It's your misfortune and not on my own.
It's the Chi-Yi-Oh, get along you little doggies.
It's your misfortune and not on my own.
It's the Chi-Yi-Oh, get along you little doggies.
It's the Chi-Yi-Oh, get along you little doggies.
Close on the heels of the gold rush in 1849 followed crime and lawlessness.
Bandits and outlaws murdered honest miners for their gold.
Years later, mining companies organized, but to some extent the evil still persisted
until finally the ever reliable United States Marshals were asked to enlist in the miners' war on crime.
We move now to a mining town in New Mexico and join Lightning Jim Whipple and Whitey Lawson in the office of the Aztec Mining Company.
Lane Prentiss, the company's express manager, is reading a letter Lightning has given him from the Attorney General in Washington.
It says in this letter that you boys have been assigned to track down the vermin that's been murdering our guards and stealing our gold.
When you figuring to start, Marshal?
Just as soon as Whitey here can water the horses while I get the lowdown on these thieving coyotes.
Hey, wait a minute Lightning, ain't we going to put on the feed bag first? You risk my stomach a scrawling worst in a store of screech, Charlie.
I got some bread and cheese in my pack, we'll eat it on sale.
Oh, that's good.
What about it Prentiss? Can you give us any clue to the hombres that's been doing this dirty work?
I'm afraid not, Marshal. All I know is that the gold shipments ain't coming through from the mine in Hernandez.
Of course, I've got my suspicions.
What kind of suspicions?
Well, I don't like to gab about a man behind his back, Marshal, but all this new fella up to the mine's Jeff Allen has been acting mind-espicious lately.
Yeah? What's his business?
He's the new field boss at Hernandez and charge of shipping the gold.
I see. You kind of figure Allen's responsible for seeing to it that the gold don't get here, huh?
Well, I ain't sure. But all I know is them shipments were never held up till Jeff Allen was appointed field boss.
What's more, Allen and me are the only ones who know when the gold's coming through.
Well, guess me and Whitey better hop along and take a gander at Mr. Allen. What trail do we take?
Well, there's only one trail you can take, Marshal, and that's through the mountain.
I see.
And take a guide with you, and when you get to Hernandez, keep your eye peeled.
My hunch is that Jeff Allen knows more about them murders than the stolen gold, and he's admitting.
Well, reckon we must be half way there on Andy's Banner. That is, providing Pedro, the guide up ahead there, so he knows the trail.
Well, if Pedro knows the trail, all right, lightning. He'll tell me he used the ride for the mining company before the gold was stolen.
That's so.
Say, you got an idea of who's doing it, lightning?
No, Whitey, I ain't. Our friend Prentice wouldn't want to tell.
Senorita!
What is it, Pedro?
This is the place, senorita, where El Bandito killed guard and stole gold.
Well, I want to give this place a look, say. Maybe there's a clue to the jasper that's been doing all this killing and stealing.
What you got there, Whitey?
Don't go and define no, lightning. It's the piece of silver, I reckon.
Let me look at it. For you old fool cat, that's a bullet. Silver bullet.
Silver bullet?
Don't blame me, though, for not recognizing it. In a few time, manufacture nowadays a little fire slug like this.
Hmm, innocent looking place, ain't it?
The silver bullet, senor. It is the same bullet El Bandito used to kill El Capitano of the gold train.
Yeah? So, that's the story, eh? First time I heard of a killer using a silver bullet.
But it puts a mighty interesting light on.
Mother of the door!
Get the cover, quick!
That's where the shooting's coming from, Whitey. Over there behind that rock. See the smoke?
Oh, I see it. The sneaking skunk. I saw him something.
Oh, Mr. Bagali.
There he goes. Look at him hide till it's out of there.
Well, I get him for sure this time.
Still it, Whitey. He's ducked out of sight. I'd give a week's pay to get a peek at that Jasper's face.
Steady, thunder. Come on. Let's hit the trail. We got some tall riding to do.
Come on, boys.
Whoa, you think the fellow knows who we are, lightning?
That's just what I'm thinking. There's only one armory knows we have taken the trail to Hernandez today.
Unless my guess is slum-local, Whitey. The snake that's been aiming to kill us is our friend Prince's.
Arriving in Hernandez, Jim and Whitey went immediately to the office of Jeff Allen.
I'm mighty glad you've come, Marshal.
If anybody can get us these murdering yellow bellies, you're the one.
Thanks, Miss Allen. After providing target practice for one of them this afternoon, I'm just itching to lay hands on that gang.
You're echoes for me too, Bagali.
Tell me, Miss Allen, you ever seen the likes of this before?
I sure have, Marshal.
Yeah? It's a silver bullet.
The same kind of slug that's been used to murder the leader of the pack train every time the gold is stolen.
And they're all as located clean through the heart.
You've been in, Minister. Yes, there must be a dead shot, all right.
I tell you, Marshal, the jasper that's the brains of this gang ain't no ordinary killer.
Every time a shipment is held up, them Mexicans of mine, high-tailed out of the mountains, are blabbering about evil spirits dressed like ghosts with glinnin' skulls on their chest.
Yes?
Yeah. And by the time I heard them back, the gang's been moosed with the gold.
I see. You never met up with these gun-toting ghosts yourself, did you, Mr. Allen?
No, Marshal, I didn't. My job is to stay here and supervise the camp.
But if we can't get the gold through to Youngsville, there ain't no sense in mining it.
I'm taking the next shipment through myself.
Yeah? When you're planning your next shipment?
Thursday.
Thursday? That's two days away. Does Prentice know about it?
Why?
Sure. He knows every time I ship the gold.
Mr. Allen, has there ever been any bad blood between you and Prentice?
Oh, I wouldn't call it that, Marshal. He was just a might put out, because I was appointed field boss up here instead of him, that's all.
I see.
You ain't suspecting Prentice?
No, no, I ain't suspecting nobody, yes. One last question, Mr. Allen.
Do you know of an armory in this part of the country that collects Spanish antique?
You mean family heirlooms and stuff like that?
That's it. Jewels, you know, old furniture. Maybe even guns that were used a couple of centuries ago.
Matter of fact, the do-marsh.
Yeah?
Don Felipe Ramirez, his name is. And to hear him talk, he's got the finest collection of Spanish antiques in the country.
Where does this Don Felipe hang out with, Allen?
He lives in that big ranch up there on the hill. But you can generally locate him at the Cafe La Casa Oro.
Thanks. Hmm. Come on, Whitey. Let's play a little visit to La Casa Oro.
See that dark sinister looking Spaniard at that table over there, Whitey?
He meant the Yager with the long sideburns and the black mustache.
Yeah, that's the one. That's Don Felipe Ramirez. I had the bartender point him out.
Come on, we'll go over and introduce ourselves. I got me an idea, Whitey.
Good evening, Signor Ramirez. My name is Jim.
Buenas noches, Senorita.
This is my assistant, Ben Dolson.
Eh, oh, eh, please, finish.
Eh, Senorita, what can I do for you?
Senor Ramirez, I'm the Precious, an agent for a wealthy antique collector in San Francisco.
With name, I'm not at liberty to disclose.
My client has heard of your excellent collection of Spanish antiques in there.
He sent me down here to make you an offer.
Your client is a wise man, Senor. My collection is famous all over the world.
Yes.
Many of my pieces have been bequeathed to me by my ancestors.
Yes, that's so. Then you'll show us your collection, Don Felipe?
Oh, mis amigos, it is such a pity you have traveled so far for nothing.
My collection, it is not for sale.
Oh, that's too bad.
However, maybe you like I show it to you, eh?
Sure, sure would.
Sure, come, Senor. We go to my rancho.
I'll show you something you will not forget.
Will Don Felipe's collection of antiques betray the identity of the mysterious bandit killer?
We'll follow the two marshals on their adventures in just a moment.
We are ready to meet you.
Here I come!
Welcome and welcome!
And now for part two of the thrilling adventures of Lightning Jim and the Silver Bullet.
Masquerading as purchasing agents for a wealthy antique collector, Lightning Jim and Whitey
have been invited by Don Felipe Ramirez to see his collection of Spanish heirlooms.
We join them now at Don Felipe's round show.
Well, señores, what do you think of Don Felipe's collection, eh?
Well, sir, that's the most complete collection of Spanish antiques I've ever seen.
You are, eh?
So, that's a mighty interesting pair of silver mounted pistols hanging over the fireplace,
Don Felipe.
Mind if I take a look at them?
Do not touch them, senor.
Do not touch.
Fine.
I am so sorry.
I do not mean to be rude, senor, but these pistols, they are my most prized possession.
Very old and brittle.
If you touch them, they fall apart.
Oh, well, they look strong enough to shoot.
Nevertheless, senor, you will not take them from the wall.
Senor.
You wish to see me, Pancho?
Please, senor Ramirez.
Pardon, señores.
Sure.
Senor, please wait for you in the office.
Gracias.
You will excuse me, señores.
There is a matter I must attend to.
That's all right, don Felipe.
I'll take your time.
Big whitey, we've got to act fast.
Eh, what are you going to do like me?
I'm going to have a look at them pistols at the dawn so anxious about.
I've got a hunch the gun that fired this silver bullet you picked up on the tail is...
It might be it.
He did not say you to come to the ranch.
You're only one I sent for you.
I don't worry, boss.
Nobody saw me.
I sneaked in through the secret passage.
I had to have it come to warn you.
To warn me?
Yes.
I had a visit this morning from two United States Marshals.
Lightning Jim Whipple and Whitey Lawson.
They're in the enders right now.
It's best to get them holdups we pulled off.
Why you not come tell me this morning?
Because I was following Whipple as far as the divide.
Tried to slug him, but he...
Yes.
What do these Lightning Jim look like?
Well, he's a two-fisted buckaroo.
Tall, rangy.
They say he can pull a gun faster than a replicant strike.
Whitey the Swede is a...
Swede?
One of those is a Swede?
Yeah.
Well, what's wrong, boss?
Wait.
Come here.
Now, look.
Look through those cracks in the door
and tell me what you see.
Jumping, gee, harsher, but...
That's Lightning Jim Whipple and Whitey Lawson,
the two Marshals I've been telling you about.
So they think to make those four of them flippy, huh?
Oh, you will see.
Yes, boss, I suspect you were stealing my gold
and croaking my guards.
Of course they suspect you, fool.
Come with me while I get a gun.
I will show this Mr. Whipple what it means to make
the joke with John Filippi.
Look, Whitey, how wild and shiny these pistols are.
They've been in the town assembly for hundreds of years,
all right, but I'm waiting and they've been fired
as recently as last week.
Hand me that silver bullet.
You go here at this, Whitey.
See if the silver bullet fits in them, the pistols.
Whitey, proves that John Filippi killed the guards
and stole the gold, isn't that it?
Yeah, it would prove the bullet was fired
from the Don's pistols, Whitey, but it wouldn't prove
the Don pulled the trigger.
That's what we've got to prove.
Yeah, the other gun's all right.
Just not the silver bullet.
It's them barrels.
Yeah, see?
See, I found something, too.
Look here in this pistol box in the mantel.
Whew, you sure have, partner.
A sharpshooter's medal.
According to Jeff Allen, each of them guards
had died with a silver bullet cleaned through his heart.
Only a supermarkman,
and one of these hands could have done that.
And this medal testifies that John Filippi
is just the kind of a sharpshooter
that we've been looking for.
You are very smart, General Weeple.
Keep your hands up, Senator.
Look out for him, boss.
He's a crazy lightning on the draw.
It's about time you hoisted your proof-tellers, Prentice.
Next time you aim to kill me,
I hope your shooting's a powerful lot sharper
than it was back there on the trail.
There ain't gonna be no next time for you, Weeple.
Your number's up right now.
That is talking off.
You will be so kind to give me those pistols
and the silver bullets, Senor Weeple.
Gracias, Senor Prentice.
You will take away the guns of the prisoner.
You bet I will, boss.
That is good.
Now, amigos, you will go as I direct.
The Senor Weeple is a lover of rare antiques,
Senor Prentice.
Maybe in my underground chamber of order
we will find some little instrument of torture
with which to amuse him, eh?
Late that night, Lane, Prentice, and Don Felipe
hold a conference in the Spaniard's private office.
You seem nervous.
Hell, I am.
A United States government man and with him, this...
You won't underestimate Don Felipe, Senor.
Our friends, the Marshal, will be gone pronto like the wind.
I have the way of making men disappear,
the way of being bequeathed to me by my ancestors.
When will the gold be shipped again?
Thursday. That's two nights from now.
Jeff Allen's aiming to take the shipment through himself.
I think you do not like Lord Senor Allen, eh?
You're thinking straight, boss.
I've been aching to get even with that double-crossing Polk
ever since he had his self-appointed field boss instead of me.
It'll be a pleasure to see you put that silver bullet in his heart, Thursday.
Maybe, Senor.
You like it better if the gold is shipped tomorrow, eh?
Then, Lord Senor Allen, you have one day less to live.
Hey, that'll be great.
How you gonna fix it?
I, myself, can do nothing, Senor.
But I think maybe we persuade
the Senor Weeple to arrange it for us, eh?
Listen closely, amigo.
What is...
Why do you wake up?
Eh... what?
Take the sleep out of your eyes, partner.
We got work to do.
Oh, eh... where are we, lightning?
Judging from the wicked look in my eyes hanging from the rafters,
I'd say we was in Don Felipe's private torture chamber.
Don't be near me, let's get out of here.
Oh, my goodness!
You ain't forget the Don changed us to the wall last night, are you, partner?
Oh, I think I forget, all right, lightning.
Oh, what's the matter?
I've been sleeping in some kind of an old weapon.
Looks like a short iron spear.
Better hang on to it, whitty, so we can trick Prentice or the Spaniard
into coming close enough to us.
Might come in handy.
Yo, I used to take your heavy estes hands, I tell you.
Say, whitty, take a look at that robe hanging on the wall over there.
Yo, I see.
That's marked with skull and bones on the front.
Yeah, a death sentence.
Just like Jeff Allen said, scared the fight out of his Mexicans.
He made them deserve the gold that was supposed to be gotten.
Well, I guess that proves that Don is the thief, all right.
Yeah, but it still don't prove that Don killed the guards.
Somebody's coming, Pior.
Probably the Spaniard apprentice.
Set on that iron thing you got and be ready.
I can't, we can't use it to make a break.
If you say an opening, give me an eye for it.
Buenos dias, senorita.
You sleep well, huh?
Sure, personally, I like sleeping in irons better than on a feather mat.
Our friend has the sense of humor, senor Prentice.
You'll laugh onto the other side of his mouth before we're through with him, boss.
Oh, si, senor.
Now we make the better joke, huh?
Si.
Give those pen and paper to the senor Weeper.
Sure, boss.
Now, senor, you will write what I tell you.
Well, you'll have to unlock these irons first.
Man can't write with his hand side.
Oh, si, bueno.
Unlock the chains from the senor's wrist, senor Prentice.
You better watch him, he's a great lightning.
You will address the letter to the senor Jeff Allen.
Write the following, amigo.
Can keep to you plan to ship gold tomorrow.
Ship gold tonight.
And trick them.
I will join you later.
Now, senor Weeper, you will sign it in Weeper.
No, remire, Jeff Allen has taken the gold to himself.
If I send him this note, it'll be the same as sending him to his death.
That is the joke, amigo.
You are not amused, eh?
If you do not sign the note, senor,
I make you to laugh with the torture my ancestors used.
I'm not a fool, Don Felipe.
You're just on me enough to do it.
All right, I'll sign.
You are one smart man, senor.
I give this note with your silver bullet to Pancho
to take to those senor Allen.
Then he will be positive it come from you.
Senor Prentice, you lock him up while I go send the message.
I'll do that with pleasure.
Hasta luego, amigo.
I will wait for you tonight at Limestone Rock.
Let us hope for much gold, eh?
Adios, senores.
Well, marshal, what do you suppose the attorney general will say
when you're telling you've been spending your valuable time
dressed up and changed like a hound dog, if you live?
Hey, let me lock up them hands of yours.
And don't make no wrong moves, mister.
You'll get a slug out of this shooting iron.
Good work, Jeff. You came just in time.
What? Where is he?
Nice work, party.
You're late, miss.
Dusting that iron bar on the floor.
Made him turn around just long enough for me to crack him on the hip with this...
with his handcuffs.
By him, you are grease lightning, all right.
Well, you've got to work fast.
Here's the key for your table.
Yo, yo.
What is it?
Listen to this cold-cats' foe.
Get him into yours.
Yo.
I'll explain my plans while you change.
All right, you are the boss, like that.
When you get into Prentice's duds,
I'll tell it as fast as you can to Jeff Allen.
Yo.
Tell him the Noda Road's a frame-up.
But to ship the gold tonight, just like the note says.
Yo, yo, yes, sir.
And tell him to be sure to wear this under his shirt
when he takes the shipment through.
What is that, lightning?
It's an antique chain and breastplate I found on the floor.
When you get to Jeff Allen, ask him to round up a party for you
and surround Limestone Rock.
But instruct you men not to open fire on the gang
till Don Felipe lets loose with that silver bullet at Jeff.
Yo, yo.
See, I've finished changing the clothes now, lightning.
Good.
You just lift this coyote and lock him in your chain.
Yo.
See, what are you going to do, lightning?
I'm gagging this cold-cat.
And then laying him on his belly, so...
So Don Felipe will think he's asleep face down.
Yo, but I mean, what you want to do while I am gone?
I'm staying here and checking the evidence, Whitey.
You can expect me tonight at Limestone Rock.
Yo, but suppose Don Felipe come back?
That's just why he got to stay here, Whitey.
If Don Felipe came back and found us gone,
he'd high-tail it out of here.
And we wouldn't have no proof that he was the jaff who had done the killing.
We've got to let him go through with the hold-up
and catch him in the act of trying to kill Jeff Allen.
Yo, yo, sure, I see now.
But get going. Ain't got no time to lose.
Lightning Jim, pretending to be chained and handcuffed,
awaits the coming of Don Felipe.
Oh, I see my two brave law eagles are still in their nest.
Yes, Don, we know when we're late.
But if we ever get out of here...
Oh, that you will never do, Marshal.
When I return with the gold from the hold-up,
I have plans for you and your deputy.
My ancestors have bequeathed me
not only a heritage of fine weapons,
but a knowledge of how to dispose of those who,
shall we say, annoy us?
Yeah, we take a lot of killing, Don.
And if you do torture us to death,
just remember there's more United States Marshals
where I come from, and then get...
Hey, you gringos, you're not clever enough
to catch me, Senor.
Now I shall see that the chains of you and your deputy
are good and secure.
Now, now, now, look here, Don.
Now, have a little mercy, can't you?
My deputy's worn out,
worrying about what you're gonna do to us.
He just fell asleep.
Now, now, let him sleep, won't you?
Muy bien.
I am sure Senor Prentice chained you both well.
He's very afraid of your reputation, Marshal.
Bueno, I've gone out to gather a little more gold
for my store room, which as you already know to your sorrow,
is filled with the gold shipments
which are so mysteriously disappeared.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.
Just like you will do when I return.
So the masquerade was successful,
and unaware of the trap that Lightning Jim had set for him
at Limestone Rock,
the Spaniard donned his weird white robe
with a grinning death head and rode to meet the gold train.
Releasing himself from his chains,
Lightning Jim trailed him
and joined Whitey in concealment behind a huge boulder.
Men are primed for the fight, Whitey.
Your Lightning, they got the Don and his steven coyotes
around them, and they're just sitting for me
to give them the word.
Listen.
My gallant Lightning, their coast attack train, no?
This is the gold train, all right.
There's Alan riding around the bend.
Look, Whitey, the Spaniard.
Do you see him standing on that rock?
Don't bring him any light,
he's aiming to kill Mr. Alan with the silver bullet.
Hold your fire, Whitey.
Alan's got on the chain armor.
We've got to give the Spaniard the first shot.
There he is.
Turn your wounds loose, Whitey.
All right, boys.
Start firing.
Put down that pistol, we may have.
Whitey, see whiffles.
You're more clever than I thought.
You escaped by chains,
but you will not escape by silver bullet.
Look out, Lightning.
My scum, I meant.
And your whiffles.
Never have I seen a gaviero so light
as this one.
Thanks for ending it.
You all right, my son?
Sure thing, Miss Alan.
Don's bullet didn't even hit me.
And now I can prove that Don Felipe
is the man who's been killing your guard.
Well, that, Senor Marshall,
is one thing you cannot prove.
Oh, yes, it can, Don Felipe.
And that's why I only wounded you
and didn't shoot you through your black heart.
I'm saving you for a little rope trick
used by Uncle Sam.
Not so bad as torture,
but just as effective as
the blows of those who annoy you.
Open your shirt, Alan.
Let me see that chain breastplate you're wearing.
Yes, but, Senor Marshall,
you are clever, Senor Marshall.
There you are, Marshall.
What are you doing?
I'm looking for the silver bullet
that was fired at you
just a few minutes ago.
There it is.
Like all the other fancy shooting,
this one's embedded right over the heart.
If Whitey hadn't brought you this armor to wear,
you'd be pushing up daisies now.
They'd have burned if I wouldn't.
And so ends another thrilling adventure
in the lives of United States
Marshal Lightning Jim Whipple
and his deputy, Whitey Larson.
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