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Faster than a speeding bullet.

More powerful than a locomotive.

Able to leap tall buildings at a single bound.

Look, up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane.

It's Superman.

Yes, it's Superman.

Strange visitor from another planet who came to Earth with powers and abilities

far beyond those of mortal men.

Superman, who can change the course of mighty rivers.

Bend steel in his bare hands.

And who, disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great

metropolitan newspaper, fights a never-ending battle for truth, justice,

and the American way.

And now, another exciting episode in The Adventures of Superman.

BY Metropolis 60500 waiting.

I know, I know exactly how you feel. But we're under pressure here, too.

Just a minute, Ed.

Yeah?

Okay. I'll get back to you later, Ed. I got a long-distance call. Right.

Hello? Mr. White, this is Garvin at Lone Pine.

Funny thing, I was meaning to call you, Garvin.

I've got a report here from the mill.

Says you've cut down your pulp delivery in half. Aren't you working?

Oh, we're working, Mr. White, but I've lost a lot of men.

That's what I'm calling about.

Well, you know what to do when you lose men. Hire more. Don't bother me with

details like that.

All I'm interested in is getting paper from the mill.

And if you don't ship them pulp wood, I can't get paper.

But, Mr. White... I'm not interested in excuses.

You know that.

Now, we sent you up there to get that wood cut and down to the mill.

That's all we ask.

If you can't do it, you'll get someone who can.

Now, let's see.

Today's Thursday the 12th. I'll give you one week to step up production and meet

your quota. If you can't do it by that time, you might as well hand in your

resignation. That's all.

Get me McDermott at the paper mill.

I was watching you through the binoculars, Olivier.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself. A Canuck Jack with an axe running away

from a wolf.

One wolf.

You think I am coward, eh?

Ask any man from Quebec to Seattle and he tell you that Jacques Olivier is not

afraid of any man of beast and all not wolf.

Except a wolf, a timber wolf.

Oui, monsieur.

But this is not a true wolf.

This is a loup-garou, a werewolf.

What makes you think so?

I know.

I track him for maybe two, three hundred yards in the soft sand by the brook.

By garum. What do you think? What?

Wolf tracks stop and change into a track of woman.

This track I do not follow.

So you think a wolf turned into a woman, eh?

I am sorry, Mr. Gavan, but I can no longer stay here.

And if you are a wise man, I think you will not stay also.

C'est fini.

Adieu.

This is Garvin at Lone Pine.

I want to put through a person-to-person call to Perry White at the Daily Planet

in Metropolis.

Yes, the number is Metropolis 60500.

Now, wait a minute, Garvin.

Do you mean to tell me that every man on the campus quit?

That's right. Paid the last one off just a few minutes ago.

And all because of a lot of stupid nonsense about a werewolf?

Yes.

Now, you listen to me, Garvin. This sounds like dirty work.

Someone's out to get us because they know we're short of paper.

Oh, that balderdash about a werewolf is just a blind.

I'll send someone up there to investigate.

You just stand by until they get there.

Yes, sir.

Garvin, you're not scared, are you? Well, I don't know, Mr. White. Now,

don't you worry about anything.

You just wait until my people get there.

Okay? Yes, sir.

Okay, Garvin.

Goodbye.

Send Clark, Kent, Lois, Lane, and Jim Olsen in here immediately.

Yes, sir.

Come in, Kent. Close the door. Better lock it.

Lock it?

Yes, lock it.

Now, what I have to say to you is strictly confidential.

That particularly goes for you, Olsen.

Yes, sir.

I've just had a long-distance call from Sam Garvin out in Oregon.

He's the boss of the timber company from which we get most of our pulpwood. Yes,

doesn't the planet own that company? Yes, bought it in 47.

Well, anyway, there seems to be some trouble out there. What kind of trouble?

All kinds.

Forest fires, machinery breakdowns, and a lot of wild tales about a werewolf

that scared all the lumberjacks off the job.

Golly. Now, we can't run a newspaper without paper, and we can't make paper

without pulpwood.

What do you want us to do, Chief? I want the three of you to take a trip up there

and see what's going on.

What's Garvin think?

Well, the connection wasn't very good, but I got the impression he's scared.

And Garvin's not an easy man to scare.

He doesn't believe there is a werewolf, does he? Who knows?

Golly, what if there really is? Oh, come on, Jim. It's just an old superstition

that people can change themselves into wolves and vice versa.

Now, they're holding three seats for you on Consolidated Flight 64.

And your plane leaves in exactly 53 and one-half minutes.

But I haven't a thing to wear.

What woman ever did?

Now, get going.

Yes, sir. Okay, Chief.

Oh, alright.

Feel better when we get across Devil's Gorge Bridge.

What?

I said I'll feel better when we get past the bridge at Devil's Gorge.

Oh. Too many things been happening around here.

Switches left open, fish plates pried up, rails split.

But this train has been closed to wreck five times in the past two weeks.

Then why does the engineer go so fast?

Wants to make Camp 4 dark, likely.

Golly, if we had a wreck going at this speed, we'd wind up right down in the

bottom of the gorge. That's what we'd do. I think I'll take a little walk.

Walk? Where?

Up front. Get a better view.

If you see that engineer, tell him we don't mind getting into camp at the

dark.

It's jumping Judas.

What is it? What happened?

The trestle over Devil's Gorge. It collapsed right after we passed over it.

Where? I don't see anything.

Neither do I.

If you can't see it, now it's around the bend.

Clark, do you know what just happened? What? Gee, Mr. Kent, the trestle. It

collapsed right after we passed over it. It did.

Don't you understand? We were almost killed.

Well,

I like that.

We missed getting killed by the skin of our teeth and all you have to say is

home. What do you expect me to say?

Oh, skip it.

I can't understand that business about the trestle.

It's really very simple, Mr. Garvin. Someone knew we were coming.

Someone who didn't want us to get here.

Whoever that someone is, he's playing for keeps.

But we don't know that for sure.

It could have been an old timber that rotted out.

That's an interesting explanation, Mr. Garvin.

One that would never have occurred to me.

Of course, I'm only guessing.

Have you ever seen this werewolf, Mr. Garvin, or this wolf woman it's supposed

to turn into?

I only know what the men told me when they quit, one after another.

The last one pulled out yesterday, Jacques Olivier.

He said he trailed it and saw where the wolf tracks turned into a woman's track.

You don't believe that, do you?

I don't know what to think anymore, Mr. Kent.

I'd better go and fix your folks a place to sleep. It's getting late.

Can I help you?

No, thanks. I can make out.

He looks honest enough, don't you think?

You can't judge people by their looks.

Mr. Garvin's playing it close to his vest. He isn't telling us everything he

knows. Maybe he will later.

And if he doesn't? We'll dig it out the hard way.

Nothing fancy, but it's clean.

This is where the timekeeper used to bunk when we had a timekeeper.

Why change the sheets? I guess you'll be as comfortable here as anywhere else in

camp.

Oh, don't do that. Your next timekeeper may enjoy the art gallery.

I doubt if there'll ever be any more timekeepers in this camp.

Jeepers, there better be, or else the planet'll... I'll take you boys over to

the big bunkhouse.

You can have your pick of any of the 112 bunks. They're all empty. Sounds roomy

enough. Good night, Lois.

Good night, Miss Lane. Good night, Jimmy. Good night, Clark.

Better lock your door tonight. I don't happen to believe in werewolves.

What was that?

A wolf.

Not a werewolf. No, all wolves sound pretty much alike.

But I...

I would bar the door if I were you, Miss Lane.

Yes, I... I think maybe I will.

Good night.

Good night.

I don't care what any of you say. I tell you, that wolf was in this cabin right

there. But, Miss Lane... How many times do I have to tell you? He came in that

window. I'll be right back.

Where do you think you're going? I'll take a look around. You'll do nothing of

the kind. If you folks don't need me anymore, I'll say good night. Good

night, Mr. Garvin.

I think it'd be a good idea if we all turned in. Oh, you do, do you?

Why is it, Clark, every time trouble starts, you want to sneak off someplace?

Trouble's over now, isn't it? I'm not so sure.

Did you notice that Garvin was fully dressed? He hadn't even been to bed.

Yes, I did. Why?

I don't know, Lois. All right, Clark. Don't cooperate.

But for once, you're going to stick around and be useful.

All right. How would you suggest that I stick around and be useful?

Well, for one thing, you can help me move my things into that bunkhouse with

you and Jim. Well, now, wait a minute. That's the men's bunkhouse. With 112

bucks, I'll have plenty of privacy.

You and Jim can sleep at one end, and I'll sleep in the other. But if you

think I'm going to stay in this shack alone here tonight, you're nuts. Come

on.

Okay.

Where are the others?

In the cook shack eating breakfast. I'll fix yours whenever you want it.

Is there someplace around here where I could freshen up?

Yes, there's a spring about 50 yards down the trail.

Thank you. I'll be back in a few minutes.

Where's Miss Lane? She went down to the spring.

What happened?

I don't know. I thought I heard someone scream. So did I. It sounded like Miss

Lane again.

She's gone down there.

Come on. Mr. Kent's already gone down there.

I don't think they need me.

Where is it?

Where is it? Take it easy. Everything's all right.

The wolf.

It was standing right there snarling at me.

There's no wolf there now.

It's tracks there in the sand.

Those aren't wolf tracks.

They're human.

The earring.

Clark, I found a golden earring right here by the spring and it's gone.

What happened?

Everything's all right, Jim.

Look, why don't you take Miss Lane back to the cook shack? I think she could use

a good, strong hot cup of coffee.

Clark, you're both coming back with me.

Well, Lois, I'd rather stay here. Look, Clark, I've had just about as much as I

can stand.

All right.

Give me a hand, will you, Jim?

I'm going out and look around, see if I can't pick up any clues.

Just be sure some of the clues don't pick you up, Mr. Kent.

Don't worry, Mr. Garvin. I'll be careful.

Let me finish my coffee and I'll go with you. No, Lois, I want you and Jim to

stay right here until I get back.

Now, just a minute, Mr. Kent.

Since when did you start giving orders around here?

No one's giving any orders, Lois. I'm just asking you to wait here till I get

back. And that goes for you, too, Jim.

Excuse me.

All right, Jim, are we mice or men? Well, I don't know, Miss Wang.

I mean, of course we're not mice, but maybe Mr. Kent's right.

And Mr. Kent may be overwhelmed with the idea of his own importance, too. Don't

forget, the chief sent us all out here to help clear up this mystery.

Well, if you're going, I'm going with you.

Have you got a gun or some kind of a pistol I could borrow?

Do you know anything about guns?

Well, not much, but I... Then you're better off without one.

Sometimes guns can be more dangerous than other things.

We can get a couple of clubs.

Come on, Jim.

I think we can get out this way.

Hey, look out!

I can't make it, Jim. I just can't. Please, Miss Lane.

Please.

You'll both be safe enough here for the time being. I'm going back to the fire.

No, Jacques.

I will not let him kill.

But this may kill your father.

Steal all your timber.

That's a lie and you know it.

Are you old King Dulac's daughter?

Oui, monsieur.

You killed King Dulac. You steal all his timberland.

That is what he tell me.

Your father died of pneumonia at the St. Joseph's Hospital in Seattle.

And all the money for this timberland was deposited in the Seattle bank to

your credit. I put it there myself.

How could you do this?

Why did you try to wreck my outfit, Olivier?

What did you expect to gain?

This timber belongs to Babette.

She promised to marry me.

And it belonged to me.

Wait. Wait.

Wait.

What's that?

I kill you too.

It's Superman.

He was

behind all this.

I know.

The wind shifted.

The fire is headed for the building.

That storm is too high. It'll never break in time.

There's lightning above those clouds.

Have you got any wire back at the camp?

Wire? What kind of wire? Almost any kind. Single or double strand.

Well, there's a 5,000-foot roll of telephone wire in the storehouse.

That'll do fine. Let's get it. Yeah, but what about him? Better bring him along.

You've had a rough time with him, haven't you? Maybe.

Need any help?

No, I'm managed.

Yeah, that should do it.

At the end of the wire scrape yet? I still don't understand what your plan

is. Very simple.

There's lightning above those clouds.

If I can get the end of this wire up there and get a bolt to strike it,

you'll see.

Wish me luck.

Good luck. Bonne chance.

dog at heart. A very kind dog.

He's been my pet since he was a little cub.

He even looks a little like a dog now that I know he's not a wild wolf.

Clark.

Hello.

Clark, do you realize what's happened?

Superman caught the guy that started the forest fire.

Not only that, he made it rain to put out the fire.

Oui, he made this rain.

It's this wonderful super home.

Too bad you can't get him to stop it.