 I, I, I own it long, little pieces, your misfortune and none of my own. I, I, I own it long, little pieces, you know that my own and well beyond. Life on the Red Horse Ranch. Trigger Dawson, an outlaw who was slain, hid his loot somewhere along Roaring River. At least that is the opinion of Alabama and the boys from the Red Horse Ranch who have part of a map which was placed in Dewey Dawson's Locket. The boys have been following the trail on this map and are almost to their destination. Let's join them. The river's sure enough. I can see it way down below there. This is a real canyon for you. Well, it's a sure thing we'll have to take it mighty slow from here down to the river. Drop your reins, boys. Here's a little spring over here. We can water our horses. Hey, that's fine. Let them drink good while they have the chance. Hot tickets, dawg. Here's my chance to play the banjo. Hey, Cookie Hammy ol' Nelly. Here he is, Arizona. I sure as tired toting that banjo across these mountains. Some of you boys have got to stay up here with the horses. What's that, Alabama? You ain't leaving the horses up here, are ya? Yeah. They know you've taken all the horses down this canyon. Bob, you and Idaho bring your horses and the rest of you stay here. I think we ought to let them rest a while. Let's not wait too long. Come on, boys. Let's wait for the rest of you to sing. Let's sing them that song about two gunbills. Guns look peaceful. Oh, boys, we got to get to the end of this trail. The rest of you fellas keep close to the horses up here. Ride muddy easy, Dewey. You can't tell what's ahead of us from now on. Me and Red lead the way, boys. Oh, Dewey, you ride next and then Bob and Idaho. Well, I think Dewey can ride about as good as any of us, Cheyenne. It ain't that tenderfoot. If they figured out that map right, they're going to be right in there as they're buried loose by the time they get down to the river. We might as well not worry. Keep hold of that guitar, Arizona. Come on, boys. Let's sing that riding song. I suppose you'd like to hear me play a little ditty on my moth harp, wouldn't you? Come on, Idaho. Help me out. Easy. Coming all right, boys. Well, you'll be down to the river might as soon. Now, watch your horse back there, Dewey. By the jacks, we must be getting put in there down to the river. I can hear the roar of the water right now. It ain't no wonder they named that roar on the river. It's getting louder all the time, too. Don't hurry your horses too much, boys. Watch your step there, Red. By golly, that map of Dewey's better amount to something after all this traveling around. Yeah. Now, I've got a pretty good idea. We've followed the right course. Man, listen to that river. Say, boys, I'm beginning to think that roar is more than a rapage. Well, the river makes a bend on up above here. Suppose there's a fault? I'm pretty sure there is. Look, boys, we're coming out right on the bank of the river. Sure enough. Say, it's mighty pretty along here, ain't it? Why'd a few trees along the bank? Come on, boys. Let's ride up around the bend and see how much of a fault that is. Ain't got much room along this bank, which is the element been along here before, from what it looks. Say, would you look at that? There's your ball, sure enough. That river must have dropped straight down for a hundred feet. That's a sight for you, ain't it? Well, I reckon that's the Big X. Big X? What in tarnation do you mean? Why is the Big X on the map? Right here on the river. It must mark that fall there. All right. Now tell us where the Lutz Berry died of. Wait a minute. Alabama? Look, up there. Where? What do you mean? Up there, across the river. Why? Is someone riding down the other side of that canyon? Come on, boys. Get your horses back here in the trees. Hurry, everybody. Pull up. They can't see us from here. Whoa, Ray. Whoa. You suppose they saw us over here? Oh, we can't be sure about that, Bob. Anyhow, they didn't hear us where the roar of this falls in there is. Well, Alabama, I guess that's enough to prove that there was someone coming around that other trail. And mark my word, they are headed for Dawson's Berry Glute and aim to be destroyed, but we'll see about that. You're going to have to work mighty fast. There's trouble riding that other trail.