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Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
Well, boys, here's where Rufe and I leave you.
Frog Millhouse:
Aren't you goin' to San Antone with us?
Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
Nope. We're ridin' to Fort Adobe. I've been made a lieutenant in the United State cavalry.
Frog Millhouse:
What did they make out of you, Rufe?
Rufe Jones:
They made me plain sick to talkin' about Texas bein' better off without us rangers and givin' our jobs to the United States cavalry.
Frog Millhouse:
Well, hey, wait a minute! We've been discharged from the rangers. Why can't we be cavalrymen?
Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
Well, why not?
Little Wolf:
Black horses beat white horses.
Rufe Jones:
You'll full of loco weed, Indian.
Little Wolf:
Little Wolf know.
Rufe Jones:
You do, huh?
[Rufe pats Frog on the shoulder]
Rufe Jones:
Bet his scalp against a pair of moccasins he beats the black horses.
Little Wolf:
Me takem bet.
Frog Millhouse:
Well, hey, what do I get out of this?
Rufe Jones:
You get to keep your hair if you win.
Rufe Jones:
Lieutenant, when you see Indians be careful - and when you don't see Indians, be more careful.
Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
I think you're walking into a trap.
Lt. Bob Cameron:
That's my responsibility, Autry.
Rufe Jones:
Sure, but we're with you!
Col. Summerall:
What have you to say for yourself, Autry?
Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
I'm positive the Indians were trying to draw us into an ambush. I only shot to prevent the one with the mirror from giving the signal.
Col. Summerall:
Did anyone see the Indians in ambush?
Lt. Bob Cameron:
No, sir.
Rufe Jones:
Didn't have to see 'em, Colonel. Indians don't carry mirrors to see how pretty they are.
[Frog, Rufe and the former rangers stage a barroom brawl to get kicked out of the cavalry]
Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
You make a fine set of renegades.
Rufe Jones:
We feel as bad about it as you do, but there's no use crying over spilt whiskey.
Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
Goodbye, Colonel, and remember this - make your peace signals with one hand, and keep your rifles ready in the other.
Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
Just saddle our horses and trot 'em by in front of the guard house.
Frog Millhouse:
Horses?
Rufe Jones:
Yeah, horses. You know, the things you fall off of.
[as Autry predicted, the Commanches attack the supply train]
Rufe Jones:
What do you think of your treaty now, Colonel?
Col. Summerall:
You were right, Autry, but remember you're still under sentence to be shot!
Texas Ranger Gene Autry:
Looks like we may be shot without sentence.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
