Without waiting for further words, Little Cayuse slipped down the descent, while the scout and the baron turned back to the place where Nomad was watching the horses.
“Vell,” remarked the baron, “I couldt haf done dot schust so vell as Cayuse.”
“I’m afraid not, baron. You would probably have had to stop and say how do you do to Frieda. Until we take care of these bullion thieves you must forget all about the girl.”
“I can’t do dot. She iss a leedle sunpeam, I tell you for sure. Dere iss only vone girl in dis vorldt for me, und dot’s Frieda. Somedime, pefore long, meppy, Frieda vill be Frau von Schnitzenhauser. Ach, vat a habbiness!”
“Waugh!” grunted Nomad. “Ther baron hes been chewin’ loco-weed. Wimmen gits ombrays inter trouble, an’ ef et hadn’t been fer thet thar Frieda ther baron wouldn’t hev rode away from ther Three-ply with thet bar o’ cyanid bullion.”
“I don’d care aboudt dot,” averred the baron stoutly. “Frieda is vort’ anyt’ing vat habbens to me.”
CHAPTER VII.
LAYING PLANS.
Little Cayuse was entirely successful in his errand to the Three-ply camp. It was not long before he returned to the scout, bringing McGowan with him.