"Look!" he commanded.
At the farther side of the wall was the glitter of metal--the latch of a door opening in the wooden wall.

Mac Strann set it ajar and Haw-Haw peered in over the big man's shoulder.

He saw first a vague and formless glimmer.

Then he made out a black horse lying down in the centre of a box stall.

The animal plunged at once to its feet, and crowding as far as possible away against the wall, turned its head and stared at them with flashing eyes.
"It's him!" whispered Haw-Haw.