But since he would have to walk all the way, and the first train in the morning left Yeld at eight, he decided to put up at the little hotel of the village instead, and with that object threw himself and his bag into the omnibus of that establishment which waited on the trains.
Somewhat to his disgust, the stranger, after collecting his baggage, entered the same vehicle and took a seat opposite him.
"Wal," said he, "you'll have time to cool down before the next train, young man.

Putting up at the hotel ?" "Where else should I put up ?" growled Ratman.

"What business is it of yours ?" "I guess it's my business to get all the information I can on this trip.
I came over this side to learn." "You've come to a queer hole to do it," said Ratman, beginning to feel he might as well resign himself to circumstances.
"Just so.

It's changed a bit since I was here last.

We had to drive from Barbeck then." "So you know the place, do you ?" inquired Ratman.
"That's so," was the laconic rejoinder.