Northwest Passage Page #4

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that stands out

like a house on fire.

Might as well

be back in jail.

Well, maybe

you're right.

Maybe what

you're saying

is just plain

common sense.

Anyway, i wouldn't

recommend the british.

Maybe those dutch

up in albany

might just suit you.

Here's to them.

[Gasp]

Makes me want

to shoot a panther.

Two or three

drinks of this,

you won't have to

shoot the panther.

Just walk up to him,

kiss him once,

and put him

in your bag,

all limp.

[Snoring]

[Fife and drums

playing]

What the heck

was that?

On your feet.

Come on,

on your feet.

John, take

that shirt off.

We're military.

Where are we?

Crown point.

Get over

with the scouts.

Kankaba sick indian.

Kankaba so, so sick.

Of course you're sick.

I've never

seen an indian

need a coat of paint

worse than you do.

Where are my maps?

Major rogers took care

of them for you.

Major rogers?

The indian fighter?

Say,

is he the fella that mixed

that panther juice?

He brought you here

with that indian scout.

That indian got drunk

and went over the hill.

If you let

one indian get away,

they'll all get away.

So major rogers went

after that indian

hisself.

The smartest

indian alive

can't think half as much

like an indian

as major rogers can.

We're going to albany,

and i want those maps.

All right.

Come along, and we'll

get them for you.

Rogers thinks

we're drunk enough

to join those redcoats,

he's crazy.

You mean

them clay dolls?

No. Major rogers

ain't no redcoat.

Haven't you heard

of rogers' rangers?

They fight indians mostly,

don't they?

Indians? Hah!

They do everything

mostly.

Look over there.

Mcneil, where

do you think

major rogers

will take us?

One man's guess is as

good as another's.

Well, here we are.

Wait outside,

sergeant.

Yes, sir.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Anything more i can

do for you, command me.

You can return my maps

and sketchbook

and explain

why we're here.

I owed you both

a good turn.

Is no good turn

i can make out.

Don't you know

we're fighting a war?

The woods

are full of indians

who'd enjoy

using your hair

to make their girls

look up to them.

I see you've left

a girl at home.

It wouldn't be right

for you to go home

without your hair.

There are no hostile indians

between here and albany.

Well,

suppose there aren't.

I need a man

who can make maps.

I need him bad.

If you'd join

my rangers

and make a map for me

now and then,

i'd show you

all the indians

you could paint.

Of course, my rangers

are a pretty rough lot,

maybe too rough

for an educated man.

He ain't that educated,

and we can take care

of ourselves.

Then you'll take

to my rangers

like a duck

to water.

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