 You just don't go to the Barbary Coast. You make arrangements. I've made mine. And I hope it'll save Hey Boy's life. Gun. Will travel. Starring Mr. John Daener as Paladin. San Francisco. 1875. The Carlton Hotel. Headquarters of a man called Paladin. Come in, Hey Boy, the door's unlocked. Hey Boy, Mr. Paladin. Oh, Miss Wong, good morning. Come in. I bring paper and coffee. Thank you, Miss Wong. Why didn't Hey Boy bring them up? Your big argument last night. You mean he didn't come to work just because you had an argument? Maybe so. I don't know, Mr. Paladin. Why don't you sit down and try to take hold of yourself? There. Now, do you want to tell me about it? Is that, say, he's going to marry Miss Wong someday. But he not to win. Tell him I wait. No, leave him again. Walk away. Say nothing. This morning, I see his uncle. And he said that Hey Boy not come home last night. Mr. Paladin, I'm very worried. Maybe something happened to him. No, I wouldn't fret about it, Miss Wong. 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Next morning, you're well on your way toward your normal regularity. So when you have a cold and need a laxative, take x-lacks, the laxative you can use with complete confidence. X-lacks helps you toward your normal regularity, gently overnight. X-lacks. My first stop in the dingy labyrinth of Chinatown was a curio shop owned by Hey Boy's Uncle. He was visibly upset and had no further work as nephew. I promised him that I would do everything I could to find him. There was one man in Chinatown who might have the answer, Chung Wu. For want of a better description, he was called the mayor of Chinatown, but he was much more than that. Head of the House of Chung in America, related through marriage to the Wang, Chang, and Fong families, president of the Anliang Fong. And just to keep his hand in, he ran the biggest phantom parlor east of Canton. He was very important and very difficult to see. No, no! The honorable Chung Wu is not in. He is never out. He sees no one. You'll see me. Keep your hand away from that panel. And you keep your hand away from that knife. How? How did you know? I've been here before. You must be new. You'll put me to death by a thousand torture. Who visits this humble establishment? It's I, Chung, Paladin. Ah, Paladin, my friend. That's a mighty devoted watchdog there, Chung. You must forgive him, my friend. He is new. But to him, all Americans look alike. They do. Well, don't be hard on him. He was just doing his job. Yes. Well, come in, Paladin. Come in. Thank you. Well, my friend, it is too long a time since you have graced these unworthy walls with your presence. Much too long a time. May the oversight find forgiveness in your honorable heart. My heart is too full of pressure at seeing you once more to harbour an unkind thought. It quickens to know the reason for your visit. I seek word of the boy who serves me at the hotel. Ah, yes. Kim Chung, the one you call hey, boy? Very one. Why do you seek word of him here? He's disappeared. My fear he's in trouble. If he were here, I would have heard. Ah, I thought perhaps he might be in your establishment playing Phantan. Not that boy. Sometimes I think he is not a true Chinese. He cares nothing for gambling. He thinks only of saving his money so that he can get married to this Miss Wang at your hotel. But that's why he disappeared after she asked him when he intended to marry her. Foolish girl. She has not yet learned how to hide the stings when she manipulates her mannequin. Ah. Well, if you were a Chinese boy and had a fight with your girl, where would you go? If he were angry enough, our Inca pay would not have been strong enough for him. You mean he went out and got drunk? He might have, but if he did, he did not do it here. Where then? If I were an angry Chinese boy who did not care for gambling and wanted to get really drunk, I would have heard. And wanted to get really drunk, I might end up in the Barbary Coast. The Barbary Coast. That mean and radic and glomeration of sheds and shanties, preparing entertainment and refreshment to sailors whose appetites are stranger than their tastes. Now, you just didn't go to the Barbary Coast. You made arrangements. I made mine at the hack line in Portsmouth Square. That's why, sir. There you are, Harry. I was hoping I'd find you free. Yes, sir, Harry, the hack at your service. Well, and Hager enabled to do your bidding. Where'll it be, Mr. Paladin? Harry, I want to find Mar Gertie. Mar Gertie? Why, she's been lying low since the vigilantes closed her up last time. It won't be easy, Mr. Paladin. But it won't be... impossible. The sound of them cartwheels is making it easier every minute. And shall we go? Yes, sir, step right in. Yes, sir! 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So, how have you been, Ma? Paladin, I'd like it better if you called me Gertie. All right, Gertie. Sit down. Still as handsome as ever, huh? You hear the vigilantes have been giving you a bad time. Ah, the vigilantes. Why can't they leave an old woman alone? Because if they did, that old woman would be running the city in two weeks. Sure, all I ask is to earn a living. Yeah, I weep for you, Gertie. Is that what you came here for? To cry over me? No. I'm looking for a Chinese boy. What makes you think he might be here? Well, missing persons are a way of passing through your hands, Gertie. You talk pure nonsense, Paladin. That may be, but I... What are you doing? What's this? Where'd you get this black silk coolly hat? What coolly hat? Stuffed behind this sofa pillow trying to hide it. Well, now, Paladin, why'd anyone want to hide a thing like that? I don't even know why a respectable lady like you would have a thing like this in her parlor. Unless it was dropped by its owner while he was being lowered unconscious through that trap door over there to a boat below. I don't know what you're talking about. All right, where is he, Gertie? Where's who? The owner of this cap. Now how would I? This is Hey Boy's cap. You wouldn't harm me, Paladin. If I had to... Don't threaten me. Where is he, Ma? All right. I heard the Arabella Bishop was short some men. Arabella Bishop. The same. Clyde side clipper bound east for Liverpool around the horn. Did you sell Hey Boy to the Arabella Bishop? Hmm. You're too late, Paladin. What do you mean? Look out the window. What? The Arabella Bishop's weighed anchor, Paladin. She's already sailed. Shanghai had aboard the Arabella Bishop and she was too far out in the bay for me to do anything about it. But if I couldn't intercept her by water I couldn't try to cut her off by land. Well, yes, Mr. Paladin. I can beat her to the procedure. All right, Harry, let's go. Yep, pal. What are you figuring on doing, Mr. Paladin? Get that boy off the Arabella Bishop. Now, that tub's a sail. There is a wave. You know, is Master of the Arabella? No. Captain Forge and Amina Cutthroat ain't been born to sail the seas. Oh, yeah, I've heard of him. He ain't going to give up no crew hand to you without a fight. I think he will. And gladly. Here, keep crying, Nelly. Sorry, I can't push old Nelly any faster, Mr. Paladin. That's all right. As soon as we get over Russian Hill, we'll coast all the way out to the Presidio. And then what? I have friends in the Army, Harry. Yes, but for what you're aiming to do, you ought to have friends in the Navy. Look back there. Yes? You see, the Arabella Bishop, just beyond Yerba Buena. He's in Irons. No wind. Now, look out toward the Golden Gate. Well, coming in. By the time the Arabella Bishop gets out to the gate on the tide, we'll be waiting for her in the fog. We'll be waiting? Now, Harry, you're not going to abandon me, are you? No, no, only, um... How are we going to get out there? Walk? One thing at a time, my good Harry. Now that we're over the hump of Russian Hill, let's make all speed to the Army subtler on the Presidio. The subtler on an Army post. A good man to know. Not only does he control the supplies, but he also has more restricted information than the commanding officer. And John Harrington, the subtler at the Presidio, was the best of the West of the Rockies. Captain Paladins! Hello, John. How are they treating you? Oh, fine, fine. What brings you out here on this wet, misty afternoon? I thought we might go fishing, my friend and I. Fishing in this muck? Mm-hmm. You'll be able to see your hand in front of your face by nightfall. All the better for the kind of fish we're after. John, when I was stationed out here, there was always a small sailboat or two moored in that little cove to the lower to Fort Point. That's right. There's a couple out there now. Cat boat? That's too small. A cutter? Yeah, that's more business-like. I don't suppose anybody will be using them this afternoon. In this weather? Do you have a yellow flag somewhere? A quarantine flag, yeah. Exactly. Do you think so? Good. I'd like to borrow it. And a bird-gee for the main mass to look official. All this for a fishing trip? That's right. What are you expecting to catch? Well, why don't you close up the store and come along and see? I think I will. This looks like something the man shouldn't miss. What do you hear from your sister? She's coming for a visit, and I dread it. Oh, sir. With a nagging back-gake and muscular aches and pains I've had lately, I feel worn out. Nobody feels very spry with that discomfort, so do something for relief. But how? Try Don's pills. Good advice. That's Don's pills, an analgesic and mild diuretic to the kidneys. Nagging back-gake, also headache, dizziness, and muscular aches and pains, may come on with overexertion, emotional upsets, or everyday stress and strain. Don's pain-relieving action is often the answer, and they also offer mild diuretic action through the kidneys. So if nagging back-gake is making you feel worn out, tired, and miserable with restless, sleepless nights, don't wait. Try Don's pills. Use successfully by millions for over 60 years. See if they don't bring you the same welcome relief. Get Don's pills today to save money by Don's big economy size. A company of guidons flying from the main and missing peaks and the yellow quarantine flag flapping at the main truck. A little pleasure-cutter Daphne looked official enough to fool anyone in the late afternoon in a heavy fog, and that's just the way it was when he finally pushed off into the Golden Gate. We didn't have too much trouble finding the Arabella Bishop. She was picking her way down the bay like a lonely cat. Ahoy, Arabella Bishop! Ahoy, U.S. Army-cutter Daphne! Heave to to be boarded. Official inspection. We got nothing to inspect. We're carrying this in a mile from the open sea. Sorry, Captain. Papers seem to be in order, Captain Forge. Of course they're in order. I don't understand where all this Tom Coolery is about. Oh, by the way, I don't see any Chinese listed in your ship's roster. That's right. No Chinese on your crew? No. No Chinese cook, nothing like that? No. Strange. We received information that you had a Chinese aboard. Well, the informers were mistaken. Well, I'm glad of that. For your sake, Captain. This Chinese is supposed to be suffering from the, um... bubonic plague. The plague? Yes. Our orders were to take him ashore and put him in quarantine. But, of course, since he's not aboard... Wait a minute. Just a minute. Who's? Aye, sir. Those passengers. Passengers, sir? Oh, you numbskull. Those passengers you took aboard last night. Oh, them passengers. Yes. Was there a Chinese among them? Oh, seems to me the washer. Well, break him out. Bring him on deck. You better bring the other passengers, too. Now look here. You hurt me, Bosen. Aye, sir. Passengers, huh? Ma Gertie said you were shorthanded before you sailed. So she's the informer. She gets hers from both ends, huh? No, Captain. She was a sole discretion. Protecting the good name of her clients until the very end. She arrested again? No. The end in this case was when I discovered a Chinese cooley cap under her sofa pillow. Now, really, Captain, your strong-armed boy should be more careful of the customer's personal property. All right. Get out of there, all right. There we are. Three, four, five. You must have been short, Captain Forge. Oh, Mr. Paladin. Did he say Paladin? Where are you? Not the U.S. Army. Bosen. Aye, sir. Don't you move, Captain Forge. As you can see, my friends and I have you well covered. John. Yes, paladin? Get Hayboy over the side and aboard the daffodil. Oh, maybe so. I help you here, Mr. Paladin. Yeah, you've given me enough trouble already. Oh, Hayboy, I want to give trouble. I just walk down here. Oh, marry Hayboy. Oh, yes, sir. You can tell us all about it later on. Now, the rest of you passengers is the last call. All ashore that's going ashore. Aye, wait a minute, paladin. Knock it. I paid good money for those, man. Then I suggest you get a refund from Mark Gertie. Tell her the merchandise was spoiled. Hey, paladin. What? That Chinese boy. Does he really have the plague? I don't know, Forge. If you're still alive when you reach Liverpool, I think you can assume that he didn't. Mr. Paladin, I was no matter, huh? Hey, boy, in matters of this sort, I don't feel it's disloyalty to the weaker sex to, uh, stretch the truth. Now, Miss Wong feels that it was her fault that you disappeared. Well, I was no matter. I just walked down by Bayshore for fresh air and someone hit me on head. Yes, we know that, Hayboy, but there's no harm in letting her think you were angry with her. You see, you must be firm, Hayboy. Now, remember. Yes, sir. All right. Come in. Miss Wong? Oh, what happened to you? Where did you go, Miss Wong? So worried about you. Oh, Miss Wong. Yes, sir. Hey, boy, we're Shanghai. Shanghai? Yes. Hey, boy, it serves you right. Oh. What are you going to Bobby Coast for? Maybe you'll get drunk and Miss Wong's sitting here crying like that. Hey, boy, you're having no consideration for a Chinese girl. Oh, why are you ever listening to me? Mr. Paladin. Yes, hey, boy. You think maybe so you can catch up with our Bella Bishop? Thirsty people everywhere prefer ice-cold Pepsi Cola, and because it's light, it refreshes without filling. Charlie, be sociable. I am, Kay. Pepsi is a favorite of thirsty people from Maine to Hawaii, from Alaska to Florida. Charlie. It's perfect for parties or picnics, so serve Pepsi to your guests. That's helpful, but... This is the sociable part. Keep plenty of Pepsi ice-cold and ready. Remember, it goes fast because everybody likes Pepsi. Singing still sounds more inviting. May I? Be sociable. Looks more with Pepsi. Drink like refreshing Pepsi. Stay... But singing doesn't say, pick up an extra carton of Pepsi today. Better yet, get a case. You do that. Have gun. We'll travel. Created by Herb Meadow and Sam Rolf, is produced and directed in Hollywood by Frank Parris, and stars John Daener as Paladin, with Ben Wright as Hayboy, and Virginia Gregg as Miss Wong. Tonight's story was specially written for Have Gun Will Travel by William N. Robeson. Featured in the cast were Edgar Barrier, Harry Bartel, Barney Phillips, Tim Graham, Charles Lung, and Virginia Christine. This is Hugh Douglas, inviting you to join us again next week when CBS Radio presents Have Gun Will Trouble. A bandit demands a medical miracle at gunpoint. Gun Smoke follows on the CBS Radio Network.