“It is here.”
“Donderundblitzen! Id iss here!”
“Right here in this town.”
“Den Puffalo Pill iss caming?”
“He and his pards are out in the hills beyond the town now, and the Indians are planning to capture him.”
“Mein himmel! Iss dot de troot?”
“Yes, they’re out there, and I reckon the reds will sure bag them. I’ll get to that directly, and give you a plan whereby maybe you can help them, if they’re not captured before night.
“The other man who set out from Skyline with Buffalo Bill and his pards had been in this part of the country before and knew about it, and they took him along as a guide because of it. But one night when the whole camp was asleep, even the guards, this woman, who had gone on with the child, and then had turned back to see if she had been followed, entered their camp, and awoke this man, without arousing the others.
“There was a time when this man had been the husband of that woman. She is a white woman, not an Indian, and he had loved her; I don’t suppose I could make you understand just how much he had loved her. And he had been told that she was dead. He had not seen her for a long time, but he still cared so much for her that when he heard she was dead he went on a high old drunk, and——”
“A mighdy foony vay to show he vass sorry apowet id!”