"I do not know you."
"I think you do," I said. "You and I have often played on yonder headland, often wrestled there; look again."
Then he gave a great start, and trembled.
"My God, it is Roger!" he cried.
"Ah, you remember at last, do you? Yes, it is Roger."
He seemed to detect something fearful in my voice, for he asked harshly:
"Where do you come from, and why are you here?"
"I am come from silence, and from mystery, as far as you are concerned," I replied, "and I am here in the name of righteousness and justice."
Something in my answer seemed to startle him.
"Alive?" he said, with a gasp.