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OLD RANGER:
And now,Death Valley Days.

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Hi-yah!

Yah!

Yah!

Howdy, folks.

I'’m the Old Ranger,

and I have another interesting
true story for you

about the historic
Death Valley country.

It is the year 1881.

More than 30 years have passed

since the first cry of,
"Gold in California"

went echoing around the world.

But still the stagecoaches
rolled, carrying treasure
from the mines.

No longer in the form of dust,
but bars of solid bullion,

zealously guarded
by Wells Fargo,

for at every bend in the road
lurked bandits
who believed that...

The Sonora stage bound
for San Francisco

is just loading
on this hot, midsummer day.

The one lady passenger
is pretty Jeanie Porter,

niece of the local
Wells Fargo agent.

Good-bye, Uncle Cliff.

Have a good trip,
my dear.

I'’ll look for you back
in a couple of weeks.

Oh, I'’m sorry, sir.
This gentleman was
about to sit there.

That'’s all right.
I'’m riding on top.

Thank you.Oh, Jim.

I'’ll see you when we stop
to change horses, Jeanie.

That it?

Another box coming.

$125,000 in bullion.

And Jeanie wonders
why I'’m riding on top.

She knows nothing
about it, of course.

You thought it would make
her nervous?

When you'’ve been
with Wells Fargo
a little longer,

you'’ll realize
that the less anybody knows
about treasure shipments,

the better.

That'’s why I waited
until the last minute
to put it on.

Well, good-bye, sir.

Good luck.

Yah! Hi-yah!
[ whistles ]

Yah! Yah!

Yah! Yah!

Westbound stage for Frisco. Yah! Yah!
[ whistles ]

Yah! Yah!Ten bars bullion.

Driver, Hank Green.

Jim Burney, detective,
riding shotgun.

Yah! Yah!

Hey!
[ whistles ]

Yah! Yah! Yah!

Whoo. It'’s a hot day.

It is August.

Would you object if I loosened
my collar and tie?

I know it'’s not polite
in the company of a lady.

No. I'’ve already removed
my gloves.

I couldn'’t stand them
any longer.

Thank you.

Whoo.

Yah! Yah!

Yah!

Yah! Hey!
[ whistles ]

Yah! Yah! Yah!

Yah! Yah!

[ whistles ]
Yah! Yah!

Hey, pull up!
Drop your gun!Whoa!

Drop that shotgun.

Now the gun and belts.

You, too.

All right.
Now throw down those boxes.

Hey! One at a time.

Get back inside.

Why, you dirty blaggard, I--

Oh! Oh!

Stay inside.

All right. Get going,
and don'’t stop.

Yah!

Yah! Yah!

This just came in, sir.

Hmm.

[ inhales sharply ]

Bad news, sir?

From Jim Burney.

Stage was held up
the other side
of Chinese camp.

Lost the whole shipment.

Ten bars of bullion?

Holy smoke.[ sighs ]

He'’s at Old Dale Station,
awaiting orders.

Wire Burney to return here
at once.

Yes, sir.

Ho.

You come face to face
with a man
but can'’t describe him.

Well, he had his hat pulled down
and a bandana over his face.

His voice.
You heard his voice.

It was low and harsh.
Probably disguised.

That'’s a big help.

Well, I'’m just telling
you, sir.

Tell me how he got wind
of the fact there was
treasure aboard, huh?

Tell me that.I don'’t know, sir.

He wasn'’t working alone.
That'’s certain.

Well, there was only one set
of footprints at the scene
of the holdup.

I examined the ground
thoroughly.

He had a confederate
on the stage.

Someone who gave him a signal.

Did you question
the passengers?

Did you?

Well, according to Jeanie,
they were all dozing inside
when it happened.

Like the detective
up topside.

We had no chance
to put up a fight, sir.

I know, I know.
I'’m not blaming you.

All I care about
is recovering that gold.

It'’s somewhere.

Ten bars of bullion
can'’t just disappear
into thin air.

Well, I'’ll do my best.

Your job depends on it.

A hundred and twenty-five
thousand dollars
is a whale of a loss

for Wells Fargo to take.

So you just get busy
before whoever stole
those bars melts them down.

Why would he
melt them down?

All he can do
is make gold bars
out of them again.

By melting them down,

he'’ll destroy the numbers
and weights stamped on them

so they can'’t be identified.

Of course. Stupid of me.

I'’ll give you ten days
to uncover some evidence.

Meanwhile, we'’ll post notices

offering a reward.

I see they have
a reward posted.

Lot of money.Mmm.

Well, Mr. Crothers.
How'’s the arm?

Oh, it'’s fine, Mr. Burney.

Say, I think I have
some information

that may be of interest
to Wells Fargo.

Well, in that case,
come right into the office.

I have some information also.

Oh? You two are together?

No. We just happened to meet
here while reading the notice.

Uh, say, Mr. Burney
of Wells Fargo, this is Mr.--

Barnes. Edward Barnes.
Mining engineer.
Glad to know you, sir.

Shall we step inside,
gentlemen?

By all means.

Mr. Nichols, I don'’t know
how useful this will be to you.

It may be just a wild stab
in the dark,

but I thought I'’d come in
and tell you anyhow.

All during that holdup,
there was something
very familiar

about that bandit'’s voice,

but hanged if I
could place him.

Then last night,
all of a sudden, it came to me.

About a week or so ago,
I was in a restaurant
up in Columbia.

Sitting next to me
was a man with red hair.

I guess the red hair
was the reason
I sort of noticed him.

Well, sir,
two of the waitresses
came over to him,

and both of them started
to take his order.

And he said,
"Hey, one at a time."

The very words
that express agent used

when he told you to throw down
the express boxes.

Their voices sounded alike?

And no mistake about it.

To my way of thinking,
they'’re one and the same fella.

Aside from his
having red hair,

can you remember anything else
about his appearance?

Oh, he looked
like any miner.

How tall was he?

I told you
he was sitting down.

But he was a husky build.

I'’d say he weighed, oh,
190, 200 pounds.

Well, that'’s about all
there is to it.

Not much to go on.

[ sighs ]

Mr. Crothers,

before the holdup,
did you notice

any of the stage passengers
who were acting suspiciously?

"Suspiciously"?

Yeah.
Leaning out the window,
waving a handkerchief?

Why, I had my own
handkerchief out.

I was mopping my brow.

In other words,
you noticed nothing.No, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Crothers.

Would you mind waiting a minute
while we speak
with the other gentleman,

in case some more questions
come up?

Why, not at all.

Will you come in,
Mr. Barnes?

Mr. Nichols, Mr. Barnes.

I understand you have
some information

regarding the Sonora
stage robbery.

Oh, perhaps, perhaps not.
Anyway, I thought it worth
passing on.

Worth $5,000, you hope.

Well, so do I.
What is it?

Well, on the afternoon
of August 18th--

That was the date
of the holdup?

I was riding along the road
going in the same direction

the stage had taken,
only some miles behind it.

Shortly before I got
to the bend of the road,

a man came riding toward me
at full gallop.

His saddlebags were bulging,
and he carried a gun.

What did he look like?Well, he passed me too quickly
to get much of a description.

But there'’s one thing
I did notice
because his hat had fallen off.

He had red hair.Red?

A real brick color.

Mr. Barnes, could you give us
any idea of the size
of this man?

Not with any degree
of accuracy.

He was riding like the wind.

Would you say he was
large or small?

Oh, on the large side.

Probably tipped the scales
at 200 pounds.

What kind of horse
was he riding?

That'’s not important.
He could change horses.

Thank you, Mr. Barnes.
Thank you very much.

I'’m glad if I'm been able
to help, sir.

Well, you
and Mr. Crothers both.

Do you want to question
me some more?

That won'’t be necessary,
Mr. Crothers.

Your description
of the suspect
tallied perfectly

with that of Mr. Barnes.

Would you leave
your addresses, please?

Uh, San Francisco,
general delivery.

I'’m leaving shortly
for Mexico to attend
to some mining interests,

but mail addressed to me
at Chihuahua will reach me.

Good.

Well, now we'’re really
on the track of something.

Speaking of tracks, sir--

I'’ve gotten more information
out of those two men
in five minutes

than you'’ve given me
in the past five days.

I'’d still like to know
what kind of horse that bandit
could have been riding.

It'’s the rider we're after,
man, not the horse.

But my point is--

And you call yourself
a detective?

I'’m doing my best,
Mr. Nichols.

It'’s not good enough
for Wells Fargo.

You'’re fired.

Oh, Jim, how dreadful
to have fallen down
on your very first assignment.

But I didn'’t.

If I'’d been given
just a little more time,

I'’d have got to the bottom
of this case.

I feel so responsible.

It'’s not your fault.
It'’s just my hard luck.

I-I asked my uncle
to hire you.

You did?

Yes. I told him
how wonderful you were.
I really believed it.

But you don'’t anymore.

Well, weren'’t there any clues
you could follow up?

There'’s the testimony
that'’s just come in

about a thick-set
redheaded man.

Nothing else?

The footprints and other tracks

around the empty
express boxes, and--

And this.

Well, that'’s my glove.

Yes.Well, where did you find it?

I lost it at the time
of the holdup.

And I picked it up
in the road

about a mile this side
of the holdup place.

Well, how in the world--

Your uncle has a theory
that someone in the stage

was in cahoots
with the robber.

Signaled him
there was gold aboard.

Well, I still don'’t understand.

As a detective,
may I point out

that a glove thrown
from the window

would make
a mighty good signal?

Jim Burney, are you implying
that I threw that glove out
on purpose to warn a bandit?

I'’m only trying to point out--Well, I'’ve never been
so insulted in all my life!

Will you please
let me finish?

I'’ve heard all I want to.Jeanie, listen.

I'’m just trying to tell you

that any other detective
on the job

would put you
through a grilling.

Any other detective wouldn'’t
be as stupid as you are.

We'’ll see.

Let me have that glove. I...

Oh, Jim-- Jim,
where you going?Away from here.

Oh, Jim, I'’m sorry.
I didn'’t mean what I said.
Oh, please come back.

When this case
has been solved,
and not until then.

Good-bye.

Jim! [ door closes ]

A sack of mail
for the boys
up in the mines,

and worth its weight
in gold.

Speaking of gold,
Uncle Cliff...

We'’re still as much
in the dark as ever.

And it'’s been months now
since the holdup.

We'’ve raised the reward,
put our top men on the job.

And even they
can'’t solve it.

You never should have fired
him, Uncle Cliff.

Who? Jim Burney?

It wasn'’t fair.

I'’m afraid I did
act impulsively,

but I thought
we'’d uncovered
a really hot trail.

The redheaded man.Yes.

Who disappeared, apparently,
from the face of the earth,

along with 500 pounds
of bullion.

Does Burney still
hold it against me?

I don'’t know.

I haven'’t heard from him
in all these months.

I didn'’t realize you cared
that much about him, Jeanie.

If anything'’s happened to him,
I'’ll never forgive myself.

Oh, nothing'’s happened
to him.

But it'’s not like him
not to write.

I'’ll tell you what I'll do.

I'’ll send word to all
the Wells Fargo offices

to keep an eye out for him.

If he'’s anywhere
in this country,
they'’ll locate him.

Oh, Uncle Cliff.

[ chuckles ]

Tell you the truth,

I sort of had that young fella
on my own mind.

Jeanie? A wire just came in
from our head office
in San Francisco.

"Expect Jim Burney
on afternoon stage Friday."

That'’s all it says.And that'’s enough.

Yah! Yah!

Yah!

Whoa.

Here you are, sir.

Here'’s your bandit
and his confederate.

And here'’s your gold.

When Mr. Barnes was in here
testifying that day last summer,

he gave Chihuahua
as a forwarding address.

Well, that was a darn fool
thing to do.

So I decided
to follow him there.

Why?

There was nothing to keep me
here any longer.

I reached Chihuahua just as
he and his partner

were preparing to go
off into the mountains.

And who should his partner
prove to be but our friend,
Mr. Crothers.

A most delightful surprise.

They had quite a pack outfit.

Camp supplies, mining tools.

All they lacked
was a cook,

and they managed
to line one up the day
before they left.

A Mexican by the name
of Pancho.

He was a surly fellow,
spoke almost no English,

but he could rustle grub,
and that was all that mattered.

Until one day...

Why, you dirty,
thieving son of a gun.

I'’ll teach you to keep
your hands off our gold.

What'’s going on here?

This low-life greaser'’s
been helping himself
to our dust.

No, señor.I caught him at it
inside the tent.

He had a sack of it
right in his hand,

and he'’s gonna pay for it
with his hide.

Don'’t be a fool.
What are a few pinches
of dust

compared with the gold
we'’ve got?

And where are we gonna
find ourselves another cook
out here in these wilds?

Well, I don'’t like the fella,
and I never have.

Won'’t be for much longer.
A couple of more bars
to grind up,

and we'’ll be
on our way back to Frisco,

ready to live like princes.

You, Pancho,
get a move on.

Si. Si, señor.

Rustle us grub.

So, that'’s how
they worked it.

Took the bullion to Mexico
and ground it up.

You got the story
from Pancho?

I was Pancho.

You?

I suspected him
from the beginning,

and you wouldn'’t let me
horsewhip him.

Well, I'’ll be darned.

Once back in Chihuahua,
we parted company.

We made our ways
north separately--
I by land, and they by sea.

I got to San Francisco
ahead of them,
so I waited at Wells Fargo.

I knew it would only be
a matter of time
before they turned up

with their
newly mined gold.

But I didn'’t think
you'’d be so stupid

as to deposit
the whole 6,000 ounces.

Almost exactly the amount
of the stolen bars.

That was a coincidence,
and we can prove it in court.

I can also prove I have
a bona fide gold mine in Mexico.

You won'’t have a leg
to stand on in court.

Not in the face
of Mr. Burney'’s evidence.

He'’s got no evidence.

Oh, sure, he followed us
to Chihuahua, all right.

Disguised himself
like a little boy
playing detective.

But he never laid eyes
on any bars of bullion

because there weren'’t
any there.

What we ground up
we dug from the mine.

That'’s perfectly true.

I never did see
any bars of bullion.

They were mighty smart
about it.

Carried on the whole operation
somewhere underground.

And then he has the nerve
to arrest us.

We should be suing you
for stealing,

helping yourself to our dust.

Only a few pinches.

"What are a few pinches?"

But I had to go
through every ounce
of gold dust

before I found
what I wanted.

If you'’ll take a look at that
through a magnifying glass,

what do you see, sir?

The insignia of the mill
that shipped the bullion.

Exactly. Not complete,

but enough there
to be unmistakable.

I was able to piece
the bits of gold together.

Unfortunately for Barnes
and Crothers,

they didn'’t grind it
quite fine enough.

What did you want to do,

add murder to the charges
already against you?

Take them out
and lock them up.

Get his wound
attended to.

That'’s twice he's been winged
in the same shoulder.

It was a neat trick of Barnes,
shooting him during the holdup
to throw off suspicion.

You still haven'’t told us
what made you suspicious.

It was a simple matter
of arithmetic.

What do you mean?You remember Barnes telling us

about the redheaded man on
horseback riding like the wind?Yes.

Saddlebags bulging?
Presumably with bullion.

Ten bars of it,
each bar weighing 50 pounds.

That'’s 500 pounds.
Add to that
the weight of the man.

Barnes and Crothers both agreed
he weighed over 200.

And that horse would have been
carrying a total of more than
700 pounds at a gallop.

An impossible feat.

Even walking, a horse can
carry only about 250 pounds
any distance.

Oh, Jim, how smart of you.

Then how did he tote
the bullion off?

By wagon.
I found the wheel tracks
in the bushes

where he dragged the boxes
from the road.

And you never told me this?

Well, I tried to,
that last day.

You took a long chance,
trailing those two
down to Mexico.

One little slip on your part,

and your life wouldn'’t have
been worth a dime.

Don'’t think
I didn'’t know it.

May I see you
back to your house?

Thank you.

Just a minute.

Your $10,000 reward.
A nice little nest egg.

I can'’t accept that, sir.
As a Wells Fargo employee--

You'’re not a Wells Fargo
employee any longer
because I fired you.

But as of tomorrow,
you resume your duties here.

Yes, sir!

Thank you, sir.

Suppose I hadn'’t taken
my gloves off that day

on the stage with Crothers.

Then he'’d have thrown out
his own handkerchief
as a signal.

Your glove gave him
a wonderful opportunity

to use something that could
never be traced to him.

And you never told
my uncle about it?

No.I'’m glad.

But I kept it.Why?

So I'’d have something of yours
to carry over my heart.

Oh, Jim darling.

OLD RANGER:
All of which goes to show

there'’s no such thing
as a perfect crime.

Somebody someday, in some way,
catches up with the criminal.

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