sandstone. They could a built the bridge, if they took a notion, just by sayin' words."
He was quiet a while, and then he added, "An' I 've seen the path where they used to come down to the river, an' it has places wore in the solid rock like you 'd make with your big toe."
Jud stopped, and I moved up a little closer to him. I could see the ugly, crooked men crawl out of their caves and come sneaking down from the mountains to strangle the sleeping and burn the roof. I could see their twisted bare feet, their huge, slack mouths, and their long hands that hung below their knees when they walked. And then, on the hill beyond the Valley River, I heard a sound.
I seized my companion by the arm. "Jud," I said under my breath, "did you hear that?"
He leaned over me and listened. The sound was a sort of echo.
"They 're comin'," he whispered.
"The Dwarfs?" said I.
"Lem Marks," said he.
