They had reached the largest of the barns, a long, low structure.
"This here," said Mac Strann, "is where that hoss must be.

They wouldn't run a hoss like that with others.

They'd keep him in a big stall by himself.

We'll try this one, Haw-Haw." But Haw-Haw drew back at the door.

The interior was black as the hollow of a throat as soon as Mac Strann rolled back the sliding door, and Haw-Haw imagined evil eyes glaring and twinkling at him along the edges of the darkness.
"The wolf!" he cautioned, grasping the shoulder of his companion.