“Yas. You know heem, yas?”
“Oh, yes. I know everybody here. I’ve been away for a good while.”
“So? Yas, yust lak me. I was gone too goot wile, bot I coom back too, yust lak you.”
Here they came to a turn in the road, and the village lights began to wink out through the darkness, and their ways parted.
“I’m going this way,” said the young man. “You turn off here? Well, good night.”
“Vell, goot night.” The Swede sauntered away down a by-path, and the young man kept on the main road to the village and entered its one hotel where he had engaged a room a few hours before.