The baron began to crawl off.
“Whereaway?”
“I’m going to loogk vor dot willain.”
“He may be waiting for us to show ourselves; it seems likely.”
In spite of this, the reckless German crept off to a slight knoll, where, in the midst of bushes, he lifted his head, with his hat off, and took a look.
“Better keep your hat on,” the scout warned; “that bandage on your head makes you conspicuous.”
The baron ducked down with a “yeep.”
“Did you see him?” Buffalo Bill asked.
“No; but I ditn’t vanted him to seen me!”
After listening some time longer, the scout joined the baron; but though they looked about as well as they could, they saw no one.