“Baron!” called the scout.
“Puffalo Pill!” gulped the baron. “Gootness me! I t’ought meppy you vas deadt. I peen pooty near deadt meinseluf. Ach, vat a trouple in mein inside. Ach! I hope dot I don’d haf to live mooch longer und suffer like vat I am.”
“Nonsense, baron! You were drugged, just as I was. You’ll feel better when you get over the effects.”
“Vell, meppy. I vish Frieda vas here to do somet’ing for me.”
“Don’t waste any time thinking of Frieda. We have other things to command our attention. Are you tied?”
“No, I don’d vas tied.”
“Neither am I: That’s something, at all events. Strange those scoundrels left us the use of our hands. I can’t understand what they mean by making such a play as this.”
“Id vas mighdy sutten.”
“Sudden! It came like lightning out of a clear sky.”
“Who dit id?”