They were both now looking in at the window.

John had simply pointed with his mittened, stubby thumb toward the interior, and Frank had crawled along to a place beside him.
Mixing the drinks had produced the disastrous effect which Hank and Bedloe had anticipated.

The fun became uproarious.

There were songs and dances by various members of the Nagle gang, but Lime's crowd, being in the minority, kept quiet, occasionally standing treat as was the proper thing to do.
But Steve grew wilder and more irritable every moment.

He seemed to have drunk just enough to let loose the terrible force that slept in his muscles.