“Glad of it.”
“Yuh bane goin' in after Struve only?”
“Yes. He's the only man I want.”
“Then Ay bane go in, and bring heem out to yuh.”
Fraser shook his head. “No, old man, I've got to play my own hand.”
“Ay t'ink it be a lot safer f'r me to happen in an' get heem,” remonstrated Siegfried.
“Safer for me,” corrected the lieutenant, smiling. “No, I can't work that way. I've got to take my own chances. You can go along, though, on one condition. You're not to interfere between me and Struve. If some one else butts in, you may ask him why, if you like.
“Ay bane t'ink yuh von fool, Steve. But Ay bane no boss. Vat yuh says goes.”
They found Arlie watering geraniums in front of the house. Siegfried merely nodded to her and passed on to the stables with the horses. Fraser dismounted, offering her his hand and his warm smile.
He had caught her without warning, and she was a little shy of him. Not only was she embarrassed, but she saw that he knew it. He sat down on the step, while she continued to water her flowers.