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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!

Cisco, Pancho, good to see you.

You look excited, what's up?

Cisco, you told him.

My horse run so fast, I'm all out of breath.

All right, Pancho.

Hank Dawson, the express robber, broke out of prison yesterday.

You're right, Cisco.

He's on the loose again.

Yeah, but you sent him up, why else would he come

to kill you?

Three of his gang missed their chance just before

daybreak this morning.

Take a look behind you.

There's one of 'em.

I surprised him and two of his buddies walking that safe

out of the express office.

I'm holding it for evidence.

Two of his pals got away.

But when they meet Dawson, I'm expecting a return visit.

Why wait, Sheriff?

Why not pay them a visit first?

I would if I had someone to guard the prisoner.

Pancho, you'll stay here and watch them, will you not?

Cisco, I'll keep my eagle's right eye on him.

See now I am your boss.

Say, Sheriff, I think we'd better try

the Arid Rock Pass first.

That's the best place for you to stake out.

Yeah, chances are, if we wait at John Madlock's toll gate,

we'll find our man.

Come on.

Dad, what are you doing up here?

I thought you'd be down at the toll gate shack.

Agh, my watch stopped.

I'm expecting the express wagon.

I gotta know the time.

You've got some supplies coming in, haven't you?

Yep, gotta do some more blasting to improve the road.

You and your road.

You're wearing yourself out building it and re-building it.

Ha-- Buildin' it's easy.

But fightin' the Apaches off first, that was somethin'

else again.

Now, you've had plenty of time to forget

that part of it.

Forget it-- Ha.

Not after you've had your head bashed in by an Apache war club.

Ah, sometimes I, I get nightmares and think I'm still

fightin' 'em.

But I still got my canon down by the toll gate in case

they come back.

Run along, Sergeant.

That old relic belongs in a museum.

Ah, it's just as good as the first day I fired

a shot from it.

You need any help, Dad?

Nah, no, I'll get the horse and load her up.

Want your stuff unloaded here, Mr. Madlock?

If you please.

Give me a hand, will you, Mister?

This one over here.

If I'd have known I was sittin' near dynamite,

I'd have walked into town.

You still can, Mister.

I think I will.

Stick 'em up.

If you're heeled, drop your gun.

I ain't armed.

Use your eyes, what's more, I ain't carrying any money.

That mask don't fool me none.

You're the varmint that just got off that express wagon.

Maybe you know more than is good for you.

Apaches, creepin', crawlin'.

Apaches, where are they?

Didn't even see them pesky Apaches.

Must have snuck up behind me and clobbered me on the head.

Don't try to talk now.

You'll be all right after you rest a while.

It's the sheriff, and it looks like The Cisco Kid with him.

Who are they?

What do they want?

What are you doin' around here with a battle on?

There isn't any battle, dad.

It's all in your mind.

Now do as I say, quiet yourself.

That's funny, Madlock isn't here.

Let's go up to the house and take a look.

(footsteps approaching) Hello, Ed.

Hello, Sue.

Hello, Cisco.

Well, John, what happened to you-- You have an accident?

I was out back.

I found him wandering around talking about Indians.

He's been hurt.

He doesn't even know me.

He's had these spells before.

Sometimes they only last a few minutes, other times, for hours.

Has he ever had a head injury?

Yes, a bad one, with an Apache war club.

That could explain it.

But the question is, how'd he get hurt this time?

I don't know.

But whoever hit him stole his horse.

Could be Dawson.

I think you've got something there, Cisco.

Instead of you fellows gabbin', one of you better

sneak through the lines.

Get to Fort Breckenridge and tell 'em we need

reinforcements.

We'll do that, but first I want to ask you something.

You ever see this man before?

I can't say for sure.

Wait a minute.

I sort of recollect a mean looking gun toter.

I can't quite figure what happened.

Everything ties in with your hunch today right into Dawson.

Then he can't be too far away.

Let's find him.

But, Cisco, somebody's got to stay here and guard this pass.

That's your job, Sheriff.

I'll scout for Dawson.

Help me get him into bed.

Sure.

Who says anything about bed?

Just prop me up against my canon, and I could hold off

a whole tribe of Indians.

We'll call you if there's another attack.

It's The Cisco Kid.

He's found our trail.

He's too smart for an ambush.

He'll circle around unless we bait a trap for him.

You're the decoy.

Walk out, and when he sees you, run back this way,

and we'll be waitin' for him.

You're pretty good with a rope in case I don't

flatten him first.

Come on.

Well, you won't cause any more trouble for a while.

Let's tie him up.

No, wait.

I got a better idea.

Give me a hand.

This is one time The Cisco Kid will stay tied for a change.

One thing about playing cards all by youself,

it ain't gambling.

And even if you do win, you can't lose.

Make it look good.

Hey, you, you can't do this.

Hey, first the jury has to find you guilty.

Then the judge will sentence you, and then you can be hung

without no trouble to yourself.

Put your hands up.

You ain't the first one to be fooled by this

fake suicide trick.

That's how I got out of prison.

Never again will I do something to save the life

of a bandito.

You'll save your own by gettin' behind those bars.

You, you can't do this to me!

Everybody in town's gonna be laughing at me, you can't do

this to me!

You'll have company as soon as we find the sheriff.

Take this one out the front door.

I'll help myself to the express wagon.

I know where's there's some dynamite.

Aye, Cisco!

Where you is, Cisco?

(Cisco whistling) (Diablo whinnying)

Diablo, come here!

Hey, Diablo, here, here.

Untie the knot, go on.

Go on.

Go on.

Dad, where are you going?

To my post of duty where a fightin' man belongs.

Who's going to guard the pass against an Indian raid

if I don't?

The sheriff is standing sentry duty for you.

I'll relieve him.

What does any sheriff know about manning a canon?

All right, tell him I've got a sandwich ready for him.

That's right.

Go ahead.

Go ahead, Diablo.

Wonder-- wonderful.

Good boy, Diablo.

(jail bars rattling) Cisco, Cisco,

I-- I'm so glad to see you.

Where did you was?

A fine jailer you turned out to be, Pancho.

Cisco, don-- don't scold me, Cisco.

I'm so glad to see you, I can't believe it.

I am sorry, I should talk.

Hank Dawson had me trapped too.

Fine jailers we turned out to be, eh, Cisco?

And they get away with the safe, Cisco.

We'll worry about that after I unlock you.

Where is the key?

The key.

Dawson get away with the key too!

Why don't you get a file, Cisco.

I'll get a crow bar, that will be quicker.

Well...

Halt!

Who goes there?

Let me do the talkin'.

We're friends, Mister.

Advance, friends, and be recognized.

But I warn you, you'd better go back.

These hills are swarming with Apaches.

The old man's off his rocker.

What a break for us.

Shouldn't have left your father out there alone.

What's wrong?

Dawson and his boys.

My horse is out back.

If they come up here, get away as quick as you can.

The Indians are right behind us.

We've got to get this express through.

Look, old timer, do you know how to handle this canon?

You witless... I'm the best artillery non-com

in the entire command.

Cover the old man, I'll handle the rest.

Drop your gun and-- You see how it is?

Start walking.

Yeah, I see how it is.

What's the matter with you fellows?

That man's the sheriff.

He's no sheriff.

He's a friend of the Indians.

A spy dressed up like a sheriff.

We better shoot him.

Against orders to shoot an unarmed prisoner.

I'll question him later.

The Apaches will be coming down that trail any time now.

I can hold this pass against all the Indians

in the whole territory.

That's what I thought.

All right, boys.

Come on and bring the prisoner, and follow the Corporal.

Sergeant.

Yes, Sir.

Cisco, this is the toughest lock I never see.

Already been workin' a half an hour, and I'm still in the jail.

One more minute, Pancho, and you'll be a free man.

Yeah, when I am a free man, I will be too tired to go

someplaces, Cisco.

There.

Oh, ho, ho.

Gracias, Cisco.

Gra-- muchas gracias.

You're muchas gracias are mucho welcome, Pancho.

But for a change, let's hunt bandits.

What's wrong?

What's the matter?

Dawson and his gang.

At the toll house?

Yes-- They're holding the sheriff a prisoner,

and father is still out of his head,

raving about Indians.

But doesn't he know those men are outlaws?

No-- He's guarding the pass for them with his canon.

When they pass, maybe he will blast them off the road, huh?

I'm afraid so.

We'll have to risk it, Pancho.

Cisco, but if he shoots, maybe he will miss us.

Come on.

I'm coming with you.

No, I think you better stay here.

I've got to, please.

All right, but make sure that you ride behind us.

I should have killed you.

But I feel generous today.

Got a safe full of money down in that wagon,

and I'm in a good mood.

Enjoy yourself, Sheriff.

Where do you think you're going?

Sending two scouts to protect our rear against a surprise.

Yeah, I reckon that's all right.

What are you takin' the wagon for?

To block the road below.

What's that safe doin' in there?

Confidential messages from headquarters.

Good.

Take the horses back in case we have to move the guarded.

Yes, Corporal.

Sergeant.

Yes, Sir-- Gitty-up.

That was a warning shot!

If you hadn't stopped, the next one would have killed you.

Gitty-up!

Whoa-- Hold it.

I'm in trouble here.

We need the flag of truce so we can talk to him.

Senorita, may I borrow your handkerchief?

Thanks.

Now, you stay a little behind until we get everything

under control.

Come on, Pancho.

That'll hold it, but not too good.

Maybe if we work fast, we can blast that safe open here

and travel light.

Come on-- Give me a hand.

Halt!

Flag of truce, eh?

Who are you?

We're volunteers, experienced Indian fighters.

Come ahead.

Dad.

Don't you know me?

Can't seem to place you, lady.

But your face is familiar.

That fella over there looks mighty suspicious to me.

Don't look like no real Indian fighter.

Ha, ha, say, Cisco gonna handle banditos, uh, Indians,

or horses, or anything what you gotted?

Horses, eh?

In my regiment, we had the best horsemen in the army.

And there wasn't a man that had never got up on a horse except

with a trick.

A trick?

Cisco, he want a trick.

Give it to him.

Right, Pancho.

Very nice, Mister, but I still don't trust you.

Just stay where you are.

Cisco, don't worry, I will fix things up.

Si, Senor, did you see some bad hombres go by here, huh?

Bad hombres?

One was driving an express wagon.

What about him?

Spies for the Indians.

Funny, that's what they said about the sheriff.

No, the sheriff was chasing them 'cause they was outlaws.

Outlaws, eh?

Yeah.

Why, they just went down the road here.

Yeah, they, they got that safe they stole, and they got

the powder to blow it open.

Powder?

Seems like I give it to 'em, but I can't exactly remember.

Tell me, Senor, did you re-load your canon after you

took that shot of us?

Yep.

Ah, bueno.

Hey, Cisco, come on, we take care of those

(speaking Spanish).

Coming, Pancho.

I'll keep the horses and wagon out of danger,

and come back and blast it open here.

Gitty-up.

Hold on here.

I'm the canoneer in this outfit.

Against the Indians, yes.

But when it comes to bandits, I'll take the responsibility.

Dad!

Are you all right, Mr. Madlock?

I reckon so.

My head hurts a little.

What happened?

Susan, take care of him.

Come on, Pancho.

Hey, you been... Susan?

What, what's going on around here?

I'll explain that later.

Thank heaven you're yourself again.

Take care of them, Pancho, I'll get Dawson!

Not so fast, amigos.

Funny, not being able to remember a thing

from the time that fella hit me until I come to with Susan

talking to me.

Not half as funny as me being taken by those outlaws.

Fine sheriff I am.

You're a good sheriff, Ed.

You had to do it to save dad's life.

You mustn't worry about it, John.

With you it's just a case of loss of memory.

Temporary amnesia.

Temporary samee-- (chuckles)

With you, Sheriff, it just the loss of a gun, no?

Temporary sambushia.

Oh, ho, ho, Cisco.

Oh, Pancho.

Good bye, Amigos!

See you soon!

Ha!