He went over to his suitcase and got out the cards and the cribbage board.

The sunlight came in through the window and shone on a map on the pine-board wall of the hut.

He shook hands with everyone, explained that to a Fascist and a man as used to travelling as himself there was no discomfort, and climbed up on the running-board on the left-hand side of the car, holding on inside, his right arm through the open window.