But the latter was probably unconscious of the other's existence, and stalked on, absorbed in his own reflections.

He wore on such occasions an old gray shawl, rolled into a coil and wrapped like a rope around his neck.

The rest of his clothes were in keeping.

'He did not walk cunningly--Indian-like--but cautiously and firmly.' His tread was even and strong.

He was a little pigeon-toed; and this, with another peculiarity, made his walk very singular.