Why, just look at him," continued the landlord, opening the stable door again.

"Poor devil! he's so worn out with his restless nights that he's dropped back into his sleep already." "Don't wake him," I said; "I'm in no hurry for the gig.

Wait till the other man comes back from his errand; and, in the meantime, suppose I have some lunch and a bottle of sherry, and suppose you come and help me to get through it ?" The heart of mine host, as I had anticipated, warmed to me over his own wine.

He soon became communicative on the subject of the man asleep in the stable, and by little and little I drew the whole story out of him.
Extravagant and incredible as the events must appear to everybody, they are related here just as I heard them and just as they happened..