 be on your own. The land of cutthroats and gunmen, leaving behind a trail of destruction and death. But at last, he's finally established a hideout for himself in the Cumber Mountain. And into that region come Lightning Jim and Whitey. Their instructions are to work from undercover, but to get the Black Baron and break up his gang. They have arrived at the town of Cumberbills, sprawling on the foot of the Cumber range, and are just about to stable their horses when... She likes me, they've watched that bell for us. Well, they usually ring the church bell in the case of fire or something serious. I reckon we'll move along down that way, Whitey. Who can I name? There's two of them fellers tied under horses over there. I see all right, Whitey. I reckon things are happening in thick and fast around here. Two marmed ebony's killed and tied on their horses, and another note pinned on them. I'll just say it this time, Sheriff. Yeah, let's just take a tip from our sheriff in resigns. The Black Baron makes his own laws. Yeah, you know what this means, you're just fucking that gang and you know it. Yeah, you've had sick devils brought back to your dead. What do you think we can do about it? And none of us will volunteer. We ain't crazy. Yeah, and if you've got good sense, you'll resign too. There ain't no sense walking right into a trap. Here's the answer. Can't they get one of them to help me out on this? Are you going to let the Black Baron dictate to you? You know me, please. I've been running the spread here for a long time. I ain't playing with the Black Baron, but I sure ain't playing against him. Hey, why don't you quit while you've got a chance, huh? You don't travel is for good. I was elected sheriff about two months ago. You ain't hardly got started on my term of office yet. And I ain't quittin'. If it don't get me some deputies, yeah, let them reckon I'll have to go it alone. Why do you here's where we get in the game? What you going to do right now? We was told to play the cards the way that was dealt, as long as we didn't let on that we was marshaled. Just follow my lead, buddy. Hey there, mister. Yeah, 21. I understand you're right. You're looking for a couple of deputy sheriffs? Huh? Sure, sure. You know where I can find the couples or the handy lanks? Well, to get paid for it, here's one. All right, my partner here might join up too. I'll say it, buddy. Sure, sure. Yeah, I had never been a deputy sheriff before, but just to try anything once, how much does this job pay? 50 months and found. Yeah, and the county pays your funeral expense. Yeah. Hey, Clint Carson, if you hire these two green horns and get them killed too like the other six, you're a cock-eyed stubborn mule. That's my sentiment. Yeah. If you two want the job, you're hired. Come on down to the office with me. I'll tell you just what kind of buzz saw you run into. You want to run the other way? Well, there's still time. Turn cattle run off. And anybody that gets in the way gets killed. You must be a pretty brave man, Sheriff. You still hang on. Hey, you ain't afraid of this black bear, am I? Yeah, I'm afraid, all right. He doesn't worry about me. I'm just mad. I had a ranch too about three months ago. Some of the prettiest cows ever laid eyes on. The black baron took them? That's it. I woke up one morning to find myself all alone. And McCow's all gone. My two cowhands dead. You know why? I got real loans from out that ranch without McCow's. Didn't have nothing else to do, so well, took this job here. What happened to the last, yes. Oh, the black baron got him. Yeah. One of these days, he'll nearly probably get me too. But then I'm going down fighting. I ain't giving up. Then see if nobody else's still on there helping me. Oh, they ain't exactly quitters. They just got scruples, just getting killed. Me? Well, I ain't got no scruples. Rick and I'm just, well, I'm too mad to have any too much sense. Well, maybe the three of us. My name is Jim Jennings. And whitey here, he ain't got no other name but whitey. No, I ain't the fancy. He's calling me whitey. Well, I think the three of us might bother the black baron a might. What's your sentiment, whitey? Me? Well, I think I'm beginning to get mad too. Maybe buying by adverse myself up a good temper. Well, then I tell you, things are beginning to happen. Well, you made your own choice, but I'm glad to have you with me. Come on. I'll take you out and show you the devil's disband. That's where the barons get out like. Oh, then maybe they have to scar the disband for him. Gary, see? You see his shape just like a disband. And as far as I'm concerned, the barons and the devil are all right. Yeah, it's a deep valley with deep hills all around it. Here, here, you can see good from here. Oh, boy, oh, now, who is it? You're, you're, there goes the river. Look, you must say there's a little rock you reach along one side. Oh, pie there, see that? Yeah, I see it. I reckon that's the way in. That's the only way in. And that's guarded all the time. Two men, a couple of rivals could hold off an army there. That river's got to go someplace. Where's it come out on the other side? It doesn't come out. What do you mean, there? You can't go no place. Well, it goes underground at the far side of the valley. Once clear under the mountains, I reckon. At least I never heard nobody who really knew where it went. Underground river flowing through the valley then disappearing down under the ground. Well, it's one of them natural phenomenons. You know, like they get thread up in books. One minute to see it, and the next minute to go. Well, I sure they don't see our post. They could get in through that ridge here. If the Black Bear didn't want to let them in. You're right there, Whitey. They're safe enough, all right, along to the state behind us. Yes, that's right. Get it, get it, get it, get it. See, see, I saw the smoke from that shot. Yeah, I see it now. That's just the woman and not to come no closer. Burn their hide. Let's get going. The more I look at that dirt in this pan, the more I think of my cows. And the more I think of my cows, the matter again. That night, the sheriff, lightening Jim and Whitey, have just finished supper, and are walking down the street talking about that all-engrossing subject, the Black Baron. Well, I tell you, I still think that through what they'd be so many, we can smoke Jim Porkette out there or there. What's the expense? Well, I reckon we'll have to put a head to it, Whitey. Maybe we can figure out something. Come on in here, boys. I'm going to send a telegram. I'm just getting ready to lock up the office. Hey, Lou, this is Jim Jimmings, and his father's name, Whitey. They hired on a deputy today. This is Lou Benson, our telegrapher. Hi there, Jim, Whitey. How are you doing? You got more nerve than I got, but I can now live longer. Well, Lou, I wouldn't mind betting on that if I was a better man. Yeah, well, I see. All my family lives along, Sam. But my grandfather, he's still going strong. Yeah, and I wrote up a telegram once this thing for me to do. Now, what if it goes tonight? Sure. Sure, it says Sam Ogleby, attorney general, state of Arizona, capital, Phoenix. Yeah, you reckon that address will get him all right, Lou? Oh, sure thing. Let me see now. Here's Sam. I'm well, and hope you are the same. You see, they've been having a little trouble down here lately. Oh, my cows got stow, so they elected me, sir, so as I could catch the black Baron who's been doing all the stealing. Yeah. Well, what's the matter with you, Jenny? I reckon they're caught in the cold, something in the throat. The cold, so? Well, turpentine's good with the head. Turpentine the wolf rock. Yeah. Go on, Lou, with the rest of it. Yes, sir. I got me a couple of new deputies today. The other six got killed. These two new ones don't scare easy, but the three of us are hitting off. So will you please ask the governor to send a cook down here? Oh, thank you, sir. Get you some of that cold, too. Yeah, I can understand it. Well, it's been grand lately. Yeah, go on, Lou. Well, you're going to say the black Baron is the ornate, low-down, bad-smelling, hairy-legged tarantula. And I think the governor ought to help me get my cows back. The old friend Flint Carson. Yes, the cows were black with white spots. Yes, and now they get some results and quake. Now he ain't going to fool around no longer. The tarantula! Yes, the black Baron's about 30 of his gang just held up the bank. He's headed this way on the road out of town. Yeah, so I'm right, right into town, Willie. Come on. Listen, chef, you know Simpson are going out there. Just three of us. We can't stop 30 men. You're getting scared, Jim. No, just careful. I'm hankering to get the black Baron personal. And I can't do it if I'm dead. Wait, I'll lock the door. Well, I ain't hiding here like I was wearing a coat. Now I don't want to shoot around here, Sheriff. And that's final. A long-headed old fool, if you think you can stop the Baron and 30 of his men. Here they're coming. I should see them. Get down all of you so they don't see us through the window. Get out, Sheriff. We don't want no trouble. We don't start ourselves. Well, I'm aiming to start some. If I can just get one man. Sheriff, don't. Let them break through the window. Now you've done it. The whole mob will be down on us. What's that light out, Lou? Hurry. I'm putting it out right now. I reckon the Baron can't take it, too. We've got to get out of here. We can't hold them off. Can they place around you to take cover, Lou? There's a bunch of empty barrels here, and I'm pulling them over my head right now. You're off, too. Good idea. Come on, hurry up. Oh, I'd rather shoot as I'll cause them. There's an awful plan out there. Ready for something. Give me one of them barrels. Get out, Sheriff. Put open this window in the back. I think we got out that way. Maybe. Well, they'll know we couldn't get out without them seeing us. Ah, maybe they won't stop the thing. He's still out here. Bye. Come on, Lou. Let's see if you want us to drag you out to some convalescence. Yeah. Come on. All right, man. Come on. The window's open. Yeah, probably just took one lucky shot. Close my toe off. Yeah, window's open. I reckon him or them or whoever it was got out here all right now. There seems to be a lot of barrels around here. Maybe we better light a light and make a good search. Yeah. This is all over the floor here. All the way down on my boot. I never breathed once the whole time they was in here. Why do you? You all right, boys? Come on out. They've gone now. Honestly, if we were there, they'd be able to catch full, Emily. I don't think I'll ever get myself on stock. Will the attorney general send troops down in response to Flint's request? Just how could the black Baron be driven out of his devil's dish pan? We shall see in part two of the adventures of Lightning Jim, which follows immediately. Lightning Jim in the devil's dish pan. Now it's morning, following the bank robbery at Tumperville. Was the bank plum-cleaned out, Flint? No, yes. Nothing left but the printer. That's all right. Freddy and his papa worked up, too, because the old station doesn't look so good either this morning. Well, we ain't exactly in favor around here. Jim and I viscous. I have scrubbed myself until I am raw in places. But whenever I get through scrubbing, I find some more molasses. Well, I reckon why do you want to be quite a feverite with the flies? See, I don't think that's so funny. Hey, listen, Flint. I've got a plan for getting into the devil's dish pan and for getting the Baron out. Oh, you're local. There can't be such a plan. Well, I think I've got one that might work. Well, if you've got a plan for getting in there, you're wasting your time being a deputy sheriff to go on the stage and fall over and in half. Yeah, I've been looking at a map of this country, showing the devil's dish pan in detail. I could draw you a picture, then. Now, you spend a lot of time up there when I was a young spouse. Well, it's true, ain't it, that a man can ride up the side of the mountain and be directly over the river at the opposite end of the pass? You mean get around on the other side? Yeah. Well, sure, that's easy done. But what goodness it do you? You'd still be miles up in the air, and the black bear and his miles down below. He ain't hurt him none that way. No, well, I think I can and hurt him plenty. Yeah, but he got to up your sleeve, yeah. Me and you is going up the side of the mountain till we locate the spot where the river goes down underneath. When we got that done, we're going to watch up chance and I'm going down on a rope. You mean by yourself? Yeah. Well, never before in my life did I ever hear all the old man so anxious to get the Hades that he was willing to crawl down. Well, it won't be expecting nothing from that end. Why, it didn't be ought to be able to work it out all right. Eh, yo, but, eh, what we going to do when we get to him? Well, I'll take along some dynamite. And if I got it figured right, once that dynamite goes to work, there won't be no place for that river to go through and the valley will flood and flood quick. Yeah, it would. That's powerful river. It'll flood that valley as easy as, well, it's filled in the everyday discipline. You mean that you are going to dynamite the rocks around the river as damn it opens. Right off them scorching weasels. That's it. Of course, the rocks won't keep the river back forever. They ought to hold it back long enough to drive out the black barren as he wants to get drowned in his own trap. Mere horn here, would I come in the picture if you and Wanda's going to do all the dirty work? Er, I reckon you could get a few men lined up who'd take a chance on capturing them with us when they get flooded out. Sure, like I told you. All the folks around here wanted a perfect chance. Here, if you get some dynamite lined up for me, and organize your party for tonight. Yeah? Come on, buddy, we've got a ride in there doing plenty of it. We're going to scrub out the dish pan for the devil. Oh, boy. Look down there. Oh, boy, yeah. Yeah, I see it all right, Lightning. There's where the river goes under the mountain, all right. Yeah, see that ledge down there? Look to the right. Yeah. Well, we wait until it begins to get dark. And we both make it down to that ledge. From there, I go on low. Well, I don't see why you don't let me do that, Lightning. Well, go on. You manage the rope from up above. Oh, I wish this was tomorrow. I don't think I'm going to like tonight. Well, we'd better take a little rest. We can start climbing down until it gets dark. Lightning. But what's the problem, Whitey? I just spawned some more molasses. That evening when darkness came, Whitey and Jim started their dangerous climb down the side of the mountain. They had fastened strong ropes at the top to steady them. But any slip would have been fatal. Well, here we are, Lightning. We made the ledge all right. Yeah. From here down, it's just about 30 feet. Got the rest of the rope all right. You all right. Let's wrap them on my wrist, not till I get that unwrapped. Well, we pass material on the rock and I'll slide down. But if I have to get back in a hurry. Oh, you won't be waiting around anywhere with that few slips and the dynamite. Lightning, you're right. Anyway, be ready to pull up in a hurry. What do you think I want to be doing? Now, Whitey, now, don't get worried. I'll be all right. Well, got that rope fast. You're right around this rock here and I'm fastening two ropes. I don't need to. Well, two ropes is better than one. I'm fastening two. All right, all right, suit yourself, buddy. Well, here I go. Be careful, Lightning. I'm going to keep my fingers crossed till you get bit. And while Whitey was letting Lightning Jim down the steep mountain side on the rope, below in the devil's dish pan, the black baron and two of his men were talking. To one side, the river rushed along to its underground channel. I tell you, boys, I don't like the idea those two ombres were all going up the side of the mountain, did they? Yeah, but we got nothing to worry about, boys. They left Prada. We watched them go. Yeah, they can't hurt us. None from up there. No, nor even if they could get down here. Well, you two going back to camp. I'm just going to move around here as well. I got the creeps tonight for some reason. Why do you want anything? Just get out. Hey, better come on back with us and sit in the poker game, boys. I'm feeling lucky tonight. For the sky baron. What? If they make one wrong move, I'll let they like through you. Hey, what you doing with that dynamite? He's going to blow me up. Cut him up. Going to. Don't go for your gun. Curse you. You're not going to go for your gun. Whitey, hurry up with that other rope. Here to get blown up. Shut up. I'm trying to get this rope round you. Help yourself a little. I can't. I don't help yourself a little. Pull it, buddy. I'll tie him up the other rope. Don't want to be blown up. You'd better help yourself a little. Here we go. I am, buddy. This is a 10. He's worried, Baron. I'll cut the rope and let you fall right on top of that dynamite. All right. All of this has been going on. Flint Carson with a posse of 15 men has been waiting close to the cumber pass leading into the devil's dish pan. Don't get mad. I'm going to miss some more in the dome of cows. I've never seen two men like more. That won't work, Flint. I told you before, it just won't work. They can't get down those mountains with a fake car. They won't. I don't know. I don't know about that. They might be able to do it because the dynamite ought to be better if I knew Jim and Whitey got out of there all right. Now, just what do you know about those two hombres, Flint? It's funny that Moe's in a town this way and so does they know nothing about them. As far as I'm concerned, they can have anything they want. And if I ain't got it, then I'll help them to get it. What are we doing now, Flint? Nothing. We just wait until we see if the rats come out. Then we make them throw down their guns or we shoot them down one by one. They could keep us from going in through the pass, but now we're done. And now we can keep them from coming out unless they do as we say. You'll shred it. The mountain, lightning Jim and Whitey joined the sheriff and his posse, bringing their prisoner, Black Baron, with them. They're just like picking daisies. The boy started back down. I heard he said, hey. Prisoner number one in the collection. The Baron? But they told us he'd got a bloater up along with two more of the men. At least, why has nobody could find them? Well, the other two got bloated up, but the Baron here decided to come along with us. I still think you could take rabbits out of her head, Jim. You are a natural born magician. Well, Sheriff, now we've got a few minutes to quiet with all the prisoners behind bars. I've got a kind of a little confession to do. Oh, that's right. We was kind of fooling you there, Sheriff. We wasn't, but we were supposed to be at all. Man, I don't understand this. What was you supposed to be? Well, we were supposed to be deputy sheriffs, but we couldn't be no deputy sheriffs because we were something else all the time. Your telegram for your sheriff came yesterday, but I couldn't find a no place to give to you. Now, here, now, excuse me. Excuse me, may I read your telegram here? Says there, from Sam Mogleby, Attorney General. Let me see now, Dear Flint, he says here. I'm reading now, he says here. Dear Flint, I talked to the governor about sending a troop out to get the Black Baron, but the governor says it isn't necessary because Lightning Jim Whipple, the United States Marshal, and White Larson, his deputy, have already been sent. What? You too, for me? Oh, that's what they meant. They meant they'd be watching, but they were supposed to be. Worn with your telegram. Worn with these people, come and bring my things. No, no, what, they're just your friends, see there, Mr. Flint. Dear Flint, please, dear Flint, he says they're memories. And the governor says to tell you there was enough reward money on the Black Baron to buy all the cows in Arizona, Texas, and Colorado, your friend, Flam. No, what are you going to do there? Stop being sheriffs when they start the ranching again? I don't think I'd ever like any cows as well as it did them first ones. Reckon, I'll just keep on being a sheriff. And so ends another thrilling episode in the lives of those two famous marshals, Lightning Jim Whipple and White Larson.