"Your name?" he said to me abruptly.
"Richard Tretheway!"
"Ah, you are English?"
"Yes."
"How long since you were there?"
"Eight years."
"Why have you kept away from your home so long?"
"For private reasons."
"Ah!" he said eagerly, and he looked at me keenly. "One of us, eh? Stand up, Richard Tretheway."
I stood up. Tall as he was, I was taller, and broader too, for that part. The Trewinions have ever been a race of giants.