“Vell, you haf heardt a door preaking down, unt a stick uff vood hammering on idt. Dot vos my vife drying to gidt at me into der room vare I haf run. Also-o, she vos yelling for der bolice.”
“You must have had a happy married life, Schnitz.”
“Yaw! Der fairst day idt voss vlatirons, der secondt day idt vos proomsdicks unt rolling bins, unt der nexdt day idt——”
“Wow!” Betts broke in. “Lissen ter that. We’ve got to git nearer.”
“Nearer idt iss. I am mit you.”
They were not content until they were close up by the lodges. Then, as they still could not see well enough, they crossed the line into the village.
“Keep close by me, Schnitz, and be ready fer trouble and to cut and run if we have to. See that lodge off thar? It’s whar the yellin’ is fiercest. Sounds like killin’ men thar, don’t it? I have a ingrowin’ feelin’ that Brother Jim is clost about that spot.”
The baron, who had been stooping, stood up and stared off in the direction indicated.
A leaping fire near it showed the lodge and the swarming, painted Indians.