Nomad came on into the room, after a steady look at her back.
“Waugh!” he said, flinging himself into a chair. “Is she playin’ fa’r er otherwise? Mebby so; I dunno.”
“Nomat, I am mit you,” declared the baron. “Vhen I rememper my vife, vot was so sveet yoost pefore ve vos marriet, unt den vos a she-tiger yoost afdher ve vos marriet, I ton’dt dake no stocks in enny vomans.”
Buffalo Bill laughed.
“She will play fair while it is to her interest to do so, and just now she thinks it is to her interest.”
“Well,” drawled Shepard, “we can watch her while we’re watchin’ other people. But I’d like to know who it was had his nose stuck under the door hyer while we was talkin’.”
“It looked to me,” said Nomad, “like the back o’ White-eyed Moses.”