 The Roy Rogers Radio Show. As folks, it's the Roy Rogers Radio Show for the whole family. Adventures, suspense, mystery, and music. Starring Roy Rogers, King of the Cowboys, and Day 11's Queen of the West, with Pat Brady, the mellow man, and an all-star cast. And now, here to greet you with a song and a story are Roy and Dale. Greetings again to the whole family. Tonight's story is about an old prospector, the kind of a never-sayed diet fellow who always hopes he'll frag it rich somewhere beyond the blue horizon. This old timer's name was Matt Bartow. I first met him a few years ago up in the Mother Load country and gave him a grub steak. Well, about three years went by and I didn't hear from him. Then a month or so ago, I got a letter from old Matt and he asked for another grub steak. This time, so he could make a trip out on the Colorado Plateau to search for uranium. I sent him a check and he sent me an agreement making me a 50% partner in whatever he found. Then a few weeks later, I got another letter from him saying that he'd struck it rich and asked me to meet him in a boom town called Four Corners. So, Dale and Pat and I loaded up a bullet and trigger and two days later, we were in snow-covered mountains just a few miles from Four Corners. How much further, Roy? Oh, it shouldn't be over four or five miles now. Well, boy, I hope so. Driving on this icy trail ain't my idea of fun. There's a sign, Roy. What did it say? Danger, watch out for falling rocks. Watch out for falling rocks? They mean falling snow, don't they? What's that? It sounded like thunder. It can't be thunder, Roy. Why, it's clear as a bell, not a cloud in the sky. Step on it, Pat. Maybe we can get through. You can slow down now, Pat. I think the worst is over. It's completely blocked. Yeah, I see. I guess we'll have to take another road back, Roy, that there's snow and ice that won't melt for days. There isn't any other road, Pat. This one is just a new trail that they built when uranium was discovered up here. You mean we're going to be stuck in Four Corners until this road is cleared? I'm afraid so, Pat. Let's just hope the town has plenty of water and supplies. That looks like the town right over the next hill, Roy. Yeah. Let's find the Sheriff's Office first, Pat, so we can report the avalanche. Then we'll try to locate Matt Barlow. We're able to get the Highway Patrol on the phone, Sheriff? Yes, Roy. I told them about the road. Seems like all their bulldozers are busy over on the main highway. It might be four or five days before they can dig us out. Four or five days? That's terrible. Well, there really isn't too much to worry about, Miss Evans. Charlie Morgan, he owns a general store, told me he's got plenty of water and supplies, so it could be worse. Four or five days? I said I brought my net. I don't know, Pat. You might find Four Corners kind of interesting. It's a boom town, you know. Almost exactly like the ones that sprung up during the Gold Strike in California. You might even want to go out on the plateau and do a little prospecting. You mean there's a road out of town on the other side? No, not really a road, Miss Evans. It's the prospector's trail. You can navigate it with horses and burrows, but not with a car. Besides, it doesn't go any place. Just up the mountain range. And you can't cross that? I see. Well, I think we'd better go over to the hotel and find Matt Barlow. Matt Barlow? That's right. He's a prospector. I understand he made a rich uranium strike here. Do you know him? Matt Barlow? No, I can't say that I do. But then we have dozens of prospectors in and out of here every day. I'm perfectly capable of navigating under my own steam. Simmer down, but a couple hours of sleep will do you a lot of good. What's the trouble, Sam? The usual. Sheriff, McGee here was raising a rumpus at the hotel. Rumpus? Rumpus, he calls it. Now, since when can a man raise his voice in the sounds of his own motherland without the law in tip here? Now, come on, Mr. McGee, you need some sleep. Good, let's hear it tip you. McGee! Oh, he'll be all right. The men here about to all under pressure, Roy. Most of them have come a long way from their home. Some from as far as France. Australia, England. A lot of them have lost every cent they had in the world out there on that plateau. Hunting for that elusive stuff they call uranium. I understand, Sheriff. Well, we'll see you later. Okay, Roy. Oh, and say, you might ask Charlie Morgan about your friend Barlow. Charlie's general store is right next to the hotel. If Barlow's been out on a plateau, Charlie probably sold him supply. Right, Sheriff. Thanks. You ever see so many burrows? Not since I was in Mexico. They're a wonderful little animals' dale. They can pack more waste per pound than anything I know. Now, I guess that's why all the prospectors use them. That's right. Of course, the fact that they're very sure of putting it on narrow mountain trails. Here's the general store. Good afternoon. May I help you? I hope so, ma'am. We're looking for an open... Oh, poor goodness. Say, poor Roger. I recognize any word. Hello. Are you Charlie Morgan? That's right. And you must be Day 11. That's right. Well, now I'm like pleased to meet you. This is my niece, Millie. How do you do? We saw you folks down low down about two years ago. You was in a show. Hey, what you doing up these parts, Roy? We're here to try to locate a friend of mine, named Matt Barlow. Do you know him? No. Hey, I do. Yes, sir. That's Matt all right. Do you happen to know where he's staying? Staying. Matt? Now, Roy, you know Matt. He ain't one to spend money to sleep in a hotel bed. No, sir. He'll most likely be camped out somewhere near town. How long ago did you see him, Mr. Morgan? Well, now, let's see. I think he was in here yesterday. Millie waited on him. Millie? Yes, Uncle Charles. You waited on old Matt Barlow yesterday. Did he say where he was staying? No, but he did say he was going back out Are you sure? Well, yes. He said he was going to be gone at least for a week. Why do you suppose Matt would ask you to meet him in four corners, and they're not wait for you? Don't know, Dale. Well, it sure beats me. Me, too. I think we'd better get a good night's sleep, and tomorrow we'll take a little ride out to the plateau. Here's your room, Dale. Good night, Roy. Turn on the light, Pat. I'll put the paper under the door. Sorry, I missed you. Must get back to claim. Return in about four weeks. Matt, come on, Pat. Downstairs to talk to the clerk. Maybe he saw who delivered this. Well, maybe Matt bothered himself. He couldn't have. Charlie Morgan's least said that Matt left town yesterday. Gentlemen, gentlemen, please get that beast out of here. Mr. McGee, I told you, you can't. You simply can't. Now, limey me lad, she's only a small bottle. And he's lost. He ain't that right now. You're lost, ain't you, dear? But I insist you cannot leave that animal in this hotel. What's the trouble, clerk? Mr. Rogers, these gentlemen insist upon bringing that better into the hotel. But the poor deer's tired and hungry. I found him fully packed. Now I ask you, Mr. Rogers, into the kindly humane thing to do. Fully packed, huh? You're right, he is. Who does he belong to? Well, the name's right here on this leather strap. Let's see now. Trapper key out. Matt Bartlett. Don't shout in the dark. What makes you think that dog of yours can trace Matt's thing? Now, he's done it before, Sheriff. Go on, bullets. Go on, boy. I still think this is a wild goose chase. Maybe, Sheriff. But you must admit that something very strange is going on. Oh, no, Kevin. Yeah. What's left of it? Can goods get it around? Boy, looks like somebody had a fight around here. It sure does. Okay, bullet, good boy. Look over there, Sheriff. Tracks coming from that clump of bushes. Straight up to this bedroll Isn't that... Yeah, come on. Matt. Matt Bartlett. Matt, the Sheriff. Can you hear me? Matt. He's still alive, boy. Matt. What do you mean, Matt? You mean... Matt. He's dead. Well, at least we know who to look for. Who's his partner, Roy? I am, Sheriff. I'm his partner. I hope you appreciate my position, Roy. A dying man said that you killed him. That's not what Matt said at all, Sheriff. He said that his partner shot him. But he didn't have no other partner, except Roy. That's true, isn't it, Roy? Well, yes, as far as I know. Matt was grubbed steak by a lot of people through the years, but... I was his partner on this train. There's no doubt about that. Well, then, you see... You didn't see what a spot I'm in. Sure, Sheriff. As far as I can see, there's only one thing for you to do. What's that? Arrest me for the murder of Matt Barlow. Roy, you didn't kill him. Of course not, but the people in this town think I did. If the sheriff doesn't arrest me, he's liable to have a riot on his hand. Roy is right, Mrs. Evans. Especially since nobody had anything to gain except Roy. Matt filed his claim four days ago. There wouldn't be any reason for anybody else to kill him except Roy. Roy. This is awful. What are you going to do? Do? Me? Well, nothing. Nothing? Well, great jumping, you radium. You mean you're just going to let the sheriff arrest you and... and not try to find the real killer? Well, that's about all I can do, Pat. But I wouldn't worry too much about it. I think the real killer will turn up in a few days. Turn up in a few days? What kind of talk is that? Stop worrying, Dale. I have my word for it. The person who killed Matt Barlow will be exposed within a few days. And this time, we won't have to go looking for him. He'll be looking for us. Oh, hi, Sheriff. Boy, this beats me. Roy Rogers arrested for murder and sleeping like a baby. Did you talk to Dr. Murphy? Did you give him my message? Yeah, I told him. That's why I woke you up. He's not at all sure you've got the right slant. After all, a lot of things could happen. I know, but this is our best and sureest bet. If it fails, I'll try to think of something else. Now, if you don't mind, Sheriff, I think I'll go back to sleep. Okay, Roy. I'll let you know if there's... What's that? Sounds like a crowd. Well, I'll have a look. Not a crowd, Roy. Come on. A what? A leader is McGee. He's carryin' a rope. Yeah, Sam. They're actually Rogers. That's McGee. Okay, let's get him and lock him up. Not me, Sheriff. McGee's drunk. He's got that mob all inside it. You can't handle him that, Sheriff. You better get Rogers out of here right away. Where's your horse, Roy? Right outside. Okay. Right up to the highway station on the platform. Stay there till you hear from me. All right, Sheriff, if you say so. But, personally, I just assume stay here and face him. You do as I say, Roy Rogers. I'm the Sheriff here, and I'm not takin' any chance. All right, be sure to call me if Dr. McGee. I will, I will. Now get out of here fast. Will you turn on like this? Roy's okay. The Sheriff says... That's the way like a guilty criminal. Pat, it just isn't like Roy. It's not like him. Who is that? Sounds like somebody at the window. It's Roy. Well, I don't think so, Dale. Not after we turn up the real murder. Oh, by the way, we think we know who it is now. Uh, you... Boy, Rogers. We'll wait a few seconds before we go in. First of when you're ready. Okay, take it easy, Sam. No gunplay unless you have to. Right, Sheriff. I still can't understand the motive, Roy. It's a very old motive, Sheriff. Jealousy. I don't think he intended to kill Matt. He was simply trying to cut himself in on the strike. You see, he'd grub steak Matt in the past, but Matt never found anything. Then just a few weeks later, he turns up with this rich strike. That's it. Let's go. You just lie there quietly, Pat. Doc Murphy is on his way over. Doc Murphy? I don't need no doctor. I feel fine. We know, Pat. Just don't exert yourself. Well, you were right, Roy. Charlie Margin used to be Matt Barlow's partner, and he was in with him on every prospecting trip Matt made until this last one. That's right, Dale. And, of course, this one was the one that paid off. I feel sorry for Charlie Margin, for the excuse for murder. Was it Charlie Margin who planted the note under your door? That's right. He was trying to throw us off the track and stop us from looking for Matt. He also told his niece to say that Matt would be gone for several weeks. Well, I guess that explains everything. It don't explain nothing. It don't explain why Roy didn't do one single solitary blame thing to find a killer, and it don't explain why you've got me laying here like an infant in a crib waiting for the doctor. Oh, that's perfectly clear now, Pat. You see, Roy wasn't worried about finding the killer, because he knew that sooner or later the killer would come to see Doc Murphy on account of the avalanche. The avalanche? What's the avalanche got to do with it? Well, you see, Pat, it blocked the road and prevented anybody from getting out of town. Doc Murphy's the only physician in these parts, so Charlie Margin had to consult him. What? Was Charlie Margin sick? In a manner of speaking, Pat. What do you mean in a manner of speaking? He was either sick or he wasn't sick. Well, Pat, he was sick, but in a kind of a peculiar way. You see, you remember that bush that Charlie Margin crawled through when he followed Matt Barlow? Yeah. Well, that was poison ivy. Poison ivy, huh? Oh, I see. And you knew that poison ivy breaks out anywhere from two to five days after it... Oh. Uh... I'm sorry, Pat. I tried to warn you not to touch Charlie Margin. Poison ivy! And folks, that's the story of an old prospector and his dream of finding wealth and riches way out on the Colorado Plateau, beyond the blue horizon. Beyond the blue...