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Straight Arrow 49-03-24 (060) Land of Our Fathers (aka Uprising)
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Straight Arrow 49-03-24 (060) Land of Our Fathers (aka Uprising)
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To friends and neighbors alike, Steve Adams appeared to be nothing more than the young owner of the broken volcano spread. But when danger threatened innocent people and when evildoers plotted against justice, then Steve Adams, rancher, disappeared. And in his place came a mysterious, stalwart Indian wearing the dress and war paint of a Comanche riding the great golden Palomino fury, galloping out of the darkness to take up the cause of law and order throughout the west comes the legendary figure of Straight Arrow. With the westward expansion of the United States came many settlers who were good people and learned to live in peace with the Indians of the prairie country. But as more and more covered wagons rolled along the trails, the search for land grew feverish. And there were some who turned evil eyes on the land where stood the teepees and the council fires of the Comanche. Look at this, Spur. Plenty of land for us to grab off. Yeah, good land, too. We can sell it for plenty to folks coming west. Only it's engine land, Marty. Well, if it is, we'll grab it off right under their noses. How? We ain't strong enough to fight all them red men. We ain't, Spur. But supposing all the settlers around here started in to fight. Fight the engines? Well, they won't. They're peaceful. Yeah, but they won't be long. I got a scheme, Spur. A scheme that's going to bust this engine territory wide open. Come on. A few nights later, Monty and Spur gathered with a group of desperados in a tangle of brush not far from the homes of several settlers. All right, all right, all of you. Stop jabbing and listen. Now sweep down on them houses and put them to the torch. Steal the horses, scatter the cattle. Just make sure of one thing. What's that, Marty? I want them settlers to put the blame right on the Injuns, not on us. That's why I had you all decked out in war paint and deer skin. There's one thing we ain't got, Marty. Them Comanches all wear red feather headbands. All right, all right. We can't get them headbands. Only the engines know where to get them eagle feathers. But it's dark, Sevyn. Nobody will notice. And here we go. And yell. Yell just like Commander Monty and his gang dressed as Indians made one night raid after another. Outlying settlers living near Comanche territory awoke night after night to hear the thunder of hoofs, the hiss of arrows and the crash of rifle bullets. And the crackle of planes as raiding parties lash down their homes. Run. Bradley alive. Now, Paki. That just doesn't make sense. You and I know the Comanches are at peace. They have a treaty. They've never violate a treaty. Steve, I just now come from El Camino. The town's biling over. Folks say there's been four raiding parties in the past week alone. Can't believe it, Keno. I know, Steve. After all, you was born a Comanche yourself. But wait, you ain't heard the worst of it. Why, there's talk about taking that land away from them Comanches. What's that? Folks is roused up, Steve. They're calling a meeting. They've even got a big judge sent out special from Washington. You know El Camino, partner? Got there just last night. Federal judge, huh? Come on, partner. Let's head for El Camino. I aim to have words with that judge. Judge. Judge Prentice was just having breakfast in the El Camino Cafe when Steve Adams and Paki located him. Steve got down to business immediately. That's right. Judge Prentice, my handles Adams. Steve Adams, owner of the Broken bowl cattle spray. And I miss Shade. Chief Packy. Sit down and join me, gentlemen. If you don't mind, Judge, I'd rather stick to talk. Judge. The Comanches are innocent, huh? I'm certain all this talk about Indian raids is just mister. So you figure them red skins ain't harm folks none. Do you hear that, Spur? Yeah, Marty. We were having a private confab with Judge Prentiss. You weren't asked to horn in. We're doing it on our own hook then, stranger. And what you're trying to see is a dead flamed lie. Why, you dead blame buzzard you can't call Steve Adams. I'll handle this. But Steve. Gentlemen, gentlemen. I didn't come here to witness gunplay. I came to solve a difficult problem. Yeah, Judge. And it was me and Spur here sent for you. Well, now, that's mighty interesting. I suppose it was your place that was raided. No, not exactly. Or the Spurgents maybe? Well, no, not me neither. Just what is your stake then? You wouldn't be land agents now, would you? Suppose we are just wondering, mister, if that land is taken away from the Comanches and thrown open to settlers. You can make plenty of cash selling it. No. Lookit here. I've taken enough left. Unit. One moment please. Mr. Adams. Yes, Judge. As representative of the law, I take no sides. I'm here to learn for myself who is right. But I tell you this. There have been Indian raids already. Many of them. I've already spoken to dozens of settlers whose homes have been leveled to the ground. Whose cattle and horses have been scattered to the winds. Adams, I'm very much afraid that the Comanches must be punished. Yeah. They burned out my. I come to speak to my white brother. Sticky my cactus. It's a red man. Come at ye. Walking right in here, bold as brass. I am White Cloud of the Comanche. Word has come that we violated our pledge of peace. This is not so. We keep the peace. Peace. Lion. White Cloud does not lie. I swear. The sneak and buzzard grabbing gents. Free em. Out. Gentlemen. Gentlemen, stand back. Holly, you stand back. Get out of the way, Adams. Get out of the way. Adam. The next man that goes for his gun like Monty will be mighty sorry. Fight Cloud, back out the door. I am not afraid. Do as I say. Packing me will come along with you. Now. Don't move, anybody. All of you stand still. I got the door, Steve. All right, out. Run for the horses. Go back to your people, White Cloud. These settlers are madder than hornets. My people have not broken the peace. Fight Cloud. This is no time for making talk. Bam. Very well. I go. But this I tell to you. We will not give up our land. We will never give up our land. Into the saddle. We can't argue with a partner. Into the saddle and ride. See, we got to do something. If the command. She's been break the peace. Who did? That's what we got to find out. There's just one way to do it. Follow me, partner. We're heading for Sundown Valley in the cave of Straight Arrow. A mysterious valley. A hidden cave known only to Steve Adamson Packie. Its walls glitter with gold. And in the cave stands the great golden Palomino Fury. See there, Fury. Now out of these clothes. A Comanche bow and arrows hang on the wall. There is Comanche war paint, Comanche garb. In a moment, Steve Adams, rancher, is gone. And in his place, Steady Fury. It is I, Sweet Arrow. A matter of hoops in the back of the cave. An Indian war hoo step rings glittering rock out into the open gallops of the great golden Tamino Fury. And riding bareback pad and Indian guard from head to toe. Great Arrow on the trail of justice. Howie, my friend, my good feed, we go to the council fire of the Comanches. Yes, sir. Pat. After leaving El Camino, White Cloud had galloped back to the Comanche village and called a council of Indian braves. He told them what had taken place. And as he finished, the faces of his fellow warriors grew fierce and troubled. No. They will never take our land. Never. Is that not so, warriors of the Comanche? We will fight to keep our land. We cannot fight. We have smoked the pipe of peace. It is not we who break the peace. It will be they. Let the peace pipe be broken and cast to the four winds. This is our land. The land of our fathers we shall love. Kohei. Look, my brothers. A Comanche in war paint. A bow and arrow that's glitter with gold. And he wears the red by the headband. It is Straight Arrow. H ho to the ho ho the honey. How Straight Arrow. Straight Arrow, we have heard of you. And now you come. When my brothers, the Comanche are in danger. Straight Arrow shall always come. Even so, Straight Arrow, much danger. This flag already. I know of this, White Cloud. You know. Brothers of the Red Feather headband, listen to me. Let your war paint stay in the tepee. Let not the war cry be heard on your lips. Straight Arrow. What shall we do then? Take down our tepees? Bury our council fires? Shall we move our squaws, our children from this, our land? No, no. White Cloud. Do you not trust Straight Arrow? Yes, but. Then do as I say. It is not you who raid the homes of the settlers. Who then strayed Arrow. Who has done this? I do not yet know. But the judge who comes from Washington, from the home of the great white father will not decide for a few more days. And before then, I shall find out. Oh, brothers of the Red Feather headband. I shall find out. Manitoua. Sweeping out of the Indian village, the red man rejoined Packy, who had been waiting out on the ferry. A signal from Straight Arrow and The two men rode on into the dust. But that night in El Camino. Marty, we gotta do something. I tell you, I've been listening to that Judge Prentice. He's too blamed on it. I don't savvy spare what's ignorant. He still ain't confused. Convinced the Comanche's been pulling them rays, he plans to hold a regular hearing to ask the Comanche themselves to show up. What's that? Why, that'll bust our scheme wide open. Spur. We gotta do something that'll make that judge dead set against them Injuns heavy. Yeah, Marty, but what? Annie? Hey, he ain't staying in town, is he? No, he ain't. He's gone over to Carson's ranch. He's staying there the rest of the week. Carson's place, huh? Spur, there's one way to make up Judge Ques's mind. Suppose, just suppose that Engines was to raid Carson's place right while he was there. Engines? You mean us Mty? Yes, I mean us. Round up the gang, Spur. We got to figure this out. Pr. Did you ever see the equal of Spur and Monty for pure meanness? They're so set on stirring up redskin trouble and putting the blame on White Cloud's tribe that they'll even raid the ranch where Judge Predis is staying. The setup calls for Straight Arrow and quick. Just as a really good breakfast calls for Nabisco Shredded Wheat, the tempting whole grain cereal that seems to be just everybody's favorite. You just try some, and when you taste that golden Whole wheat flavor, you'll be sold on Nabisco Shredded Wheat from then on. And that'll be fine and dandy because Nabisco threaded wheat is yours for good health. A helpful energy giving cereal that's bound to give you a good morning start. Have Nabisco Shredded Wheat. The original shredded wheat. Tomorrow, Mu and Spur, two unscrupulous land grabbers, take a series of Indian raids on outlying settlers in order to have a federal judge take land away from the Comanche and open it for settlement. But Straight Arrow, certain that the Comanche are keeping the peace, takes up the chase. Knowing the federal judge to be an honest man who will countenance no wrongdoing, the red man prevails on White Cloud's tribe to leave matters in his hands. And that night, after traveling from the Indian village, he and his partner Paki arrive in the town of El Camino. Streets are plenty deserted, Schrader. Yes, but look there, Paki. The hitching rail in front of the cafe. I don't notice nothing out of line. So many horses, my friend. And look now. Yet another one stops before the cafe. Well, why shouldn't they be there if they're going into the cafe? The cafe is dark, huh? No light shines from the window. By practice and show, it's closed up tighter in the grunt. Watch. That writer has dismounted. Does he enter the cafe? Why, no. No, he ain't. He's heading up the outside stairs to the balcony. Watch him while hog tang me for a blister. Kino straight Eden. He went into a room up there. A lighted room. Yes. And for a moment, when the door was open, I saw many others already inside. And speaking to them was Monty. Monty? When you and I were in El Camino this morning, you do not recall Marty by cactus. Now I do. Yeah. He's one of them there ram grabbers. He and another called Spur. My grab. Tino Monty and Spur Hay. Others can go up on that balcony also to listen and hear while these batmen talk. Curie under the bell. Fury and paint. In the shadow of the cafe balcony, Straight Arrow led the way up the worn wooden stairs and toward the door through which came the murmur of voices softly packing. If they hear us, I'll be careful. Closer now. Quickly, Red man and white moved across the balcony. Lamplight gleamed through the cracks of a closed door. And soon they could hear Monty's voice. All right, we'll put on a good act for that jet furnish so clearly alerted it to mention and Colorado Idol. What are you doing now, honey? What's wrong? Right now we'll head out of town. What was that? Hey, screener, My gun. It bumped up against the door. Perhaps they will pay no heed to it. Who's out there? Who is? Quickly. Over the rail again. What happened? I don't know. Something hit me out of the. There ain't nobody out here now. There was a T. There must have been that. Hey, there they go. Straight up head. The horse is right under the balcony. Slug me and jump. Well, we'll get him. Never mind, dad. Don't be loco. And we sled. They're gone. Slanted around the corner. Who was they, Marty? How much did they hear? I don't know, and we ain't waiting to find out. Chevy. We're hitting the trail. Fronto or Carson's place. Yeah, to stage our engine raid. And the faster we get there, the better. Come on, gents, get to your horses. Meanwhile, Straight Arrow galloped Fury full tilt around behind the El Camino general store. There he halted and While his partner Pappy gaped in amazement, the red man vanished into the dark store to reappear in a moment with a heavy sack slung over one strong shoulder. What? In time, Ace. Ms. Crater. What's wrong here, Pecky on your horse. Paint behind his saddle do not prove Paint. No, I tie it on firmly. Well, I don't shav it. What in blazers do we want with that? It's them polecats of Montis and spurs that we're going after. Why, they. Hey, hey. There they go now. High chilling out of town. Heady fury. After them, Packy. But we don't even know where they're heading. They will stop for a while to get into Indian dress. You must trail them while I go to the Comanche village. You mean you're getting White Cloud? White Cloud and his braves? When Monty and his men stage that raid, Judge Pettis shall see the difference between real Indians and false. Pino. I'll trail after Monty right enough. But how in blazes will you find? I shall find you. But Straight Arrow. Please go on. It's dark, plum dark even with the moon. How's he going to pick up my trail? But he said I should tag after Marty no matter what. Keno, then. Come on, Paint horse. Wherever them ornery coyotes are hitting, we're going after them. Get up there. The moon laid a silver blanket over the wigwams and teepees of the Indian village as straight arrows Great horse fury flashed over the dark ferry and down among the tethered horses in the buffalo hide lodgings. But the village dogs raised the alarm. And in a few short seconds every brave in the village was clustered around the giant Alamino and his famous writer. It is Straight Arrow. Straight harrow. What is it? Why have you come thus? By moonrise, White Cloud, all of you listen. I have found who it is that plots against the Comanche. There are evil men who scheme to take your land. Will you ride with me to trap them? Then to your wigwams. Don your war paint. Take down your bows and arrows. Your shields made from the hide of the great buffalo. Take your fastest war ponies. Quickly the Comanches sped to their lodgings. War paint daubed each face. Foes were stripped of their deerskin sheath. Arrows filled every quiver. And in a few moments, Straight Arrow was surrounded by 50 eager Comanche mounted on painted ponies. We are reduced to Carol Hood. You all wear the red heather headband. The march of the Comanche. S. One moment. Yes, White Cloud? These evil men who pretend they are us, where shall we find Them I do not yet know. You do not know? But it is dark. How can you find them? White Cloud, put your trust in me. We shall pick up the trail somewhere near El Camino. But such a trail, can it be followed quickly? We shall follow it quickly. But now there is much ground to cover. After me, a jury up from the Indian village streamed the Comanches. Moonlight glittering on the black braided hair, gleaming off the copper skins and polished clothes shining on the spotted ponies. Faster and faster they swept across the ferry toward El Camino. And at their head, his golden coats shimmering in the pale moonlight, the quaint Palomino fury. World fury. Well, here we be, Marty. Yonder's Carson's place. Yeah, get a lamp out on the porch, too. It looks like the Judge and Carson sitting there. Gather around, gents. All of it. Come on, boy. Now remember, you ain't white men, savvy? You're all injured. Sure, Marty. Didn't we stop to get all dressed up this way? Yeah, War paint Hose narrows. It'll work. And remember this, gents. You can pull trigger if you want to. Make certain you shoot in the air. We gotta keep that Judge Prentice alive, savvy? Make a big ruckus like Injuns, yell and gallop your ponies, but that's all. Savvy? All set then, Marty. What do we do first? The corral, gents. It's just far enough from that porch that Prentice can make us out and think we're engines. Just far enough. Come on now. Walk your horses until I give the word. Then in we go and yell like blazers. Cautiously, the Batman moved forward through the cottonwoods toward the Carson corral. As they drew near, Monty raised his hand, ready to send his men forward like an Indian waving party. But before he could give the signal, an arrow came hissing out of the darkness behind them. A golden arrow. And out of no place charging down on the surprised outlaws came a tide of painted finances with Straight Arrow leading the way. What injured everyone at the sound of battle? Judas. Cause of reach to their feet. And here now shot the wound. That's married. They could make out horses and men tangled together. But who was friend and who was Paul? They could not tell. Not until all the bad men were captured and Straight Arrow and the Comanches led them in silence up to the fort and stopped. They're Indians, all of them. No, Judge Prentice, not all these men whose arms are tied and bound, they are not Indians. They are outlaws. That ain't sure we ain't. That was ancient thing to do. Now the Judge hasn't spotted for sure. I have indeed. Oh, so this is what has been happening, eh? It was not the Comanche who are raiding innocent settlers. No, Judge, plenty. It was these Batman. They hope to get the Indian land for themselves to sell. Never. Never, red man, I assure you that land belongs to the command sheet and it shall belong to them. Quite proud. Do you and your braves hear? We hear, Straight Arrow. We hear. And we are grateful to our brother who rides the Golden Calamino. Oh, ho there. Painful? Straight hair of my cactus. You done it. I was watching from the cottonwoods. But how was that? How was I able to pick up your trail? Yeah. Look behind you, Packy. Behind me. Well, I'll be a rough. A trail of white stretching behind my horse. White Flower, my friend, that sack I put on paint was full of flour. I cut it open before I left you in the moonlight. It was easy to follow. Judge Prentice. Yes, Fay? Donald. These men shall go to jail. They shall indeed, red man. They certainly shall. But do you know, even now I have difficulty in telling you. Real Indians. Some men look for the red tether, Judge. Huh? The red tether. The mark of the Comanche. The red tether headband. Others may use war paint, bows and arrows to pretend they are Comanche. But only the Comanche himself. Honest, fearless and loyal to the land of his fathers. Only he wears the red feather headband of the Koni. This time of day, most of you Straight Arrow fans have pulled up range. All set to take it easy for a while. But tomorrow morning you'll be at it again bright and early. So don't forget to have some Nabisco Shredded Wheat before you start out. Nabisco Shredded Wheat has what it takes to make you feel really ship shape, so it's crisp whole wheat biscuit. Give you energy plus to help keep you going for hours and you won't be feeling hungry way before lunchtime. For Nabisco, Shredded Wheat is the kind of breakfast food that stays with you clear through to the next meal. Hot or cold, plain or piled with fruit. Nisco Shredded Wheat makes the best breakfast ever. Tell mother you'd like a big bowl full every day starting tomorrow. More thrilling adventures of the Old West. Ride with Straight Arrow and remember, N A B I S C O. Nabisco is the name to know for a breakfast. You can't beat Ryan if it's old Credit Wheat.