“Ach! that ish nothings. There ish far worse—there ish danger: s’help me, there ish!”
“Danger! Wha from, Massr Jake?”
“Firsh tell me where ish Adam now? I want him, and all his fellish.”
“He am gone back to de mountains.”
“Ach! Gone back, you shay? How long ish he gone? Can you overtake him, Shakra?”
“Possab’e a mout; dey won’t trabbel fass. Dey am too hebby load fo’ dat. But wha’ fo’ you want ole Adam, Massr Jake?”
“Bishness of the greatesht importance. It ish life and death. Blue Dick hash been over to Mount Welcome. He hash heerd shtrange news—ach! terrible news! A messhenger who came in from the Saffana road hash brought the newsh of many dishagreeable things—among the resht that my Shpaniards haf been made prisoners by Cubina and thish ungrateful villain of a Vochan. They are accushed of murdering the Cushtos. Blesh my soul!”
“What harm dat do you, Massr Jake? Wha’s de danger?”
“Danger! Dosh you not see it, Shakra? If theesh hunters ish brought to trial, do you supposhe they would hold their tongues? S’help me, no! They will turn Shtate’s efidence; and then I should be exshposed—arreshted—ruined! Oh! why hash I ever trushted theesh clumshy fellish with a bishness of such importance?”
“Dey am clumsy fellas, jess as you say, Massr Jake.”