 And now, for the adventures of Lightning Jim, in the camp of Keith Biggigal, deep in uncharted Indian territory, two crafty-faced white men are discussing with the chief a message they have dropped. Keith Biggigal is talking. Yeah, Keith Biggigal's not one or more. Hmm, Keith Biggigal's children, what happened? Good hunting, good crop. Keith Biggigal's not one or more. What's Keith Biggigal? Brandon and me just came from Keith Redcox's camp. He's fixing to go on the war path again. That's right, Keith Biggigal. We're your friends. That's why we're warning you. Yeah, full moon path, Keith Biggigal. Smoke them, peep, peep, pipe with Keith Redcox. Sure, he wants to surprise you. Yeah, make you think he's your friend, and then write down on this and cut their braids to pieces. Well, we heard him say that he'd like your land better. He's gonna kill you and all your braids and take your squads. Yeah, Keith Biggigal want them to. No one fight, but if Keith Redcox want them to fight, make him. That's the ticket. You gotta protect yourself from your squads. That's why we're gonna send you guns and ammunition, because we like you and we want to see you beat Keith Redcox. Keith Redcox have guns, too. No, don't you see? That's why you can get in easy. His braids are only gonna have bows and arrows, but yours will have guns. You'll no tell them guns to Keith Redcox. No, we just have guns for you. We're your friends, Keith Biggigal. Please, we're your friends. A few hours later, Crass and Branson are in the camp of Keith Redcox. We just come from Keith Biggigal's camp, Keith Redcox. We heard him making power out to send a war party there. Keith Biggigal, my friend, we smoke Keith pipe. They lie to you. We hear them say that he's hunting no good. He wants you to land in your squads. Keith Biggigal lied to Keith Redcox. Keith Biggigal died. Well, we did, Keith. We don't like Biggigal lasers. That's why we dashed over here. Yes. So we can send you guns and ammunition. You no sell Keith Biggigal guns? No, we wouldn't sell him no guns. We're your friends, Keith Redcox. We're your friends. Early in the days of empire buildings, the United States government, recognizing the dangers involved to the Indians themselves as well as to the pioneers, forbade the sale of either whiskey or rifles to the Indians. It was thus that the United States marshals, those men who practically single-handed worked unceasingly to keep law and order between our tempered savages, did much of the good work which saw its reward in better relations between the white and red men. Lightning Jim Whipple, whose very name brought a sense of security to the settlers and spear into the heart of the law-breaking traitors, bought one of these marshals. Word of the treachery of Crafts and Branton reached Lightning, and soon, a strightest, powerful black horse thunder, the famous marshal with his deputy, Whitey Larson, was on the trail of the traitors, a trail which would end only when the law-breakers would be brought to justice. And now we find Crafts and Branton hurrying back to Kelseyville for the guns and ammunition which they hoped to sell the Indians in the war they themselves had stocked. Everton's working out just like we planned, Branton. Yeah, Crafts. All we got to do now is deliver the guns and ammunition and get paid. Yeah, and then light out the state for the marshals to get after. Well, he can't light out any too soon to keep me. This is Lightning Jim's territory. I don't want that hombre on my trail, not for all the gold and Indians' guts. Don't worry, we got plenty of time. Crafts, look. Look down there. Doesn't mean them two horsemen way down there on the trail. Yeah, that one on the big black horse. That's Lightning Jim's. Lightning Jim's. Yeah. Well, the marshals must have followed us in two significant camps. We've got to get out of here quickly. That's the cost of the river here. And then right back to the way. Wait, just a minute. We need no tents and just running. Sooner or later, the marshals will catch up with us. Well, we can't just stand here and get caught. We'll walk our horses in the stream away. Good idea. That'll give them a safe. Which way are we going? Upstream or down? There's an army post upstream. Come on, let's go. I'd like to see that suntan Lightning Jim follow our trail now. Go, boy, let's get it, boy. Go, go, boy. Yeah. If you look at him, if you see the trail, let him trade us these branches to the river. He must be close to us. Let's go close, buddy. Come on, Thunder. Come on, boy. Get it. Get it. Get it. Get it. Get it, boy. Get it. Get it. Come on, boy, come on. Look at him swim. Swim right. Yeah. Keep this one. Keep it there. Keep it here for now, boy. Oh, yeah. They didn't cross by this trail. They're on show on this side. Well, Eddie, we must have walked them to the stream then, so we couldn't trail them. Yeah. That's what they did all right. Oh, but we don't know where it went. Up or downstream. Yeah. They wouldn't go upstream. You know, there's an army post up a ways. I'll ride down stream on the other side and you ride down on this side. We've got to get out of this river sooner or later. And when they do, they'll leave a trail. And we'll be right down there. Let's go, Thunder. You see what they're stopping for, Lightning? There's just a trail leading their plane, a sea. Yeah, but there's something happening right over here. Those princes all jumbled up. Wait. I'm going to take a close look. All right. They got off the horses here. Well, we really said we'll see what the first step makes as long as they kept on going. Yeah, but they didn't keep going again. Yeah, but there's still a print. The horses kept going, but they didn't. They tried to cover the trail, but they left one boot print here. Yeah, you think that then, yes, but the rest of the horses? Well, if you'll find out. You'll bet that they did. They had a lead with the stalks freshly broken. And here, a couple of feet further, there's a stone out of place. You can see with the best dirt underneath. Appreciate it, Mr. Ahead, it put in rocks up there. Right. I have your horse, buddy. They'll be going. They're going up into them rocks, on foot. I guess we can take it easy now. Yeah. Now, all we got to do is get across to Calcyville and park the train there for Arizona. Yeah, here's two guys that Lightman Tim never caught up with. Yeah. Wait. Don't go that way. Corner? It's the shortest way? Yeah. But that's the Indian Sea's burial ground there. If they get caught there by an Indian, that's the end. Yeah, here's stories of what they do to white men caught there. Now, let's clear clear of that place. Hey, what's your claim on that rock first? Yeah. I just want to take a last look around. No harm in plain sight. Yeah, I guess you're... All in measure. What'd you see? There's a bee down the trail coming up this way. It's not the marshals. Like in Germany's depot. It's like it down there. Come on, come on, let's just move it. Just a minute. They ain't got a jet. Come on, let's get to that burial ground. To the Indian burial ground? What if the Indians get to do that? We've got to take a tent. We leave a trail into that burial ground. Then the marshals will follow it. Then we'll hurry over to Big Eagle's camp and tell him we saw white men go in the burial ground. Then the Indians will come and get the marshals. All right. And then we hurry and send them in just in time like when Jim may be one of the best sails in the west. But here's one time he's going to trail himself hide in the trouble. Keep going, Whitey. Get close to me and on him. Oh, I hope so, by Gally. You know, Latin, you stole his fault. Hey. Gally, you always seem to think I don't see Latin. What does he know? Well, for one thing, the trail's plain as day now. He ain't trying to hide it no more. Maybe they think they gave us the clips, huh? Yeah, but there's another thing. In fact, it's great for that Indian chief burial ground. Bill, in a groan, he didn't see that no white men ever got out of their life. Yeah, from the stories I heard, it gives no white man ever wanted to go in there. Oh, I don't believe them. That's enough. I mean that them two traitors went in there and we're following them. Come on. Well, there's lots of dangerous places in the world. If you're a United States morsel, you'll get them to them all. You know why you wouldn't pay this job for any other job in the world? Hey, what is he at mound over there? That's an Indian grave. That's where the bear that did put all their belongings and the gift for them. I beg you, if you look at this, you'll see Tom and look here in the grave. You know, I think... Come on. You're not stuck. They're coming for us. We ain't got a chance. They're all around us. You chief big eagle, you women go harm chief. You have come into place first years of all great chiefs' lives. You shall not leave me alive. But listen, chief big tiger, we're trying to help you, I tell you. Crass and Ivan are trying to start an Indian war between you and chief red fox. Crass, rotten, he's big eagle's friend. Tell them gone. They start in this war so they can sell you funds. Your graves will be filled. There is no use like him. He's gone for anything. The United States marshals, great white father, be angry with chief big eagle. Nearer, Indian flaw, any pale-faced thief, Indian chief grave, make him bad medicine, must make heliogrammas to make good medicine for the alchemist. But that's it. The death of the blazing all the blazing son. You can't do that chief big eagle. You can't do it, I tell you. You can't. You can't do it, I tell you. Why buddy? It's a message to the spirits. They're apologizing because pale faces came here. They're promising the spirits to get revenge. You're but their blouse, your hide and demand. Therefore, the blazing son. They must get lucky. Well, I heard some scouts talk about it, but I didn't think the Indians ever. Well, I guess you're going to find out anyhow, whitey. They hang you over the head for that three's raw hide. Yeah, but not for the neck. They tie the raw hide around your waist and let you hang there. Get to the waist. So if you can, climb up. And they put knives in your bed. Knives to cut the raw hide. Yeah, but if you cut the raw hide, you can fall to the rocks with your hand. Yeah. With the sun, you can down on it. And being respected from the rocks behind, it's like being in a furnace. And when you can't, can't it no more? You cut the rope and fall to the rocks. Yeah. That's it. That's the death of the blazing son. Excruciating death. Comfort of the blazing sun. A lingering, excruciating death. Comparable only to being slowly roasted alive. One of the most horrible torches conceived by the vengeful minds of the savages. Can the marshals escape from it? Listen to part two, which follows immediately. And now for part two of the adventures of lightning gyms. The two marshals were hung over the precipice. And now for part two of the adventures of lightning gyms. The two marshals were hung over the precipice by greased raw hides tied around their waist. Their hands were loosened, and knives were placed in their belts so that they might commit suicide by cutting the raw hide when the heat became unbearable. Then the Indians departed, leaving the two marshals hanging half-naked in the sun about six feet apart and hundreds of feet above the sharp ugly rocks below. I can't climb this raw hide. Why? The only chance is to holler for help. Oh, this is not lightning. It's like wire. It's like being hosted alive. Yeah, I know. Let's holler, buddy. Holler together. It's no use lightning. Nobody ever comes to her, except any Indians. We've got to try it, buddy. We've got to try every chance. Come on, holler. Hello! Hello! We've got to hold out as long as we can. Something may happen. I can't stand the heat. I can't stand the lightning. I just can't. I'm going to cut the raw hide. Buddy, no, you can't do that. Buddy, no! Buddy! Watch the loose lightning. He can't stand this no longer. We might as well end it, no. Buddy! Buddy! There must be some way out. We want men to die here like this. Out here. We've got to hold out. Hold out as long as we can. What do you mean? I can only reach the wall of the cliff. Maybe I could not do anything. Buddy! Buddy! I've got an idea. Buddy! Buddy! Hold on. Hold on, buddy. I've got an idea. We may get out of the shed. What do you want to do? I'm going to cut lots of this raw hide. Cut right through the center. A long way. Without parting the raw hide. And then it can maybe get a grip on the raw hide. And pull myself up. Oh, but if you make him sleep. If your neck slips, you cut the raw hide. I'm going to think about it. It's an only chance. I only need three or four slots. And then I can get to the top. Yeah! I cut one. I cut one. Careful, laddie. Don't forget what it says. I'll be careful. I'll get this one, laddie. I think you dropped the knife. Yeah. Buddy. Still got your knife. You cut the slot in your raw hide. Oh, I'll try, laddie. I'll try. I can't do it, laddie. I can hardly lift my eyes. I can't, laddie. But don't drop that knife. It's an only chance. Try again, laddie. You've got to do it. I can't, laddie. I can't. I tried. Let me. Let me go look at me, laddie. I can't do it. That's all right, buddy. If it could only gift you a knife. Wait, buddy. We ain't licked yet. Start swinging over this way. Start swinging? Yeah. You swing toward me and I'll swing toward you. We ought to be able to reach each other. And then you can pass them the knife. Sure. I'll try, laddie. Let's go. That's it. Swing farther. Don't let go of the knife till I get good hold of it. This time, laddie. This time. All right. Swing farther. No. I missed it, buddy. Don't let go of that knife. Hold it. It's done. No. That's all right, laddie. I'll show you the way. Again, I won't show you the way. I'll show you what it looks like. Look at me. I'll show you better. It looks like I'm giving him a bullet. That's all right, laddie. That's all right, man. It's good, laddie. I'll show you. Welcome back, man. What's going on? Get in. ready to go on a war pass against Chief Big Eagle's men. Lightning Jim tried to convince Chief Red Fox that he's making a mistake. But Chief Big Eagle don't want to fight your Chief Red Fox. Say Chief Big Eagle, what's my land? My score. They'll say it's better to make lies. They tell Chief Big Eagle, you want his land and squads. Chief Red Fox, no, what's Chief Big Eagle's land and squads? I know you don't, Chief Red Fox. These traitors just want to make battle between Indians so they can sell guns and ammunition. Chief Red Fox, say they know still Chief Big Eagle's guns. They'll say traitors make lies. They tell Chief Big Eagle, they know tell you guns. Chief Red Fox, no, like Chief Red Fox. They make lies. You make pow wow with Chief Big Eagle. Then no fight, no great kill, pow wow with Chief Big Eagle. Sure, come to his camp with me. We go under flag of truth. Hurry up! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on! They showed great amazement at the appearance of the two marshals. Lightning Jim offered no explanation, knowing that his seemingly miraculous escape would make his word carry weight with the Chief. The two Chiefs meet in a pow wow with Lightning Jim acting as arbitrator. Chief Red Fox, do you want Chief Big Eagle's land or squads? My land. Full with games. My squads. Plenty. Me know what Chief Big Eagle's land or squads. Chief Big Eagle, do you want Chief Red Fox's land or squads? No. Chief Big Eagle's happy here. Chief Big Eagle's brave, more happy. No one on Chief Red Fox's land or squads. He'll face greater life. Chief Big Eagle, Chief Red Fox. No moreóc ochom peace pipe?clapping More. Chief Lightning Jim, smokem peace pipe with Indian Chief? Yeah, Lightning Jim smokem peace pipe with Indian Chief. Great White Farther, police pale face traitors. Great White Farther, want the Indians to be happy at Huntingown. Indians not hurt tnip faces? Not hurt Indians. That is good. So lighting him brought peace to the Indian tribes, but there is still work to be done for the marshals. Once again they take up the relentless pursuit of the traitors. Back in Kelseyville, Crass and Branton feeling secure because they believe that the marshals have been killed by the Indians, prepared to bring guns and ammunition to the Indians. Late that same afternoon, they ride up to an open front slush shop in Kelseyville. Oh, hello, friends. Hello, friends. Hey, I need a new bridal. Yeah, all right. I'll keep one for you. Oh, say, say, there was someone looking for you fellows about an hour ago. Yeah, who? It was Lighten and Jim and Whitey. What? Well, they were shut up, you fool. Yeah, I told him that he could find you over in Branton. Come on, Branton. We've got to make tracks. Ponto, quick. Come here. Oh, it's you, Lighten. Oh, hello there, Lighten. Hello there, Schmidt. Hey, Schmidt, can you make another notch in this skirt here? Sure, Lighten. Sure. Hey, say, them fellows you were asking for were here a couple of hours ago. Branton, Branton. Yeah, we created a group. Well, they hide people in over-dark Indian countries. Come on, Whitey. Yeah, your brother's going to see them. Well, tell them they've forgotten the bridal they ordered. Well, they're going to need a bridal. Let's go find them. Here they go. Here they now. Look at the track of them, play this, Whitey. You all look slightly better, but a whole band of horsemen. Uncharted horses, Whitey. That means Indians. Yeah, I saw. Well, these big eagles play starting only Indians at home, sir. Yeah. Wait. Just take a look at them tracks. Hey, look. The enforcement's leading us to the edge of the cliff. Come on. Let's follow them. Whitey. Whitey, look over here to the cliff. She's so high-stripped. And the eagles have been cut off, shot with a knife. Whitey, you down there on the rocks. You spot this. He's dead. Claws and brands? Yeah. Looks like they're met up with two big eagles' braves, all right. Hey, buddy. Yes, we reached the end of the trail, yes? You are. You reached the end of the trail, too. The end of the trail. The death of the blazing sun. There ends another thrilling chapter in the lives of those two famous muscles, lightning Jim Whipple and Whitey Larson.