FIRE WATER.
He stands with hand on latch, ruminating. A picture of Home rises before him-his old Squaw sitting wistfully in wigwam, grasping old hatchet. He at once enters.
TOOTSIE WOOTSIE,
the saloon-keeper’s daughter, comes into saloon: golden hair down to waist, and riding costume. She rushes to Roaring Pete. Roaring Pete rushes to her. Enter Medicine Man, who gets embraced between them. Loud curses. Much gun-play. Exit Medicine Man. Counter, chairs, tables, bottles, hats, boots, and curses, follow him. Boot hits him in rear. He bolts with boot. He swears revenge.
Young Chief’s speech
SEEING RED
Indian Encampment. Medicine Man beating drum. Galloping ponies, firing Winchesters and automatics. Ring of stern faces. Background, ring of roses. Medicine Man harangues; shows boot; shows mark where it hit him. Excited execrations. Young chief advances, obviously saying “Wow!” Desperate attention secured at this unusual beginning. He outlines his plan—a night raid to capture Paleface Squaw. Before he finishes, Indians dash for ponies and gallop into the night.
TOOTSIE WOOTSIE
discovered undressing. She removes her blouse. She removes her riding sk—