Chapter 17 No.17

"It's you, is it, Jud?" said he in a kind of sneering tone. (It seemed strange to me to hear a man's voice, I had been so long alone.)

"Yes, it's me," I answered. "What do you want?"

"I sort of thought these here Track's Enders might send out a full-grown man to talk to me about such an important matter," he went on.

"I was man enough to c