From his saddle pouches he got out material, and in a little while had the wound dressed as well as any surgeon could have done it. In the meantime, the baron had begun to unfold his tale of woe. “I vendt py der Casino down,” he explained; “unt vhen I haf sday dhere so longk dot I gand’t goundt how longk idt iss, Shackson Dane he gomes oudt, dalking mit dhis vomans. Vhen he goes oop der streedt, I am doing der shatow acdt yoost so neadtly as neffer vos. Budt oop py Yuniper Yoe’s I lose sighdt uff him.” “Juniper Joe’s!” gasped Nomad. “We have just come from there,” the scout announced. “So-o! I haf come vrom some odder blaces. Oop py Yuniper Yoe’s I lose sighdt uff him. I hoondt roundt a vhiles, unt sday py der drees in, till idt iss pooty near morning. Dhen I seen him.” “By Juniper Joe’s?” said Nomad. “No; py der drees in.” “Oh! But maybe he come frum thar.” “Maype he dit. I am nodt knowing. As soon as I see him I losdt him ag’in.” “Wow!” “I am nodt an Inchun drailer, but I sday me righdt dhere undil I gan see his dracks py der daylighdts. So, I voller him. Afdher a vhiles I see him making a gache.” “A gash!” “No; a hole in der groundt vot he iss putting goldt nuggedts in. He haf der goldt nuggedts in puckskin pags; unt in der hole he puries dhem. Yaw!” “Waal, go on, Schnitz! Et’s plum more irritatin’ than moskeeter bites ter lissen to you--you’re so slow.” “Vhen he iss gone avay, I grawl oop py der gache, to dake a loogks. Unt dhen----” “Yes, go on! An’ then!” “‘Bangs!’ goes his bistol; unt I am deadt.” “Wow! But you’re livin’ yit.” “Maype so-o; aber vor a liddle vhiles I tond’t know noddings. Vhen I haf gome pack py mineselluf der goldt nuggedts iss gone, unt he iss gone, unt I am laying on der groundt yoost like a deadt mans. Now, vot do you t’ink uff dot?” “Thet he seen ye, Schnitz, an’ laid fer ye.” “Idt iss yoost vot I t’inks.” “You are sure this man who shot you was Jackson Dane?” the scout queried. “Yaw! I seen him.” “Ye didn’t try ter foller him, after thet?” asked the trapper. “Afdher dot? Himmel! Vhen I am shoodedt py der headt in, unt am pleeding like a stuck pigs? Pesites, I am inkinscious vhen he gidts avay, unt tond’t know vhere he haf gone.” “No, o’ course, ye couldn’t well follered him, under ther sarcumstances.” “Ledt me exblanadion idt to you petter,” said the baron, in his interest and excitement ignoring his throbbing head. “Vhere der gache iss made py him, der groundt iss werry hardt, so dot I tond’t t’ink dhere vos eeny dracks. Eenyhow, yoost pefore I got to dot sbot, I am vollering him by insdinctifeness; py vhich I mean dot I am going alongk yoost like a hoondting tog, aber I gandt smell eenyt’ings. Unt, dhen, I seen him!” “I think we’ll want to take a look at that place as soon as we can,” Buffalo Bill remarked, deeply interested. “I gan showed you idt righdt avay.” “But your head!” “Ach! Now dot you haf fixed him, idt iss noddings at all. Yoost a pullet sgratch.”