The Tom Hicks-Rolston Street Shooters are on the air.
And here comes Tom Hicks, America's favorite cowboy, a Tony cowboy!
Tom Hicks-Rolston Street Shooters bring you another episode in the mystery of the hurricane
horse.
Even if Tom Hicks talks to one of you street shooters to get your advice about the strange
actions of the hurricane horse.
The horse itself puts in a sudden appearance outside the PM bar ranch house and fiercely
attacks Tony.
We're with Tom and Sheriff Mike Shaw at reaching the front door and rushing out onto the porch.
That's a present tower, though, Tom.
Look at him.
That hurricane horse is his business.
Yes, but so does Tony.
Tom, we've got to do something.
We can't just stand here while them two kill each other.
Well, Tony didn't start this, but I don't want to shoot that other horse.
He's too good a one.
Only one thing to do, and that's to rope him.
Hey, vinegar, grab that rope over the corral, Vince.
I've got it.
I've got it.
Hurry up, you have molasses in January.
No, it's too late.
He's broken away from Tony.
Looks like he's heading up by heaven.
Yeah, but Tony hasn't, though.
Yeah, Tony, cowboy.
He's just itching to put his tram on the Tamavera cord.
Oh, son, ho, ho, ho.
Hey, Tom, where are you going?
After that hurricane horse.
All right, Tony.
Cowboy!
Cow!
Cowboy!
Almost at the same moment, he vaults into the saddle.
Even as Tony the Wonder Horse rares and plunges ahead onto the chase, Tom is uncoiled.
He's on the edge of his own lorry, who dies on the hurricane horse ahead.
In a moment, we're going to hear a tense and thrilling episode.
But first, would you like to make breakfast as exciting as a circus and as packed with
fun as a three-day rodeo?
Then just do this.
Ask Mother to bring home a red and white checkerboard package of shredded ralphthen the next time
she goes to the grocery.
Shredded ralphthen is the cereal everybody gets excited about.
Made of whole wheat, each little gold and brown shredded ralphthen biscuit is bite-sized.
That's right.
Each little crisp toasty biscuit is bite-sized and fits right on your spoon for easy eating.
And shredded ralphthen has a flavor that's out of this world.
A flavor so unusual, so delicious, the flavor secret is actually passionate.
Shredded ralphthen packs plenty of cowboy energy, the kind of up-and-atom energy you
need to be a leader, a winner, and a real straight shooter.
So get on the breakfast bandwagon.
Ask Mother to pick up a package of shredded ralphthen.
She'll be glad to when you tell her it's energy-rich, whole wheat, ready to eat, and tastes so well,
it makes breakfast the best meal of the day.
Now, we're in the saddle with Tom Mitchell as he races after the hurricane horse.
Climb, Tony, climb, son.
You're gaining on him.
Come on, son.
That horse sure can run, though.
He's terrific.
A little more, Tony.
A little more, son.
I'll get this rope on him.
Come on, Tony.
Come on, son.
Don't let him pull away from you, son.
That's it.
That's it.
Another few seconds now.
Now!
I got him!
Ho, Tony!
Ho, ho, ho!
Back, back, son, back!
That a boy.
Hold him, Tony.
Hold him, son.
I'll get as close to him as I can, but too much for one man, I'm afraid.
Now, good.
Here comes Mike and the boys.
Hold him, Tom!
Hold him, Tony!
That's easier said than done, partner.
Could have been well named by Crazy Fox.
He's a hurricane on four feet.
All right, boys.
Get as many ropes on him as you can.
And watch it.
Stay clear of him.
All right, Tom!
All right!
Come on, Mike.
Snap out of it.
Snap out of it.
Tom, hulks me around again, will he?
I ain't never seen such a bold, ancient, spirit-seeking redskin.
Mike!
Will you ever beat me?
Get a rope on him, Mike.
Yeah, Tom.
He's wonderful, but he's only two.
Only formative there ever was once.
Hey, now, what in the name of road is this sweet thing?
Tom!
Tom says the pleasant sourdough.
That critter started acting gentle as a lamb.
Look at him, Tom.
Look at him.
Standing there just as quiet as kindy.
Oh, that's funny.
What could have happened to gentle him down like that?
Exactly.
Don't make sense.
It just...
It's just a little bit of a
little bit of a...
I'm over the next county already.
All right, hold him, boys.
Hold him.
Hey, you, fire water.
Get your twine on his foreleg.
All right, Pegasus.
I'll do it.
All right.
Playing possum, that's what he was.
He is a vomit.
Hey, what's in condoration?
Tom, he's doing it again.
One minute he's tearing up the ground in the horn-tossing, soft-pawing mood, and the next
minute he's just as gentle as a maiden.
What does it do in home?
If you ask me, you do.
Me?
I think so.
It's happened twice now.
This time, he's feeding on the wrong range.
He steadies down every time he hears your voice.
See how close you can get to him, Mike?
Yeah, Tom, yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, now, now, now.
It's all right, boy.
Don't be scared of nothing like that.
Yeah, yeah.
We're partners, you and me are.
I noticed the minute I said I'd done it.
Yeah, I judge you ain't no killer.
I don't know myself what comes over you, but I know you're not.
I know you're not.
I know you're not.
I know you're not.
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I know you're not.
Please don't go to my dad, Mr. Jones.
If you knew I'd been gambling, even when I said it was just a friendly little bet, I'd...
Like he'd give you a good laripin with a razor strap. Is that it?
No. With anything like that, I could take it.
It's just that while it'd hurt him, it'd hurt him real deep.
I don't want to hurt my dad, Mr. Jones.
Eh, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you a chance to win it back.
If you mean what I think you do, I...
We'll play one game of pinball. We'll bet the whole 400.
Now, if you win...
Yeah, but suppose I don't win. I'll owe you 800.
Well, that's the chance you take.
I can't afford to take that chance, Mr. Jones.
That's your business. But I want the $400 you owe me by tonight, or I'll have to go to your father.
I'll just have to.
Well, look, can't you give me a little more time?
You've had a full week already.
Yeah, I know, but $400 by tonight, Buck Anderson, or I go to your father.
And don't blame me, either. People are always blaming me for things that I never...
Hey, Wimper, mom's calling.
All right, all right, volcano. Now, Buck, go away and stop bothering me.
Couldn't you give me some tomorrow night?
Tonight. I've waited long enough.
Right there, Wimper.
I know where the phone is, volcano. I know where it is.
Yes, hello? Yes, Joker, yes. What is it?
Oh, no. No, you're kidding, Joker. You...
But how?
Oh, knuckle-headed fool, I knew you'd go too far. I knew you would.
Tried to kill Sheriff Shaw. And did he?
Well, that's something to be grateful for.
Now, you listen to me, you pea-brained idiot. You've got to get that horse away from Mitch.
Yes, yes. They're bound to think he's a killer.
And they'll put him out of their way, and that'll spoil my whole plan.
I don't know how you're going to do it, but do it.
You heard me, Joker. Get that horse away from Mitch, or you'll force me to do something very unpleasant.
Very unpleasant, Joker. Yes. Goodbye.
What a blasted fool, let Mitch get his hands on the red chestnut. I knew he'd go too far.
That kind of knocks your whole scheme into a cock-tach, doesn't it?
Well, if it does, if Joker doesn't get that horse back, I'll have to think of something else.
Yeah. What about Chef Anderson's fish?
That part of my scheme's coming along fine. Just fine.
Good. And to come relax and have a smoke down there. Got a butt?
Are you going to give up smoking, or aren't you?
You know how it is, Wimper. You know how it is.
What scheme was Wimpering Jones talking about?
And how did Buck Anderson and the Hurricane Horse figure it?
Say, what about Mike? How badly was he hurt? We'll know tomorrow.
So be sure to be with Tomix and his Boston straight shooters then for the next surprising episode of...
The Mystery of the Hurricane Horse.
Say, have you any gulp it down and go breakfast eaters in your family?
You know, the kind that rush to the breakfast table, gulp down their orange juice, gulp down their coffee,
gulp down on a piece of toast, slap their hats on their heads, and dash off to work.
Well, if you have, then serve Shredded Ralston.
Boy, oh boy, shredded Ralston has a flavor that's so good, it tastes so swell,
that your family will not only enjoy it right down to the last crisp bite,
but they'll stick around for second helping.
Made of whole wheat, baked into crisp, toasty little bite-sized biscuits that fit right on your spoon for easy eating.
Shredded Ralston is a real up-and-atom energy breakfast that'll help every member of your family get going and keep going.
And it's so rich in energy, even a little does a lot for you.
So pick up a red and white checkerboard package of shredded Ralston tomorrow
and treat your family to the bite-sized whole wheat ready-to-eat cereal that tastes so swell,
it makes breakfast the best meal of the day.
Shredded Ralston for your breakfast, start the day off shining bright.
Gives you lots of cowboy energy with a flavor that's just right.
For better breakfast, it's Ralston, one, two, three.
Shredded Ralston, the ready-to-eat bite-sized cereal, regular Ralston, and instant Ralston, the delicious hot cereal.
Look for these whole grain cereals in the red and white checkerboard packages.
For better breakfast, it's Ralston, one, two, three.
Now mixed with flayed by Curly Bradley and written by George Lother, Don Gordon speaking.
This is the Mutual Broadcasting System.
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