"Sure."
"Vere iss der check?"
"In my jeans. Going to frisk me for it?"
Carl pushed his hand into Pringle's trousers pocket, and dug up a brass tag.
"Vell," said he, "you dit tell der trut'. I vill keep der sheck, Pringle, und ven I got some time I vill sendt it on und have der paggage come to me ad Tenver."
"What about my stuff? You ain't going to hog the whole business, are you?"
"Vell, oof you know anypody in Tenver, I vill leaf your shtuff any blace vat you say."
"Andy Hickman has a saloon there. Leave it with him. What's the use of keeping me tied any longer? You might just as well take off the rope."
"Not until we see how we find things in the hut in the hills," said Matt.
"Yah," agreed Carl, "meppy you vas sdringing us. How ve know dot undil ve findt it oudt?"