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Come in.

Howdy.

You know, a young lady downstairs told me to come right along out. Yes, we've

been expecting you.

Mr. Pebble, isn't it? That's right, partner.

Harrison Pebble.

Former penniless prospector, now middling rich ex-prospector, hankering

to enjoy life a little and help them as deserves it.

Well, it's very nice to meet you, Mr. Pebble. These are two of my associates,

Miss Lane and Mr. Olson.

Hello, sir. How do you do, Mr. Pebble? Well, I do fine, Miss Lane, just fine.

You know, it's a great pleasure to meet people like you, but I sort of hoped

Superman would be here like I asked. Well, one of our reporters, Clark Kent,

said he would try to contact Superman. He should be here very shortly.

Well, I sure hope he shows up.

You can set your watch on him, Mr. Pebble.

The way I see it, he's got exactly two seconds.

Oh, Superman, this is Mr. Pebble. He says he has some important business to

discuss with you. Mr. Pebble, sir.

Howdy. You know, I've heard a heap about you.

I never thought I'd get to shake your hand.

Well, I'll get right to the point.

Now, I know this here newspaper and you two take a lot of interest in the

Children's Camp Fund.

But nobody does more for the Camp Fund than Superman.

Well, that's what I mean. I aim to help a little, too.

That's very generous of you, sir.

You'll make a lot of youngsters very happy.

It's wonderful.

Well, heck, I don't want no credit.

I got this big piece of land. I figure it'd make a pretty good campsite for the

kids to have their vacation at.

Well, I'm sure the committee would be very interested, sir.

And the site's important, very important indeed.

But our main problem is money.

See, we need money to build and maintain such a camp. Oh, I know.

But I figured this campsite would be self-supporting.

See, there's a pretty good silver mine right on the property.

Which, in your honor, sir, I've named the Superman silver mine.

Hey, Dan, get this.

It says here in the paper how some joker gave a whole silver mine to a bunch of

kids.

That's stupid.

What are a bunch of kids going to do with a silver mine?

Yeah. Better you should give it to us, huh?

We could sure use it. We haven't had anything good going for a long time now.

Tell me, coffee and three times a day.

Hey, Dan, you think maybe we're slipping?

I mean, you know, like getting honest or something?

Don't be silly.

Says there's a guy struck at which, after 30 years as a prospector, took

himself a fancy apartment in the Brentwood, bought himself a big car.

Oh, man, that guy's really living it up.

Bully for him.

Hey, Dan, how about you and me becoming prospectors, huh?

Don't be silly. That's work.

Oh, yeah.

Bought himself a television set, too.

Lois Lane, that's the newspaper name, wrote this article. She says this guy

never even seen television before. Boris, why don't you read the comics to

yourself?

I don't know.

There's a picture of the guy in here, and he looks real familiar to me.

Look.

Don't that look like somebody we might know?

Of course, that looks like somebody we know lame-brained.

That looks like me with a mustache.

Hey, that's right.

You could be his brother.

Or him.

You know, it looks like our luck might be taking a change for the better.

Yeah.

You Mr. Pebble?

Well, it was yesterday and the day before. I guess it still am. Come on in,

son.

State's business.

Yeah.

Height can't be more than a quarter of an inch off.

What are you, about 5'11"? 5'11", quarter.

Yeah, that's like I said.

Weight looks about right, too.

Maybe 175.

176. Close enough.

Look, if you're figuring on selling me clothes, I don't need any.

Blue eyes, sandy hair. You know, you couldn't be righter.

Okay, let's go. Work.

Out.

You and me are going to take a little ride.

Well, I'm sorry. I've been planning on catching up on some television watching.

Good day, sir.

Shall we go?

Guess we better. Yeah.

You better put the door on the latch, too. I got a hunch somebody might like

to come in here.

And remember, this gun can shoot right through my pocket.

Okay, you first.

Nice story, Lois.

Good, warm, human interest, huh? Oh, thank you, Clark.

Only one thing wrong with it, however.

Wrong? Mm-hmm.

You neglected to say where the Superman silver mine is located.

Mr. Pebble didn't tell us where it is.

Yeah, I know.

How do you know? You weren't even there. Well, I know he couldn't have told you,

otherwise you'd have reported it.

course. Remarkable deduction.

Thank you. And I don't think it'd be kind of a talented idea if you found out

where it's located.

Might be.

Would you mind handing me that phone book? A pleasure. Thank you.

And let's see, he's living at the Brentwood, uh...

Pebble speaking.

Who?

Lois Lane?

Why, sure, Miss Lane.

What can I do for you?

Come on, keep moving.

Move!

Well, here you are, Mr. Bevel.

Home sweet home.

You mean you're fixing to put me up in there?

Yeah, you catch on quick.

Let's go.

Come on, let's not keep the bats waiting.

Here, make yourself useful. Hold this.

I'll bring you some food later, if I don't forget.

Yes?

Well, thank you, Mr. Pebble. It was nice talking to you.

Bye.

So where's the mine located?

I still don't know.

He said there was some sort of legal hocus-pocus to attend to.

Well, it could be.

Oh, I guess so.

But yesterday, he said he was looking forward to watching television for the

first time in his life.

Well, you ask him how he liked it, what'd he say?

He said he was watching all his favorite programs.

If you've never seen television, how can you have favorite programs?

If you've never seen television, they can all be favorites.

Maybe.

I don't know.

I wouldn't worry about it, Lois.

I just didn't like the way he was talking.

He's eccentric. Forget it.

I guess so.

And a very good morning to you, dear old dad.

Good about it. And look, don't call me dad. I don't want anybody to think I'm

related to the likes of you.

Oh, now, that's no way to talk.

Look, I brought you some breakfast.

Well, I can use it. I worked up a pretty good appetite. Had nothing to do for 24

hours but get hungry. Not so fast. First, you got to tell me where is that

Superman silver mine?

Well, I've been hungry before.

Oh.

Thick roast beef sandwiches.

Juicy apple pie.

Steaming hot coffee. Steaming hot coffee? Yeah.

And I might even get your blanket out of the car. I might.

Like I said, I've been hungry before. I've been cold, too.

Okay.

So you don't want the grub or the blanket?

Sure I do. I want it real bad.

There's something I want more. I want them poor kids to get that summer camp.

Well, I'm sorry you see it that way, but maybe you'll change your mind in a week.

Or two.

Look, you wouldn't leave me here that long without food.

Without food?

Or water.

This Mr. Pebbles, you did a story on. Are you sure he's legitimate?

Well, he seemed very sincere and very likable.

Yes. Why do you ask, Bill?

Because he bears a striking resemblance to a pretty smooth character named Dan

Dobie. A crook?

We've never actually been able to get anything on him, but we do know a couple

of things about him.

He has a sidekick named Boris, or something or other, on whom we don't

even have a picture.

And Dobie has a plate in his head.

That's a funny place to keep a plate.

Well, this one's a metal plate, Jimmy.

To replace part of his skull, which was smashed in an automobile accident.

I still wonder about him.

Now, wait a minute, everybody.

Here's a perfectly nice guy who's making a very generous contribution to the

Children's Camp Fund.

Which the Camp Fund hasn't yet received.

Because of some very ordinary legal steps that have to be taken.

He seemed like a very nice man.

Yes, he probably is.

I guess it's just the nature of policemen to be suspicious.

Well... Anyone for lunch? Thought you'd never spring. I'd like to go. Oh, Jim,

if you don't mind, there's something I'd like to talk to you about.

Okay.

So long, Inspector Henderson, Mr. Kent. Bye. Bye now.

Ooh, that Clark Kent. Sometimes he can't smell a story right under his own nose.

You think there's some connection between Mr. Pebble and this Dobie

character? I don't know what the connection is, Jim, but that's exactly

what I think.

Look, Dobie and Mr. Pebble were the same person. You could tell by the plate in

his head. Well, sure, if you could see it.

Well, I couldn't just see it.

Because the scalp grows over and the hair covers it.

Oh. Well, I'm going out and pay Mr. Pebble a nice friendly visit. Want to

come along?

What for?

For company.

Who knows? I might need a little protection.

Well, when you appeal to my chivalrous instinct, I can't resist.

Shall we go?

You expecting somebody?

I don't know. See who it is.

Hey, ain't you forgetting something?

What? Your mustache, Mr. Pebble.

How do you do? We don't want any. That's good, because we don't have any.

Is Mr. Pebble in?

Who wants to know?

Oh, I'm Lois Lane, and this is Jimmy Olsen. We're from the Daily Planet.

Howdy, folks.

Well, how do you do, Mr. Pebble? Why, won't you come in and set us well?

Oh, this here's my buddy.

My name is Bordelais.

Bordelais?

Isn't that a French sauce or something?

Yeah, his grandpappy on his mother's side was French.

My granddad was Swedish, but they don't call me smorgasbord.

Jimmy, how do you do?

Hi. Hello, Mr.

Bordelais. Why don't you rustle up something cool to drink for these nice

folks? Oh, yeah.

Sit down. Take the load off your feet. Thank you.

That's a very interesting mustache you have, Mr. Pebble. Why, thank you.

You don't see many like that around these days.

No, I reckon not. It's a relic of the old west.

I'm thinking about shaving it off.

Oh, I wouldn't if I were you. It's very becoming.

You really think so?

I certainly do.

The only thing is, you've got it on a little crooked.

You shouldn't have done that, Miss Lane. What are you up to, Mr. Doby?

Nothing you're ever going to be able to tell anybody about.

Well, this here fellow Doby just took over my identity, huh?

That's right.

Far as everyone knows, he's you.

He's living it up pretty good, too, with your apartment, your bank account, your

car. Well, there's one thing he hadn't got. That's the Superman silver mine.

There's one thing we haven't got.

It's a way to get out of here.

That crack in the roof, it's large enough to let some air in, but it's not

large enough to get out of.

Hey, how about if we take some of the oil out of this lamp and burn the door

down? Suffocate before we get out of here. That's for sure.

Well... If we don't turn up, someone's bound to start looking for us.

Well, I just hope it's pretty soon.

I feel like I've never had nothing to eat or drink in my whole life. You've

been here a lot longer than we have.

You know, you must be starved.

All you have to do is tell them where that mine is. No, I'm again telling them

as long as I can hold out. Good for you.

I don't want to see Toby get that mine any more than you do.

Besides, as long as you don't tell him, you have something he wants to know, and

he'll keep you around.

If you tell him, I don't know how long any of us will be around.

Come in.

Oh, good morning, Bill. Morning, Kent.

And what brings you out so nice and bright and early?

A call from Jimmy Olsen's mother.

Jimmy wasn't home all night. He wasn't?

Well, that's not like Jimmy at all.

Not a telephone call or anything. She seems pretty worried. Oh, I don't blame

her. I am, too.

When was the last time you saw him?

You remember, Bill. Yesterday, when you took me to lunch. We left him right here

with Lois, didn't we? Yeah.

Do you suppose Lois knows anything about it?

We'll find out in a hurry.

Ask Miss Lane to step into my office right away, will you please?

She hasn't?

You can't get her home either?

I see. Well, thank you very much.

Maybe she's on her way in, Bill.

And again, maybe she's with young Olsen.

Whoever that is.

You know, I have a hunch somehow that Dolby's mixed up in this.

What makes you think that?

Well, you remember, she seemed to smell something fishy.

Now, maybe they went out to track down a story. I know, I know. You're still

concerned about Dobie and Pebble looking alike.

Well, except for the mustache, they're dead ringers.

Yes, but they won't have the same fingerprints.

Unless they're the same person, of course.

Unfortunately, Dobie has never even been fingerprinted. I told you he was a

pretty slick customer.

But you do know he has a metal plate in his head.

Sure.

Now, let's assume that Pebble and Dobie are two different people.

If I arrest Pebble and take him down to headquarters and x-ray his skull, he's

got a great case of false arrest against us. Not if he's a legitimate person.

Still, Pebble could be a real phony.

Did it ever occur to you that he made this generous contribution to the camp

fund simply for conversation?

By golly, you're right, Bill.

He never did give us the location of the mine or even give us a deed to it.

Correct. But there's still no reason for him to want to harm Lois or Jimmy.

Not unless they stumbled on something that might get in the way of his plans.

Hmm.

I think I'll just pay a little call, Mr. Pebble.

If he is Pebble, he won't have a metal plate in his head.

If he's Dobie, or Pebble and Dobie, he will.

How are you going to find out?

Hit him on the head to see if it rings, or use your X-ray vision like Superman?

Well, one way or the other, Bill, one way or the other. Want to come along?

No, thanks.

I've got a date with the commissioner.

But keep me informed, would you? Oh, I sure will. I want to find out a little

bit more about that mine myself.

Good morning.

Mr. Pebble in?

Who's asking?

Clark Kent. I'm from the Daily Planet.

Oh, yeah, I see.

My name's Bordelais.

I'm a buddy of his.

Oh, I see.

How do you do, Mr. Bordelais?

I just thought I'd drop in and pass the time of day with Mr. Pebble. Is he in?

Yeah, well, he's still asleep. I'll tell you why. Why don't you come back a

little later?

Well, I would, but I know he'll be getting up any minute after all those

years of prospectors' hours.

What is that?

That, uh... That's, uh... Oh, that's a lock from his donkey's mane.

Yeah, yeah, Mr. Pebble's a very sentimental guy. He's very sentimental.

He must be. Also very stylish. He's the only prospector I ever heard of that had

a donkey to match his mustache.

I'll tell you, he's probably waking up. Why don't I just take a look, huh? Why

don't you just go do that? Yeah.

Boss, boss, put this on quick. There's a guy out there named Clark Kent. He says

he's from the Daily Planet.

Is it on straight? Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's fine.

Do I know him?

I mean, does Pebble know him?

Well, I don't think so. Pebble told me the only guys he met down at the paper

were Perry White...

That lame girl, a kid named Jimmy Olsen in Superman.

Good.

Howdy, Mr. Kent.

I've heard a lot about you. I'm glad to make your acquaintance.

Howdy, Mr. Pebble. I just thought I'd drop in and say hello.

Well, I'm right glad you did.

Have a seat.

Well, thank you very much, sir, but I just have a minute.

Oh, that's too bad.

Well, how are your friends at Young Ocean, Pretty Miss Lane?

Well, they were just fine.

The last time I saw them... Well, say howdy to them for me.

Oh, I'll do that, Mr. Pebble. I'll just do that.

Oh, just one more thing. The Superman silver mine. That's the sweetest little

mine you ever saw. Well, I imagine it is.

That's the trouble, you see. I've never seen it.

And since you were generous enough to donate to the Children's Camp Fund,

well, the directors are sort of wondering when they're going to receive

their deed.

Well, I don't fret none about that. I'm having the papers drew up right now. Oh,

I'm very glad to hear that, sir.

And one more thing.

What's the location of the mine?

Oh, it's out there in the hill.

That's the prettiest mine you ever saw.

I'll just bet it is.

I'll be seeing you, sir. Well, so long, partner.

So long, Mr. Pebble.

Not so good. I think he smelled a rat.

Hey, boss, you shouldn't talk that way about me. Or even yourself.

Anyway, we better get moving fast.

Jimmy, I think he's got a fever.

I had some water. I think I could make it.

How do you feel, Miss Lane? Pretty awful, Jim, but not as bad as Mr.

Pebble. He's been here a lot longer.

Mr. Pebble, I think you ought to tell them what that mine is for your own

sake. No, I said those kids was going to get that summer camp, and they're going

to get it. As long as I can breathe.

the old effort one more chance to tell us where the mine is.

I don't know. He's a pretty stubborn old cuss.

What if he won't tell?

Then I stop asking.

You know, after all, even without the mine, he's not exactly poor.

And now I'm Mr. Peeble.

Yeah, that's right.

But what happens to him and them two reporters?

What usually happens when you leave people without anything to eat or drink

long enough.

Oh, yeah.

Boy, are we glad to see you.

Only one, Mr. Pebble.

The real one. The phony one just ran down that hill.

Oh?

Aren't you going to chase him?

I don't think that'll be necessary, Jimmy.

I think this should do the trick very nicely.

It looks like a magnet.

Well, it will be.

As soon as I magnetize it.

Golly! Well, that's the first time I ever saw anybody captured by a magnet.

Well, Jimmy, that was just because of the metal plate in his head.

You know, I reckon I owe you a whole bushel of thanks.

If it hadn't been for you, I'd have told him where the mine is.

Incidentally, Mr. Pebble, just where is this mine?

Well, if them crooks had spent more time digging and less time starving us,

they'd have found it.

We're standing on it.

Here? Right here.

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Superman is based on the original character appearing in Superman

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