 P.O.S.T. P.O.S.T. Post. The serials you like the most brings you the Roy Rogers show, starring the king of the cowboys himself, Roy Rogers. It's roundup. Time on the double-r bar, so saddle your heart, cause it's on a right bar. The double-r bar rats transcribe stories and songs of the real west with the whipper trails. The wisest trail scout of them all, Jonah Wilde, played by Forrest Lewis. The queen of the west, Day 11's, and in person, the king of the cowboys, Roy Rogers. Well, howdy folks. This is Roy Rogers. I'll bet I know what you buckaroos are having for breakfast tomorrow. Post-serials, the same as I am. We keep post-serials on the shelf all the time here at the ranch because we know just as you do that you can count on anything bearing the brand-name post. Well, sir, Paradise Valley and the territory around it is on an emergency basis right now. On account of a big storm, we're all working to undo the damage that was done. Uh, Dick, I've got a telegram I want you to send out right now. Well, now I'll get to it as quickly as I can, Mr. Bailey. You'll do it now. I almost forgot my wife's birthday, and I have to order a present by wire. We'll be here in time. Don't say. Well, I doubt if I can send a telegram of that nature before tomorrow afternoon or evening. You what? Big storm, you know. What, did people hurt? And so much damage done, I've been given orders not to send anything but emergency messages. This is an emergency. My wife's birthday is day after tomorrow. Company ain't met, Mrs. Bailey. They won't see it in that light. Company? The two-bit organization you work for isn't a company. Well, you got one loop of wire. And that loop of wire connects this territory with outside, including the big telegraph company. I'm not here to argue. I'm here to tell you to send this telegram. Do it as quick as I can. Now, within the hour. Sorry? I've got more orders. I believe in them, and I'm following them. I'm a big man, Harris. I hold considerable... Oh, Mr. Bailey, if you was a big man, you wouldn't ask that injured people wait for attention. Just so your wife could get her birthday present on time. I'm asking once more, Harris, are you going to send this message now? Mr. Bailey, I'm going to take care of important things first and send your wire the first minute after, but not before. This is all the riders we can spare, Mac. I got a special job for them. The rest are looking after the stock that got cut off by the storm. Reckon these boys can do any job you got from them. I want the Paradise Valley Telegraph Company put out of business. Their lines run across my ranch. Cut them, then keep the repairman off. Keep everybody off. Cutting those lines is a violation of the law, ain't it? As far as anybody will know, the lines were weakened by a storm, and the gust of wind finished the job. I'm not questioning your authority, Mr. Bailey, but ain't the company got a right to go on the land? If you're worrying about whether I have the right to keep repairman off my land, forget it. Okay. Just between us, Dick Harris is trying to push me around. Ordinarily, the company would stand by him. He's been with him 20 years, but the valley needs the Telegraph right now, and I'm sure if we use a little pressure, the company will see things my way. I don't like being pushed around. I won't take it, ever, especially from an underling like Dick Harris. Dick Harris, that is, post in the Telegraph office, is the one link that connects Paradise Valley with the outside world. His messages and his messages alone can bring help. He's been on the job for 48 sleepless hours. His eyes burn, his body is heavy, stiff, but he doggedly continues sending and receiving messages that will aid his... Wait. The Telegraph line has gone dead. Dick tries again. There's no sound. Paradise Valley is cut off from the outside world. The door behind Dick opens. A visitor has come in. Dick turns around. He recognizes his visitor. Dick, I wish you'd send a wire to Earlville. If they can put 20 teams to work, I think we can clear Indian Head Pass. The line's dead, Roy. I just came from there, and it's not as bad as the other roads. The line's dead, Roy. What? I can't get a message through. You mean a wire's down somewhere? Yeah, that's it. Which direction, can you tell? Sure, I can tell that it may be miles from here. Somewhere in the mountains where the storm has got through it. Just tell me which direction, that's all. I'll follow the line until I find the break. Whether it's one mile or 50, that wire's worth more to us right now than any amount of money. Get up to the peak, Jonah. We can see the line in both directions for a long way from there. Easy, tidy. We saved a couple of miles by riding up here. Whether we see a break or not. Yeah, I hope we find it quick the way I feel. I know, Jonah, you suffered a big loss in the storm. Oh, never be the same again. Hey, I think I see the break. Convolution. Just below us on that belly's range. Come on, we'll head down that way. Maybe luck's with us this time. Mr. Bailey says nobody comes on his land, Rogers. And when he says nobody, we take it to mean just that. Your name's McCormick, isn't it? Yeah, that's right. Maddie McCormick. Bailey's Foreman. Yeah, personal. I'd never guessed you was your foreman. Hold it, Jonah. Looks more like a fellow who's run for state senator price and got beat both times. McCormick, the valley telegraph company line is down. We think we spotted the break on this ranch. I guess you know how much folks need that. There's no use hogging with us, Rogers. You're not getting through. We've got Bailey's orders. All right. You can stop us legally, but I'd hope we'd fix the line ourselves and save a couple of hours. We can't. All we can do is ride back and get the telegraph company to send out a man to take care of things. You won't be able to stop him. The company has a legal right to... Stand one and see. Come on, Jonah. We're wasting time. Let's go. Hey, Dale. Gordon Webber hasn't come in, has he? Hi, Roy. Jonah. Howdy. No, I haven't seen him all day. We'll have to wait, then. Say, did you find the break in the telegraph line? Yeah. Dick told me all about it. It's on it's Bailey's ranch. We're to escort Gordon out and make sure there's no trouble about fixing it. Jonah doesn't look as though he's in a mood to handle much of anything. You notice it, too, hmm? You know, a tragedy has come into Jonah's life, Dale. Yeah. All humped over like a hairpin. What's the matter? Well, Dale, you know I'm writing a book on the people I met and the experiences I had with them. Yeah, I know you've been talking about writing it. Yeah, well, I started. Got five pages done. Oh, five pages of literature. Now, I tell you, Dale, they would have made a long-fellow lay down his quill and get an honest job. Good, huh? Well, it was just Shakespeare. It bit me. Now, I'm just glad to hear it, Jonah. Five pages. Small writing, too. Real cramped. Yeah, well. Well, what's the matter? Well, I had my window open the night of the big wind. Oh, no. Yeah, yeah, ain't seen him since. You remember what they were about, though, don't you? Well, sure, but I'll never get the word strung out like I had him. Shakespeare never bites twice in the same place. The garden's just riding up, Jonah. Let's save time. See you later, Dale. All right. Keep your chin up, Jonah. Say, if you see the sheriff, send him out to the Bailey Ranch, will you? Just in case there should be trouble. You bet. Stay on your horse, Gordon. We're riding right now. Folks need help. We can't get it without the telegraph. Well, besides, you can't stop us. I showed you papers, proven. I worked for the telegraph company. Poor cat. Probably can't read my book. The company has a right to maintain its lines. That's in Bailey's deed. No wonder so many authors die poor. People can't read. Bailey says nobody crosses his boundary and nobody does. Tell one of your writers to bring Bailey here. Mr. Bailey, don't want to be disturbed right now. We're not going to let people suffer because one man is stubborn. We'll have to cross the line without permission. I'm with you, Roy. Now you're talking. I wouldn't if I were you, Rogers. Come back. We won't draw first, but if somebody draws, we'll shoot first. Come on, Trigger. Oh, here's Dale and old Tin Star, Roy. Whoa, whoa, whoa, Trigger. The cause is lost now for sure. Old Tin Star showed up. Just a minute here. What's going on? Well, I thought I'd better come out, Roy. The crew at the lunchroom can handle things there. OK. Roy, you're not thinking of entering Bailey's ranch. I'm going to do more than think about it, Chef. Sorry, but if you try to cross, I'll have to stop you. Gordon, I guess you'll have to go alone. Nobody goes. Bailey claims that Dee doesn't give the telegraph company permission to cross his land. He got an injunction forbidden there. Yeah, the case has to be tried in court now, Roy. With people hurting, damage done, that'll take months. The law is the law. Yeah, there's more to this than we know, Roy. Bailey tried to get the company to fire Dick Harris. And when they wouldn't, he had his lawyer ask for the injunction. Yeah. Jonah, Gordon, looks as though Bailey is beating us. Hey, look, King Star, why couldn't you bust your leg or something on the way here? And we wouldn't have known about the injunction until too late. Button your lip, generals, boy. I got something to say to you later. Serious. Hey, Roy, are you coming? Yeah, we'll leave. The fat line will be repaired by morning. Injunction or no injunction. You can count on that. Well, I'll leave you folks here. OK, Sheriff. We're stopping in at the cafe. I have to go on down to the office. I guess you know it's my job to see that court orders are enforced and the court gave them that injunction. There are times, though, when I think the law is wrong. Well, we understand that, Sheriff. Good luck on getting that line repaired. Thanks. I'll be looking for you later, author. Yes. Well, knowing you, I bet a dollar you don't find me. Let's go inside, Gordon. You got an idea how we can get to that line, Roy? Yeah, I have. We'll talk about it in here. There mustn't be any more delay than we can help. Howdy. Oh. Howdy. Folks know me, don't you, Pat Sullivan? Ed Bailey's nephew. We know you, Pat. Stop by to let you know I don't hold with my uncle as far as that broken line is concerned. Well, now, that's pretty nice, Pat. And anything I can do to help fix it, well, you just let me know. I don't think you'd better stick your neck out that far, Pat. Your uncle thinks too much of you. Well, he ought to think still more of me if he knows I have a mind of my own. How long has this been going on? A real soldier in the same family with a pole cat. Stick with us, Pat. We want to save all the trouble we can, so we're waiting until sundown. After sundown, we're crossing Bailey's land to fix that line. As the gray shadows of twilight are overcome by the blackness of night, Roy, Dale, and Jonah cross the boundaries of Ed Bailey's land. Noah and Pat Sullivan are with them. They go by a direct route to the broken line prepared to do the job quickly. Give me your alignment, Spikes Gordon. I'll go up the pole. You stay below and tell me how the job should be done. I got the spikes and belt on already, Roy. I'll go up myself. Steel-climbing Spikes give off a bruising sound as they dig into the wood of the telegraph pole. Gordon climbs swiftly, carrying one end of the broken line with him. As the others watch, he begins splicing the wire. Then... Roy, a shot! 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The best thing that's happened to Corn since the Indians discovered it. Keep good calm in place. Post-Toasties. Keep good calm in place. A shot cuts through the darkness. The land man of the telegraph pole yells in pain. Roy realizes that Bailey must have stationed some of his riders to guard the broken line and that this shot will certainly be heard by the others guarding the boundaries to the ranch. Hey, I've seen where that shot comes from, Roy. Who did I? We all did, I think. Jonah, can you go get that alhoot while I go up and get garden? Well, I'd rather you go get him. Let me climb the pole, Roy. All right. We'll up the opposite side, though. So you'll have the pole for protection from any bullets. Yeah, think of a horsesham to do things like this. Dale, take cover. Why flat on the ground? I'm going after Bailey's man, and there may be more shooting. I'm with you, Roy. No, you take cover, too. I'll call if I need help. Roy starts ahead. Immediately, a shot is fired in his direction. He drops to the ground, realizing that the gunman is watching their every move. He starts ahead once more, causing another shot nearer this time. Roy draws his own gun, fires, and sees something move and fires again. Just ahead, a man runs for cover. Roy's shots have come close. The gunman is trying to get to a place of protection. Roy leaps ahead after him. The gunman lunges desperately, and Roy throws himself forward. He whirls the gunman about, throws a hard punch to his head. The gunman stacks. Roy hits him again, then again, and the gunman goes to his knees. Have you learned not to shoot at a helpless man yet? Or do you want some more? I've had enough, Rogers. I've had enough. There's men on horseback coming this way, Roy. It may be my uncle's men. What are you doing with these people, Pat? I'm with them all the way, man. Yeah, you chose the wrong side. That's your uncle and the rest of the boys coming. They heard the shots. They'll take care of you and them. Start moving, Mac. Step back to where the line's down. There's two men on that pole who have to be taken care of. There you are, Pat. Keep out of sight. Yeah, but our guns will be ready. Man, they're shooting at me in here someplace. That's right. Pat, mind him a call, Mac. Stand quiet, Mac. We're only stationin' him here for the night. There's an answer. That means he's in trouble. Don't move, Mac. Couple of you fellas scout around. Be careful. See if you... Hey, how about that pole? Two men. They're gonna show up in Gordon here. Maybe I can do something. My uncle's in... Forget those two men, Fred. We've got guns over here. Wait a minute. That sounded like Roy Rogers. That's exactly who it is. Don't shoot! Whatever you do, Fred, don't shoot. Rogers has a gun in my back. Mac's telling the truth. We're holding him here until the two men on the telegraph pole get down safe. One move against them and I'll pull a trigger. Hey, you bluffing Rogers. Try something and see. All right, Jonah, bring Gordon on down. I don't believe anybody will try to interfere. You betcha, Roy. May it take us a couple of minutes, but we'll get there. Men peer through the darkness at the shadowy figures on the telegraph pole. Evil men like Fred Apt and the other Bailey riders. A few feet away, Roy holds a gun on Matty McCormick. Dale and Pat Sullivan stand ready for action. Slowly, very slowly and painfully. Jonah struggles to lower the wounded line man. Hey, better tell him to hurry, Rogers. I can't hold my men in check very long. You'd better, Fred. If you want your men to live. An almost impossible job lowering a wounded man, Jonah must depend upon the safety belt and his own strength. Roy and Dale are tense. Afraid the two men may fall. Afraid the darkness may cover some sudden action by the outlaw riders. Roy, would it be all right if I go over and see what I can do to help Jonah with Gordon when they get down? Good idea. Go ahead. I'll go with you, Dale. Jonah is nearing the ground as Dale and Pat approach. They take the wounded man in their arms. Jonah drops the last few feet to the ground. All right, Roy. All right, we're down. Who had that down, Rogers? I'm still running this show. Dale, get Trigger, will you? Sure, Roy. Take him over there and put Gordon on his back. We'll have to trust Trigger to take him to town and hope that somebody there will get a doctor. Well, I'll be glad to ride him in, Roy. I'm afraid I can't spare you, Jonah. We've still got this bunch to look after. And I just thought I'd let the dock look at the inside of my knees while I was there. I got skinless knees now, you know. That pole ain't been sanded. Hey, look, Rogers, how about me? Those hombres are off the pole. You said when they got down I'd be all... Just stay right where you are, Mac. I'll tell you when you can move. Pat and I have Gordon ready, Roy. Okay. Trigger, fella. Head for town. Get going, boy. Go on, fella. Okay, Rogers. What about us now? Why don't we get off? You don't for a while. I'm holding you there until Trigger has a good start. And then? Then I'll turn you over to my partners while I climb up and fix that line. Because the line is going to be fixed before we leave here. Roy, isn't that someone else coming this way? Sure sounds like it. Roy, that rider, it's my uncle, I think. Sure it is. Ed Bailey himself. I'm afraid you'll have to stay right here for a little while longer, Mac. We may be in for a little fun. What's going on, Fred? The fellows were to report back after he investigated the shooting. We're in trouble, Mr. Bailey. Where's my foreman? Mac's here, Bailey, with us. Rogers. Just take it easy and nobody will be hurt. Do what Rogers says, Mr. Bailey. He's got me at the point of a trespassing. Wait, Mr. Bailey, don't do that. Be careful now. And I've got a legal right to protect my property. Roy! Yeah, it's Pat. Bailey, you've hit your nephew. It isn't true. Pat wouldn't side with you people. I'll kill you for this. Stand where you are. Pat is here by his own choice. Get Rogers! It was your shot that hit him, but we'll take care of him. Get Rogers! Pat needs attention, Bailey. If you're too young to do it, I'll take him myself. Bailey, you're delaying things. I'm not afraid of him or his guns. Come on, get Rogers! Bailey, unmindful of Roy's guns, forgetting he has guns with his own charges. A man gone bad by shock and grief. His writers follow hypnotized by the fury of their leader. As Bailey's horse comes up, Roy throws Mack aside to save his life, steps out of the way and pulls Bailey to the ground. Dale and Jonah close in as Bailey's men dismount. This is to be a battle of many against a few. Dale, get Pat out of the way. Dale ducks through horses to drag the wounded man from the danger zone. Bailey and his men have forgotten everything, saved their overwhelming desire to take Roy. And with Jonah at his side, Roy stands firm, giving two blows for each one he takes. There's no chance for strategy. I can't pull, can't take another. There's plenty more. Guns are used as clubs, but time after time, Roy's best driver telling blows it caused men to go down. Now only Bailey is left, Roy and Bailey. It's your time, Rogers! You're gonna get it! A roaring animal and animal gone mad. Bailey lunges at Roy. A hulking body towering over Roy. His club-like arms swinging. Roy clutches low. He springs. His fists drive into Bailey's stomach. Bailey falls back. Roy after him, swinging fast, hard. One, two, Bailey staggers. Roy awaits poise. Bailey goes down. He's through. The fight is finished. Good work, Dale. Jonah, let's gather him up and take him to town. We'll fix that line first. Yeah, I know. The line's fixed, Roy. I fixed it when I was up to pull with Gordon. Great, Jonah. We'll take him in and see whether we go to jail for trespassing or they go for trying to kill him. Hey, right now's a good time for you to make a big discovery. Yes, sir, just dig into a package of wonderful new post-sugar crisp and discover what a perfect snack it is while you're listening to Roy and his adventures. You bet. You'll love post-sugar crisp right out of the package. It's that good. And you'll have fun eating it all day long. Why, that delicious sugar and honey-coated puffed wheat was just made for round-the-clock nibbling. And say, post-sugar crisp makes breakfast mighty special, too. Pour on the milk or cream, no sugar needed, and just taste its candy-coated goodness. You'll be sure then you've never tasted a cereal like post-sugar crisp. If you don't happen to have any on hand now, be sure to get it tomorrow. Look for it in the giant or regular size red, white, and blue package with the three little bears on the front. As a cereal, it's dandy. For snacks, it's so handy. Or eat it like candy. That's post-sugar crisp. Bailey's in pretty bad shape. He should be. The shape he's in is his own doing. His nephew meant more to him than his land, money, or anything else. And then to have shot the boy. I don't know what may happen to him if Pat dies. You mean as far as he himself is concerned? His mind. From the standpoint of the law, both he and Mack will probably go on trial for attempted murder. It's a bad business. And from what Bailey said on the way here, the whole thing started just because he wanted Dick Harris fired. That's it. Bailey's always had his own way, running over people. He must have known as well as anybody else that the telegraph company has a right to service their line. Of course he did. How's Pat, Jonah? Did you find out? Yeah, yeah, it's the bullets out. And Gordon's fixed up, too. But the doc is mad enough to tear up his diploma. The doc is? Yeah, says people are plum ungrateful to go shooting each other when he's so busy taking care of storm victims. Jonah. Oh, howdy, teen star. I understand you are an author. And that you're writing a book about the people you've met and the experiences you've had with him. Is that right? Well, chair, if your words is all right, it sounds like a war song. Is that right? Answer me. Well, what do you want to know first? Because I found five pages of scribbling out in the street. Oh, good. Jonah's been worried about those, chair. Well, teen star, I will give you a reward. Just a minute. Let me quote. This pole cat was known as Missing Matthew to some, because his shots always went wild. Others know him as Megaphone Matthew, which was such that all the birds left the country every time he opened his big mouth. Yeah, yeah, I say yeah. Good, ain't it? But he was famous for one thing. Yellen stopped in the name of the law while galloping away from the man he was chasing. Real famous. Oh, I think you're in trouble, Jonah. No doubt you believe anyone who knew this gentleman will be able to identify him by your description. Well, I shock, yes. I say, yes. The kind of writing I do is explaining. All right. You're going to jail. All right. All right, Bill. I'll take this to the Supreme Court if necessary. I'll prove no burden the world ever left the country because of my voice. Hold on now. I defy anyone to name a single instance. Where are you? Whoa, whoa, now, whoa, whoa. Now, wait a minute, sir. Why, you rattle-brain band. See, whatever made you think you was important enough to be put in a book. What? Well, your mission, Matthew, was an old army buddy of mine, a member of the military police. Well, now, well, well. It looks as though he's got you, Sheriff. It sure does. Of course, if the shoe fits, put it on. Now, wait a minute. Put it on and wear it. You're wrong. This description doesn't fit me at all. Nothing like me. Come to think of it, maybe you would make a good character for me to write about it. Don't you dare if you as much as mention mine. Sheriff, now, take it easy. We're going to have to have a new rule around here. From now on, Jonah's to let me read every chapter he writes, and then we'll lock the pages up in the safe. It might be a good idea to keep him so busy he doesn't have time to write, Roy. Oh, no, you can't do that. Nobody listens when I talk. I have to. Oh, we won't do that. I don't want anyone to ever say I prevented a talent from being developed. And Jonah does have a great talent. Don't you, Jonah? Oh, Sky Bowl paint was the devil's saint and his eyes were a fiery ray. Good men have tried his horse to ride and all of them are dead. Now I won't brag, but I rode this nightly flood begin the boil. Then I hit the ground and ate three pound of good old Western soil. I swore by a heck I'd break his neck and I jumped to give him a pride. I threw manuse on that old coyose and once more took a ride. He turned around and soon I found his head where his tail should be. So he says as I perhaps he's shy or he just don't care for me. In town one day a chance to stray upon old Sheriff Jim with a hoop and a holler and a counterfeit dollar I sold that nag to him. But when he plants the seed of his pants in Sky Bowl's leather chair I'll bet four bits when Sky Bowl quits old Jim will not be there. That's all for now, folks. This is Roy Rogers saying to all of you from all of us goodbye, good luck and may the good Lord take a liking to you. See you next week. Music by Milton Charles Featured in today's cast were Frank Hemingway, Herb Butterfield, Don Harvey, Charles Seal, Bill Green and Tim Graham. This is Art Ballinger speaking for P-O-S-T Post Serials. Thank you.