Both of them had certainly seen one before, but as certainly, never a pair of lighted carriage-lamps, with reflectors to make of them fiendish eyes.

It had but two horses, and, do what the driver could, which was not much, they persisted in standing stock-still, refusing to take a single step farther.

Indeed they could not.

They had tried and tried, and done their best, but finding themselves unable to move the carriage an inch, preferred standing still to spending themselves in vain struggles, for all their eight legs went slipping about under them.
Cosmo looked up to the box.

The driver was little more than a boy, and nearly dead with cold.