 radio's outstanding theater of thrills, the master of mystery and adventure, William M. Robeson. East of Phoenix, Arizona, off to the left of the old Spanish trail, Squat's Superstition Mountain, a glorying forbidden mass of black granite whose canyons and dutes keep well the secret of the deaths of many men. 400 years ago, the Conquistadores searched here for the legendary seven cities of Cibola, which were supposed to be built of pure gold. The search has never been totally abandoned, for modern legend tells us that Superstition Mountain guards the fabulous lost Dutchman mine. But no one can be sure, for no man who has gone searching for it has come out alive. The facts you're about to hear are true. The story imaginary, since none of the characters involved, lived to tell it. Listen then, as Raymond Burr stars in the Peralta map, a tale well calculated to keep you in. How much further? Willis. Huh? What do you keep looking back for? You afraid somebody's following us? No, I'm just checking the trailer. Sun's getting mighty hot on the horses. It's gonna get hotter. Think we ought to stop in the water? Wait till we get to Lonnie's. Okay. How far is it? Hey, you see that big mountain sticking up over there on the left? Yeah. That's Superstition Mountain. This place is on the road right opposite it. But, oh, another four or five miles. You sure he'll be alone? He lives alone. Anybody else is there. It'll just be somebody who's pulled in for gas. They won't stay long. They'd have to be crazy to stay long out here. Yeah. I wonder why he does. Takes all kind. I guess. Bartender I talked to in Phoenix. Fellott's done some prospecting himself. He said, oh, Lonnie'd rather have coyotes for neighbors and people. Looks that way. Cracker, how much you planning on telling him? Just enough to get him hooked. I'm supposing he ain't interested. Then we make him interested. What do you mean? By showing him the map? If that's the only way, yeah. We'll show him the map. But I thought we said we wasn't gonna show the map to nobody. I'm not gonna argue with you. I can turn around right here. Take the horses and the trailer back to Phoenix. Forget the whole thing. You want me to? Now look, Cracker. Then we do it my way. He wants to see the map before he makes up his mind. I'll show it to him. I suppose he doesn't believe it's a real thing. Supposed he thinks it's a fake. He won't. Not if he can read Mechs and knows the country like you said he does. He'd only meet it, said it. It was the people I talked to in a patchy junction. They told me nobody really knows Superstition Mountain. But oh, Lonnie knows it as good as the next guy. Then he'd better. Cracker, I suppose after he sees the map and knows it's no fake, he still won't take us in. We'll look for somebody who will. Well, and leave him knowing where the mine is. He might try to beat us to it. Don't worry so much. He'll go in with us. I guarantee it. Don't you remember me? I stopped in here a few days ago. I asked you some questions about the mountain over there. Oh, move around so the sun's not mine. OK. Oh, yeah, sure. Mr. Lonnie, I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, Henry Cracker. Howdy. How are you? Mr. Cracker's got a proposition that ought to interest you, Mr. Lonnie. Oh, well, I ain't got no money to invest. You don't need any money. We got everything we're going to need right in the trailer. And so? You going to water the horses or not, Willis? Sure. Sure, I'll do it right now. Water troughs behind. They'll find it. Can we get out of this sun to do some talking? Sure. Come on inside. Don't get much company out here. Hardly ever get a chance to visit with folks, so my place ain't usually fixed up. Hope you ain't finicky. No. Got some beans and coffee on the stove. You hungry? I could use a cup of coffee. Fine. You sit down anywhere. Thanks. Got canned cream, if you'll take it. No, drink it black. Me, too. How much do you know about the lost Dutchman mine? Well, like I told you, young friends. As much as anybody else on these parts. You really believe it's there? In the mountains? Sure I do. Seen too much evidence not to believe it. What kind of evidence? Well, why the Mexicans had their ore chutes, and why they had furnaces to melt the gold down into bars. Do you ever look for the mine? No, not exactly. But you've been on the mountain. Well, a long time ago, I used to go deer hunting up in some of the boxed canyons around Weaver's Needle, where it's supposed to be at. What's the name Peralta mean to you? Well, they're the ones that owned the mine years ago, long before the Dutchman found it. The Patches killed most of them off when one of their mule drivers got mixed up with an Indian squaw. As that happened, the Patches didn't want anybody coming in working the mine again, so they hid it, covered it over with brush and dirt. How'd the Dutchman find it? Well, one of the Peralta's who'd been away from the mine when his pa got killed, he got in a saloon fight one time. Dutchman hauled him out of it, and this Peralta gave him a map out of gratitude. These stories, that's how the story goes. Dutchman, he was supposed to have murdered a couple of fellas, including his partner back in the mountain. But he died for anybody ever found out for certain. You know what happened to the mine after that? No, nobody knows, except they know it's lost. Not gonna stay lost? Ah. What do you want to guide us back in there? I figured you was getting to that. Well, what's your price? Ain't got none. We'll give you $300. Well, that's a good bit of money, all right, but I can't leave the station. Oh, don't give me that, Lonnie. You don't do that much business in a month. Oh, yeah, sometimes. You got cobwebs in the gas pump, and look at you. When'd you get a new pair of overalls? Well, that's not the point. I just don't want to go back up in there. 500. No, and it ain't the money. So you need no from me anymore. Lonnie, all you gotta do is take us onto the mountain, help us find certain landmarks that are on a map we have in it. Map? Yeah, you know how many maps I've seen in the past 20 years? All of them guaranteed to show how to find the lost Dutchman? Man, if I had a silver dollar for everyone, I wouldn't be able to lift them. A map. It's the Peralta map, or a copy of it. Oh, sure, sure. There, either the Dutchman's or the Peralta. A map. When you're through laughing, you can take a look at it. Peralta map. Here. Take a good look. I've been waiting all my life to come across something this good. Knows that desert rat's gonna sit and laugh at me when I do. Now, you study this thing. Feel it. Run your hands over the ink. You can read mechs, can't you? Yeah. And you're supposed to know landmarks. Are they phony? Nah? All right, Lonnie. You still feel like laughing? Can't laugh at somebody I feel sorry for. What do you mean by that? You see. You going with us? Nope, I ain't. What's the matter with you? You like living this way? You like being a desert rat? I may be a desert rat, but I'm a live one. So? You ever read how many men have been killed hunting for the lost Dutchman? Who cares? Me. I don't want to add to the total. That for you? Yeah. Don't answer it. What? Now, I guess, wait a minute, mister. Sit down. Sure. You don't have to hold no gun on me. Cracker. Hey, is he going with us? He is, or he's not going anywhere. That right, Lonnie? What'd you say he'd give me? 500. It ain't enough. Why, you chis- It ain't enough for a risk in my life. Now, what do you want? As long as I'm going to die, I might as well die rich. I'm one-third. Third of the mind? OK, you got it. Now, wait a minute. You shut up. You can stop worrying, Lonnie. Nothing's going to happen to you now that we're partners. Being partners ain't got nothing to do with it. Well, what has? For a couple of fellows after the lost Dutchman, you sure don't know much about it, do you? We know enough. No, you don't. But you will. Yes, sir, you sure will. This canyon's a good place to bed down, Mr. Cracker. Any water in it? It's supposed to be right up ahead. All right. Make our camp here. Oh, yeah. Oh, all right. Good boy. How far away from where the mine's supposed to be at? About a mile away, I figure it. That right, Lonnie? If the map's right. You know it is. I've seen a lot of wrongs before. Looked just as good. Well, this one ain't wrong. Where'd you first get it? I got it. I got it off an old Mexican sonora. He give it to you? Yeah. Yeah, you might say it did. Well, if you take the horses down to that water. And look, how come you haven't done nothing but give orders ever since we started? Ain't you ever going to do any work? Make a fire, Lonnie. Give me those reins. Well, I'll be jig-swiggered. Never thought I'd see you stand up to him. Well, why not? He's my partner. He's not my boss. I'm a partner, too. Yeah. Yeah, I know you're. Well, now let's see if we can find something to make fire. You know what they call this, Kenyon? I don't know. I ain't seen my map since I gave it to him. It's West Boulder, where old Adolf Ruth camped. Yeah, who's that? Ruth? Oh, he's a fellow come out of Washington, DC, back in 1931. Had a prouder map, too. Yeah, well, not a good one. He didn't find the mine. Well, some say he did. Some say different. Oh, well, what did he say? Nothing. Wasn't until six months later that they found his body. Rifle bullet in his back. Well, there's a nice hunk of dried mesquite. It smells like hickory when it burns. Now, the way I figure it, Ruth must have found the mine. What makes you so sure? Well, when they found him, the map was gone. But inside his vest was a piece of paper with his writing on it. It said, Vinny Vidi Vici. That's Latin, meaning I was successful. Who killed them, did they know? Well, sure they know. Same person or persons who killed just about everybody whatsoever got close to the mine. Mr. Lonnie, you trying to scare me? Of course not, boy. I'm just trying to tell you what we might be up against. Well, me and Cracker got rifles. We can take care of ourselves. Oh, sure, sure. Same as that fellow last month. He come in looking for the mine. Sheriff's posse brought him out. Dead? Yep. Rifle bullet in him, too. Well, there's an old dried up sensory plant. Might burn. Could be some hunter thought he's a deer, you know. Yeah, it could be. But that ain't the way folks figure it. No. No? Let's look over there. They figure that he was shot by the same person what's been doing the other killings. How many is he supposed to have killed? Oh, 50. Maybe a little over. That's quite a story. Who made it up, newspapers? Sheriff's office don't think it's a story. Bullet they took from him and Ruth and some of the others all come from an old type army rifle. Anybody ever see the whoever it is that's supposed to be doing the garden? Not sure they could recognize him. But there's talk. An old Indian fella named Fat Dog was over in Mesa. He's supposed to have seen him one time. How'd he know it wasn't just a hunter? Well, he couldn't be sure. But what got his eye in the first place was the thing this man was carrying. What was that? It looked like an old US cavalry saver. Troops used to chase the apaches back up in here. Yeah. Well, Fat Dog, he didn't stay around after that. And he ain't been back since. Well, how close a look did he get? Well, it wasn't too close. Not too far neither. He could hear the spurs this fella was wearing. Well, I can understand a guy wearing spurs in this country, but why to carry a big old cavalry saver around? That doesn't make sense. There are not things on this mountain that don't make sense. Lonnie, you're going to start the fire until we can eat it. You're going to talk all night. Fiction to start now. Hey, Cracker, you ever hear about a fellow named Ruth? I killed up in here. When was that? 31. Over 20 years ago. Yeah. But another fellow, a fellow named Cravey, he had a helicopter fly him in just a couple years back. They found him nine months later. Same type gun, did it? Well, I don't mean the same person did it. There must be a lot of old army rifles around in this country. I suppose so, but both Ruth and Cravey had maps. Good ones, I reckon. And both of them were killed the same way. You mean both of them were shot? Well, a little more than that. They were shot through the back. Then their heads were chopped off. This place began to get on my nerves. What's he doing? Oh, he's just laying there, looking up at the stars. Got that rope on him tight. I got it on him so tight I'm going to have trouble getting it off of him in the morning. Is that, Cracker? Yeah. You don't think there could be anything to it. What he's been telling us, do you? You crazy? He's just been trying to see if he can scare us. Yeah, I guess so. You go hit the sack. We've got a big day ahead of us. Yeah, I know. Well, nothing on me. What's the matter, Willis? Something been eating at you since we started up here. Well, I think you should have asked me before you gave him a third of the mind. I haven't given him anything. Well, you said you would. Have we found it yet? Well, now you know we ain't. Then so far he's got a third of nothing, that right? Yeah, but when we find it. If we find it, it'll change all our lives, won't it? Oh, sure. It'll change his, too. Permanently. You know? See what I mean? Yeah. Yeah. Into the Feralta map, starring Mr. Raymond Burr, a tale well calculated to keep you in suspense. We leave him here and going on foot. Being a canyon right below where the wrong canyon's got three swallows growing at the entrance to it. What? We don't need him to find the mine. Well, you don't need me, either. Yeah. How'd I find my way down this mountain without you? Ah! That ledge up there. In the room. It's all shale. It went out from under me. Well, here. Let me see. Hey, Lonnie. Yeah? His leg's broken. Lonnie, what do you call those funny looking things sticking up over there? Huh? Oh, swallows. The mine's over behind that bluff about another four or 500 yards. Cracker, you can't think about that mine. You got to get me out to a doctor. He's right, Mr. Cracker. All the doctors I know, they say a man with broken bones shouldn't be moved. What? They say you should just cover him with a blanket. Cracker, you stop talking like that. Where's your rifle, Willis? I dropped it back up there when I fell. Cracker. Cracker, you're going to carry me out here, aren't you? Cracker? Lonnie? We'll carry you, boy. Well, I want to hear him say it. Go on, Cracker. Lonnie, we got maybe three, four more hours of daylight. The mine's in that canyon. It's covered with brush. Cracker. It'll take us at least that long to clear it away. Cracker, look. We can't leave him here. Please. We'll come back for you on our way out, Willis. No, no. Don't leave me, please, Cracker. Please, huh? I could carry him. No, you're going to need your strength to help me. Now, let's go. No, wait. Cracker, look, Cracker, I gave him my share. You hear me? I'll be back for you, boy, as soon as I can. Come on, Lonnie. Yeah, you take my canteen. Now, make it last. Cracker! Anything under these bushes? Anything that could be a sign? Nope. Let's measure it off again. Supposed to be 20 paces south of the entrance to this canyon, only there's no hill there. No way for him to have put in a shaft. Now, wait a minute. Could be a glory hole. A what? A mine don't have to angle in any hillside. Glory hole, it goes in the flat ground. Yeah, paces again. Then we'll dig straight down. What about Willis? Don't you think we ought to get him out to a doctor? Not till I see what's in there. Well, would it be all right with you if I was to just take him back to where the horses are? No. But I could somehow get him on a horse and he might be able to make it back alone. You know better than that. Well, then let me help him. I'll come back. Oh, I want to find out about this tonight. I want to be sure we've opened up the Dutchman. You go get some of that brush we cleared off. We'll set fire to it and drop it down in there. You say so. Then hurry it up. Who's out there? Who is it? Mother in heaven. Willis, boy, you're... Oh, you stay right there, Lonnie. Oh, boy, you crawl all that way. More than that. I've found my rifle now. I'm going to use it. No, no, listen, boy, we found the mine. You hear? We found it. Is that what happened to you? Well, he wouldn't let me go. Are you sure? Or did you go and make a deal with him? Two of you split my share. You know better than that. Now, let me help you out. No, now you... Where is he? That's the mine. Where's that? Over here, behind that brush. You just call him out of here. Go ahead. Mr. Cracker? Mr. Cracker! What's taking you so long? Willis! What? Willis is out here. You want to help me carry him in? Lonnie, what are you talking about? He won't answer, you Lonnie. Don't guess you will. Well, come on, boy. I'll get you back to our camp and then go for help. Now, you hold it. You put your arm around my neck. That's it. Now, drop the rifle, boy. Hold on to me. All right. That's it. No. Lonnie, I'm not going to forget you for this. You're a good man. There aren't many men who would carry me out like this. You know, most of them, they'd just leave me to die. Get back later. Claim the mine for the cells. What's the matter? Would you stop them? I'm going back to the mine. For what? Cover it up. What? When we get out of here, I'm going to have to tell the sheriff everything that's happened. He'll send the party in to get Cracker's body. Now, there's no sense in them finding the mine. No, I guess so. Or is that ours? No. You wait here for me. Lonnie? Yeah? You remember? I'm dependent on you. Don't worry, boy. Don't worry. I'll be back in five minutes. We're off to a map by Charles B. Smith. Listen. Listen again next week when we return with Frank Lovejoy in the Outer Limit, another tale well calculated to keep you in. According to Mr. Burr and the Peralta map were Stacey Harris as Willis and Junius Matthews as Lonnie.