I turned to him.

He was taking off his waistcoat and neckerchief.
"Good!" I cried.

I began to see now.

Off came our scarves and kerchiefs also, and fortunately they were of home make, long and strong.

And Marie had a hank of four-ply yarn in his pocket as it turned out, and I had some stout new garters, and two or three yards of thin cord, which I had brought to mend the girths, if need should arise.