The villagers in Jamestown were excited and gathered around the seashore as a man on the look out called out: "Ship ahoy! Ship's coming!"

In the shadows, several Indians were hiding among the trees, but they were not from Cassandra's tribe. They watched as Cassandra ran past them.

While the villagers watched with anticipation, Cassandra ran down from the hill and joined the crowd.

Eugene was there and stood beside Cassandra.

"What's going on?" whispered Cassandra.

"Beats me" Eugene whispered back.

Muttley whined until Eugene picked him up.

"Oh, boy, you're getting heavy, Muttley" groaned the young settler.

Soon, soldiers placed a gangplank on the doc and saluted with respect.

The villagers gasped as an anthropomorphic Knox rode on a handmade propeller which he called a self-flyer, which made him hover over the gangplank but almost lost control for he was worried it would explode.

"Whoa!"

Cassandra cocked an eyebrow at this stranger. He was furry and... very good looking.

Eugene was surprised. He's never seen someone like this guy before.

The hiding Indians whispered with curiosity and suspicion.

As the Knox flew across Jamestown, Muttley grew suspicious himself. To him, the Knox acted and smelled familiar.

"Easy, boy" cooed Cassandra.

But Muttley began to growl, alarming Snowball.

"Hey, what's wrong, shaggy dog?" Snowball asked aggressively. "I'll kick some bad guy butt! I'll tie 'em in a knot!"

While Snowball rambled on, he accidentally bumped into Cassandra, who was pushed rudely by Mr. Slate, a villager carrying a sack.

"Excuse me" Eugene scowled. "You just assaulted a brave hero of Jamestown and her people."

"Yeah!" Snowball chimed in.

"Filthy barbarian!" snapped Mr. Slate.

Cassandra ignored this, but Snowball pounced on Mr. Slate and started attacking him, causing the villager to lose the sack.

It broke, revealing a bag full of biscuits!

Muttley gasped in awe and started chomp down the food.

The Knox tried to stay clear from Muttley, but his self-flyer started to lose control, frightening the crowd.

"Whoa, whoa! Steady yourself, Guy" the Knox said to himself. "Yeah, that's it."

But as soon as he was able to control his machine, Snowball was thrown off Mr. Slate and knocked Guy-Am-I out of his self flyer.

Everyone panicked as Eugene hollered out "Runaway invention!"

The self flyer was about to run over Mr. Slate when Cassandra immediately pushed him out of the way.

"Filthy savage!" Mr. Slate complained.

This made the Indians angry and were about to charge into the village.

Guns and bows and arrows were armed at each other. Cassandra tried to stop the tension.

"No, wait!" she cried. "Wait!"

No one lowered their weapons until a voice called out.

"Stand down!"

It was Guy!

Weapons were lowered and all was peaceful again.

Cassandra was annoyed, then Guy placed a hand on her shoulder.

"It's all right now" he said with a smile. "I've taken care of it."

Eugene backed away as Cassandra slapped the knox's hand away.

"The settlers need to know they can trust us to do the right thing" she snapped. "You should not have interfered."

Guy was confused.

"I beg your pardon?" he asked.

"All right. You have it" smirked Cassandra.

Muttley snickered at the remark as the two continued to argue.

"Look, madame, I was trying to help."

"But I did not ask for your help."

"Well, you didn't say "thank you" either. Whatever happened to manners and etiquette? Huh?"

"Well, since you are new here I don't expect you to have them yet."

Cassandra walked away with her nose in the air.

"Ugh, women!" grumbled Guy.

Snowball hopped away, yelling out "See ya!"

Eugene petted Muttley's head and fed him a biscuit.

Guy walked passed them when he heard two women, Wilma Flintstone and Betty Rubble, the wives of Fred and Barney. They were talking softly for no one to hear.

"Oh, Wilma, I fear the Indians may wage war." cried Betty.

"Now, now, Betty, Cassandra would never allow that" Wilma replied.

As they walked away, Guy frowned upon hearing the name and turned to Eugene.

"You Eugene Fitzherbert?" he asked.

"Yeah, that's me" answered Eugene.

"Guy Am I, diplomat in service to King George Jetson. Dick Dastardly was an... old friend of mine. I have been sent to fetch the Chief of the Indians."

Muttley snarled angrily, making the knox cringe uncomfortably.

Eugene was a little concerned.

"I-I-I wouldn't do that" he warned. "He doesn't like people hostile to his people."

"Oh, no, no, it's not like that" Guy said. "It's just to negotiate in order to prevent a war between the natives and the English."

"Well, then... You've got to talk with Cassandra, the woman you fought with."

"HER?!"

Eugene nodded slowly.

Guy huffed, then adjusted himself.

"I suppose I have no choice" he grumbled. "It's time I meet with the Chief and Cassandra."

He marched through the snow, unknowingly followed by Muttley, who growled softly.

TO BE CONTINUED...