I was the first to come out of the hotel.

He turned his head, and looked me up and down with a cold, glassy eye; and then he looked across at another horse, a friend of his that was standing facing him.

I knew what he said.

He had an expressive head, and he made no attempt to disguise his thought.
He said: "Funny things one does come across in the summer time, don't one ?" George followed me out the next moment, and stood behind me.

The horse again turned his head and looked.