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Here's adventure!

Here's romance!

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

(whimpers) (grunting)

(groaning) No, use... just go on.

I-I can't go on no more.

But you must, Pancho.

(groans) Come on... please, Pancho.

Get up, come on.

Wa-wa-water.

(whimpering) Water... water...

Ohh.

Please, Cisco.

Ohh! Oh, water.

(panting) Uhh!

(gunshot) Cisco... Cisco...

What is it, Pancho?

Oh, Cisco, I think we are dead.

This look like heaven.

It must be heaven, Pancho.

There is a beautiful angel watching over us.

Thank goodness you've come to.

Here.

Cisco, an angel in petticoats.

How can that be?

Pinch me, Cisco.

Sure, Pancho.

No, Cisco, no, I didn't tell you to twist the skin off of my

boneses-- that hurt.

How can it hurt, Pancho?

You're dead.

Then somebody should tell it to my leg, because he didn't

die with the rest of me.

I wonder where-- wha-- Hey!

Loco! Loco, Loco!

Loco, Loco...

Loco, Loco!

You know, I think I never see you again, Loco.

(laughing) Ah, Loco... oh, Loc-- Where you find them, senorita?

That's not important.

But the two of you must leave here at once.

Here's a compass.

It will help you find your way out of Hidden Valley.

Leave now, miss? But-- Oh, please don't argue with

me.

I haven't time to explain.

But you must leave!

I...

Greetings, gentlemen.

I trust that my niece has made you welcome in my absence.

I'm George Challis, at your service.

My friends call me Cisco.

And I'm Pancho Fernando Gonzalez de Conejo, Jr.

We owe our lives to your niece, sir.

We got lost in the Badlands.

I found them unconscious a little while ago, close to the

north gate.

They were just going to leave.

But, my dear Nedra, that wouldn't be hospitable.

You must remain as my, uh, guests for a few days.

Well, it is very kind of you, sir, but--

I refuse to take no for an answer.

(chuckles) Eeh hoo.

El Juanito!

Ah, you know, Cisco, these wealthy people must be rich, eh?

(chuckles) Oh, Cisco, pinch me!

No, no, no, I pinch myself.

Ai! I didn't know my skin was so tender.

Whew.

Heh.

(giggling) Good evening, gentlemen.

Good evening, sir.

I suppose you've been wondering why I asked you to

come to dinner with your hats on.

Ah, we are.

It's an old tradition in the house of Challis.

That's a good idea, because my head is always cold.

Have you any idea exactly where you are?

(chuckles) No, we really don't.

It isn't every day that one wakes up in a desert oasis, off

the beaten track and miles from nowhere.

Yeah, not even on the map!

It isn't-- I call it Hidden Valley.

Barty and I found it years ago when my ship, the Golden Hind,

was wrecked in the gulf.

The Golden Hind?

That's funny, my Uncle Tito told me when I was a little younger

that the Golden Hind was a pirate ship.

That she was, my bucko.

The sweetest little ship that ever run up the black flag.

Marty is inclined to exaggerate.

I was a privateer with authority to seize or destroy enemy craft.

Oh, those were wonderful days.

This was my favorite blade.

A perfect toledo.

Pistols are excellent, but give me cold steel for dependability.

A blade in the hand of an expert swordsman never fails.

Excuse me.

You look lovely, my dear.

Please, be seated.

Thank you.

Pancho.

Gracias.

Well, this is delightful.

We don't very often have the pleasure of entertaining guests.

Oh, Nedra, where was it exactly that you found Cisco and Pancho?

Oh, I don't remember exactly.

Strange that, uh, one of my guards didn't report it.

However, it's of no importance.

To the Golden Hind.

I've come for you, Challis, like I promised.

Killing me won't do you any good, Rand.

My Indians will tear you to pieces.

But you won't be alive to see it.

And neither will Barty.

(gun cocks) All right, Barty.

Take him outside.

We'll take care of him tomorrow.

Aye-aye, Skipper.

My deepest thanks to you, sir.

Think nothing of it, sir.

Who is this man?

One of my workers.

Perhaps Nedra can tell you more about him.

And perhaps Nedra can tell us where he got the pistol.

(Pancho snoring) (gunshots)

Cisco! Cisco!

Cisco! Ooh, Cisco!

Cisco, oh, Cisco.

Pancho!

I'm so glad to see you, Cisco.

What happened to you?

Oh, I don't know, Cisco.

I was asleep, and a man come in here with a-- with a great, big

knife.

Man? What kind of a man?

Well, I don't know.

He-- he had on a mask and little holes for the eyes, and a black

overcoat.

Mask and a black overcoat?

Yeah.

How could he have disappeared so completely?

Oh, he did, he went right through the wall!

Well, that's impossible.

I think you must have had a nightmare, brought on by too

much dinner.

Come on, Barty.

Now, Pancho, take it easy.

Start from the beginning.

Guess you'll believe me now, Skipper.

Yes, yes, I believe you.

I told you he had a mask on.

What are you looking for, Cisco?

I'm looking for bullet holes, Pancho, but they're aren't any.

You mean to tell me I missed the whole wall?

Say, Pancho, hand me my gun belt.

Mm-hmm, there's your answer.

(speaking Spanish) They're all blank bullets, eh?

Yes, Pancho, they're all blank bullets.

Somebody changed the cartridges in our belt while we were at

the dinner table.

Cisco, I bet it was that man in black with the great, big

knife, huh?

He want to cut our heads off.

(speaks Spanish) Well, how would Pancho look

walking around with a hat and no head?

Not bad.

(chuckles) Scurvy dog.

Get some water.

Take him away.

This is my grainery.

In addition to hay, barley, and oats, I raise the finest of

wheat.

Barty, bring Rand over here.

Uncle, please don't go through with this.

Please!

You're in love with him, aren't you?

I've known about it for some time, Nedra.

I'm sorry, but Rand must be punished.

You know what to expect, Rand.

All right, Barty, proceed.

I'll crush your bones into a pulp, you scurvy rat.

You can't do this.

This boy is so weak, he can't stand on his feet.

How unfortunate... for him.

Barty will kill him.

We think alike.

This is not punishment.

This is murder.

Your concern is very touching.

Perhaps you'd like to take his place.

Stand still and fight, you blasted flea!

(groaning) That's enough, my bucko.

Yes!

(laughs) Your little boy Barty is weak in the knees and

fall down so easy, eh?

You fight very well with your fists, my friend.

I can do better with a gun.

Let me have back the bullets that you substituted with blanks

and I'll be glad to demonstrate.

Oh, you are the one who do this-- why?

Merely a precaution, my dear Pancho, since I am allowing you

and Cisco the freedom of my entire valley.

But I must warn you against trying to leave.

My Indian guards wouldn't appreciate it.

They're Yaquis, and they might shoot to kill.

You mean to tell us we are prisoners?

Oh, I prefer to call you my guests.

Until such time as I weary of your charming company.

And then?

Can't you guess?

Well, thanks, Cisco, for taking my place.

Barty would have killed me.

Forget it.

Say, why don't you people all band together and try to get out

of this valley?

We're virtually slaves, all of us.

Forced to work in his hay and grain fields, whipped, beaten,

and starved.

Yeah, well, how you all get in here?

Did you ever hear of the Walker expedition?

You mean the wagon train from St. Jude that disappeared

without a trace?

Yes, well, here's where it disappeared-- in Hidden Valley.

Like the other wagons did.

We didn't know our guide was one of his Yaquis.

We made camp here one night, and the next morning we were all

prisoners.

Robbed of our cash and other belongings.

We didn't have a chance.

Our leader, Jim Walker, disappears-- he was killed.

There is a way out of this valley.

Yes, there's a way east of the Buttes, but you'll never

make it.

Three of the men tried it, and they were killed.

The whole place is ringed in with his Yaqui guards.

Yeah, we don't got no bullets.

No, Pancho, but we have our hands and our ropes and our

horses.

Yeah, and a whole bunch of Yaqui Indians waiting to

kill us.

Ah, you know, that ain't so good for the health, Cisco.

So far, Pancho, we've enjoyed our health.

Wait, what are you doing there, carving your name on that?

I'm carving my name on this post because when I come back

here, I want to know this is the place I didn't want to be at.

Come on, let's go.

We'll be back, friend.

We'll go, and we don't come back, it won't be so healthy.

Don't!

You'll have every guard in the place after us.

You wait here.

(gunshot) Hey, Pancho, that shot'll bring

out every Indian in the valley.

I'm going to try to draw them off.

See if you can get through.

Uhh!

Just as soon as Pancho is captured, which should be very

soon now, both of you will be shot.

You underestimate Pancho, my pirate friend.

He'll be back, but not alone.

You never give up, do you, Cisco?

Stay here with him.

Pleasant thoughts.

Hey, do you like silver?

You see these eagles on my belt?

They're of real silver.

You can have them.

My gun is made of silver, too.

Thank God you're safe, Cisco.

This is Jim Walker, leader of our wagon train.

But you said he was dead.

I wanted Challis to think so.

Jim came out of hiding shortly after you and Pancho had

gone.

Then you were looking for Challis in our room last night?

I was looking for shells for this gun.

Uh, I wish I had some for mine, too.

What became of Pancho?

I sent him out in the fields to gather a bunch of men.

But we're not going to wait for him.

We're going to stage an uprising.

And we'll start it at the grainery!

(gunshot) Missed him!

He'll spread the alarm now!

Barricade the gates!

Uprising in grainery.

They have guns.

Place barricaded.

Call in the guards.

Saddle my horse.

He's calling in the guards from the fields.

They'll be here any minute.

(whooping) Here they come.

Leave the gates alone, boys!

Get behind the barricade.

Let them have it!

(gunfire, whooping) What happened?

I don't know.

They all went in, but none of 'em come out.

It's been awful quiet.

Well, we'll wait for the outer guard.

(all whooping) All right, back to the gate!

(whooping continues) All right, go in there and

help them.

Get 'em, men, get 'em!

What the hell?

Get 'em, get 'em, come on!

Come on, get 'em!

(whooping) By golly, we got here just in

the nickel of time.

En garde, Challis.

Oh, so you're a swordsman, too.

This should be very interesting.

I'm glad you didn't kill him, Cisco.

That right belongs to the public hangsman.

Walker!

Yes, you murdering pirate.

It's your turn to walk the plank.

Get up.

Well, one can't live forever.

Congratulations, Cisco.

You are a swordsman.

Take him away.

Good-bye, amigos!

See you soon!

(laughs)