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If a man doesn't know his way, he's likely to get lost and starved today. I mean, no it's not. I mean, come across him head north and try to capture the Skiesdale Gang. He's a telegram. And he's signed by one of the most celebrated United States Marshals in the country. He's from Tom Bell. Anna crooks out of this town a few years ago. The almighty in debt to him. Meet here in half an hour with guns and horses ready to travel. We'll start hunting the Skiesdale Gang. Me want ten years of good, very ancient ambition. But you speak at Tom Bell. Why should I can't talk to you now? Hey Joe, wait for me. Tom will try several times to speak to the busy sheriff, but each time he was turned aside. He was still in town when the heavily armed men gathered in front of the sheriff's office with blanket rolls packed in their horses. He saw the sheriff swearing in the members of the posse. Then the lawman said, be right to the mountains north of town and break into small groups and fan out. Are you just so sick? Yes. The Indian finally shrugged his shoulders. Then mounted scouts. Lefty Skiesdale and his gang were in the mountains east of Lawrenceville. Lefty and Outlaw called Speed were apart from the others. They were concealed by underbrush as they watched the sheriff's posse leave town. Right north, just the way we wanted. They carried in blankets lefty. I reckon they planned to be gone for some time. I see a sheriff white in the Lawrenceville men had moved as they thought they were helping Marshall Tom Bell. Oh, that sheriff's going to be hoppin' mad when he learns the message was a pain. We'll join the rest of the boys and get ready. We'll attack in about an hour. By that time the posse will be too far north to hear the gunfire. We and the masked man were good friends and we're enjoying a rare opportunity for a visit in a small camp south of Lawrenceville. Tuddle reached the camp about one hour after leaving the town. Welcome. Oh, hello. Himasari. Marshall Bell. You were gone a long time, Tuddle. Your saddlebags had bulged and seemed to have got the supplies we needed. That's not the wrong, Himasari. What is it, Tuddle? Well, why me and Tom sheriff get telegrams from Greenville saying Tom Bell. What? It's a Skiesdale gang, Rob Bank. One more crime against the Skiesdale gang. I didn't know those crooks were in the Greenville area. And I didn't send a message. He tried telegrams, but he not listened. All men joined posse, and they're right north. Then hoped to meet crooks. Traveling south. Why should anyone use my name to send a fake message? Maybe if someone knew a message of that kind would take everyone away from Lawrenceville. Leave the town unprotected. It sounded like a trick that left the Skiesdale my try. You better saddle our horses. Yes, Tuddle. How long ago did the sheriff's men leave Lawrenceville? They're plans to raid this town may have already done so. Sooner we get there, the better. Here on Tom Bell, we're settling their horses. The Skiesdale gang rode into town with guns blazing. With the sheriff's body, they put up people resistance. Which was quickly crushed. The terror-stricken women and children hid inside their homes. Quickly accomplished. Within minutes, the outlaws were gone. Picking with them all the cash that could be stolen without loss of time. The East, into the mountains, over trails I knew. By the way, I believe they're a signal to the horse. Oh, they're horses. This is where we park companies. It'll be sometime tomorrow, maybe next day before the sheriff finds out what happened. Oh, he's going to be a mighty surprise zombie. A mighty mass. You think he'll be able to follow any track? I doubt it. But even if he does, he'll have trouble. Split up, boys, and take different trails. Go by a roundabout route to that shack on the other side of the mountains where we'll hold up last winter. We'll meet there. Oh, but before you go, hand over the cash. Well, Lefty, you mean you're going to take it over? Yes. Speed is fair enough with me. We'll be responsible for it. Well, how about splitting it up now? Don't you trust us, Dusty? Well, sure, but we've earned our share. Till I'm ready to hand it over. Well, they want what's coming to me, Lefty. Hand it over. Well, if the law should catch up to you in speed, or if you have accidents, how you want what's coming to you, huh, Dusty? Yeah. I give. Not me. You got all the cash, Speed? Let the rest of you get going. And wait for us at the hideout here. Yes. By the attack, when Tom Bell arrived with his two companions, everyone knew and trusted the marshal, so no questions were asked about the man who wore a mask. The lone ranger in Tunnel gave attention to the wounded, while Tom Bell, seeking information, questioned many people. He rejoined his friends as the last bandit was being tied up. Oh, Tom, did you learn anything? No. To be sure, the raid was me. They hardly anyone saw them. Bullets of flying thick and fast. They've seen them? Well, one woman peeked out a window. She said she thought they headed west. And that's my real woman? No. Well, thanks anyhow. Thanks a lot. You're welcome. Tom, if we knew which way the crooks went, we might be able to pick up their tail. We were coming from the south. We'd have seen them. They'd go in that direction. We'd hardly go north. And the crooks must have gone either east or west. Before we do anything else, we should get word to Sheriff Jim White. Bring him and the other men back from their wild goose chase. Tom, you're the one who can convince the sheriff that the telegram was a fake. Yes, you're right. I'll go after him. Oh, while you're gone, Tuttle and I'll try to find tracks for the outlaws. Tuttle, you search the mountains east of here. Now I'll go in the opposite direction. If you find fresh tracks, signal was smoking. I'll do the same. We'll see you later, Tom. You just keep it down. Keep it down. Keep it down. 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I want you to give a message to Marshall Tom Bell when he returns with the Sheriff's Posse. What's your thing? What's the message? Tell him the Scarsdale Gang went east. I'll blaze a trail. It can be easily followed. Count on me! His gun barked the spooks like a hell of a beast. And it left the staggering bang. No! I'd tie those crooks. Me all right. Came with me. Not hurt back. Then hit me like you hit them. Lefty was the first to open his eyes. He saw the Indian in the mask man. You're watching him closely. I'm glad you're conscious, Lefty. I have some questions to ask you. I said I'd ask the questions. I'm not talking. Don't hit me again. Then talk. Where's the gang's hideout? They can't tell what he doesn't know. No, Toto. It's not important for us to find that hideout. But that's the outlaw. But I doubt if they'll stay there. Was this increased with every passing moment? After an hour or more of waiting, one of the men said, Oh, I don't think the boss had double crossed us. He's never done anything like that. And seven months they happened to him in speed. I had any idea of which trail. He took the last time he came here from the mountains. Chances are he'll use the same route. Well, then let's go and see if we can find out what that trail is. A couple of men are sleeping in blankets near that prayer. We'll find out. Get up there. We'll aside the blankets. He's gagged and hawked high. He's outlawed. He's as tired of as tightly as a masked man bound to lefty in speed. He walked right into a trap. That's right. He's costly before these cooks. I should have obliged to you, I've managed to end Marsha Braves. I was trying to tell you that the telegram was a... That was too dark going busy to listen. The Marshal's raked me over for it. But the next time a man wants to tell me something, now the only is, he's got three. There's no one ready for a catch. He's on our side of the law. He's... No, Achilleo's breakfast helps give you...