"Which way now, Pringle?" asked Matt, when they had reached the trail.
"Turn to the right," answered Pringle. "You and your new partner are in luck, Pretzel," he added, when the turn was made and the car was skimming along toward the adobe hut and Tomlinson. "You'll cut a fine large cake when you break in on Mr. Gotrocks and tell him he's saved, and that you're prepared to hand him all the pearls in the bag. Wish I had you for the next twenty-four hours, Dutch."
"Oof you hat blayed skevare mit me, Pringle," replied Carl, "you vouldn't haf peen in sooch a mix. I alvays t'ought you vas a pad egg, aber you know how to blay der panjo."
"Sure, and we make a good team. How'll it be if I meet you in Brockville, after I get away, and we hit up Needles with the sketch? All the stuff's at Needles."
"Say, I vouldn't haf nodding more to do mit you. I'm for Tenver so kevick as I can ged dere."
"Well, be jeerful, be jeerful."
"Schust vatch my shmoke a leedle und see. Vill you send my shtuff py Tenver?"
"I will, so help me!"
"You vill—I don'd t'ink. You check der trunk, hey?"