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The pair of you

will return to barracks.

I trust I make

myself clear.

Yes, sir.

- Well?

- Yes, sir.

Look, when I arrived

yesterday at the harbor,

I didn't see

any whaler.

They left without him

on the afternoon tide.

The skipper was

angry as hell,

charging around, shouting at

everybody if they'd seen him.

I tell you, I was near

to locking him up.

Why so angry?

Well, he'd lost his

harpoonist, didn't he?

A good harpoon man's

worth gold these days.

These all his belongings?

Yeah, these and his

kit bag over there.

- That too?

- Yeah.

All right, dismount.

Sergeant Leybourne,

these horses need a rest,

- just a few minutes.

- Yes, sir.

Mr. Bryce, what is it?

Maori.

See? The weight's

all on the toes.

No heel print.

The weight's right.

By the spacing...

his height.

It's him.

If he keeps heading

up this coast,

he'll reach

Dunney's Point,

find a boat... whew,

away at sea

'fore you know it.

Very well.

- Private Barker!

- Sir.

Get up on those rocks, man, see if we

can't get around the headland

- before the tide comes in.

- Yes, sir.

Mr. Van Diemen,

is there a problem?

It's not him.

No disrespect

to Mr. Bryce here,

but our man was used

to wearing shoes.

This man,

whoever he was...

he never wore shoes.

With respect, Major,

I don't think our man

is just another sailor.

I think

he's coming home.

Sir, if we go

right away,

we should be able to get around

before the tide cuts us off.

Thank you, Barker.

All right, mount up!

Van Diemen!

Blast the man.

Barker, get his horse.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Bryce.

Your man left

empty-handed, didn't he?

That's right.

Your Mr. Van Diemen

was right.

Raupo bread.

Maori pollen bread.

Where would he get that?

Look at the size

of this fire.

Whoever this fellow was,

he was in no hurry.

Mr. Bryce, are you

seriously telling me

that we've been following

the wrong man all day?

Same build, same height,

wrong Maori.

I knew we should have

gotten bloody dogs.

We'll double back,

pick up the trail

where our Mr. Van Diemen

disappeared on us.

And you're quite certain

you can do that?

I'll have two trails to follow

instead of just one.

Well, we'd better get on

with it then, haven't we?

Mm, been fishing, eh?

Head, feet.

So you knew I was

watching you, eh?

Good.

Mm.

So you've made yourself

some shoes?

Mm, clever boy.

Horses won't be much use

to us from here on, Major.

Al right.

Thank you, Mr. Bryce.

- Private Barker.

- Yes, sir?

You'll take these horses back

to base in the morning.

Yes, sir.

- Crowther.

- Yes, Major?

- We'll keep yours as a packhorse.

- Sir.

Do not move

unless I tell you to.

I said do not move.

Stand still.

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