But he could not make it out.

This was Diamond and it wasn't Diamond.

Diamond didn't hang his head like that; yet the head that was hanging was very like the one that Diamond used to hold so high.

Diamond's bones didn't show through his skin like that; but the skin they pushed out of shape so was very like Diamond's skin; and the bones might be Diamond's bones, for he had never seen the shape of them.

But when he came round in front of the old horse, and he put out his long neck, and began sniffing at him and rubbing his upper lip and his nose on him, then Diamond saw it could be no other than old Diamond, and he did just as his father had done before--put his arms round his neck and cried--but not much.
"Ain't it jolly, father ?" he said.