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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!

(gunshot) (horse neighing)

My first day as an express rider, and this has to happen.

Talk, senor, explain me more.

I deliver the mail to the placer miners, and bring back

their gold dust.

Those outlaws sure made a good haul.

It ain't the first time, either.

What happened those outlaws?

They had too much of a head start, Pancho.

That's too bad, Cisco, this express rider lose all his gold.

Are you the Cisco Kid?

That's right.

My name's Will Roberts, I'm sure glad to know ya.

Say, what's that?

Oh, this is a sketch of their horses.

Hey Roberts, you are very good artist.

But, why didn't you draw the outlaws instead?

Wouldn't have done any good.

They were masked.

But, the horses will be easy to identify.

They're satos with blazed faces and white stockings.

That's pretty good thinking, Roberts.

Say, do you have any more of those sketches or paintings?

Stacks of 'em.

I pay my board bill at the hotel with 'em.

Wonderful.

How would you like to be the cheese in the mousetrap?

What do you mean?

Cisco, I still don't understand what you say.

You-- you talk around in rings.

I've heard of these bandits before.

They're the kind of people that will steal something more

valuable than gold if they were given a chance.

Hey Cisco, I still got me crazy, I don't know what you're

talking about.

What cost more than gold?

(laughing) Art, amigo, art.

Art?

Now, if Mr. Roberts is willing to be the bait, I'm

positive we can trap these fellows.

Well, I'm game.

Wonderful.

Pancho, now you are a famous art dealer.

Oh, I am?

You don't tell me.

Who else?

Now, listen to me closely.

Roberts and I are going to ride into town, and we'll report the

robbery.

A couple hours later, you will ride into town.

And then, my friend, you are going to discover the great

cowboy artist, Mr. Roberts, a genius.

But Cisco, how you gonna do all this?

It's very simple.

You are going to be Senor Pancho, the famous art dealer

from Tucson.

So, I am!

And all his paints are worth a fortune?

Now you're catching on.

All right, friend, Pancho's going to discover you, and we

are going to discover the outlaws, come on.

Too bad you lost your job, Roberts.

But Sheriff, he can identify their horses.

Horses make poor witnesses.

It's the bandits we're after.

Funny, the three express riders have never been held up.

It's only when they put on the new man, like Roberts.

Isn't it odd the regular riders have never been held up?

No, they're top men, top and capable.

Any outlaw would think twice before crossing them.

What kind of horses do they ride?

Not the kind that Roberts drew.

Where do I find them?

They hang out at Zack Marsh's place, a hotel down the street.

Thanks.

Oh, and one more thing.

Now they need somebody else in place of Roberts.

Do you think I can get the job?

With your reputation, you'd be a cinch.

Good, Roberts can show me where to apply.

Come on, Roberts, let's go.

Didn't take you long to get the job, Cisco.

We'll see what happens next.

Those are the regular express riders on the porch there.

Cisco, I want you to meet Zack Marsh.

He owns this shebang.

Let's not be calling this hotel a shebang.

For a man that's just been fired, you're pretty

smart-alecky.

How did you know that?

Word gets around.

And you've been paying your boarding room with smears of

paint long enough.

You can pack your duds and get out.

I think Will's paintings are wonderful.

No stepdaughter of mine is gonna marry a worthless cowpoke

who wastes his time drawing pictures.

I don't stand a chance with him, Cisco.

I can see that.

Now, I'm the new express rider.

Any mail for the mines?

No, Will took the last batch on the morning run.

Then I'll be riding.

I'll see you all later.

(door closing) Boys, we got another express

rider.

I think your ponies need a little exercise.

We'll warm 'em up, boss.

We'll trap him on his way back from the mines, the same place

we got Roberts.

Oh, you're from Tucson, Mr. Pancho.

Si, senorita, si, senorita.

Well-- oh, oh, senorita!

How beautiful, how beautiful these pinturas you got here.

These paintings-- the color, you know?

Never did I see pinturas like that, never.

There's nothing to compare.

I've always said they were good, too, but my stepfather--

Just a second, Cynthia.

You mean to tell me these are worth something?

Worth something, what are you talking about?

They're worth a fortune, senor!

How would you know?

How would I know, what are you talking about, how would I

know, I'm a connoisseur, a collector of-- I mean, I buy

and I sell paintings.

But, only the best, that is how I know.

All right, all right, no offense.

How much would you, uh, will give me for that one?

Which-- oh, this one?

Oh, well, that, $25.

Thought you said they were worth a fortune.

Well, $50.

That's more like it.

And, how 'bout these?

Well, those are $50 apiece.

But, of course, I must make a profit when I sell.

And, this one over here, the best of the lot.

I want $100 for that one.

$100, well, you rob me.

Well, I will take it on the contingent.

But now, I must meet the artist.

So that you can buy directly from him at a lower price?

Why not, I discover his talent, did you?

But, we don't even know where to find him.

Don't worry, we'll find him.

But, you must still deal through me.

Why, I'm like a father to that boy, and I won't stand to have

him cheated.

Very well, I will stay right here with you and help you not

to cheat him, huh?

If Cisco's on schedule, he should back from the mines

about now.

(gunshot) Ha-ha, Diablo.

Now, let's see if they'll fall for their own trick.

Get the gold through all right?

Oh sure, we got it through all right.

You didn't run into them bandits then, I take it?

I run into three greedy looking fellows that tried to

get acquainted.

But, they weren't much bother.

What a brainless bunch you turned out to be.

Quit rubbing it in.

Cisco just outsmarted us, that's all.

Where are you going, Cynthia?

Just for a walk.

What's in the basket?

A sandwich, I'm a little hungry.

Funny time for a picnic, all by yourself.

That grub is for Will Roberts.

He must be close by.

You're right.

Of course I'm right.

Now, listen carefully, it seems them paintings Roberts does

are worth a heap more than gold dust.

I'm reading your mind, Zack.

Then grab him, and squeeze all the paintings you can out of

him at the point of a gun.

Hit your saddles, boys.

Cisco, now that I have spend all my money, how long do I have

to keep on making believe I'm an art dealer?

Only until we catch the gold robbers, Pancho.

When is that gonna be?

When we find where they change their horses, that will

be their hideout.

Yeah, but who's gonna lead us to the hideout?

Will Roberts, your cowboy painter.

(laughing) We'll go to Tucson and be

married.

The art dealer will buy everything you paint.

Don't count too much on that art dealer, forget about him.

Why do you say that?

I can't tell you, yet.

You're keeping something from me.

Oh, Will, I've been hoping so much.

Mount up, Roberts.

Who are you?

Never mind, just do as you're told.

Where are you taking him?

He'll be safe if he doesn't make any trouble.

Better get back to the hotel, Cynthia, I'll be all right.

What's the matter, Cynthia, what's wrong?

They took Will Roberts.

Three men forced him to go with them, or they said they'd kill

him.

Did they look familiar?

Did you recognize any of them?

No, they were masked.

We'll have to get word to the sheriff.

Don't worry, Cynthia, nothing will happen to him.

He'll be all right, I promise you, come on.

Who said you could stop?

Get painting.

What's this all about?

Why do I have to paint with a gun at my head?

Just splash them colors around, and don't ask questions.

Well, how 'bout giving me some grub?

I haven't had a bite to eat since we've been up here.

They say artists do their best work when they're starving.

My stomach says different.

You'll eat when you finish that painting, and you'll sleep

when you've done another.

Now, get to work.

I've got to get outside to where I can see what I'm

painting.

I do my best work on landscapes.

It does look like a botched up job, doesn't it?

All right, come on.

This scenery suit you better?

Sure does.

Just what I've been looking for.

I'll paint it right over this one.

All right, get going.

Keep an eye on him.

Well, senorita, yesterday I send all the paintings to my

partner in Tucson.

I think it'll make you happy, didn't you?

What good will it do?

Well, that the young man, that artist you are in love

with, he'll be rich.

If he's still alive.

I can't even get the sheriff to look for him.

Oh, Mr. Pancho.

A friend of mine just brought this in.

He found it in a cabin I've got out in the hills.

I'd forgotten I left it out there.

What cabin?

You never told me about it.

Well, I-- I was keeping it as a surprise for you and Will

Roberts, when you set up housekeeping.

But, I thought you didn't have any use for Will.

Yeah, very well.

What do you think of it?

Oh, it's wonderful.

I'm afraid to ask how much.

Mister, this will cost you $1,000 right on the barrelhead.

(speaking Spanish) What?

Oh, you understand Spanish, huh, senor?

No, I don't savvy the lingo.

Oh, that is good.

Then you have to give me time to think it over.

Well, don't take too long.

Scarce articles go up in price.

Besides, there's no telling when we'll get any more from Roberts.

I'll let you know, eh?

Let me have this for few hours.

Well...

Well, that's Frozen Rock, all right, but what does it prove?

Those are the two horses Roberts described to us.

The satos with blazed faces and white stockings.

And look at the title, Cisco.

"Los Caballos de los Banditos."

That means, "The Bandits' Horses."

Could anything be more plainer?

And that's the corral where the bandits changed horses.

Sure, and when they ride into town on different horses, who

knows that the banditos and express riders are same people?

And since the regular riders have never been robbed, nobody

suspects them.

Well, if they have such a good setup, what do they want

with Roberts?

Yeah, but Mr. Zack Marsh thinks that Roberts' paintings

are worth more than the gold dust.

Especially since I've kept his men from getting any more of

it in the last few days.

Sure, that's why they kiss-napped him.

Wait a minute now, wait a minute, not so fast.

It all sounds mighty convincing, and I'll look into it.

But first, I've got to have more evidence to arrest Zack Marsh.

And, then I got to think of a plan to nab the men that are

holding Roberts a prisoner.

All right, while you're thinking, we'll do something.

Come on, Pancho, let's go.

Let's went.

Hey Cisco, I want take off these store clothes and put on my own.

I'll meet you at the horses, eh?

Mr. Pancho, Mr. Pancho!

What's wrong, senorita?

I think they're gonna do something terrible to Will

Roberts.

Who is?

Zack and the express rider.

After they saw you take the picture in the sheriff's office,

they left in an awful hurry.

Mm, I bet you I know where they're going-- Frozen Rocks.

You know where it is?

Yes, there's an old trail to the left, about a mile down the

road.

Don't worry, Cisco and Pancho will go down and save your

artist.

Hey, Pancho, this is a good place for an ambush.

You take Diablo and keep on, as if I were with you.

Oh, what a beautiful day it is, eh, Cisco?

It's so quiet, so peaceful, and nobody for miles around.

Ah, look at the hills, and look at the sky.

Oh, it makes me so happy, I could sing!

(laughing) (singing in Spanish)

* Ay, ay, ay, ay * Canta y no llores

* Porque cantando se alegran * Cielito lindo, los corazones

Ay chiquita, tan bonita!

(laughing) Cisco, that's one ambush that

didn't work, huh?

So far, so good.

Now, let's see who they are, Pancho.

Ha-ha, we were right!

They're the express riders.

Here, tie them up.

They're like two sacks of beans, huh, Cisco?

Thought you were pretty clever, didn't ya?

Painting this hideout so the law would know where to look for

certain horses.

That was the general idea, Zack.

Oh, you admit it, eh?

Might as well, you're gonna shoot me anyway.

That's for sure, soon as I find out how much you know.

What I didn't know is mighty clear now.

You're the boss of the express bandits.

Let's finish him, Zack, before Cisco brings the sheriff.

There won't be any evidence when they get here.

The main witness will be past testifying.

What about the horses he painted in them pictures?

They'll be a dead giveaway.

We'll run 'em off in the hills.

All right now, what about your paintings?

They're just worthless smears, like I said, ain't they?

As far as I know, they ain't worth a nickel.

That's what I thought.

Take care of him, Gil.

Throw some water in his face, and bring him to.

I got a job for him to do.

Pancho, one of us will yell, and then shoot.

That will bring the bandits out of the cabin.

Oh yes, one of us.

By any chance, could that one of us be me?

How did you guess, amigo?

Then they'll start shooting at me.

Plenty, plenty, Pancho.

What am I gonna do about the bullets?

Dodge them, of course, amigo.

Oh, dodge them.

What are you gonna be doing all this time?

I'm going to try to spoil their game.

That's the least I can do for you.

Get a shovel, Gil.

We'll let him dig his own grave.

Now look, Zack, let's finish this and skip.

He's right, I dig awful slow.

Oh, wise guy.

(laughing) (gunshot)

(gunfire) I'm sure disappointed in you,

Zack.

Nice job, Cisco.

Thanks.

And Will, I'm awful sorry I didn't act sooner.

Oh, that's all right, sheriff.

However, I have some news that might make up for things.

Right here in this letter, it's from a fella by the name of

Homer Preston.

Preston?

Why, that's that art dealer in Tucson that you send the

pictures to, Pancho, isn't it?

Yes, I think.

Must be.

Pancho was asking, were they fit to hang on the wall?

What he said, Cisco?

Cisco, I getting geese pimples from all this suspensions.

Now, hold your horses, all of you, he says--

He says, "Paintings signed by a Will Roberts are masterpieces.

We'll appreciate it, Sheriff, if you will find the artist, and

ask him to communicate with me."

Well, Roberts, congratulations, what do you

say?

Well, all I can say is, oh boy!

Oh, Cisco!

Oh, Pancho!

(laughing) Goodbye, amigos!

See you soon!

(laughing)