"Well," he said quietly, "let's hear some more. What sort of a man was it?"
"A wild man—with water dripping off him. He had crept out of the river."
"Do you mean—a sort of ghost or demon?"
"I didn't know."
"Not like an ordinary man—not like any other man you've ever seen?"
"Oh, no. All wild—fierce and dreadful. Not standing upright—more like an animal in the shape of a man."
"But surely you told your Granny, or somebody?"
"No. I've never told a soul except you."
"An' you say you were scared, though?"
"Oh, I was, rarely scared."