Sitting down, he laid a few handfuls of reeds ready to each fire, then waited with shaken nerves, for there was something mysterious about this visitation.
The fires flared up and sunk back to red embers, and yet there was no sign.

The embers took on a covering of grey ash, then the rustling began anew, and the white objects reappeared.

He turned his head, and saw that they stretched right round! What the dickens were they?
He strained his sight, and, at first indistinctly and then clearly, he saw the gleam of eyes above each white patch.

Softly he laid a few reeds on the embers, and as they crackled he saw one of the white objects move.

As the flame mounted up, he made out an animal with round ears and brindled hide, staring nervously at the fire.