Villum kept going until he reached the boathouse. Crawling under its lee, and making sure no one was around, he struck another match and took a look at the coat tail he had appropriated.
“Der goat dail uff a Fardale feller,” he said. “Idt iss prove dot he vos der Hindu murterer. Idt iss easy to seen vhy he ditn’t vant der gonstable to watch him. Sure! Kadir Dhin is subblying him mit his clodings.”
About daylight Kess made his way into the village, where he sought shelter with a German friend, to whom he made suitable, though false, explanations. There he had breakfast, after he had had a few winks of sleep. As the German did not mention the break at Dickey’s, Kess concluded it had not yet been noised around.
Villum found not much difficulty in smuggling himself, without attracting attention, into the Fardale buildings when the proper time came. He made his way up to Chip’s room.
He burst in on Chip and Clancy, waving the tail of the coat as if it were a banner of victory.
“Yoost seen dot!” he said. “I haf peen having adwentures. Fairst idt iss a tog fighdt, unt afdher idt der ticktograft, unt anodder fighdt vhen der bed sbrings holdt me by der foodt undt I am sdopping der Hindu murterer from gedding oudt uff der vinder, unt——”
“Help! Help!” Chip shouted. “Take a long breath and start over again. What has happened?”
“I haf!” Kess exploded, waving the coat tail.
Breathless, he dropped into a chair.
“Idt iss der mix-oop mit der Hindu unt der pedt springs unt eferyt’ing, vhile I am blaying der ticktograft at Dickey’s. Yoost you lisden vhile I exblanadtion idt; but der Hindu he got avay.”