Chapter Twenty-Two“An overman!” exclaimed an unfamiliar voice very near at hand—the voice, Garth was sure, of an overman, deeper and more resonant than any human’s.
“Who are you?” Garth demanded. He looked up from the spear poised at his throat and saw that it was clutched in double-thumbed hands below a noseless, red-eyed face. Two other figures stood nearby, one of overman size, the other smaller; both held their weapons ready.
“Who do you think we are, i***t?” the smaller figure asked in unmistakably human tones.
“More importantly, stranger, who are you?” the overman with the spear inquired.
Garth considered his situation and decided that he did not care to admit his identity yet. “I’m just a traveler heading west. Why does it concern you?”
“You travel at night?”
Garth shrugged. “
