“Perhaps you’d like to know more about the Wild Man of Greenhollow Wood?” he said. “You never know; you might meet him someday. You are living in his domain, after all.” “Go on, then,” said Tobias, and Silver leaned forward in his chair as he began to tell the local stories he’d been researching. He had a funny way of talking when he hadn’t the book to keep him on track: he kept cutting himself off to explain things, theorise, and remark about similar stories he’d heard elsewhere.
