But he said nothing.
Frank himself was just on the point of giving an explanation when he, too, stopped dead and stared.

It seemed to him that he had been here before, under exactly the same circumstances; he tried to remember what happened next, but he could not....
For this was what he saw as the flame burned up more brightly.
The man who held the lantern and looked at him in silence with a half-deprecating air was a middle-aged man, bearded and bare-headed.

He had thrown over his shoulders a piece of sacking, that hung from him almost like a robe.

The light that he carried threw heavy wavering shadows about the stable, and Frank noticed the great head of a cart-horse in the loose-box peering through the bars, as if to inquire what the company wanted.

Then, still without speaking, Frank let his eyes rove round, and they stopped suddenly at the sight of yet one more living being in the stable.