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Riding along

Never uptight, spirit alive, riding a horse

Men of the prairie, riding along

Ready to go, singing a song

There is hope and lots of gold, we're always having fun

All for one and one for all, like Robin Hood

Men of the prairie, riding along

Men of the west, doing his best, singing a song

Men of the prairie, riding along

Never uptight, spirit alive, riding a horse

Men of the prairie, singing a song

Ready to go, singing a song

There is hope and lots of gold, we're always having fun

All for one and one for all, like Robin Hood

Men of the prairie, riding along

Men of the west, doing his best, singing a song

There is something that don't sound so good here.

Come on, men!

Don't take them.

Please don't take them.

El Puma!

Let me look at you all over. I want to see maybe so

there's somebody here I want to see.

Se\/tor Hank.

I told you before.

You are interfering with my business.

This time you can go over.

The next time maybe you won't get off so lucky.

No.

I hope you are not hurt too much.

It's only a flash wound.

So you are El Puma.

I know you won't rob me.

I do not want your gold.

But you made a great mistake in not hiring me and my men

to cross the desert

when you got so much gold in these wagons.

You better go to town now.

And to be sure these bandidos do not come back,

I will send some of my men with you.

Juan, Pedro.

Take him to town.

Will you go with me?

I?

No, se\/tor.

I must go with the tenderfeet for the dig up of dead Indians.

Holy smokes.

What did he mean dig up dead Indians?

Ever since my brother-in-law was killed down there, sheriff,

six long years I spent trying to get permission to excavate

the Indian burial grounds for posterity and the knowledge of humanity.

My equipment is very valuable.

The treasures from the Indian tombs will be priceless.

I demand the protection of responsible agents of the law.

I will not trust the expedition to a desert cutthroat and his band.

But professor, you gave me no time to swear in extra deputies.

And I ain't too much of an itch to shove off.

I wouldn't be too hasty about calling him a cutthroat.

He saved a lot of men with a bigger stake than yours.

If El Pulma was not trustworthy, the government wouldn't have offered him

the responsible position of law enforcement officer for the badlands.

No, Marian. If this romantic desert Robin Hood is so responsible,

why doesn't he accept the offer?

He doesn't have any strings tied to him, mister.

A lot of people would like to be in the saddle of him.

Stop this wrangling.

Marian.

I brought you as my assistant because your father made the original discovery.

And because of your research into Indian knowledge and culture.

From now on, you will confine your opinions to that department.

And as for you, Mr. Magpie,

you have no right to send El Puma without consulting me.

The government sent you along to assist, not to manage my expedition.

Then from now on, I'll supervise the protection of this party.

Just like I was sent to do.

I ordered out some escorts through the badlands.

According to sheriff here, he knows every inch of it.

And just how to deal with a thieving murderer and cutthroat.

Of course, if you think we don't need him.

My brother-in-law was killed by one of the men of your department.

- Bill Carson. - That's a lie.

Magpie.

Excuse me, Ms. Marian.

Magpie.

Please, excuse Uncle Lucius.

He's excitable and head strong.

We can't start wrangling the first day.

I'm sorry, but I couldn't let him slander the best pal I ever had.

I don't care what daddy's dying said.

Bill Carson was a square shooter, and he wouldn't klll an old man.

He must know he's wanted.

If he's innocent, why doesn't he come out and defend himself?

He must have a good reason.

That is, if he's still living.

He wasn't the only man that was with your daddy that's missing.

No, there was Link Benson, the foreman,

and some other diggers, but they were all hired by Carson,

and he's the only one dad had any trouble with.

Bill was running the expedition just like he was supposed to.

We won't discuss that.

Tell me more about El Puma.

He's fascinating.

You'll be safe enough going part of the way alone.

El Puma will meet you at Buzzard's Past tomorrow afternoon.

I advise you to hire him to go along with you

till I can deputize some men and send them out to meet you.

It's against my better judgment, but under those conditions I'll do it.

Goodbye, sheriff.

Goodbye, professor, and good luck.

- Shall we start? - Immediately.

His men, they just drifted from everywhere.

No one seems to know much about them, except that they live well.

He protects travelers.

That sounds like the foreign legion.

I'm dying to meet him.

You will.

They say that he hasn't traveled these parts in the last six years.

I think he's gunning for someone.

I'd hate to be the one he's looking for.

Me, too.

We're leaving, Marian.

Stop here. Mr. Magpie.

As long as we have to wait, we may as well pitch camp here for the night.

All right, men, drive over there, we'll get out these tents.

Much obliged, professor, for the handout.

Anything I can do for you?

We'll see.

Perhaps you can check over my maps with me.

Or maybe clean up these pots and pans.

I can't do that, lady.

I hurt my palm fighting yesterday.

See?

So you're a bandit fighter, too?

Then you must know El Puma.

El Puma?

I sure do.

And if you'd asked me, I could tell you plenty about that hombre.

Yeah? For instance?

Enough to advise the professor here to hold his pockets when he's around.

And I wouldn't be trusting him with my woman.

I don't believe it.

That'll be him now.

To avoid his presuming any social context for the rest of the party, Mr. Magpie,

you better meet him and put him in his proper place.

- Yes, sir. - You will help me with the maps.

Come, Dr. Leonard.

Coming, Marian?

Amigos.

You will wait here.

I will go talk with these tenderfeet.

You must take me to meet him.

- You just heard what he said. - He won't mind.

Wait. I'll be with you in a minute.

The name is Magpie. I'm in charge of the escort.

I am called El Puma.

This is Ms... Ms...

Marian Willis is the name.

How you can forget the name of such a lovely flower?

She's so beautiful.

El Puma is at your service, se\/torita.

You must tell me something about yourself.

Who you are, where you come from?

I'm writing a book on the expedition.

It is against the rules to talk about the service.

We don't ask no questions. I don't ask them, they don't ask me.

But you could make one little exception.

I can't find my papers.

Where is that girl, Marian?

If you will look closely, you will see her in the act of disobeying you.

I'll put a stop to that immediately.

My people that come from all over the world.

You see that big fellow over the black horse?

They're telling me he is from Argentina.

Maybe he is. I don't know. I don't ask him, he don't ask me.

You don't ask somebody any question, they don't tell you no lies.

Marian, go to your tent.

Excuse me.

I gave you specific instructions for the leader of this escort.

They shall be carried out if I have to do it myself.

Now leave us.

You are with this expedition against my better judgment.

Now you will pitch your camp at a safe distance from ours,

and refrain from mixing with the members of my party socially.

Se\/tor, I bring my men here many miles to come with you

under contract to go into this Indian country.

You will be paid for your work.

But you will be relieved of your duties

when the sheriff and his men join us at Snake Wells.

But why, se\/tor?

Our expedition is too important to be trusted to a gang of desert thugs.

I'd appreciate it if you'd stop speaking to my fiance Ms. Marian.

- You were... - That would be enough.

Come, Dr. Leonard.

So you make the lines.

El Puma can take the hint.

You don't have to draw it in.

You don't want something to do with me.

I tell you I am just so good for myself.

You mind your own business.

Hey, put that camp way far distance.

Where our chile beans and our frijoles

won't get the dirt from this place in it.

You might show a little more consideration for me, Marian.

You act as you'd never been away from home before.

You're not to tell me how to act just because we're engaged.

You and Uncle Lucius were insulting El Pulma

just because an old man lied about him.

I believe him.

Sometimes you and your childish notions about romance bore me.

You don't have to listen to them.

Good night, Leonard. I'm tired.

Good night, dear.

All right. Go.

Hello.

Sorry, se\/torita, but I think before you come in next time,

you're going to make the whistle.

I will next time. Put away that gun, it frightens me.

I'm so sorry.

Won't you sit down?

This desert night, that beautiful moon.

I'm thinking you don't seem so good.

Exactly. I'm dying to talk to someone who really appreciates all this.

I see. I know. This professor Leonard, he's a pretty nice young fellow.

A little bird is whispering in my ear that maybe we're in love.

Well...

I understand, but, you know, sometimes this true love doesn't work.

It isn't that, I didn't like his attitude toward you.

I hope you'll overlook it.

El Puma doesn't care.

I'm thinking that before this expedition is over,

maybe he'll be changing a little bit.

I hope so.

Don't you ever get lonesome staying here on the desert all the time?

Lonesome?

Maybe.

For six years I've been on this desert.

First maybe I wanted to go back to my own people,

but after a while, I get to love it and I stay.

I wish you'd been here with my father.

Then he may not have been killed.

Killed? Your father was...?

That is too bad.

How did this happen?

It's a long story.

We got no place to go.

It began seven years ago when dad opened a temple of the ancient Indians.

He found hieroglyphics on several vases,

which, when decoded, told where they had hidden their gold.

So he come to these badlands, eh?

Yes, but before they had time to locate the treasure,

Bill Carson murdered him and stole everything they had found.

What happened to this Bill Carson?

He disappeared along with a foreman and some of the other diggers.

He had the same Magpie has with us.

Maybe there is some mistake.

It would not seem that this American government man

would do this to his own kind of people.

It is hard to believe,

but dad's diary, the only thing he missed, told of several violent quarrels they had.

- Marian's not on her tent. - Look for her.

- I'll be right with you. - Right.

So Uncle Lucius had to bring me along.

See, I'm the only one that can translate the diary.

Jerry.

Take your hands off of her.

Se\f:or a, your friend wants to make a joke

Yeah, I'll show you how much I'm joking.

I'm going to teach you a little respect.

Don't worry, se\/torita.

El Puma will not hurt him.

You will not be here to hurt anyone.

When the sheriff arrives, I shall report this assault.

Also, that you and your men were not in camp for half an hour,

until Dr. Leonard's papers were stolen.

But my men do not take these things.

Don't lie.

I hate to sneak thief.

Now get out and take that with you.

Come, Marian.

Amigo, break the camp.

We will no longer stay with such peoples.

They are ungrateful.

Not so fast, hombre.

I got you covered.

That mustache and that fake talk didn't fool me at all, Carson.

I think you are making a big mistake to try to hold up El Puma

without first looking what's behind your back.

Magpie, you old ferret, I might have known I couldn't fool you.

No, but, darn, you just outsmarted me like you've always done before.

You really didn't want to take me in, did you?

I ain't so sure. You made a fool out of me

and stood me up, defend you for six years.

Murder is a pretty serious charge, Bill.

Even the boys are beginning to believe you're guilty

for not showing up and denying it.

I couldn't very well.

Link Benson, the foreman of the diggers,

is the fellow that killed Professor Willis.

I knew he intended to rob him, but when I found the old man dead,

Benson and his outfit had hightailed it in the night and put the finger on me.

Where'd he go?

That's what I've been trying to find out for six years.

When I learned the law was after me for what the old man wrote in his diary,

I had to watch my step.

I knew my only chance was to catch Benson,

get a confession out of him before the law caught up with me.

What are you doing here? Why did you sign on with us?

I heard that Benson was in this part of the country

operating with his gang.

So I brought my men over, hired out as a guide to your expedition.

Ifigured I'd run into him somewhere along the line.

You figure if he still got the vases,

he'll raid this expedition to find out what the Indian writing says.

What a brilliant de§ective you are, Magpie.

Well, so long.

Don't you trust me?

I trust myself, I don't trust nobody.

You sure got that burner talk down pat, Bill.

I ought to have. I've been doing it for six years.

You know there's a big prize on your head.

And if you're lying to me, I'm through when they find out that I let you go.

I won't let you down, Magpie.

You're the last one in the world I'd do that to.

Give you my word.

Benson.

After the professor threw his knife on the ground, I picked it up.

Now they're looking for El Puma instead of me.

Did you get anything?

The book and the map he was reading.

Are you loco, old fool?

This is the same Indian writing that's on the vases.

I can't read it.

And you've knifed the only man that could.

I've done what you paid me to do.

It is your fault.

You should have made Professor Willis tell you what it said

before you shot him six years ago.

I told you never to mention that.

I forgot.

I won't say it again.

Don't worry.

We ain't licked.

I know how to get the treasure.

Well, talk and talk quick.

The girl, she knows how to read that writing.

I heard her tell El Puma.

If you're lying, you'll wish I'd choke you.

Where are they heading for next?

They were heading for Snake Wells.

With the professor gone, they might turn back.

No.

With all that gold at the end of her trail, she ain't turning back.

The rest of the boys will be here tomorrow.

We're raiding Snake Wells for that girl.

I reckon with the right kind of persuading,

she'll read that writing for us.

You get back there and keep your eye on her.

Yes, sir.

Old Juan, I bet you my life I knew that you are here.

These people on the desert, they know they can't get along without El Puma.

So that old rooster is setting you for me.

That old rooster you call him is dead.

Why you make this joke with me?

It ain't any joke when they found your knife stuck in his back.

My knife?

But El Puma is not...

It's beginning to look like the lightning strike twice in the same place.

Where do you go now, old Juan?

I was just going down to Snake Wells to sell this book to Ms. Marian.

It's the diary I found down the south trail.

This is something you find and something you can sell.

Maybe I look at it, maybe I'll buy it too.

I can't read it.

That Indian writing in there tells where a lot of buried treasures hid.

This is telling where the money is...

I can't read it, but maybe I'll buy it anyway.

Sure, and Ms. Marian can tell you what it says.

But you'll have to get down there before Link Benson does.

Link Benson?

Yeah, a fellow from down Indian country told me he was going to kidnap her.

What this fellow Benson want from these people?

I don't know from about that.

- What is Benson got to do with these? - I don't know.

You are my friend for bringing me this book anyway.

I will make you rich for this.

Pedro, v\/©nganse aqu\/¢.

Now, old Juan.

This is all for you.

Pedro will keep in, though, until you've done what I told you.

That's more gold than I've seen for 20 years.

I'll do anything you say.

That's my friend.

All you got to do is go forth to this Snake Wells.

You say the killer was alone?

He sure was when I left hlm down near Twln Butes.

That's all I want to know.

Marian, your courage and wanting to carry on has made me very ashamed

of the petty attitude I've taken towards you.

Please forgive me.

Father gave his life trying to restore these treasures to the world.

I know he'd want me to carry on.

I only hope we can get it in time.

We will.

The diary is absolutely worthless to that half breed murder.

And the sheriff will be with us soon.

You remember the directions well enough to guide us, don't you?

I just get word that El Puma is in the vicinity.

Don't worry about us. You just get El Puma.

I'll take care of her.

Sorry I've got to do this, old pal.

This is what I get for trusting a double crosser like you.

I know what you're thinking, Magpie,

and if you were right, I wouldn't have bothered to rope you off that horse.

I'd have just killed you.

That would have been too easy.

You'll likely stick a knife on my back like you did the professor.

You know what my idea about that job is?

I figured that Old Dobie did that prevention.

Don't tell me anymore of your lies.

What are you going to do with me?

Pedro will be along after a while, take you to my hideout.

I've got a job to do and I don't want you to spoil it.

Someday I'll help hang you, Bill Carson.

Magpie, I wish I could make you believe me.

- You dirty double... - All right.

Sounds like somebody riding hard.

Gee, I hope it's Magpie.

Wait.

It's El Puma.

Stay where you are.

Put away the toy, se\/tor.

I've only come here for my knife.

I lost it when I was at your camp last time. Maybe somebody find it.

You would kill a man and then come back for the knife you did it with.

Careful, se\/tor.

Sometime you're going to insult me too many.

I'll just hold you for the sheriff.

Hold it.

Somebody's liable to get hurt.

Nobody is going to get hurt.

Nobody is going to get killed.

Old Juan.

You get a horse for you and the se\/torita.

I might have known you'd be too cowardly to come here without help.

Where are you taking me?

You will pardon me, little flower,

but there is a bad hombre coming to this camp for taking you away.

When he gets here, you are not going to be found.

You're lying. You will not get away with it.

Old Juan, \/°ndale.

Se\/torita, you will get on the horse.

That's for you.

- They headed through those rocks. - Come on, men.

- We must get her. - What will you do?

Look.

Se\/tor Benson.

Now, Old Juan, you will work for this sack of gold

that Pedro holds for you.

You'll take the se\/torita and follow this road over the hill.

El Puma will teach se\/tor Benson how to chase a wild goose.

Vamos.

There goes El Puma.

It looks like somebody cashed in.

We better get to Snake Wells.

Pronto.

Forgive me, little flower, for being so late,

but El Puma does not like to talk to business on such a beautiful morning.

Why have you brought me here?

There is work for you to do, little flower.

My father's diary.

You'll read this Indian writing for me?

I will not.

Maybe El Puma make you change your mind.

Maybe I...

Maybe I kill this fellow Magpie, you still say no?

Then maybe I will have my men bring Dr. Leonard here.

Pedro can talk to him with my whip.

You still say no?

You wouldn't dare.

El Puma will dare anything.

There you are. I hope you're satisfied.

This is the end of the Broken Mesa.

I know that spot very well.

There's many times I have camped there.

This is great for me.

So you do not like our company.

You want to leave El Puma?

Little flower.

You will never know what beautiful days you have made these for me.

You can go right away.

Pedro! Get a couple of horses.

Now we will tie loose Magpie.

Well, I'll be ding busted.

Link Benson's been sitting on that gold for two years and didn't even know it.

Something's up. It's Old Dobie on a horse.

Hello, Dobie. What's up?

What do I get if I take you to the Indian treasure?

We split. Let's have it.

South end of Broken Mesa.

Right under our noses.

Dig out three small stones from under large boulder.

I know that spot.

Men, get them tools before the sheriff finds out what's happened.

It's the sheriff.

Marian, are you all right?

Of course I am.

Sure was exhausted when we picked him out in the desert looking for us.

Where's El Puma?

He's headed for Broken Mesa, and we'd better get him.

Come on, you two.

That must be it.

We leave our horses here.

This must be it, boys.

All right, let's work.

The sheriff.

If we can get to the horses and reach my cave, we're safe.

Come on.

- There goes El Puma. - After you.

Come, I'm in here.

Carson.

That's right, Link.

Now get on your feet.

Everything's under control, boys.

You better see how Old Dobie is.

All right, Dobie.

Who did it?

Benson got me, like he did with the Professor...

Willis.

That's all I'm doing.

I want you.

Who killed Professor Lloyd?

He made me do it.

He paid me first.

I didn't, he's lying.

I didn't do it, I tell you.

Yes, he did. Search the cave.

You could prove it.

Search the cave.

Not so fast.

Ms. Marian, it's taken me six long years to solve this case.

Do you think I might get my old job back now?

If you're able to get around after I get even with you

for leaving me tied up for a couple of days.

Don't let him go before I can sign up all his double writers as deputies.

You better get along now and testify against this hombre.

Well, young lady,

you remember one time El Puma told you that maybe sometimes he would change?

S\/¢, and swell too.

Good luck to you both.

Bye.

Adi