The Apple Dumpling Gang Rides Again Page #5

- Oh, they're mine.

All mine. Oh, yes, you see,

I caught them, and so, they're mine.

There's nothing to worry about.

I have everything

under complete control.

They're mine! Mine, all mine!

[Screams]

[Screaming Continues]

Whatever's fair.

We don't want to cause any trouble.

To Bridger Military Prison, where you

will remain at hard labor for 30 years.

I regret that is the maximum

penalty the law allows.

I want to add...

that I am being relieved

of my position here.

Two weeks from today,

Lt. Ravencroft will be promoted...

and will assume

command of the post.

- Congratulations, sir.

- Mmm-mmm.

I can say

without reservation...

that I have...

you to thank for it!

Sergeant, Corporal.

[Horse Neighing]

- Take them away.

- [Soldier] Move.

[Hitchcock Laughing Maniacally]

I'll be waiting for you!

If it takes a hundred years,

I'll get you!

I'm going to get you!

[Crazed Laughing]

- Move 'em out!

- [Soldier] Detail, move.

[Hitchcock's Laughter Continues]

My, how you manage

by yourself I'll never know.

Don't you get lonesome

way out here?

The Norwoods live

upstream a ways.

They look in on me

once in awhile.

But I don't miss anything.

I've lived my life,

and it's been a good one.

Martha, where did you

ever meet Private Reid?

Jeff? I didn't even know

he was in the army.

I just know he's a good man.

A good man! Why...

Why, he's an arrogant scoundrel

and a disgrace to his country!

Oh, I don't know. I do know he has

a much higher opinion of you.

Oh, really.

He loves you.

Loves?

Loves me?

Oh, now whatever

gave you that idea?

I can hear it every time

he speaks to you.

Every time he says,

"Miss Gaskill."

It's filled with love.

You're a lucky girl.

[Horse Approaching]

- Captain Phillips.

- [Phillips] Lieutenant.

- Seen any patrols?

- No, sir.

Not a sign.

Good to see you.

[Chuckles]

I got something for ya.

Colonel Stevenson,

who hopes you're well.

And that I've got something

definite to report on these

army supply thefts, I'm sure.

Well, there was some mention

of that, yes.

You know, I haven't got

one solid clue yet, Lieutenant...

but all indications are that the answer

is somewhere inside Fort Concho.

Right now I need some more help

from you and Colonel Stevenson.

First thing, I'd like to get

some new I.D. Papers...

a little bit more cash...

Oh, hi, Martha.

It's me.

- She's gone.

- What do you mean? Where is she?

I didn't think she'd have the salt

to try it on her own, but she did.

- Martha, she...

- She'll be all right, Jeff.

If she sticks to the stream,

she'll come upon the Norwood place.

They'll give her a hand

back to the fort.

[Sighs]

And Lt. Ravencroft?

I'm sorry, Jeff.

I truly am.

Hey, they're here.

They sure ain't taking

any chances with them guys.

Wonder how fast they really are.

I don't want to be the one to find out.

Everybody sure has been

nice to us, Theodore.

The guy who gave us these

uniforms, wanted to make sure

they fit. Even called us "sir."

That's because they think

we're the fastest guns in the West.

- Well, we did get Woolly Bill.

- On the first bounce.

If it ever gets out what

really happened in that bank,

we won't last a week in here.

- What are you gonna do?

- First, we gotta find out who's

really running things here.

- Once we back him down,

we got no more problems. You got me?

- Right.

[Unlocking Door]

[Prisoners Chattering]

Psst.

Remember who we're

supposed to be.

- [Shuddering]

- All right.

Who's the number one

cock-a-doodle-doo around here?

- W-What?

- "What?"

[Grunts]

- Now, who is he?

- It's-It's Mac! It's Mac!

- Mac who?

- Uh, I don't know.

They just call him "Big Mac."

Where is this

Big Mac?

I don't know.

[Panting]

Not many of these fellas

have ever seen him.

Big Mac don't,

don't never come out here

in the yard, n-never.

Well, you get word

to this, uh, Big Mac...

that the Apple Dumpling Gang

wants to see him.

Okay?

Uh-h-h,

Apple Dumpling Gang.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

[Straining]

- Move out.

- Y-Yes, sir.

- Move it!

- [Gasps] Yes, sir!

[Man]

One, two, three. Heave!

[Bugle]

Sometimes I wished we'd left

Marshal Hitchcock to his own devices.

- How's he doing?

- He's been released from the infirmary.

Not all together cured,

I'd say, but better.

About the robberies, Jim,

I hate to pass on unfinished business...

but I did everything

I knew how.

You did everything

humanly possible.

But it wasn't enough.

They stole another cavy

of horses just two days ago.

- I'm beginning to think

these raids are done by ghosts.

- It's uncanny, sir.

Well, it's off

my shoulders now.

Daddy, it's unfair.

Nothing is fair

in this world, Millie.

I'm sorry about your wedding plans,

but you could hardly stay here

under these conditions.

Now you know I'll be all right.

You don't have to worry about me.

We'll be married just as soon

as I take my leave, sir.

Hey, Theodore, when we get

out of here in 30 years,

are we gonna go straight again?

I'll think about that

when the time comes.

Listen, did that guard

say to go left or right

when we passed them boilers?

He said to go right.

This is a strange place

for a shipping room.

I don't think we're supposed

to be down here. We must've

made a wrong turn somewhere.

Uh, where...

- [Gasping]

- Uh, Theodore?

- Theodore, what did you do?

- [Men Chattering]

- Shh.

- [Man] It'll be a week

or so till we get the cash.

- We'll make the split then.

- You did a goodjob. No witnesses.

- That's the way I want it.

- [Whispers] Amos.

You boys have had it

pretty easy up till now.

But I wanna tell you,

holdin'up a train isn't easy

as them wagons.

There'll be plenty of guards

around that payroll.

We'll take care

of the guards.

Reno, you're in charge.

Blainey, go along with him, make

sure there ain't no mistakes.

Now I'll be waiting in the meadow

at the Cuddy Grade.

You work your way up

to the baggage cart,

throw the money out there.

Stay on the train till you

get to Oakdale, then get off.

If everything goes well,

I figure we should be able to

meet back here in 45 minutes.

An hour, at the outside.

$50,000 an hour.

That's pretty good pay.

[Gasps]

Uh, could you direct us to the

Bridger Military Prison, please?

Who the blazes are you?

Ya ever hear of the

Apple Dumpling Gang, punk?

Why didn't you say so?

I hear you wanna see me.

Maybe we do, maybe we don't.

Whose little boy are you?

[Chuckling]

I'm Mac.

Mac who, fuzzy face?

That Mac.

Probably wants to talk to you.

Uh, we just wanted

to say howdy.

Howdy.

How long were you there

and what'd you hear?

Oh, nothing.

We just got here, Mr. Mac.

We didn't hear nothing

about any train robbery, did we?

No, no. Didn't hear nothing

about the money either.

- Boys.

- Wait a minute.

Mac, we can use a couple

of extra guns on this job.

Yeah, I hear you boys

are pretty handy with the iron.

That's right. Pound for pound,

we're the best in the West.

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