“Dugan. That you, Schnitz?”
“Oh, idt iss Dugan? Der shepidy deriff—I mean der debudy sheriff. Uff you ar-re sure dot you aind’t makin’ a misdake you may come on.”
When Dugan, deputy sheriff, came on, Schnitzenhauser discovered that he had a man with him.
“I’m Hank Elmore, stage driver,” said the second man, reaching out his hand to the German.
“You haf peen in more danger righdt now as in eeny holdt-oop,” the baron told him; “vhen I gand’t seen you, I am come mighdy nigh shooding you. Why you make der sneak?”
“Feared o’ the Utes,” said Elmore. “Where’s Cody? We was huntin’ fer his party.”
“I am some uff his barty.”
“Yes, I know it; where’s the others?”
“Righdt ofer dhere. Nomat is vatching on der righdt site uff der gamp, unt Vilt Pill on der lefdt, unt Pill Petts on der odder, unt me here. Cody is scoudting roundt, unt saidt he vos going into der willage. From der noises I haf peen hearing I t’ink, py yiminy, dey musdt haf sbalped him alreaty.”
“Yit you stay right hyer?”