Pressing closer to the freight-car, he cautiously and noiselessly advanced.
Glidden was importuning with expressive hands and swift, low utterance.
His face gleamed dark, hard, strong, intensely strung with corded, quivering muscles, with eyes apparently green orbs of fire.

He spoke in German.
Kurt dared not go closer unless he wanted to be discovered, and not yet was he ready for that.

He might hear some word to help explain his father's strange, significant intimations about Anderson.
"...must--have--money," Glidden was saying.

To Kurt's eyes treachery gleamed in that working face.

Neuman bent over to whisper gruffly in Dorn's ear.