Until They Get Me
Triangle Film Corporation
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C · H · WALES
Late in the afternoon of the 7th of September, 1885, in Alberta, Canada, a man in desperate need of a horse—
- - - - JACK CURTIS
"I want to trade a winded horse for that piebald."
"My horse and this to boot. Speak up——I'm in a hurry!"
And thus, in an unsettled moment of harried nerves, the man became a fugitive to be hunted.
Richard Selwyn: in the first days of his service with the Royal Northwest Mounted Police.
- - - JOE KING -
An outpost of civilization.
The end of hard-fought miles.
"My wife——is she all right?"
"Your wife, she's——"
"This is too bad!"
"She's dead in there, and I'm asking one favor. Let me say good-bye to her alone."
"I'll return to this room in five minutes."
"Me take um li'l ride!"
"Be good to him, Toopani! I'll come back a year from to-day."
Superintendent Draper: of Selwyn's post.
- - WILBUR HIGBEE -
"I blundered. I trusted him either too much or too little. The squaw says he kept his word."
"You blundered. We of the Service sometimes do that. But———
"—we always get our man however long it takes!"
A ranch in Northern Montana, near the Canadian border. The 6th of September, one year later.
Margy: who is given a home for wages.
"—and then you iron them sheets and dust the settin' room and do your churnin' and black the stove and—"
"And you keep your darn snoot out o'my guinea pigs or I'll———I'll cut your hair off!"
Alone at last. A long-awaited opportunity.
Now a fugitive from the co-operating American authorities.
you dont need any hired girl. you need a coupel of men and a winmill. I am leaving I dont know where for but I hope it wont be with a thin ⟨⟩ again.
"Well, I'll be—"
"It's a case of riding double if you want to go."
"No, no! I'm running away too!"
"Ride that way to the mounted police post. They'll take care of you."
"You'll have to go alone, because I'm in trouble."
Picking up the trail again.
"And so I ran away. But every year, until they get me, I'm going back on the seventh of September to see my little kid."
"I've told you this so that maybe you won't tell them you saw me."
A year's unsuccessful search brings no thought of failure.
"I've run away from workin' for Mrs. Adams. I'd sooner live with a screech owl!"
"He gave us the slip at Remsen last night. Follered him to the Adams' ranch and he ducked with this kid. We suspect him bein' Kirby."
"He's a doggone liar!"
"That was a friend of mine seein' me safe past the quicksand at Elk Creek. There was only one horse left at the ranch———"
"——and now you can take him back there and look for the man you lost."
"How came that blood on you?"
"That's from eating"
"But I can't take you into the post dressed like that."
The division post of the R.N.W.M.P.
... WALTER PERRY.
"Have ye brought home a bride, Selwyn———Or a woodtick?"
"She rather convincingly denies it all, but the sheriff says he saw Kirby riding with her."
"Oh! I'm glad you're a plump one! I can work for you like anything."
The end of a cross-examination that elicits nothing.
"Well, why not?"
And so came the great turn in Margy's life. She asked for nothing, but they clothed her, taught her, and in time tempered the harsh routine of their lives to the prevailing warmth of Margy's presence.
"I'm off to school."
"The dominie's after givin' her the blessin's av an eddycation. Meself, I'd ruther be after saddlin' a kickin' colt."
"An hour with your pen would be a fitting lesson this morning. You read sublimely, you parse superbly, but your writing, my dear, leaves much to the imagination."
An hour later.
"There's only the one mark against your record, Selwyn. I know you're doing everything you can to erase that. Some day you will succeed."
"Ain't she the breath o' Heaven in this har-r-rd life av a policeman!"
And after four years Margy and the authorities at Ottawa govern the post about equally.
"I tell ye she must have come av good folk! Did ye get th' proud bearin' av her?"
The gala event of their year.
The great moment when the daughter of the post left girlhood behind her and crossed the verge of womanhood.
The Queen's Toast.
"To the breath o'Heaven!"
Summer, with its play-day now and then.
"We must be starting back."
"Did ye git yer nerve up to ask her somethin' today, mebbe?"
"If ye want to win the girl ye must bully her a bit!"
"I learned women in the har-r-rd school av experience. I was married twice and by the grace o' fortune escaped three others!"
"They like to be shook by the strength av a man. Go to it, me son! Let her feel the power av ye!"
"There is a thing I have yet to do before I ask anything of a man or woman!"
"I am going away again tonight. There is something I would ask you if I could. When I return this time maybe—————"
"I think you know what I would say—————"
"I know. Ask it when you will. I shall be here waiting."
"Why that's the man I ran away with. He goes every year to———"
"And this is the sixth of September!"
"You would take advantage of my broken promise? You would take the man that way?"
"Though it means losing my life. Though it means losing you, I must do this thing."
"We of this service are sworn to pry, search, follow and take, and whatever cost of happiness."
"There stands our honor, beyond which we may not think nor feel until that first be served."
True to the traditions of his service.
"We both fail. There is no one to warn, there is no one to take. The place is deserted. Kirby has been here and has left."
"I can safely return alone. You forget your duty——to follow and take another."
"Take me in. I thought to find you at the post. I'm done. You've wore me out."
—we always get out man however long it takes!"
"I made a blunder in the beginning, and he is a bungled sort of an end of it. I beg to resign, Sir."
"Here are certain notes of mine, with affidavits, which may establish for you a plea of self defense."
"I wish that I might have taken you fairly in action, but that does not matter now."
"Well, you've come back——— and——"