"One should be correct in matters of form," said Borg gravely.
Falk signed.
"Come here, Sellén, and witness," commanded Borg.
"I don't know whether I ought to," replied Sellén, "I've seen at home, in the country, so much misery arising from such signatures...."
"You are not in the country now, and you are not dealing with peasants. There's no reason why you shouldn't witness that Falk's signature is genuine."
Sellén signed, shaking his head.
"And now rouse that draught-ox over there and make him, too, witness the signature."
When all shaking was in vain Borg took the tongs, which were now red-hot, and held them under the sleeper's nostrils.
"Wake up, you dog, and you shall have something to eat!"
Olle jumped up and rubbed his eyes.