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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!

A ranch.

Cisco, let's went down there because if I don't get a drink

of water pretty soon, I'm gonna die of thirsty.

Vamos.

Cisco, look at the sign.

What it say, "Keeps out or you will be shoot."

Friendly sort of a place, isn't it?

Nobody seems to be around.

Cisco, this sign and all-and Pancho, it don't look pretty

good with bullet holes in him.

Oh, nobody'd accuse us a little water, Pancho.

Come on.

Hurry up, Cisco, I'm terrible thirsty.

Just a minute.

Wait a minute, Pancho, don't drink that water.

Yeah, but, Cisco, I don't got some water for lots of hours.

I am thirsty.

Drop those guns, you sidewinders!

I've got you covered.

Hurry up, or I'll-- We didn't shoot him, Cisco.

What happened to him?

He's fainted.

Pancho, get some water--not from the well, from the kitchen.

Yeah, but the water-- I said the kitchen, Pancho.

He's not hurt as badly as I thought, Pancho.

He's mostly weak from loss of blood.

Why didn't you let me get the water from the well?

Because I noticed traces of oil on top.

Oil?

(whistles) Then this place must

be worth lots of pesos, eh?

Say, Pancho, can't you think of anything else but money?

No.

Oh.

(moans) Ah, you are awake, my friend.

You are feeling better, I hope?

-- you care.

Hey, Cisco, he's the most thankless man I never see in my

whole life--and we save his life and he's non-greatless.

Why did you shoot at us, mister?

Why?

That's a laugh.

You two birds tried to kill me a little while

ago, and you came back to finish the job.

You ask me why.

Well, get on with it, but you tell Turner I'll come back from

the grave and haunt him.

Who is this Turner?

You should know the man who hired you gunmen to kill me.

We don't know, Turner.

We never saw you before.

Get your hands up, you two.

Good work, Mary.

Give me the gun.

I can take care of 'em.

You heard what said, keep your hands up.

Why?

We didn't try to kill your friend.

We only wanted some water.

Keep back, or I'll shoot.

Go right ahead.

Shoot, Mary, shoot!

Look out, Cisco!

Oh, Turk.

If you don't leave him alone, you'll answer to the sheriff.

Leave him alone?

We didn't do something to him.

We tried to keep him alive for you.

Now, suppose we all relax, and you tell me what this is all

about.

Hey, Cisco, this sticking your nose in other people's

business is gonna get it chopped off right in the middle.

But, Pancho, the boy thinks that the girl's uncle,

the banker, is behind all his trouble, and the girl thinks

the boy is crazy.

So we have to have a talk with the banker and see who's right.

Yeah, and like always, the trouble commence to begin, eh?

Good morning, gentlemen.

Good morning, sir.

Well, what can I do for you?

Are you Jim Turner?

That's right.

We'd like to have a talk with you.

It's about a hardheaded se単or who thinks you want to kill him.

I?

Come in, please.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Now, just who are you talking about?

Turk Martine.

He thinks you hired us to kill him because he has oil on his

property, and you hold a note against it.

Oil on his property?

Si, se単or, and he say you don't want him to marry

your niece.

That's only partly true.

Oh, Mr. Turner.

Oh, I'll be with you in a minute, George.

Sit down.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, it's true that I didn't want them to get married,

not at first.

But after Mary convince me that she would marry Turk

willy-nilly, why there's nothing I wouldn't do for the boy,

especially now that he struck oil.

You mean that, Mr. Turner?

I most certainly do.

Then, naturally, you'll grant him an extension of his note.

That'll convince him more than anything in the world that he's

wrong about you.

Well, this is rather awkward.

You see, I sold his note to a third party-a depositor who

thought it would be a good investment.

Oh, then maybe I can make arrangements with the buyer in

favor of Turk.

Who is he?

I'm sorry, but I've been sworn to secrecy.

However, you can tell Turk everything is going to be all

right and to drop in here tomorrow.

Oh, uh.oh, Jim, I'll be back in a few minutes.

I forgot some documents I want you to look at.

Then you are going to buy the note back?

Exactly.

Maybe he don't wanna sell it.

I don't think there'd be any difficulty about that.

Well, Pancho, let's tell Turk the good news.

Good-bye, sir.

Good-bye, gentlemen.

That's them.

Take 'em alive.

I want to find out exactly how much they know.

Then get Turk, and if you bungle the job this time, I'll--

Don't worry, we won't.

His horse must've thrown him, Pancho.

Get 'em up, quick!

What's this, a holdup?

You can call it that.

Get their guns, boys.

All right, start walkin'.

But-- Come on.

Mr. Bandito-- Start walkin'.

I guess this'll keep you put until the boss has

a talk with you.

Let's get going.

The boss says not slipups this time.

Cisco, maybe next time you're gonna listen to me, eh?

And you won't stick his nose where it smell like trouble.

Say, why they make us prisoners?

I don't know, Pancho, but this has something to do with

Turk Martine.

Diablo, Diablo!

Come here, boy.

Come here.

Come on, Diablo.

See, Pancho, he hasn't forgotten the trick I taught him.

You know, sometimes I think Diablo's got more braims

than you gotted.

Good work, Diablo.

Hey, Cisco, what are we gonna do, wait till those banditos

come back, and then we gonna catch them?

No, Pancho, we're heading for the Martine ranch.

I have an idea they went over there.

We don't got no guns.

We'll get their guns at the ranch.

I only hope we get there on time.

Get around back.

Come on, boys.

Here's your dinner, Turk.

Mm!

Sure smells good.

Well, it ought to, I cooked it.

Oh, forgot the sugar.

Open up the window, honey.

It's a little warm in here.

Mm-hmm.

Turk, look.

Get my gun, Mary.

Get away from the window, Mary, you're liable to get shot!

This is my fight, too.

Why not sneak around the back of the house?

Let's go get 'em.

They'll see us before we get halfway to him, Pancho.

Wait a minute, I've got an idea, Pancho.

(gun shots) Come on Pancho.

Don't shoot!

Cisco, Pancho!

Turk, where do you keep your guns?

On the mantel.

Pancho, get the gun, cover the back.

Wonder what's happened to Joe.

Work your way around back and give him a hand.

That will teach you to look in a window that don't belong to

you, you peeping tommy, you.

(gun shots) This is more than

I bargained for.

Let's get outta here.

Stay here, Pancho.

I'm going after them.

I wonder who those men could've been.

Why don't you ask your uncle.

Oh, Turk, not that again.

Hey, hey, I forgot I got one of those banditos covered up

behind the house.

I covered him up so he don't get cold.

Hey?

What, what-- he flewed away.

And I tell you your uncle Jim is behind all this.

He wants this ranch, and he's gonna get it even if he has to

commit murder.

Turk, I think you're wrong about Mr. Turner.

Pancho and I had a talk with him, and he wants you to drop in

tomorrow.

It's what he say.

All he did was to feed you a line of tap so his men would

have time enough to get to me again.

Turk Martine, you're impossible.

Thanks.

Don't worry, miss, everything will be all right.

Oh, I hope so, Cisco.

If Cisco says it gonna turn up all right, it gonna turn up

all right.

We'll stay with him until tomorrow.

Oh, that'll be fine.

That'll take a load off my mind.

I'll be in early in the morning to fix breakfast.

What's the matter with you, Pancho?

Didn't you sleep well last night?

Not one little bit.

Did you try counting sheep?

Yeah, I try to count the sheep, but they make so much

noise when they jump the fence, they keep me awake.

Here, wash your face.

It'll wake you up.

Oh, Cisco, that's cold!

I know, but it'll wake you up.

Try it.

Hey, Pancho, do you call that washing?

I bet you your teacher sent you home many a time

with dirty ears.

Cisco, I tell you the truth that I never told a lie,

not once.

No?

I wonder why not.

Maybe it was because I didn't never went to school.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Hey se単orita, you look as fresh

as a little flower.

Thank you.

How's Turk?

Oh, he's sound asleep.

He sleep like a little baby.

We thought it is better we don't disturb him until

you got here.

Well, I'll have breakfast ready in a jiffy.

Oh, breakfast, eh?

I want two dozen eggs-one dozen sunny side down, and the other

dozen strangled, eh?

Sounds complicated, but I'll do my best.

There he is, still asleep.

He didn't want to go to bed.

He said he preferred the sofa.

Well, wake up-- Jiminy weasels,

he didn't was there.

He trick us.

But why?

Where'd he go?

Where was your uncle when he left?

He went to the bank to clear up a few-Cisco,

you don't think that-- ?

No, no, don't be alarmed.

Pancho, we are going to town.

You better stay here and wait for us.

No, I'm going with you.

I didn't kill him, Sheriff.

All I did was to come in and talk about a note he held on my

property.

You gotta believe me.

Sheriff, I tell you-- Turk!

What's happened?

I'll tell you what's happened, Miss Turner.

He killed your uncle.

I didn't kill him, Mary, I swear I didn't.

He was dead when I came into the bank.

You're a liar.

I saw him standing over your uncle's body with

a knife in his hand.

Why, you-- Take it easy, son.

Tim Turner was a good friend of all of us.

Let's hang the man who killed him.

No, you can't do that.

Hold it, George.

There'll be no lynching while I'm sheriff.

Turk's going to get a fair trial.

On your way, son.

Stand aside, Sheriff.

Holding a trial is a waste of time.

Take him out, boys.

Just a minute, mister.

Keep back.

All I was trying to tell you that this man--

You draw and I will put your wishbone where your backbone

ought to be.

Look, mister, Turk Martine may be guilty, but we'll let

a jury decide that.

Get out, the rest of you.

And I don't mean maybe.

Andale, pronto!

You, too, George.

I didn't kill him, Mary, you gotta believe me.

I do.

Was this George telling the truth when he said he saw you

standing over Mr. Turner with a knife in your

hand?

Yes, but-but I can explain.

You better commence to explain.

Well, maybe I shouldn't have sneaked off from the house the

way I did, but I couldn't sleep thinking about Turner.

Early this morning decided to have a showdown with him.

It was before banking hours, and I tried the door and found it

open and went in.

I found Turner lying on the floor near his desk dead,

with a knife near him.

I picked it up when George Holden came in the door.

Well, the rest you know.

You believe him, don't you, Frank.

What I believe doesn't matter, Miss Mary.

Come on, son, I'll have to lock you up.

Take it easy, Turk.

Pancho and I will get to the bottom of this.

Thanks.

You'd better give me your gun, son.

Hey, Cisco, how we gonna do all these things we just told

Turk?

Pancho, I think the answer is right here in the bank.

Cisco, for the 22 times, I ask you what are you and the

se単orita looking for?

Pancho, I already told you 21 times-the name of the man who

bought Turk's note.

Yeah, but why?

Because he's the one who either killed Mr. Turner

or had him killed, and then framed Turk.

You know, Cisco, that's what Pancho think all the time.

It's no use, Cisco.

There's no record on file of the sale of the note.

Well, maybe your uncle put it someplace.

Either that, or the killer removed it from the file.

Look at this-apparently, this was the last check your uncle

drew, but the stub is also missing.

Will you please get me a mirror.

A mirror?

Yes, Pancho, a looking glass.

A looking glass, you gonna shave at a time like this?

Here you are.

How much did Turk owe on his note?

Three thousand three hundred and seventy-five dollars.

Why?

It's the same amount that your uncle wrote on his last

check.

Take a look in the mirror.

You'll also see the name of the man who killed him.

George Holden.

But, Cisco, it can't be.

He was one of uncle's friends.

Some friend.

When your uncle tried to buy back the note from him, he

refused to sell it to him, and then he killed him.

That'll be pretty hard to prove.

I'm not so sure of that if we can get the cooperation of the

sheriff, and I think we can.

Cisco, I don't know, this bandage it don't seem to fit

because every time the bandage zig, your head is zag.

Pancho, I want this around my head, not my mouth.

Then tell your teeth to stop chewing the bandage, and then it

won't stick in the wrong places, Cisco.

Just relax, Pancho.

Let's start all over again.

Cisco, I am relaxed.

This is something I do very good.

But these bandages, they don't want to become relaxed.

Wait a minute, Pancho, what are you trying to do?

First, you had it around my mouth, then around my neck.are

you trying to choke me?

Here, I'm gonna help you.

Now, here, I'll put it around my head this way, now you wind it

around my head.

Around my head.

Yeah, that's the way.

Well, Cisco, I don't understand--why must you wear

clothes like Martine's, and why must I wrap your head up

like a cabbage?

Pancho, we're fixing a big surprise for Mr. Holden.

Yeah, that I know, and I know, too, the sheriff say he

was gonna cooperate with you.

But, I don't know, Cisco, I'm all mixed up in my--

Well, in about half an hour, Pancho, the sheriff is going to

release Turk Martine on grounds of insufficient evidence, and

then he'll make sure that Holden hears about it.

So?

So, unless I'm badly mistaken, Holden will come back

here and make another attempt to kill Turk Martine,

but Turk will not be here.

I'll be here instead, waiting, do you understand?

A little baby understand that, but I don't why he want to

kill you instead.

Not if I stay awake, Pancho.

Well, I will stick you full of pins.

Oh, thank you very much, my friend, but I can manage

without that.

Now, tell me, how do I look?

Well, no, if I didn't know it was you, why I wouldn't think it

was you.

George.

What's up?

Young Martine's being turned loose by the sheriff.

Said the evidence wasn't strong enough to hold him.

Get Ray and saddle the horse for me.

We're paying a visit to the Martine ranch.

Wait here.

This time I'm gonna make sure of getting Turk by doing the job

myself.

He's all yours, Sheriff.

Not for long, Cisco.

He's for the hangman.

Cisco, look what I find in

the sagebrush.

All right, Holden, get out.

Why can't the two of you stay for our wedding, Cisco?

Well, I've always made it a practice to keep away two

things-weddings and funerals.

Any reason for that?

Pancho will tell you-one is the beginning of the end, and

the other is the end of the beginning.

Oh, Pancho.

Oh, Cisco.

Good-bye, amigos!

See you soon!