“Thar he goes down, with Injuns right on top o’ him; they’re goin’ ter kill him. Would you open on ’em if you was me?”
The German caught Betts by the arm.
“Dond’t dooded idt!” he whispered. “Idt vouldt pe our finishment.”
“But they’re killin’ him, I reckon.”
“Yaw! Idt looks like idt.”
“And if they finish him, how am I to git that reward?”
“You von’dt gidt eeny uff idt, Misder Petts, uff you make a foolishness mit yourselluf righdt now. I am vondering dot dey ton’dt seen us.”
Then the German saw Tim Benson leap out of the lodge entrance and go scampering in the other direction. Betts caught sight of him, too.
“Thar goes Benson,” Betts whispered, his hands shaking.
“Yaw! I seen him. Budt I ain’dt vanting to foller him dhis minude. Vot I am loogking vor iss Puffalo Pill. You ton’dt seen Cody?”