"Do you know who I am ?" demanded Colin still more imperiously.

"Answer!" Ben Weatherstaff put his gnarled hand up and passed it over his eyes and over his forehead and then he did answer in a queer shaky voice.
"Who tha' art ?" he said.

"Aye, that I do--wi' tha' mother's eyes starin' at me out o' tha' face.

Lord knows how tha' come here.

But tha'rt th' poor cripple." Colin forgot that he had ever had a back.