 Now for the thrilling adventures of lightning Jim is the Fort Anderson Jr. and that fancy reformatory we got last time yeah no special ladies department here that was just the cold that just all into the Michael's trap shut up all of y'all tired with the phone brushes just the only difference between you and a pack of cold cats is just on your back I yell and get out white all the yellow in a yard white shut up shut up shut up shut up let me out of here lightning Jim and Whitey have just returned to their headquarters at Fort Anderson following a successful adventure down in Indian territory where they managed to capture the notorious woman banded bell star and date of the outlaws riding under her leadership and now we find Whitey reclining in the comfortable depth of an armchair shoes off feet resting on a convenient table buckling over a bit of gossip in the local newspaper so I'm coming up ready better close them windows oh you're at close them yeah sure load off my my known bell stars locked up good and tight I can tell you that they'd like me you don't need to tell me that you got buried over what the bell said about the deep into it well I reckon it is time to pull his wedding to let a bragging bother me but you know her record for luck at all the time he had been sentenced to jail the only time that woman ever left the prison for the front door was when her and Sam did that spectacularly Detroit reformatory last year you remember that oh I know all that like him but don't you forget that he had never been before yeah I reckon you're right buddy we've got a long way to the good luck ourselves oh good to be home there everything is so quiet he's so hey hey Whitey you haven't taken a look at this guy will you sure hey dim cut they look just like my divorce sure do I've done it like this get to me this guy looked at him he wasn't at the middle of the night yeah hey look what he up there in the distance that well and just he doesn't talk to me about guys sure let's come it's pretty sweet see we better get down in the cell come on hurry up look out for the help there all right opera you've lost to me you've got a whole spot on me without you you big get me get me in for me like this don't walk me like this you're all I'm all in it you don't have this reason I I saw that George was going to hit you Whitey thought I could touch it break the blow with my shoulder but was fast enough to reckon stop it with my head it's not there you go why did you do that to me why did you do that like this why did you do it to me why nothing but the don't get me you're your biggest man in the world why did you do that like this like this like this upon emergence of the seller Whitey discovered that it was hopeless to seek help for Lighting Jim close at hand all about him lay a scene of havoc and confusion cries of distress lent the darkness feeling his hope upon the slim chance that the Garrison might have his fate destructed he started out half blinded by the heavy downpour tumbling and groping in an uncertain passage among the wreckage ruined in the wake of the savage tornado he pushed doggedly towards the army post at the gate he was accosted by the sentry hi there half a moment, Ed what's the audience for? let me pass to Chris before I call for help Lighting Jim look in Lighting Jim I've never heard of him I've got the orders not to oh, oh, who goes there? oh, oh, oh girl I don't see a problem let's see and make this franchise cough me up let's get the scene that got to my ribs will you why you're a wibbly, prerated all the line call girls sorry, he's a US Deputy Mitchell sorry, sir I didn't know you sir, I feel I come for help Lighting Jim got in a cellar the head force is all alone it's been hurt Lighting Jim injured did it serious he's bleeding there from his second beat coughed and he said he'd see my life come and steal and not he might be dying the army post to Fort Anderson had lain outside the direct path of the tornado and thus had escaped to some extent the destruction which had claimed almost every home and building in the town. A portion of the barracks had been swept away by the wind, but enough had been less tending to provide shelter for the more seriously wounded of the townspeople who are being brought in by the dozens for medical attention. Into this crowded confusion, such a barracks carried the unconscious form of lightning gym. And Major Bowman McGrath and Kindly Old Army Surgeon deserted his other patients to give the famous marshal immediate care. Weakened by exposure and loss of blood, lightning gym condition was critical, and the conscientious surgeon was able to say no more and that the next few hours would tell the story. What is it? Are you here? Oh, I'm here, Lightning. Oh, you see, you know. Oh, my goodness. Where are we, Mighty? Well, what happened? There's no lightning. We're at the garrison. Now I remember. Mighty, what about thunder? Oh, thunder's all right, Lightning. You didn't get a scratch. Thank God. We could keep it at that. Oh, I know. How are you feeling, Lightning? I don't know. I can still just come to her, Lightning. Oh, Mighty, can I speak to you in a minute? Oh, sure. Let's go in my office. We'll be right back, Lightning. Hold on, Taddle. What's up? Why, uh... Why, nothing at all, Lightning. I just wanted to see you, Lightning. You're fooling me, Taddle. What is it? Now, listen, Lightning, you're a sick man. And Mighty can take care of what I want. Yeah, I'll be sick again. Don't satisfy my curiosity. I know something's up. Well, you can't do anything about it, so you might as well know. The jail was partially destroyed by the tornado, and it killed the women. Did Belle's star get away? No, she was slightly injured, and one of the gang was killed. The gate leader in London stole a couple of horses and was seen heading for the border. Mighty, you gotta go after them. Lightning, I ain't going to leave until the doctor says you're all right. Thanks, partner. But I'm hard to kill. I'll be all right. You're a marshal, Mighty. Duty comes first. Oh, I know. But I hate to leave you, Mighty. Oh, yes, yes. Get your horse and you come back to the post. I'll have a man waiting at the north gate. Uh, listen, Mighty. Your mamrie's got a good hit. It's hard on you. Better take Thunder. Thunder? Lightning, you mean that I can write Thunder? Yeah. But don't let nothing happen to him, Mighty. And go on. Get going. Hold on there, Marshal. Hold on there, Corporal. Well, let's just stop him before this time. I ain't stopping you, sir. I'm going with you. You are going with me. You mean that Jordan and Colonel still said to work this job with me? Yes, sir. Corporal Oakley's at your service, sir. Well, for the rotten lot. Hold on, sir. You ain't got no cold to feel that way. I've been only carrying out orders when I stopped you a while ago. Oh, well, that's for sure. You're staying on the horse, then? Yes, sir. Well, he's a marshal, aren't he? Well, Mighty, sir. No, come on. We've got the time to live. Mighty seems to have no premonition of the danger into which he so gallantly rides. What happens when he meets those murderous bandits, Jake Leader and Russ Finn, and one of the notorious bell-star whose threat to escape has caused Lightning Jim's such concern? The story unfolds in part two of the Adventures of Lightning Jim, which follows immediately. Powerful part two of the Adventures of Lightning Jim. It's the morning following the tornado, and Mighty and Corporal Hawkins are following the trail of the escaped outlaws. While back at the army barracks where the injured were brought for treatment, Lightning Jim is talking to Bell-star who occupies a neighboring tot. Well, that means the man he likes is in the balance list for eight hours ago. He seems to be stupid. Yeah, Bell. No saying. He says he's a good man down. No, a good woman either, Mawson. Don't forget that. Rather threat her stage, say, Bell. Forget any way you like, Latin. Well, I hear there was nothing to do. I'd like to know how you got into this good business of sports, healing, and bank robbing. Well, you're interested in Flattening, Flattening. Well, I must say your distinction of career is somewhat lacking in delicacy. I heard you were Confederate 5 during the war. Is that right, Bell? Yes, Flattening. Oh, it was wonderful. Flattening is Flattening. I don't exist in the nation I've known in the history, but there's no place to what real I live in to be. Oh, an old story, eh? Like the Danes and younger boys, you just couldn't settle down to decent living after the war was over, hm? Well, think about the size of it, Latin. Oh, I suggest Danes, who's totally under. I'll say it under Mr. Quantrell. You don't come to think of it. I did hear you were the Quantrell 5. Colonel McDougall over at Fort Besson. But tell me, he had had a run into you when he was just a non-Tom. Flattening made it mean a sounding southern Missouri. Yes, it was the first day of that encounter with Macedia, but I had my first drive with this as a federal companion. That's so, Bell. You see, Flattening, Quantrell was in pretty just a state for that time. He was operating in a political little tent for now 50 minutes in a political but literally two million soldiers and militiamen. And it was badly needed supplies and no militiamen could return. I've seen it was up to you to find out Well, ladies and gentlemen, the station's in the town in the canyon. So I went up there, heard it was one of these soldiers and got the information out of there. Well, it wouldn't sound simple enough, but what about passing that information on to Quantrell? That was a hard part, like this. I knew Quantrell was trying to get a man through the federal lines and that if he spoke up, that man would be waiting just outside of the town of Quantrell for me to bring Flattening to town. Now, see, though, he's a sergeant that's how he's done. Well, no. This is very early in the morning for a last-bill ride, nook. Well, good morning, Sergeant McLean. I just got my way to college and it's a long ride, so I hope you'll excuse me for those long calls. Well, I'm sorry to have to detail you, Miss Bell, but the fact that the matter is that Major Enos wishes a word with you. Tell him I'll see him the next time I come to McLean. Now, I'll be on my way. Can I do it, Miss Bell? We all did it but to bring you to the Major and bring you, I must. Well, you're wicked and highly-dissed, but I don't think it's a problem without you. I heard a lot about that figure temporary yours, Bell. Well, he didn't want to do that at all. I was taking the drugs and he was catching them to contrast. Only like you're locked in the car. Oh, so if you again, is it so all he's got? Yeah, what do you want now? Them rebels, you and you have been banging out for an hour past. Now, Major Seth, I can tell you there was fear driving him mad. That old man's a fool. He doesn't have enough brains to go mad with. I'm glad to know my music tonight. I need to tell him to leave but it'll stop as soon as he sets me free. I'm not on duty to call. I might be a fickle arrestable war spy to me. Oh, I hadn't been arrested as a spy, Lightning. No. Major Inners hadn't found out about my fine operation with that fool. I was going to have another reason to find out about an hour and a half. You call that freaking bad catawalla music? Well, if you're a chemist, go to the show church. Come on, have the rest of the day yourself and look for me during your design. Okay. I'm going for it. To go the loop. I'll be free to go to traffic. That's it. But should you meet a detachment at Union Cavalry on the way, be certain to take a good look at their prisoner. I'll bet your yanked dollar to a rebel one will be captain Ed Sheeran, if he says. Oh, your brother Ed was the man that Cornfell had sent through the federal lines, eh, Ben? Yes, sir, I was simply surprised about you. You'd be seen somewhere along the route you headed north. But by some miracle, you were safe kept and made it through to Cavalry. Later years, Major Ines had dispatched the Cavalry suit to surround his hiding place and take him prisoner, get all out. Yeah, but that Cavalry group had a good hour, two hours start on your bell, and Carthage must be 35, 40 miles from Newtonia. Clearly, you couldn't do nothing to save your brother's life. Carthage, right, 35 miles by road map, Lightning. And that was throughout the keep took. I knew a step cut across the hills, and there were several pickets that entered over all along the countryside. I'd have turned them to get to the Carthage, ahead of that trip. Come on, you couldn't do that. Yeah. They started to stop. That's it. That's it. One of the bullets creeped through for me. But it kept on. Mile from the other road. Poor little mayor, but she didn't already know about scary pictures I taught her that day. But I made it, Lightning. I got feeling kind of worried. When that Cavalry's creeped right in the Carthage, my brother was right on his way back to Cronkjell's camp. It's information that made possible one of the most successful and dear neighbors' career. A raid that cost the Federal $50 and the lives of over a hundred men. Well, Belle, all I got to say is that the scene that didn't turn that standard curve through a good cause when the war was over, they were riding the plains with a band of murder and cut roads. And they'd convert me to decide a law and order, Lightning. Well, maybe so. Well, how about you making a first-year scene having these handcuffs taken off you and annoy me? Well, sorry, Belle, but you'll have to stay on till the gales have had your face behind barbed again. You might take it, but you'll have to try to speak, you know. When I get ready to escape, Lightning, you may be sure a little thing I got to our home that has won't stop me. In the meantime, many miles south of Fort Anderson, Whitey and Hawkins forced their weary horses along a rocky trail. Fort Anderson, two boys, say Hawkins, take a look at these tracks. They're more than an hour old by galley. Oh, boys, what you say, Whitey? I say these tracks is right here, Hawkins. That means you ought to spot those here specifically as soon as we get out to this court. I hope you're right, Whitey. Blast their blinding eyes for leaving you such a sight. I think it's really better if they ride on it that way in this town. Oh, Eric, it's so much fun to spend 16 hours in this town rather than being used to it. But we get to keep them riding used to seeing. Get out from there. Come on, Hawkins. We'll take the kind of stroll going out to this court. We'll go as far as we can. As soon as we meet up with little buddies, try and fix the epitome at Oral Beach. Bring them out loud, Daddy. And don't find no fun of them at Oral Beach. Get out from there. Peace to you, boys. Whitey, it's the same flight as we've been trying. You all want to get the drop on it? Yeah. You're glad you're not blowing your bridges. But when you started out to take leaders, you ain't like men doing, you know. Oh, and that's enough to take for you. I ain't, Rick. But just a couple more weeks to live. Good to get them, Drake. Yeah. Feel good for any hideout weapon, too. We were taking no chances. Yeah, leave it to me, Drake. Well, it's the end of the prayer for you, too, King Sari. We're taking a back in them caves and building that. And this cave is the trouble of burying them. Well, that's not the case. All right. Now, get down off them horses, you two. We have a couple to do for charges. No one can see our service better, eh, Drake? Eh, right here on torches, you. I always thought that porchette could see in the door. And that's what we're even doing to tell her if I lose my patience and decide to give you the hard way. Damn, no, I ought to give you a bling. Pick a whitey. Yeah, let's all look like it was, man. And we've got to keep our eyes peeled first and have to yump this little porchette. Hey! I didn't say to pull up the whole desert. We're back here to get all these, will you? This isn't a gun, Whitey. Look, got into this. Well, that's the kind of wood, yes? Yeah, it's about time. Now, stand walking. Don't make a fault. Move or I'll let you have it in a match. Come on, Rice. Yeah, there you go. Well, but yeah, they're talking. I never thought they'd be walking at the head in my own funeral protection. See, I need dark leaf-tailed Whitey. I didn't see why that sniveling, bloody redwood didn't fit out there in the open. I'm Christian, the New Yorker man. He didn't pay me back. That's fair enough. I like them talking and running around, my baby. Hey, it works out some kind of animal. Look at that. Why, Whitey? Yo, it doesn't work. I like them talking at the bottom. You do it, Whitey. My hands are shaking. That's a mess. Come here, my darling. Hey, look at that. Looks like we've got into a dinner man in line. Look up, and come to the town to get out. Oh, quit leaving that side, sweetie. Oh, look out. That's not going to work. Oh, it's going to get to us. Look at that. Oh, that's not going to work. No. No, it's not going to work. Oh, don't leave it here. Come on, my. Put it in. Oh, that's not going to work for me ever. You know, come on and help me drag these freaks in here. You start the hell. They've got their kids in Fort Anderson. They're print storming. They're hangin'. Why do you, ma'am? Never mind me. You get them. Yeah, we've got them all. Good work, Whitey. Well, now we've got all the prisoners together again, huh? Yeah, they're all old and gray. They're all existing then. Well, they'll tarry into the jail. Oh, they're asking for a cell here at the army porch. The head spray and dance. Well, you're welcome, Whitey. But as soon as they told me the jail had been repaired, I told the prisoners to take the bell back and put it behind bars. But that was two hours ago. The prisoners? Yeah. I won't say that. Reminds me. It has to be noted for you. The prisoners left the little iris table man and they told him not to finish over for a couple of hours. Well, I'll be dog-gone. Just done it, Whitey. Bell stars are safe. Yeah, listen to this. Yes, sir. I hope you will excuse me for what I am about to do. Bell star is a real lady and she tells me she is a widow, too. She wants me to settle down to a new life and joy and happiness. So we are eloping in place of me taking her back to jail. Truly yours, John Harder. Thank you, Fort Anderson. Well, I'll be a monkey dog. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Then start a loop. Let's turn it. Yeah. Let me explain it. Just what happened. Bell stars are safe. Yeah, so we just found out. He looked with a turn. He looked, eh? Yeah. Well, all I've got to say is that it was sure a short honeymoon for him. Huh? Oh, what's that? It's a turn she's been taking in, aren't it? Taking in is right. Taken in by Bell star. How? He was just found lying on the ground about ten miles out of town. Clubbed over the head. And so ends another chapter in the lives of Lightning Jim and his faithful deputy, Whitey Larson.