“How’s Jacobs’ wound?”
“That’s worse, but not so bad thet et’ll keep him from goin’ ter ther penitentiary.”
McGowan got up and walked over to the baron.
“How do you feel, Schnitzenhauser?” he asked.
“Pedder as I mighdt oof id vas a whole lot vorse,” said the baron, sitting up.
“Are you able to walk?”
“I don’d t’ink I vas.”
“If you were able to walk,” went on McGowan, “I would have you go to the chuck-shanty and tell Frieda I wanted her to take care of you. But, as you can’t navigate——”
The baron was on his feet in a flash.
“Oh, vell, meppy I could walk so far as der chuck-shandy,” said he eagerly.