The coat, vest, and trousers were of fine dark cloth, and the boots were of thin, superior leather.

The cap was gone.

It was just such a dress as is encountered every day in our public streets.
Mickey O'Rooney contemplated the figure for a time in silence.

He was surprised and puzzled.

Where could this person have come from?
There was nothing about his dress to show that he belonged to the military service, else it might have been supposed that he was some officer who had wandered away from his post, and had been caught in the same fashion as had the man and boy.
"Are there any more around here ?" asked Mickey, in a subdued tone, peering off into the gloom.
Fred passed slowly round in a circle, gradually widening out, until he had passed over quite an area, but without discovering anything further.
"There isn't any one else near us.