“Ledt me exblanadion idt to you petter,” said the baron, in his interest and excitement ignoring his throbbing head. “Vhere der gache iss made py him, der groundt iss werry hardt, so dot I tond’t t’ink dhere vos eeny dracks. Eenyhow, yoost pefore I got to dot sbot, I am vollering him by insdinctifeness; py vhich I mean dot I am going alongk yoost like a hoondting tog, aber I gandt smell eenyt’ings. Unt, dhen, I seen him!”
“I think we’ll want to take a look at that place as soon as we can,” Buffalo Bill remarked, deeply interested.
“I gan showed you idt righdt avay.”
“But your head!”
“Ach! Now dot you haf fixed him, idt iss noddings at all. Yoost a pullet sgratch.”
“You’re likely to feel bad effects from it, baron. I think, when it knocked you down and out, there must have been some concussion of the brain. It’s advisable for you to go to bed and get a rest, after that. Besides, you need sleep anyhow.”
“Sleeb!” the baron sputtered. “Couldt I sleeb afdher dot? Nein!”
“Ef you can give us good enough p’inters, I reckon Buffler an’ me can find the place,” said Nomad, anxious to set out immediately.
“Yoost ledt me dake a resting vor a liddle vhiles, unt I vill show you myselluf,” the baron declared.
He settled himself more comfortably in his chair; then fished out and filled his pipe.