“Somebody leaked the information,” said Buffalo Bill.
“Which means,” said Nomad, “thet either ther express agent, ther fellers in ther post office, er at the stage stables, aire inter ther thing deep. Et was ter be kept so clost, ye know, thet nobudy c’d ketch on.”
“Vot uff Yuniper Yoe?” asked the baron; “I am t’inking uff him!”
“Er, waugh! Yer mean he might er been ther one ter give ther snap away?”
“Dot iss yoost vot I am saying.”
“But—he had ten thousand dollars’ wuth o’ stuff in them burro packs! Would he tip off ther road agents, ter git his own wealth? Et don’t hardly look like it, pard.”
“I aind’t saying dot he did idt,” the baron admitted. “I am yoost asking some kvestions.”
“Right now, we are pretty much in the dark,” the scout admitted.
“Ve ar-re all oop der sdump!”