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FORTY THIEVES

CASSIDY CAPTURES GUN RUNNERS

GARMES BROTHERS SURRENDER TO SHERIFF CASSIDY!

$1,000,000 BULLION ROBBERY FOILED!

NOTORIOUS CLANTONS TAKEN BY SHERIFF!

Friends, Romans and countrymen.

Three score and seven years ago, I came to bury Caesar.

That is it.

Going to better read this speech of mine.

Friends, I said that.

I stand here not as a representative

of our great Sheriff trying to sway your intelligent minds

but as a firm believer in justice.

My candidate is an honest gent.

During his term of office, he's always handled things with a firm hand.

Has always been reliable and above all, steady.

A little applause at this time wouldn't be out of order.

Thank you.

As I said before, lend me your ears.

No, not those ears.

I stand here as Hoppy's chief deputy and campaign manager.

Our platformers built on a firm, solid founding.

Oh, shucks!

Well, folks, Hopalong Cassidy for...

What are you doing in there?

Why did I have to get into politics?

I was just making my campaign speech up there.

Well, you wanted to be my campaign manager, did you?

Oh, shucks. You don't need no campaign manager.

We don't need no election.

- Ain't nobody going to run against you. - No?

Maybe we'd better get somebody to run against me.

For instance, who?

- You? - Me, Sheriff?

Well, me.

No, Hoppy, not me.

I busted my thumb up there. I'm kind of handicapped.

You wouldn't be afraid of the job, would you?

Afraid?

I ain't scared of any man the wrong side of the law, dead or alive.

Especially dead.

- How about you, Jimmy? - No, thanks Hoppy.

If I was Sheriff, all those tough hombres would come back into town again.

There's one outlaw that isn't waiting for that to happen.

Who's that?

Remember the Hammond gang, those cattle wrestlers

that used to run the panhandle?

Yeah, and everything else down that way.

You put a stop to it.

- That rider is Tad Hammond. - Hammond?

The old leader of the gang.

Say, I thought you put him in jail for 20 years.

Well, maybe the warden couldn't count.

- You don't suppose he escaped or something? - I don't know, I'm going to find out.

Hello, Hammond. I thought I'd put you away for good.

I was paroled.

So you come back to your old stomping ground, huh?

Not because I want to.

The warden told me to give you the good news.

He elected the Sheriff of this county my parole officer.

Just my luck that you'd be still in office.

And I'm supposed to keep you out of trouble.

Out of trouble and out of jail.

In that case, I'd advise you not to wear that gun.

Don't worry.

My trigger finger doesn't itch anymore.

Except when I see you.

Well, hello Tad.

- Hello, Gary. - What you do, break out?

No, I'm on parole.

- Sit down, I want to talk to you. - Sure.

Oh, Tom, send over a couple of drinks.

- How's business? - It couldn't be worse.

Look at the place, the old days are gone.

Ever since Cassidy has been Sheriff everything is on the level.

- And you know what that means. - Sure, no profit.

He certainly made life miserable for me here.

Miserable for you?

Think what he's done for me.

He's taken five years of my life.

I'm not even free now.

Cassidy is my parole officer.

I have to sit still and lick his boots.

There's nothing we can do about it.

Unless we elect another Sheriff.

Bad chance of that.

Well, he's up to re election, Eddie.

- Yeah. - Why don't you run against him?

You're crazy.

Cassidy is the most popular man in town.

Nobody'd vote for me, except a few barflies.

What's become of all that gang used to run with me.

Guys like Simmons and his gang.

They're cool on their heels over in Indian Territory.

Cassidy drove them out and they don't dare come back.

And the Garms brothers?

They have 15 gunhands in their outfit.

Cassidy drove them across the state line, too.

What's the difference? You never got along with them anyway.

We have one thing in common.

A hatred for Cassidy!

I bet I could dig up 40 men out of the Indian Territory.

Men that would stick together, run him out of town.

Maybe you've got something there, but I can't win an election with 40 thieves.

If we can't win with ballots, we can win with bullets.

It looks like we're all here.

- How many men have you got, Ike? - Fifteen.

I have ten.

Garms brothers have eight.

And here comes Clanton with seven more.

- That makes 40. - You didn't tell me Clanton was coming.

Now, listen, don't dig up that old feud with Clanton again.

All right, boys.

I guess you know why I called you all here together.

Our candidate is Jerry Doyle.

I'll handle a campaign in town.

And it's your job to keep the ranchers from voting for Cassidy.

Spread a rumor the election has been postponed.

Bribe the voters, scare them, use your guns if necessary.

I get it.

We take the chances while you take it easy.

I'm still on parole, Clanton.

I have to lay low till after election.

Cassidy won't even let me pack a gun.

And why should I take orders from an ex-convit?

I'd rather follow Hammond than a tin horn like you.

Come on, break it up!

Break it up in here!

Hold that gun!

Well, it finally took a killing to prove my point.

No wonder Cassidy ran you out of the panhandle.

If we'd stick together and quit fighting among ourselves, no one could stop us.

We're with you, Hammond.

Count me in.

All right, but why take the trouble to win an election.

It'd be easier to kill Cassidy outright.

Not while he's Sheriff.

But if we elect Jerry Doyle we'll have protection.

Jerry will never swear out a warrant for a man who kills Cassidy.

Will you, Jerry?

I see.

Because we're all going to be deputy sheriff.

Aren't we?

Hey, got a message for you.

Elections been postponed till after the fall round-up.

Yeah? Thank you, stranger. Save us a long ride.

All right.

River is pretty high, old timer. I don't think you'll be able to cross.

- What about the election? - Never mind that Cassidy won't need your vote.

Well, reckon maybe he won't.

Come on, Mortimer. Let's go home.

Kind of a nice day!

Let's go in and have a drink.

- Hello, Judge. - Hello, Hoppy.

I thought you forgot to vote.

No, your daughter wouldn't let me do that.

Here you are.

You back again? You voted once already.

I'm just trying to be sociable.

No loafing around the polls or the election clerk.

Move along. You heard what Hoppy said.

Oh, you and your election rules.

There's no doubt about how this one's going to turn out.

Don't be so sure of that.

Well, I bet Hoppy's in there voting

against himself right now just to keep it from being unanimous.

Well, I hope he didn't. I don't like the look of things.

What's the matter, Judge?

Hell, not a single voter from out of town has shown up all day.

Looks like Jerry Doyle's friends didn't stay away.

Who are those men, Hoppy?

Gamblers and gunmen.

That's all that's left of the old gangs that used to roam the panhandle.

Aren't you going to lock them up?

I don't want anybody say I won this election to point of a gun.

Well, you ran them out of town once, Hoppy.

Yeah, and we'll do it again after the election.

You're going to let those fellows vote?

I can't stop them unless they're ex-convicts like Tad Hammond.

Can't you even stop beating up your campaign manager?

I'll tear you apart, limb from limb. I'll...

- Wait a minute. - Oh, it's you.

What's the fuss?

Hoppy, I was just minding my own business.

When 30 of these coyotes leaped on me, I fought them off with my bare fists.

- 30 of them? - Well, all there is here.

Just a minute.

Are you sure you have not a couple of nips?

Hoppy, I was just getting... Who, me?

No, no, Hoppy!

Hoppy, I saw him bribing this voters,

plying them with liquor.

It's against the law to sell liquor in election day.

Didn't sell it. He was giving it away.

You tell him, partner.

And as for you, you all dried up sack of bones.

- I got notion to take care of you. - Wait a minute.

If you're in such a fighting mode, take off that coat.

- All right. - Cooler that way, ain't it?

- Hey, Hoppy! - Hey, vote for Jerry Doyle.

Free liquor for everybody.

- Hey, Cassidy! - Yeah?

What are you trying to do, kill off my votes?

I hope that won't be necessary.

If there's any more trouble, they'll all land in jail.

Yeah, and you with them.

Let's run them in anyway. You're still the sheriff, Hoppy.

Well, since you and your friends are so anxious

to run off a fair election, I want to guarantee that my votes are counted.

I could count them in one finger.

- That's Judge Reynolds job. - Sure.

And Judge Reynolds is your friend.

I want one of my friends on a balloting committee.

- Such as who? - Ike Simmons.

Ike Simmons?

I guess that's all right.

I didn't know Ike could count above ten.

Not without taking these boots off, he can't.

Judge my worthy opponent. Mr. Doyle doesn't seem to trust you.

He wants Ike Simmons to help you count the ballots.

- Sort of watch you, you know? - Ike Simmons?

Who is going to watch him?

Well, he's a good man for the job, California.

That's right. Takes a thief to catch a thief.

- Hey, Simmons? - I've had enough of you.

Take it easy.

Buck Peters and about 20 others are coming up the road.

I've just seen him.

They're all friends of Cassidy. Get ready, boys.

There may be trouble.

Hey, you! You Buck Peters?

Yes. Your name is Garms, isn't it?

I got a message for you from Cassidy. The election's been called off.

Since when did Hoppy start sending messages by a cheap gunman like you.

We are coming through, Grams.

- Come on, Buck! Let's rush 'em - A bit more down.

If you folks can hold them here

I'll cross the river downstream and ride into town for help.

Hello, Buck. Where are the other boys?

In a shooting strait with the Garms brothers.

The Garms brothers?

They blocked the Red River Ford, trying to keep us from coming into town.

When we started across the river, they started throwing lead.

Some nice election campaign you're running?

I've got nothing to do with the Garms brothers.

And I suppose you are just an innocent bystander.

Remember, I'm still on parole. I'm not doing anything hasty.

For a man that isn't doing anything hasty,

you're traveling in pretty fast company.

Be with you in a minute, Buck.

I'll go with you, Hoppy.

Oh, you stay here and guard the fold.

- How about me, Hoppy? - You do what Jimmy tells you.

You're the undersheriff.

Undersheriff? Under Jimmy?

Come on, California.

After the election, we've got to start in

on that celebration dinner you've been planning.

Yeah, you know, Jimmy? I'm plum worried.

I was going to make a dessert and I can't even remember what it was.

What kind of pie is it besides apple, lemon,

peach, strawberry, pumpkin, cherry...

A lemon, apple, pumpkin, squash, peach and custard.

Oh by gosh, prune and apricot and quince,

cherry, coconut and mince.

Mince! That's it!

If Cassidy connects us up with the Garms gang we'll be in trouble.

By the time he gets back, he'll be Sheriff.

- I know, Tad, but... - Leave it to me.

All right, Ike.

All right, let's vote.

- Give me a ballot. - Just a minute.

- I smell something wrong. - That's judge Clanton.

- You can't vote here, Clanton. - Why not?

- Cause the judge said so. - You've lost your civil right.

I know because I sentenced you to prison myself.

I remember, give me a ballot.

Cut it out. That's enough.

Come on, get out of here!

What did you pull me off him for?

I'd have tore their hides off.

Why if I didn't have this busted thumb.

Here, here, boys. Remember what Cassidy said?

No fighting around the pole.

I'm sorry this had to happen, kid.

But I want this election run fair and square.

Fair and square? Is that what you call it?

- These six men... - Come on, California let's get that dinner started.

Just a minute...

- Dinner? - Sure.

I'll settle with them later.

I'm sorry this had to happen, Judge.

Buck, you wait here till I get around behind them.

Right.

Come on, let's get out of here.

All right, let them have it!

All right, come on, get aboard.

Hurry up!

Get on your feet.

Drop your guns.

Get to your horses.

Well, five captured and three shot.

Thanks a lot, Buck.

Well, I better get these prisoners into town.

Come on, Hoppy.

Let's go in and clean out the whole bunch of them.

I'd like to, Buck, but I don't want to start a civil war on Election Day.

But we haven't voted for you yet.

You won't have time. The polls will be closed.

Well, I hope you know what you're doing, Hoppy.

But in case you need any help, we'll be waiting for you fellow.

Thanks a lot, Buck, for everything.

Come on, boys, get going.

- So long! So long, boys! - So long, Hoppy!

Get in the cell.

Cassidy, I've got a new parole officer.

Yeah?

The county's got a new Sheriff.

Go ahead, Judge. Give him the election returns.

Hoppy, you got 120 votes.

And Doyle here got 133.

And I can't figure out how it happened.

There was more votes than voters. That's what happened.

Yeah, they bribed the voters to stop the ballot box.

They're as crooked as a dog's hind leg.

That's a lie!

Wait a minute.

You've had enough fighting for one day.

Besides, the new Sheriff's, Iiable to throw you in jail.

There's your badge and there are your keys.

Don't let them get rusty on you.

Suffering-catfish, Jimmy. He must be twins.

The Hoppy I know would never let that crook take office.

Well, there's nothing else I can do, California.

Well, there's something we can do.

We'll convince the governor the election was a fraud.

That shouldn't take long. He'll be back in office next week.

If he lives that long.

Come on, Sonny. Hand over that tin star.

I'm going to be the new deputy sheriff.

This sort of makes me look right respectable.

Yeah, you'd better deputize the Garms boys too.

Come on, Doyle! Let us out of here.

Don't you think we ought to wait a little while?

You're not going to double cross the man who elected you to office, are you, Jerry?

I see our new Sheriff's going to rule with an iron hand.

Yeah, and I head to match.

It's just that he's more broad minded than you are, Cassidy.

Oh, by the way, from now on,

Jerry Doyle's saloon will be the new Sheriff's headquarters.

Hoppy, sometimes I just... I just don't understand you.

Me neither.

What is it you don't understand?

Well, what'd you back down for? What are we going to do now?

First, I'm going to wash up.

Second, I'm going to eat a nice big juicy steak.

Then I'm going over and visit the Sheriff's new headquarters.

- You mean Doyle's? - Sure.

- Just count me in on the first two. - Understand now?

No.

- Me neither. - Good.

Come on.

And this says you're bluffing.

Raise you a hundred.

Bullets, a pair.

Lucky at politics, unlucky at cards.

Hey Sheriff?

Will you tell your man to stop shooting at my saloon?

You're the Sheriff.

Why don't you arrest him for disturbing the peace?

Yeah, or make them deputies.

This has gone far enough. I can't front for you fellows

so long as those hoodlums are in town.

Listen, Jerry, we put you in office for one purpose.

To give us the protection of the law.

We ain't leaving town till Cassidy's six feet under.

You're aiming to stay for quite a spell.

Yeah, we'll see about that.

Now boys, here's the pot worth gambling for.

What's up, Tad?

Cassidy once put a price on my head.

Now I'm posting the reward.

It's $2,000 for the man that kills Cassidy.

Whoever gets rid of Cassidy will be the biggest man in the West.

Oh, I know he's quick on the draw, so are all of you.

Well, you don't seem anxious to do the job.

I'll take my chance along the rest of you. We'll deal one hand of poker, no draw

and the winner gets the first shot of Cassidy.

Suit me.

- All right. - Deal the cards.

Hey, boys, gather 'round! Going to be the biggest poker game...

So long as this game concerns me, do you mind if I watch?

Go right ahead. Don't let me spoil your fun.

Rest of you get on the other side.

Come on.

I wouldn't touch that pot, Hammond.

You placed your bet or are you getting absent minded?

Deal them.

Not me. I'll sit this one out.

You boys don't seem very interested in your cards.

Turn them over.

- King high. - Pair of deuces.

Another pair, Jacks.

I got nothing.

Pair of aces.

It's all yours, Sam or do you share your luck with your brother?

- I ain't armed, Cassidy? - Simon'll loan you his.

Get up.

Stand up.

Well, Hammond looks like nobody wants to earn that price you put on my head.

It was only a joke, wasn't it, boys?

Conspiracy to murder is no joke.

Since you were a witness, arrest these men.

Arrest them? Why?

There are too many of them.

Yeah, there are way too many of them.

Since you won't do your duty, I'll give you 12 hours to get out of town.

And if we don't leave?

You'll leave, all right.

Riding, walking or feet first.

You boys looking for me?

Put your guns up.

Remember, you got 12 hours to get out of town.

- That was a very nice lunch, Katherine. - Thank you.

Sure it was.

You know, Hoppy, I've rechecked those ballots 100 times.

I still can't figure out how Doyle got so many votes.

Let's take another look at them.

- Will you excuse us? - Certainly.

- Do you mind if I finish my coffee, Judge? - No, go ahead.

I still feel hungry.

Hey, I didn't see that!

That's the biggest sandwich I ever saw.

I didn't need so much bread in here.

What's the matter?

Were you trying to eat that?

- That better? - Oh, much.

Let that be a lesson to you.

You got the appetite of a horse and the jaws of a chicken.

Chicken? I could eat one right now, feathers and all.

Stuffs himself like my enemy stuffed the ballot boxes.

Yes, but how are you going to prove it?

I don't know.

- Were these all printed on the same press? - Absolutely.

I saw the printing done myself.

Well, how does it happen this broken type only appears on Doyle's ballots?

- Broken type? - Yeah.

This E and the R.

Hoppy!

That means that those ballots were printed by another press.

It also means they're counterfeit.

Here's the evidence.

Why don't you ride to the state capital and see the governor?

I'm not leaving here until Hammond and that gang get out of town.

Hammond and his gang are saddling up at the livery stable.

- But there's three of them missing. - Maybe they've already left.

Look here, Hoppy. You can't go up in that street today.

They just want to see if I meant what I said.

You're not going alone.

All these hombres are even too tough for me in my weakened condition.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

And this time you ain't getting no barroom mirror to help you out.

All right. You can be the eyes in the back of my head.

- Why did I have to open my big mouth? - What?

Nothing.

Let's go.

California, take this side of the street.

Watch your step.

You get on this side Jimmy.

Get them up, there!

Nobody.

I saw a shoulder there.

They don't know that when I'm mad

I'm a combination of a Texas twister and an erupting Vesuvi.

Get them up! I've got you covered.

Drop the gun! I got you!

What a dummy I was to think what a dummy it is.

Why do I do such foolish things? I'm more troubled than I'm worth.

Lie still.

Get them up! Get them up!

Everybody, everyone...

Well, Cassidy, it looks like you've won again.

This town ain't big enough for both of us, so we're hitting the trail.

You're short three men. Clanton and two others.

Where are they?

Clanton? He has a message for you.

Yeah?

What's the message?

He wants to deliver to you personally.

Go back in there!

One move and I'll blast you. I got a hankering to blast you anyhow.

Ride them down.

- Too hot! - Let's get out of here!

- They get you Hoppy? - Yeah, but it isn't bad.

We better get over the Reynold's house and get that fixed.

All right.

There, it'll be all right in a few days.

You always did want a vaccination mark.

Yeah, but I didn't say anything about wanting it with a 44.

- No, but... - Ow!

- That hurt? - A little.

I should have taken care of those Coyotes myself.

Hoppy, what were you trying to do? Commit suicide walking into a trap like that?

The new Sheriff wouldn't do his duty, so I...

- Then we've got to get another Sheriff. - And we'll take care of it my way.

- Sure. - I'm taking the next stage to the capital

and show those counterfeit ballots to the governor.

And we'll have some law and order around here.

Suit yourself.

But I think you should have a bodyguard with you.

- Don't you, Jimmy? - I sure do, Hoppy.

- Hello, Ike. - Hi, Joe.

Any sign of a posse?

No posse, no grub, no nothing.

I'm through Hammond.

Me and my boys are heading back for Indian territory.

So you're going to let Cassidy bluff you out again?

What do you mean bluff?

I saw what happened to Clanton and the Garms brothers, and that was no bluff.

We could turn this country inside out with Jerry Doyle as sheriff.

Doyle, they'll ride him out of town on a rail.

Hey, Harmond! Here comes the coach!

Do you want to take a crack at one more haul before leaving?

Suits me, but we split 50/50.

It's fair enough.

You take your man.

I'll head them off, and I'll run them into us.

Come on boys.

What's the matter? Are you mad about something?

No.

Well, you know, it wasn't my idea to come along.

As long as we have to make this trip together, you might as well be sociable.

Oh, it isn't that, Jimmy.

I was worrying about how things are going in town.

Whether or not the governor will help us.

- I think he will. - I hope so.

Get down!

Well, well, well. What a pleasant surprise.

This is better than a shipment of gold. Come on, get out of here.

If you can't get Cassidy get his right hand man.

- Come on, boy, let's string him up. - No, wait a minute.

They're worth more as hostages. Take them up to camp, boys.

Hey, Pete! Come here.

Take this note into town. Drop it in Cassidy's doorstep.

Thanks, kid, for baiting a nice little trap.

Tie him up.

- There you are, son. - Thanks.

Yes, Sheree.

If it hadn't been for me, Hoppy wouldn't be alive today.

We was fighting a bunch of Indians led by Leaning Mule, Sitting Bull.

Well, they winged Hoppy.

I dropped them behind a tree, shielding them with a wall of living flesh.

That's me.

All of the sudden, this hombre, Leaning Mule

Bull, comes a flying at me with a Bowie knife and a tomahawk.

My ammunition is gone.

There's nothing for me to do but stand there and take it.

He flings a knife pinning my shirt to the tree but quick as a flash.

I pull it out and I fling it.

What's the matter?

Somebody threw a knife and the old geezer fainted.

Fainted?

Came on, get up here.

What's the matter? He missed you.

Look at that, Hoppy!

What is it, Hoppy?

Hammonds kidnapped Katherine and Jimmy.

Kidnapped them?

- Are they hurt? - I don't know.

- Does he want a ransom? - Yeah.

Cassidy, if you want to see your two young friends alive, come to the Big Horn Buttes

before sundown alone. It's your life or theirs.

- And it's signed, Hammond. - Big Horn Buttes?

- That's Hammond's old hideout. -Yeah.

Saddle my horse. I'm leaving right away.

Hoppy, there must be some other way.

No, there isn't, Judge. I shouldn't have let those kids go alone.

Let me round up the bar. 20 boys, Hoppy.

All right, but tell Buck not to do any shooting till I get to the hideout.

You mean you're going alone?

Not exactly.

Sit down, Doyle.

I got a note here I want you to read.

I didn't have anything to do with it.

I didn't say you had anything to do with it.

I want to know what you're going to do about it.

I can't do anything.

Besides, Hammond says he wants to see you alone.

But I've got a better idea.

You're going with me.

- No, no, Cassidy. - Come on.

Come on boys! Saddle up!

Get your horses and guns.

Get over to the hideout, boys!

There's, Hoppy now.

Come on. We can't let him go up there alone.

You know what Hoppy said, Buck.

We got to stay undercover until the shooting starts.

Hammond, come here.

That's Cassidy all right.

I thought you told him to come along. Who's with him?

Looks like our friend Doyle. Never mind about him.

You keep your eye on Cassidy.

If he turns and makes a break for it. Let him have it.

There he goes. Let him have it.

Hoppy can't keep me out of this scrape any longer.

Me neither, let's go!

We got him, all right.

He lost his nerve. I never expected that.

Cassidy lost his nerve.

Look out! That kid's loose.

He's out of shell, rush him!

Why, it's Cassidy!

Get to your horses!

- Well, Hoppy! - You two all right?

- I thought that you... - So did they.

Here they come, boys. Hang out!

California Carlson for sheriff.

It sure looks good up there.

Yeah, a lot of dignity, too.

Yeah, a lot of dignity.

Hoppy, I waited for this for 40 years.

Sure you want to be Sheriff now

that Hoppy's cleaned out that den of the 40 thieves.

Why, you young knothead. That's the trouble.

Me, a man of action, and no chance to see action around here.

Friends, Romans and countrymen. If I am elected to new Sheriff...

Governor's granted our Sheriff's jurisdiction over Indian territory.

If I am elected a new Sheriff...

Indian territory?

Sure.

Every fugitive killer in the country hides out there.

All you have to do is go in and drag them out.

Drag them out?

Wait a minute...

- You hurt? - No, but, Hoppy I...

I know.

Why did we ever get into politics.

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