The Tom McRolston Freight Shooters are on the air from coast to coast.
When it's ralph and time for breakfast, then it surely is a treat.
Catnip full flavored ralph and
the cowboy sing gets great. Once they try, you have to buy it.
Tom McRolston's Jack Sargent of smuggling a gun into the Doby jail and giving it to Simon Blake so that the dangerous outlaw could use it to
make sure that he's escaped. One reason for Tom's suspicions is that Sargent's own gun is mysteriously missing.
Tom can prove that Sergeant gave Blake that gun.
He'll have a valuable piece of evidence
to help him in his fight for James.
Now Tom has asked the sheriff to post a parcel
around the base of Ballface Mountain
in the belief that Blake is hiding there
and that they can starve him out.
If they succeed in capturing Blake,
Tom may find the outlaw is carrying Sergeant's gun.
And if this is true, Sergeant will be in a mighty bad spot.
Meanwhile, Tom has heard no word from the wrangler
whom he sent east in search of witnesses.
Well, a new visitor arrived at the TM Bar Ranch yesterday.
Professor Wallace, a lovable but absent-minded old scientist,
has come west to help Tom with his plan
to create a national park.
In just a moment, we'll take you out to Dolby.
But first, here's James.
Hi, straight cuters.
These flashlights that Tom's offering to send you
are the swellest flashlights you ever saw.
Hankus and I use them for signaling to each other.
You see, just by turning a little dial
on the end of the flashlight, you can make it throw a red,
a green, or a white light.
It's really three flashlights in one.
I carry mine around with me all the time.
It's not only swell for signaling,
but simply grand for hiking or camping trips.
You can find your way around your house in the dark.
You've never seen a flashlight like this one.
They've been made just for Tom and aren't sold anywhere.
So if I were you, I'd order one right away,
because they're going fast.
Here's one grant to tell you how easy it is to get yours.
Straight cuters, to get Tom's beautiful, streamlined,
pocket-sized flashlight with battery
involved all ready to use, a flashlight
that at the simple turn of a dial
will throw a red, a green, or a white light,
here's all you have to do.
Simply print your name and address
on the backs of two Ralston box tops
and mail to Tom Miller, number one,
Checkerboard Square, St. Louis, Missouri.
That's all you have to do,
and this handsome flashlight is yours.
If you prefer, send only one Ralston box top
and 10 cents and coins.
Be sure to send box tops from Ralston,
the grand hot whole wheat cereal
that is so good to eat and so good for you.
This offer is made only in the United States.
Be sure to get your order in tonight.
And now, come on out to Dolby.
Lawyer Snood and his nephew William
have just dropped in at the TM Bar Ranch.
Lawyer Snood has gone inside to talk to Tom,
leaving William out with Jane.
William, please don't do that.
Why not?
Because it hurts him.
Come here, Checkerboard.
Yeah, he's nothing but a little old dog.
You wouldn't like it if someone
hurt your ears, would you?
I didn't hurt them very hard.
Say, look at that bird up there in that tree.
Bet you can't hit him with a rock.
Well, I wouldn't want to.
Why not?
Because I like birds.
Well, I don't.
They're watching me hitting.
William, please.
Hey, you let go of my arm, Jane.
You can't throw rocks at birds.
I'll call my uncle.
All right, call your uncle, William.
Hey, you better be pretty nice to me, I guess you better.
Trying to be, William.
Only you can't throw rocks at birds with full Checker's ears.
Oh, can I?
My father's a pretty important man, I guess.
Maybe he is, William.
I guess I can do just about whatever I want.
I guess nobody can tell my father what to do.
No matter how important people are,
if they do something wrong, someone will stop them.
Oh, that's what you think.
I guess you just wish you had a father like mine.
Well, I've got Tom.
Tom X?
He isn't your father.
No, he's not my real father, William.
But he's part of the father.
You see, I'm an orphan.
You are not.
Who told you that?
Tom, I asked him after you laughed at me that day in Dobian.
He called me one.
Well, you're not an orphan.
And Tom can't say he's any kind of a father,
because you've already got one.
What do you mean, William?
I know who your father is.
I looked him in the door when he told my Uncle Amos.
When he told your Uncle Amos what?
Said he was your father.
You want to know who it was, Jane?
No, you're just joking.
You wait and see how much of a joke it is.
When he comes to take you away from here.
Just wait, that's all.
When who comes to take me away, William?
Jack Sargent, that's who.
Jack Sargent?
Jack, he's your real father.
He and Tom make that a big argument about you,
right in my Uncle Amos' office.
I heard him.
Sargent's going to have Tom arrested
and make him give you to him.
Ask Tom to arrest him?
Sure.
They'll probably put him in jail for years and years.
And then the police will come and get you.
You'll have to go and whipple up Jack Sargent, or, well,
they'll probably put you in jail, too.
But William, it's not so.
You're making it up.
It can't be so.
Oh, just wait and see.
That's all.
Yep.
If you won't be telling people not to throw lots of birds,
then I guess you'll be pretty sorry you didn't treat me nice
out here at the ranch.
Because you won't be living here at the ranch anymore.
Is that so?
Cry, baby.
Cry, baby.
Come on, Tinker.
Come on.
Cry, baby, cry.
Shake your finger and your eye.
Tell your father it was I. Cry, baby, cry.
While William taunts James, inside the ranch house,
Tom is concluding a conference with William's uncle.
There's nothing more to say about the matter, Lawyer Snood.
That, Mr. Mix, after all we've...
Nothing you have shown me has in the slightest way
convinced me that Jack Sargent is guilty of murder.
That Jack Sargent is James' father.
You're being very foolish, Mr. Mix.
That happens to be your opinion, Snood, not mine.
Yeah. Oh, yes. Yes, indeed, Mr. Mix.
No offense intended.
But you must consider the evidence I have will, without a doubt,
convince the court that my client, Mr. Sargent,
has a legal right to James.
The case hasn't come to court yet, Snood.
No. No, but it will, Mr. Mix. It will.
The papers have already been filed with Judge Parson.
Yes, he told me they had.
But I may have some evidence of my own
to present to Judge Parson's lawyer, Snood.
Evidence that'll throw your client's case right out of court.
Really? You... you have this evidence, Mr. Mix?
Not at the moment, no.
Oh, oh, I understand.
You're counting on Wrangler to find it for you, eh?
I understand he went east the other night.
Yes. Yes.
It was the night that your other client, Simon Blake,
broke jail, lawyer Snood.
Yes. Yes, a very unfortunate occurrence, wasn't it?
It'll be more unfortunate for the ones who helped, Blake,
if we can discover who they are.
Oh, undoubtedly, Mr. Mix. Undoubtedly.
Now, now about this exact matter.
I wouldn't count too much on what Wrangler
is able to dig up, Mr. Mix.
Why not?
Well, witnesses lose their memory after several years,
and it was witnesses he went to find, wasn't it, Mr. Mix?
Did I say that?
No, no, just guessing, just guessing.
But, well, this fight for the custody of Jane
may last a long time,
and court cases run into money, run into money.
Wouldn't it be better for both parties
if we came to some kind of an agreement?
What do you mean by an agreement, Snood?
A financial agreement, Mr. Mix.
Mr. Sargent, my client,
realizes how much affection you have for the child,
of the care and attention you have lavished upon her
since the time she was a baby.
My client, my dear Mr. Mix, is most grateful,
and he feels that you are entitled to some compensation
for your benevolence.
In substantiating this fact,
he is sincerely willing to amply repay you
for all you have done for his motherness, Doctor.
Putting that in plain short words,
you mean Jack Sargent wants to buy me off.
Oh, really, Mr. Mix, that is...
Instead of a fight which he isn't as sure of winning
as you tried to make me believe,
he wants to make it a deal of dollars and cents.
No, Mr. Mix.
He wants me to figure out to the penny
how much I think Jane's worth to me.
Well, I'll tell you how much she's worth to me, Snood,
and you can repeat it word for word to your client.
She's worth every cent I've got
with a T.M. file that's thrown in.
And if it takes that much to fight Jack Sargent
through every court in the country to keep Jane,
she's worth it to me.
Here's your half-loyal, Snood.
Go back to Dobie and tell your client what I said.
But now, now, Mr. Mix.
Goodbye, Snood.
But, well, now, really...
Goodbye!
Yes, sir, yes, indeed.
Good day, Mr. Mix. Good day.
Oh!
Call it, Snood.
Oh, yes, yes, take a look.
Okay.
That dog don't need to run him down.
Yeah, Tom, take care of Telegrams.
They've come for you.
Thanks, David.
Look, if he comes back and says it's my fault
that his nephew William just fell in a horse talk,
don't you believe it?
I was more than a foot away from William
when he lost his balance and fell in.
Of course I was.
Take us.
Huh?
There's wires from Wrangler.
Yeah? What'd he say?
He's located one of the three witnesses he went to find.
Who is he?
Tom Freeman.
He was the engineer of the train that hit the car
Jane and her father were in.
Where at is this friend?
He's living in Coyote Wells, just 50 miles from here.
What you gonna do, Tom?
Tomorrow morning I'm riding to Coyote Wells with Jane
to see Mr. Freeman and find out just how much he remembers.
Well, straight shooters, it looks as though
the Wrangler has succeeded in locating a very important
witness who lives just 50 miles from Dolby.
That's a lucky break for Tom.
But I wonder how much this Freeman will be able
to tell Tom about the accident.
Tom is working against time and every day counts.
For sergeant, you'll remember, has taken the matter to court
in an effort to force Tom to turn Jane over to him.
Unless Tom can prove that sergeant is not Jane's father,
he will have to give Jane up.
And now here's Tom Nagle.
Straight shooters, I have found that working around the ranch
and when I'm hiking and camping, I just can't get along
without a flashlight.
They're the handiest things in the world.
Well, sir, some time ago I designed my own flashlight.
One I could use not only to find my way around in the dark,
but I could use the signal with, too.
And everybody I have shown this flashlight to
is so plumb crazy about it, I've had some made up specials
for all my straight shooter pals.
This flashlight can't be bought anywhere.
No sir.
It's streamlined pocket size.
On the head there's a little dial.
And by turning this dial, you can make the flashlight show
a red, green, or a white light.
It's really three flashlights in one.
I'm saving one of my flashlights just for you.
And if you'll get your order in, I'll send it to you right away.
Here's Lynn Grant to tell you how plumb easy it is to get yours.
Thank you, Tom.
Straight shooters, to get Tom's flashlight with battery involved
all ready to use, here's all you have to do.
Simply print your name and address on the backs of two Raulston box tops
and mail to Tom Mick's number one checkerboard square, St. Louis, Missouri.
That's all there is to it, and Tom's beautiful flashlight is yours.
If you prefer, send only one Raulston box top and ten cents in coins.
This rockler is good only in the United States.
Be sure to send box tops from Raulston, the hot whole wheat cereal
that Tom Mick recommends to give you cowboy energy.
And hurry, hurry, hurry. They're going fast.
Go get your order in tonight.
Mr. Freeman, do you remember an accident just outside of Doby some years ago?
A train hit a car carrying two men and a baby at a crossing.
Yes. Do you remember what the men in the car looked like?
Tomorrow, Tom Mick talks to Freeman, the engineer of the train that was in the wreck
in which Tom believes Jane's real father was killed.
On this conversation, Jane's whole future may depend.
Will Freeman identify Jack Sargent as Jane's father,
or will he say that Sargent is an imposter and a fake?
Be sure to listen in.
Hold on now, I'll be above sea of fever.
Look at me, round the time, to the next story.
It's Raulston time and breakfast, that surely is the treat.
That mitch pole flavored Raulston, made from old and western wheat.
Ranked with Fersettis, and you'll find before you're through.
With a lot of cream, boy, sure they've seen you stop for breakfast too.
Ask your mother in the morning, serve you up a steamy plate.
Here's a round hot whole wheat cereal, and the cowboys think it's great.
Once you try it, you'll be biased.
Tom McFerris, wild sweet, say it to me too,
say it best for you, North Ontario can't beat me.
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