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Lightning Jim Whipple (1:48)

It. And now for the thrilling adventures of Lightning Jim. Marshall Moran reporting, Sheriff, to take your prisoner, the Danute Kid, back to federal prison, stand trial for robbing a. Well, I reckon I know what he's going back to stand trial for. Reckon everybody in the state knows the history of the Totem Bandits. There ain't nothing they haven't done. Here's the papers authorizing the transfer. Well, whoever hung the moniker granted on you is a good judge of human nature. Say, don't you ever smile? I'm here to effect the transfer of a prisoner wanted by the federal government. Don't you even want to know anything about this prisoner? What do you mean, sheriff? Well, I'm plumb sorry we caught him. There ain't another member of that Owl Hooters gang who doesn't deserve to be hung seven times over and then boiled an owl for good measure. I'm in a hurry, Sheriff. There's a long ride ahead of me. What I'm trying to tell you is that this prisoner of mine's just a kid. Can't be a day more than 18. This must have been his first job. He ain't bad. You can tell that by looking at him. According to the information furnished the Attorney General, your prisoner was wounded at the time the totem band held up the Wells Fargo Express. That's right. Enough. Rest of the coyotes got away but this poor kid was left behind. Keep your sympathy to yourself. The age of the prisoner is no excuse for his offense under the law. Keep your law to yourself. Granted. Moran. Come on, if you want your prisoners all fired quick. Hello, Sheriff. Well, I guess there he is, Marshall. A dangerous looking criminal, lady. Yeah. Reckon you'll need any help getting him back to Austin? Oh, well, here's why I gotta change the scenery. You want to put the handcuffs on me, Marshall? Ah, there ain't no need of doing that, Marshall. His right arm shot bad. Well, I thought you was in a hurry to get started back. What you waiting for? Come on out, Chanute. If that's what you call yourself. Yeah, Chanute, that's me. It's a new kid. Well, saloon, sir? Thanks for everything. Gosh, you've been swallowing me. And I'm sorry about this, lad. Too bad you had to get in with the wrong outfit. Hurry up there. There's a long trail ahead of you and the government don't like to be kept waiting. But I don't understand, Mr. Attorney General. What happened to Granite Moran and his prisoner? If I knew that, I wouldn't have to send for you, Lightning. They just disappeared. Maybe you know where they disappeared from. We don't even know that Whitey Moran went to White Sulphur. The sheriff there turned the Chinook Kid over to him. The two left immediately. Horseback, of course, and they haven't been seen since. Naturally. You checked all the towns along the way? Sure. They weren't seen in any of them. You think maybe King Totem came back to rescue the Chanute Kid? Well, I can't figure King Totem putting his neck in danger for any of his men. But that might have happened. Granite Moran, A man they say is too hard to let even a diamond scratch him. No one like me. Well, not intimate. Nor his record, of course. Fifteen years he's worked as a marshal. Well, reckon it might make anybody sort of. Sort of? Well, sort of. I know what you're trying to say lightly, that Granite Moran doesn't have a heart. But he never gives a man a break. That all he lives by and for is the law. Letter by letter. However, that nobody never even seen him smiling. Maybe I don't approve of his utter heartlessness. But he's never fallen down on an assignment yet. And if anything's happened to him, it won't have been his fault. I reckon I understand you. If he's alive, he may be needing help. If he ain't alive, in that case the United States government will start Paying off its debt to Moran. The history of the United States marshals of the Old west is a thrilling one. They faced every danger, took every risk, incident to the performance of their duty, received small wages and were usually killed in service. But they were not forgotten. The United States government has not forgotten or will ever forget the debt which it owes to the men who so courageously enlisted for duty. And then there's now the murder of a government employee unleashed the hound of the law hounds which never gave up a scent, never stopped until the criminal was caught and punished to the full extent of the law. So Lightning Jim and Whitey ride back over the trail to White Sulphur, seeking for some trace, some faint clue which will enable them to find Granite Moran. United States marshals who mysteriously disappeared while bringing a prisoner back to stand trial at Austin. Like in active dressing are looking towards signs of a freshman. Yeah, not a face, Whitey. I'm dead level certain. Moran never got farther north on this man. Six feet tall, with a head of bushy white hair, one eyebrow wiped out by a bullet wound. He didn't notice. All right, that's almost the right sophomore. All. I mean, that's only about five miles from here. Over there. Look what's pinned on the front of his shirt. It's a monster. Yeah, it's a Marshall badge, all right. Come on over here, youngster. What do you. What do you want? I do nothing wrong. I. I good boy. I know you're a good boy. I want to ask you some questions, that's all. You don't want to hurt you. Yo. What a horse take a bayou. Never. Never have I ever seen such a horse so be being so bl. Well, thunder won't hurt. What's your name? Felipe. Felipe Van. Well, Felipe, where'd you get such a beautiful badge? I. I did no wrong. I did not steal. It was in the ground. It would get rusty. In the ground? In the ground. I got me St. Miranda spirit. You mustn't get. Well, Felipe. How'd you come to find it in the ground? Was you just digging around? No, I saw the man who put it there. There. He dig a hole and put a shiny something in and put his door back on top. When he go away, I wait a while. When he know come back, I dig it off. I see. When did you see the man bury this bag? Ah, I know that too. I went to church that day. It was then that I saw him eight weeks ago. But like he goes to be more endless. Like sor. Yeah, buddy. Reckon was the end of the trail for you. Right about here. Felipe. Senor. You sure there wasn't anything else buried at the same place? Not I look good. But this is the shining thing with all. Would you know the man again? The man who did the digging. He a tall man? He was. And straight. With white hair. All white. And one eyebrow was not there at all. Only a crooked scar. But lightning's ever given himself. I don't understand. Numerous. Why should Narandari a small? Don't know myself. Buddy. It don't make sense. You say you are? I'd like to buy that bag from you. How about $5? Cinco pesos. Would you tell Cinco pesos madre deos. I've never seen so much money. Is your seor. Is all your until. My head hurts, but I can't find an answer. Illegal Buddy. Moran buried his badge all right. Felipe described him from head to foot. No, but where was the police in the end? Why would Moran bury us more success. Well, reckon when we talk to the sheriff here in Vilta, we might know a little more about it. Look at those people in the street. Yeah, they run around like jackrabbits. Come on. There's sheriff over there. Sheriff, what's happened? Those gangs murdering Totem Babbitts stuck up the bank, killed the cashier and away before we knew what was up. We're just organizing a pont. God was a totem gang. Sure, I've seen pictures of all of them. King Totem wasn't in the bun. And they had a new fella. Description on him? No, no. You know what? He sure looked like Granite Moran. I just toured with him. Only it couldn't have been. You mean the new man in the band looked like Martha Moran? Yes. Fitting image of him. Build hair. Couldn't see his eyebrows. He had his hat pulled down. There's something funny around here. Yes. Look at this. And what is it? What's funny about it? I found it sticking up in the bank. And it hadn't been there before the hold up. Where'd you find it? On the back of the door there with a pin. It's just a train schedule timetable. It don't mean nothing. Let me see that. Oh, here it is. Weddy timetable for the Ozark, Texas railroad. Got pencil marks on it. Yeah. What you got? The new M. There's a circle drawn around the words Red Spring. And in the margin is written March 10th. Oh, that's tomorrow. You think that means something? Red Spring is a place where the train stops to take on water. Whitey about 25 miles from here. It be just about right for a train holder. But you don't know like me. I got a hunch, White. We're going to be on that O train tomorrow. And it stopped at Red Spring. Come on, Thunder. This may be just a wild idea, mind boys. But you railroad men were sure nice about joining me and Whitey. Me and Larry here was glad for the chance. Marshall, even me's been going around in circles trying to get some sack of these train robbers. Yeah, you've been going around the circus. Man, I think yesterday I ain't even stopped burning. At least even got myself a good brick. Reckon I ain't far ahead of you, Whitey. I still don't know where Moran fits into this picture. But I got a hunt yesterday. When I saw that railroad timetable, I felt it. Well, we're just about stopping. Careful now. Don't show yourself. Lay low with any cheating start. Give it to him. But I didn't want this moraine to be. You mean someone who looks like Moran? This may just be a trap wagon. We would soon know. Lord, you've a right night here. Don't be expecting nothing from a fake car. Now let him have it. Your hunch was right, Marshall. You saved this train all right. They sure left in a hurry, buddy. That was Moran. That was Moran. I tell you, his hat fell off just when he wheeled his horse to make his getaway. Grand. Ms. Moran riding with King taught him lightning that can people. But it was United States Marshal throwing his badge away. Riding with a bunch of skulking Gila monsters. Whitey Moran's disgrace in the savage. But Lightning, I tell you, Amanda has left her lightning. He hates the torque givers that he hates poison. Oh, I tell you, I can't think anymore. I'm all tossed out. There's some steel running like we found something. Marco. What is it, Marco? One dust for dead. All right. But I found this hat. And there's a map inside it. Yeah? Give it to me. Come here. Go on. Magic. Delightful. Get the map. All right. In Mexico, right across the river from White Sulta. Oh, I see. That's continent. Yes, that's the first town actually gets across the river. Yeah, but here, look at this temple. Now a circle drawn around this spot. What day? Ain't any tone there. That day ain't far from about 10 miles, I imagine. Look here. Whitey sent to write some sort of blurred but S U M T weddy. That's sentry centric. Yeah. This must be the hideout of the Totem Gang. Oh, Lightning, you do the thinking for me. My grain is short. Scrambled open. That timetable in the bank was on the level. Kicked us off to this train. Hold up. That's right. That's it. Well, I'm going to follow my hunter. This map tells us where King Totem hangs out. It's even got the spot mark where we've got to watch out for the man who guards the trail. What do you figure on doing, Mark? Why didn't you going over the river and follow this map, Larry. What? You two are going to tackle this dang all alone? Well, it may be a trap. You can't be sure. You can't go charging a sure nothing. I can't figure out what kind of a game Rand's playing, But I'm declaring myself in. Are you with me, Whitey? Lightning, I'll do anything, Go anyplace, do anything. Just as long as I don't have to figure nothing out. Actually, I'm watching Bill for brains versus I think I'm more of an accent type. What will be the outcome of Lightning Jims and Whitey's trip across the river Searching for the Totem bandits? And just what part is Granite Moran playing in this puzzle? Part two of the meadow gold roundup follows immediately it. And now for part two of the adventures of Lightning Gym. The following day, Lightning and Whitey have just dismounted from their horses about eight miles from Concha Negra. They go on from here on foot, Wrecking the sentry station about a mile from here. The maps are on the level. Well, like me, we can't be sure about that. No. We just got to take a chance. It's just about dark when we get there. If we can take them for surprise. Well, from there on, we'll have to let the plans make themselves. Come on. Let's get started. All right. Lighting. I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way. While in a ranch house about a mile and a half away, King Chotam and five of his bandits, including a man named Moran, are talking. They got about $4,000 out of the bank. Hold up. If that train job had worked out all right, we'd really have something to celebrate. King, can't you see they got nothing to celebrate tonight? I reckon he got plugged square through the head. You're right there, killer. And he was a good man. I wonder how them critters got tipped off. I could figure that out. There's been a sheep of King. There may be men on alter trains now. Maybe we better not include trains in our work for sometimes. Since when have you been making plans for this outfit, Max? Why? Me to no plant. But I offer the suggestion. I'll keep your trap shot into your ass. You're awful quiet tonight, Moran. Maybe you know something about that train affair. Me? What would I know? Reckon I came as near getting shot as you did, Steve. Well, I still aim to watch you, Moran. And don't forget that you did all right on a bank job. You did your part at Red Spring. But I'd still like to know a lot more about your joining up with us. I told you all that I just got tired working for the government. Walking into bullets and knives for a measly 50amonth. Decided I wanted some real money for a case. Oh, he's all right, King. We all had our eyes on him. But I don't see how he's gonna give nobody a tip off. Maybe not. I ain't accusing him. But, Marian. I'm listening. If I find out that you have been working against us, I'll kill you that very minute. You got that strike. Ain't but one way to get it, King. Yes? I stab you all right. Just. Sure you do. Sirly. Yeah, boss, what do you want? Better go out and relieve Al. You'll stand guard until morning. Red will take your place then. Well, I'm glad I'm. I ain't on for tonight. You're going to be in for a wedding, Sirly. You better take some tonic along. Take it. Get cold. I got the tonic right with me. Killer being so delicate. Like a taste of regular. A couple more bottles and get the card. Reckon we'll make a night of it. Lightning day sure is a beautiful night when a blue crust is full of water. I feel like I'm vegan. I tell you, I never saw so much water come down so quick. Yeah, this rain came up in a hurry, all right. Wait, buddy. Look right up yonder beside that big rock. Anything? Oh, I see lots of standing right up there then, Chuck. Good. Yeah. Well, from here on we got to call for hope. You don't care. You know that, Baby, my stonemaker is going to be hurt. Why is he going? For 2 cents, I'd go back and tell him to watch his own self. At least a fellow can have a drink. I'm having one right now. Him up now, quick. He's too worried at this point. Now all we have to do is get the rest of it. Including Moran. Got a lot of questions I want to ask that omry. I'm calling you what if I look through the widget Five one varmints asleep on the bunks in the corner. Other four playing cards. Great and plenty. All but Moran. Are you sure that's Miranda? Dead sure. Grand is mother Moran playing part of a king totem then that you're not the only one to do it. Only get him outside. It haven't even break that way walking in on him. Ain't going to be like this. I got no idea what is. They got the fire going in the fire there now. If I could get open the what up your mind Wedding then I could take him c to keep down the Sydney. It's that point of this fire truck is a swing attack. Yeah, I reckon some of them pole caps would come running north. Nothing wrong with your brain wedd if you could get up there without making any noise. Well, I can try. You better watch the door. You think there somebody comes out to me. Yeah. But soon as you drop them cartridges down the chimney, better slide off the roof. Things will start happening. I reckon I'll turn in pretty quick. Where's that bottle mix? You've been hogging it all evening. I do not like being called the hog tequila but for July pastry bottle I reckon. You don't want to pull guns with me, Max. You ain't my class. No. I think I have to kill you at some time. Maybe I do it now. You have talked too much. Why do you try both of you? You want to kill each other? Go outside to do it. I'll wait on tomorrow. King. I don't want to get wet tomorrow at night. It makes no difference to make. I kill yourself as dead no matter what time it is. You don't talk much, do you Moran? No. And you don't drink either. No. Maybe you're too good to drink with it. Maybe you're particular about who you drink with. That it you're doing the talking. Maybe I'll have to make you drink with it. Or cheating on you, King. Can't a man stay sober if he wants to? In my bunch I give orders. I don't have room here for anybody. Won't. Won't take them. Hey, what's that? What's them? Well, I'm not staying here to be shot in a. Don't open that door. Stay here and get shot and I'm going down fighting. You fool. Come back. Hey. You've done this your ass. You won't live to brag about it. Oh, reach for the. You're under arrest. Not while I've got a gun. I won't. Oh, sir, I won't. You asked for a king at me. I got darn little all that partner first. Yeah, buddy, you. But we had to stop there. They ain't going to never bother nobody no more. Is that Lightning? Him. Moran, you're alive. Good man. But not for long. I'm going fast. Lightning Moran. I fix you up. Get some water. Oh, don't bother. I'm done for and I'm glad. Don't try to talk, Moran. Get up that seat over there, buddy, and we'll get the bloodstone. Yeah, well, listen. Such a talk. I've got to tell you, I'm not in this service any longer. What do you mean? You've been working to trap these buzzers, haven't you? Yeah. Listen, that prisoner I was sent to bring back. There's the new kid. Was my son. Your hunter. I hadn't seen him for a couple of years. King here got him in the gang, he was as a ship so that the king got all this men and then he wouldn't let them sit. I've lived by the law. Always done what I thought the law said. But I couldn't turn my own son in. I couldn't. I understand, man. You let him get away. I sent him away. He's a good kid. And I won't tell you where he is. Reckon we ain't interested in that. Then I. I took off my badge. I couldn't wear it no more after letting a prisoner get away. Then you could have it. Stop the story, I thought. But I'd have always known myself that I let the law down. Granite, Moran. Granite to the last. I found out where this hideout was from the boy. Then I come here and I spun him a story about wanting to make some money. You left that note for us at the bank hold up. So as we could save the train. I hope somebody would find it and figure it out. Then at the train hold up. I knocked my own hat off. Soon somebody would find it with. Good work, Moran. And took nerve. More nerve than I've got. I'm glad you're here, Lightning. The gang broke up and that's what I wanted. I got something for you here, Moran. You're bad. Very, very bad. Yeah. Max boy saw your barrier and you don't look natural without. Yeah, my bad. You're sending it back on me. You're still in the service, Moran. Nice. Bad. Thank you, lan. Now I can die. A lawman should die. He's. He's dead. Yeah. Weddy Marshall Moran. He's dead, buddy. We don't know nothing about the Chanute Kid being the son of Moran. Remember that. No, he don't know nothing about the Lightning. As far as we know, the Chinook. That's right, the Chinute Kid is dead. And Martha Moran died in the discharge of his beauty. Bring him in the totem band. Smiling. The man who never smiled. He was smiling now. And so ends another experience in the lives of those two famous marshals of the Old West, Lightning Jim Whipple and his deputy, Whitey Larson.