Allegheny Uprising Page #5

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lt was a long rifle.

That's right,

it couldn't have been a soldier.

lt was one of Callendar's men.

l never even shot an lndian in the back.

Jim, we'd better ride you

back to the doctor.

No, we gotta take that fort

before reinforcements get here.

We must have the proof.

Then let's charge them.

That's what they expect.

Their muskets won't carry this far,

our long rifles will.

So we'll fire on the fort, and keep firing.

ln shifts.

One shift will rest

while the other keeps firing.

They won't dare go to sleep

waiting for us to charge.

But we won't.

We'll just keep firing.

Jim, could we no kill

two or three of them maybe?

There'll be no killings, Mac.

Don't you think

you'd better get back to the surgeon, Jim?

Give the order to fire.

-Full garrison on the wall, sir.

-Keep your men ready, Sergeant.

Tell them to hold their fire

and watch for the assault.

Yes, sir.

Hold your fire, and watch for the assault!

Sergeant McGlashan.

Yes, sir.

Tell the men to

get to the bottom of the barricade

where the logs are the thickest.

Yes, sir.

And tell them that the first man

that falls asleep

-gets 20 lashes to keep him awake.

-Yes, sir.

Stay awake, men. Stay awake.

They'll attack the moment you fall asleep.

Stay awake. Come along there. Wake up.

Wake up there. Wake up.

Sorry, sir.

-That's all right, lad, just stay awake.

-Yes, sir.

Two hour shifts today.

-How's Jim?

-He's all right. Let's keep going.

Come on. Two hour shifts today.

We need more powder and ball.

l've got 50 kegs at the tavern.

-Take 20 horses, men, and go get them.

-Aye.

Good morning, lass.

Did you have a good night last night?

You men do it well, tormenting a girl.

-You must be born with the gift.

-Now, now, lassie.

Jim Smith and the magistrate's

put you here for your own safety.

The powder is through there, lads.

-Mac, is a fight on?

-Aye, a grand fight.

l killed 20 of 'em me self.

A great pity you can't scalp them.

lt's no civilized to scalp white men.

Put some vigor in it, lads.

Jim Smith's waiting.

Jim Smith.

Put those kegs down.

Are ye crazy?

We're running short of ammunition.

Tell Jim Smith to get it somewhere else.

This is my powder and it stays here.

Now, put them down.

Just as things were going our way.

You'll be run out of the valley.

Well, maybe l will,

but l'll be here long enough to see that,

that white lndian hanging from a gallows.

Now, now, lassie,

that's no way to be talking of a man

who's half dead from a soldier's bullet.

-Oh, no, Mac, no.

-Aye, Janie, aye.

lt'll be a miracle if he lasts out the day.

lf you've let him be killed,

l'll shoot the lot of you,

every last man of you.

Heave ho, me lads, heave ho.

Jim !

-Where's Jim?

-Right there, by the fire.

Jim !

Darling, darling, darling.

How did you get out?

Do you think anything would keep me?

Do you think l'd let you die alone?

Die? Who said l was going to die?

Mac said so.

Oh, it's only in the shoulder,

but if you're really set, l might die...

You wouldn't be doing that

if l wasn't just a little bit helpless.

Now, what kind of a fool would l be,

if l didn't take advantage

of my opportunities?

Let's look at that.

Go away.

lf he's a bit warm,

it's that kissing business, not the bullet.

A white flag! Hold your fire. A white flag!

Jim, Jim. The white flag.

First we want the trade goods.

Second, he and his men

are to get out of the valley.

We asked for them here,

now we don't want them. They're to git.

Yes, sir.

And they may keep their weapons.

They agreed, Jim.

Heads up, lads. Heads up.

Show this rabble our heads are up.

Open the gates.

-Give the order to march, Sergeant.

-Yes, sir.

Squads right, march!

Forward, march!

Captain Swanson.

Company, halt.

Jim Smith would like words with you.

The goods are in the fort.

There's one thing

we want you to understand.

We're law-abiding men.

There is one thing l do understand.

You're a lot of blasted traitors.

We whipped him !

We whipped the saucy peacock.

l claim his scalp.

ln the name of the law,

l'll lift his scalp from his eyebrows

to his shoulder blades!

Mac!

Let me at him.

He's worse than the black lndian devil.

ln the name of the law.

Law-abiding men, loyal subjects.

Drunken rabble you are, but l'll be back!

l'll be back and you'll pay for this!

Forward march.

-Forward...

-Forward.

...march!

Stop where you are, Callendar.

We're free to go with Swanson.

You'll go with Swanson later.

Get back to the fort.

Listen, men, wait a minute.

l'm just a driver.

l didn't have anything to do

with the goods.

Thank you.

Jim better this morning?

He thinks he is, but he's not.

l say we stay and fight.

We've whipped them once,

and we'll whip them again.

Fight 200 regulars?

They'll probably come with cannon.

Magistrate Morris, load a wagon full

of the trade goods.

Take it to General Gage in Philadelphia.

M'Cammon knows the south hills.

You'll avoid the troops that way.

But that might take several weeks.

The rest of us can hide in Martin's Rock.

They're 10 miles away, Jim.

That cock-sparrow Swanson is with them.

We'd better get started.

Then we'll have to tie you

on your horse, Jim.

He can't hide in a cave. He'll die.

l won't let him go.

He's going to see Dr. Stoke.

Back to the tavern, girl.

Back to the tavern.

Let men go about

the work they've got to do.

Easy, lad, let us do most of the work.

When you get to Philadelphia,

speak to no one

but General Gage or Governor Penn.

And God go with you.

Come on, men, put some backbone into it.

Give me your foot. Put your arm

around my shoulders. Careful!

-Put him in the cart, men.

-Janie.

-Put that gun down.

-l won't.

l'm not going to be a widow

before l'm even a wife.

l forbid you to use such talk

before all these men.

lt's no becoming to a female McDougall.

Do you think l care

what's becoming and what's not?

He'll die and just because he wants

to be a big, brave, loyal chief.

He won't leave his men.

Well, his men can go hang for all of me.

He's going to see Dr. Stoke,

if l have to kill you and him to do it!

Well, there's something

in what the lass says.

She's a hysterical, arrogant shrew,

and shouldn't be trusted

with a lethal weapon.

Take it away from her.

Now, now, lassie,

calm yourself, calm yourself.

You wouldn't shoot your loving father,

would you?

The last male member

of the fine line of the MacDougalls.

One more step, Mac,

and the fine line is finished.

Wait, Janie,

Dr. Stoke is 15 miles from here.

l can take him through.

What else do you think l want with him

but to see him alive and safe?

Why do you treat me like a witless child?

Put him in the wagon.

-Put me astride.

-No, Jim, the lass is right.

She'll get you through.

You're being twisted about

by a comely face.

She loves you, Jim.

Are we to be the victims

of a girl's springtime fancy?

-l'm going with you.

-And me.

You'd do best, Mac,

to stay far away from Jim for a while.

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