troubled. "I don't know wot's best ter do. It ain't fair ter let yer follow Vorlange alone; an' with only one hoss—hullo, wot does this mean? Carl Humpendinck, an' wavin' his hand to us like he war crazy."
Rasco had discovered the German boomer sweeping up a side trail. Humpendinck had made out Rasco but a second before and now shouted for the man of the plains to halt.
"What is it, Dutchy?" called out Rasco, when they were within speaking distance.
"Vot ist it? Donner und blitzen, Rasco, it vos der vorst news vot efer you heard!" burst from Carl Humpendinck's lips. "I chust here him apout quarter of an hour ago, und I ride der horse's legs off ter told yer."
"But what is it—out with it?"
"It's apout dot girl you vos lookin for. Rosy Delaney, dot Irish vomans vot haf such a long tongue got, she tole me der sthory. Gott im himmel! it vos dreadful!"
"But tell me what it is, Dutchy!" exploded Rasco. "Wot is dreadful?"
"Der sthory she tole—I can's most believe him."
"See here, out with the whole thing, or I'll swat yer one on the cocoanut, Humpendinck!" roared
