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In 1754, the American territory

around the Great Lakes
was a prize

sought by both
England and France.

The Indians, as a matter
of preservation,

were forced to take sides.

And once friendly tribes
became bitter enemies.

The peaceful Mohicans had formed
an alliance with the English

while the warlike Mingos,
a branch of the Iroquois

under Chief Arrowhead,

had thrown their lot in
with the French.

And bad blood existed
between the two tribes.

Togamak, reach to fort,

the English will send
soldiers to help.

Uncas?

KaLetan?

Maybe you didn't like moving
your tribe further west, Chingachgook.

But you can't say these forests
are short of food.

And not short of
French and Mingos.

As long as the Mingos
stayed by the Great Water,

you can stop--

Smoke.
Much fire!

- Pathfinder!
- Easy! They may still be around.

- Mingos!
- Uncas, KaLetan?

They may still be alive.

KaLetan?
Uncas?

KaLetan?

- KaLetan? Uncas?
- Chingachgook?

- KaLetan?
- Chingachgook?

- Chingachgook?
- Uncas.

Mingos, Chingachgook,
they killed KaLetan.

They killed everyone, my son.

You will be the last
of our people.

KaLetan sent Togamak to the fort

but the English did not come.

So that's what our treaty meant
with the English?

We fight for them
but they will not fight for us.

Bury your dead, Chingachgook.

- Where you go?
- To break a treaty!

All right, Colonel.

- Pathfinder?
- Get up.

I'm going to give you more of a chance
than you gave the Mohicans.

The Mohicans?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Get up.

But you can't kill a man
in this night shirt?

What's eating at you?

Mohicans sent to you
for help today.

- But you didn't even--
- To me?

- I never have the word.
- Help! Help!

Colonel Duncannon.

- Togamak.
- Your Mohican messenger.

Get him inside, quick.

No use, Pathfinder.

Mingos.

He said he wanted to see
the Colonel.

He wasn't here earlier?

I haven't seen him since he came
in for salt over a month ago.

Then Duncannon was
telling the truth.

I'm certainly glad
you found out in time.

You're not usually
so hotheaded, Pathfinder.

What happened?

Mohicans were wiped out today.

The only one still alive
are Uncas and Chingachgook.

Better bring them
in to the fort.

We've received word today

that war has been declared
between England and France.

He will be all alone.

Oh, no, no, no.

The women in the Fort Plain
will take good care of Uncas.

I promise you.

But the French and Mingos
are many.

You cannot hold this fort.

Aye, you're right.
We cannot hold them.

I once made you
an offer to join us,

but you turned me down.

I was brought up
by the Indians, Duncannon.

The white men are
taking their lands.

Neither you nor the French
had enough gold for me

to act as guide for your armies.

I did not want you as a guide.

Pathfinder,
you can save this fort

and all the women
and children in it.

With one rifle?

Look here.

The French have anticipated
this war for a long time.

They've build many forts
around the Lakes.

Now the lifeline of the string
of forts is St. Vicente.

All the French supplies
come over land

then are shipped out in one large
sailing vessel, which delivers them.

Now, if St. Vicente were
destroyed or in British hands,

the rest of the string
of forts would wither

on the vine for lack
of supplies.

It is the only way

we can hold this territory
and this fort.

You have a lot of faith
in deer slayer.

No. You both want to strike
a blow at the Mingos

as well as the French.
This is your chance.

The Mingos have set up
their camp at St. Vicente

to ally their forces
with the French troops.

You see,

the French once offered you
gold to be a guide for them.

Well...

you can take that job.

What would you want us
to find out?

How many troops
the French's have got,

the number of their canon
and their plans of defense.

Me not understanding
a word of French.

But there's someone here
who will help,

speaks French like a native.

What do you say?

Arrowhead and these Mingos
are at St. Vicente.

This is the way to fight them,
Chingachgook.

Then we fight, best we can.

If we get this information,

we stand a good chance
of taking St. Vicente.

Call in your man
who speaks French.

Good.

Orderly, bring Alison.
And hurry.

I'm sorry it took a war to bring
you over to our side, Pathfinder.

Heh, but now that you are here,

heh, there's a little
more hope in my soul

about ever getting
back to bonnie Scotland.

A tot of rum
to seal the bargain.

This interpreter,
it will take a man

who can keep his mouth closed

and who can handle a gun,
if necessary.

Heh, your drink, lad.
It's the finest rum.

I'm going to have to trust
this man, Colonel.

You know, he can't have the
scattered-brain mind of a woman.

Colonel Duncannon,

you wanted to see me?

Aye.

Uh, this is Alison.

Uh, Miss Welcome Alison.

Your interpreter.

Duncannon is going to make
his camp near the river

so we can get information
to him in a hurry.

Now you got your
own story straight?

Well, let's hear it.

Mais oui.
My name is Paulette Dessoir.

I was on my way to
the settlement at St. Vicente

when my party was attacked
by a band of Delaware.

I was the only one saved.

I was rescued
by a polite gentleman

called Monsieur Pathfinder
who thinks all women are--

All right! All right!

I guess your memory
is good enough.

Thank you.

Why did you ever accept
a job like this?

- Why not?
- You're a woman.

Excellent.

I'd heard your eyes were sharp.

- Now look.
- You look, Mister Pathfinder.

I'm not a child nor are all
women scattered-brain idiots.

So that's what's bothering you.

I'm English. That's my reason
for taking this job.

Now is there anything else?

Yeah.

Why aren't you having a flock
of kids like other women?

Unfortunately,
women can only marry men.

Now since we've a mutual
dislike for each other,

this should be a most
workable business arrangement.

You don't have to ask me
any questions,

and I won't question you.

Just what is it
you have against men?

That's a question, I presume.

Yeah.

Be ready to leave by dawn.

And you better take along
a cookbook, ma'am,

just in case we have
to fight a few Mingos.

Owls?

Could be owls!
Could be Mingos!

Perhaps if I talk
to them in French.

Mingos shoot first,
listen to talk later.

Know how to handle this?

I could probably hit you
at this distance.

That's about what I expected.

It wasn't an owl.

How do you reload this thing?

Don't tell me you've
never used one before?

Of course not!

What's so difficult?
You just point and pull the trigger.

Men just like to make
a fuss about these things.

Use this while I reload the pistol.

You did that on purpose.

Go through there.

Get around back.

Get down.

This is no position for a lady

but you're no good to me dead.

Get down and stay down.

That too!

They won't find us now,
will they?

Still keep looking.

Well, I'm gonna get some sleep.

It's bit noisy for sleeping.

All right!
Big, strong man, now what?

Get out your cookbook,
may be that will help.

Well, how can you hit
what you can't see?

That one stepped on a twig.

Man even shoots with his ears.

Chingachgook!

- Relax.
- Well, how can you relax

at a time like this?

They won't attack
Pathfinder at night.

- I've seen all kinds of conceited--
- We're going to make them!

Your conceit is really
the most colossal--

You're going to what?

We got to find out
how many there are.

They all don't step on twigs.

- He's not going to build a fire?
- Yep.

But they'll see us.

Yep.

Pathfinder!

Pathfinder is dead.

Pathfinder!

You can't die
and leave me alone.

You can't die here.

Can you think of a better place?

Go back behind that far tree.

Take my gun and reload it.

Take the powder, would you?

All right.

- What was he doing?
- He told them I'm in that grave.

- They will be coming soon.
- Why?

For my scalp.

There's none they'd rather
wear in their belts.

- They will dig up that grave and--
- Quite clear, thank you.

I guess that's all of them.

I've never seen anything
so grisly in my life.

It would have been a lot worse,
ma'am, if I really was in that grave.

Maybe you'd rather
go back to Fort Blaine.

No.

Mingos probably left
their canoes at the lake.

We'll use one of them
to go the rest of the way.

You'll stay here and act
as our contact with Duncannon.

I'll be glad to see
civilized people again,

even if they are French.

You better get some sleep.

- Where did you get it?
- That Mingo won't need it.

Mingo?

I didn't thank you
for the blanket last night.

Of course, not much
from a roof over your head.

That Mingo hadn't died last night
you would have been mighty cold.

That's what you live by
in the forest, isn't it?

Dog eat dog.

Oh, it's simple, maybe.

There aren't too many things you have
to find out about a man that way,

with women, there's always
a lot to find out.

Even with squaws.

Are you going to question me?

No, it ain't necessary.

I know enough.

Do you?

You didn't think I'd take you
along without learning about you.

And what did you learn?

You're feeling mighty sorry
for yourself, for one thing.

I--?

From one of those
old English families,

traveled all the way
to Fort Blaine,

to marry
a young English captain,

you'd known back in London.

When you got here, found out
he had taken to drink, rum,

deserted and became a renegade.

Then you know all
about Captain Bradford.

A renegade
English captain named Bradford

married the daughter
of Tuscarora chief.

I'd expect you'd be
madder than a hornet.

Glad to be rid of him.

Captain Bradford
could have gone far

if he hadn't come
to this country.

Maybe.

Maybe your kind of civilization
would have protected him.

But you are a fair hand
in the forest, ma'am.

The likes of Bradford
shouldn't fret you none.

Thank you.

But if come out of this alive,
I'm going back to London.

Mingos recognize me,
may be a little trouble.

He's Pathfinder.
Mohican brave.

- You die.
- Watch him, Sergeant.

Well.

To what do I owe the honor for
the visit from my old friend,

l'ennemi Pathfinder?

Him, Mohican.

Calm yourself, mon ami,

he's not going to kill
any Mingos here.

What is this?

His tribe wiped out
the Mohicans.

Yes, I know.

One of the sad things
of the war,

the Mohicans, the English,
they would do the same to us,

if they were strong enough.

But if I--

Sacrebleu,
what am I overlooking?

Thousand pardon, mademoiselle,

I thought I knew
every woman in St. Vincente.

I brought her here, colonel.

Maybe we could go and pow-wow
some place in private.

Of course, of course,

she has the depth of fire
of old wine, Pathfinder.

Where do you find
such things in the forest?

That's the whole story.

Delaware war party
gave up looking for it.

Well, I found her
in that old cave,

she, uh, sure didn't look
like old wine.

Mon petit chéri,

It could only have been fate
that spared you alone

of your entire party
from the Delawares,

and they allowed you to spread
your radiant sunshine.

You no make friend with Mohican.

These people are guests
of this post, Chief Arrowhead.

One more misdeed and I shall
question your ability

to fight on the side of France.

Pathfinder knows
I am a strong chief.

Let Pathfinder defend himself
in my camp by the river.

My friends are most distressed.

You almost lost yourself
a guide, colonel.

A guide?

C'est magnifique!

This indeed calls for a pow-wow.

I'll return this later.

Needless to say, mademoiselle,

you shall be a most delightful
addition to our outpost.

Now about your sudden decision

to become a guide
for the French.

Well, the English are going
to be driven out the territory.

The forest is where I live.

I can't afford to be
on the losing side.

Besides, little Paulette's gotten to be
kind of, uh, personal responsibility.

Ah, l'amour.

This l'amour
must be quite a word.

What did she say?

No.

She could get into a pack of trouble
taking that long to say no.

Now you are working for France as a guide,
Monsieur Pathfinder,

because we need a guide
very badly.

Your first duty would be

a constant inspection
of the area.

We do not want to be
caught by surprise.

Now I will show you
to your quarters.

Show the lady, monsieur.
I'm going down to Mingo camp.

It will be dangerous for you.

This business has got
to be settled, ma'am.

But will be settled?

Maybe we don't have judges,
barristers and courts,

but the forest
has a law of its own.

- Even the Mingos lived by it.
- He is right.

I have seen this
forest code before,

we can't change
these people, mademoiselle.

- I shall go also.
- No. No. No.

Should I go alone?
Or you will accompany me?

As you wish.

I come to Arrowhead's camp

to learn if he has the courage
of which he speaks.

I will give you a chance
to take Pathfinder's scalp.

If you fail,
your tribe is to honor me.

It is agreed?

Mohican have honor if he lives.

I give you your life, Arrowhead.

I will not wear your scalp
on my belt,

rule your people and see that
they do not bother me.

The Mohican will be honored
by my tribe.

Since you are going
to be our guide,

it's good that you won
the respect of my troops

and the Indians, Pathfinder.

I let Arrowhead live,
that was a sign of weakness.

You regret the instinct
of a civilized human being.

You two, you have all
the quarrels of lovers

without any of the pleasures.
Voila, we are here.

This is for you, mademoiselle.

I trust you'll find it
quite comfortable.

- Merci, monsieur.
- Thanks, colonel.

Being as how my talk and my ways

aren't much entertainment
for the lady,

maybe you could arrange for her
to meet some of the folks,

- uh, party--
- Excellent.

Tonight, we'll arrange
you a soiree.

But I'm afraid my clothes were--

Oh, you will have
all the clothes you need.

I shall see about it
immediately.

Mademoiselle.
Monsieur.

I supposed you think
all a woman wants are parties.

Now what do you think
you're doing?

When are you going to stop
taking up a Tomahawk

- every time you talk to me?
- Does it make any difference?

Yeah. That make you feel
any better.

Make me feel better?

Sure. It's what you want,
isn't it?

Or maybe you don't know it.

I do believe
you've lost your mind.

Welcome, you're sore at all men
because that captain of yours showed

such bad judgment
by walking out on you

to marry an Indian girl.

- Think maybe you're growing old.
- Old?

You're not so pretty anymore.
And not pleasing to the eyes of men.

Since I didn't pay you much,
never mind it kind of make matters worse.

Well, me kissing you
should tell you it isn't so.

You're right pleasing
to the eye.

Well.

Frenchman might have
told you nicer, ma'am,

but I'm the one who kissed you.

Plenty of practice from
the Indian girls, no doubt.

Some of them make mighty fine
practicing, ma'am.

Pathfinder, I told you
when we started this job--

It isn't for me.

I just wanted to prove to you
that you could charm

all the Frenchman
at that soiree tonight.

- How clever you are.
- Sure.

That's why I suggested
the party.

The ship they send supplies on
is in port,

which means there's a supply
train heading this way.

Enough of your charm,
and you could find out

all there is to know
about that train.

And I'm supposed to thank you
for restoring my confidence, hmm?

- It would be polite.
- Well, let me restore

your confidence, my friend.

You are a savage,
an unmitigated abysmal savage.

You should have killed
Arrowhead and taken his scalp,

it would be more natural to you.

Remember, ma'am, will be needing
that information about the train.

Ma'am.

Yes, ma'am.
Quite a soiree, yup.

Quite a soiree, ma'am.

Excuse me, colonel,

reckon I'll be getting
back to my cabin.

So soon?

Quite a nice party, sir.

Thanks for taking care
of the lady.

But mademoiselle,
the soiree just...

Where is she?
Did she leave without you?

I reckon she won't be
wanting for company.

Tell her I said goodnight.

Pathfinder?

Come in.

I'm glad you are awake.

Why are you?

Guns aren't like
human beings, ma'am,

they are reliable
if you take care of them.

Meaning guns are preferable.

- Have a nice walk?
- I didn't think you'd notice.

Yes, delightful, thanks,

most entertaining young man.

- I'm right glad for you, ma'am.
- Oh, stop calling me ma'am.

Using a woman isn't
my kind of fighting.

Maybe the party was my idea.
Maybe it was a mistake.

But you didn't have to go
lollygagging with that--

Well, you do
have human instincts.

You're jealous, Pathfinder.

There is hope for you after all.

- Needn't concern you.
- Oh, the information I learned.

- What did you find out?
- The supply train will reach

Wenatchee Ridge on Thursday.

Wenatchee Ridge? That bridge
has never been crossed.

French engineers have built
a road along the cliff wall.

Even the Indians have
never crossed Wenatchee.

Point for civilization,
shall we say?

It's valuable information,
ma'am.

You must have really charmed
that lieutenant.

What right have you
to be jealous?

Don't know as I am, ma'am.

Maybe it's...

Maybe I shouldn't have
kissed you.

Man can become discontented
with things he has.

So you decided to take up
the Tomahawk against me.

I didn't know
we had anything in common.

Maybe we do, ma'am.

Welcome.

There's gentleness in you,
Pathfinder,

and kindness.

They may even be more of these
than cruelty one day.

Perhaps we both have something
to look forward to.

Do be careful.

If I can keep my wits about me.

What do you think you'll do?

We got to find the way to stop
that train from coming over the ridge.

Duncannon will have more
of a chance

if we can't stop those supplies
from getting St. Vicente.

I'll have to go find
Chingachgook.

You better get started.

All I had to do, Pathfinder,
was smile at the lieutenant.

Your bird whistle very good but Eagle
Feather still think you Pathfinder.

Arrowhead's still suspicious.

He must have follow me
from the settlement.

Pathfinder not listening.

I was thinking too hard.

The French have built a road
along Wenatchee.

- Wenatchee bad medicine.
- A big supply train is going by tomorrow.

- No time to tell English colonel.
- No.

Suppose there were no road.
We can blow a hole in it.

Trouble is we need gun powder.

Brasseau has that arsenal
guarded like--

- We kill guard.
- No, too many.

If we can only find a way
to make them open it...

Chingachgook, I think our old
friend Arrowhead sent us a key.

I don't understand.

Clean this off.
Put yellow stripes on it.

Feathers on both sides.

And let the French find it
in Eagle Feather's body.

Ah, I understand very well.
We find clay down by the river.

Right.

It was Eagle Feather
who was killed, sir.

We found his body
on the edge of the settlement

with this Indian knife
in his back.

I've never seen
this kind of striping before.

- Have you?
- No, sir, never.

You sent for Arrowhead?

Yes, sir.
He will be here in a moment.

This is not a Mingo weapon.

- Who could've killed him?
- I don't know, sir.

The sentries didn't see a thing.

Eagle Feather dead.

And this did it.

Delaware knife?

Delaware?

In this territory, are you sure?

Delaware knife.
I see many times.

Maybe Eagle Feather
must see war party.

Try to come back to warn French.

The British could be bringing
the Delawares into this territory.

- Sound the guard, sergeant.
- Yes, sir.

Wait.
Delaware not attack at night.

Only when sun God
come over mountain,

want sun God to see brave deed.

There's too much at stake
here to take any chances.

- I want all defenses manned.
- Yes, sir.

Sounds like Colonel Brasseau has
a healthy respect for the Delawares.

Get the horse,
I'll meet you here.

I'm going in.

Pathfinder.

- You saw Chingachgook?
- Yes.

What's this about the Delaware?

Go to sleep and cover
your head. Now go away.

But the Delawares?

There is not a Delaware
within 200 miles of here.

Everything goes all right and
I'll be back by tomorrow night.

- And if it doesn't.
- Don't worry about it.

I've got to see Brasseau.

Try to find out in the morning
how he plans his advance.

Go.

- Pathfinder.
- Where have you been?

The English must have put a big
bee in the bonnet of the Delawares.

Oh, mean critters,
those Delawares,

they torture a man first
then scalp him.

It has taken all my life
to grow this.

I'll get this filled
and then do some scouting.

Maybe I can locate them
before they hit us.

Bien. Find them.
We will attack first.

Smart strategy, Colonel.

Got to work fast.
if we want to reach Wenatchee in time.

Sun God is sunning himself
for three hours by now,

and the only things we have to fight
are the birds and chipmunks.

- Are you sure about that knife?
- See it many times.

Where's Pathfinder?

Out, scouting Delawares.

If there are Delawares,
probably he's dead by now.

That renegade Bradford is
bringing in the delegation

from the Tuscarora tribe
this afternoon

to talk about to join
the alliance.

I'll be at my quarters.

If anything happens here,

call me at once.

There it is.

French are smart.
British never would've found this road.

We fix now.

We'll leave the horse here.

- We haven't much time.
- Look.

Men on the trail.
Fire a shot over their heads

to see if they're friendly.

What a time to figure out how to turn
around. The war will be over.

Come on.

I know.

But I'm afraid I have
no talent for the military.

Oh, you must have other talents.

Perhaps, you would have
the time to instruct me

in the art of, uh, soldiering.

Oh, mademoiselle.

You are just as unpredictable
as the Delawares.

And you. I thought you are going
to be my very good friend.

Oh, mais oui.
It would be my pleasure.

But military matters
are unromantic, Paulette.

Plans for defenses,
disposition for troops,

supplies, arms,
these are secret things.

And officer cannot show them
or discuss such things openly.

I understand, monsieur.

And I'm glad to see that
you are a man of discretion.

Then perhaps tonight,
you and I...

Ah, the Tuscarora tribe.

They will expect
a conference immediately.

- Of course, I'll go.
- No. No.

But you must meet
this Captain Bradford.

- Most interesting scandal.
- Please, no.

No, I insist.

Colonel Brasseau,
I'm Captain Bradford.

Captain Bradford.

May I present our Chief Talimi.

His sons Montu and Deleka.

And his daughter...

my wife, Lokawa.

It's a pleasure to meet
so many friends of France.

This is Mademoiselle Dessoir.

It's a pleasure for me
to also meet a friend of France,

Mademoiselle Dessoir.

I will be the spokesman
for the Tuscaroras, colonel.

If you will excuse me.

We shall see.

This way please.

I tell you your father doesn't
understand these Frenchman.

Brasseau will meet my terms.
He can't afford not to.

He can't buy my support
with beads and promises,

it will take gold.

Enough gold so
that I can live in London

as an English gentleman should.

You let my people fight
so you can have gold.

I meant so we can
have gold, Lokawa.

You'll go to London with me.

You'll become a great lady.

You promise to take Lokawa?

- You promise?
- Of course, my sweet.

Now I'm going to have
a look around the town.

- Lokawa go too.
- No. You stay here.

Welcome.

I never thought I should find you
in a French settlement, Welcome.

In fact, I was wondering when
our paths would ever cross again.

- Get out.
- Not yet, my dear.

I have to first determine if I shall
tell Brasseau who you are.

- Now perhaps we should talk.
- And if I don't choose to talk?

It makes no difference.

But it really seems preposterous

that the haughty
delicate Welcome Alison

should be a, heh,
most objectional word, spy.

Will you go now?

Angry because I didn't
wait at Fort Blaine for you?

So that you could tell me
how low I'd sunk.

But you see
how wrong you'd have been.

I really did quite well.
My wife is a princess.

I don't care to hear about it.

Well, I must admit

that both you and London

have never quite lost
that fascination for me.

I expect to have
considerable gold shortly.

We could go back to
England together you and I.

Clint, if I could, I'd kill you.

Brasseau said that you were
brought here by Pathfinder.

You know one little word and you
both die before a firing squad.

However I see no need
for such harsh measures,

I could be induced to keep
your secret quite intact.

I'd be quiet if I were you,
my dear.

Clint, in heaven's name.

One word of this,
and I go to Brasseau.

Come in.

Uh, Pathfinder
this is Captain Bradford.

Captain Bradford.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night, sir.
Mademoiselle Dessoir.

We can't stay here.

Not with him around.

He won't say anything.

You seem very sure.

He still wants me, Pathfinder.

And you, ma'am?

We have a duty
to Colonel Duncannon

and to the Mohicans.

I'm not forgetting our duty.

Since you seem to have so much
influence with Captain Bradford,

maybe you could find
a way to stop

the Tuscaroras from signing
a treaty with the French.

Please believe me,
I don't love Clint.

We stopped the supply train
at Wenatchee.

You don't believe me.

As you said, ma'am,
we've other things to worry about.

When the supplies
don't reach here,

Brasseau will draw troops and supplies
from the other ports to strengthen this garrison.

Duncannon has got to have
our information

so he can attack
before that happens.

I tried to get it
this afternoon,

all I could find out
was that Brasseau

may have the plans
of the defenses in his quarters.

No matter what happens,

don't go near the Mingo camp
tomorrow night.

But what can happen?

The less you know the less
trouble Bradford can get you into.

Pathfinder.

Much thought in here.

Yeah, much thought.

You worry about
Mingo camp tonight?

We talked about living
like white man wants.

We were wrong.
It's no good for us.

This is where we belong.

Squaw trouble.

We've enough now.

Squaw much trouble but better
than horse to do work.

Not have to shoot
when break leg.

We'll wait till
they start eating.

Gun powder.

- What do you want here?
- I must talk with you, Lokawa.

Come.

Well, what do you want here?

Lokawa, your husband
came to my cabin last night.

Lokawa see.

I don't want it to happen again.

And I think it's best
that you know how I feel.

How I know you tell truth?

I'm in love
with another man, Lokawa.

Is that answer enough?

Not good ending
squaw love white man.

You should've kept him
in your village.

He say he make much
gold from French,

take me to white man city.

But many of my people be killed.

If the Tuscaroras
join the French?

He make my father
take up hatchet against English.

Has the treaty been signed yet?

My husband not sign
until colonel pay gold.

But your father's chief.

He could keep
your people neutral

and then they wouldn't
be killed.

My father once strong chief.

But now I don't know.

He could be strong again.

Maybe he listen to me.

You go now.

What are you doing here?

Why, Clint, I thought
you'd be glad to see me.

You were last night.

Get out.

She loves you, Clint.

What did she want?

Can't talk?

Red pig.

- Be careful.
- If die, take plenty Mingos.

It's that new guy, Pathfinder.

Open the gate.

- Bomb sounds good, huh.
- Very good.

What is it?
What's happening?

It might be
the Delaware attack, sir.

- But those sounded like cannon.
- They're English cannon maybe.

Close to the Mingo camp,
from the sound of it.

Chingachgook.

His whole plan of defense,

everything is here.

Get it to Duncannon,
tell him to attack as fast as possible.

Wait! This way.

Don't.

Drop it.

Now outside.

Summon Colonel Brasseau at once.

When I came in
the drawers were all open

and the papers
were scattered about.

And some very important papers
are missing from my desk, monsieur.

You've had us both searched.

The Indian who brought logs
into the Mingo camp

was undoubtedly
your confederate.

I must surmise that he escaped
with the plans.

I have no alternative...

you both came here as spies

you will dies as spies.

- The lady had not--
- Monsieur.

It is against my very character
to destroy anything beautiful...

but my country comes first,
mademoiselle.

Sergeant,

Miss Dessoir will be held
in her quarters on the guard.

Take him to the guard house.

You have until dawn to make
peace with your savior.

I'm sorry.

I'm such a lazy creature,
Pathfinder.

I shall hate rising at dawn.

It would help
if you can sleep, mademoiselle.

Could you, sergeant?

Ah, monsieur.

Sometimes it is no good
to think too much.

Or perhaps you think the lady,

she is looking
at the stars also.

Funny, now I can think
of all those things

I should've said to her.

Reckon it would've
made us both feel better.

What time is it?

Almost 4:00.

'Bout two hours.

Squad, halt.

Firing squad is ready sir.

Forward turn!

What are your orders, sir?

Pathfinder and Welcome
are still in the town.

Pathfinder say you attack.

When I signal, fire a barrage.

the troops will charge
simultaneously.

Yes, sir.

Squad, halt.

Charge.

Notify the Captain Valmy to take
all the women and children aboard the ship.

He's to weigh anchor
and escape to Fort de Coteau.

- Yes, sir.
- Wait.

Get the British girl aship too.

We'll deal with her later.

Come along, come along.

Get back there.

I was ordered to deliver
this prisoner to you, captain.

I know about her. I'll take
charge of the prisoner.

Yes, sir.

Monsieur,
no one is permitted to board

except women and children.

Can't you see the British
on the streets of the town?

As an Englishman, you seem to be
afraid of the English.

Get off this ship!

Get back there.

We're getting out of here.
Weigh anchor.

Get underway, I said.

See you still have your hair.

We've won, Pathfinder,
the battle is over.

Reckon there's one fight
not over yet, colonel.

Care to settle it now, ma'am?

Reckon so, if we can
do it in private.

Good.

Yes. Much better
than horse.