Allegheny Uprising Page #5

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Fifty keg of musket ball for Fort Pitt. Right.

Put the musket balls aside.

We load them on the top.

l'll kill the man

that drops a keg of that rum.

-This is it, sir.

-Give the order to halt, Sergeant.

-Company, halt!

-Company, halt!

A tavern?

Their magistrates and commissioners

meet in a tavern?

Yes, sir.

Most every place in the outlying sections,

the tavern's sort of

community public house,

-government quarters, newspaper...

-Accompany me inside, Sergeant.

Yes, sir.

l'm Captain Swanson.

Who's in charge here?

Magistrate Duncan and Magistrate Morris,

they're in charge.

Glad to meet you, gentlemen.

l'm sure we shall get on.

May l say how grateful we are

to have you and your men, Captain?

Your gratitude belongs to the Crown,

Mr. Magistrate.

We're all servants of His Majesty.

Now, as to provisions,

Sergeant McGlashan

will weekly requisition our needs.

You'll be given army certificates

redeemable in cash.

-That ought to be satisfactory.

-We'll be happy to accommodate you, sir.

All provisions delivered to the fort

are to be in prime condition.

Any attempts to supply

provisions of inferior quality

will be met by severe rebuke.

Severe rebuke.

Do l make myself clear, gentlemen?

You don't know us, sir,

otherwise you wouldn't be saying that.

You will notify me each week

when the provisions arrive.

-Yes, sir.

-l will make the inspections myself.

That's all, gentlemen.

Why, the uppish gamecock.

-l demand that man's arrest.

-On what charge?

The man was in contempt of court.

You're not sitting in a military session,

exchanging prisoners now,

Captain Swanson.

For which l'm grateful.

l rather resent the army

gambling on exchange and losing.

This is a civil court.

And l advise you

to keep that kind of a tongue in your head.

Jim, Captain Jim !

Them blackguards

has took up the trade again.

They come through Shippensburg

this morning, three wagons.

-You mean with trade goods?

-Yes.

They wouldn't dare, they wouldn't dare.

With the King's proclamation

on the door of every inn

and every magistrate's house.

-lt must be army goods.

-lt ain't. l seen them.

lt's paint, knives

and hatchets and powder.

You'll turn them back, of course.

Are you sure of your information?

Sure of it? l tried to reason with them.

They said, ''Get the devil out of the valley

if you're scared of lndians.''

-Why weren't they stopped at Carlisle?

-Stop them?

They've got a military permit signed by

the Commanding Officer in Philadelphia.

You must be mistaken.

lf the goods are under permit,

they're military supplies.

l ain't mistaken.

Are you implying

that my commanding officer is corrupt?

You'd best mind your tongue.

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