 You little doggies, it's your misfortune and none of my own. It's high, high, I'll get along, you little doggies. You know that the ferry will be your new home. And now for the adventures of Lightning Jim. Late one night, Hewlett Butler, owner of the Parmalid Goldmine, was weighing the bullion, which was to be packed for shipments the following day. Who fully pays, who for, for, six, six hours to. Hey, who's that? What the? Do not reach for that gun, Hewlett Butler. Or you can't get away with this, the three guards tell it outside of here. But I'm many to get in here, Hewlett. Perhaps I should be able to get out as well. You try to get out carrying the gold, it's sure to get there. I do not want your future gold. Your future gold? Well, what do you want? You see what I hold in my hands, Hewlett Butler. Sure, sure, I see. The knife, the silver knife. You're right. The piece of silver knife. And on the handle is carved a word, muerto. Muerto? What? What a Spanish for that. Say it in your muerto. Yes. And the blade. Can you see the blade in your? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I see it. This blade also has carvings, Hewlett Butler. Would you like to know what the name is written on this blade? No, no, no, no. What do I care what name is carved on your fancy knife? The boy from me. The name that is engraved on this blade is your own Hewlett Butler. My name. You got my name on that knife. He's going to kill me. Are you? Here, here, take the gold. I'll order the guy off of us. I'll teach you to take it off. Oh, you're going to kill me, you son of a bitch. Woo! And late in that same month in the valley below the Parmalie load, Ernest Livingston, judge of the district court, sits up late reviewing the records of the day's hearings. Ernest, you know it's just Livingston. Well, what's in carnage? And who are you? Stay where you are. All right, all right, you got me covered. But you're wasting your time, mate. I haven't any cash in the house. I'm not interested in your case and your Livingston. Not interested in your case? Well, what are you here for, then? Why are you here? He's interested in your Butler. I am Carl Elimretto. And you mean you're the local written mate? But that's fair to you. You're a Carl. Yes. Hey, what's that? A knife. A silver knife. Yeah, then you're going to kill me. What? You're a major, Livingston. I have engraved it on his blade. It would be tricky to erase so much hard work in no way without. No. No. Don't tell me. I'll get your money. I'll get your money. Thank you. Don't worry. No! Two weeks later, in his room at district headquarters, United State Marshal Herman Trudy tosses restlessly in his sleep. Except, my silly Trudy. Huh? What? Who was it? El Moreta. You are a state. You knew you were United State Marshal. Yeah, yeah, yes. I mean, I mean, no. Of course I wasn't expecting you. Why should I be expecting you? No, I'm Marshal Trudy. You knew I would kill you if I have killed your butler and George Livingston. No, no! Yes, I will kill you if you let us after you are gone. No, no, no! It is. A knife. A silver knife. No, no. Don't worry. Don't kill me. I'll get your money. Go! No! No! A mysterious, pardonic lastre that took thrust of a silver knife beaten to a throat. El Muazto has claimed another victim. Three lives have been forfeited to the rapacious vengeance of the unknown killer. The last? That of the United State Marshal. And lightning gym is sent down to Southern territory to bring to justice the skin of the borderline. And we are 16 miles from here, Monty. And he said, so gone hungry, I could eat a boiled dog and fed this to Norr by jelly. Norr is mysterious, Whitey. Mysterious? Well, let me tell you right Norr, I've been in this business. I don't see nothing mysterious about being hungry, except to talk in the night time. Hungry? Oh, yeah, you were talking about being hungry. Where were you, Whitey? Well, well, I've always been like, you wasn't listening to a king I said. I'm sorry, wait, but I was just trying to figure out what's possible connection at the beach in the murder of a rich mine owner, a United States Marshal, and the judge of the district. Well, maybe if you're more so, you actually say, mad man, that's right. Maybe I have no connection to the killing. Oh, if you're more so, it's just a mad killer, Whitey. Why would he bother to get you the victim's papers every time? No, sir, I bet my bottom dollar, he is as sane as you are me. What more, I think if the things he finds out after you, this murder, lead him to his next killer. Then maybe you must think he's going to stick an eye into somebody else, then. I think you know he went to Marshal 2D's pilot here. That's just what I think, Whitey. And the only link between these three men, Butler, Judge Livingston, and Marshal 2D, that we've been able to discover here, is the purchase of the family goldmine property. Well, let's see now, as Butler got that land by buying up the mortgage from the bank, didn't he? Yeah, property originally belonged to a Mexican force, their name Manuel Medvedera. He was hung from murdering his wife, so this property was sold to public auction. Yeah, and I think, well, who's riding this thing? Who? Who? Who? Oh, come here. Well, the name Medvedera. Hey, hey, Medvedera. You're old son of a gun, how are you? Hi. Who is it? It's me, Medvedera, Whitey Jam. And Whitey, too. Oh, this is the bride. Yeah. I'm happy, again. Well, forgive me, I did not recognize my so-good friends. It's been a long time since we knew, sir. I did not look to see you in this part of the country. Oh, and it was great to surprise to see you, too. Yeah, I thought you was in the east. Oh, see, I am in the east for two years, sir. I have much luck with the little Capitan here. Now I come back to my home to get more house to raise, you see. But me, you can't raise way down here to the border, huh? Well, you know, if there's more, they're going to get themselves killed here in your month, you know. And like you know, me is going in for the rest, for the children. El Moreto is called. Oh, El Moreto, eh? Yeah. Oh, you're on the tail of El Moreto. That is. Yes. I have the idea of El Moreto seeing it like in Jim's. He has two lovers beside his monster, you speak of. No, it's for God's sake. Two others, Miguel. And I've got a hunch it'll be more. We don't nab the murderer and lobo for long. Yeah, how about talking all this over as we eat? Yeah, I could tuck away some food myself, Whitey. Come on, Miguel. We're all right in the Iron Mountain. We talk over old times while we eat, huh? Oh, I'm so sorry, but this is already really dark and I have a point with this. You better find horses in here. Oh, it's too bad. Oh, maybe we'll meet tomorrow, eh? Sure, Miguel and Oak. The horse is going to look. That turns out to be what you want. Well, we'll use the right color anyway for your... So part of my world is a Saturday, at least. The right color? You mean you won't buy us the color horse, Miguel? Even if there's plenty of us. Oh, I will buy any color white. It's as long as he is all worn down. You won't buy a horse that's got markings, is that it, Miguel? That's it. Oh, marked horses. They are likely marked cards. Both bad luck for Miguel, huh? Oh, you see, like they may play something to that. Miguel's, eh, el Capitan is solid soil. Yeah. Tondres solid black. My horse is all white and they were all locked. You better find out whether that works for dogs, too. I mean, if it does, your pup better start looking for a new home. Oh, except so. Well, my puppy dog has the prettiest markings I ever saw. But I tell you, he was spotless like a leopard. I still think he was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me back then. That night, after hashing and rehashing the evidence so far accumulated, Lightning Chin is forced to the conclusion that the only possible link between the murders of the judge, the United States Marshal, and the owner of the Parmalie load must lie hidden beneath the event of the mind-purchase in desperation that two Marshal's walk over to the home of Simon Russell, president of the Ayamonte Bank. And next, it's going to sign for murder in his life. No one has prepared to claim this state than a judge's orders to call a public auction to pay off the mortgage. Yet, we got to yank the president of the bank on the dead of midnight. Ah, it ain't Russell's fleet you're worrying about. Why, it is your own. But he's still awake. There are a few things I'd like to know about that mortgage on Manuel Madrigal's property. Ah, there is nothing to that, Lightning. But let bought that state mortgage in the flock, you're at it. Yeah? So lucky that two months later, he can sink a shaft with a ricketer's vein of ore in the state of New Mexico. Good, Lightning. And this case must stop and offer up to be signed in more trouble. Hey, you sure ain't strong on brains. These are your whities. Well, you will never be no more than just a deputy. You don't learn to be a little detective work. Really, you're not the sixth master for more than just liking to fight and being able to handle a sixth son, you know? Oh, maybe so. But knowing how to use the sixth son is going to come in my hands when we meet up with this little boy at the arms. Ha, ha, ha. That's what we are, Lightning. This is a bank of power. Hmm, wonder what this force is doing tied out here this time and now. Maybe Russell has company now, I think. He ain't that horse that beat you up. Ah, what you mean? Nope, just a nice one. Yeah. How do you do that, boy? Now, easy boy. We ain't going to have this, that, that. Boy, Lightning, I bet you this horse can go like blue blaze. Yeah, of course. They've won Miguel. I saw on this boy. Oh, Miguel, wouldn't you have enough to do with him, buddy? Look at the white blaze on his face. Yeah, watch the foot-wise. Oh, that's right, Lightning. And Miguel, won't I? Don't force this that, Martin, son. No. So long, little fella. Come on, buddy. We need to bother the bank of women's drug company, but our business is important, can't we? Look, Lightning, the front door's already open. Yeah. Hey, Huston. Hey. Good, buddy. That's crazy things from over here. This door's locked. We'll have to break it down. Yeah, come on now. Both at once. Go. Again. Again. Again, huh? Yeah. Yeah. The lights can put out. Yeah. That's right, buddy. It's open. Here we go. Hold on, little dude. Why do you got a rain? You ought to get to the end of the horse. I don't know, buddy. Just lamp. I like it. We can look around. Yeah, I reckon so, buddy. And that was El Murato that got away all right. Look at the handle of this knife. And that's a story. There, Lightning. Standing there talking, Lightning. Come on, let's get on the trailer at Burlington. No, buddy. That wouldn't do no good. Time we could make it back to headquarters and get a horses. El Murato would be safely hidden back in the hills. Sure. Where would we be next? That blasted look at this knife. Why is my desk just like yours? And it's got rust with me and my blade too. Come on, Wattie. We're going to bust open that private space in the corner there and have a look at the bank's personal account. I'm going to catch this blood thirsty sidewinder El Murato. It's the last thing I ever do. Please, read me in. Your sword keeps a good hour, buddy. After all, I told you about little boys using their sleeves. But a great horn, too, buddy. Listen to this. Sure. Mr. Simon Russell, et cetera. I want you to tell Butler he can take his cut out of the first yield of the palmily load and he can give you and the judge and Marshal Trudy yours at the same time. Yes, yes, yes. Buying the equipment to sink the shaft has taken all my cash and I can't pay any of you till the mine starts paying. I love this. It's signed with the nickels F8. My God, it's like this. They don't much mean that. But there wasn't any real owner of the palmily gold mine at all. Yeah, judging from this letter he was just a figurehead. Hmm. I wonder who has the nickels F8. Yes. Each and each is like this. They tell me there's runs that ends at the foot of the heels for the palmily gold mine. Yes, they do. Just in the whole country. You know, they lad their 8s, man. A ladder 8? No. You've got it, buddy. The man who owns the ladder 8. Rick Huffman. F8. He will see the real owner of the palmily mine. Hey, everybody watching out here. We're not here today for your gun. Get back at the nest. Get the El Muerto. All right, El Muerto. You've got the drop on it. It's very interesting information, say El Muerto. About three-half when only the car is palmily gold to my name. Eh, he's saying I did not know. Oh, that's what you came back for, eh? To find the name of your next victim here. You have toward you. It is to your Huffman. And perhaps I have come back to treat you as well, say, El Muerto. Right, you dirty, two-legged poor cat. You ain't to get enough blood than your hand for this. Don't worry about it. El Muerto ain't going to kill us. Well, I ain't had time to carve our names on his fancy knives. And he wouldn't want to spoil his reputation by anything so ordinary as a duty. Now, would you, El Muerto? You are a very brave man seeing a monster to make joke. Well, you are a commercial of El Muerto. But if I am to say to kill you, if I have to kill you others, I must get to work. Very nice. Eh, it will take time to engrave. Very nice. Me, me, me. We are going to carve our names. Then you're nice. Then buy and watch you. Why not here? No, but here. On second thought, I believe I shall tie you up and place you in the closet which is just behind you. It will save me the trouble of seeing you covered while I work. Does El Muerto, the famous killer of four men, really plan to murder Lightning Jim and Whitey as well as Fitz Hoffman, owner of the Latter Age Ranch? The surprising climax of this Lightning Jim adventure follows immediately. And now for part two of the Lightning Jim adventure, the vengeance of El Muerto. Having cut the two muscles, El Muerto has bound them tightly and lost them in a large closet at the home of the murdered bank president. For more than an hour, they struggled to free themselves and finally by a gigantic effort, Lightning Jim succeeds in loosening the rope about his wrist. When he has freed Whitey, they force open the closet door, tear back the headquarters for their horses and start out for the Latter Age, hoping to get there in time to prevent another El Muerto murder. It seems to go a little faster, Lightning. Oh, knock down this rocky hillside, Whitey. The guys look over there in the east. So unspoken. If El Muerto ain't already got something, he won't strike till it starts again. Hey, hold on, Lightning. Who, Whitey? Wake up now. Who's the Whitey? What's up, Whitey? Don't get that beard there down by the creek below, Whitey. Yeah, I see. That was a bridge. Is that El Muerto? That's El Whitey. So what is he doing to that horse? Tell him he's back to us this week and see. That's what every story is for a working horse at El Muerto. Hey, listen, Whitey. If that's El Muerto, we don't want to take no chances on his getting away. I'm going to challenge him from here. Wait for the skies, Fanger. Wait. Caramels. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. What was that? That's what El Muerto is about. That's what El Muerto is about? That's what El Muerto is about. Do that. Wait. Whoa! Say that he will not drink too heavy before the big rain. Now that the curry's curiosity is satisfied, why don't you let's get going. Come on Miguel, we're heading for the latter age too. We can ride the rest of the way together, huh? Oh, see, see, you are that new fine idea. Oh, there we have Captain Holt. Hey, hey, you're looking something, Miguel. Let it like that. That's about to fall out of your head. The bag. Yeah, there it goes. Yeah, well, it's a safe, a black safe. Oh, that's what it is. Sorry. Where'd you get that safe, Miguel? Oh, I find him over there by the breeze, eh? See, his arms fold up. He's fine safe, you know. I'm looking manned, you know, it's with us. You think that it's El Muerto, keep it like that. El Muerto? This safe belong to El Muerto? Well, it can be sure, Holt, but it looks like one El Muerto was there last night, right enough. That's nice. You see El Muerto last night, you know. Yeah, and what's more, we saw it Holt, too, Miguel. That's that dead ringer for El Cap, Captain Holt. Except that it's got the big right place down the front of the field. Holt, what is it? Yeah, he's not a horse like an Capitan, no Holt. Well, I reckon we all feel that way about our own horses, Miguel. You see, that gives me an idea. You do something for me, Miguel. Of course, certainly, sir, you're right, he's unique. Good. I want you to ride back to Ayamon, so you can stout around for that horse, while he leaves just a scratch to you. You're a serious kid, I do ya. Everyone knows that Miguel wants to buy a horse, and this way, no one will suspect he's on the trail of El Muerto. But, my race, sir, I've told you, Holt, when I will arrive by 9 o'clock. Yeah, well, I wouldn't worry about that race, if I were you, Miguel. Unless I'm very much with the Capitan. Dick Huffman is lying up at his land house, that one of El Muerto's children, I was sticking in his belly. Oh, yes, but this is terrible. He's on the afternoon, he is distraught to my people. Here, I will try to find this horse for you pronto. All right, now get going. And report back to my headquarters, if you don't find no trace of him by noon. Speaking of it, oh, but the case for Ayamon had the case. The guy was taking a shot at that kid, ain't he? Sure, you can have a shot at him, why didn't you? Look at that, yeah, there's something in the pocket there. Well, I see it, it's an account book. An account book, ain't there, sir? Give me that notebook, buddy. Not book? Is it on the app, is not it? Hmm. No, Miguel, this is Dick Huffman's private account book. Reckon this proves I was right about Huffman being dead. He ain't been here in my life, and we've got to do something in a hurry. This blood test, which I ought to tell everybody in the country, if we don't get some soon. That's a story, sir, like it is. But you can do nothing, you can do just stop me. Do you find any notations in the books that can help us track down these miserable girls of Ayamon? Well, here's a funny thing. About the time of the purchase of the Parmalie load, Huffman paid a thousand dollars to Pedro Geronimo. Pedro Geronimo? Yeah. My best best, Pedro, never wants to be again. No, you want to act like Ayamon, too. Yeah, that's just what it is, buddy. Now, where do you suppose a rat like Black Pedro comes into this picture? Hey, senor, I must be on my way. Every minute of this, many of you have to lose your danger to your reputation. And to the lives of our prominent people. That's yours, my friend. Hey, you're right, Miguel. Good luck to you. Good luck, Miguel. Good luck. Good luck. Come on, thunder. Get yourself a good long drink, old boy, and do your head on for the latter eight. That's good idea, Lightning. And maybe we'll find out something there. By the way, what'd you do with that piece of chalk you found in the safe pocket, buddy? Oh, yes, yes, sir. Hey, Miguel, run off without the thief, Lightning. I'm gonna go all the faster than you do over there, too. Well, he got excited when he found out it's sound book, buddy. But I'm just a good starter on the trailer, this is. Holy. Look, it's got some horse hairs on it. Of course, it's got some horse hairs on it. There's no time to explain now, buddy. But we've got to ride like the wind that we're going to prevent another El Morejo murder. Let's go, thunder. Hey, go. Mother, this is yours. No more else. El Morejo. Then for your sins, Black Pedro, you're going to die. Die by these knights. Oh, this is my life. Oh, no, no. I have not done anything. You cannot hold it. Oh, God. Don't tell your life so to please. I am sorry. Oh, you are a good liar. You are a good liar. You are a good liar. You are a good liar. Oh, you are a good liar. You are a good liar. You are a good liar. Oh, El Morejo, whoa, whoa. See, see, see, whoa, whoa. Yes? Black Ugo, yes, yes. Yes, they're too late, like his old women. One of my babies yet. Yes. My babies, they're my horse. My babies like children. Right here. They're still here. See, look, friendship. No. No, they're not like these. They're not strong. You mean, you are El Morejo, you see. Right, Miguel is El Moreto. What's telling you, my friend? How could you discover that I was El Moreto? It was a piece of chalk that I found in the kid's pocket that gave me the clue Miguel. As soon as I saw the horse there, so clingy to it, I got to thinkin' how El Moreto's horse was a dead ringer for your El Capitan. Except for the white blaze. No, I guess you like him. Miguel is chalked at my place in El Capitan, the horse walked aside. That's it, buddy. But what made you do it, Miguel? Murder all these men, I mean. Because, Miguel, I come back to my home and find that my mother has been murdered. And my father, yes, been home for the time, but then you must be the son of Manuel Madrigera. Seriously, El Hort, Manuel was my father. He was a horseman, he found out something that gave gold on his heart of land. So he hired black paper to kill my mother. I hired black paper to see her mother, to see the woman down in cold blood, to see if she was, and that, that is not all. He had a husband, he tried to take, and he lost her. My father was killed, he didn't know it was right. A whole story, for a handful of gold, a whole man. I don't know what it is. No, but what about that for the dancers? He didn't do nothing but tell him all the good and bad about Manuel Madrigera. But the more he saw her, he got her, he knew all about the problem. They all knew, they all knew, that if he was a smart boy, he could find out that he was making these mistakes, they all knew. I, it's all, I, I find out, you know. You know, I, you know, I, I... You know what I'm saying? I, I find it, it's going like this. It's going like this. Yeah buddy, it goes like this. Yeah, and I'm certainly glad that you live long enough to tell us why he killed all those things like this. That's so what I'm here to do, thinking Miguel was just a cold-blooded killer like the thing that hurt him. Yes, buddy, and I'm going to do my best see to it that the next marshal and judge will appoint it to this territory, a man who can be trust to uphold the rights of Mexicans and Americans alike. And so ends another thrilling chapter in the adventures of Lightning Jim Whipple, United States Marshal, and his deputy, Whitey Larsen.