"It jest seems that way.

Ain't you noticed how sort of close it is in a house?
Hard to breathe?
Like you had on a shirt too small for you." "We'll stay out here, then." The other nodded, smiled, and made a gesture to the dog behind him.
Black Bart crouched on the ground, and Dan Barry sat down cross-legged, his shoulders leaning against the shaggy pelt of Bart.

Daniels followed the example with less grace.

He was thinking very hard and fast, and he rolled a Durham cigarette to fill the interlude.
"I s'pose you're bustin' to find out the news about the folks," he said dryly, at last.
The other sat with his hands loosely clasped in his lap.

His wide eyes looked far away, and there was about his lips that looseness, that lack of compression, which one sees so often in children.