“Seek?”
“Sick? No.” The young man laughed slightly. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I yust make it leetle valk up here.”
“Same with me, and now I’ll make it a little walk back to town.” The young man rose and stretched himself and turned his steps slowly back along the winding path.
“Vell, I tank I make it leetle valk down town, too,” and the figure came sauntering along at the young man’s side.
“Oh, you’re going my way, are you? All right.”
“Yas, I tank I going yust de sam your way.”
The young man set the pace more rapidly, and for a time they walked on in silence. At last, “Live here?” he asked.
“Yas, I lif here.”
“Been here long?”