DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey

Everybody rubbered at him.
CHAPTER XXI
There was something sort of careless in his
voice, like he had jest dropped in to see a
show, and it had come to him sudden that
he would enjoy himself fur a minute or two taking
part in it. But he wasn't going to get TOO worked
up about it, either, fur the show might end by making
him tired, after all.
As he come down the aisle fumbling in his coat,
he stopped and begun to slap all his pockets. Then
his face cleared, and he dived into a vest pocket.
Everybody looked like they thought he was going
to pull something important out of it. But he
didn't. All he pulled out was jest one of these here
little ordinary red books of cigarette papers. Then
he dived fur some loose tobacco, and begun to roll
one. I noticed his fingers was long and white and
slim and quick. But not excited fingers; only the
kind that seems to say as much as talking says.
He licked his cigarette, and then he sauntered
ahead, looking up. As he looked up the light fell
full on his face fur the first time. He had high
cheek bones and iron-gray hair which he wore
rather long, and very black eyes. As he lifted his
head and looked close at Doctor Kirby, a change
went over both their faces. Doctor Kirby's mouth
opened like he was going to speak. So did the other
feller's. One side of his mouth twitched into
something that was too surprised to be a grin, and
one of his black eyebrows lifted itself up at the same
time. But neither him nor Doctor Kirby spoke.
He stuck his cigarette into his mouth and turned
sideways from Doctor Kirby, like he hadn't noticed