“Idt iss orders. Ve opey orders, uff somepoty gits kilt. Oddervise, uff Cody iss nodt kilt unt comes py dhis blace, he tond’t findt us here, unt dhere iss a mix-oop. Notting iss vorser as a mix-oop in der night. You hav somepoty caming pehint you—huh?”
“Thar will be a crowd in the mornin’,” said Dugan. “I tell ye thar’s the biggest skeer goin’ on down in Blossom Range as ever ye see, ’count o’ the Utes chargin’ that crowd and killin’ Shepard. I tried to git a posse to come out to-night, but I couldn’t make it; nobody had the sand. Elmore said he’d come with me, and we’re hyer.”
“Cody vill pe glad to seen you—yaw. He vants more men as he has got.”
“Where will we find the rest of your crowd?” asked Dugan.
“Go righdt aheadt. Vhen you have gone tventy yardts or so you petter call oudt, mitout too mooch noise, so dot you don’t git shodt.”
They were about to move on.
“But, in attition,” said the German, “I vouldt pe bleased uff vun of you couldt dake my blace standting here, as I am getting so mooch exercise uff my mindt apoudt Cody dot I shouldt like to make an inwestigadion. Tond’t vorgidt idt.”
They moved on, and soon he heard them speaking with Bill Betts and Nomad.
In a little while footsteps rustled again, and the baron was about to call out, when Bill Betts announced his presence and came forward.
“I’m gittin’ that worked up over the racket goin’ on in ther village thet I want ter see what it means,” he said.