They moved on, and soon he heard them speaking with Bill Betts and Nomad. In a little while footsteps rustled again, and the baron was about to call out, when Bill Betts announced his presence and came forward. “I’m gittin’ that worked up over the racket goin’ on in ther village thet I want ter see what it means,” he said. “Yoost der same here. Cody iss in drouble, unt I knowed idt.” “Sounds like it, don’t it? What I’m most afeard of is that the bloody Utes air murderin’ Gorilla Jake.” “Unt maype Penson!” “I don’t keer fer Benson. But Jake is my meat. Me and Brother Jim wants that reward fer arrestin’ him.” “Vale, you don’t can’t gidt it now, uff dhey kill him.” “We might. I’d like to see about it. And as Cody must be havin’ trouble, I’d like you to go with me, so’s we two kin look into things.” The baron shook his head. “Orders iss orders! I am commandedt to sday righdt here.” “I know Cody said that, but Dugan is coming right over hyer to watch at this p’int. He told me he would. I asked Nomad to go with me, and he said he wouldn’t, though I could see that he was mortally skeered up about Buffler.” “You ditn’t ask Vildt Pill?” “No.” They were silent a moment, listening to the unearthly racket in the Ute village. “Thar’s another thing stingin’ me all up,” Bill Betts admitted. “Vot iss?” “I’m harborin’ ther oncomfortable feelin’ that Brother Jim is over in that village.” “He vendt to der town.” “I have a feelin’ that he didn’t, and that he’s now in trouble. You see, he’s as anxious as me to git hold of Gorilla Jake. I askt Dugan and Elmore if they met up with him, and they said they didn’t.” “Idt iss not proof dot he ditn’t go to der town.” “I know it ain’t. But didn’t you ever have a presenterment, baron?” “Many dimes, vhen I am asleeb; but odder beoples call idt a nighdtmares.” “It is a feelin’.” “Yaw! Idt iss a offul veeling. I haf hadt him. Vonce diss nighdtmare vot climbed indo my pedt vos redt all ofer, unt I hollered yoost like a horse. I am sveadting yidt, venever I t’ink apoudt idt.” “You don’t understand me, but it don’t make any difference; the question is, will you go with me? I’m settin’ out right now for the Ute village. Hyer is yer chance fer excitement, baron.” The “excitement” appeal seldom failed to move Baron von Schnitzenhauser. He would have been willing to rove half round the world to find some unusual form of it. For a moment longer only he hesitated. “Dhis site uff der camp is avay frum der Inchuns, unt Dugan iss to come here soon. Yaw! I will go mit you. I am dot anxious apoudt Cody I gan’t standt idt eeny longker. Ledt der vays, unt I am mit you. As for der Utes, raus mit ’em. Cody iss maype needting rescuink dhis minude.”