The next morning, when I awoke, the sun 1 brilliantly. It was late and I 2 no supper the night before, so I dressed quickly and went downstairs. I 3 to find the doors locked and the house empty. A dozen times or more I called out my host's name, but the house was as still as the grave. At last, however, I 4 footsteps, and soon my host appeared, looking rather strange. He had just gone out, he said, to feed the horses. I noticed thick and wet mud upon his shoes but I 5 ask him why he wanted to deceive me.