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This is the Relic Radio Show. Old Time Radio Entertainment. Still standing the test of time from relicradio.com. Welcome to the Relic Radio Show. Back this Tuesday with another hour of radio drama from the golden age of radio. We'll begin this week with Bogey and Bacall in Bold venture story from 1951 titled Passage for Mario Karata. After that, it's Frontier Gentlemen in Random Notes, the final story from that series. It aired November 16, 1958. Bold venture. Adventure, Intrigue, mystery, Romance. Starring Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. Together in the sultry setting of tropical Havana and the mysterious islands of the Caribbean. Bold Venture. Once again, the magic names of Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall bring you Bold Venture and a tale of mystery and intrigue. The next time I come to the bank to make a deposit, sailor, I'm gonna pay somebody to stand in line for me. Yes, late. One of the things a man has to go through. You'd think the bank would figure out a better way to handle their customers instead of making them wait half the morning. You picked this line? I wanted to get in the next one. But no, you had a system. Stand in back of a filly with the slimmest ankles because they move. How was I supposed to know she's been saving pennies for 20 years? What are you pushing me for? The teller's waving to you. You're next. Oh, good morning, Philippe. Buena Diaz. And you're Charnim. You wish change for the parking meter again today? We wish to deposit $14 today. Philippe, I do not believe. Is it you? Show him, slade. Yeah. Here. 14 bucks. Come on. Come on, Philippe. I got things to do. Still I do not believe. Still he said yoke Two deposits on consecutive days. This has not happened with you before, senor. What are you talking about? Felipe was just surprised, that's all. Yesterday, a deposit of $1,000. What? What thousand dollars? Senor, I received the transaction myself. A man came, gave me $1,000 and a deposit slip made out to your account as is shown here. Enter on your record. He was a short man, wasn't he? With wings and a wand and pointed ears. A tall man. What struck me immediately was his lack of wings. And one. Now, if you please, I will enter the thousand dollars in your passbook. Gracias. Let's get out of here, sailor, before this whole joint goes up in a puff of smok. Mario. Mario, open up. Come on, kid, open up. It's Johnny. Been asleep, kid? No. No, I. I had no sleep. Well, I brought us something to eat. Here's a couple of sandwiches. A can of soup. No, I have no hunger. You're a growing boy, kid. You've got to eat. Come on. I'll heat up the soup. Johnny, you say to me you are my amigo, my friend? I am, kid. I'm your good friend. Maybe the only friend you've got. Why you bring me to this port, Mariel? Make me live in shadows? Make me to walk at your side like a dog? That's a fair question, kid. Then answer me. If I brought you into Havana in the bright sunlight, they'd machine gun you on sight like they did your father before you. I'm not afraid of them. Let them know I'm here. Let them know I've come to avenge my father. To finish his work. Look, Mario, your old man died in the gutter at my feet. He was my friend. His dying bought me a byline. It was the first one I ever had. POLITICAL FIGURE ASSASSINATED Eyewitness account by Johnny Thomas I contacted Shannon, Mario. He'll get you into Havana in the still of the night. You spoke with him? Well, no. I just watched his mouth drop open at the bank when the teller told him that he had $1,000 that he never had before. He knew your father. He loved him. A thousand bucks. That makes the heart grow fonder. So let's eat, kid. I'm starved. Let's ask King Moses if he sees it too. He won't see it. I know he won't, but let's try. King. King, come here for a minute. Yes, Ms. Saylor, what is it I can do for you? Take this bank book. All right. Now open it. Very good. Now look on the last line on page one. What do you see? If you would have come to King Moses, I would have gotten the money for you somehow. I am your friend. And I will come to visit you often and play my guitar to you. I will get it. Shannon's place. What? Mr. Shannon, please. Oh, yes, Mr. Shannon is here. It is for you, Mr. Shannon. A long distance call. That Queenie? I told her not to call me. I'd call her. Give me the phone. Hello, Queenie. You got your thousand, didn't you, Shannon? Who is it? I'll tell you tonight. You want to earn that grand, Shannon? I've got an idea. You do? All right. Tell me how. Just take a walk tonight. Main monument about 11. Goodbye, Shannon. The main monument by Tropic Moonlight Slate. Monumental, isn't it? You noticed it too, huh? Hey, maybe this will be our guy, Sailor. He better be how long can you wait for someone who slips you a thousand bucks, hmm? You think all your life would be overplaying it? Would you happen to be looking for two suddenly rich people, mister? I would. The money makes a happy bulge in your pocket, doesn't it, Shannon? Mine too. Who do we have to kill for it, mister? And will you issue the gas? This will be the easiest bundle that you ever made, Mr. Val. You know our names, you give us money. The bank opens at 9. Be there. You can have back your grand. Let's go, Seller. Now, listen to me. I'm Johnny Thomas. I scribble for the papers. Maybe you've seen my stuff right next to the comics I have. Good too. That's why you shower bills on us. Because you found someone who reads you. Because I want you to get a kid into Havana. A kid by the name of Mario Carrara. Carrara. The name Register Carrara. Carrara. Hey. A man by that name was murdered a while back. A man I liked, admired. Mario's his son. He's at Mariel waiting for you. Pier 12. Do it for two grand and a man you liked. At four this morning I got the kid out of Havana so he wouldn't die too. What makes him want to go back? Because he figures he's got a mission. You know, a grail. Sometimes that happens to a good kid. Get. Get. The kid shot. Get. They killed him. Slate. They shot him down. Yeah. Yeah, that's what they did, Sailor. That makes two dead. Maybe we can keep a third one alive. Into my office. Senorita. Senor. Now look, Inspector lasalle. I have been looking. I look at you. I look at Senhor Shannon. What I see is invisible. Nevertheless, there. Violence. The shadow of a dead man's body. Four, five. Four in. What did you drag us down here for? La Salle. We told you what happened. We didn't miss a detail. Johnny Thomas phoned me and said. What is Senor Thomas to you? He deposited a thousand bucks in my bank account. Because he is sending you through correspondence school, eh? Because he wanted Slate to do a favor for him. All favors that cost a thousand dollars or over can be illegal. This I had to write 100 times upon the blackboard when I went to the police academy. Why don't you stop pinching your own cheeks and listen to us? I put both palms upon the desk. I smile kindly. I lean forward slightly. And I ask you a question. I say, please. And I ask, please. How did the name of Mario Karate intrude into your conversation with Senor Thomas? Please, let's not get childish, Lasalle. You know as much about Mario as I do. You know his background. You know who his father was. If I remember correctly, you liked his father as much as I did. Senor, we of the police are never mixed with politics. The axiom is the one concerning the keeping of the clean nose. I permit myself no opinion. Opinion or not, Lasalle, you'd better face it. There are political gangsters in Havana like there are any place else. Mario's father was a good man. You're not giving him credit, Sailor. He was a lot better than that. Rotagarada was assassinated. Havana wept for him, which included me. And the murder of Johnny Thomas is something else to weep about. Because it's all part of the same thing. I will tell you something, Senor Shannon. You are Americano. You are here in Cuba by the grace of my government. You will not meddle in matters political to me. It's not a matter politico. As far as I'm concerned, two men died. Two good men. They were murdered. That's something to meddle in. You want to tell me anything else, Lasalle? No. Wave goodbye to the inspector, Sailor. You sure? Thomas said Pier 12, slate? Yeah. The machine gun jotted it down for me. Been waiting here on the Bold Venture for over an hour. Look, it's almost dawn. Don't look for anything but the kids, Sailor. At dawn we can see anytime. I'm not so sure. This could be our last one. Maybe I ought to go into Marielle and try to find him. Maybe the kid overslept. Maybe he's dancing somewhere. No, Slate. We wait here. If you went looking for him, the boy might get hurt. You might get hurt. Yeah, well, maybe I better keep it the way they wanted it. Hey, look, sailor. That powerboat is circling in toward us. Maybe the boy's on it. Maybe he's. Ahoy, Bo Badger. Ahoy. Yeah. Hold out your hand, Shannon. I've got a package for you. Catch. Got it. Open it, Shannon. Then hold it close. It will break your heart. What's in it, Slade? A hat. The initial's MC Mario Corrada. You think it's his hat? I don't know, Sailor. But this. This blood, it's still wet. Throw it away, Slate. I don't want to look at it. Yeah. Let's get out of here. I don't think Mario's going to keep our appointment, Sam. To Bold Venture, our stars, Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall. And the second act of our story, Mr. Slit. Ladies say lor they go to the bank to deposit 14$. To fill the blank at the window. They get a gratuity. A thousand dollar community property. To earn the money is a very small matter. To bring to Havana a Persona non grata. They sail to the port and wait for the boy. But he hat with blood make tears. No joy. You're right. King makes tears. Gerardo was a fine old man. I cut him down in a busy street, the tourists gathered round to watch him die. Now his son Guy yells, here, catch. He throws me a hat soaked with a boy's blood. Do not try to bring back a dead boy, Mr. Slate. It will only give you more anguish. Who says he's dead? If he is or if he isn't? King's right. Leave it alone. Tell me how I do that, sailor. Because I'd like to know. I really would give it to the police. To Lasalle. You still haven't told me how it'll leave me alone. Yeah, that's how it always is with you, isn't it, Slate? How it's always gonna be. So I can get up in the morning and shake hands with myself and say, how do you do, Slate Shannon. Glad to meet you. King said it, Slate, how will you bring a boy back from the dead? What's with you and King? You dead happy? I'm going to look for Mario Carrada. Don't wait up for me, you two. I couldn't take it. How do you feel, Mario? Mario, I have a thirst. The blood I have lost. You return to Cuba. I cannot permit this. Did Slate Shannon bring you back here to Marianne? No, senor. You will not speak Spanish. You will forget even the language of this country. Else you will die. Comprende? Yes, yes. You understand now, Mario. You came to Havana to avenge your father's killing. To kill me. No, no, no. It's not so. It is so. Slate Shannon, what plot have you made with him? Nothing. I swear it on my father. I swear. Permit me but a sip of water. You see? Of course. You are a good boy now, Mario, you have forgotten how to speak Spanish. I like you. I will give you the water if you tell what the Spanish word is for water. The word. Mario, what is the word for the water? The word you remember the Spanish word? Suffer a little more until you forget. Perhaps until you die. Sit down, Senor Shannon. You look quite pale, quite worn. Yeah. I am Lasalle. The only other time I have seen you. So is the time when we picked you up after an all night clam bake. Because you were cracking the clams too loud. Yeah, I remember. Yeah, that was quite a party. One of the clams bit back. I was looking for Mario Carrada. Every place. I know everyone who knew him. He's not there. Nobody knows him. I told you before, senor. Before. I was supposed to pick him up in Mariel. Before it was a big political secret you wanted no part of. Remember this? I have been trying to tell you. I still have no part of it. You have been friendly. Goodbye, Senor. Not even if he's dead? Maybe Murdered? Maybe. Why do you say such a thing, senor? Why? Come in, Senor Juan Miguel. To what do I owe your presence? It is that I have come for Mario Carrada. So this man also wants him, Senor Miguel. This man, Slade Shannon. Just for the record, Senhor Miguel, why do you want Mario? To make amend to him for the dying of his father. To welcome with open arm the boy to Havana. To convince him that I did not murder the splendid man who gave him birth. But you were acquitted of this charge, senor. They said you were innocent. See? But in the eyes of the boy. I want to read my innocence in his eyes. I'm just scratching, McGill. I. I don't know if the boy's dead. Maybe you'd know, being so close to his father and all. I advise, senor. Let me look for the boy. Then perhaps you will live to welcome him into my arms. Adios, senores. Adios. Juan McGill. Thumb through his biography for me. La Salle. He is an honored man in Havana, senor. He was the political enemy of Horta Carrada. But as you heard. Permit me. Is this where it is to register for a room? Single or double? Single would be pleasant. I can give you room 2B, right down the hall. Hot and cold running water and a stall shower which you can squeeze into with the Gentin 2C. And if you stand on the bed, you can see the ocean. Room to be will be very pleasant. There's the pen right in front of you. Just sign the register. Gracious. I am sure that I will enjoy it here. Hey, you write pretty big, don't you? Took up three lines on the register so that you can read my name and address. I'm afraid you'll have to carry the baggage yourself. Because this baggage I always carry myself. We charge for guns according to their caliber. What is that?32. That'll be 50. This gun does not frighten you even when I release the safety catch. All right. I'm frightened and I'm curious. What do you want? To do you a favor to take you to Mario Carrada. Move, senorita, or you will see him through sightless eyes. What do you mean, Sailor's not here, King? She's supposed to be working the desk. Did she tell you where she was going? No, Mr. Slit. I was shopping for the kitchen the whole time. I have no idea what Idea came to Ms. Sailor. Yeah, she and her girlish whims. Why does she do things like that? If it will make you feel any better, Mr. Slate, we got a new guest. It says here new register. A gentleman from Marielle. Marielle? That's where I was supposed to pick up Mario. See that register? Juan McGill. I wonder what he's doing here in my hotel. He's registered for room 2B, Mr. Slate. Why don't we ask him? Yeah, why don't we? Come on, King. Senor miguel. Senor. Give me the path key, king. Huh? He's not in. Hasn't been either, from the looks of the room. Just the way I left it when I made it up. The way he wrote his name in the book so no one could miss it. And his address in Marielle and The fact that Ms. Salo is certainly not among us. I will make you a thermos of something hot, Mr. Slate. You will want it for the boat trip to Marielle. Miguel. Miguel. Who is blake shannon? Open up. Hey. Where? It was behind your back. Shannon. Try real hard. Slate. Open your eyes. Come on. One more try and you'll make it. Yeah. Don't try to move your arms. They're in back of you. And they're tied. Your legs, too. We make neat bundles. Where are we, sailor? What is this? I can give you a vivid description. We're in the only fish cannery in the port of Marielle, and we're tied up after hours. What are they gonna do to us? Can us? I've been sitting here looking at you for the last couple of hours, wondering how you look. Filet, I don't think you look good. Never pass inspection. When Miguel took you away, did he introduce you to Mario? Mario's over there. Dead. Shot. Oh, Miguel. Yeah. First he gave Mario a speech on politics, and he shot him. Miguel's saving us for the ocean, huh? Because we're not Cuban. He doesn't want to be connected with any murdered Americans. Fish cannery, huh? What makes you so dreamy about a fish cannery? Just about a conveyor belt. See that switch? Mm. It says off lease. Over to it. I'll try. Yeah, that's it. That's right in back of you now reach up a little higher. Can you make it? I'm trying. It's an awfully cold ocean, Sailor. Reach. Did you bring a fish to Cannes, or did you just come here for the ride? I'm going to try to use the edge of this conveyor belt for a knife. Slade, be careful. That thing can cut right through your hand. Yeah, I'll keep it in mind. Yeah. I made it, Sailor. Wait a second. I'll untie my feet. Okay. S. Hey, did you turn off that switch? No, Slade. He did with one hand. Shannon. I needed the other to hold the gun. You disappointed me. I thought that you would die without a struggle. A clean death. Don't let it worry you. Duck, sailor. You or me, Miguel? Stupid. Oh, stupid. Oh, yeah. Now. Now pull that trigger and you'll blow your heart out. Pull it. Go ahead. Ah. You just temporarily saved your own life, Miguel. When are you going to stop fooling around and untie me? I like you better this way. Come on, Slate. These cords are cutting into my ankles. And I'd be a fool to let anything happen to those ankles. Hand them up to me, sailor. Then I'll take you home. Hey, Slade, it came. What did? The reward. What are you talking about? What reward? For capturing a criminal. Don't you remember? The owner of the cannery said he was going to send us a reward because he got so much favorable publicity. People are eating his tuna like crazy. He's a lucky fellow. What's he send us? Tuna. Shredded, grated, filleted. Breast of and creamed. A dozen cans of each. That's a real, genuine reward. All right. I've got a reward for you, too. Because I was so brave and swashbuckling. Because you were so nice about my ankles. You really like them, huh? Better than canned tuna. What's the reward? Come here. Like that. Figure out a way to can that stuff, Sailor. I'm a hungry man. And so our two stars, Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Bacall, have brought to a close our latest Bold Venture story. Special music was composed and conducted by David Rose. May we invite you to listen again next week at this time for another exciting adventure. Starring Humphrey Bogart and Lauren Baclaw together in Bold Venture. It occurs to me that in this, my last report to the London Times, there are many incidents which I have omitted. Things seen and heard during these several months of my journeys through the American West. Here then, some random notes. Frontier gentlemen. Here with an Englishman's account of life and death in the West. As a reporter for the London Times. He Writes his colorful and unusual stories. But as a man with a gun, he lives and becomes a part of the violent years in the New Territories. Now starring John Dana. This is the story of J.B. kendall. Frontier gentlemen. These notes are being written as I journey by train to New York. From there, I shall board a ship for England and home. I recall in the Montana Territory town of Helena, a tall gentleman in high hat, black broadcloth frock coat, a dirty shirt with a torn paper collar and the most singularly unpressed pair of nankeen trousers. He stood outside a saloon with a small case of bottles set before him. About a dozen men and women were crowded around and a small yellow dog slumbered at his feet. Yes, sir. Yes, lady, it's here. Here in this little bottle. Magic, you ask? No, say I, not magic. Pollock's original Mameluke Liniment. A sovereign remedy for man and beast. It is confidently recommended to the afflicted as an infallible remedy for the following diseases, to wit, burns, cramps, pains in the joints, sore throat, frosted feet, rheumatism, spinal complaints, lumbago, old sores, cuts, bruises, swelling, sprains, pains in the back or sides, headache, cutaneous affections, ague, cake bites of insects or reptiles, salt, rheum, mange, cracked hands, teta, dysentery, cholera, morbus and cholera. What about the heaves, mister? All the heaves you are, sir. And in this bottle, the answer to your question. Sir? Pollock syrup of sassaflas Aukcure. Nature's noblest remedy for heaves, consumption, bronchitis, group or hives, colds, coughs, asthma, hoarseness, difficulty of breathing, purifying the blood, whooping cough and a dozen ailments too horrible to mention. Ladies and gentlemen, it costs only 25 cents for one bottle or as an added inducement for your health. Ladies and gentlemen, Pollock's original Mameluke Liniment and a bottle of Pollock's synip of sassafras. Both for the small sum of $0.40. Think of the dollars and suffering you will save by this miraculous program. I was. I remember the duel fought between two ladies rivals for the dubious hand of a swaggering young lothario named Court Thompson. The entire town turned out for the event. The duelists were Mattie Silks and Katie Fulton. They were to fire at 10 paces, and all was in readiness. Well, sir, if you ask me, my money's on Mattie. Matty? Why, sure. Everybody knows Matty Silks. You mean you ain't visited? No, I got $10 says you'll blow Katie Fulton's bustle clean out of the county. Aside from Court Thompson, Maddie ain't standing for Katie's bar being on the same street. Just real bad feeling there. Well, which is Court Thompson feller standing next to Matty? Oh, he's a one, he is. You gotta excuse me now, mister. I've been selected to count off the steps. All right, folks, stay back. Let's get on this here duel of honor. Maddie, Katie, you know the rules. 10 pieces, and I count three and you start shooting. Go. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Ready, ladies? 1, 2, 3. You killed me. I'm shot. It was Katie Fulton's shot that missed Mattie Silks and hit Kort Thompson. Some said she'd done it purposely. Others argued that it was an accident. At any rate, Mattie took the wounded Don Juan home. And as far as I know, their love burgeoned from that moment on. I shall continue these notes after the next stop, which is Chicago. Of all baby filters cigarettes. Kent filters vest. Kent filters best. It makes good sense when you smoke. Kent can't they'll. Of all of the brands of cigarettes, Kent tastes the best. Kent tastes the best. A richer taste than all the rest. Kent filter best. It makes good sense when you smoke it. A ball lady filter cigarettes can't filter that. I remember an old man, a miner I met in Fort Benton. His name was Shorthorn Tom. On our journey to locate his lost mine, he gave me an insight into Western speech which I have found to be most valuable. He was leading a balky mule along a winding trail. And the air was blue with infectious. Oh, tain't really cussing. Just sort of aired your lungs. Now you take that mule. I call him a son of a gun. Now, that ain't rightly so. Cause anybody can see he ain't nothing but a son of a mule. But he's an oh good son of a gun. Cause that's the way it goes, see? Yes, yes, I follow you. Now, speaking of that, what exactly is son of a Gun stew? Son of a gun stew shuck. I'll tell you, that's just about the best thing a man ever put in his insides. It's got brains and sweet breads. Gotta be fresh killed calf. Gotta be. And tongue, liver, light, heart, kidney. Ho, ho, ho. I tell you, mister, that is a something that's better than pooch any day. Yes, sir, when I find this claim, I'm gonna get me a set of store bought teeth and I'll show you how to Make a son of a gun stool. You can throw everything in except the hair, horns and holler. Ho, ho. That's a real, real grub. Yes. Sounds. Tell me, what's hardtail? Oh, it's just a mule, like this ornery, stump, sucking son of a gun. A hardtail mule. Steer it. Stump sucker. Ain't you never seen a horse getting his teeth against something and sucking wind? That's what a stump sucker is. Oh, you don't want nothing to do with a critter like that. No, sir. No. I've heard the expression riding herd on a woman. That's courtin. Riding herd's courtin. Boy. You stick around. Old Shorthorn Tom. He'll have you talking smart as a bunkhouse rat. Gee. You know what we'd call a feller like you? Green from the east. Tenderfoot Button dude. Prune picker. Pilgrim, Softhorn greener. What about you? Me? A rawhide coffee cougar. Pocket hunter, river sniper. Course, Father's got me a lot of other things, too. It don't really matter what they call you. It's what you are that counts. I take you for a good partner, mister. Real good. Shorthorn Tom never did find his lost mind. He died up in the Highwood mountains. I was with him. Then there was the performance of Othello that I witnessed in Kansas. The frontier theatrical players. Othello was a fine, powerful fellow with a broad Texas accent. A cowhand recruited by the wife of a ranch owner. Needless to say, the wife played Desdemona. Unfortunately, Othello had a scant three days in which to memorize his part. The resultant scene I report verbatim. That handkerchief which I give to you. I give it to Cassiole. No. By my life and soul. Send for the man and ask him. No. I don't want no sweet talk, honey. He all take heed of perjury. Cause you art on thy deathbed. Ay, but not yet to die. Yeah. So you confess freely about all that sinning? For. For. For. To deny. For to deny each article with oath. Cannot remove or choke something. Something that I do. Grunt. Honey. You all going to die. Mercy. Amen. And have you mercy too? I never did offend you in my life. Never loved Cassio. But with such general warranty of heaven as I might love. I never give him token. So I saw. You know, the handkerchief. Everything I saw. He found it. Then I never gave it him. Send for him hither. Let him confess. What, my lord? Well, you know, he. He'd been dealing all. He will not Say so. He won't. For a fact, honest Iago stopped his map. Oh, my fear interprets. What is he, dad? And all of his hair been lives. My great revenge had stomach for all of us. Alas, he is betrayed and I undone. Now it's trumpet weep style for him in my face. Oh, banish me, my lord, but not kill me. Kill me tomorrow. Let me live tonight. No, sir, but half an hour. Being done, there is no pause. But while I say one prayer. It's too late. You take your hands on that food, sir. I'll come up there right behind. The player's conclusion had deviated somewhat from Shakespeare's intent, but I found it nonetheless dramatic. I've often wondered whether the Texas Othello continued his thespian career. He could have made a fortune in London. Speaking of fortunes, reminds me of an extraordinary thing that happened in Montana Territory. I shall note it down after dinner. There's a new dimension in motoring today. It's the Lock by Studebaker. Coming your way. Smart, sensible. Spirited too. The perfect family car for you. The Lark by Studebaker. See it today. Now at last, a US Car that's sized just right for the needs and tastes of the times. It's the Lark by Studebaker. Your new dimension in motoring. The Lark gives you big car spaciousness on the inside. It seats six. And small car convenience on the outside. It's nearly three feet shorter than conventional cars. Smartly styled, beautifully engineered, the Lark looks better and drives better than many expensive cars, yet costs less to buy, far less to operate. It's your new dimension in motoring today. It's the Lark by Studebaker. See it today? The Lark. I mentioned an event in Montana Territory, but it happened to a Chinese gentleman named Lee Chow. He was a well educated man, scrupulously honest, and ran a general supply store in Helena. During a few days of my visit, I had enjoyed several cups of tea and one or two chess games with him. I remember that one afternoon he seemed quite excited. His hand shook as he poured the key. This is a momentous day for me, my friend. Kendall. Oh, you are the first to know. I am a Minola. No. Look. A legal document which gives me possession of the lucky hand plus a claim. I have paid for it with my life's earnings. $40,000. You know that some men have been bringing me their gold dust to keep for them, as in a bank. Yes, I remember you telling me. It was their claim that I bought. It took much time, much trade talk, but finally they agreed to Sell now. I am a mine owner. As soon as I have made my fortune, Kendo, I shall return to China and leave the remainder of my life in peace and security. Lee Chow was evidently the last or next to last man in Helena to find out what had happened. I heard it three days later from a barber who was shaving me. Hey, mister. It's the biggest joke in Helena since old man Hornaday strung up that mule for kicking his wife. You mean you ain't heard? No. Yeah. Chinese gentle on the street. Lee Chai bought himself a mine. Yes, I know. You know. It's Salted Salton. He's paid 40,000 for assaulted mine. What the boy's done was to take him a bag of gold dust every day to hold for him. Lee figures they got a whopper claim he wants to buy in. Partners? No, sir, says they. And then when Lee's prying real good, the boys figures how they've done enough work. You're ready to sell out, Lee child buys for $40,000. The fellers take your dust and vamoose, leaving Lee Chow the deed to a vegetable five. That's all it's good for. Does he know yet? If he don't, he's the only man in Hell, they ain't. Well, what about the men who sold the claim to him? Last I heard, they was headed for California. Good morning, my friend, kendor. Good morning, Mr. Lee. You appear downcast. Is something the matter? Well, I've just heard some rather bad news. It's about your claim. Oh? You've been cheated, Mr. Lee. There's no gold. The men who sold it to you knew it so. But I. I do not understand. Yesterday, my boys who are working for me, they bring me a sack of dust. Here. See for yourself. It is the same as I have seen before. Your workers took this out of the claim. It is just as it has always been. I don't understand this talk of cheating. Neither do I, Mr. Lee, there are here is my friend Jeeping. He very fine miner working for me. Good morning, Ji. Good morning, Li. Good morning, honored sir. Good morning. My friend here, Kendo, he is worried about the claim. Worried? Why? There is talk of salt in the mine. Then salt is of gold here. From work of yesterday. One ounce more than first day. I do not know from where you hear this bad news, my friend Kendall, but if the rest of my life is as unfortunate, I shall indeed be a rich and happy man. Will you take a cup of tea with me? Perhaps a dream of cash. A day or so later, I Left Helena and didn't return for about three weeks. Then it was only to spend an hour or so arranging for transportation to Fort Benton. I went to the store of Mr. Lee Chow and found to my surprise that it was closed. I walked to the barbershop and over a hair trimming, learned what had happened during my absence. Li Chow. Mr. Yu whispered that name around these parts. Say, ain't I seen you before? Yes, I came in for a shave a few weeks ago. Never forget a face. Well, what about Li Chow? Gone. China, they say. What happened? Sold that claim of his. Oh, well, I'm glad to hear it. Maybe you are. But there's a passel of fellows around here who ain't. You know what that son of a gun did? What? Salted his mind. Ain't that something? Everybody figured Lee Chow, an honest man, and he salts a mine. Shows you how. I mean, I thought the claim had turned out to be good. What do you. What do you call it? A bonanza. That's what everybody thought. You know what he was doing? Every day he had one of his coolies bring in a sack of dust. Made sure people saw it. After a while, Feller begun figuring that Lee really had struck pay dirt. Couple of them went into Lee's place and showed him a sack of dust. He showed it to me. Sure he did. And he had one other sack. That's all he had when he kept in the store. The other he'd give back the coolie to bring it in the next day. It ain't nothing to laugh at, mister. You know what he done? No, I haven't any idea. Sold that worthless bit of ground for a hundred thousand. Yes, sir, 100,000. Then skips off to China. Biggest windle ever seen in the territory. Fellas who bought it found out the next day. I have thought of the outlaw Dick Gillis and the interview I had with him in Virginia City. He had been convicted of holding up a stage and the murder of two men. We talked in his cell, the marshal sitting outside at his desk, keeping a watchful eye on us. Gillis was quite proud to be the subject of an English newspaperman's report. Perhaps he colored his life for that reason. I'll never be quite. I'm 36. 36 years out of a mother's arms. I never knew she went up Salt river when I was born. Abby, my pa, he were a wicked old so and so. Used to beat the tire out of me and run away from home when I was 10. Where did you go? Nebraska? Kansas, Colorado. I'VE been all over. I seen more than most men see in five lifetimes. Less than I wish I had. What made you start just being an outlaw? Man doesn't start, mister. Shucks. I was born outlaw. Did my first killing when I was 10. Shot me my pa's horse. That's how come I run away. Why did you shoot his horse? I don't know. Cause I guess the old varmint cared more for horse flesh than for his own son. Maybe. Sure hated that critter. If I hadn't killed the horse, I'd have killed the old man. Now, that's for sure. How many men have you killed in fair fight? 2. Don't matter telling it now cause I'm gonna hang anyway. Seven. Seven. I killed in hate for killing sake. Do you have a girl? I got a wife. Ain't seen her for three years now. There's a kid, too. But I never did go back. I guess it's how they'll manage along. You know, a man like me oughtn't take up with a wife and her kids. Is something moral fired wrong, Wrong fella like me. I know I done bad. I know I'm going to hang. There ain't no one going to sorrow. Kind of wish that weren't so. What do you think? I know what you mean. If I had me a.44, I'd shoot my way out of here and I'd head for the hills and live, you know. Funny how quick a man forgets the smell of grass and sage. I should have been one of them poet fellows. I knew Jack Crawford once. You ever meet up with him? No. I like to ask you favor, mister. What is it? You write what I'm telling you in that English paper of yours. You say maybe somebody sorrowed when I got my neck broke. Huh? Make it up maybe like my wife or kid heard and they sorrowed. I will. Day comes when man gets to be alone. Ain't nothing more to look at except what's inside. Sure hadn't ought to kill that horse, you know. These are some of the things which I have seen, heard during my travels. I find myself despondent at the thought of leaving this country and its people. Yet my sadness is tempered with the realization that perhaps someday I shall come back to the great American west, which for the past several months has been my home. Doodle. You know about the little white tablets in the little green pocket row, just awaiting for the moment when you need them to bring your acid indigestion under control. Tums are the little white tablets in the little green pocket row. Tums for the tummy T U M s bring relief quicker than you'd ever guess. Best for any kind of acid distress. Keep em handy in the pocket roll. Keep your tummy under TUM's control. TUMs are fast, effective and safe. Tums relieve the discomfort of acid indigestion quickly with no danger of acid rebound, sometimes caused by harsh alkalizers. Always carry Tums 10 cents 3 roll pack a quarter new 6 roll pack with free metal carrier 49 cents Frontier Gentlemen was written, produced and directed by Anthony Ellis and stars John Dana as J.B. kendall. 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