Unconquered Page #4

but I won't accept

my freedom.

You won't?

I owe you 103 and sixpence

and I intend to work for you

until it's paid.

Oh, not for me.

You're much too pretty

to pass the porridge

on my honeymoon.

Your honeymoon? But...

You're married?

I will be within the week.

Goodbye, Abby.

Then why did you buy me?

What?

Why did you buy me?

Oh, to see if sixpence

could poison a snake.

Oh. You bought me

because you don't like him.

Well, here's a lucky piece to

brighten your opinion of me.

It's a King Charles

double guinea.

What did I do with it?

Oh, I see.

I didn't steal it.

I see your hand was

quicker than my eye.

Keep it.

More freight for the longboat.

Aye, aye, sir.

Hold tight.

Take it easy, men.

You've got a passenger on it.

Easy on that cargo sling.

Keep it clear of the shroud.

Chris.

No.

Doesn't look like it to me.

Who's the girl with him?

Don't know. Very pretty.

Flip the toddle.

Clear that gear.

On deck.

Overhaul the cabling.

Batten the hooks down.

Pull the hatch ladder.

Watch your footing

on the gangway.

There's Martha.

There she is.

Goodbye, George.

See you in Jamestown.

Land never looked better.

I'm so glad to be home,

I could walk on air.

Hello, Bone.

I'll sign these later.

Very good, sir.

What'd you bring

from Pittsburgh?

Two wagons of

this kind of stuff.

Injuns ain't hunting.

What's wrong?

Gun trading's been stopped.

Who stopped it?

Indian Commissioner.

He wants you to meet him

at Peakestown.

Looks like the pot's

started to boil.

What's Pontiac say?

Says the Delawares will join

and the Shawnees

and the Chippewas.

He ain't sure

about the Wyandots.

They'll come in when their

powder horns are full.

Steady there, steady.

Back that tray up,

'tis powder.

Hang on.

Take up the slack

in the quarter line.

Get up, Leach,

and let me sign these.

Yes, sir, Mr. Garth.

Wicked waste of money.

By you?

Captain Holden

setting that girl free.

Yes, very wasteful.

How would you like to sell

all your bond slaves

to Mr. Bone, here?

Bond slaves?

I got no use for...

Say, 400?

400?

Well... Why, sold.

All except...

Except no one.

But that girl is free.

You're sailing next week.

Who'd know?

Double-selling a bond slave

is a hanging offense.

Here's a mink for you,

so the rope won't

scratch your neck.

Mr. Leach, Captain Holden said

you'd give me my papers.

Well...

He said that?

Yes, he set me free.

Free? That's carrying

a joke too far.

What is?

First he pretends to buy

the girl, then he pretends

to set her free.

He did buy me.

If he bought a girl

as pretty as you,

he'd never set her free.

Mr. Leach?

I'm sure the gentleman

meant no harm.

But he'd have told me.

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