Perhaps the German was a bit of a joker, for when he said this his blue eyes twinkled.
Pizen Kate stopped her wordy and interesting dispute with him, and stared at the horsemen who went by—Buffalo Bill and John Latimer.
“You know them men?” she snapped.
“Neider uff dhem vas the man vat I see. Neider of dhem vas your hoosbant.”
“Who said they was?” she snapped. “I said did you know ’em?”
“One I haf seen pefore. But I ton’d know heem.”
“You don’t mean Buffalo Bill, the tallest of ’em?”
“No; I ton’d know him. I neffer haf seen him. Bud I t’ink me I voult like to haf dhe chob uff making his poots for him. Dey musd cost apout dwendy-five tollars a pair.”
She left him in a hurry.
“I’m goin’ to find out why them two fellers aire ridin’ out of this place so fast,” she threw back at him. “It looks curious. I wonder if they don’t know somethin’ about my missin’ husband? Huntin’ fer missin’ husbands is terrible tryin’ work.”