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narrator: Here's adventure!

Here's romance!

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

"The Cisco Kid"!

God, will I treasures, O' Face of Death, smite those

who would defile the gods of the Aztecs and steal what has

been entrusted to thy care.

It is I who speaks, Quetzal, the last of the high priest.

Quetzal, who has heard the voice of his ancestors calling him.

God will my tomb, O' Face of Death.

(mist hissing) What's the matter?

I got a funny feeling someone's watching us, Barry.

Oh, I don't see anyone.

I think you're just getting a bad case of nerves.

It's this blasted country.

It's giving me the creeps.

(gunshots) You just couldn't wait to gun

him down, could you?

What's the matter?

You getting chicken?

Cut it out, you lamebrain!

Get your hands off that gun.

I won't forget this, Barry.

I said cut it out.

We've got a job to do.

We're gonna stick together till we get it done, get it?

Fat chance we've got with the professor gone.

Yeah, smart guy?

Well, take a gander over there.

There are the peaks that we've been searching for, the three

peaks that form a perfect triangle.

You're right.

At the base of the center one on the south side, you'll find

the entrance of the tomb.

Yeah, the tomb of the Quetzal, the last of the Aztec

priests.

Well, what do you gotta say now?

Plenty.

You still had no right to kill the old man.

We're at the treasure, ain't we?

Would've gotten it anyhow.

All he wanted was the glory, the reputation of having found

the tomb.

That's a lot of tripe.

If I'd known this man murdered, I'd have had no part

of it.

Love of Pete, cut out this walla-walla!

Let's get out of this blasted country.

Take us the rest of the day to get up them peaks.

Now come on!

That box must be it.

Holy mackerel!

Jewels and jewels, a whole bushel of 'em.

It's all ours.

The Face of Death.

The professor warned us about it.

Oh, calm down.

You didn't believe that bunk he told you, did you?

Look!

I'm getting out of here!

(lid creaking) What's the matter, Pancho?

Oh, I don't know, Cisco.

Every time I ride through this country, all over I get

the geese pimples.

It's pretty dreary all right.

We'll soon be out of it.

Look, Cisco.

Get your canteen, Pancho.

Santos.

What's the matter, Pancho?

Look what I find in his hand, Cisco.

Face of Death.

Face of Death.

No, no!

Don't let him get me!

Take it easy, take it easy.

Nobody's gonna hurt you.

Here, take a little more water.

Now, who are you?

What happened to you?

Yeah, where you find the jewels?

Talk to Spencer.

Aztec's treasure.

No, no, no, take it away!

Don't let it get me!

Tell-- tell Spencer's daughter, Whitewater-- tell her that--

that-- (coughs) He's still alive, Pancho.

Let's get him to a doctor.

I'll get the horses.

(birds chirping) (knock on door)

Yes?

Miss Spencer?

Yes.

I'm Professor John Ferris, a friend of your father's.

He asked me to meet him here.

Won't you come in?

Thank you.

I'm awfully sorry, Professor, but my dad hasn't returned yet.

Returned?

You mean he's left on the expedition already?

Oh, yes.

He's been gone about two weeks now.

Oh, dear, what a disappointment.

I'd counted so much on making the trip with him.

Well, Dad did get off a little sooner than he expected.

Are you an archaeologist, too?

Oh, no, just a prosaic professor of mathematics.

Oh, you have no idea what a dull subject it is to teach year in

and year out to students who have no respect for its value.

You have my sympathy.

Oh, thank you.

I didn't intend to sound pathetic.

But I've always envied your father, traveling most of

the time, searching out strange places.

Oh, well, I expect it's my fate to be glued to a desk.

Have you any idea when your father will return?

Oh, I-- I've no idea.

(knock on door) Excuse me, please.

Miss Spencer?

Yes?

How do you do?

Would like to have a talk with you.

It's of great importance.

My name is Cisco Kid.

This is my good friend Pancho.

Pancho Miguel Ferraro Gonzales Cornejo.

Come in, please.

Thank you.

Won't you sit down?

This is Professor Ferris.

How do you do?

What did you wish to talk to me about?

Well, about three days ago, Pancho and I found a man

half-dead up in the hills.

Yeah, we tried to get him to a doctor, but he die on

the trail.

He mentioned your father's name, about some treasure and

something about the Face of Death, but he was so

disconnected, we couldn't understand what he was trying to

tell us.

Yeah, he had a scar on top his face on this side.

You know him?

A scar?

Oh, that must've been Barry.

He and two other guys went on an expedition with my father.

Well, we found these in his hands.

Aztec jewels.

Then they found Quetzal's tomb.

But where can my father be?

And what about Lou and Jordan-- why did they separate from

Barry?

My uncle, one time he get his legs all tangled up for

the wedding.

He didn't get home for two, three weeks.

What do you know about this Face of Death, Miss Spencer?

It's an Aztec legend that whoever looks at it will die

suddenly.

Oh, Santo.

Cisco, you think this Barry, he see it?

Have you any idea where your father expected to find this

tomb that the professor mentioned?

I heard him say something about a peak, a peak between two

peaks that formed a perfect triangle when seen from

the north.

It's the three sisters, Pancho.

You know where it is?

Yes, about 125 miles to the north of here.

I must find Dad and make sure he's all right.

Will you take me there?

Well, it's pretty rugged country for a girl to travel

through, Miss Spencer.

Even Pancho and I have never been able to make the trip all

the way through.

May I go along, too?

No, you-- you too old.

It's a pretty hard trip.

Oh, please.

Professor Spencer's a close friend of mine.

All right.

We'll leave early in the morning.

I think you better put those jewels in the hotel safe.

I will.

Thanks.

And you, too.

I'll feel much better when I know Dad is safe.

Con permiso.

Good-bye.

I was in the hotel lobby when the girl brought 'em down,

Rance, and take it from me, those jewels are worth

a fortune.

Very interesting.

And we won't have any trouble at all getting them from that

crummy old safe.

That's just like you-- can't see the trees for the forest.

What do you mean?

Why should we settle for a handful of jewels when old-man

opportunity is trying to kick our door down?

What in Hades are you talking about?

The treasure, where that stuff must have come from.

We'll settle for that.

And I guess you know where it is, huh?

No, but Miss Spencer should.

We'll persuade her to talk and then go after it.

Maybe she won't persuade.

Just leave that to me.

You and Eddie bring her over here in the morning.

Mind telling me how?

Mmm, tell her her father turned up sick.

It was too dangerous to move him.

How far is it to this cabin?

Oh, not far, miss.

We'd better stop and get the doctor.

Oh, that ain't necessary.

Your pa's more tuckered out than sick, and he's mighty anxious to

see you.

She's not going with us, Cisco?

As far as I know, she is, Pancho, unless she has something

else to do first.

There's Cisco and Pancho.

I better tell them where I'm going.

Cisco, you see what I see?

Let's get our horses.

Faster!

(gunshot) Cisco, he got away.

You feel all right?

Yes, thanks, just a little shaken up.

You're lucky you didn't broke your neck.

Who were those men?

I don't know.

They said that my father had turned up at a cabin up in

the hills, too weak to move, and he'd sent for me.

Oh, so that's it.

That's what?

Someone has the bright idea that you know where the Aztec

treasure is hidden.

How you know that, Cisco?

Nobody told you.

I'll draw you a map when we get back to town.

What I want with a map, Cisco?

O' thou who watches over all things, speed well my shaft and

make them strike true.

What is it, Pancho?

Oh, Mr. Ferris, I don't know.

It, it, it feel like somebody's breathing on top of the back of

my neck.

Oh, it's just your imagination, Pancho.

Maybe, Cisco, but-- Cisco, listen.

I don't hear anything.

Me, too.

I don't hear something, not even the little bird singing.

This place is like the graveyard.

Pancho, you're gonna make everybody nervous.

Cisco, I can't help it.

This country give me the hibble-jibbles.

Oh, dear, do you think we ought to turn back?

Oh, there is nothing to be afraid of, Professor.

Pancho kids all the time.

Now he's playing like he's being scared, right, Pancho?

I don't know, Cisco.

Maybe because I'm so hungry, huh?

If we had something good to eat like, well, some enchiladas,

some carne con chili, some tripas de leche, and some

frijoles on top, then I wouldn't be so nervous, eh?

Hey, you wanna make camp here?

All right, Pancho, we'll make camp.

Hunger is a wonderful sauce for the appetite, Cisco.

Cisco, you know those-- I can still feel them on

the back of my neck.

(woman screams) Good heavens, what was that?

It was a woman screaming.

No, it's a mountain lion.

Pancho, watch the horses.

Here you are, Professor, just in case.

Oh, no, I wouldn't know what to do with it.

I've never handled a firearm.

(screams) (mountain lion growling)

(growling continues) (groans)

That's not the scream of a mountain lion.

(gunshots) It-- it was an Indian.

He must be the one that has been watching us.

My goodness, you let him escape.

Now we'll all be scalped in our sleep.

Why didn't you shoot him?

A boy?

Professor, we don't use guns on boys.

You're absolutely right, Cisco.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said.

What would a young boy like that be doing out here all by

himself?

Pancho told you-- this is a very strange country,

Miss Spencer, and the people that live in it, they're also

very strange.

Well, come on, let's break camp.

(birds chirping) There they are, the three

sisters.

They look so bleak and terrible.

Do you think we have any chance of finding those men, Cisco?

All we can do is hope and keep trying.

Cisco, look, Cisco!

Look, Cisco, what I find.

It's a skull, Pancho.

That's somebody who used to be, huh?

Ooh, I don't like the way it look at me, Cisco.

Put it down.

We'll bury him later.

This is very interesting, Cisco.

These mountains were thrust up ages ago by an underwater

volcanic eruption.

I thought you were a professor of mathematics.

Oh, oh, I am, but I've always been very much interested in

this sort of thing.

Cisco, the parts of this place make a tombstone hard to

find.

(screams) Cisco, Cisco!

I find it, I find it!

I will get some grease, and we'll make a torch, huh?

No!

It's the Indian boy.

You have saved my life for Dark Eagle.

Therefore, I give you warning.

You must not enter the tomb of Quetzal.

Why not?

It is written that all who look on the Face of Death will

die.

Go now with your friends.

But we're looking for this young lady's father and his two

friends.

They are dead.

Their leader was slain by one of the others.

I found this on the body before I buried him.

Hey, who you are?

I am Tekla, descendant of Quetzal, guardian of the tomb.

I am the last of my people.

You mean you live here, a little boy like you, all by

yourself?

With such a treasure to guard, weren't you afraid?

A son of the Aztecs knows no fear.

The treasure, is it still in the cave?

Reach for it!

Get 'em high.

Higher.

Never mind him, get their guns!

I'm not armed.

Remember me, sister?

Now I'll take care of you for buttin' in where you had no

business.

Enough of that, Digger.

Go get something for a torch.

Hold it.

Look, Rance, that box over there, I bet that's where

the treasure is.

Not so fast, Digger.

You three, go over by that wall and face it.

I heard that Indian warn you about the Face of Death.

Any idea what it is?

I'm a stranger in these parts myself.

Come on, Rance, let's open the box.

No, I think we'll let our friend here do it for us.

Well, get busy.

The Face of Death.

Cisco, don't stand there.

The Indian boy, he use a blow gun.

Let's get him out of here, Pancho.

I'll get my canteen, Cisco.

All right, Pancho.

I gave back the life I owed you, O' Dark Eagle.

Don't try to talk now.

Promise you will bury me here with my ancestors.

I promise.

Take the treasure with you.

It is the will of the gods.

The Face of Death is finished.

Pancho, there is some dynamite in my saddlebags.

Get it.

What are you gonna do, Cisco?

I'm going to seal the cave after we bury Tekla.

But what about the treasure?

We'll leave it here.

It has been the cause of a lot of bloodshed.

It will cause more if we take it with us.

You are right, Cisco.

How very noble of you.

But I must disagree with any such trite sentiment.

Oh, Cisco, he's got our guns.

I must compliment you on their balance.

They're fine weapons.

Professor Ferris, are you out of your mind?

Sorry to disillusion you, my dear, but the name is Chanfield.

Sam Chanfield.

Sam Chanfield?

Yeah, slippery Sam, huh?

Card player, forger, and killer.

And bank robber, too.

Don't forget that.

And perhaps, my dear, not too bad an actor.

Oh, Cisco, I feel like such a fool.

He told me he was a friend of my father's, and I believed him.

We all believed him.

And now-- Get a couple ropes quick.

Yeah, what do you gotta say now?

Seems I was a trifle premature.

What it mean, Cisco, that prem-- prem-- premature?

Pancho, do you remember when we were kids and we went to

school together, and you boasted that you could whip Tony Garcia?

Yeah.

And instead, Tony Garcia whipped you?

Eh, Cisco, you have to remind me about that?

Pancho, when you boasted that you could whip Tony, you were

premature.

You spoke too quick.

Yeah, but Tony was premature because he hit too quick.

Oh, Pancho.

Oh, Cisco.

(both laugh) Good-bye, amigos!

See you soon!

(laughs)