The only sign of passion about him was in his eyes.

They were narrowed, and pin points of fire appeared to flame in them.

As though there were no witnesses to what he was doing, he stooped, lifted Warden and threw him over his shoulder.
The crowd gave way before him as he started for the stairs--even Ruth and Shorty stepping aside to let him pass.

They watched him wonderingly as he carried his burden down the stairs and out into the street.

And then as he walked they followed him.
He went straight across the street, past some low buildings, and over a vacant stretch between the buildings and the station.