 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 round up. Time on the double-R bar, so saddle your horse. The double-R bar ranch transcribes stories and songs of the real West with the whipperwills, the wisest trail scout of them all, Jonah Wilde, played by Forrest Lewis, the queen of the West's Dayelevens, and in person, the king of the cowboys, Roy Rogers. Well, howdy, folks. This is Roy Rogers. Buckaroos, I'm real particular about what I recommend, because I know the fella who lends his name to just any old thing soon loses his friends. But I'm telling you this, you can count on anything bearing the brand-name P.O.S.T. because P.O.S.T. serials are good. So get your mom to put some on the shelf and try them, won't you? Well, sir, we're about rid of Don Wallace who runs that hangout for criminals in Mineral City. He's wanted on a serious charge up north, and the authorities are sending a man down to get him. He should be on the trail here right now. Look how better that mountain trail. Hey, he must have lost his mind driving at such a speed. Yeah, you ought to know better than to drive a car on a narrow trail like that. If he takes one curb too fast, Donny goes 100 feet. Hey, Fred, he's gone over the edge. Well, let's get on to Don Wallace's place before the law gets us. Wait a minute, Fred. Bank messengers, cattle buyers, people carrying big rolls of money use the mountain trails a lot. Might pay us to ride over and see if that humbly was carrying anything we can use. I guess we wasted our time, Abruce. Maybe not. That paper important? It's a warrant for the arrest of Don Wallace. For Don Wallace, we know the one in Mineral City. Yeah, this somebody hears a law officer. He was on his way to get Wallace and take him back up north for trial. Must be Wallace is under arrest in Mineral City, then. We better keep away from there. He can't protect us if he's in bad with the law himself. Yeah, no, hold everything, Fred. With this badge and these papers, we might be able to do Wallace a favor and ourselves too. Yeah. There's no reason why I can't be this guy and pick up Wallace myself. That's risky. It's worth a risk. You wait here while I make the try. I think this is what we wanted for a long time. I don't mind telling you we'll be glad to get rid of this man, Wallace. Well, we're just as glad to get our hands on him, Sheriff. We've been looking for him for a long time. Yeah. Want to sign this, Peaver? Well, what? The receipt for the prisoner. Oh, yeah, yeah, sure. Better start back with him as soon as I can. I know you won't mind that, will you? All right, pull up your horse, Wallace. What's the idea? Pull up your horse, I said, on whole, boy. You're the law and not, if you're not. Get off your horse. Sure. Fred. You can't take as long as I thought it would. Now, Wallace, my name is Bruce. Leslie Combs, Bruce III. Bruce? What you say? This is Fred Papert. Fred, but I got word about you, boys. I was to hide you out for six months. So instead, we're hiding you out. You're free, Wallace. We're not the law at all. We pulled a fast one on the law. Boy, he's not the law. This is the greatest thing that ever happened. I was to do you a favor. Yeah, maybe you can still do us a favor, Wallace. How? We'd like to make a deal. How can I turn you down? Well, now, you're free, but you can't go back to Mineral City. I can't even stay in Paradise Valley. Well, suppose Fred and I was to take over your place and run it. Why you? Nobody's going to bother us there. Nobody knows us. We could run it and send you a share of the profits. You won't be doing any of the work, Wallace, or taking any of the risks. And you got your freedom. That sounds fair enough. Well, let's shake on it then. Now, you take another name and let us know where you are so we can send you your cut. Address us at your place. Paradise Valley breeds a sigh of relief now that Don Wallace is gone. But two men, Fred Pappert and Leslie Bruce, move in and produce a bill of sale to show that Don Wallace's place is theirs. No one disputes them. And the place continues to be a hangout for criminals. Fred Pappert and Leslie Bruce do, however, make one mistake. They move into the Eureka Hotel, Dale's Hotel, and attempt to conduct part of their business from there. What's this about you having trouble, Dale? Now, Dale, this ain't something that'll take long, is it? I'm pretty busy today. Jonah has to get his saber sharpened and his metals polished, Dale. An old girlfriend is going to call on him. Honest? Now, Roy Rogers, you're a bare and false witness. You're just a sense... But why does he have to sharpen his saber? Is he going to skin her? Probably. Yeah, no, no, no, just a second here. Gloria ain't an old girlfriend of mine at all. Gloria? Yeah, Gloria H. Hanrahan. Galpin Glory, we call her. And at one time, she was General Thomas Kenneth Rose Sweetheart. Oh, I tell you, she was a pretty little thing. Blonde as a white-legged bullet and dandy as a hummingbird. Well, why is she coming to see you, Jonah? Well, next Thursday's Thanksgiving. I say next Thursday's Thanksgiving, Dale. And every year, I make a practice of cooking up a turkey and sending it to my old general. Sort of sentimental, you know. Oh, nice. This year, I heard Gloria was in the neighborhood, so I thought it'd be appropriate to have her deliver it. You're all right, Jonah. Oh, my goodness. They used to have great times together. Somebody from the regiment would kill a buffalo for food, you know, and them two would just sit down together on a log, him so brave, and her so dandy, and say, her so dandy. And they'd eat their supper there. The general always having a steak and Gloria a whole hind leg. Of a buffalo? Yeah, she had quite an appetite. That's why we called her Galpin Gloria. And then after supper, they'd go out. What was it you wanted to see us about? Oh, boy, damn it was the time. Well, it probably isn't very important, Roy, but those two men who took over Don Wallace's joint moved in here. Oh, and ever since, there seems to be owl hoots all over this place. Fred Pappert and Les Bruce, you mean? Why don't you just tell them to break camp and get out? Well, I did. And they just laughed at me. Laughed at you, huh? Well, we can attend to that right now. Howdy, Sheriff. Howdy, Dale. My deputy around anywhere. Howdy, Roy. Hi, Sheriff. Howdy, Teen Star. No, I haven't seen him, Sheriff. If he comes in and tell him I'm riding the trail between here and Squaw Creek. Roy, if you and Jonah aren't busy, I'd like to have you come along. What's up, Sheriff? Don Wallace and the officer who came from never got back to Placer Gulch. What? How could that be? They disappeared. Nobody's heard from either of them since they left. I'm to cover the trail between here and Squaw Creek. Well, if you'll wait one minute, I'll go with you, Sheriff. There's a little job upstairs that needs to be done, but it won't take long. Well, I better go along, Roy. You wait here, Jonah. This is something I want to do myself. Hello, sir. Open up and find out. All right. I'm not used to taking it. You, Les Bruce, or Fred Papert? Who wants to know? Rogers is my name. Roy Rogers, I suppose. That's right. Where's your partner? I want to talk to you. Get outside. Nobody told you you could come in here. Do you need some help, Bruce? Well, there won't be any trouble unless you start it. All I came up for was to tell you that Miss Evans needs this room for other guests. We like it here, Rogers, and we intend to stay. What are you going to do about it? Well, I'm going to help you pack right now. That's what you think you're up to! Fred lunges, catching Roy on the jaw. Roy staggers, and as he does so, Bruce comes forward, swinging over the right and the left. Roy has his back against the wall and takes several more blows before he sees open. Then Roy delivers a straight left that catches Fred's square on the mouth. Fred goes down. Roy wields, he goes after Bruce. His fist coming, driving, pounding. Bruce is staggering. Bruce it down. Now get yourself together. Get all your stuff together and check out. You won't have time to pack. Just throw your clothes over your arm and carry them out that way. You've got to give us a chance to pack, Rogers. We don't even know where we're going. Take your things across the street to that place you're operating over there. You can... Hey, wait a minute. What do you want? What's that sticking to the shirt you just picked up? Looks like a lawman's badge. Roy steps toward Fred to take the shirt. Fred, don't let him get his hands on that shirt! Fred hesitates. He looks about wildly. Roy is between him and the door. There's only one possible means of escape. The window. He jumps through to the street below. Bruce follows. Hold it! Stop where you are! Roy draws his gun, shoots over their heads, hoping to stop them. But two men don't hesitate. They head straight for Don Wallace's place. Their own place now, where they know they have friends who will protect them. Roy races down the stairs to the lobby. Come on, Sheriff. Jonah. Over to Don Wallace's old place. What's the matter, Roy? I'm right with you, Roy. What was all the shooting for? They've got a lawman's badge. And a man who controls Al Hoot from where a lawman badges is too dangerous to be running loose. I'm sure lots and lots of you folks are already enjoying new crinkles often for breakfast. Because that unique sugar-coated flavor makes crinkles the one really different rice cereal. Candy-kissed rice. It's twice as nice. But say, how about crinkles whenever you're hungry, after work or play, anytime? Crinkles are one swell snack. As Roy Rogers' old pal Jonah often says... Crinkles? Always keep a box handy, right in the saddle bag. Never know when I'll want a handful of crinkles. Or do I? Sure. Right now. Candy-kissed rice. It's twice as nice. I say, candy-kissed rice is twice as nice. Yes, for breakfast and snacks. The whole family will have a circus eating crinkles. The new rice cereal that's sugar-coated. So don't be caught short. Get several boxes of new crinkles tomorrow. Look for the red, white, and blue package with the crinkles clown right on the front. Okay? Don Wallace was delivered to a man identifying himself as a law officer from another state. Nothing more was seen of either the officer or Wallace. About this same time, two men took over Wallace's old place of business and moved into the Eureka Hotel. They refused to leave when Dale asked them to do so. Roy went to their room, saw a lawman's badge on one of their shirts. The two men, knowing that the stolen badge would be identified if Roy got his hands on it, leaped from the window and raced across the street toward Don Wallace's place. Roy, Jonah, and the sheriff are after them. Jonah, sheriff? Yeah, right with you, Roy. This is my fight. Stay behind me. Stay behind you? What do you think I am, a colonel? All right, Bruce, where are you? Come on, Pepper, show yourself. Is that the sheriff with you, Rogers? That there sounds like a peace field, Roy. It's the sheriff! And I'm with Rogers all the way. I'm glad you're here, sheriff, but save us going out to look for you. We want Rogers locked up for assault and battery and for attempted murder. I've seen you somewhere before. Of course you have, right here in Mineral City. Fred Pappet and I dickered with Don Wallace two months before we took over this place. Now, come on, get this man out of here. We're preferring charges against him. I'll have to do it, Roy. Yes, you will. Now, listen, you tin-starred lawman. You try to take Roy Rogers to jail, you'll feel the cut of my sabers. Stand out of the way, generous boy. I'll charge you down. I say I'll charge you down. Lay your dirty fist on Roy and I'll ride right on over you. Well, that's enough, Jonah. Let's not put the sheriff in an embarrassing position. Come on, sheriff, I'm ready. All right, Roy. So nobody can beat you, huh, Rogers? You always come out on top. Well, maybe you got that reputation because you never happened to meet up with us before. But you've met up with us now. Oh, poo. I say poo, poo, poo. The sheriff leads Roy away, takes him to the sheriff's office just as he would anyone else. Roy is to be charged with attempted murder, assault, and battering. Jonah follows and a moment later, Dale joins them. What is it, Roy? What happened? He's gone and arrested Roy. Oh, sheriff, you didn't. Don't worry about it, Dale. Bruce made the complaint, I have to prefer charges, but there's nothing that says I have to be in any hurry about it. Oh, Dad, you had it mad. I could spit butter beans. Well, Roy, why did you make so much fuss about a lawman's badge? What? Lawman's badge? Well, they've got one. And they jumped out the window to keep me from getting it. But why make such a fuss about it? Those alhoots aren't entitled to a badge, Dale. So it must be stolen. And if they stole it, they must be using it unlawfully. Yeah, Roy, we ain't through yet. I'll keep fighting whether you're free or not. I'll fight everybody, even including old Shuck Brain here. No, Jonah. Oh, what about your lady caller, though? Huh? Oh, Galton Glory. And she won't mind waiting for me. Besides, I waited two whole days for her once when General Rowe was supposed to go off on an inspection tour and didn't. Roy, I'll get the badge away from them, too, even if Glory and the general both are mad at me. Well, thanks, Jonah. But I'm afraid there's not much use going back to the hotel. They pulled this trick so they'd have time to get rid of the badge. And their trick worked. We'll just have to wait. Roy is right. He's guessed exactly what is in the minds of the two outlaws. Even at this minute, they're meeting in the back room of Don Wallace's place, making important decisions. We should never have kept the badge, Bruce, or the papers, either. I know we shouldn't, but I thought they might come in handy again sometime. Those hombres will be back. From what I hear about Rogers, he never gives up. We'll get rid of the badge and the papers tonight. We'll take them out and put them with the guy who had them before we did. The lawman who was killed, sure. Boy, that'll clear us, too, in case anybody ever finds him. Well, stick the badge and the papers here in the safe till after we're closed tonight. We'll come back when everybody in town is asleep, about midnight, say. We'll get rid of them then. A few hours later, Roy is free on bail. He and Jonah are in the hotel lobby with Dale making plans for their next move. Yeah, where'd that lapdog hound called Sheriff go? The sheriff is riding toward Squaw City, looking for the trail of Don Wallace and the lawman who disappeared with him. Yeah, just used that as an excuse because he thought I was going home to get my saber. Tell you the truth, I'm kind of glad he's gone. Oh, afraid I'd slash him to pieces, huh? No, but I figure on looking for that badge and he might not like the way I go about it. Won't Fred Pappert and Les Bruce have thrown it away by now, Roy? Maybe not. They've probably hidden it in Don Wallace's place somewhere. The badge can be useful to outlaws. Yeah, but it'll be pretty hard to get at it there. The place always has a lot of men hanging around. Well, not after midnight. Roy, you're not going to break in, are you? Oh, Roy, that's burglary. You're playing right into that old shucked brain sheriff's hand. Are you afraid, Jonah? No, only for you, Roy. I just don't want nothing to happen to you. Not for my own sake, neither, but for the sake of all the folks that need you and the folks who look up to you. Well, thanks, Jonah. Roy, I don't believe you've ever had a nicer compliment. We'll get this job done and safely, too. What if we do have to take a chance? It's worth a chance to make a wrong right. The darkness of midnight settles over Paradise Valley. Two men on horseback come through the alley behind the old Wallace place. Both are alert and watchful. When they arrive at the back door, they stop, get off their horses. They are Roy Rogers and Jonah Wilde. The neighborhood is awesomely quiet. They walk to the door, stand for a moment to reassure themselves. We're all right, Jonah. Yeah, I hope Dale's out front like he's supposed to be ready to whistle if anybody comes up. She is. Let's force this door. Roy has a small steel bar in his hand. He inserts it between the door and the jam beside the lock. He pries. The door opens. Come on, Jonah. Better shut the door, though, in case somebody comes through the alley. Yeah, you know, I used to do lots of this kind of work when I was a scout for the Army and after the Indians. Hmm, Indians. Indians didn't have no squeaking hinges on their doors, though. The safe. We'll look there first. It's the most likely place. Here we are. I'll see if I can work the lock on the safe. Uh-huh. It kind of makes your goose bumps go up and down my spine on the inside, that is. Well, just think about that turkey you're going to send to General Kenneth Rowe. Hey, listen. Outside at the front of the building, Dale whistles the warning signal to Roy and Jonah. As she does so, the front door is opening and a man is entering. No, two men. Fred Papert and Les Bruce. Roy and Jonah get back out of sight. Let's make this fast, Fred. It won't take long. Yeah, this won't, maybe. We still got plenty more to do before the sun comes up. You remember the combination of the safe without looking it up? Sure, sure. Let's go to work then. Roy and Jonah crouch to the shadows, listen and watch, without moving a muscle while the two outlaws turn the knob that will unlock the safe. They could spring the outlaws now, beat them here in the dark, but Roy has a bigger purpose in view. The door to the safe opens. Well, let's see. Here's the papers. How about the badge? Yeah, I'm looking for it. Yeah, here it is. Good. In just a minute, we'll get this closed. Now, let's go. Once this is done, I'll have a big load off my mind. Yeah, we got the right place to put them in, huh? Nobody will ever blame us in case the guy is bald. Come on, Roy. Come on. Go ahead, Jonah. Let them get on past Dale before we move. Then we'll follow and find out where they got that badge in their first place and what they're using it for. 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Look and see what direction they take and ride for the sheriff's house. See if he's home yet. All right, Roy. Tell him to trail us. His authority may come in handy before this night's over. Roy and Jonah follow some distance behind the two outlaws, careful always to keep out of sight and out of sound. The moon is in the last quarter, and sometimes they have trouble keeping on the trail. But eventually, Bruce and Papert lead them to the cliff directly below High Point Ridge. Easy trigger. Quiet there, fella. Hey, Roy, can you see the renegades now? Yeah, they're digging. Yeah, they come a mighty long way just to dig a hole and bury a badge. If that's what they're doing, then I wish they'd hustle. See, I wish they'd hustle. During the year quarter after one, Gulp and Glory used to call it the ranch to see me. It's 7.30. I know. Of course, it'll probably be all right. She was always a great one for setting. She was, eh? Yeah. Used to sit on a log with the general and look up into his face for hours. And the general would be gazing off towards the horizon with his hands stuck in his shirt. Yeah, Roy, he was a great one for gazing off toward the sunset, the general was. Never moving for a long stretch. Hey, did you see that? Yeah, I saw it, Jonah. He threw the badge and some papers into the hole. Now's the time we make our move. Roy and Jonah leap toward the two outdoors. Ah! Get out of there, friends! Bruce and Kaepert have paralyzed with fear for a moment. Then Bruce recovers. Roy and Jonah are upon them now. Roy swings at Bruce. Jonah takes on Fred Kaepert. The battle is wild, hard, vicious. Both Bruce and Kaepert are fighting for their lives, for their freedom. Bruce is down. Now Roy's moved over to help Jonah. And he gets out of there. Jonah swings hard. Kaepert goes up into the air, then crashes down. Yeah! Did you get him, Roy? Oh, did we get him? Hey, they not only bit to us, they got a whole mile full. Sheriff, I think your search for the missing law officer is over. He seems to have been buried here. Bruce and Kaepert killed him, eh? No, no, we didn't kill anybody. Where's John Wallace? Did you kill him, too? Say, you'll have to excuse me, Roy, but I've got to get out of here. Now go ahead, Jonah. That's it, Sheriff. They killed him, and they moved in on his place of business. We'll tell you where Wallace went. He's in Bear City. We got his address. We didn't kill nobody, not even this lawman. An examination will tell us whether you did or not. Let's get the cuffs on and take him back to town, Roy. Sheriff, maybe you'd better take him. Dale and I have a little more spying we want to do tonight. Whoa, whoa, whoa, trigger. Whoa, easy buttermilk. Wait a minute, Roy. What's the matter? Jonah, look at him. Yeah, it looks like he must have lost his best friend. Jonah? Is there anything wrong with him? Is there anything wrong? Well, what's the trouble, fella? You know, that gulping glory was here and left. Well, she'll be back when you explain what happened. Sure. Well, I ain't explaining nothing to that woman. Just looky here. I said, looky here. You know what these things is? What? Bones. Turkey bones. Oh, no! Oh, yes, Dale. She cooked the general's turkey. She cooked it and added herself right down to the last pin feather. Oh, no. Oh, that, that, that gulping glory. Drat her for kingdom come. And back again. Dale, it looks as though the double-r bar ranch is going to have to make a little contribution here. I should say so. You know, we just can't leave the general without a turkey for thanksgiving. Stay a little longer, dance all night. Dance a little longer, pull off the gold. Throw it in the corner. Don't see why I don't stay a little longer. Now, you ought to see my blue-eyed salad. It's wed down in shin bone alley. The number's on the gate and the number's on the door. The next houseover is a grocery store. Now, what do you mean you're a blue-eyed salad? I'll kick you in your shin bone alley. My number's on the gate and my number's on the door. And I don't live next to no grocery store. Stay all night, stay a little longer. Dance all night, dance a little longer. Pull off the gold. Throw it in the corner. Don't see why I don't stay a little longer. Looker to the south. A little moon shining in your mouth. Lose your hope in the grand field. Don't be slow. Sift your meal and it makes your dough. Stay all night. Stay a little longer. Dance all night. Well, swing them in the center with a tube of four. Change the right hand. Don't be slow. They're chicken in a bread. Chase the rabbit. Chase the squirrel. And chase that pretty girl around the world. Now, the falsehood. Now, the coon. And now, that big boy around that room. Swing them in the center with a tube of four. Need them up too. And you buckle up four. That's all for now, folks. This is Roy Rogers saying to all of you, from all of us, good luck and may the good Lord take a liking to you. See you next week. Happy Tri... Roy Rogers show is brought to you by Post Serials each week at this same time with the Whipper-Wills, Forrest Lewis, Dale Evans, and the King of the Cowboys himself, Roy Rogers. An art rush production transcribed, directed by Tom Hargis, scripted by Ray Wilson, music by Milton Charles. Featured in today's cast were Frank Hemingway, Herb Butterfield, Bob Griffin, and Duvall. This is Art Ballinger speaking for P.O.S.T. Post Serials. Happy Tri... Keep smiling. Who cares about the clouds if we're together? Just sing a song and drink Happy Tri...