The moon shone upon him, and I could distinguish the dapper shape and jaunty walk of the naturalist.

He stopped when he saw us, and then came on again.
"Why, Dr.Watson, that's not you, is it?
You are the last man that I should have expected to see out on the moor at this time of night.

But, dear me, what's this?
Somebody hurt?
Not--don't tell me that it is our friend Sir Henry!" He hurried past me and stooped over the dead man.

I heard a sharp intake of his breath and the cigar fell from his fingers.
"Who--who's this ?" he stammered.
"It is Selden, the man who escaped from Princetown." Stapleton turned a ghastly face upon us, but by a supreme effort he had overcome his amazement and his disappointment.

He looked sharply from Holmes to me.