"Me!" exclaimed Dave. He laughed cynically. "Why, Karl, if I had somebody to do all th' hard work, I can make plans like that, myself. Talk sense."
"Hard vork! It iss easy, like a squirrel up a tree. Everybody iss by der station ven der train comes. You take all der guns und ve not make noise, aber some thief know you got all der money und catch you first und rob you. Ve got no horses ven ve go by train, und must run, get horses to run after you. So you get avay. You come here mit der money und who know it?"
"Who's makin' th' blind trail?"
"Denver Gus."
"I don't envy Gus none."
"Vy? I pay him goot. He vas go to Texas, anyvay, pretty quick."
"How you goin' to get out of it?"
"I don't get out of it. Peters, he gets sick und I say: 'Vell, some money I got yet, I buy you out'; aber he tink it iss a trick und get mad. Four men I got, gun-men, all. Dey shoot him so soon he get mad."
"An' then McAllister jumps on you with both feet for takin' that money out o' th' bank in th' first place."
"Ach! Vat you dink? Am I a fool? Ain'd I a pardner already?'