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from the human race.

I guess that's about

the worst crime there is.

Only they don't hang you for it.

What's this talk about good and bad?

What is that to do with your girl?

You didn't do anything

that makes you ashamed?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing in particular, I reckon.

Gilly?

- I thought you'd never get here.

- I know.

After you left, I went to Maryville,

saw a movie.

I saw it two times.

If I had to listen to one more child recite

"On the shores of Gitche Gumee... "

Yeah, but at least you're working.

Time goes so slow.

This afternoon, it seemed like

all the clocks in Virginia stopped at once.

At night they hurry, making up time.

Night noises.

Old Lizzie Blackwater

clearing her throat.

After all it's her room.

She... she wants us always to behave

properly in her home,

as though she were here to chaperone us.

She don't care, as long as we ain't Yankees.

We shall, Miss Lizzie. I promise.

Good evenin', Captain Hawkins.

- You're most welcome at Blackwater.

- Gilly!

Colonel Calhoun!

I'd admire to dance!

Oh, Gilly! Stop fooling around.

You'll soon be going home and

- tomorrow I have to hunt coon with Mose and

- My!

You soldiers are so strong!

- Oh, Gilly!

- Aren't you gonna dance with li'I ol' me?

- Cut it out, will ya?

- Oh, please, Captain.

Uh-uh! Don't crush the taffeta.

Lovely party, Miz Blackwater.

You're doing fine, Captain.

I've never seen you

like this before, Gilly.

I've never been like this before.

We can't do business that way, Mr Sykes.

I know you're anxious, but only one person

can give us the answer.

- Suppose you don't find him?

- We practically always do.

%100 pratically always.

Things always look better in the

morning. Good night.

Good night.

Aren't we heading pretty much east?

Pretty much.

That's gonna fetch us right smack

in Brothers Pond, through the swamp.

Give those fellas their money's worth.

There ain't no coon in Brothers Pond.

Ssh!

Daisy-Belle.

Sounds like they got something!

Who says there's no coon

at Brothers Pond?

- What's eating them dogs?

- Scent crazy, I'd say.

Don't make noise like that for coon.

We'll take the hunting gentlemen

along the path by the dance hall.

Er... aren't we going back

the same way as we came?

Why? We'll save three miles on the road

and it's easier.

If you gentlemen would come along, it's 2am.

Don't know what's bellyaching

those dogs.

They've found something,

sure as sin.

Beat it, Billy.

Anything the matter? What's wrong?

You gentlemen had better go

and see for yourselves.

What is it?

They've been looking

for Jerry Sykes.

Get off!

There's no reason to kick the dog.

She didn't kill Jerry Sykes.

Sure you want a gig?

I don't want to climb the stepladder

for nothing.

If you've got one, I want it.

Hello, Sheriff.

Judd's in back.

You sweet on Gilly Johnson,

by any chance?

No.

Whose boy?

Ain't Yankee.

That's a darn good knife, Daniel.

Only We had too.

Sold the other one last spring.

Sold it to a young fella that...

Why, heck! It was you.

What do you want another one for?

I was just looking. I...

Why, jumpin' Jehoshaphat!

Something's wrong.

Jumpin' Jehoshaphat!

Will you look at that?

There been another wreck somewhere?

Murder's more like it.

That's what's left

of the Sykes boy.

Daniel!

You know of anybody had a grudge

against Jerry Sykes?

Lots of people didn't like Jerry.

Mm-hm. Come on, I'll buy you a soda.

Daniel, a small town's like

a stomach

always digesting.

Eat a green apple.

Nothing happens right away.

But two hours later,

you get a bellyache.

Folks talk, Daniel.

Sometimes the talk adds up.

Shucks!

I can catch me a criminal quicker

just walking down Main Street

and listening

than I can with bloodhounds.

Learned a thing or two

already this morning Daniel.

Know the little man in black

got off the 10.10 the other day?

Bank examiner.

Seems young Sykes helped himself

to around $2, 000

out of Pappy's cash box.

Doggone!

That Williams boy - the bandleader.

Folks say Jerry Sykes owed him

quite a bit of money.

Quite a bit.

What's buzzin', cousin?

Everything hot in the slot?

Stash that.

- Hey, Elmer!

- Be right with you. Clear track four.

I gotta blow.

Where does a college-boy bandleader

latch on to all that lettuce?

- Hey, Elmer! Let's go!

- Coming, Mother!

Must be all those stud games at

Brothers Pond.

He don't make it waving no sticks.

Ever play cards in the back room

at Brothers Pond, Daniel?

No.

Ken asked me to a game Saturday night,

but I ain't got that kind of money.

No, I guess you haven't.

Williams leave the bandstand

any time during the dance?

Yeah.

Yeah. There's ten-minute breaks

between dances.

Guess I'll have to ask Williams

a few questions.

Heck! I promised to take my wife

to the fair tonight, too.

Sure hate to miss that fair.

Can't be in two places at once.

I learned a thing or two

this morning, Daniel.

Your own county fair

presents for the first time

these enchantresses

direct from the forests of Lebanon.

The show starts in a moment.

He sells the tickets.

They're only a dime, ten cents,

a tenth part of a dollar,

and inside they unveil the most artistic,

blood-stirring dance ever seen!

Get your tickets!

Don't shove. Don't crowd.

After all, the show starts inside.

go ahead go ahead.

It only costs you a dime...

I don't think the school board would

approve of my blood being stirred.

...One little, teeny, bitsy dime,

tenth part of a dollar,

and see the greatest show on Earth!

He sells the tickets.

It only costs you a dime,

ten cents, the tenth part of a dollar,

and on the inside they will unveil

the most artistic...

Whose girl?

Ain't Yankee!

...Glimpse of a dance

seen by desert sheiks...

- I can't get over it!

- What?

You and I and all these people.

Why not? They can't

keep us a secret for ever.

Why was I afraid?

Why were we afraid all this time?

- Buy me a spun sugar.

- Gilly!

What, Dan?

Just "Gilly".

It's a nice name.

I'm glad we came...

Gilly.

Buy me a spun sugar.

Take your pick. Any one you want.

Six, please. Don't crowd!

I want that one!

All right, hurry, hurry!

Would a penny be enough?

- Hmm?

- Would it?

Oh...!

- I was just wondering...

- What?

What? I was wondering who could've

hated Jerry enough to kill him.

Folks say it was Ken Williams.

They picked him up today.

I know. The sheriff asked me

a lot of questions.

Danny Hawkins!

Lucky I saw you.

I've been looking for you to tell you

something before I forget.

Oh-oh! I forgot it.

Oh, no - that knife of yours.

Billy Scripture was out in back

of my store whittling with it.

Just because Billy found a knife

don't mean it's mine.

Couldn't be anybody else's.

I only had but two of that kind of knife.

Well, I've got to get over

to the jam contest.

Lydia Simpkins is waiting for me and

I've got to rescue the sheriff

and his wife, Martha.

- Sheriff? He ain't here.

- Sure is,

but he ain't happy about it.

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