“You was spying!” said the man.
The baron stared hard at him again.
“You are Misder Gopher Gape, I t’ink,” he said at last.
“So you’ve recognized me?”
“Vhy you tie me oop like dhis, Misder Gopher Gape?”
“So you won’t hurt yerself, and so you won’t go pokin’ about in places where you’ll get into trouble. I’m goin’ to let you think over that a while. By and by, I’ll see you again.”
Gopher Gabe arose, took the candle, and disappeared, leaving the baron in total darkness.
“Vale, dis iss a kveer pitzness,” he said. “Yaw! I remember now, dot I was drying to findt oudt vot habben to der vomans. Unt so I gidt me into teeficuldy. I vonder vhat pecame uff her?”
He had unconsciously spoken his thought aloud, in his queer English.
Then a voice reached him, from some spot near: