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Here's adventure!

Here's romance!

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

Old West... The Cisco Kid!

What time it is?

It's too late for breakfast.

Are we too early for lunch, Pancho?

Cisco, how you know what Pancho is thinking about all the time,

eating?

Pancho, do you ever think of anything else but eating?

Yeah, Pancho think of many things when he is hungry.

Right now I think all these trees, they look like cabbages--

and the grass, they look like the green chilies-- and these

rocks, they look just like the biscuits you cook hard

like rocks.

Just for that, Pancho, I don't think I'll tell you that

Will Harper's ranch is only a few miles from here, and his

pantry's well-stocked with tamales and tortillas and all

those things, you know?

Why, Cisco, what are we waiting for, huh?

Let's went, huh?

Hi, boss.

We got your message.

That's quite obvious, Turk.

What's the matter, Hopper, get outta the wrong side of bed?

I didn't ask you to meet me here to discuss my disposition,

Nebraska, but to tell you that as of this moment, our

partnership is dissolved.

You're quitting?

You can't do that.

I not only can, but I have.

My niece arrived from St. Louis last night to make

a home with me here.

She's intelligent and curious.

Consequently, to continue our activities would be entirely

too risky.

Therefore-- But Nebraska and me,

what do we do?

I don't know, don't care.

But I'm flat-busted.

Me, too.

How about running just one more load across, boss?

You can run as many as you like, but don't on me to help

you sell the stuff.

I said I was through, and I meant it.

And, uh, one more thing.we three are the only ones who know the

secret to my fireplace.

And if that panel is moved just one fraction of an inch, I'll

know that one of you moved it, and so help me I'll track you

both down and kill you.

Now, hold on.

You can't bust up the best silver smuggling deal ever set

up on the border, just like that!

You heard what I said.

That's final.

But, boss, you can't treat us like this--drop us like a hot

potato, especially since we're broke.

It's no fault of mine if you squandered your share of

the money.

Now get out.

You're not talkin' to a couple of kids, Harper!

I said get out!

What's the idea of killing him?

You know a better way of getting his bankroll?

He didn't believe in banks.

His money must be hidden around the ranch somewhere.

Somebody's coming.

He's dead!

Uncle Will's dead!

Easy, Miss Mary, easy.

Drill to the left temple.

Suicide?

Murder.

Murder?

But it couldn't be!

But it is.

How can you be sure?

Two reasons--first, only one bullet was fired from your

uncle's gun, yet we heard two shots-second, the boss was

right-handed, but the bullet entered his left temple.

Well, who?

It beats me, unless the killer was a ghost.

You'd better go into town and get the sheriff, Ben.

Okay, miss.

This is a good spot to pick him off.

We can't let him get to the sheriff.

Look around, Pancho!

Is he dead, Cisco?

He never knew what hit him, Pancho.

Did you see anybody?

No, I don't see nobody, but I find --

Hmm?

A pair of .44 caliber shells.

Good work, Pancho.

A .44 is not a common gun.

It shouldn't be too difficult to find the man who fired these.

Pancho's a good detective, no?

You look more like a powdered pigeon.

Hey, Pancho, I think we'd better get this man home.

Home?

You know him?

No, Pancho.

His horse has Will Harper's brand on it.

Pancho, get his horse, and we'll put the body on it.

Ben-- what's happened to him?

He's been murdered, miss.

Oh, no!

First Uncle Will and now...

Uncle Will?

You mean Will Harper?

Yes.

I'm his niece, Mary Davis.

Someone shot Uncle Will.

We sent Ben to get the sheriff.

I can't believe he's dead.

He left less than an hour ago.

It takes very little time for a man to die violently.

Pancho says so, too.

Pancho?

Yeah, I am it.

Well, then you must be the Cisco Kid.

Uncle Will told me all about you, how you trap criminals.

If I'm lucky.

Please, Cisco, would you try and catch this killer?

Pancho and I will try to do our best, miss.

Eh, Pancho?

If you say so, Cisco.

It don't make no difference, I guess, if Pancho say hello to

a bully with his name on it.

Put our horses in the barn while I take care of

the dead man, huh?

Who's this, a visitor?

No, that's George Holden, my foreman.

Hello, Miss Mary.

George, Ben's been murdered.

Murdered?

Cisco and his friend just brought back his body.

Where'd you find him?

When?

About half an hour ago, a few miles from here.

Where were you at that time?

If it's any of your business-which I don't think it

is-I was fixing a busted fence up in the north pasture.

And you didn't hear any shooting?

No, I was too busy working to see or hear anything.

Alone?

Yes, so what?

I don't know yet.

Now, listen, mister, if you think I dry

Ben, you're loco.

What motive would I have?

I don't know about that, either.

And you never will.

George.

Oh, good grief, Mary, I didn't mean I had a motive.

What I meant is I.well, I-I didn't kill Ben for any special

reason, so Cisco couldn't possib-now, I don't know

what I meant!

I'm going back to the north pasture and fix that fence.

You better send one of the men after the sheriff, George.

Poor George, he's so confused he can't think or talk straight.

That's the impression he gave.

You certainly don't suspect him?

I suspect everyone, miss.

Help!

That's Pancho!

Cisco!

Cisco, this not funny!

Please come, Cisco!

Help, somebody!

Pancho, I must say you don't look very dignified.

Oh, Cisco!

I was smothered... upside down!

Playing hide-and-seek at your age!

No, no, no, Cisco!

I was looking for a ghost.

A ghost?

Pancho, you don't believe in ghosts, do you?

No, I don't like those people at all, Cisco, but-but look.

Look right over there.

Pancho, is this your idea of a joke?

No, señorita, is no joke.

I was in here eating chicken, and I was gonna eat the

apple-berry pie when I hear a noise in the living room,

and I go to see what -- there was nobody there.

And I-I come back here, a-and look what was looking me right

in the eye!

Pancho, are you sure you didn't write this yourself?

Someone's just been in this room!

Cisco, maybe it was the ghosts.

Pancho, will you stop talking about ghosts?

There must be a human explanation for all this.

Whoever bumped into this guitar did not leave through the front

door or the windows.

There must be a secret way in and out of this room.

Did you hear that?

Come on, I got plans.

It is a secret passage, it can't in this room.

I think it is, Pancho, and we'll find it yet.

I still don't see why anyone would wanna kill Uncle Will.

It was for his money, I think.

He mistrusted banks.

What cash he had, it must've been considerable, he kept it

around here somewhere.

Many people knew it.

I'd give odds the killer did, too.

He didn't say anything about it to me.

He didn't have time.

But he did say one strange thing.

He said that if anything ever happened, I should contact Chief

Yellow Hair and that the chief would take care of everything.

Chief Yellow Hair?

That's a new one on me.

Cisco, what do you think her uncle mean?

I haven't the faintest idea, Pancho.

You all right, señorita?

Yes, I--I'm fine.

Hey, why don't you look where I'm going?

What are you stoppin' here for?

Are you crazy?

Get down, give me a hand.

Fasten it from the other side.

When Cisco hits this rope, there's a good chance he'll

break his neck.

Let's finish him!

You see them, Cisco?

No, Pancho.

They worked that old rope trick on me.

You were lucky not to break my neck.

A little ways then catch them, huh?

No use, Pancho.

We'll never find them in this maze of rocks and boulders.

How's the arm?

It's not too bad.

Let's get back to the house while those two are looking for

us and find that bankroll.

I got news for ya-we don't have to find it.

I know exactly where I can lay my hands on it.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I heard the girl mention some magic words.Chief Yellow Hair.

Chief Yellow Hair?

You don't mean, uh...

Exactly.

We're getting it tonight, and we don't have to risk our necks

doing it.

How're we gonna keep everybody out of the living

room?

If anybody comes in the back, you know we're--

Forget it.

I got ideas about that, too.

Now, listen, tonight while they're asleep...

(snoring) (ghoulish howl)

(screaming) A ghost!

Diablo!

Oh, oh!

No!

No, don't do that!

You give me the creepers!

And the geese pimples!

My gun, my gun!

My gun!

Oh, I gonna give you what-- was coming for!

Pancho, what happened?

Cisco, I-I was sleeping, and I hear a tap, tap, tap, like

that.

And then a horrible face in the window!

And it make a noise like...

(howling) And then I--then I

shoot, and he didn't was there.

And I wanna -- What's the matter with him?

I don't know, but I will find out pronto!

George!

Is he dead?

No, he's coming to.

He's been knocked out, apparently.

What happened?

Suppose you tell us.

I don't know.

I heard shots and naturally came to investigate.

I saw a light flickering in here, so I-I headed this way.

Something hit me, and I just blacked out.

Don't you believe me?

Frankly, no.

I suppose you think I knocked myself out?

Maybe.

But why?

Yeah, why did you say you're knocked out when you ain't?

To cover up the fact that he was looking for your uncle's

money, while his confederate was staging that phony ghost trick

to draw you and me in Pancho's room.

You deliberately blocked my way this morning so that the man who

tried to shoot me could make a safe getaway, didn't you?

What are you talking about?

What caliber is your gun?

A .44, why?

Ben Larson was killed with a .44.

That's the second time you've accused me of killing Ben, and

I'm not taking any more of your- George, Cisco, please!

This has gone far enough!

Losing your temper won't find the real killer, George!

And for you, Cisco, you better stop making your insinuations

unless you can prove them!

Very well, Mary, but I want to say one thing to you-doesn't

it look funny to you that George is always at the right place in

the wrong time?

Well, George?

Oh, hang it, Mary, I was-I was worried about you with this

killer running loose, and, well, I was over standing guard at the

bunkhouse.

You do believe me, don't you, Mary?

I want to, George, but I don't know what or who to

believe.

I really don't.

It's a waste of time, Mary.

Bob and Toby rode line yesterday after they mended that --

pasture fence.

I don't care.

I want you to check the fence today.

Cisco and Pancho will go with you.

All right, you're the boss.

And, uh, saddle up a horse for me.

Are you riding with us?

No, I'm going into town to see Uncle Flory about probating

his will.

Saddle up, boys.

What happened?

Twisted my ankle, sprained it, I guess.

You and the boys will have to go without me.

Wait a minute.

Let me tape it for you.

I'm a pretty faire nurse, you know.

So am I.

I've had sprained ankles before.

Cisco, what this all about?

Pancho don't got no fence, and what he mean "checkings"?

Pancho, I have a little idea how to smoke out in the open the

guilty parties.

I talked to Mary about it, and she thinks it's a very good

idea.

See you later, Mary.

Come on, Pancho, let's get our horses.

We'll ride out a way, Pancho, and then double back.

Now we're gonna give somebody a big surprise, eh, Cisco?

Shh!

Come on.

Hello, house, we are back.

Shh!

I'm going again through the window.

The coast is clear, Nebraska.

Your having me watch the house is gonna pay off.

I just saw 'em all ride out, except the foreman.

He's in the bunkhouse.

Come on, we're gonna go after that money.

It's Cisco, playing possum.

I'll go out, then you get him.

Hold it!

Don't you make a move!

Throw your gun across the room!

Get 'em up quick!

Catch!

Just a minute, George.

What in blazes?

I thought I said-- We didn't leave at all.

We was watching you.

There are your killers, miss, and there is the secret way in

and out of this room.

What you want to do with them now, Cisco?

Take them to the bunkhouse, Pancho, and tie them up.

All right, pull yourselves all together.

Andale!

George, I apologize for suspecting you.

It's all right, Cisco, I guess I did act a little stupid.

Oh, the picture!

I hope it isn't ruined.

Uncle Will prized it so highly.

Yes, I always had a soft spot for Chief Yellow Hair.

Chief Yellow Hair?

That's the name the Indians gave him.

There you are, Mary.

Here's the paper.

It's got your name on it.

It's a map.

Why, Mary, you're a rich woman.

It's tainted money, Cisco.

And since I found out how Uncle Will got it, I couldn't touch a

penny of it, but I think I'll keep the ranch.

After what I've been through, I think I've earned it.

It will make a nice home for you.

Yeah, a wonderful place to raise little kidlets, huh?

Cisco, why don't you marry up with the girl, huh?

Pancho, what are you saying?

Oh, I would just love to play cupid.

Oh, Pancho!

Oh, Cisco!

Good-bye, amigos!

See you soon!