Seemingly I was the only one prepared to eat, and I sat down alone at a small table, constructed out of a box, and attempted to do the best I could with the food provided.

I have never eaten a worse meal, or a poorer cooked one; nor ever felt less inclination to force myself to partake.
Finally the soldiers indulged in a last drink, and disappeared through the door into the night without.

Tim slept soundly, while the other men remained engrossed in their game of cards.

Rale wiped off the bar, glanced about at these, as though to reassure himself that they were intent on their play; then, removing his apron, he crossed the room, and drew up a chair opposite me.
"All right, Sal," he grunted shortly.

"Bring on whut yer got.".