Dane went to the upper part of the town, and disappeared there, the spot where he vanished being not remote from the cabin of Juniper Joe.
“I haf been t’inking all alongk dot dhere is some gonnection between dhem two vellers,” the baron muttered; “unt now maype I gan findt oudt vot idt iss.”
But he failed in that.
He searched about for Jackson Dane, but did not find him, though several times he passed through the trees close up to the cabin.
Shortly before daylight he thought he saw Dane amid the trees; but he failed to see where he went.
Right there the baron camped down, to wait for daylight.
“Dhis groundt idt iss pooty soft,” he mused; “unt dher vay he vas valking he vouldt haf to make some dracks; I vill vaidt yoost a vhiles unt dake a loogk.”
When he could see the tracks the baron began to follow them, finding that they led out into the hills on the north of the town.
“I am vishing dot I haf Puffalo Pill’s Inchun drailers py me ridght now,” he thought, every time the trailing became difficult. “Liddle Cayuse couldt do dhis petter as me.”