Sal served him, answering his questions, which were spoken so low I could not catch the words.

His eyes swept the room, but the hat concealed my face, and he only recognized Tim.

He paused long enough to bend above the upturned features of the unconscious deputy, not unpleased, evidently, to discover him in that condition.
"The damned old fool," he muttered, perhaps not aware that he spoke aloud.

"Rale has got him fixed, all right.".