although digger was not much better at imagining things than he was at fooling himself ( the two things , after all , have a way of going hand in hand ) , digger saw this man for a moment , literally saw him : a big fellow with big feet , striding through this silent suburb of the dead in the darkness , moving confidently and steadily on his big feet , booting the basket of flowers out of his way without even breaking stride when he came to it .