“They are giving you a lot of praise round the town, baron,” Buffalo Bill told him. “They say that you put up a nervy fight.”
“Vale,” said the baron, unmoved, sucking at his long-stemmed pipe, “dey tond’t know only yoost vot I toldt ’em.”
“Brown says that you put up a good fight, and that you wounded one of the outlaws.”
“I seen der willain reel pack unt shake, ven I shodt at him; budt he ditn’t vall town.”
“And you brought Brown in on your shoulders.”
“Uff course! Vot else couldt I do? Dot aind’t no pravery, idt vos yoost muscle; unt idt took a heab uff idt, I dell you. He veigh apoudt two dons, pefore I gidt him here py der hospidal in. Yaw!”
“What makes you think et may be Juniper Joe leaked information?” Nomad asked, coming back to the subject that interested hint.
“I haf no reason; idt iss yoost vot Puffalo Pill somedime calls insdinedtiveness. I seem to schmell idt in der admosphere.”
“That ain’t no reason!” the trapper sniffed.
“You ar-re righdt; idt aind’t.”