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Here's adventure!

Here's romance!

Here's O. Henry's famous Robin Hood of the Old West...

Giddyap.

Good morning, Miss Elaine.

Same to you, Mr. Jarrett.

Nice-looking sign.

Thank you.

I hope it'll bring me lots of business.

So do I-- in fact, that's why I came over: to wish you luck.

Thanks.

I was hoping you'd come over to tell me that you'd changed your

mind.

About selling out to you?

Mm-hmm.

I will never do that, Mr. Jarrett.

Never?

As I told you the other day, my grandfather founded the

Western Trade Company and ran it till his death.

Then my father took over.

After he died, I stepped into his shoes.

Weren't his shoes a little bit too big for you?

Why, I've done a darn good job.

Up till now, but it won't be long before you'll find out

those dilapidated wagons of yours will give up the ghost.

Dilapidated, what-- You'll find out that you'll

be losing money hand over fist.

Why, you-- All because you're too

stubborn to listen to reason.

How dare you talk to me like that, you-- you eastern dude!

Eastern dude?

The Western Freight Company was a going concern long before

you were born!

And it will still be one, long after you're dead!

Not if you keep running it.

I suppose you think you could do a better job?

My stage line proves that.

I started with one stage on a ten-mile run.

Now, my stages cover the entire state.

Except between Bitter Creek and Sundance.

And they'll cover that, too, one of these days.

Over my dead body.

Hm.

Or yours!

Something wrong, Elaine?

You look madder than an old hen sittin' on glass eggs.

I am, Klondike.

It's that Jarrett.

He's insufferable.

I hate him.

Huh?

Why, guess I must have heard Judd wrong.

He said you went to bury the hatchet.

I'll bury it, all right, smack in Jarrett's head, if he

doesn't watch his step.

Ohh.

Well, while you're taking care of that little chore, I'll get

the wagon ready.

Oh, Judd.

What do you want, Cal?

Uh, Stark asked me to give you a message.

He said if you don't pay up those poker I.O.U.s by tomorrow,

gonna make it rough.

Well, I can't, I haven't got the money.

That's too bad.

If I were you, I'd dig it up someplace.

No, wait.

I think I know where I can raise the money, but I'm gonna need

some help.

For instance?

Well, you and a couple of the other boys.

What's the deal?

Let's go someplace where we can talk, and I'll tell you.

(gunshots) (gunshot)

(gunshots) Ho... ho!

(horses snorting) Get him out of that wagon!

Wouldn't it have been just as easy to shoot him?

Yeah, but with him dead, who'd drive the freight through?

Aw, there's plenty of drivers.

The Western Company can't afford their wages.

Old Klondike works for next to nothing because he likes his

boss so much.

(chuckles) Just like you, huh?

(laughs) Yeah.

Okay, let 'er roll!

(groaning) Hey, why you stop, Cisco?

That man needs help.

How you know?

The way he's walking.

Hey, walking is good for you.

Good for the panza.

Lots of people to it.

Yes, but they don't walk in high-heeled boots, reeling

around and holding their heads.

That man is hurt.

Come on, Pancho.

Howdy.

Howdy.

Am I glad to see you fellers.

Hey, you don't happen to have a little extra water, do ya?

I'm so durn dry and parched.

Pancho, get your canteen.

Did you have an accident, Mr., uh...

Klondike.

And what happened to me weren't no accident.

I was held up, pistol-whipped, and set afoot, just that quick.

Agh... guess I ain't got over the effect of it yet.

It looks like a nasty bump, all right.

But nothing seems to be broken.

No, but my neck will be when the boss finds out that her

wagon, cargo, mail, and horses has been swiped.

You work for a woman?

Yeah, name's Elaine.

She runs the Western Freighting outfit.

Uh, you wouldn't be going over toward Bitter Creek way, would

ya?

That's exactly where we're going, to see an old friend.

Diablo will carry double.

Come on.

Unless Pancho prefers to walk for the good of his corporation.

I don't got no corporation.

Only when I eat frijoles.

(laughs) Come on.

This will do fine, Cisco.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Yeah, two times.

Klondike, what happened?

I lost the outfit... swiped.

Swiped!

Yeah, the whole kit and caboodle.

Bunch of masked men rode out of some rocks and started throwing

lead.

Jarrett-- he did it...

to force me to sell.

Why, that lowdown sidewinder.

I'll fix him.

I'll blow him from here to Jericho.

Miss Elaine-- Don't you "Miss Elaine" me!

Why, what's wrong?

I'll-- Let me go!

I'm gonna kill that contemptible, no-good--

(gunshot) Give me that gun

No!

Uhh!

Now, Miss Elaine, will you please tell us what this is all

about?

As if you didn't know.

I don't know.

Neither do I.

And I don't know the same way.

I'll tell you.

I was held up on the way to Sundance a while ago.

Elaine thinks you hired the sidewinders that done it.

What?

Have you lost your mind?

I wouldn't stoop to anything like that.

No?

No!

I've known Mr. Jarrett for many years, and he's a very fine

man.

Who are you?

I'm the Cisco Kid.

And I am Pancho Miguel Fernando Gonzalez de Conejo.

The Cisco Kid.

So Jarrett hired you to do his dirty work.

No, no, no, no, senorita.

We are friends of-- Shut up.

As for you, Jarrett, don't think you can force me out of

business.

I'm a fighter, and I'll fight you to the bitter end.

Oh, Miss Elaine, you forgot your gun.

Come on, Klondike.

Hoo hoo hoo!

That, uh, that little wildcat is a spit in the fire, no?

She's crazy, I didn't hire anybody.

Of course you didn't, but she'll never believe you until

the real crooks are caught.

Uh-oh, heh, the fire's in the fat now.

Where do we start his time, Cisco?

We'll start with the stolen freight wagon, Pancho.

If we can find it and return it to her, she might change her

mind about us, and about Jarrett, too.

If you can make that wildcat change her mind about anything,

I'll buy you two the best saddles in Texas.

It's a deal.

Pancho, let's try to find that wagon before sundown.

What's the matter, Pancho?

Oh, you know, Cisco, I've been thinking.

Oh, you know, it isn't very good for you to think.

But this time I've been thinking very hard.

About what?

Well, I've been thinking about this wagon.

Pancho, wagons have wheels, don't they?

Si.

And the wheels leave tracks, no?

Si.

Well, then we'll follow the tracks until we find the

outlaws.

(giggles) Cisco, you got brains, huh?

You know, that is just what I've been thinking all the time.

Pancho, here is where the tracks leave the road.

Come on.

Well, here's the end of the trail, and here's the wagon.

What are we gonna do now?

We'll take it back to the girl.

Pancho, you get in and drive the wagon.

I'll take the horse.

(whistles) Hyah!

Hyah!

Come on, get...

(Pancho shouting to horses) Elaine, Elaine, come out

here, quick!

My wagon!

Who brought it back?

Pancho and I found it up in the hills.

The cargo was gone.

The outlaws must have carried it away.

Now, maybe you'll change your mind about Cisco and Pancho, no?

No!

Oh, but we find your wagon on top of the hills for you.

Naturally, you knew where to look for it.

Oh, dadbust it, Elaine.

These hombres couldn't have swiped that wagon, why they--

Klondike, when I want your opinion, I'll ask for it.

What was that you said, Miss Elaine?

I didn't say anything.

Oh, my mistake.

I thought I heard you say, "Thank you."

(laughing) Well, I see you found the

wagon.

Yes, we found the wagon, empty.

Heh, and no matter what, she thinks we are still the

banditos.

It will take an act of Congress to make her change her

mind about anything.

Well, it looks like we're all up a tree, Cisco.

I am not so sure.

Tell me, when is the opening of your stage line?

Next week, but I'm making a test run tomorrow.

If I can show the post office department that I can cut even

an hour off the western line's time to Sundance, I'll have a

good chance to get the mail contract away from that female

wildcat.

That gives me an idea.

I think I know how to find out who these outlaws are.

I got your message, Judd.

What's up?

The Express Company is shipping $3,000 in gold on the

stage.

You sure?

Yeah, Elaine's fit to be tied.

Heh, she is, huh?

Yeah, she always handled those gold shipments before.

But since these holdups, they don't figure the Western's safe.

They don't figure that anybody would expect to find the gold

on the stage.

Which only goes to show how dumb some people can be.

Yeah.

(both laughing) Hyah!

Here, you take this.

I'll drive.

Get in, hyup!

Get in there.

Giddyap, come on!

Go on!

Go on!

(dog barking) There he comes, Pancho.

Just like we have arranged.

Well, you've done your share of the driving, Jarrett.

From here on, Pancho will take over.

I still think I ought to do the driving.

Oh, that don't make no difference-- Pancho don't worry

about a little thing like losing his life.

(laughter) Whatever happens, Pancho,

don't stop that stage.

Not even if the banditos' bullets come down like rain.

Not even then-- climb up.

Bueno.

(chuckles) (shouts indistinctly)

(whistles) Hyah!

Jarrett's on his way.

Good!

Let's move!

Here he comes.

Get set, Carl.

(whistles) Just a minute, amigo!

Pancho's a-comin' down!

Eh... that's too bad.

Pancho will help you.

Now, that's Pancho.

Jarrett's supposed to be driving the stage.

Ah, never mind that.

Let's get that strong box.

(gunshots) Duck!

(gunshots continue) (gunshots continue)

Whoa.

I told ya them hombres was all right.

Give me that scatter gun.

(gunfire continues) (approaching hoof beats)

Come on out of there.

John!

You know him?

Know him?

Dadbust it, he's Elaine's cousin.

(chuckling) Did you catch him, Cisco?

Oh, I knew you would.

I see you did all right, too.

(chuckles) Did you have much trouble?

No, no, it was just like falling on top of the log.

(laughter) Everything worked out just as

you planned, Cisco.

They were fit to be tied when they found there wasn't any gold

on the stage, only a box of rocks.

(laughing) Come on, Judd.

Join your jailbird friends.

I've already apologized to Cisco, Mr. Jarrett.

Now I'm apologizing to you.

I'll accept it, only on one condition-- that from now on,

you'll call me Bill.

Agreed, Bill.

Hey, Pancho, looks like we've been playing Cupid.

Is better to happen to him, not you.

Since when?

(laughing) Cisco!

I owe you a couple of saddles.

Where shall I send them?

We'll be back one of these days.

Maybe on your wedding day!

Pancho.

Don't worry, people get married, don't they?

Oh, Pancho.

Oh, Cisco.

(both laughing) Good-bye, amigos!

See you soon!