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You think you'd like to try that

before you eat?

You mean ride

like them ancient Romans?

- Yes.

- Yo.

Let's go, Sandy!

Come on, Sandy!

Easy, now! Easy!

Horsemen! Oh, boyo, horsemen!

- Nice team, Corporal.

- That the general idea, Doc?

That's the general idea.

But before I'm through with yous, you'll

take them jumps backwards. Is there...?

The marshal wants to make a check.

He thinks perhaps this man

might be among our new recruits.

Anybody by the name of Tyree

among your horse thieves?

- Horse thieves, is it now?

- That's what I said.

They're wearing the uniform

of the US Cavalry.

Fella I'm looking for is from Texas.

Wanted for questioning about a killing.

- Is there a man from Texas?

- Yes, sir. I'm from Texas.

Name of Boone. Daniel Boone.

Daniel Boone?

That name's kinda familiar, ain't it, Mink?

Name's Tyree. A $50 reward.

- Right tidy sum.

- Tyree. Nobody here by that name.

Sergeant, be taking the marshals

and give them a wee drop of comfort.

- Who's gonna pay for that liquor?

- The sergeant'll pay for it.

Horse thieves we don't have here.

But horsemen I'll make of yous yet.

Yo.

Anyone else like to try the jumps after

the manner of the ancient Romans?

Yes, sir. I would.

Get it done, Johnny Reb.

Get up on them!

You'll get busted for this, Quincannon.

Get your hat. You all right, boy?

Yeah.

Now cover them well

and cool them off, men.

In six months, we'll have

the finest drill team in the world.

Come here.

Break it up!

Break it up!

Break it up, I tell you.

Let 'em fight.

Now, what started this fight?

- I refuse to answer, sir.

- Go ahead. Tell him, Reb.

This fella here spoke real derogatory

about the boy's pappy.

He said he was the teacher's pet

of a chowder-headed Mick sergeant.

What's that mean, Doc?

- Did you say that?

- Yes, I did.

- You did, did you?

- Yes, I did.

- Did you mean it, did you?

- Yes, I did.

We'll settle this tonight behind

the picket lines. Soldier fashion.

Marquess of Queensberry Rules.

Chowdered-face... Chow...

What was it he said?

- Chowder-headed Mick sergeant.

- Chowdered-headed Mick...

- And you meant it?

- Yes.

Nine o'clock tonight, boys.

Get it done, Johnny Reb.

Come on, boy!

Pull him up. Put some water on him.

- You're winning. Like a mountain lion.

- You're doin' good.

But don't forget to keep your left up.

Twist it like this.

- You're doing good.

- You'll get busted for this, Quincannon.

You're doin' all right, but use that right.

Keep throwing that right in there.

Hit him with the right.

It's a lovely fight, Heinze,

but watch them fouls. None of that.

And when you come out of the clinches,

none of that.

Well, Quincannon? Talk fast.

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