Carry On Cowboy Page #9

Get out of Stodge?

I can't even get out of here!

Ok, fellas, just stand aside.

Gosh, that was marvellous, Annie.

- I Would never have thought of doing that.

- Marshal! Marshal, come quick!

- What is it?

- Look.

- it's Judge Burke.

- So it is.

- is he...? is he...?

- No, he ain't.

Get me off this thing, wllI you?

You're OK, Judge.

Just piumb exhausted, that's all.

So Would you be if you'd been

riding like this for four hours,

with the hot sun beating down

upon your... progress.

[Moans]

What happened to you, Judge?

Rumpo and his men.

They're coming to get you.

- Who? Me?

- Yeah.

They know

you're not a reaI Marshal.

They're gonna be here

at 12 o'clock high noon.

High noon?

Why high noon?

I know. I told them

it was a most unoriginal time

for that kind of thing,

but they wouldn't llsten. Oh!

Well, you all heard

what the Judge said.

Rumpo and his men,

they'll be coming back to Stodge at 12.

Now, I reckon

if we all stand together, we could...

Wait. Doc, you'll stand up with me,

won't you?

Well, I'd like to, son,

but I'm a kind of busy man.

Got a lot of calls to make.

Josh?

Well, it looks like

I'm gonna be kinda busy myself.

But you don't need to worry.

I already got your measurements.

It's useless.

Marshal, you must get out of here.

It's only ten o'clock.

No. I may not be a real Marshal,

but I took this job

and I aim to see it through.

You can't take on Rumpo

and his whole gang singlehanded.

Well, you wouldn't think much of me

if I ran away.

And, anyway, I'm a pretty good shot.

Remember the Indians? Pow!

I never wanted to have to tell you this,

but... it was me that shot those Indians.

- You?

- Mm-hm. Through the stage window.

Oh. That expiains how I managed

to get three with two shots.

Just a minute.

[Sniffs]

Oh, yes. And it was you who saved me

from that hanging the other night?

You'd make some man a good husband.

Oh, come on.

You can't help being what you are.

But just get out of here.

Go back to your drains.

Yes, that's about all I'm fit for, isn't it?

Drains.

Drains.

Oh, wait a minute.

I've got it.

Annie, could you teach me

to shoot as good as you?

What? They're due in at noon.

it's after ten now.

Good. That gives us aimost two hours.

Do you think I'm mad?

Nutty as a fruitcake.

Argh!

Oh, get off.

Well, that's a bit better.

- Any sign of them yet?

- No.

And there's oniy a minute to go.

[Laughs]

Is that all?

Doesn't time fly when you're having fun?

Marsh, please,

you've got to iet me go there with you.

No. Definitely not.

it's time I started fighting for myself.

I told you.

Yes, I know.

It's just that I love you.

[Cuckoos]

How was that?

[Both laugh]

Knutt!

This is Rumpo!

I'm coming in!

Rumpo!

[Rumpo] Knutt.

Where are you?

Here, Rumpo!

Knutt! Where are you?

Come out and fight, damn you!

Curiy, you take that end.

Sllm, you and me take the other.

Look out behind you!

Knutt, where are you?

Here, Rumpo!

No, here!

[Revolvers click]

Just hold it right there, Rumpo.

Now... now, Marshal, er, sir.

You don't want to shoot me.

Me and the boys were oniy kidding.

I'm not going to shoot you, Rumpo.

I'm going to put you where you belong,

on the end of a rope.

Johnny, I'm coming!

Stop, or I'll fire!

[Revolver clicks]

Marsh!

Oh, Marsh, I think you're wonderful.

Come here.

I'd have got him, too,

but I haven't any bullets left.

[Gunshot]

Oh!

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