We rejected ones sat there, warming ourselves, chatting, and pretty soon one man found there were thirteen of us.

You would have thought that none of them could fear bad luck--worse luck--none of them could have been more dismally situated.

But, do you know?
most of those fellows became nervous--as apprehensive of bad luck as if they had been pampered princes in a time of revolution.

I was one of the two that volunteered to restore confidence by bringing in another man.
"We found an undersized, insignificant-looking chap toddling aimlessly along the street a few blocks away from the station.

We grappled with him and hustled him back to the crowd.