“Vy iss id tifferend?”
“I couldn’t make you understand, but it is. You see, I am the husband of this woman. We quarreled and I left her, years ago, but she never forgot me, and she doesn’t want me ever to go away again.”
“Unt you ain’d goin’ do?”
“That’s not the point. I came here just to tell you to cheer up; that I’ll get you out of this to-night, unless all my plans fail. I’d like to get you to Buffalo Bill, with a message from me, telling him to backtrack.”
“Bud der chilt?” said the German. “He vouldn’t go mitout id. Uff you vass his bard peen, you know dot. Puffalo Pill gids all der time vat he hass came for.”
Conover looked troubled.
“Yes, that is so,” he admitted.
The baron faced him.
“Dell me,” he said, “vy is diss golt vomans vant der chilt? I subbose id iss pecause she hass god none uff her own.”
“Not exactly that,” said Conover evasively.