"'Bass," called out Hans, as he saw the young man start off.
"Well, what is it?" was the quick, business-like response.
"You goes arter Katrina, eh?"
"Yes; I do not propose to desert her."
"Ef she hain't found te cow, you can help her looks for him, and den you drives her into de village, and we has protein and milk for supper."
"We'll see to that," replied Carsfield, who had no wish to dispute with the Dutchman, "but, of course, I will look after Katrina first."
"Yaw; te cow has got a bell on her neck, so dat it will be easy fur to find her and den—"
He paused as the young man had vanished in the wood, and turning back to Crockett asked:
"Do we waits here till dey don't come, or do we don't go on till arter dey don't come?"
"I think so," replied Crockett, not exactly certain whether his answer was any more luminous than the question itself.