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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!

Get the money?

First payment on account, 500 in gold.

Now that's what I call real music.

Just wait until you hear the encore, after the job's

finished.

Okay, when do we go?

Right away.

Pancho's riding into Indian Bluff with the ore samples

for the government assayer.

I'll handle that end.

And the Cisco Kid?

You'll find him at the Needle Rock mine,

only don't miss.

One thing about Cisco is you never get a second chance.

Let's travel.

Won't you sit down, please?

Gracias, señorita.

We weren't worried about you not making it.

We got the ore samples all ready for you.

And, man, what samples!

Let me show you.

(whistles) I've seen a lot of

gold-bearing rock in my day, but I never saw anything could

tie that outside of the mother lode.

Mother lodeses. (chuckles) Maybe she got a whole family

of little sisters living right here, eh?

I hope you're right, Pancho.

Mamacita Lode can have just as many little sisters living here

if she wishes.

Okay, Pancho, I guess it's all up to you now.

You know you've got a tough ride into the county seat.

Whoa, tough ride, 30 miles.

Loco can do that with one foot tied behind his back

and especially if I got my good horseshoe with me,

my lucky one, eh?

Come along, amigo, before you have Loco riding you to

Indian Bluffs.

Now when he gets back from Indian Bluff, when the assayers

report on that ore, well, you're gonna be a pretty rich young

lady, Miss Terry.

Somehow that doesn't seem so important now.

If Dad were only here to see it.

And hurry back, we'll be here.

Pancho, don't get in any trouble.

Oh, Cisco, don't worry, I won't get in no trouble.

I will hurry back and I will get back before you can say--

well, before you can say...

Jack Robinson.

Who?

Jack Robinson.

Jack Robertson, that's so funny, you want me to look up

the town for you?

No, Pancho, Jack Robinson is just an expression.

I've never been to this town, I don't have any friends there.

Yeah, that's a good way for me to get into trouble,

looking up friends you don't got, eh?

Oh, Pancho, please hurry.

Yes, and if I see this friend of yours Jack Robinson, I'll

tell him you don't know him.

I think we'd better be getting back.

Oh, sure.

Well, I guess I'll take Miss Terry back to Ogden Grove

now that you're here to look out for things, Cisco.

Bye, Cisco.

I'm afraid he wasn't as fortunate as you were, Cisco.

The force of the explosion appears to have broken his neck.

He's gone.

I don't understand it, Doctor.

I'm sure this man started the fire, as sure as I am

he was about to shoot me when I happened to see him.

But I have no idea who he is, or why he wanted to kill me.

Just making out a death certificate for that fella.

Thought you and he were about the same build.

Well, if I just knew who he was I could finish making this out.

Perhaps if I were to spell the name, Doctor.

Huh?

I thought you said you'd never seen him before.

I realize what I am asking you to do, Dr. Shaw.

The name for that certificate is Cisco,

spelled C-I-S-C-O.

* Cuando yo salí * de La Habana, válgame Dios

* Cuando yo salí de la... * Hey.

Amigo, amigo, what's the matter?

You hurt?

Can I have some water?

Yeah, I bring some water for you, here, drink.

Now-- no, no, don't-- don't-- don't drink too much because

you're gonna get sick to your stomachache.

Thanks.

What happened?

My horse threw me a couple of miles back.

Hmm, your horse? Hmm.

Well, why don't you go on my horse? He-- He ride double.

Much obliged, Mister.

Bueno, give me the water.

Come on, up, up, up.

He like the people, my horse.

(chuckles) I want you to understand

I'm very grateful for all this.

Don't worry, I understand everything.

Thanks a lot for the ride into town.

Don't thank me, thank Loco.

Well, I guess I'd better be moseying along.

I hope I'll be able to repay you someday, Pancho.

Oh, no, no, for the rides you are welcome, señor,

but, you know, I must ask you for the ore sample you take

from my saddlebag.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Ore samples, what do you mean?

Oh, I mean, señor, I mean that, uh, this is a very good

chance for you to meet the sheriff of Indian Bluff, eh?

Uh, this way, señor.

I knew he was a dirty crook when he told the story about

being thrown down from his horse.

I suppose you've never been thrown from your horse.

It isn't possible.

It is possible, I was thrown many times from my horse

but I never did see a man walk along a dusty road

with shiny boots like him.

Now listen, Pancho...

What?

Let's start all over again.

You want me to arrest this man, but what's the charge?

What'd he do besides have his shoes polished?

What he did, he take the sample of the gold from my

saddlebags.

Oh? Now we're getting somewhere.

What do you got to say for yourself?

The whole thing's ridiculous.

I don't know anything about any ore samples.

If there ever were any in his saddlebags, then they must

still be there.

Why don't we go and look before we waste any more time?

Because I got a better idea.

That bulge under your coat.

Suppose we have a look at that before we go anywheres.

All right.

And you're gonna feel pretty silly when you see what it is.

What about this?

Open up, Sheriff.

It's ore-bearing rock, all right.

I guess you're in trouble, Mister.

Come on.

And you're lucky you didn't get that gun out of your pocket.

You can really throw a gun, Pancho.

I'm a crippled old woman compared with Cisco.

All right, get in there.

I don't think so.

Look behind you.

All right, now, you get in.

You too.

All right, Winkler, let's go.

I thought I'd catch up with you here, Winkler,

watching Cisco's funeral.

Oh, Pancho.

I just got back from the mine when I got your note.

What's the matter?

Somebody close to you has died?

Then you haven't heard?

Oh, I just got back from Indian Bluff when I got

your note.

What happened to your face?

An explosion?

So that's what happened to the Cisco Kid.

And you got burned.

Your face, is it bad?

Can't talk, huh?

That's all right, I'll do the talking for both of us.

You know, it ought to be worth a little extra money when I tell

the boss about it.

Cisco...

Any way you look at it, the boss is getting his money's

worth out of that funeral.

Taking the Needle Rock mine away from the girl now ought to

be like stealing candy from a baby.

Pancho, look!

The man with the bandaged face.

That's the way Dr. Shaw described the one who brought

Cisco to his office.

And he's riding Cisco's horse Diablo.

Come on, boys, I want to talk to that hombre.

(gunshots) We lost him.

He was going too fast.

Sure, he was on Diablo, Cisco's horse, but he won't

always be on Diablo.

(chuckles) There will be a different story, and Pancho's

turn will come then.

You saved my neck again.

Thanks.

I don't know about you, Winkler, but I'm ready to get

out of here as soon as we get the rest of our money.

You coming?

Why not?

Oh, you gotta go back to the doctor, hmm?

I'll see you later.

Will he talk?

Kramer? (laughs) Oh, inevitably.

Don't take it so hard, Pancho.

But señorita, we come just this close from capturing

this bandaged bandit.

And if didn't was riding Diablo, he-- you know, he ain't just

a murderer, he's a horse thief, too.

I don't understand any of this.

Cisco's death and them stealing the ore sample from you at

Indian Bluff.

What's the connection, Pancho?

Señorita, this I don't understand.

Maybe I better have a little talk with Dr. Shaw.

Maybe he can tell me more about the man who killed Cisco, eh?

Adiós, señorita.

Goodbye, Pancho.

You're the first patient I ever had that insisted on

wearing a bandage when he didn't have to.

You forget, Doctor, I have to if I'm going to find out

who paid to have me killed.

I understand.

I suppose when Kramer stops talking all sorts of people

come crowding in here asking questions.

What'll I tell 'em?

Tell them anything, Doctor, except where to find me.

Well, what about Pancho?

Shall I tell him?

You'll have to tell Pancho because he'll make you do it.

Oh, so I meet up with you, huh, Señor Bandage Head?

I am Pancho.

You killed my friend Cisco.

I ought to shoot you down like a dirty dog which you are.

Well, I'm gonna give you a chance, the more I do

for my friend.

So, start walking this way...

and shoot whenever you like.

All right, Señor Bandage Head, you better draw.

And don't told me there's a chicken's head under that

bandage.

I will count to three, and you better draw.

One...

two...

Draw, señor, or you will die with your gun

in your holster.

Three!

(chuckles) You're all right, Pancho.

Sheriff, I'm all right, you know.

Pancho, he always-- he-- he cries when he's so happy.

Now you know it was Cisco.

I don't have to tell you.

Sure, who else could shoot a gun like that?

Was he here, Pancho?

The man with the bandaged head.

We heard some shooting.

Sure he was here.

He got away again, huh?

Looked like a ghost, too.

Malcolm came by to pick me up a few minutes after you left.

We're going to take some new ore samples over to Indian Bluff.

Maybe I better went with you because you can never tell when

those bandidos will show up.

Oh, thanks, Pancho, but that won't be necessary.

We better get going, Malcolm.

Bye, Pancho.

Bye.

Say, Doctor, Cisco tell you where he's gonna went to?

Only he said something about having a room at the hotel.

Sí, bueno.

Well, I guess you're pretty excited, aren't you, Miss Terry?

I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

I just close my eyes and keep my fingers crossed.

Well, I don't think you've got anything to worry about.

I hope you're right, Jeff.

Good afternoon, folks.

What do we have here?

That's what we want you to tell us.

All right.

Let me just fill this out.

Your name, please?

Teresa Lane.

Name and location of your claim?

Needle Rock mine near Ogden Grove.

Something wrong?

I don't know, I just finished running a test on some rock

from that mine.

There must be some mistake.

No mistake, Miss Lane.

Here it is.

"Name of owner: Teresa Lane.

Needle Rock mine, Ogden Grove."

But this is impossible.

Who brought the rock in here?

I did.

What did you find?

You have a real strike, Miss Lane.

Based on the specimens this gentleman left with me,

I thought around, oh, several thousand dollars a ton.

Just a minute.

We don't know this man.

I know this man.

Yeah, but how do we know the samples came from the

Needle Rock mine?

And I know the Needle Rock mine, the samples came by the

way of me and the sheriff's office.

Well, I guess in that case there's no use of having

these assayed.

Eh, as long as you bring them, why don't you let the man

look at them, eh?

But you heard what he said.

Showing him these won't prove anything.

Let him look at them anyway.

I can tell you right now this is a very inferior ore.

There's hardly any trace of color to it.

What are you smiling at, señor?

Drop that gun.

Come on, Winkler.

That's not Winkler.

Let's get out of here.

Stick your head out this door and I'll blast you.

Hyah!

You stay here.

I'll go out the back way.

Go get him, Cisco!

Cisco?

I thought he was dead.

No, Cisco like a little kitty-cat with nine lives.

Oh.

Cisco, did you catch that Malcolm?

Sure, Pancho.

How did you did it?

Oh, it was very easy.

I just took off my bandage and when he saw my face

he fainted.

(chuckles) Ohh, Cisco!

Oh, Pancho!

Goodbye, amigos!

See you soon!

(laughing)