The Devil's Disciple Page #2

Now. Go on. Way back a little.

Give back there. Go on. Back.

Get them out of there!

Get your cart of the bridge!

Come on!

Here! Here!

Take the reins, Christy.

They killed father, too.

Before we even got here.

Stay here, Christy.

- Who is the officer in charge here?

- Come on man, move away from me, and

- it's all over.

- I want the officer.

- Go about your business.

- Officer! Sir!

- Right, carry on.

- That man was from my parish.

I am his minister.

- Really?

- It's gross injustice. He is innocent.

- He was found guilty. Simple as clear.

- In the meantime I'll clear ...

- Mr. Hawkins!

- What is it?

- It's that minister of yours, from Websterbridge. He stirred up trouble.

Damn that man!

- Out of the question. The body remains.

- I cannot believe you mean it.

Anderson, don't be a fool!

Sergeant at arms,

arrest that man!

- You can't leave that body there!

- Anderson.

Indeed, Lieutenant, this man does not

understand military necessity.

He is a minister. A minister!

The man of peace!

Is he? Parshotter, you vouch

for that too, I am sure.

- Ehm ... Yes.

- He's of Websterbridge,

I've been there, that's a small village.

We don't see much of the world.

- Timothy Dudgeon ...

- The church must support any measures

designed to save human life.

- Don't you agree, Mr. Parshotter?

- Ehm ... Yes.

Will you leave man's body hanging there...?

It's a warning - to others!

- Precisely.

- You must think before you

do anything to endanger the lifes of

innocent men and women.

- My flock, Mr. Anderson.

- I am sure that we can vouch

for the Pastor, Lieutenant.

- Very well. Get back to your posts.

- Thank you, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Hawkins.

There's nothing more

to be said, my friends.

Let us all go about our business.

Halt! Halt!

Stop him! Stop him!

Halt! Halt!

Come on! Come on!

There he is!

Stop him!

Home at last. I thought you'll

never get back from Springtown.

Mrs. Dudgeon hardly spoke all that time.

It's been a long day.

You must be tired.

Come straight to bed.

Who's there?

Good evening, minister.

- Allow me to present myself.

- Richard Dudgeon!

You remember me! I thought that good

people of Websterbridge found more

convenient to forget me, eh?

Oh, my father - you know quite well,

I believe. I found him in Springtown -

at a ... loose end... In fact, he ... eh ...

- I was there.

- So you were.

With a musket in your hand?

Then you remember

your Christian duty, eh?

Ah, poor father.

Red coats did him too much credit.

He had not stomach for a rebel either.

If you cared so little for your father,

why did you risk your life for his body?

To annoy the English,

what ever reason?

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