"Yah."
"Hans, it is possible you had better remain behind."
"Vot vos dot?" gurgled the Dutch lad, in blank amazement. "Vot for vos I goin' to gone pehindt und stay, Vrankie?"
"I see a trap in this—a plot to lead me into a snare and make me a captive."
"Vell, don'd I stood ub und took mein medicine mit you all der dimes? Vot vos der maddetr mit me? Vos you lost your courage in me alretty yet?"
"Hans, I have no right to take you into such danger. Without doubt, a snare will be spread for me, but I am going to depend on fate to help me to avoid it."
"Vell, I took some stock dot fate in meinseluf."
"If I should take you along and you were killed——"
"I took your chances on dot, mein poy. Vot vos I draveling aroundt mit you vor anyhow you vant to know, ain'dt id?"
"You are traveling for pleasure, and not to fight bandits."