ERICSON. And now they will be locked up.
STRANGER. Did we ever fight each other as boys?
ERICSON. No, I was too young.
STRANGER. Have we never told lies about each other, or robbed each other, or got in each other's way, or seduced each other's sisters?
ERICSON. Naw, but my father was in the customs service and yours was a smuggler.
STRANGER. There you are! That's something, at least!
ERICSON. And when my father failed to catch yours he was discharged.
STRANGER. And you want to get even with me because your father was a good-for-nothing?
ERICSON. Why did you say a while ago that there was dynamite in the cellar?
STRANGER. Now, my dear sir, you are telling lies again. I said there might be dynamite in the cellar, and everything is possible, of course.