Coons' hollow-set black eyes were skeptical. "I'll believe it when I see it," he muttered.
"Believe what you please," Tesno growled.
He started to turn away, but Coons drew himself up with mock solemnity, placed a hand against his chest and recited:
"'Oh, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant."
He smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Tesno. I have a feeling I'll be seeing you later." He wandered off, shovel on his shoulder, and joined a crew working on a small fill.
Ben came up, his eyes following Coons.
"What did that crackpot want?"
"I don't know," Tesno said.
"He usually has complaints about the food or working conditions. He considers himself a spokesman for the men. That kind can make trouble."
"I liked the man," Tesno muttered.