 in case he's not there. That's just what Bill has done with his men. And we see them in action in the story Battle of the Lumberjack. Let's pay a visit to our old friend Frenchie de Salle. There's bad blood running between Frenchie's men and the Lumberjacks of a rival logging outfit that's cutting timber about 20 miles from Frenchie's logging operations. Frenchie's decided that it's about time he let the big boss in on it. Because I am stuck with you. Okay, Frenchie, sit down, let's hear it. Mr. King, you remember some time ago Frenchie asked about having Chapelle's service for the Lumberjacks. You told Frenchie that you were thinking about it. That is four weeks ago you said that. Frenchie, if you care, you are timing us to think. What did they all say? The answer. The answer's no. Nothing is what Frenchie sure you say. Why? Listen, you big bruiser. Just because religion changed you from a fighting maniac and made a gentleman out of you, no reason to try and force it down the other men's throat. Well, but when this Frenchie says he is going to shove it down the men's throat, nobody shall be lured down my throat, Mr. King. I took him and saved you because I think I should. The men, they need something besides hard work. They cannot pay such tolls on fine words, Mr. King. Frenchie, we went all through this the last time we talked about it. All I'm worried about is cutting logs. It should be the only thing that concerns you, too. Wait, wait, wait. Yes, it is. You'll see that we are a two-week aid of schedule and Frenchie's yards, they cut more logs than any other two of these put together. Yes, I know, Frenchie. I don't know how you do it, but you do, and you don't lose any men either. Oh, oh, I give the men big, tough things and big, hard-on-the-bots. I lead my men, Mr. King. I do not drive them. My job, she gives them more than they get from another boss. Oh, oh, that way I keep them up, please. Giving them religion won't keep them happy? I believe it will. Being a Christian makes Frenchie do something else. No, I have some in my heart. Frenchie, it's no use. I won't have my lumber camp turned into a Sunday school. Okay, Mr. King, you are the boss. But, uh, now I have some bad news to tell you. You're not quitting. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Well, that would be bad news, boss. Well, that's supposed to be good news. That's a matter of opinion, Frenchie. To me, it would be bad news. Well, let's get to the point. What's the bad news? There is bad blood running between my boys on the sharks from Ben Larson's camp. Hmm, that doesn't surprise me too much, Frenchie. How bad are the feelings? Pretty bad, boss. A couple of Frenchie's boys already have fight with some of Ben's boys. Frenchie prays that there'll be big fight in town tonight. Oh, oh, I don't like that. What seems to be sparking in the fight? Jealousy and hate, Mr. King. My boys should off their mouths about being extra good jobs and Ben's boys do not like it. I tell my boys to keep quiet, but Ben's boys will not let them. My boys, they act fine, then Ben's jobs take them off. Well, get in town and see that nothing happened. Okay, boss, but that is like trying to keep the sun from coming up in the morning. Little does Mr. King realize how right Frenchie is. Right now there are a hundred lumberjacks in Lumbertown. Most of them are in the two eating houses. Frenchie's men favor one restaurant and Ben's men the other. Frenchie's men are behaving themselves, but Ben's men are in a nasty mood. They're looking for trouble as a dozen of them walk into the restaurant where Frenchie's men are eating. One of Frenchie's men looks up. Hey, Blackie, look who's walking in. Yeah, and Ben ain't with them. Where's Frenchie Nils? He's back at camp. He and the boss have some business to take care of. Good, then Frenchie won't be in town tonight. If Lefty starts something, we know that Ben ain't in town either. Just let him say one word the wrong way. We'll shut their mouths. Come on, boys. Let's find out what these knuckleheads are doing in our eating joint. Here come the good boys. Frenchie says they've got to behave themselves like Sunday school children. The restaurant is now on Main Street of Lumbertown. The men battle savagely with their brute strength and all of a pent-up fury unleashes itself from within their souls. Frenchie arrives at one end of Main Street and gasps as he greatly sizes up the situation and realizes he's arrived too late. Then Frenchie sees Ben Larson across the street and yells to him, I'm so glad to see you. We've got to stop that fight, and neither one of us will have a good man left to work on Monday morning. We should have thought of that before. The sal is angry. Let's break it up. We'll start from this side. Frenchie, pick up his men and put them to sleep. We pick up yours and do this side. A big Frenchie do sal wades into the mob of fighting men. Some of his boys see a 6-4-8 shadow from the corner of their eyes and they stop fighting and get out of his way. At his side, Ben Larson stands 6 feet 6 and he picks his own men out and sends them spinning on their way. In about 10 minutes the fight is over and the men have headed back to camp. Don't look at me like that, Frenchie. This is a good thing, Frenchie, Christian, or I beat your ears off. Why you let your men fight in town? Look at the damage. We will hear plenty about this Ben Larson. Take it easy, Frenchie. I can't control my men like you can. I cannot control mine very well, it looks like. From now on I come to town with them and make sure everybody behave. Come in, Frenchie. You want to see me, Mr. King? Yes. You and I are going to meet with the businessman of Lumbertown. Ed Stone and Ben Larson will be there too. Frenchie thinks the meeting about the damage is caused by the fight on my right. You certainly are. The meeting will be at 9 in the morning at the town hall. We'll drive in together. Okay, boss. Frenchie, think our faces will be pretty red before we get through. That's a matter of opinion, Frenchie. Before Lumberjacks came into town last Saturday evening and literally wrecked the storefronts for about a block along Main Street, the restaurant in which the fight began had its interior pretty well demolished. Do you acknowledge these facts? Yes, we do, Mr. Hopkins. How much are the damages? Yeah, that's what I'd like to know too. Several bids were made for the repair work and the one we chose as most reasonable and yet would restore the buildings to their previous appearance is $5,000. What are you trying to do? Remodel and repair at the same time? A lot of merchandise is ruined too, Mr. and the inside of the restaurant, you ought to see it. Okay, but don't try and tell us it's all gold-plated. Gentlemen, please, we'll make no headway arguing. You fellows representing the logging companies may have your own bids figured if you wish. Then we'll compare. I don't see any need for that. My company isn't responsible for its employees after working hours. We can't help what they do. If the tab was $1,000 or even $1,500, I'd go along and pay half, but not $5,000. Gentlemen, gentlemen, if that's your attitude, we haven't any choice. But to take your companies to court, get justice there. Also, we're declaring our town closed to your men and we'll call the rangers to back us. Let's say we clean up on Frenchies' camp, boys. Lacking and the rest of Frenchies' jacks are responsible for getting us thrown out of town. That shall lumber town they can't throw itself, and at the same time, we'll clean up on Frenchies' man. Let's go, boys. We'll show them who's who. Let's go. We just found out that Lefty and his jacks are coming over here to beat the tar out of us. They blame us for getting the town closed. Oh, they do. They're the ones to blame. They started the fight. Yeah, they're on their way here now. We better get the boys together and give them a royal welcome. Which way they're coming, Nels? Through town. Good. We'll surprise them on Main Street. Archie, where are you? Archie! Run right here, boss. What is your boss there? Come on. We've got to get the car and hit for town on the double. And what is going on with them? Ed Stone just called me. We've found out his men are heading for town on the way to clean up our boys. Our jacks found out, and now they're all in town trying to get the jump on each other. Oh, the Frenchie picks up the rascals. They will learn not to sneak off on Frenchie to die when I am strove at them. They see us, Frenchie. They're breaking it up. Well, look what they do no more than me, boss. I'm thankful for that. How are we going to stop this, Frenchie? Frenchie, tell you about having shop for service but you know the song. What are you going to build a chapel out of iron bars? That's the only thing that'll hold those maniacs. Well, Frenchie, he got the go-da there, Mr. King. What is it, Frenchie? Right now almost anything would sound good. Frenchie, go see his old friend, Bill Jefferson. Good. In the meantime, you tell your men that the first guy to set foot outside this camp until this quiet's down is fired. Gentlemen, may I have it quiet, please? Thank you. It seems to me that it's time to call in the Rangers. Now, although there wasn't any damage done today, the Lumberjacks were close to an all-out brawl again. I don't think the logging bosses take this seriously. So the only way to show them that we mean what we say is to call for help. Our own police force couldn't possibly handle those brutes. I'm asking Neil Parker and Floyd Hoskins to go with me this afternoon, and we'll pay a call on the Rangers at their offices. And that's the whole story, Grey Wolf. Can you help us? Ah, let's see. Lumbertown and out-of-government forests. Logging companies have special permission from Rangers to cut timber. We even inspect and mark trees they can cut. I don't get your point, Grey Wolf. Let him finish, Neil. Now, Grey Wolf's thinking of the legal angles here. Well, Henry Wright, I must be very careful that this come in our jurisdiction. Otherwise, have to get court order for us to step in. Will a court order be necessary, Grey Wolf? No. Lumbertown on government land and logging companies operate by permission from Uncle Sam. But you've got to protect our property from the Lumberjacks. They haven't any respect for private property at all. That's right. Why don't they have their battles out in the forest where they can't do any damage except to themselves? Can you force the logging companies to pay the damages already made, Grey Wolf? I don't know, man, but we can protect your property plenty quick. I have men in Lumbertown in our... Ah, good morning, boss. Good morning, Furchy. Glad you came. I want to have a word with you. Sure, boss. The Rangers are in town. When's they come? About 7 o'clock last night. How many? Seven dozen, and they're heavily armed. They're mounted, carrying lead-weighted nightsticks and shotguns as well as their standard equipment. Oh, Bill, he'll not play games with the Lumberjacks. Furchy, he is on his way now to talk with Bill. Perhaps instead of talking to Bill, it'll be better for you and some picked men to form a police force of our own. Zot, what good without you, Mr. King? There'll be only more black eyes, bloody noses, and bruises. That's what I'm thinking about, Furchy. If our boys tangle with the Rangers, there's gonna be cracked heads and broken bones. Zot is why, Furchy, you think you should talk to Bill. Furchy, no Bill will have some idea how to stop Lumberjacks without bloodshed. Ah, perhaps you're right. See what you can do. It's worth a try. Furchy, Furchy, this sound! Henry, Gray Wolf, Furchy, not see you for many weeks now. That's right, Furchy. Good to see you, too. We plenty busy now with Bill and Stumpy away on the business trip. Bill, are you not here? No, Furchy. He'll be gone another week. Did you want to see him? Well, Furchy, well, there's a Bill. So, Bill, you're not here. So, Furchy, see Gray Wolf, eh? Yes, sir. I'm glad to help do what I can. What's your problem, Furchy? He'll order Rangers into Lumberjacks Town, Gray Wolf. I'm not right. And he isn't fooling either, Furchy. The Rangers are there under strict orders to keep things under control. Gray Wolf has Bill's authority while Bill's away. That is why, Furchy, come to talk. Maybe you fellows have idea how Lumberjacks can be kept outing like gentlemen, eh? I do some thinking about problem, Furchy. Maybe have idea. Oh, that is very good news to Furchy here. What is your idea, Gray Wolf? Before I tell idea, you tell me your side of problem. Boy, I guess you've had your hands full trying to keep the Lumberjacks from fracturing each other. You are right, Henry. Let Furchy start from beginning and tell you all that happened. Then, Gray Wolf, you tell me your idea. And that whole idea, Furchy, what do you think about it? Oh, Furchy, you think it is good. Henry, what do you think? I think it's a terrific idea, Gray Wolf. In fact, I don't see where anything else will do the trick. Ah, I'm glad you think it'll work. Furchy, you call meeting of logging bosses and businessmen for morning. Henry and I be there. The more Furchy think about this, the more you're sure you have solved problem. Gentlemen? Gentlemen, may I have your attention, please? Furchy, will you introduce Ranger Gray Wolf? Oh, oh, oh. Furchy, glad to find. Gentlemen, Furchy, I'd like you to meet old friend. He is good Ranger. He is also a good prisoner. Gray Wolf has very good idea how to help us solve problem of how to keep lumberjacks under control and also keep them happy. Oh, Furchy, say enough. Let Furchy introduce Ranger Gray Wolf. Gray Wolf, the floor she is yours. Thank you, man, but I'm not president of United States. I just forest range. Oh, and when businessmen come to me for help, I send rangers to guard property on Main Street. You sure did, Gray Wolf, and there hasn't been any trouble since. But shotguns, shotguns not answer to problem men. Lumberjacks have much to keep body and mind busy during working hours, but they're little or nothing to keep them busy after work. Since there are much rivalry and strong feelings between two camps of lumberjacks, I think at time we put that feeling to constructive use. Well, that makes sense. I never thought of it that way. Well, I think why not have contest between two camps? Have prize for best lumberjacks. What kind of contest do you have in mind, Gray Wolf? Why not have contest for champion lumberjack who can cut log in two fastest. Then have more for champion log roller, a saw team, tree topper, a team who can fell tree fastest, and many other contests. I think your idea is terrific, Gray Wolf. Time for starting it right away, but there's one question. Yes, Mr. King. I'm a champion, so after the elimination contest, the majority of the men will lose out and only the top men remain occupied. Well, not true, Mr. King, and I plan to overcome that by making contest among groups of lumberjacks who have same ability. Gentlemen, I think Gray Wolf's given us the only answer to our problem. I, for one, am willing to contribute heavily toward good prizes and I think we should start this idea into operation at once. Look at the prizes our bosses and the businessmen are putting up, Frenchie. Oh, Ben Larson, they have still a double-edged arch as one of the top prizes. Frenchie never have money to buy arch like that. Maybe no, Frenchie gets a won in contest, huh? Well, going to end to the contest, are you? No, Ben Larson. Frenchie is not, but Frenchie makes sure. That's good. The other jacks wouldn't stand the ghost of a chance against you and that includes me. I think Frenchie pulled your leg, Ben, and look like contest about ready. All need now is printing of posters and rules. Then we sign up men and start elimination contests. I'll have those printed up by morning, Gray Wolf, and then they can be distributed. Until posters go up, Frenchie passed the word and see how the men take it. From the general reaction among ourselves, the idea should catch like wildfire. Blackie, what do you think about the contest? I think they're the best thing that's ever hit us. I'm gonna all out to win something. Yeah, me too. Yeah, we'll show those fellas in Ben Larson's camp who the real champions are. I'm making a laser blade out of my axe, Ben. I'll show Frenchie's boys you can cut along the fastest. I understand all the boys think this contest business is a good thing. You understand right, boss. But we'd better win. You know why you're looking at the prizes lefty? You ain't gonna win any. Oh, no. They got good look at them now, Blackie, because you'll never see them after the contest is over. How many lumberjacks sign up for contests, Frenchie? Oh, Jack, sign, Gray Wolf. Frenchie has 100 men. Ah, not plenty good. Maybe they're no more trouble now. Lumberjack's too busy trying to be champion to fight. Tomorrow, big day, Frenchie. Yes, there'll be a lot of big days from now on. First one starts tomorrow morning. The contest, she starts in the little one. Frenchie tells you who are judges. For judges, she is fellow who thought of contest idea, Ranger Gray Wolf. The judges are Mr. King, Mr. Storm, Ben Larson and Frenchie Dussard. Elimination contest began in Frenchie State. Yes, lumberjack. How do we do, Gray Wolf? You gotta do better. You tie with Ben Larson's men. You hold the record for tree popping. Ed Stone, the businessman, Ben Larson, Frenchie and myself are having a meeting in the morning at my office. We'd like you to be there. I'll be there, Mr. King. The boys and I would like you to withdraw your rangers. We feel that everything's all right now. Thanks to you. I'm glad to hear that. Rangers leave after meeting. You open town to lumberjacks again? Yes, and we're doing it without any strings attached. We want to do our part. Mr. Hopkins, Ed Stone and I talked things over with our superiors. We've agreed that we should do our part, especially since you and the rest of the businessmen have taken such a wholesome attitude. Here's a cashier's check for $5,000. We found out that your estimate of the damages our men did was correct. Gentlemen, we're pleased that we've cemented our fine relationship that almost broke permanently. Thank you for the check. Bill Gray Wolf, it looks like you've sure cleaned house. You've driven out all the ill, ill and hard feelings that were hurting us and giving us something wholesome in its place. Thank you, Ben, but we forgot one thing. What's that? You forgot about food for lumberjack's soul. You have plenty for his mind now, but he need more than that. He need God. Gray Wolf, at one time I would have disagreed with you as I did with Frenchie, but now I see things differently. Frenchie, you can start chapel services next Sunday if you wish, or any time for that matter. Oh, thanks, boss. Everybody is invited to come. Frenchie, not a creature, but Frenchie loves the Lord. Gray Wolf buys the Lord's health. Frenchie gives the lumberjack food for soul, too. We'll see you next week for more adventure with... Gray! This is Stumpy Jenkins. Arrange a bill to old sidekick. 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