 Presenting the transcription feature, Superman! Guides, look! Mr. Plays hit Superman! And now Superman, strange visitor from the planet Krypton, who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men and who fights a never-ending battle against crime and injustice, disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper. Today begins for Superman an adventure which, if not the artist in his career, is certainly the most mysterious. An adventure filled with action, suspense, and some of the strangest characters we have yet met. Our story begins in the office of Editor White at the Daily Planet. Listen. Hey. Oh, come in, Kent. Come in, Jimmy. Oh, if I'm ready to start, I see. Yes, Chief. Jimmy and I have come to take advice. Shiver my timbers if we haven't. My duffel's all ready and we're all set to shovel off. Listen to the old song. Oh, gosh, Mr. Kent, if we're going round the world on the last of the clipper shift, I got to talk so the crew will understand me, don't I? They'll understand you without all that nautical gibberish. Oh, sit down, you two. The clarion doesn't sail for another hour. I've got some things to talk over with you, Kent. Gosh, Mr. White, we've got to get on board and stow our duffel. If you don't stow your talk, young man, you won't go aboard at all. No, no. Don't mind, Jimmy, Chief. He's just bubbling over with excitement and anxious to get started. Now, what did you want to talk to me about? I just want to be sure, Kent. Do you understand what you're to do on this voyage you're taking? Oh, now, Chief, we've been over this a hundred times since you first thought of the idea. And we'll go over it a hundred more if I think it necessary. I want to be sure you understand the articles you're going to write from every angle. Sometimes, Chief, I find myself feeling sorry the owner of this paper ever bought the Clara M. Oh, gosh, I don't. I think of the places we're going to. South America, Borneo, India, Africa. Gosh, I get too excited. I can hardly talk. Blow me down if I don't. I'll blow you down with the placer if you don't shut up. Yes, sir. Now, Kent, as you know, this is all in the way of a publicity campaign to build circulation for the paper. Clara M. is the last of the old clipper ships. That's going to be your lead. Last of the clipper ships. I've got it. Into these articles you're going to write you've got to put all the romance, all the color of the Clara M's past. Contrasting that with the future that awaits her. Yes. This is her last book, Kent. When you return with her, Mrs. Barwick, the owner of the paper, plans to tie her up to a dock and turn her into a marine museum. Sure, Chief. But look, I know all this, and we're anxious to get down to the ship. I want to be sure that you know it. Barwick's all excited about this idea of his, and these articles you're going to write, Kent, telling how it feels to be making this romantic voyage in the last of the clipper ships have got to be great, sir. Now, just let's be sure you've got your facts straight. The Clara M. was built in 1889. 1879, Mr. White. Excuse me. What's that? Yes, sir. Her kill was late in June of the year 1878 at Aberdeen, Scotland, and she cleared from that city for the first time in August of 1879. She was built for speed in the China tea trade for wholers of teacup, Dexter Mahogany. All right, Jimmy. All right, I guess you'll concede, Chief. There's hardly anything you can tell us about the Clara M. Well, excuse me. Yes? Who wants to see me? Mr. Barnaby, what do you want? I won't say, eh? I see. Now tell him to wait. Well, Kent, it looks as if you and young Moby Dick here have everything straight. But all you've got into the article is to send back. Make people buy the Daily Planet just to read what you've got to say about the last of the clever shit. Is that understood? Don't worry, Chief. Well, I won't be seeing you two for a long time. Good luck and bon voyage. Thanks, Chief. All right, Jim, pick up your duffel and let's shove off. Bye-bye, sir. Oh, tell Miss Kenyon to send Mr. Barnaby in, will you? All right. Bye, Chief. Goodbye. All right. Goodbye. Goodbye. Good bye. Good bye. I hate to see those two go. I'm gonna miss them. But I'd never let them know it. Well, I guess I'd better... All right, mate. Oh, what? Oh, uh, Mr. Barnaby? Aye, same. Sit down. I hold it to you, I'm sure. I'll, uh, I'll move this chair back from your desk and I might see it, and I've got to keep my leg out in front of me. And I'll need the rope. The leg? Aye, mate. It's made of teak. They're fine as this side of the China Sea. That's why I'm called Teak Barnaby. Count of my legs. Oh, I see. Well, uh, what can I do for you? There you go. Being a good Seafarer man, I'll steer my course straight to the point. The owner of this newspaper, Mr. Barnaby, bought a clipper ship named the Clara M. And, uh, I want to buy her. I'm afraid she's not the same, Mr. Barnaby. Teak Barnaby was never one for bargaining, sir. Don't just forget the preliminaries and name your price. I'll meet it. I meant what I said, Barnaby. The Clara M. is not for sale. Mr. Barnaby bought the ship for the one purpose of developing a publicity campaign to boost the paper circulation. As a matter of fact, he's sailing within the hour for a trip around the world, one of my best reporters on board. There too, matey. Teak Barnaby's always got what he went after. I'll pay you any price. You're wasting my time in your own, Barnaby. I repeat, the Clara M. is not for sale. Matey, everything has its price. Yes, if it's for sale. I'll look here, Barnaby. Just why are you so anxious to buy the Clara M? I have my reasons. What reasons? I don't like your tone, matey. You'll make it sound as if you wanted to buy a sailing vessel with a crime. I never said that. Hey, but you implied it. Now, trim your sheets and listen to me. I want the Clara M. and I intend having her. What my reasons may or may not be is no wind out of your sails, so you'd best not inquire into them. Now then, watch your price. Oh, how awful, so nervous. I think it's time you left. You won't sell? I will not. I'll get out. You're making a mistake, matey. A great mistake. That's my lookout. Good day, matey. If you'd care to reconsider. Good day. You've made a mistake, matey. I ain't having a few. Don't get out of here. Me too. I'm shoving off. Hawkins, we're supposed to sail in less than an hour. You still haven't signed on a crew. There's a new batch of men on their way over from the seamen's rest, Mr. Kent. We won't have any trouble getting a crew. Gosh, Captain Hawkins, we expected to find you aboard the Clara M with a crew and everything all set to sail. I know, I know. What seems to be the trouble, Captain? Why, there's no trouble, Mr. Kent. It's just that men don't go in sail anymore these days. Sailing means hard work. Harder work than you'd find aboard modern ships and the accommodations aren't any too good. But, uh, Mr. Kent, here come the men I was speaking about. We'll have a crew in no time at all. All right. We've come over from the seamen's rest to sign on, sir. Line up before the desk, you men. One at a time. All right. Now then, you. What's your name? Patrick Finney, sir. What bird? Abram seamen, sir. Sign here. There's a pen. Thank you, sir. And, uh, what would be the name of the ship, sir? The name? Oh, the Clara M. Sign here. Begin your part, sir. I've, uh, changed my mind. I won't be sailing with it. As you like. Well, just a moment, Captain. Why won't this make... It's all right, Mr. Kent. Don't worry. Next? Right, sir. Your name? Angus McKenzie. What bird? Abram seamen. Sign here, Mr. Uh, right here. Aye, sir. Go ahead, man. Finish signing. Uh, a big part, sir. Did I hear the name Clara M? You did? What are they? Nothing, sir, only. No signing on. Uh, just a minute, sir. Now, now, Mr. Kent... Why won't you sign on? What's the trouble? There was no trouble, sir. I've changed my mind. That's all. Looks like they've all changed their mind. They're walking out. Oh, I see. Captain Hawkins... As I say, Mr. Kent, they know that Clara M is a sailing vessel. And the minute they hear the name, they decide it's too much work. Seems to be more behind it than that. Now, now, please don't worry. I'll get a crew. Just leave it to me. We may not sail within the hour, but we'll sail. Well, all right. Jimmy, since it looks as if we're going to be here for some time, I'd suggest we drop out of that cafeteria at the end of the dock there and have a sandwich. Okay, Mr. Kent. I am feeling a little hungry. All right. We won't be long, Captain. Take your time, Mr. Kent. And don't worry. I may have a crew signed on by the time you get back. All right. I see another batch of men coming this way now. All right. Let's go, Captain. Feel better, Jim? I sure do, Mr. Kent. That sandwich and milk sure hit the spot. Good. Let's get back to the dock, huh? Yes, sir. I wonder if Captain Hawkins has signed on anyone as yet. So do I. It sure was funny. Those men changing their minds the minute they heard the name Clara M. Well, Captain Hawkins' reason may be the right one. It may be that they just... It's Captain Hawkins, Mr. Kent. There he is at the rail of the Clara M. What's he doing on board? I expected him to be on the dock off it. Oh, hi, Captain. What is it? Coming. You mean you've got a crew? I have indeed. Well, I'll be... Come on, Jim. Hi, I... Yeah, watch the gang, Frank. Yeah, watch the gang, Frank. Well, Mr. Kent, are you surprised? I'm surprised it's hardly the word, Captain. How did you manage it? Look, Mr. Kent, look. That batch of men coming in as you were leaving signed on everyone. What? It's fine a crew wish you'd ever want to see. The first mate's actually been in sale back in the old days. You'll want to know him. I'll call him over. Oh, you mustn't mind his looks, and I wouldn't pay too much attention to his leg. His leg? Yes, he's got the wooden leg. Here he comes now. Well, matters are beginning to take a strange turn. What lies behind Mr. Barnaby signing on the Clara M. as first mate? Why was it so difficult to sign a crew on the old clippership? Be sure to hear the next thrill-packed episode of our mystery with Superman. Tune in the next thrilling installment of the transcription feature, Superman. Look, it's a plane. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Action Comics magazine, presenting the transcription feature, Superman. And now Superman, strange visitor from the planet Krypton, who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men and who fights a never-ending battle against crime and injustice, disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper. In our last episode, we heard how Clark Kent and Jimmy Olsen were about to set sail for a cruise around the world on the Clara M, last of the old clipperships. After Kent and Jimmy left editor White to go aboard the boat, Teak Barnaby, a one-legged sailor, called on flight and attempted to buy the Clara M at any price. Turned down, Barnaby stormed from the office. Meanwhile, at the waterfront, Clark Kent and Jimmy discovered that Captain Hawkins of the Clara M is having trouble signing on a cruise. For some strange reason, men refused to sail on the Clara M. Kent and Jimmy leave and then, on their return, find that a crew has been signed. Listen, I, Mr. Kent, this finite crew should want to see anywhere. The first mate's actually been in sail back in the old days. If you want to know him, I'll call him over. Oh, you mustn't mind his looks, and I wouldn't pay too much attention to his legs. His legs? Aye, it's wooden, you see, made of Teak wood. Oh, here he comes now. Mr. Barnaby, Mr. Barnaby, over this way. Holy mackerel, Mr. Kent, look at that, a real wooden leg. You wanted me, sir? Aye, Mr. I did. I want to make you acquainted with Mr. Kent and young Jimmy Olsen. Mr. Kent is the reporter I told you about, who's going to write that series of articles about the last voyage of the Clara M. Pleasure, Mr. Barnaby. Well, it is that, matey. So we're to have a lot of more, too, are we? Aye, sir, I'm coming, too. Then give your ears open and your eyes feel laddy, and you'll learn a lot. Blow me down if I voyage in an old windjammer like the Clara M. made the finest education a boy can have. I'll try to learn, sir. Mr. Barnaby, he'd best be underway. There's a freshener and breeze, and we can just catch the tide if we're quick about it. Aye, sir. It's a way anchor. And the winners! And the winners! Holy mackerel, what a voice. Hey, the first mate in an old windjammer needs a good pair of lungs laddy. Ah, it would appear that way. Break sails! Break sails! Push up back, matey, if you throw it. On the line there, you. All together now. He! Go! He! I'm doing this! Where are you, matey? Cuss on me for the Chinese fires. I've yet to see the likes of such a crow. Gosh, mister, can't listen to him. Here, sails are filling, Mr. Barnaby. Here, sir. Here, on the way there. That's the answer. Aye, sir. We're on the way, sir. Take over, Mr. Barnaby. Your course is two-some. Aye, sir. And so, with a mysterious peg-leg Mr. Barnaby aboard, Clara M. set sail on her last voyage around the world. Sails billowing in a spanking breeze, she cuts the water southward bound. Night falls over the sea, and in the cabin of Captain Hawkins, Clark Kent and Jimmy Olson sit down to their first dinner aboard ship. Gosh, I'm so hungry I could eat a whale. Well, dig in, lad, dig in. Well, there's an extra place that I see, Captain. Aye, Mr. Barnaby will be along shortly. He's a strange sort of man, Captain. Aye, aye, he is. But you'll find many a quaring at sea, Mr. Kent. He seems pleasant enough, but something in the way he looks at you, I can't quite put my finger on it, as I can come in now. Aye, it's Barnaby, all right. Ahoy, mate. Oh, Barnaby, Barnaby. Well, lad, how are you finding your first meal at sea? Sure is exciting. Gosh, with the creaking of this old ship and those oil lamps swinging back and forth above us, it's like a scene out of a movie. He's glad it is. Are clearing any, Mr. Barnaby? No, it's thickening, and that's a fact. Making up soupy, I'd say. I'd give an order to use the horn if it gets any thicker. Aye. Well, you seem quiet, Mr. Kent. Not saying much. Oh, I've been wondering ever since we sailed, Captain. I can't quite understand how you managed to sign on a crew in such quick time, especially when you'd been having such trouble getting a crew before. Well, as I explained to you, Mr. Barnaby and the rest of the men came along at that precise moment. It's all looking for best. Aye, a piece of luck, I'd say. Well, this is the first I've heard of you having trouble signing on a crew, Captain. Yeah, a little not much. Well, I'd lay most of it to rumor about the Clare I am. Rumor? Well, what kind of a rumor, Mr. Barnaby? Gosh, what's that? That's a foghorn, lad. A fog must be thinking. Well, no, it's a... that's too loud, rumor. You'd best leave off that, mister. It's nothing but waterfront gossip. Aye, and therefore harmless to the lad. You see, lad, every ship has its superstition attached to it. And the Clare I am is no exception. What sort of a superstition, Mr. Barnaby? Yeah, haven't heard about the Whistler. The Whistler? Aye, lad. Oh, can't much to tell. The legend has it that many years ago, the first mate, like myself, had a fondness for Whistler. Whistler like a bird, he could. You could always tell when he was about or he was never done whistling. Well, as the legend has it, he had taken the wheel one night in a howling gale. One of that nights when the seas kicking up, hurling wave after wave over the decks. Well, lad, a first mate took the wheel that night and was never heard from again. What happened to him? Well, there's some who say he was washed overboard. And some who say he was just vanished. But every sailor man's agree that he still sails his spirit with the Clara M. And that sometime he can hear him whistling. Gosh. There goes that far corn again. Oh, do you believe the Whistler still sails on the Clara M, Mr. Barnaby? Of course not, of course not. A silly superstition, lad. Nothing more, nothing more. Why did you sign on for this trip, Mr. Barnaby? Well, Mr. Kid, I needed a birth and I take no stock in superstition. Does the Whistler come at any time, Mr. Barnaby, or does his whistler mean something? Well, lad, you see... Mr. Barnaby, I've had enough of this stupid talk. Of course. I was really... That will be all, mister. More potatoes, lad? No, thank you. It's the Whistler. Nonsense, lad. Whoever's whistling is standing right outside on deck. I suggest we... Wait, matey. He's moving off. Come on, follow me. If it's one of the crew, I want to know about it. Do you come and come? I'll come. But it's nothing but commie running. Yeah, commie running. It seems to be off down the deck there. Toward the bow. Come along. You can't see your hand in front of him, this fog. Whoever's whistling is getting farther away all the time. That's hurry, mate. You don't want to lose him. Oh, my gosh. With this fog and that strange whistling up ahead... Why should anybody be whistling at a time like this? It may be a warning, lad. A warning? Oh, no, I've done it. When I've had orders from Captain Hawkins, this ain't never a word. You mean that whistling may be a warning of something about to happen? Eh? She said, mate, that when you hear, I wish I... Wait. It's gone. Don't hear it any longer. Neither do I. It seems to... What's that? A cry for help behind us. Where's the Captain? He must have dropped back. Come along, lad. He may be right with him, Jim. He'll begin to look more and more like a job for Superman. I've got a feeling Captain Hawkins went overboard, and I'd better check on that right now. Eh. Good thing my eyes can pierce this fog. Strange things happening on board this ship. Very strict. Wait. There he is. Ploundering in the water. A stern of us. Only one thing to do. Gim out over the water and bring him back here on deck before he knows what's happened to him. This way, Jimmy. Mr. Barnaby. I found the Captain. Oh, well. What happened to him? What do you want me to know? You're ringing what? I must have slipped and gone over the rail. Perhaps you were pushed. No. No, I... I can't. Holy mackerel, if you fell overboard, how'd you get back on deck? I don't know. Somehow. I remember someone holding me up in the water. Then everything went black. I'd best take him along, sir. Come along. I'll give you a hand. Do you need help, Mr. Barnaby? Oh, no. I can manage. I'll take him. Remember, no fear. There you are. You know me. What do you make of all this? Whistler and Captain Hawkins falling overboard. I don't know, Jimmy. One thing I do know. I don't think Captain Hawkins fell overboard. No sea captain ever fell off a ship. A deliberate attempt was made on his life, and he knows it, yet he tried to pretend otherwise. Gosh, that doesn't make sense. That's not the only thing that doesn't make sense. There's something strange about Captain Hawkins signing on this crew. There's something strange about our first mate, Mr. Barnaby. But why? I don't know, Jimmy. I'm going to make it my business to find out. Seven bells, but all is not well. Not well at all. What is the strange mystery aboard the Clara M? What truth is there to the legend of the Whistler? Strange and exciting adventures await our friends aboard the old clippership. So be sure to hear the next thrilling episode with Superman. Tune in the next thrilling installment of the transcription feature, Superman. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Action Comics magazine. Presenting the transcription feature, Superman. And now Superman, strange visitor from the planet Krypton, who came to earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men and who fights a never-ending battle against crime and injustice, disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper. Kent and Jimmy are now on a cruise around the world on the Clara M, last of the clippership. Just as soon as the vessel got underway, strange things began to happen on board. In our last episode, we heard Chief Barnaby, mysterious peg-leg first mate, relate the tale of the Whistler, the spirit of a whistling seaman lost overboard many years ago, who was said to return to the Clara M and whistle at the warning of impending trouble. Just as Barnaby finished his story, a neary whistle was heard. Shortly afterward, Captain Hawkins was lost overboard. Unfortunately, was rescued by Superman. We join them now. Kent is busy banging out a story while seated on the deck of the Clara M, southbound for Panama. Listen. And who can say that we did not hear the whistler? Certainly it was not imagination on our part. His strange whistle came to us on deck, and then receded from us. I wonder, shall we hear it again? Whether we do or not, no doubt exists that there are many adventures in store for us on our trip around... Hi, mate. Huh? Oh, hello, Jimmy. It's banging out the last few lines of my first article for The Daily Planet. Are you sure all I have enough to say in it were the things that have been happening aboard this ship? Well, I've had to play some of it down, such as the Captain falling overboard. Play it down? What for? Well, first place it would... this wouldn't do to say the Captain has fallen overboard because that never happened. And the second place, he didn't fall. But he didn't, Mr. Canty. Well, Jimmy, the Captain didn't just fall. He was pushed or thrown overboard. But he himself said so. I don't know. I don't know. That's what fathers think. Something strange about Captain Hawkins, Jim. I wonder if that seems to be something strange about practically everything aboard this ship. Oh, you mean the whistler, huh? Well, that's one of them. I've said in my article here that it might have been our imagination playing tricks, but we both know, Jim, that we did hear that whistle last night. We sure did. Gosh, I've never heard anything so ghostly and eerie. It was all of that. Just remember one thing, Jim. There are no such things as ghosts. Yeah, I know. But, boy, if Superman were with us on this trip, he'd solve this mystery of the whistler in no time. You still believe that Superman fairy tale? I say you go again, Mr. Canty. I tell you, Superman is good. All right. We won't argue about it. Finish your lessons for today? Yes, sir. I solved those algebra equations you gave me and finished my English lessons. Good. I wrote a composition about Tique Barnaby. Oh, characters get to the first mate, eh? What did you say about it? Well, I just put down exactly what I think about him. I said he was a fierce-looking man with a wooden leg, and that he looked like he'd make a swell pirate. That he was a swell guy. Easy there, Jimmy. You're overworking that word swell. It's slang, you know, and you mustn't use it too much. That's right. I'll watch it, Mr. Canty. Good. Oh, say there's Captain Hawkins up ahead with a helmsman. Let's go have a word or two with him, huh? Sure. Say, do you still think it was kind of queer of Tique Barnaby signing on the way he did? Nothing funny about that whole setup, Jimmy. Don't forget, Captain Hawkins had spent days trying to get a crew. No one would sign on. And suddenly, within an hour, Tique Barnaby signs on and with him an entire crew. Just in kind of funny. I like him, Nolan. It's sometimes I get a feeling when he's looking at me with those burning eyes of his that... Well, it's hard to explain. I know what you mean. Hello there, Mr. Canty. Jimmy. Hi, Captain. Beautiful day. Hey, perfect sailing weather. And the old para-am hasn't lost any of her spots. She answers to your hand like a racing shell. It's your land. And you box the compass for it. Oh, gosh, not yet, Captain Hawkins. I had a lot of other studying to do this morning, but I'll get to it this afternoon. Have you seen Mr. Barnaby about? I am, Mr. Canty. I have. He's aloft in the crow's nest. Oh, aloft? How on earth did he get there? It wouldn't make you think enough, forget it. It doesn't bother him a bit. Tique Barnaby is as much as home in the rigging as he is on deck. Look, laddie, how would you like to take the wheel? Me? Aye. Oh, gosh. Councilman, let the lad take over. Captain, are you sure it'll be all right? Aye, she handles like a baby, Mr. Canty. Nothing to fear. Now, keep both hands on the wheel now, Jim Landon. Gosh. What? She's alive. I can feel a whole ship pulsing and pulling. Aye, lad. You've got to take the wheel to know your vessel. Easy there, lad. Easy steady. She goes. Gosh. Stay out there. The flap's on to north. You've got to keep the wind of after beam land. Oh, yes. Aye, sir. That is... Before you let Jim do any real steering, Captain, you'd better explain most of these nautical expressions to us. Aye, if we're not careful, I've got to be... Quick, man! Quick, Scott! What happened? That Billy Enpin came down from a loss. Trapped the deck for I'd been standing. Mr. Canty, if you hadn't pulled me out of the way, I'd be a dead man. Oh, stay! Your blast has been made! Son of a question! Oh! Oh, dear! That's you, Mr. Barnaby! What? I'm just your whole... Oh, if only the lad wasn't here so I could express myself. Here comes Mr. Barnaby now. Look at him fly down that rope. Sheep, lad. Sheep, not rope. Mind your helm. Support. Support. I don't know what to... Helmsman, take over. All right, lad. I've got it. Well, mister, whatever you'd say for yourself. Say your pardon, Captain. I don't take your meaning. You know what I mean right enough, Mr. Barnaby. That belayin pin fell from a loft. It would have killed me if Mr. Canty here hadn't pulled me out of the way. Oh, how he saw it coming at me. Belayin pin fell from a loft, eh? Well, now let me see. Well, blast my eyes if it ain't gone. Gone? What's gone, Mr. Barnaby? Why, sir, I stuck a belayin pin in my belt before going a loft in it. Ain't there now? Must have fallen out. Such carelessness is an excusable man. I don't have it aboard my ship. You understand? Aye, sir. Blast my eyes. I can't fathom it. I've never dropped a belayin pin aboard. Be careful you don't again. Eh? Oh. Aye, sir. I want the foretap misstatled up. Lay forward to the men, Mr. Barnaby. Aye, sir. Aye. Ready, sir? Well, eh, I can't thank you enough for saving my life, Mr. Canty. I must say you were on the alert. Yes, Captain. Something we'd all better learn to do aboard this ship. And your answers to those algebraic equations are perfect, Jim. Now, suppose we examine you on English history. All set. I'll do this quickly. It's almost time you were in bed. Yeah. I sure am sleepy. Must be the salt air or something. Probably. All right, now English history. What does 1066 mean to you? Oh, gosh, that's easy. In 1066, Edward the Confessor died and Howard was chosen king. In that same year, Howard defeated the king of Norway at Stamford Bridge. Then later William the Duke of Normandy defeated Howard near Hastings. And that's really the most important thing I have with the 1066 because it locked the beginning of the Norman Conquest of England. That's fine, Jimmy. I want you to read the next chapter, which takes up the completion of the Norman Conquest. Okay, but right now, Mr. Canty, if you don't mind, I'm going to hop in the bed. I'm tired. All right, Jimmy. I'm going to step out on deck for a breath of air before I turn in. Uh-huh. Well, good night. Good night, Jim. Ah, yeah, good. Beautiful night. Now, I'll just take a walk about deck. Four bell. One o'clock. Funny, I can't get that incident of this afternoon out of my mind. It doesn't make sense. Barnaby letting a belaying pin fall like that and pretending he didn't know what had fallen. Hello. Sounds like Barnaby now. Talking to someone in the shadow of the cryptid. I don't think it would hurt to find out what he's saying. I'll just switch it off. Come on, Limey. Is that understood? You'll do as you're told. I'm telling you, I heard it's fine as day it was. I guess they've whistled if ever I go to one. It took me a couple of bulls to ship Barnaby, but can't talk to me how they're getting over it to help me. You might turn that name upon again and I'll break your neck. My name's Barnaby, I've ordered a ship. Kick Barnaby and don't you forget it. Barnaby, I've found this old one with me as long as I get off this tub. Blast my eyes. Limey, have a good night. Aguilis, I'm paying you and every man Jack aboard a good price for what you're doing, and I'm not having you spilling your mouth about ghosts in such place. You best take care of Limey. I'll go hard with you. Oh, well, Brammy, that's one of the ship in the first place. You're all now and you'll do as I say. I'll get the load. Well, let me take you out. I'll get the load. All right. I thought I'm alive and kicking. Oh. Is that you, Mr. Cairns? Yes, Barnaby. Good evening. Taking me there, are you? That's what you're in, then? Yeah. Well, good night to you, sir. Good night, Barnaby. Good night. 10, 6, 6, we're in the Conqueror. I had a look. Gosh. I've been trying to get to sleep ever since Mr. Kent left the cabin over an hour ago. Barnaby was sleepy, too. All those dates of English history keep running through my mind. Yeah. That mystery is lying here in this cabin with the creak. And that sounded like it is a whistler. Now it's moving off down the deck. Gosh, I'm scared. But I can't let that stop me. I've got to investigate. I've got to find out whether the whistler is human or ghost. Yeah. I've got to pull myself together and... Well, the plot certainly thickens. What will happen to Jimmy as he follows the whistler? Will he solve the mystery and what was the meaning of the conversation between Barnaby and Limey? Be sure to hear the next thrilling episode of our mystery story with Superman. Tune in the next thrilling installment of the transcription feature, Superman. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Action Comics Magazine, presenting the transcription feature, Superman. And now Superman, strange visitor from the planet Krypton, who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men and who fights a never-ending battle against crime and injustice disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper. Taking around the world crews on the Clara M, last of the old flipperships, Clark Kent and Jimmy Olsen have met with some very battling adventures. Now last episode, we overheard with Kent a strange conversation between Keke Barnaby, the peg-legged first mate, and one of the crew, a conversation which told us that the crew were working for Barnaby and not for Captain Hawkins. Our episode ended. Jimmy Olsen, lying on the bed in his cabin, was trying unsuccessfully to go to sleep when... But wait, let's... 1066, William McConcur. So gone are all those dates of English history keep running through my mind. Bad luck, Hastings. Oh, no, no, no. He was kind of mysteriously lying here in his cabin with a creak in him. It sounded like it is. It's the Whistler. Now it's moving off down the deck. Gosh, I'm scared. I can't let that stop me. We've got to find out who that whistler is, that's all. I've got to prove it isn't the spirit of a whistling semen who was washed overboard years ago, like Keke Barnaby says. Yeah, I've got to put myself together and follow that whistle. It was moving up forward. Gosh, it's kind of eerie out here. Maybe I better go get Mr. Kent. If I do that, the whistle may stop the way I did the first time we heard it, but... Wait. Did somebody climb up into the rigging? You! Stop! Stop where you are! Where's we is? He's right up there above me. Well, I can't climb any further than the top of the mass so I'm gonna climb up their rack a hotter than I thought. The rigging seems like it was alive. I almost slipped then. What do we think? He's right above me. He'll stop. He's not going any higher. Hey! All off there. Come on down. You're caught and you can't get away. He's right above me now. Stop here. I can't see him. Just a second up. My hand. Hey, stop it. You're stepping on my hand. I said stop it. I can't hold on you. Here I'll fall. I've got you. Hold tight. Now you're safe. Superman. Good thing I was walking about the deck and heard him calling. What on earth he was doing up in the rigging? I'd better get him down on deck again. Now. Down! Kids fainted. Better get him back to the cabin as Clark can't. All there. What is it? This way, Barnaby. Something's happened to Jimmy. What? Blast my eyes. The lad. What is it? No, I found him lying on the deck here as I came around. He's out colder than the mackerel. Better take him below. No, his cabin will do. I'll carry him. We'll leave the way if you can. All right. He got you, lad. Imagine what could have happened to him. Oh, we'll know as soon as he comes around. Here's the cabin. Put him on the bed there. I'll get some water. Well, look at his hands. They're bruised, skin broken and places too. Looks as if they've been stepped on. That's funny. The whistler. He's gotta follow. He's gotta find out. The whistler. Blast my eyes, Mr. Kent. I do believe it. All right, now, Jim. Snap out of it. Come on, now. Oh. I feel, Mr. Kent. Oh. What happened to you, lad? Who dumb is to you? The whistler. I was trying to go to sleep when I heard him whistling. Now I've found my cabin. Followed him. I saw somebody go up into the rig in it. And I got close to him and he stepped on my hands. I had to let go. What? You mean you fell from the rigging onto the deck? We'd best call the captain to look him over, Mr. Kent. If any bones are broken. No, no, I didn't hit the deck. Superman caught me if I was falling. Superman? And who might he be? I'm afraid he's pretty much a character in Jimmy's imagination. Oh, gosh, Mr. Kent, you've gotta believe me. He came flying through the air as I was falling. Oh, he easily does it, Mady. I've heard many a wild sailor's yarn but these plates are all a man that can fly, eh? Boy, lad, you've been dreaming. I'm telling the truth. How did my hands get this way, then, if they weren't stepped on? How'd I get down onto the deck without being hurt? Well, lad, get something there, Mr. Kent. I'd best look to the rigging and see if there's anyone up there. No, no, you stay here. I'll go. Hey, Mr. Kent, however you'll have it. I'll be back in a while. Hey, Mr. Kent, that you? Yes, Captain. I just heard about the lad and was coming to see what it's all about. Well, we found him lying on deck unconscious. He thought he heard the whistler and followed him up into the rigging. I've just come out to investigate. A whistler, eh? Uh-huh. Yeah, it's beyond me. Well, I've either haven't dreamed... He wasn't dreaming, Captain, and you know it. Eh, what's that? Something very strange is going on aboard this ship, Captain. And if you're not aware of it, you're not the man I think you are. I don't like your tone, Mr. Kent. I'm master of this vessel and I won't stand... I have no disrespect to your office, Captain. But it seems to me you're deliberately closing your eyes to a number of things that have happened on board. What things, Mr. Kent? What things? A whistler for one. And Barnaby told us that legend last night about the spirit of a whistling sailorman haunting this ship. You tried to laugh it off. And then we heard the whistler. We didn't imagine it, Captain. We'd be heard it. You and Barnaby and Jimmy and myself. I-I know denying that. But you do deny that following that you were either pushed or thrown overboard. That you'd be dead now if I... Well, that is... If what, Mr. Kent? Well, if somebody hadn't miraculously saved you. You say I was pushed overboard, Mr. Kent. I say I fell. We won't argue it, Captain. Well, I can't pick out anyone or anything up in the rigging there. Whoever it was, it's that time to make a getaway. Whoever it was, it's still aboard this ship, Mr. Kent. I'll have the Clara M. search from stem to stern. Good idea, Captain. If you find out anything, I'll be in Jimmy's cabin. All right. Wish I knew what's in that man's mind. Well, let me get on into the cabin and see how Jimmy's doing. There, lad, was a murderous shark coming for the native boy. I saw the monster turn, billy upward. Saw his great mouth reaching for the boy. And with that, I went into action. What's going on here? Gosh, Mr. Kent, don't interrupt. Go on, Mr. Barnaby. Well, I dove off the side of that perforator. In my hand was a knife, which I always carried with me. I struck for the shark's belly. But it turned too quick. And the knife went into his back, up to the hill. Then he dove. And I went with it, holding on to that knife handle. And blast my eyes up. I was underwater a full five minutes. Five minutes? Hey, lad, five minutes. Gee. Well, I finally got the knife out of his back. And I struck for his belly again. By best time, he was too quick for me. He left the winnard. And took my legs off clean as a whistle. Gosh. Well, what happened then? Well, I don't rightly remember, lad. The next thing I knew, I was lying on the deck of the pearlfish. Well, how'd you get there? Well, lad, it was often I puzzled my head about that, but I never could figure it out. However, the answer was made clear to me this very night. I must have been saved by Superman. Quite a story, Stephen. I thought you were telling me the real story of how you lost your leg. Well, okay. Both of you can kid all you want to about Superman, but I know he exists. That's all that matters to me. Find anyone in the ring, Mr. Cairns? No, whoever it was, it had ample time to get away. The captain's having the ship searched thoroughly. Yeah, good idea. Now, Jimmy, try to go to sleep, will you? And if you hear the whistler again, I'd suggest you call me before doing anything about it. Don't worry, I will. Good night. Coming, Barnaby? I'll walk with you as far as my cabin. Hey. Good night, lad. Was that really the way you lost your leg, Mr. Barnaby? A shark, I mean? No, lad. Poor little shark. I'll tell you the real story someday. Good night, dear. Good night. I wouldn't fill Jimmy's head with too many stories, Barnaby. No fear, Mr. Cairns. So does the boy know how? No, I suppose not. Well, what do you make of this Superman business? The lad's no broken bone, and if he fell from the rig... I can't account for it, but he may not have fallen as far as he thought. Okay. Well, I'll leave you here. I'm going below. Good night, Barnaby. All right. I better turn in myself. Oh, wait a minute. Well, that's odd. No wonder. I better have a talk with a man at the wheel. Good evening. Good evening, sir. Beautiful night, isn't it? Hey, sir, sir. What's our course? South by East. South by East? Hey, sir. You're off your course, then, helmsman. What? According to the position of the North Star, you're steering south by West. Hey, hey, hey, Kent, sir. Well, look at it. They got it to your right. How could they do a thing like that? That's what I was wondering. Better put her over. Hey, sir, at once. And thank you, sir. Meet me later if the captain has found me. Thank you, sir. You're welcome. Good night. Good night, sir. That man's either a fool, or he was deliberately off his course. And I don't think he's a fool. Is Kent right? What does the helmsman deliberately off his course? And if so, why? What is the answer to the mystery of the Whistler? What strange adventures await our friends aboard the Clara M? Do you want to hear the next thrilling episode of our story with Superman? Tune in the next thrilling installment of the transcription feature, Superman. Up in the sky. Look. It's a bag. It's a plane. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Action Comics Magazine. Presenting the transcription feature, Superman. And now Superman, strange visitor from the planet Krypton, who came to earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men and who fights a never-ending battle against crime and injustice disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper. Clark Kent and Jimmy Olson are now on around-the-world cruise aboard the Clara M, last of the Clippership. Already, only a few days out, many strange and battling adventures have before them. There are many adventures which seem to have no answer. Superman and the guys of Clark Kent have discovered many odd things aboard ship, this keeping an eye particularly on the first mate, Teak Bonnaby, so-called because he wears a peg leg made of teak wood. In our last episode, Kent was just about to retire to his cabin when he discovered that the helmsman was off his course. So far off his course that it was obvious to Kent he was doing it deliberately. Listen. Each man's either a fool or he was deliberately off his course. I don't think he's a fool. I'd better talk to Captain Hawkins about this and I'd better do it right now. Now, I come in, Captain. It's Clark Kent. I'll be in for the camp. Can't be more turnin' in, Mr. Kent. More than just a chat, Captain. Well, I'm still troublein' you. A good deal. Captain, what I expected to be more or less of a pleasure cruise is rapidly becoming a headache. I... I don't take your meanin', Mr. Kent. Excuse my bluntness, Captain, but I believe you do. Now, look here. Just a moment. I spoke to you earlier tonight about the strange things going on aboard this ship and you pretended to know nothing about them. I did nothing of the sort. I merely refused to believe in such stupid nonsense as this legend of the Whistlin' Sailor. I don't believe in superstitions, Mr. Kent. And therefore I don't believe that the spirit of a Whistlin' Sailor comes back to haunt this ship. I don't believe it either. But someone is definitely trying to give the impression that he does. How much do you know about Teak Barnaby, your first mate? Well, I know Izzy's a good sailor. And that's all I care to know about any member of my crew. I'm afraid in this case that's not enough. Haven't you ever thought how strange it was that after so many men refused to sign on, Barnaby came along with a full crew in less than an hour? It's happened before. Are you accusing my first mate? I make no accusations until I can prove them, Captain. What course are we following? Sabah-ease for Panama. And perhaps you can explain why the man at the wheel was following a course set south by West. I don't believe it. I know a little something about navigation, Captain Hawkins. And I'm telling you, your helmsman was steering a course south by West. What I want to know is why. I still don't believe it. There's only one way to find out. Come along, Mr. Kent. We'll see about this right now. Well, there's a storm coming. The wind is kicking out a bit. Looks like a bad end, too. Better have the hatches batten down. Helmsman's on his course all right now, Mr. Kent. Yes, but I don't think he'll deny having been offered. You had better question him. I will, indeed. You there, helmsman. Aye, sir. Mr. Kent informs me you were off your course. Well, were you or weren't you? Aye, sir. How was that? Explain that. Aye, aye. He kind of hard to explain, sir. The first time such a thing happened to me in 30 years of dealing. That's no explanation. Your course is south by East. Mr. Kent says you were steering south by West. That's a full quarter turn to the rudder. Aye, sir. Well? Aye, aye. I can't explain it, sir. Unless I was kind enough. You were awake when I talked to you. You got a galloping tongue. That'll do. Aye, sir. Aye. The only way I can explain it, sir, is that I... I must have do with Dartmouth. And to which time I got off my course. And then when I woke up, it appears like me half I didn't realize. I'll have no sleep and no duty. Understand that? Aye, sir. Sorry. I'll let it go this time. But if it happens again, you'll go in irons and no mistake. Aye, sir. Now mind your wheel. I hope that puts your fears at rest. The helmsman got off his course when he fell asleep. It won't happen again. I hope not. Well, good night. Good night, Mr. Kent. How he ever caught on. You fool. Why didn't you shift your course when you saw him coming? How would I know? He knew nothing about navigation. He's smarter than most. You might have realized it. We've got to be careful. He mustn't find out. We've changed our course until it's too late for him to do anything about it. And I didn't... Never mind what you think. The next time he gets too close to you, shift your course for Saba East. Aye. He's going into his cabin for the night. You can put her over to Saba West now. Aye, sir. Wait, wait, wait. Maybe I was wrong about the helmsman, but somehow I've got a feeling that I wasn't. Well, time will tell. Better get on into my cabin. Where is that light? Whoever's in this cabin, stand where you are. The light. There we are. Well, I'll be... What are you doing in my cabin, Mr. Barnaby? Don't go off the handle, Mr. Kent. I can explain everything. Better start right now, Barnaby. I know it looks kind of strange here. My being in your cabin like this, but Captain gave orders here, remember, to search the ship for the whistler. Well? I've been searching the cabin, looking in closets and under beds and all that, you know. Didn't think it's mine if I had a look around your cabin, Mady. You usually look for something in the dark? Ah, he too, Mady. You're off your course. I can see you don't trust me. I have little reason to trust you, Barnaby. Oh, Mady. It's just that I didn't have time to put on the light. Only came into this cabin a few minutes before yourself. Now that the light is on, I'll just have a look around. Come on, Father. I'll search this cabin myself. Eh? As you like, Mady. I'll be leaving you. A good deal going on above the ship that I don't understand. That feeling I won't get far by questioning the crew or anyone else. I wouldn't do any harm if I took a quick trip back to Metropolis and did a little investigation around the waterfront. I might pick up some information of value, something that might give me just the clue I need as to what's going on aboard the Clara M. As Superman, I can fly back to Metropolis, make my investigation and return to the ship before anyone has a chance to know my absence. Storm struck us at last. Well, nothing to worry about. This is the Clara M's first storm and it won't be her last. Don't worry, sir, Captain. Aye, she is that, Mr. Nothing to worry about, however. I've sailed the Clara M through worse than this. Hatch is back and down. Aye, sir. Aye, sir, we've got to refail. This game is too much. Aye, sir. Line by in the middle of four places. But right in there. He's off the headsheet. He's off the headsheet. Right in the headsheet. Right there, right here, scourge the sea horses. Put your backs to it. Back to it. Pardon me. Better take a reef than a mains. Aye, sir. Hatch is back in a lot to the mains of the land. Who give much is who? A lot with you. A lot. Oh, sir. There's a big one coming. Land on the wheel there. Come on. Come on. Captain. Land, what are you doing on deck? I couldn't sleep, sir. I want to look for Mr. Kent. He's on his cabin, sir. And I thought he might be on deck. Well, he's not. Get it all at him. Hold fast. Hold fast, lad. That's a big one. Hang your helm, man. The life's still alive. Better reef more sail, Mr. Here's the top down. All right, you'd best get below. I don't think I can make it. Aye. I see you've taken up worse than you got here. Here, here. Give me a hand. What are you doing, Mr. Kent? I'm just taking old classes on you going over side. Hold fast. Hold fast. Here, here. Come on. Come on to me. What was that? Right, my eyes. The anchor cable flipped. You made me on the windows. Get that anchor out before your bastard's in the side. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Someone's got to do it, but that flash and ankle break a hole in it's big enough to send us to the bottom. Stand clear, man. I'm going over the side. Well, things seem to have taken a turn for the worse aboard the Clara M. Can that tremendous anchor be lashed down in time to save the ship? What will happen while Superman is speeding toward the fall-off city of Metropolis? Be sure to hear the next thrilling episode of our story with Superman. Tune in the next thrilling installment of the transcription feature, Superman. It's a plane! Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Action Comics magazine. Presenting the transcription feature, Superman. It's a plane! And now Superman, strange visitor from the planet Krypton, who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men and who disguised as Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter for a great metropolitan...