"Of course I does. Didn't I 'ear all about ye vile I vas at the mines? Didn't the papers bring hus the news?"
"But how do you know that we are those which the papers mention?"
"'Cos I guess at it, and I don't think I'm a great deal hout of the way."
"And if we consent to spare your life you will consent to lend us your aid in searching for the gold?" I asked. "Won't I? You just try me and see if I don't serve you 'bout right. I'm a regular hout and houter ven I takes a likin' to any one."
"On these conditions we will consent to protect and spare you. But mind, no tricks. The first indications which we discover of your playing us false, shall be your last moment on earth."
"All right," replied the long-legged individual, with a chuckle of delight.
"Now, tell us what your name is," Fred demanded.
"Steel Spring," he answered, with another grin.
"Then, Mr. Steel Spring, as you say that you are a good cook, we will test your truthfulness. Return with us to the cart, and let us see a sample of your skill."