He seemed to long for this encounter more than anything he had ever wanted.

But, vivid as were his sensations, he felt as if in a dream.
Before he reached Everall's he heard loud voices, one of which was raised high.

Then the short door swung outward as if impelled by a vigorous hand.

A bow-legged cowboy wearing wooley chaps burst out upon the sidewalk.

At sight of Duane he seemed to bound into the air, and he uttered a savage roar.
Duane stopped in his tracks at the outer edge of the sidewalk, perhaps a dozen rods from Everall's door.
If Bain was drunk he did not show it in his movement.