when the sun rose, the poor man betook himself in safety to his home, and in the same manner the second night passed quietly by. on the evening of the third day he felt a strange uneasiness, it seemed to him that something was about to happen. when he went out he saw, by the churchyard-wall, a man whom he had never seen before. he was no longer young, had scars on his face, and his eyes looked sharply and eagerly around. he was entirely covered with an old cloak, and nothing was visible but his great riding-boots. "what are you looking for here?"