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There it is again, Artie. I tell you, something's on fire.

Sure is.

I guess they named it Brimstone for a good reason, huh?

Hey,

Hannan, two men coming. Must be the ones Colcrest talked about.

Yeah, I better go tell Roach.

Quiet little town, isn't it?

There are your fires, Artie.

Why would Colcrest want to meet us in a deserted town?

Did he mention anything in his letter to you?

No.

Just he wanted us to meet him here in a matter of the greatest urgency.

Come to think of it, I remember reading something about a fire in Brimstone.

That was ten years ago. In the deserted mine shafts under the town.

You suppose those could still be smoldering all that time?

Sure would account for why there's nobody around anymore.

Hardy, would you want to live in this town?

Let's find Colcrest.

A couple more good belts and he'll

tell us everything.

Any more of your brand of questioning and Professor Colcrest won't be able to

tell us anything at all.

Professor.

Professor, do you hear me?

Yes.

You've... You've told us so much already.

Surely. Surely you won't risk your life just to save one last little secret.

No, I... That's all I know.

You better start remembering in the next 15 seconds.

Because that's all the time you got left.

Two strangers riding into town.

Well, we haven't had any visitors for a very long time.

I wonder if they could be those two federal men that you were telling me

What were their names?

Oh, yes.

West and Gordon.

Don't get your hopes up, Colcrest.

Two dead federal agents won't do you much good.

No sign of anyone already. That place hasn't been used for five years at

Maybe he never made it in a town at all.

Hello.

Hello there.

Mr. Gordon?

Mr. West?

I'm Mr. West. I'm Mr. Gordon. I'm pleased to meet you.

I've been expecting you. My name is Philip Colcrest.

Oh, that's Frank Roach. He's been helping me with my work.

Hi, Frank.

How do you do?

As a matter of fact, that's why we're here, Professor.

Got your letter saying you needed help with some kind of find, but you didn't

mention what the find was.

Well, I must say, gentlemen, I'm terribly embarrassed at your presence

Why so?

Well, it seems that my excitement was a little premature. You see, I thought I

had discovered a large vein of gold in one of the deserted mines around here.

Unfortunately, it all turned out to be nothing of any circumstance.

I did send you a following letter hoping to stop your coming out here, but

apparently it must have arrived after you'd already left.

Yes, I'm afraid I did.

Well, Jim, it looks like that long ride was for nothing.

Right, Artie. Well, now that we're here, sir, is there anything we could do for

you? Oh, no, really, thank you.

Everything is just fine. I'm only sorry you had to come all this way.

Well, then, Professor, I guess we'll be on our way.

Gentlemen.

Nice meeting you, gentlemen. Mr. Roach.

I'll walk you to your horses.

Thank you.

I hope you believe how sincerely sorry I am about all of this.

And oh, by the way, when you get back to Washington, D .C., I hope you'll give

my regards to Mrs. Colcrest.

By all means, Professor, it'd be our pleasure. Be glad to.

The game's over, boys.

Hold it right there.

There is, unfortunately, no Mrs. Colcrest.

But of course, as good federal officers, you knew that, didn't you?

You boys almost got by with it, didn't you?

How sad for you that there is no Mrs. Colcrest.

This is my department, Morton.

How about that, Jim? They're playing us out with music.

Bad music, but music.

I find no comfort in that, Artie.

Artie.

Listen, if the town is built over the mine... The professor's in the mine.

Shall we?

No sense letting him know where we've gone.

Right.

Which one would you like to take?

That one.

Why that one?

Why not that one, Artie?

Good, I didn't think you had a reason.

Where are they?

Well, it would appear that our birds have flown the coop.

Nobody just disappears in a thin air.

Hey, Mr. Roach, over here.

Well, that's just great.

That means they got away.

And I got a feeling they'll be coming back with lots of law right behind them.

On the contrary.

I doubt very strongly that they will run off knowing that we have Colcrest in

our hands, which we apparently no longer do.

How could you let a man in that kind of shape get away?

Oh, now, Roach. What happened?

Look, Mr. Roach, he didn't exactly get away. You're contradicting yourself,

Hannan. No, he was running, see? And then he stepped on these rotten timbers

fell down into another tunnel.

Another level?

Was Colcrest hurt? I don't know.

I don't know.

Look, he looked pretty bad. He was bleeding, knocked out. Another level.

Perhaps the day is not lost after all.

Shall we go and rescue the good professor?

Cool, Chris.

All right, we're going to have to move him.

We'll be back for him soon.

Yeah.

Yeah, I got it. Thanks, man.

Thank you.

What cold press could have found that was important enough to bring down a

pack of guns, huh?

How do you think you really could have found gold?

Oh, no, I don't think it was that.

Everything I've read about the place is cold country. The two never go together.

It's empty.

Yes, so it would seem.

Yeah, but he couldn't move. He was hurt bad.

A puzzle, Mr. Roach.

We ought to trust Mr. Hannan there.

How is it possible that a man who was injured so badly that he couldn't move

suddenly disappeared?

What are you getting at?

What I'm getting at is the fact that if Colcrest was so hurt that he couldn't

move, someone must have moved him.

The federal man.

Yes, that's my guess.

Somehow they got down here ahead of us and have carried the good professor

Yeah, but where?

Since even they haven't had time to get him back out of the mine, I would

obviously assume that he's still down there someplace.

I suggest that you get your men together, institute a search, and I

we can...

Trust Mr. Hannan here to guard this yawning cavity and keep anyone from

out. Oh, sure you can. I can do it, Roach. You better.

Respiration shallow, pulse rapid and weak, skin cold and clammy, eyes out of

focus.

I tell you, Jim, it's all the classic symptoms of a brain concussion. If we

don't get him to a doctor soon, we're going to be...

I remember where there is a doctor.

Wait a minute. That doctor's house we passed on the way over here through the

Cedar Grove. Right.

And since we can't take the patient to the doctor... I'll bring the doctor to

the patient. Come on.

Well? Oh, just in case. One of us should stand watch outside.

Yeah. Maybe somebody will sneak up on us from behind.

Well, it won't take brains in there. Just muscle.

And guts.

Let's go.

Gordon, I know you're down here.

You don't have a chance.

I've got too many men for you.

Hello, may I see the doctor, please?

No.

No? What do you mean, no? Why no?

Well, because doctors are only human. They get sick, too. That's why not.

Come in.

I'm sorry, but my father is a very sick man.

I just want to see him for one moment, please.

You look healthy enough. What's your problem? It's not for me. I've got a

some ways from here who's been badly hurt. No. No traveling. He's got a

Medicine to take. He can't be running around the country.

Who is it, Dooley?

Dooley? Father, you remember your promise.

Oh, I do. I do. But can't we at least hear the man out before we turn him

away? Thanks very much, Doctor. My name is Artemis Gordon.

I, uh...

I'm sorry that you're not feeling well, but I've got a very sick man back there.

My father is a very sick man.

Now, now, Dooley, let's not exaggerate.

It's just a touch of intestinal influenza, that's all.

Well, it sounds much worse than it is.

I'm not going to let you go.

I'm sorry, sir, but... I did promise my daughter that I wouldn't step foot

outside the house until I was bit.

All right, sir. Thank you very much.

Is there any other doctor around here that I might be able to use?

Nearest one is in Paradise City.

Paradise... That's 28 miles farther on and then all the way back to Brimstone.

Oh, sir, this man's been in a very bad fall. He'll die before I can get back

there with somebody else.

A fall?

Yes, sir. That can present all kinds of complications.

It already has.

He's in a coma.

Breathing shallow, his eyes won't focus on anything at all.

You're describing a concussion.

I'd better go.

No.

Dooley, I am going.

I'll get my bag. Thank you. Oh, Doctor.

Yes. Before you go, there's one thing more I think you should know.

There may be some danger involved in getting to the injured man.

I'm not saying there will be, but it's possible.

Did you think that would matter?

Beautiful, wasn't she?

Yes.

Your mother?

Yes.

She was a wonderful woman.

Miss Sloan, if it weren't critical, I would never have pressed your father,

believe me.

Well, I knew he was going to go.

He always goes.

Would you have him any different?

Well, I don't have any choice, do I?

But it just doesn't seem fair.

He's sick.

And tired.

He's tired.

But nobody ever worries about the doctor, do they?

I wonder why.

I don't know. Maybe it just goes with the diploma and the black bag.

Madison.

Reagan and interim government stores depot in time of war.

It's prescribed in army regulations.

Summary execution.

Keep your rifle steady on him, Sergeant.

In the presence of superior forces, I surrender, Captain.

Captain Lyman Butler, sir.

Made of the 1st Virginia Cavalry.

now detached on an assignment of highest importance.

Able -bodied young man like you?

Why aren't you in uniform?

Oh, well, I was in uniform, sir.

Wounded, is that it?

Yes, sir, that was it. I was wounded.

Wounded and mustered out.

There's no dishonor in that, boy.

How is it shaping up at Five Forks?

How do you mean the Battle of Five Forks?

Well, there'll be a battle there, all right. You mark my word.

You don't know how it's going to turn out?

How all this Armageddon will turn out?

No, sir, but I'd like to know how it's going to turn out.

There.

Right there at Five Forks.

That's where we're going to break the back of Sheridan and his blue coats.

And after that, the big one.

Pulling all his reserves out of Petersburg and out of Richmond.

The old gray fox is going to roll back grants flying in one mighty flanking

maneuver and end this war once and for all right there.

I don't have my glasses, boy.

Where do my calculations make that come out to?

It's in Virginia, sir, at a place called Appomattox.

You've served your country, young man.

You know the sacrifices men can be called on to make in her name.

I'm going to release you.

Can I trust you to take a message?

Yes, sir. To whom?

To General Lee.

That's not for me. You understand that?

It's for my man.

We've been here such a long time.

I don't know the last time the sergeant saw his family.

I know they miss him.

Tell General Lee that his shipment is still intact.

Tell him Captain Lyman Butler is still on guard.

You understand?

It's my man.

It's my man. They've been here such a long time.

Yes, sir. Why don't you accompany me, sir?

This is my command.

I can't leave my man.

Let you go.

I'm going to have to leave you for a few minutes, Doc.

After I do, those men at the front of the barn will leave, too.

When they do, you go in through this side door, quiet.

I think I'm beginning to enjoy this, Mr. Gordon.

Fine. Try to keep it that way.

Well, what do you want?

Nothing.

I was just trying to find out what was happening.

Nothing is happening, my dear Mr. Hannan.

We are merely sitting here trying to figure out a nice, safe way to beard the

lions that await us below.

Now, what does that mean?

It means, you poor Claude, that had you not been run out of the caves, we might

be sitting here talking to our old friend Colcrest.

At this very moment.

Well, I'll tell you what I'm going to do.

Next time, I'm going to let you go down there.

Just to see what you can do.

As a last resort, I may have to.

Let her go.

Marty, there have been some strange things happening around here.

So strange, I doubt if you'd believe me.

Well, I think it's about time we had a little talk with the occupants of the

mine. Do you really think your fancy talk's going to do any good?

Hey, hey, someone's coming.

Dr. Sloan, you must have just arrived with Mr.

Gordon. They came to treat a man who's unconscious.

Unconscious? That means he hasn't been able to tell them anything.

It also means they've found another way out of that mine.

Yes, but obviously, if they had to bring a doctor in here, Colcrest is too

injured to take out. So? So, if Colcrest should die before he can tell them the

secret, all that means is that we have to outweigh them, then we can go in and

find it ourselves.

Yeah, but they already got that doctor to him. Where? Don't worry.

I'll take care of the doctor.

You boys tear this town apart.

Find the other way out of that mine. Now, wait a minute. I don't understand.

Where's my father? He needs his medicine.

Just come with me, my dear.

We'll take you to him.

It was a captain, Butler, that headed up a relief detachment for General Lee,

but it wasn't armaments he was carrying.

Gentlemen, he's responding.

How soon before he'll be able to talk?

Is there a doctor down there by the name of Sloan?

Because if there is, there's someone up here by the name of Dooley who's

exceedingly anxious to see him.

Hold it.

Dooley's his daughter.

You don't have much time, Doc.

What do you want?

Ah, Mr. West.

How good to hear your voice again.

In answer to your question, we want the doctor up here.

And we want him right now.

What if he doesn't come up?

If you could see the expression on Mr.

Roach's face, I don't think you'd ask that question.

Doctor, I'll leave it up to you.

If you value Professor Colcrest's life more than you value your daughter's,

down there.

I will give you exactly five minutes to come up out of the mine.

Otherwise...

No, no, no, Dooley.

Everything is all right.

Don't give me away. Just follow my lead.

Ah, Dr. Sloan.

This West Gordon pair are really quite something, aren't they? Right under my

very nose, they smuggle you in to treat their precious patient.

I know nothing about that. I'm a doctor. I go where I'm needed.

How very noble of you.

How is your patient?

He's not at all well.

A linear fracture of the skull.

All the morbid trauma, typical of parietal concussion.

Never mind that.

Will he live?

If I'd had an opportunity to operate, perhaps. But since you interrupted me,

Excellent.

You see, Dr. Sloan, Professor Colcrest has some information that I want very

badly.

Now, if he dies, I can search it out for myself.

But it is important that I have that information and no one else.

If he dies, you die.

And your very charming daughter dies.

And very shortly, too.

They're all yours. How long have you had hands since jaundice?

What?

It's none of my business, of course. You probably have a doctor of your own.

But if the night palpitations and the sweating started yet, the deep, sharp

won't come until later, of course.

Jaundice? I?

Yes. You must be out of your mind.

Well, perhaps I am, but I've been an experienced enough doctor to know a very

serious illness when I see one. I feel fine. I've never felt better in my life.

Great day. That is the worst possible sign.

What do you mean?

Patient never knows when he has jaundice. Never.

That's what makes it so deadly.

He has an intelligence enough to recognize the symptoms.

Symptoms?

What symptoms?

Do you know that the whites of your eyes have started turning? Well, it's none

of my business.

Well, what else? What else, doctor?

Here, I've got a mirror you can see for yourself.

Hold it right there, doc.

You don't have a gun in there, do you?

Maybe I'd better look for myself.

Lock that guy upstairs.

All right, you'd fight pretty good for an old doctor.

No, it wasn't just arms that Butler was carrying when his detachment was

bushwhacked by the raiders.

Then Morton was one of his raiders.

That's right.

And he's been searching for Butler's hiding place ever since.

But why, Professor Colcrest?

I stumbled upon the why shortly before Morton and his men finally showed up.

If you will slip that map aside, please.

It opens up.

Thank you.

It's a king's ransom.

Yes.

Raised in a last -ditch effort to save the Confederacy.

And only someone as highly placed as Morton could have found out about the

and silver raised by the Confederacy. And that Butler's detachment was

it to Jefferson Davis.

Somehow Morton and his men missed this.

Yes.

The bushwhacking was brilliant, deadly.

And yet Butler, badly wounded with a couple of his men, managed to escape.

And with the treasure to boot.

Is it any wonder that he's mad, hiding out here?

The sergeant, his only companion, finally dying and leaving Butler alone

these caves all this time.

Morton never stopped searching for the money that slipped through his fingers.

And poor, half -mad Butler never stopped dreaming that one day, officially, he

would be relieved of this crushing burden.

I can't do with a lot of you.

Breaking an entering government store's depot in time of war.

as prescribed and set forth by Army regulation.

Captain Butler.

General Lee.

In the name of the Army of Northern Virginia and the Confederate States of

America, I hereby accept transfer of your supplies.

And with it...

relief of your assignment, and a special commendation, Captain, to be entered

upon your record.

For selfless devotion to duty, for notable skill in the

execution of a difficult and perilous mission, and above all,

for an unflagging courage that never wants.

Fall to earth.

Well done, Captain.

Hey, Artie.

I just left Professor Colcrest.

And he tells me that Captain Butler's coming along real well.

That's good.

What is this, Artie? Some kind of war game? No, no, no. I got to thinking

that map that Butler kept and the plan he had for the big battle.

So? Well, it occurred to me that if the Confederates had broken through at Five

Forks, right?

And if Grant had pulled the reserves out of Richmond, and then they had managed

to outflank Grant at Petersburg.

Artie.

He was very mixed up.

Yeah, but if the South had been able to implement his plan, we could have all

been whistling Dixie.