CHAPTER XVII.
THE BARON’S EXPERIENCE.
“Idt pegins to loogk like excidemendt iss goming my vay in punches.”
The round-bodied baron, hiding in the shadows, stared hard at a man of big girth who hurried past him bearing a burden in his arms that strongly resembled the limp form of a woman.
The baron, having heard everything in that interview with Vera Bright, had begged to be assigned work in and about the Casino.
“I haf done some goot sbying dhere alreadty,” he urged. “I know some uff der beoples, too.”
“But you couldn’t disguise yerself, Schnitz. Every dog in Blossom Range knows ther look o’ ye, by this time,” old Nomad had told him.
“Vhen I dry, I gan disguises meinselluf as vell as eenypoty,” the baron had protested; “but yoost dhis dime I aind’t going to tried idt; I am going to der show, unt loogk aroundt a liddle afdher idt iss ofer. Alreadty I haf peen to dhis show more as vunce; unt I gan go ag’in mitout keeking oop any teeficuldy.”
Buffalo Bill had let the baron go.