 P-O-S-T! P-O-S-T. Post. The serials you like the most brings you the Roy Rogers show. Starring the king of the cowboys himself, Roy Rogers. It's round the time on the Double R-Ball. The Double R-Bar Ranch transcribes stories and songs of the real west with the whipper-wills. The wisest trail scout of them all, Jonah Wilde, played by Forrest Lewis. The Queen of the West, Day 11s. And in person, the King of the Cowboys, Roy Rogers. Well, howdy, folks. This is Roy Rogers. Believe me, you can count on anything bearing the brand name, Post. And I am proud to recommend Post serials to you. So get your mom to put them on the shelf and, well, you try them as a favor to me, will ya? Well, sir, Paradise Valley, it's hot. Really hot. This is the kind of a day almost anything could happen. Take the money back. Fine. We'll split the looted meeting place like we planned. Everything but this. I don't like meeting at this hotel. Because Day 11s runs it? She won't give us any protection. Our boys don't hang out here. That's why I figured it was safe. Nobody ought to think of us hiding out here. Anyway, we'll be heading for the desert as soon as Bailey shows up. Bailey should have gotten here before us. The law trailed you and me. He got away clean. Give me a little time. Fisher, Bailey's carrying the loot from the hold up. We trusted him with that money. Bailey isn't a fool, Harris. He knows we know him and all his hideouts. He knows if he tried to run off with the loot, we could track him down within two days. Hey, somebody's out there. Get your gun ready. Who is it? Come on in, Bailey. You got here after all. Bad luck, boys. Okay. Where's the loot? Let's split it now. Something I want to explain. I've had some bad luck. Don't give us a lot of talk. Hand over the money. Come on, Bailey. We want to get out of here. I lost the money. Don't try to pull that on us. The law was after me. I thought it was anyway. Wait a minute. You're taking this all wrong. We want that money, Bailey. Right now. Put away your guns. I'm not double crossing. No, no, no, don't. No, I'll get out of here. Stop him, please. Stop him. Bring him down. Get on up there and get on the street. Thunder into the quieter Mineral City's main street had Bailey Balls dead or wounded. His two partners leaped through the window, hit the ground and run toward him. He's only wounded the law. Get him and he'll talk. And that's not all. We need the money, and he knows where it is. He was lying to us. As the gunmen close in on their fallen companion, Roy Rogers and Jonah Wilde, Roy's partner, come out of the store across the street with gun hands ready. There is Roy Rogers. Looks like he won't see an eye on this. Don't tangle with him. Get around back to the hotel. We'll get Bailey later on. Hey, sir. Harris, hold it. Yeah, they took their heels. I'll knock them into the dust. Close your fire, Jonah. They'll come out of the hotel. Yeah, I'll show you. There he was in that store, peaceful as could be. I was buying a do-dad. You see, I was buying a do-dad to brighten up my thing of a bob. When crash, somebody jumped out the hotel window. Roy! Yeah, broke the glass. Roy! A telephone call just came in for the sheriff. Charlie Fisher and Dick Harris, with a man named Bailey, held up a bank at Squaw City. Well, that explains why they didn't take the stairs. Roy! This man lying here, it's Bailey, Roy. Jonah, you and they'll see if you can get Bailey into the hotel. Then call the doctor. You bet, Roy. No way to do jump through a window. Come on, Jonah. I'll head around behind the hotel and see if I can't smoke out those other two rattlers. Before Roy can get around at the back of the hotel, Charlie Fisher and Dick Harris have made their plans. Inside Fisher's house, I quit. We can't go back in the hotel. They'll be looking for us. Inside, I said, Bailey would double crosses. He'd curry favor with the law. He'd tell them about our desert hideout. We've got to take Bailey before we leave. Roy searches the grounds, the buildings behind the hotel. He sees horses he does not recognize. And because he finds no trail leading away, surmises the outlaws are still somewhere nearby. Then he sees a sign of the dust, footprints of two men who had gone into the hotel through the back door. Quickly, Roy enters the hotel, goes directly to the room Dale uses as an office. Dale, Harrison Fisher have come in to... Dale, Jonah! What's the matter? What's happened here? I'll be all right in a minute. They've got Bailey, boy. Yeah, we was dragging and carrying and hauling this Bailey toward the room. Well, cut a charge, Jonah. Yeah, well, we opened the door here and there they was. I seen them as I went down. One of them lambasted me on the head with his gun and the other one got Dale. They must have run off with Bailey. But they tried to kill Bailey a few minutes ago. Now they risked their lives by coming back here. Bailey must know something and the other two are afraid he'll talk. Yeah, well, it's a fine way to treat a veteran soldier seven or eight wars. I say, it's a fine way to treat a veteran soldier lambast him on the head. As soon as you and Dale feel better, we'll... Well, we're all right now, Roy. Just tell us what you want done and we'll do it. Well, Fisher and Harris haven't had a chance to leave the hotel yet. And we won't give them a chance. We'll get some of them in on the street to watch the windows and doors while we search. We're going to find those rattlers. Watch every door and every window, you fellas. Don't let anyone out. Okay. I'll be back as soon as I've found what we're looking for. Jonah and I are going along to help, Roy. Oh, no, you're not. Stay here and help the men guard. Now, look here now. What would General Thomas Kenneth Rowe say if he heard a veteran of his army consented to do only guard duty after being lambasted on the head? Now, listen, Roy, you may need help and I should be with you. I know every inch of this hotel and I know every corner where they might be hiding. Well, all right. But let's not take chances. These men are desperate. They might kill rather than be captured. Roy enters the hotel. Jonah at his side. Dale walking a step behind, pointing out places where the outlaws might be hiding. They search every room, every corner of every room, but nowhere do they find the dangerous outlaws. Suddenly, Dale steps out ahead. Roy, there's one place we haven't looked. Dale. This storage closet's behind the stairway. Get back here. Don't take chances. Here. See? Raise your hand and pray. That's the girl Fisher. Fisher and Harris spring out of the closet beneath the stairs, shooting as they come. Bailey is with them, a prisoner. They grab Dale, pull her around so that she stands between themselves and Roy and Jonah. Those hands up. Don't lower them for any reason or we'll kill the girls. Stand around here. Bailey, don't you try anything funny either. Hey, you're wrong about me. I'm not double-crossing. Hey, these are the polecatches that give me the headache. Call to those cowpokes outside, Rogers. Tell them the shooting they just heard was an accident. Enough I don't. We're playing for keeps. You and the men outside may take us. We know that. But if you try, we'll get the girl and you too, maybe. Call them, Rogers. We're not waiting. Tell them to stay outside. Yeah, fine way to treat her old soldier. I'm not afraid, Roy. You fellas out there, stay where you are. Never mind that shooting, just keep watching as you have been. I'm sorry, Roy. Glad to see you're playing our way, Rogers. Now walk toward the front door ahead of us. Keep your hands above your head until you get there. And then? Then you're telling the men outside to let us go through. Come on. Start moving. All right, Fisher. We're leaving, Rogers. But we're taking Day 11's along. We'll keep her with us for 48 hours and have a two-day start on the law. Nobody's bothered us by that time. We'll turn her loose. But if we even suspicion somebody's on our trail, we'll finish her off. Stay right here by the door. I'm not afraid, Roy. I'm not afraid. I'll keep Bailey and the girl covered, Fisher. Step ahead and open the door so Rogers and Jonah don't have to lower their hands. Watch her close, Harris. What's the matter with this door? Don't get excited, Fisher. The door's stuck. It won't open. Maybe that's because my foot's against it. Come on, Jonah. You fell for a trick, Fisher. We're taking you for sure this time. Here's exciting news for all you buckaroos. It's news of that thrilling and popular club, the Roy Rogers Riders Club. I know each and every one of you will want to join up right away. Why, maybe you'll be one of the very first official members from your neighborhood. Now, in just a little while, Roy himself is going to tell you all about what his Roy Rogers Riders Club stands for and how much fun it is to belong. You'll find out too how easy it is for you to join. So, get your pencil and paper and be ready for the big news right after we hear the rest of our exciting adventure. Fisher and Harris hold Roy and Jonah at the point of their guns threatening to kill Dale unless Roy gives them a guarantee of safe passage out of Minerval City. As they come to the front of the hotel, Fisher steps ahead to open the door. Instantly, Roy tries an old trick, diverts Fisher's attention for a split second. Fisher looks away. In that split second, Roy lunges, his gun from his hand. He swings on Fisher, and Fisher staggers and falls. Jonah, finish off Fisher. I'll get Harris. Harris has played it smart. He was not drawn into the fight. Instead, he stood guarding Dale and Ed Bailey just as he stands now, gun in hand, ready for a chance at Roy. He steps forward beyond the bruised Fisher to protect him. It's all over, Rogers. Raise your hands again. Be thankful you have friends outside. Other ways I'd have killed you. On your feet, Fisher. Oh, Shaw, for a minute there, my headache started to go away. You'll open the door yourself this time, Rogers. Anything to oblige. Hold it. There's any more funny business I will shoot. That's a promise. All right. Now open the door. Tell the men outside to let us through. Go ahead, Roy. I'll be all right. Rogers, I said open the door. Here you are. Now call your friends. You won't have the upper hand much longer, Harris. Yeah, don't now if the truth was known. Hey, fellas, these people are coming out. They're the rattlers we're looking for, but I want you to let them go through your line. Let them go through. They've got Dale, her life's at stake. So don't raise your hands to stop them. Let them go through your line. Hey, they're gone. They're clear gone, and we didn't do a thing about it. This is the first time I saw you whipped, Rogers. Now, wait a minute, wait a minute. Hold on. There ain't nobody whipped. We're just retired to regroup our lines. And the first person who says we didn't, I'll pin back his ears. See, I'll pin back his ears. Easy, Jonah. Well, Roy ain't whipped. I'm pitting seven to eight walls, as you all know, and I recognize a smart move on the part of a general when I see one. Roy will be just... Now, just a minute, Jonah. They've got the best of us, and we might as well admit it. But that doesn't mean they're keeping the upper hand. We're riding out after them right now. But I want you men to promise one thing before we leave, that you'll stay here and not try to follow Jonah and me. They're holding Dale as hostage. Two men may have a chance of getting up to him without being spotted, but the party would be seen a mile away, and that'd be the end for Dale. Now, how about that promise? How good enough? Come on, Jonah. Let's get our horses and pick up the trail. Up here, Jonah. Up on these rocks. Oh, here, Trigger. Oh, boy. We should be able to see him from here. Yeah, and I wish... I wish I had to spy Glass General Thomas Kenneth Row used to have. He could see a sand fly crawling across the cactus in 300 yards without batting it. Hey, there they are. Both of them, and Dale. Where? Headed towards Rocky Gulch. Sure enough. I'll fix him. Hold it, Jonah. Put that gun away. Don't get to that, Daddy. Well, they're out of range. They're a good mile ahead of us. You're only tipping them off that we're on their trail. You'll be putting Dale in danger. That's right. Trouble is, though, a thing like this makes my soldier blood boil up. I mean, I forget this ain't a long-range musket. Come on. We'll ride on down and get on their trail again. They're still gaining on it. Yeah, I know. The past 15 or 20 minutes, I've been having trouble finding the trail. Well, one thing's certain, your horses ain't going to last the way they're pushing them. We'll have to stop, Jonah. Eh? For tonight, you mean? Sure. We can't do anything else. Oh, but I've been on many a forced march, or I say I've been on them any one. I can stand to pace. Hey, don't you worry about me. I know you can, Jonah, but we'll lose time if we keep going. We'll miss the trail or we'll use upper horses. Yeah, I suppose you're right. We'll unsaddle and rest. Then start out again when the sun comes up. I'm glad General Rowe ain't here to see me give up pursuing the enemy. Sometimes a man can press himself too hard, Jonah. If General Rowe was smart, he'd have understood that. Yeah, well, now there's the whole trouble. That fellow wasn't smart. He was dumb. Okay, okay. Well, let's get some rest. One thing short, tomorrow's another day. Hey, doggies, sun's hot early this morning, ain't it? Yeah, don't make no difference. We're on the trail. Looks like they mean to head straight across the desert, Jonah. Yeah, they're playing it smart, that's what. Once they get across the desert, they'll be in a different state. They'll all have a hard time bringing them back. Wait a minute here. Whoa, whoa, Trigger, whoa. Jonah, you've just given me an idea. Oh, sure, it's nothing. Got lots of them. Learned them the hard way, too. See, I learned them the hard way on the field of battle. They are trying to get across a state line, and they've figured to do it within 48 hours while Dale is still with them. No, sure, I never was. No parade ground or ratio. But they're taking the back trail in order to keep away from the main roads. That adds 30 miles to the trip, and it means they'll have to go without water except for, well, what they may have in their canteens. Yeah, they'll be real thirsty before they finish their trip. They and the horses boat. There's just one place on the back trail where they can get water. Last hope springs. Let's see. With any luck, they'll get there around noon tomorrow. He is thirsty as it dried up camel. Say, we could take the main trail and save that 30 miles, then cut across to the springs and be there ahead of them. Yeah, yeah, be waiting when they stagger up there all dry and parched. Tell you, Roy, I hate to slap myself on the back, but there is nothing like a battle scarred soldier to give man ideas. You're absolutely right, Jonah. And while we're riding, I wish you'd think up another idea, how we're going to handle the situation after we find these rattlers to keep Dale from getting hurt. Roy and Jonah ride carefully to save the strength of their horses, knowing they'll be at last hope springs hours ahead of the outlaws. But Harrison Fisher, guarding Dale and Ed Bailey, ride under pressure, trying to make every minute count. They use their water sparingly. The heat is intense. You're going to let me stop it. I'm wounded. I'm in pain. Fisher, do something about that man. I can't go any farther. I've got a fever and I need water. Pull that horse around. Get in line. No, I'm stopping. I won't go any farther. Get to the line. I said nobody's stopping. Wait a minute, Fisher. No, I'm going to die and go on. Will my wound hurt? We ought to finish her right here. No worse off than day 11, you don't hear her complaining. Well, I've got this wound. There's nothing you can do that would make me complain. Get down off of that horse, Bailey. You're not going to kill me. Get down off of your horse. I'm sick where my throat is burning. Here's water, Bailey. I've got a little left. Don't give it to him. We need the water for ourselves, Harris. Would you like a drink, Bailey? Yes, yes, please. But you're the man who lost the money bag. You lost the loot from the holder. Don't talk in front of her, Harris. Why should we give you any water? Well, I hid the loot. I didn't lose it. You're dirty. Give me a drink. I'll tell you where the money is. Give me the money first, before you get a drink. In the hollow of that tree that lightning struck just north of Mineral City, near Fred App's place. Here, come on. Give me the water. Here. Harris, we need some water for ourselves. There's only a few drops, Fisher. We can get along for a while. We'll reach Lost Hope Springs by noon and there'll be plenty of water for everybody there. The wounded Bailey licks the last few drops of water from the canteen greedily filled companions watch. Dale, alone, holds herself in check. Determine not to give way either to thirst or the blistering heat. Roy and Jonah have arrived at Lost Hope Springs and are waiting for the coming of the outlaws. Well, doggy, this is what I call a real hot day, Roy. It's a real hot day. It's pretty bad. Yeah, she'll be glad when it's over. If it gets over and if we're still living. You know, I remarked the same thing to General Thomas Kenneth Rowe in Panpan Valley. Is that so? Yes, sir. And it turned to tide, too. You see, it turned to tide, too. That warm little remark caused the enemy to be whipped to a fresher dazzle and it just seemed like it's you. Oh, Roy, you ain't paying me no mind. Oh, I'm sorry, Jonah. I was just watching those four riders just beyond the big sand dune there. Four riders? Yeah. The three humbers were after and Dale. It looks as though our troubles will all be over one way or the other within a few minutes. Hey, you ain't here coming. The horses must smell the water in the spring. Keep behind this rise, Jonah. Don't let them see us. Your dog gone, bet you. Triggered. I've got a little job for you to do, fella. As soon as they're on the ground, I want you to run their horses off. Understand? Hey, teacher's running for the spring, Roy. Well, when he bends down to take a drink, put a shot in front of you. Just like the Battle of Worm Canyon. I'll take care of the rest. All right. Let him have it. Oh! Dale, drop to the ground! Quick! Have you got that pencil and paper ready? Well, hold on. Here comes a special surprise for you from Roy Rogers himself. Howdy, friends. This is Roy Rogers. I'm especially pleased to be able to extend a personal invitation to you from Dale, Trigger, and myself. We'd be mighty proud to have you become a member of our Writers Club. Maybe you've heard about our Writers Club already. We've got several million members throughout the country, and our aim is to bring you lots of fun through honesty, loyalty, and friendship. And I'm sure you'll gain a lot of fun being one of our members. Of course, you'll get a beautiful membership card entitling you to all the rights and privileges as a Writers Club member. And you'll get an official badge to wear, too. Here's the big surprise. Every single member gets a big 16-page comic book in full color. This is our official Roy Rogers Writers Club book. It's packed with adventure about Dale, Trigger, Bullet, and me. And oh, yes. You'll get a full-color autographed picture of Trigger and me. We'd be mighty proud to have you become a member, and if you'd like to be one, here are the details on how to join. Yes, friends. Card, badge, comic book, and picture. All yours when you join the Roy Rogers Writers Club. And to become a member is so easy. Just take the top from one regular-sized package of any of the swell-tasting post-serials. Mail the box top with only $0.10 and your name and address to post. P-O-S-T. Box 7767, Chicago 77, Illinois. Now, write that down while you remember it. That's post. Box 7767, Chicago 77, Illinois. That's all there is to it. Just one post-serials box top, one dime, your name and address, and you're a member of the Roy Rogers Writers Club. Have fun. Join up today. Trigger, drive those horses off. Take them out of there, fella. I'll take care of the girl with the picture. Roy, he's going to shoot Dale. No, he's not. Oh! Doggie, you stop him. Jonah, watch Fisher. Draw on me, will you? Roy, Roy, did you see that? Did you see how the gun went sailing out of his dirty hand? Good work, Jonah. Oh, sure. General Thomas Kenneth Road, be proud of me, all right? Hey, you umbers, listen. You're without guns now and without horses. You'll get no water unless you surrender. What's your answer? Dale, come this way. We'll cover you. Dale walks toward Roy and Jonah. The outlaw stands where they are. Fisher's face burned by the sun, streaked by sweat and alkali dust is blank. Harris, from head to toe, is filled with rage. A rage which goes out of control for a moment. He's whipped. He knows he's whipped. He'll go to prison if he gives up, but if he doesn't give up, he holds himself in check, then says, unsteadily, We surrender, Rogers. We're your prisoners. Now walk this way. Keep your hands over your head. We've got him, Roy. We've got him. The three men come forward slowly. Bailey, weakened by the effects of his wound, drags himself across the hot sand. Within minutes, trigger has rounded up the horses. The outlaws are securely roped, and then with Dale at their side, Roy and Jonah ride herd on the gunman towards Mineral City. I don't want another ride like my last one, I can promise you. Jonah and I were worried about you for a while, Dale. Weren't we, Jonah? Yeah. One good thing, though. They hadn't taken me. We might never have found out where they had hidden the loot from their holdup. Yeah, some good came out of it anyway. Jonah, you're not saying much. Well, I'm thinking. Thinking? About what? Well, sir, today, at the Battle of Fry and Pan Valley, when I remarked how hot it was to General Thomas Kenneth Rowe. Yes, sir. It is, Jonah. He always called me Jonah, General Rowe did. It's too blamed hot to fight, he says. And he walked off the field. But I thought you said you won that battle. Oh, sure. Yes, we did. Washington got so mad at the general for walking off the field of battle, they fired him. He went and joined the other side, and you didn't know nothing without me to advise him, so he led the other side straight into defeat. And we won rather. Now, Dale, don't you start doubting Jonah's words. He's my hard riding sidekick, and I wouldn't be worth anything myself if it wasn't for his advice. Oh, no, sir. Jonah, here's your gun. You dropped it back there during the excitement. I guess you kind of forgot to pick it up. Oh, sure. All of us. Goodbye, good luck to me. The good Lord take a liking to you. See you next week. Happy Tran... At this same time, with the whipper-wills, Forrest Lewis, Dale Evans, and the king of the cowboys himself, Roy Rogers. An art brush production transcribed, directed by Tom Hargis, scripted by Ray Wilson, music by Milton Charles. Featured in today's cast were Frank Hemingway, Howard McNeer, Bill Green, and Leo Curley. This is Art Ballinger, speaking for... P.O.S.T. Post Serials. Happy Tran...