Here's adventure!
Here's romance!
Here's old Henry's famous Robin Hood of the old west, a Disco Kid!
Ha ha! Well, I've got good news today, Keno.
Lookie here, Keno. I just got a letter from my granddaughter, Melinda. You want to read it?
It is right here. She says she's going to arrive here on the 10th. Ain't that something?
I thought you'd like it. Now, I expect we'd better go on and get her to read and get packed up and get on back to the diggin' so that she won't home for nothin'.
Come on, Keno. Let's go home.
Well, there's those old man and Waverton.
Yeah, Omaha. I think today's our day.
Woof! Woof!
Woof!
Go get some water for her, please, will you, Keno?
You're the best of the bees and I want a cup of tea.
Pick him up, Weaver!
Man, no funny business if you want to go on living.
Now, what do you want to pick on a poor old man like me for?
Poor old man? My foot! Why, you've been stashing away gold for years. Where is it?
You're mistaking me for somebody else, dude. You know I ain't got no gold.
Good line, you old coot.
We know better. You've been cashing almost pure concentrate at the trading post in Denver.
Not me. You've got the wrong man.
Say, maybe if we heat this poker up, it'll help you remember where you hid your gold.
No, no. Please don't hurt me. I'll show you where it is.
Now you're being smart. Go on.
You're lying to it, now I'm smart.
Try to rob me, will you, you cuckold?
Now you get off of my property and take that hard gun sling away before I kill the both of you.
Ah, take it easy, Weaver. We never meant to rob you.
Well, Omaha and I were just having a little fun.
Oh, my God.
Move.
Ah, right over there.
You seem distressed, miss. Could I be of some assistance?
Yes, my grandfather John Weaver was supposed to meet me.
Well, I wouldn't worry, miss. If old John is supposed to be here and isn't, the stage must be early.
Take it easy, boys. Take it easy.
Get out of the way, stranger. I'm going to kill that mad dog.
Not so fast, mister. This dog is not mad. He's been shot. He bit me. Get out of the way.
I think you better mind him, senor, before Cisco loses his temper.
And Pancho thinks you better win because this dog doesn't like you very much.
Andres.
Excuse me, miss, but I heard you say John Weaver was your grandfather.
Why, yes, he was supposed to meet me here. Have you any idea where he could be?
No, but that's his dog, Keno. I hope I'm wrong, but I'm afraid something's happened to old John.
You know, he and Keno are inseparable. You never see one without the other.
Easy, Keno, easy. Please don't be alarmed, miss.
The dog may have been shot accidentally, but my friend and I will find your grandfather and bring him to you.
Won't we, Pancho?
Cisco is good when it comes to finding trouble.
Cisco? Are you the Cisco kid?
That's what my friends call me.
I wouldn't worry now, miss, now with a Cisco kid on the job. I'll show you to your hotel.
Thank you both very much.
It is Cisco's pleasure.
You are welcome.
Hey, Keno, you stay with us. Pancho and I will doctor you.
Hey, Pancho. Hey, Keno.
But I warn you, if you put in with Cisco, you'll be putting your feet in the trouble. All six of them.
Oh, Pancho.
Well, you're beginning to look like the fine dog that you are, Keno.
And your bullet wound, it's almost healed, thanks to Pancho.
Doctor Pancho, if you please.
Breakfast is ready. Come and catch him.
Did you hear that, Keno? We're going to have breakfast.
Hey, Keno, you are looking so clean, I think you better have a napkin around your neck.
Why didn't you kill that dog?
I was going to, but the Cisco kid and his partner wouldn't let me.
Cisco kid?
Yeah.
Oh, he's bad medicine, dude.
It could be a lot worse if that dog leads him to Weaver's place.
I know that.
Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go gun him down.
What's the matter, boy? What's the matter?
Look out, Pancho.
Let's get out of here.
Let's go, Pancho. Go get him, Keno.
Go, go.
I don't like the look of this, dude. Let's clear out for a while.
Quiet, quiet.
How did you bring that hound in here?
I didn't bring him. He brought us here.
Say, tell me, why is it that every time this dog sees you, he wants to attack you?
Why don't you ask him?
Quiet, Keno. Quiet.
I wish he could talk, and maybe he could tell me who shot him and what happened to old John Weaver.
And also, who tried to bushel like Cisco and Pancho a while ago?
Sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about.
You're lying, mister. I think you killed John Weaver.
You can't talk to me like that. Get out of my office, both of you.
Cisco, why don't you let Keno take a little bite out of him? Maybe he will tell us the truth.
Get out. Get out of my office.
We will, but we'll be back. You can depend on that. Come on, Pancho. Come on, Keno. Come on.
Hey, Cisco, why do you let Keno take a little bite out of him? It's a shame to disappoint him this way.
We can't prove anything against Cortel, Pancho, when we don't know what he's done.
But he killed the old man, didn't he?
That's what I think. But what I think is not proof.
Oh, then all we have to do is to fold our hands and quit, huh?
No, Pancho. We're going to get the proof.
Go on, Keno. Go home. Go home, Keno. Go on. Go home.
Come on, Pancho. We'll follow you.
Hey, Cisco. Everything that's all over the place. What is this, a cyclone?
No, Pancho. But it looks like someone has made a very thorough search for something.
For something? For what?
For whatever it was that caused Weaver's disappearance.
What is it, Keno?
Hey, what are you trying to tell us, Cisco?
I'm not so sure, Pancho.
Hey, I think I know what it is.
Listen to that. It sounds hollow.
There must be a tunnel on the other side of this wall.
Tunnel? How will we get into the wall? It's solid.
We'll find out.
Cisco, the wall is open.
Help me, Pancho. It's heavy.
Look.
Hey, Cisco. It's Gold Nugget.
Yes.
Where is Keno?
I don't know.
Where do you want, Cisco?
He disappeared like a frijole from a frying pan.
Let's look on that gully over there.
Hey, Keno.
Poor old señor. They pushed him off the cliff, huh?
Yes. They shot him too.
Pancho, go back to the cabin and get a shovel.
I'll get it.
Come on, boy. Come with me. Come on.
I hate to tie you up, Keno, but you may not understand what we're going to do with your master.
Come here, boy.
Let's go get Cisco now.
Why bother? He'll be along looking for his partner.
I wonder what's keeping Pancho so long.
Keno, you stay here. I'm going to see what happened to Pancho.
Get him up, Cisco.
Oh, so it's you, huh?
Well, you're not so smart after all.
I told you he'd be along.
Come on, give me a hand.
Get that rope.
Bring Pancho in here.
Get the gold outside while I arrange to pay our final respects to Cisco and Pancho.
Are you sure this is going to look like an accident?
Leave it to me. Get the gold.
You and Pancho should get a big bang out of this.
Cisco, Cisco, wake up.
Oh, Pancho, what happened?
What happened is what's going to happen.
Did you get all the gold out?
The last of it, dude.
You wouldn't know what to do with so much gold, Omaha.
Pancho, try to get your hands loose.
Quick, hurry up.
Keno.
Here, Keno.
Here, Keno.
Come on, Keno. Come here. Come here, boy.
Come on, boy. Come on. Come on.
Untie me.
Come on, get up.
Get it off. Come on.
Keno, untie him.
Keno.
Keno.
Keno.
Thought you were dead.
You're going to wish we were because we're turning you in for murder.
And I hope you will invite Cisco and me to your next type party.
Come on, get going.
Keno, you take good care of the young lady.
I still think he should take at least half the gold.
Oh, but that much gold is only a spoiler.
He certainly would.
Spoil who?
Besides, our services are not for sale, are they, Pancho?
Not if you don't say so.
I think.
Goodbye, amigos.
The End