The baron’s heart fluttered. She was young and beautiful—and he had saved her from the Dinkelmanns!
“Dot’s all righdt, lady,” said the baron, throwing out his chest, “making resgues like dose vas my long suit. I peen a bard oof Puffalo Pill’s, und I learned how to do dot mit him. You know Puffalo Pill, yes?”
“I have heard of him,” the girl answered.
For the first time the baron noticed that the girl’s face, though very pretty, was haggard and worn.
“Ach,” he murmured sympathetically, “you haf hat some hardt times, I bed you! Vat iss your name?”
“Hattie Perry.”
“Vat a pooty name! Haddie Berry! I like dot name. Vere you vant to go, Miss Berry? Schust shpeak der vort, und it iss my law.”
“I want to go back to my father’s ranch,” said the girl, her voice trembling.
“Dot’s vere ve vill go, you bed you. Iss it far avay?”
“About three hours’ ride, if we hurry.”