 Is it your misfortune and none of my own? If it's high, I owe, get along, you little doggies. You know that the fairy will be your new home. We can't keep on stringing him up all night. I said let him down. Tim's more than half dead now. Now the jerk on that rope in his neck would have broken. Yeah, I reckon you're right, Bear. And with what dead, we'd never learn where he hit that goal. You had enough, Wops? You ready to tell us where you have the goal hidden? What? No, not have any. Brought us to spring you up with that rope again around your neck? No, no. We come for that 30,000-man goal, and we ain't leaving? Tell Jake to bring the score in here, Sam. We've strung water seven times already, and he still won't talk. I've heard he's pretty fond of hers. No, no. I get it, Belle. We'll give you a score of those to the same medicine we're giving Wop, eh? No, no, her and Wop. Hang me loose in his. Hey, Jake! Here's one here. Sure, Sam. No. No, no, no. It's Wop. I do have the goal. Where is it, Wop? String up, men. The Indians still going to hold out. What does he tell her? The goal is to leave Wop alone. All right. That's talking, Wop. Goals buried under big cotton hood three by well. Go on. 30,000 dollars. This is a pretty good night to work, Sam. Now I can send to St. Louis for those new dresses I've been wanting. Investigating a threatened uprising of the Creek Nation, Lightning Jim and Whitey discovered that the Indians have a justifiable grievance. Marauding bands of white men have been invading the territory known as No Man's Land to prey upon the accumulated wealth in gold and stock of the various tribes of red men dwelling within its confines. The two marshals have made numerous arrests during their commission but have not as yet managed to capture a band of desperadoes known as the Sam's Tar Gang. They're discussing with Yellowfoot, chief of a Creek tribe, the Indians' assertion that a woman is co-leader of the outlaws and that she's protected by evil spirits. What makes you think the woman's protected by evil spirits, Chief Yellowfoot? Yeah. White woman, whole pow wow with evil spirit in canyon of lost gold. But Chief Yellowfoot, you see that the Indians won't go into that canyon. So how do you know that they'll start talk for evil spirits in there? Yeah. Because one time white woman's band steal horse, steal gold. He'll squaw of Yellowfoot brave. Brave, heap mad. Follow white woman and white man in the canyon of lost souls. Hear woman laugh, sing. Hear white man's music. Hear evil one laugh too. Brave, come back to camp, tell Yellowfoot. All time him laugh, weep, weep laugh. Same time him tell Yellowfoot. I see. The Indian went mad from Friday. Yeah, brave, no afraid. Yellowfoot brave, not no fear. Heep, big brave. Evil one put sign on brave. Evil one angry. Cause brave go into canyon. Put sign on brave. Make brave laugh, weep, same time. You say the star gang drove the horses they stole from your tribe last night into this year canyon of lost souls. Yeah, that's so. Well, we'll do everything we can to capture this star gang, Yellowfoot. But in the meantime, you've got to keep your braves off the war pass. Yellowfoot brave, lose many horse. Two moons pass, lose much gold. Yellowfoot brave, heap mad. Great white father say, this Indian land, Indian must stay on land. Indian not stay on land if white man not stop steal Indian gold, Indian horses. Yellowfoot tell brave law man, make things right. But brave not think so. Brave want to go on war pass. But Yellowfoot, you've got to keep them in hand and live there by a longer. Lightning and me won't ever be able to catch bell-storn a gang if you go on the war pass and the system off to the territory. Yeah, white is right, Yellowfoot. You go on the war pass, you'll only scare the woman away for a while. Then when you get settled down again, you and the gang will come back to start the raids all over again. Yeah, Yellowfoot, not think you catch a white woman. White woman, heap smart. Well, we've caught up with a lot of smart lawbreakers nowadays, Yellowfoot. And the least you can do is to give us a chance. Yellowfoot do best him can. Keep brave, close your camp for a few days. Yellowfoot not know if he can keep brave longer than few days. Well, your best is all we ask, Yellowfoot. Good. Every Sunday. Easy boy there. See which way we are heading for Lightning. Well, I reckon the first move is to take a look at this year. Canyon of Lost Soul. No, you not go to Canyon of Lost Soul. Evil one keep you, put sign on you. No, evil one not let you come out of Canyon. Easy boy, easy Sunday. Well, I guess evil spirits won't bother whitey and mean on Yellowfoot. Maybe they just don't like Indians, because they don't seem to bother Belle Stoner gang. That cause woman bad. Evil spirit look after bad people. You not bad. Evil spirit get you, Lightning Jim. Get you, get whitey. Yellowfoot say you not go in Canyon of Lost Soul. Yellowfoot no. Gee, Lightning maybe there's some order where we can catch the yes without going into the canyon of the Lost Soul. What's the matter, Whitey? You ain't getting an attack of cold feet either. Come on, boy, we ain't got no time to waste talking about ghosts. Here's an evil spirit in Lost Soul. Canyon will nab them. Make them lead us through the star gang. Let's go from there. Meanwhile, in a little valley beyond the Canyon of Lost Soul, Belle Stoner is taking over the herd of horses stolen from Chief Yellowfoot's tribe during the night. Well, if you'd wake up and take a look at these horses by daylight, you'd know what I want. I want to give you the idea that I should risk my neck to wrestle a string of mal-eaten rain ponies like these. Well, you sent us ahead to spot out the herd of Yellowfoot's horses, Belle. These were the only ones we could get at. Then Redskins has their best herd passing so close to their cap. I didn't think you'd dare to take a chance on them. What do you mean you didn't think I'd dare? Now, first place, you're bragging when you refer to the functioning of that rusty, force-rate middle process of yours as thinking. And don't forget it. All right, all right, Belle. And furthermore, get this into your head, damn star. We're going after that prize herd of full of Yellowfoot's before the week's out. But Belle, I don't... Don't but tell me you half-witted quarter-breed you look at them. Look at them, I tell you. They're short-legged, wall-eyed, mangy, pass-alock-high uses ain't worth a bother or driving across the border. Get that trigger temper of yours under control, Belle, and listen to reason, won't you? Why should I? Why should I waste time on your illiterate mouthings when I already know everything that goes on in that glass head of yours? Right now, you're worrying about that post office raid you have planned for Friday. Well, I'm not intentin' to rough out at night so you can go ahead with your plans. I have a little work to do myself during the next few days. Not the plan you were telling me about last night, Belle. I need all the boys for this post office holder. And you sure can't pull a job like that for yourself. Oh, can't I? If I could read, Sam Starr, I'd suggest you look up the words for next. But since you can't read, I'll just tell you it's something I've used with no small degree of success on previous occasions. And I prefer to rely upon it this time. With you, of course, it's different, y'all. Oh, lay off of me, Belle. Just because you have book-learning, you ain't got no call to be writing me all the time. You married me, didn't you? And we're doing well, ain't we? There's never been a time when I haven't done well, Sam. Oh, don't try to take the credit for my prosperity. Hey, Jake, bring in the horses here. Sam, I'm hitting the trail for Fort Holland. Now, don't forget to have the men back here in plenty of time Saturday night. Yes, you can hear it, Belle. Okay, Jake. Stay near you and ride on the herd to these noble serbs, dirtbeds that we picked up last night. Be careful, none of them strayed out through the canyon, too. I'll lose one of those splendid horses, a great ma-ha. Hey, that Ben's store is such a nice woman. I just can't figure that out. Her riding over the gang at Poffolmbrace like this store bunch. Yes, you seem like quite a lady that time. We met up with her down in Texas. Yeah, but that's been a long time ago, Whitey. Maybe she's changed a lot since then. But there was right after we stored it, she joined up with the Blue Dock in the Expanion. There was just that only as the Sam store vendor. Yes, as bad or worse. The United States Marshal Cossum was telling me about some of the DiDOS, the Blue Dock Cut. Cossum was the one that captured him, you know. You see, that bell was the brain pack or air in your dick, you just hear that. Hey, look how this hog back we've crossed and dipped down into that gourd, John, the Whitey. Yellowfoot's description. I'd say we've hit the canyon a lot, too. Oh, that's a good one. You ought this much beat like him. But he ain't going to explore that place today no more, are he? That's after sunset already. Still worried about Yellowfoot's tale of evil spirits, Whitey? Well, I don't know what it is, but I don't like the idea of meeting up in a lost source after dark. Well, as long as it ain't your own store, Whitey, you ain't got nothing to worry about. Come on, they ain't quite dark yet. We'll have a little time to look around. Let's go, Thunder. Come on, boy. Yeah, now, take it easy, boy. Well, don't look so bad at the entrance, Whitey. Here you go, boy. Not so fast, now, boy. It's a fast one. Get them all to the side there. Get it, boys. Get it now. Take it easy. So, this is a place the Indians call the Canyon of Lost Souls. But, Gallish, in this door, you couldn't find anything. Yeah, the canyon walls slope inward as they arise, and set off all the lights. I'll tell you, Whitey. Hold on, Whitey. Tell me, Thunder. Good boy. There must be trouble, Whitey. Somebody's up ahead, Whitey. Listen to them voices. Hear them? See, they must be around there. They must be here, too. Yeah. We take it slow. The noise of this creature is keeping from hearing us. Hey, Whitey, whoever's here, they must move on. The voices are growing faster all the time. Move, move, Thunder, move. Yeah. I had to listen for a minute to make sure, though. This bloomin' creek makes so much racket, and what with the wind stuck into this place, it can't be right certain enough, Whitey. You can guess the story, Whitey. I reckon so. Well, I heard this. I'm singing to this gentle priest for his extraordinary human being. I think I can do better to get off with her and get off fast right now. Oh, really? Oh, Thunder, Whitey. Good boy. Good. We better just mount, Whitey. We'll keep our hands over the horse's nose. If he kind of deserves it, he might give us a way. We'll go around this bend, Whitey. They'll tell them how many of them there are. I don't know, Whitey. She said, look, there don't seem to be nobody around this bend, neither. We better get off to this place, Whitey. Whitey, it sounded just like music, Whitey. This goes with what Yellowford was telling us. We better find out who's making that sound, Whitey. It's sound. And you hear a whole dog on horses playing on the edge of the desert. And you'll just score that sound. There's horse music. That's what that is. It means if he was right. Horse music, you say? Well, that's the only thing unsure it ain't. Let me know. I never believed in horse before. But I tell you, them songs are getting on my nerves. Well, I don't exactly like them myself, Whitey, but I'm going to find out what this is all about. I think it's better to go again. Them voices. Get along, Whitey. We can't just stand here and talk about ghosts all night. Well, I'd rather talk about them than see them by the end of the night. All right, then we'll come and come over yonder. Yeah. Say, Whitey. What are you, what are you stopping for, Whitey? Listen, Whitey. I ain't afraid of the worst bend that I ever saw. But by Gally's being a deputy marshal, that don't call for capturing ghosts. Whitey, if them bandits said you was Miss Canyon, you're as brave as they are, ain't you? Yeah, I guess so. But, Whitey. Come on, then. Maybe they're responsible for all them queer sounds. Just to scare the Indians. Maybe, Whitey. Hey, Whitey. Hey, Whitey. What you see? Whitey, you jumped like you were shot. I was only calling your attention to what looks like an entrance to a cave. Look over there. See it? Right over yonder. Oh, that does look like a cave. And the voices is yet to be heard. Yeah. I think they come from that cave. Well, come on, Whitey. What do you mean? We are going inside that cave. Sure. Let's see what we can find. No, but I don't see for nothing. Well, I am. Come on. But not like me. We see the population of me. We are going in that cave, ghost or no ghost. Now, come on. Get moving. What will Lightning Jim and Whitey discover in the dark interior of that cave? And will they succeed in capturing the clever and lucky bell star leader of the outlaws? The answers to these questions will be found in part two, which follows immediately. And now for part two of the adventures of Lightning Jim. The two marshals are completely mystified by the weird voices and sounds in the canyon of lost souls. And Whitey is inclined to believe in the age-old Indians who prestige that the place is haunted by evil spirits. But Lightning Jim has determined to solve the mystery. And he forces Whitey to accompany him inside the cave they discover in the canyon wall. Compared to this cave, Whitey, that their canyon was as glad as high moon on a calm sea. Lord, this door could illustrate the red cat center. Oh, Whitey, begin off without me. Yeah, bring them up back. We eat her to music, and then Jasper's talking for quite a spell now. Did you get that tow ball out of your saddlebag that I told you? Well, I reckon they had us. Might as well light the tow ball and paddle it around. Sure, I'd like it open if you see us tonight. Yeah. But I just do not see much here. There she is. Well, here nobody but us in this cave, Whitey. Here's the cross of the creek that spring coming out of the rock over there. Come with me up above us. Quick, Whitey! Throw that tow ball up in the air. They've been dart-lighting. With all their coal or electricity, I don't see how they could go out. That's the answer. It's the wind, Whitey. The wind sucked in through that narrow open in the top of the cave. And it's that that's been making the sound like music. Ha! Just the wind. Yes, the wind. The wind plays music like a pianist. Don't try to fool me. But it is, Whitey. It's true, it's sure as I'm a foot high. But tell me if you hear rock formations before and how the wind's coming from the right direction, it'll sound just like music. Yeah, maybe so, Whitey. You may be right about the wind, but that still don't explain the voices. Keep them close now and you'll still hear them. That's why I think they're voices in the water now. Water. That's it, Whitey. You hear it. It's it's just that, it's it's just where the voices come from. Well, that's a good one. All right. A couple of fearless United States martyrs get drum out of the way for the wind. And a poor little stream of water blown over the ground. Well, you may be right, but Mr. Seymour, I don't like this play. Come on. Let's get to the canyon and be done with it. All right. We'll get the horses and make our way on through. It's pretty good to be out there. Keep it down. No. It is thunder. It is steady, boys. It's all right, old boy. Thunder don't like this canyon. No better than you do, Whitey. Come along, old boy. Come along. Of course you don't like it. Thunder's got some sense. Look ahead there, Whitey. Yo, that looks like a campfire, Whitey. Yeah. This must be the end of the canyon, Whitey. Someone's camping just beyond the mile. See? I don't hear no noise. It's pushed here all the same. Yeah. I reckon they are. Think about it. Leave our horses here, Whitey. Sneak up there as quietly as we can. Steady now, Thunder. Steady. Oh, boy. Move. Don't you move now. Let's go like this. We make no difference how many jeffers is out there, Whitey. We've got to drop on them. We'll be sure to build a rock you can see at the entrance. Yeah. Yeah, it does. This is the only one I can see so far. But there may be four of them on the other side of the fire, though. Yeah, we'll keep on the top of that with shore. Hey, you. Wake up. Don't risk for your guns, Major. We've got your cover. Who are you? What do you want? We'll ask the questions and you answer them. We're United States marshals. Oh, badges. Yeah. Yeah, that's right. Now you know who we are, but we don't know you. I guess you'd find out sooner or later. So I might as well tell you. I'm Jake Leader. Jake Leader? Yeah. Same start, gangie. Well, what you doing here and where are your partners? Well, I'm riding herd on some horses here, Marshall. My partners are left. Well, we'll prove that. Call out for Sam Starr as loud as you can. Call out for him? Yeah. Sam! Hey, Sam Starr! Like it is telling the truth, buddy. When will they be back, Jake? He won't be back. I said when will they be back? I tell you, they ain't coming back. I'm to hang out for a day or so and then hurt these critters across the border. Jake, how would you like to be turned over to Chief Yellowfoot's grave? They keep it? The Indian? Oh, you wouldn't turn me over to the Indian, would you? Well, they torture me and scalp me. Then talk and talk fast. All right, Marshall, I'll talk. I'll talk. Jake Leader divulges every detail of Belle Starr's plan to rustle the Yellowfoot herd on Saturday night. Lightning Jim immediately sends Whitey to Fort Howard to deliver the prisoner and return with the detail of six soldiers to assist in capturing the bandits. Hearing that the stolen horses might stray out through the canyon and warn the returning rustlers that something was amiss, Lightning Jim remains in the valley to guard the herd. Bye, Whitey! Hey, show me the fastest! Oh, your lightning! Envite till you hear the noise! Yeah, well, where's the soldiers you was to bring? They'll be here in a couple of minutes. I wrote on their head to bring you the noise, Starr. What news? Sam Starr held up the O'Fallet post office and was shot down by a party outside the town. Good. Good enough. But what happened to the rest of the gang? They got to me. I said it ain't all they know, Starr. Belle Starr held up the bank just beyond Fort Howard and she has skipped it over 15,000 dollars. 15,000 dollars? Get it all by herself, too. And say you ought to hear the wife of the banker and the soldiers. Well, hold on. Here come the soldiers now, Whitey. Sergeant, say lightning. I want you to meet Sergeant Brady and charge you the details. Pleased to meet you, Marshal. Howdy, Sergeant. Now, I want you to get them in scattered in the circle as close to the mouth of the canyon here as they can find cover. Yes, you see. I don't think our visitors will arrive before dark, but let's be prepared in case they... She might be. Somebody's called me. Yeah, quick, Sergeant. Get them in on the cover. Yes, sir. You, Harrison, get behind that rock. That tree over there will do for Johnson. Thank you. Right here on each side of the canyon, Marshal. As soon as they all pass us, you slip inside the canyon and take cover behind them rocks. Sure. Yeah, baby, you can cut off their skin. Yeah. All right, now get the cover. Convage our lucky. Oh, no, I'm already talking about Belle Starr. Shut up! I haven't time to listen to your feeble-minded chatter. We have to light plans for the night. Hmm. Strange. I don't see Jake around. Hey, Jake! All right, men. Better put up your guns. Who's that? Who's that? We've got your covers. Jake's Marshal Lightman Jim Whipple and that nice little gift kitty, too. How do you do, gentlemen? It's a long time since I've had the pleasure of seeing you, too. Oh, that's right. And I reckon they place your soul arsed this time, eh, Ben? Not at all, Whitey. You see, I've been in jail before. But, well, somehow or another, I never shall we say, stay put. In the meantime, I'd rather enjoy the company of gentlemen for a change. All right, Sergeant. Bring your men here and shackle these prisoners. All right, boys. Now, come on. Get going. Put them out there. Easy, boys. Get out of the way. Get him out. Get you down. All right. It looks like they're heading toward a cave, like him. Yeah, Whitey. There's a cave of course. Know that I know what that cave of course is. And tell you, I still don't like it. And so ends another thrilling chapter in the lives of those two famous marshals, Lightning Jim Whipple and Whitey Larson.