Stanley and Livingstone

I am sorry Gentlemen. I realize this

places you in an awkward position.

But I know these Comanche's.

Particularly I know Chief Stand Alone.

If he has made up his mind to

fight, He is going to fight.

- That is all there to it.

-We are sent here to talk peace with the Indians.

What are we to say to the president?

I can't take responsibility, of permitting

you to go any further into Indian country.

Col! Our instructions from president clearly

states that you will provide us with an army escort!

An escort?

You see that ridge over

there. The first one...

Our entire force couldn't move a mile

beyond that without a pitch battle.

I don't think that you would be much

use to the president without your scalps.

Sentry reports amount of force in

Indian form. Looks like an attack.

They two in front. They

look like white men.

Those Indians were

escorts! Hold your fire.

Howdy colonel!

- What's the meaning of this corporal?

Meet colonel Grant!

- How do you do colonel?

Who are you?

My name is Stanley. I am a

reporter for The New York Herald.

Newspaperman?

Didn't you know better

that to take this...

Civilian into Indian territory?

I tried to talk him out of it. But he

is so dead set on seeing the old chief...

- Chief San Tata?

- Yep!

You mean to say you saw chief san tata?

I am sorry I cannot tell you that.

Come on Jeff! We got to get the railroad

and telegraph our story back to New York

Just a moment Mr. Stanley!

This is field head quarters

for the United States army.

These two gentlemen are the

Presidents' peace commissioners.

You will oblige me by

answering their questions.

- Sorry colonel! I cant do that.

- You cant? Or you wont?

Well if you want to put it

that way colonel. I wont.

Suppose I place you under arrest.

Maybe that will change your mind.

You can't arrest me

colonel. I know my rights.

My paper sent me to get

a story and I got it.

All of this is the exclusive

property of our boss. James Bennet.

Presidents going to hear about this.

He will hear about, when everybody else

does. When he will read the New York Herald.

- Come on Jeff!

- Good day Colonel.

What's the matter? Roughness?

No, I take these to help

me mind my own business

Just a moment gentlemen. I have

listened to you with patience.

Now, apparently you don't

like the way I run my paper.

But it's my paper and that's

the way I intend to run it.

I intend to feature in the Herald first and

upto the minute news of sensational events.

And for your information senator,

I intend to go on telling the truth

About graft and

corruption in high places.

More prominent the rascal.

The bigger the news.

And furthermore gentlemen I

intend to continue making news

While my competitor sit around

waiting for it to happen.

Now suppose we get down to the

business that brought you here.

You came to buy me out. Didn't you?

Well that is more or less what

we planned to discuss with you.

And now if you would let us know

your lowest price of the herald.

One-cent daily and 5 cents

on Sundays. What is it Albert?

- Mr. Stanley is here Sir!

- Well, show him in.

Hello Stanley! That was a great story.

- Thanks!

Welcome back! Bennet is waiting

to pin a leather medal on you.

Hello, Mr. Stanley! -Well, how are you?

Say were those real Indians? -It's

the realest Indians that you ever saw.

Billy, I want you to meet Jeff Slogan. The

best Indian scout in whole Wyoming territory

Keep an eye on him for me but don't

believe everything that he tells you

As a matter of fact Billy, don't

believe anything that he tells you.

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