“It would take a good deal of explainin’,” he said, “to make you understand all about it—how I came to be here.”
“Bud nod so mooch, py chinks, to dell how I come to pe here!”
“You were captured by the Indians out on the plain there.”
“You pet you!”
“What was you out there for?”
“Vhat vass you here for? Dell me; unt mebbe I opens oop.”
“I’m goin’ to try to get you out of this.”
The German came to his feet with a clatter.
“Chumpin’ raddlesniks!” he cried, his eyes opening wide. “You vass nod makin’ shokes uff me?”
“Certainly not,” said Conover, with the utmost seriousness. “I’m sorry you fell into the hands of these Indians, and I’ll try to get you away.”