It was not pleasing to Harrigan.
He frowned and drew a quick, impatient breath, muttering: "I'm not long for this joint.

I gotta be moving." He joined a crowd which eddied toward the center of Ivilei.

In there it was better.

Negro soldiers, marines from the _Maryland_, Kanakas, Chinamen, Japanese, Portuguese, Americans; a score of nationalities and complexions rubbed shoulders as they wandered aimlessly among the many bright-painted cottages.
Yet even in that careless throng of pleasure-seekers no one rubbed shoulders with Harrigan.

The flame of his hair was like a red lamp which warned them away.