Rasco. "Yer as long-winded ez a mule thet's gone blind."
"Gracious, Rasco, you vouldn't hit me, afther I ride me dree miles und more ter tole you?" wailed the German, reproachfully. "I dink me you vos mine pest friend, next to Pawnee Prown, ain't it?"
"There'll be a dead Dutchman here in another minute if yer don't open up clear down ter the bottom!" howled Rasco, who had never before suffered such exasperation.
"Tell us the exact trouble," put in Dick, calmly. He saw that exciting Humpendinck still more would do no good.
"Der Indian haf carried dot girl avay!" exploded Humpendinck.
"Carried the girl away!" ejaculated Dick.
"My Nellie?" yelled Rasco.
"Dot's it, Rasco. Ain't it awful! Dot Irish vomans seen dot Indian mit dot girl in his arms, flying der trail ofer like a biece of baber pefore a cyclone alretty!"
"Humpendinck, are you telling the truth?"
"I vos tole you vot dot Irish vomans tole me. Mike Delaney und dree udder mans vos lookin' for you."
On the instant Louis Vorlange was forgotten, not
