Hillars and I stood in the middle of the road.

He held the binoculars.
"How many can you make out ?" I asked.
"Four; all on horseback.

There's a coach of some sort following on behind.

But everything is blurred and my hand trembles; the whiskey here is terrible.

Here, look for yourself," handing the glasses to me.
"Tell me what you see." "There's one with a white cap--ah, it is Count von Walden! There are two soldiers in the Hohenphalian uniform; cavalry.