Captain Blood Page #4

Calm down, Dixon,

8 is nothing for such a man...

a skilled physician,

a gentleman, and a scholar.

-All right, 9.

-10!

lt's apparent Miss Bishop wants him

more than I do.

Sold to Miss Arabella Bishop for 10.

Sold!

10, sold.

What would you like done with him,

Miss Bishop?

Why, I don't know.

You're extremely foolish.

lt might have cost you your life.

lt was fortunate for you

that I was here to save you.

I hardly consider it fortunate to be bought

by anyone by the name of Bishop.

You could learn a lesson in gratitude.

I could thank for not interfering.

As it happens, you are hardly in a position

to have anything to say about it.

You may join the others belonging

to my uncle...

and henceforth you may take your orders

from him.

Your very humble slave, Miss Bishop.

Come on. Move on, there.

Last night, this dog attempted to escape.

Today you'll see what happens

to those who forget...

that my friend King James

did you all a favor...

in saving you from your just fate

on the gallows.

Show them the iron, Kent.

F-T.

Whoever wears that brand

is known as a fugitive traitor...

and will be treated as such.

Burn those letters in your brain...

lest they be burned on your hides, too.

There speaks a fit friend for King James

if ever I heard one.

Would I had him and his friend James

roasting on a spit over that fire.

Great would be the burning thereof

and loud the rejoicing in Heaven.

Do your duty!

What a cruel shame

that any man is made to suffer so.

-This beastly gout!

-Perhaps a new dressing will help.

Perhaps.

-I have it here.

-Put it down.

So sorry, Doctor.

Easy, you clumsy louts!

-We won't hurt you, Governor.

-You thick-fingered jackasses!

His Excellency will have his little joke.

lll-begotten bunglers!

-Blundering pill peddlers!

-Your Excellency--

That is the final straw.

Out of this house...

and never let me see your faces again.

-But think of our reputations.

-Hang your reputations!

Leave me! I don't want to see you again!

Away! Out!

I don't want to see you!

Out into the streets!

Stop shouting.

You brought on my headache again.

Good! Hannibal, come take my crutch.

Easy, now. Help me up with my foot.

No remedy. Why, thank you, dear.

Why doesn't His Excellency

try another doctor?

Another doctor?

There are only those two

on this wretched island...

-and each one is worse than his partner.

-There is another.

And according to what I've heard,

he became a slave by being a doctor.

A slave?

Would you elevate a slave

to the position of doctor to the Governor?

-ls he a good doctor?

-I don't know.

Why are you laughing?

I'm just thinking how annoyed

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