 Get along, you little doggies, it's your misfortune and none of my own. If you tie eye-eye, oh, get along, you little doggies, you know that the ferry will be your new home. Close on the heels of the gold rush in 1849, followed crime and lawlessness. Bandits and outlaws murdered honest miners for their gold. Years later, mining companies organized, but to some extent the evils still persisted, until finally the ever-reliable United States Marshals were enlist in the miners' war on crime. We move now to a mining town in New Mexico and join lightning Jim Whipple and Whitey Lawson in the office of the Aztec Mining Company. Lane Prentice, the company's express manager, is reading a letter Lightning has given him from the Attorney General in Washington. Hmm. Now, it says in this letter that you boys have been assigned to track down the vermin that's been murdering our guards and stealing our gold, when you're figuring to start, Marshall. Just as soon as Whitey here can water the horses, well, I get the lowdown on these Stephen Chiles. Here, read the letter, Lightning. And we're going to put down the feedback first. You wish, my stomach gets growling versed in a store of screeds, Charles. I got some bread and cheese in my pack. We'll eat it on sale. Oh, that's cute. What about it, Prentice? Can you give us any clue to the hombres that's been doing this study work? I'm afraid not, Marshall. All I know is that the gold shipment seemed coming through from the mining anandas. Of course, I've got my suspicion. What kind of suspicion? Well, I don't like to gab about a man behind his back, Marshall, but... Well, this new fellow up there, of mine is Jeff Allen. He's been acting mighty suspicious lately. Yeah? What is business? He's the new field boss at anandas in charge of shipping the gold. I see. You kind of figure Allen's responsible for seeing to it that the gold don't get here, huh? Well, I ain't sure. But all I know is them shipments were never held up till Jeff Allen was appointed field boss. What's more, Allen and me are the only ones who know when the gold's coming through. Well, yes, me and Whitey but a half alone and take a gander at Mr. Allen. What trail do we take? Well, there's only one trail you can take, Marshall, and that's through the mountains. I see. And take a guide with you, and when you get to anandas, keep your eye peeled. My hunch is that Jeff Allen knows more about them murders than is told in gold, and he's admitting. Well, I reckon we must be halfway to anandas, but now that is providing Pedro the guide up ahead there so he knows the trail. Well, Pedro knows the trail all right, Lightning. He tells me he just arrived for the mining company before the gold was stolen. That's true. You get the idea of who's doing it, Lightning. No, Whitey, I ain't. Our friend, Prentice, wasn't much help. Senor! What is it, Pedro? This is place, Senor, where El Bandito killed Garden, still gold. Well, I want to give this place a look today. Maybe there's a clue to the jazz what it's been doing all this killing and stealing. What you got there, Whitey? Don't go and define no, Lightning. It's the piece of silver, I reckon. Let me look at it. Well, you old pole cat. That's a bullet. Silver bullet. Silver bullet? I don't blame you, though, for not recognizing it in the future. Now, in manufacturers nowadays, it'll fire a plug like this. Hmm. The innocent-looking play thing, ain't it? Tell her bullets, Senor. It is the same bullet El Bandito used to kill El Capitan of the gold train. Yeah? Oh, that's a story, eh? First time I heard of a killer using a silver bullet, but it puts a mighty interest and light on. Mother of the door! Get the cover picked! There's rather shootings coming from Whitey. Over there behind that rock. See the smoke? Oh, I see it. They're sneaking skunk. I'll show him something. Oh, Mr. Whitey. There he goes. Look at him hide. Tell it out of there. Well, I get him for sure this time. The late Whitey has ducked out of sight. I give a week's pay to get a peek at that jazz first face. Steady thunder. Come on. Let's hit the trails. We got some tall riding to do. Come on, boy. Whoa! Whoa! You think the fellow knows who we are, Lightning? That's just what I'm thinking. There's only one hombre knows we have taken the trail to Hernandez today. Unless my guess is some local Whitey, the snake that's been aiming to kill us is our friend Prince. Arriving in Hernandez, Jim and Whitey went immediately to the office of Jeff Allen. I'm mighty glad you've come, Marshal. If anybody can get up these murdering yellow bellies, you're the one. Thanks, Mr. Allen. They have to provide them target practice for one of them this afternoon. I'm just itching to lay hands on that gang. You're a course for me, too, but tell me. Tell me, Mr. Allen. Have you ever seen me like to this before? I sure have, Marshal. Yeah? It's a silver bullet, the same kind of plug that's been used to murder the leader of the pack train every time the gold is stolen. And there's all those located clean through the heart. You can even established that yes, there must be a dead shot. All right. I tell you, Marshal, the jasper that's the brains of this gang ain't no ordinary killer. Every time the shipment is held up, they're Mexicans of mine, high tailored out of the mountain, a blabbering about evil spirit dressed like ghosts with grinning skulls on their chest. Yeah? Yeah. And by the time I heard them back, the gang's been moved for the gold. I see. You never met up with these gun-toting ghosts yourself, did you, Mr. Allen? No, Marshal, I didn't. My job is to stay here and supervise the camp. But if we can't get the gold through to Youngsville, there ain't no sense in mine on it. I'm taking the next shipment and throw myself. Yeah, when you're planning your next shipment. Thursday. Thursday. That's two days away. Uh-huh. Does Prentiss know about it? What? Sure. He knows every time I ship the gold. Tell me, Mr. Allen, has there ever been any bad blood between you and Prentiss? Oh, I wouldn't call him that, Marshal. He was just a mite put out because I was a pointed field boss up here instead of him. That's all. I see. He ain't suspecting Prentiss. No, no, I ain't suspecting nobody yet. One last question, Mr. Allen. Huh? Do you know of an ombré in this part of the country that collects Spanish antiques? Uh, you mean family heirlooms and stuff like that? That's it, Jules. You know old furniture. Maybe even guns that were used a couple of centuries ago. As a matter of fact, the doom, Marshal. Yeah? Yeah. Don Felipe Ramirez, his name is. And to hear him talk, he's got to find his collection of Spanish antiques in the country. Where does this Don Felipe hang out, Mr. Allen? He lives in that big ranch up there in the hill. But you can generally locate him at the Café La Casa Ora. Thanks. Hmm. Come on, Waddy. Let's play a little visit to La Casa Ora. See that dark sinister look in the spanish at that table over there, Waddy? Uh, you mean, they gave it alongside Brunson the Black Mosque? Yeah, that's one. That's Don Felipe Ramirez. I had to bar him to point him out. Come on, we have to go over and introduce ourselves. I've got me an idea, Waddy. Good evening, Mr. Ramirez. My name is Gemma. Good evening, Mr. Ramirez. My name is Gemma. It's my assistant, Land Olson. Hey, oh, hey, please, come here. Mr. Ramirez, what gun I do for you? Mr. Ramirez, I'm the Precious and agent for a wealthy antique collector in San Francisco. His name, I'm not at liberty to disclose. My client has heard of your excellent Spanish antiques, and they sent me down here to make you an offer. Your client is a wise man, Senor. My collection is famous all over the device. Yeah. Many of my pieces have been bequeathed to me by my ancestors. Well, that's true. Oh, sure. And you'll show us your collection, Don Felipe? Oh, Mr. Amigos, it is such a pity you have traveled so far for nothing. My collection, it is not for sale. Oh, it's too bad. However, maybe you like I'll show it to you, eh? Yeah, sure would. Sure, come, Senor. We go to my ranch. I show you something you will not forget. Will Don Felipe's collection of antiques betray the identity of the mysterious bandit killer? We'll follow the two marshals on their adventures in just a moment. And now for part two of the thrilling adventures of Lightning Jim and the Silver Bullets. Masquerading as purchasing agents for a wealthy antique Lightning Jim and Whitey have been invited by Don Felipe Ramirez to see his collection of Spanish heirlooms. We join them now at Don Felipe's ranch show. Well, Senor, what do you think of Don Felipe's collection, eh? Well, sir, that's the most complete collection of Spanish antiques I've ever seen. Oh, yes, sure. That's a mighty interesting pair of silver-mounted pistols hanging over the fireplace, Don Felipe. Mind if I take a look at them? Do not touch them. Do not touch them. Why? I do not mean to be rude, Senor, but these pistols, they are my most prized possession, very old and brittle. If you touch them, they fall apart. Oh, well, they look strong enough to shoot. Nevertheless, Senor, you will not take them from the wall. Senor, you, uh, wish to see me, Pancho? Yes, Senor Ramirez. Pardon, uh, Senores. Sure. Senor, a friend just he waits for you in the office. Gratio, uh, you will excuse me, Senores. There is a matter I must attend to. That's all right, Don Felipe. Oh, I take your time. Big worry. We've got to act fast. Hey, what you going to do, like me? I'm going to have a look at them pistols that Don Felipe just found. I've got to hunch the gun that fired this silver bullet you picked up on the field. You might miss, yes. He does not say you to come to the ranch with me. I sneak in through the secret passage. I try to have it come to warn you. To warn me? Yeah. I had a visit this morning from two United States Marshals, Lightning Jim Whipple and Whitey Larson. They're in an in this right now and must to get them hold up, we pulled off. Why you not come tell me this morning? Because I was following Whipple as far as I divide. Tried to slug him, but he... What do these Lightning Jim look like? Well, they're like American strikes. Whitey the Swede is a... Swede? One of those using Swede? Yeah. Well, that's wrong, George. Oh, yeah. Come here. Now, look. Look through those craps in the door and tell me what you see. Jump in, Jim. That's Lightning Jim Whipple and Whitey Larson. The two Marshals I've been telling you about. You see, I suppose I suspect you are stealing my gold and croaking my gold. Of course they suspect you fool. Come with me while I get the gun. I will show these in your Whipple what it means to mess the joke with Don Felipe. Now, Whitey, how wild and shiny these pistols are. They've been in the Don family for a hundred years, all right, but I'm not sure if the Silver Bullet fits in them pistols. Whitey pushed it down Felipe killed the Larson stole the gold and kept it. They were there would prove the bullet was fired from the Don pistols, Whitey, but it wouldn't prove the Don pulled the trigger. That's what we've got to prove. They have done something too. Look here in this pistol box and a mantel. According to Jeff Allen, each of them guards for Don Felipe is just the kind of a sharpshooter that we've been looking for. You are very smart. Keep your hands up and your hands out for him, boss. He's lightning on the door. It's about time you hoisted your true color apprentice. Next time you aim to kill me. I hope you're shooting the powerful lot sharper than it was back there on the trail. There ain't gonna be no next time for you, Whipple. Your number's up right now. You're better than the silver bullets in your weeper. Gracias. Senor apprentice. You will take away the guns of the prisoner. You bet I will, boss. That is good. No, amigos. You will go as I direct. The senior weeper is a lover of rare antiques, Senor apprentice. Maybe in my underground chamber of horrors we will have no little instrument of torture with which to amuse you, man. Late that night, Lane Prentiss and Don Felipe hold a conference in the Spaniard's private office. You seem nervous. Hell, I am. The United States government men and women. You underestimate Don Felipe, Senor. Our friends, the Martians I have the way of making men disappear. The way I've been bequeathed to me by my ancestors. When will the gold be shipped again? Well, firstly, that's two nights from now. Jeff Allen's aim is to take the shipment through himself. I think you do not like Los, Senor Allen, huh? You're thinking straight, boss. I've been aching to get even with that double cross and pole cat ever since that shelled a bullet in his heart. Maybe, Senor, you like it better if the gold is shipped tomorrow, huh? Then, no, Senor Allen, you have one day less to live. Hey, that'll be great. How you gonna fix it? I myself can do nothing, Senor, but I think maybe we persuade the Senor Weeple to arrange it for us, huh? Listen closely, amigo. Ready? Why do you wake up? Just sleep out of your highest partner. We got work to do. Oh, there are. Good night, Senor. Judging from the wicked look of lions hanging from the rafters, I'd say we was in Don Felipe's private torture chamber. Don't be near when he says to get out there. Oh, my God. You ain't forget that Don shamed us to the wall last night, are you, partner? Oh, I think I forget all right late. Well, hang on to it, buddy. If we can pick Prentiss of the Spaniard and come in close enough to us, might come in handy. Yo, I use it to take care of that old banging on the wall over there. Yo, I see. That's marked with skull and bones on the front. Yeah, just like Jeff Allen said, I guess they've pushed it down just to keep for it. Yeah, but it still don't prove the Don killed the guards. Somebody's coming. Yo, I'm a bit of a Spaniard apprentice. Set on that iron thing you can't be ready. I got on. We can use it to make a break if you say an opening. Buenos dias, senores. You sleep well, huh? Oh, personally, I like sleeping in irons better than on a feather map. Yeah, the other side of his mouth before we're through with him, boss. Oh, yes, and you're now we make a better joke. Yeah, give those pen and paper to the senior Weeper. Yeah, boss. No, senior, you will write what I tell you. Well, you have to unlock these irons first. And you will address the letter to the senior Jeff Allen. Right. The following, amigo. John, keep tough. You plan to ship gold tomorrow. Ship gold tonight. And trick them. I will join you later. Now, senior Weeper, you will sign it. No, leave it. Jeff Allen is taking the gold to himself. By sending this note, it'll be the same as sending him to his death. But he's the joke, amigo. You are not amused, eh? If you do not sign the note, senior, I make you laugh with the torture my ancestors use. I'm not a fool, Don Felipe. You're just all right. I'll sign it. You are one smart man, senior. I give this note with your silver bullet to Pancho to take to those senior Allen. Then he will be positive if it comes from you. You know, Prentice, you lock him up while I go send a message. I'll do that with pleasure. Hello, amigo. I will wait for you tonight at Limestone Rock. Let us off for much gold, eh? Adios, senores. Well, Marcio, what do you suppose the attorney general will say when you're telling you've been spending your valuable time dressed up and changed like a hound dog if you live? Hey, let me lock up them hands of yours and don't make no wrong moves, mister. You'll get a slug out of the way. Nice work, party. You're welcome. Sergeant, that iron bar on the floor. Made him turn around just long enough for me to crack him on the head with his handcuffs. Hey, you are dressed like an orate. We've got to work fast. Here's the key for your table. Your, your. Now, why don't you get into this whole cat's fur and go tonight just like the note there and tell him to be sure to wear this under his shirt when he takes the shipment through. Eh, what does that look like? It's an antique chain breastplate around on the floor. When you get to Jeff Allen, ask him to round up the party for you and surround limestone rock, but instruct your men not to open fire on the gang till down Felipe lets loose with that silver bullet at Jeff's. Oh, oh, oh, Ohh! What are you going to do right now? I'm gagging this whole cat and then laying him on his belly. So, is down Felipe else he could sleep face down? Yeah, but I mean what you want to do while I'm going. I'm staying here in second he evidence might you can expect me tonight at limestone rock. Yeah, but supposed that'll it become better. Just I gotta do right. and catch him in the act of trying to kill Jeff Allen. Oh, yes, or yes, he know, but get going. Ain't got no time to lose. Lightening gym, pretending to be chained and handcuffed, awaits the coming of Don Felipe. Oh, I see my two brave law eagles are skill in their mess. Yes, Don. We know when we're late. But if we ever get out again... Oh, not you will never do, Marshall. When I return with the gold from the holdup, I have plans for you and your deputy. My ancestors have bequeathed me not only a heritage of fine weapons, but the knowledge of how to dispose of those who, shall we say, annoy us. Yeah, we take a lot of killing, Don. And if you do torture us to death, just remember there's more United States Marshalls where I come from, and they'll get... Hey, you gringos, you're not clever enough to catch me, senor. No, I shall see that the chains of you and your deputy are good and secure. Now, now, now, look here, Don. Now, have a little mercy, can't you? My deputy's worn out worrying about what you're gonna do to us. He shall tell us sleep. Now, now, let him sleep, won't you? Oui bien. I am sure senor Prentice changed you both well. He's very afraid of your reputation, Marshall. Bueno, I've gone out to gather a little more gold for my storeroom, which, as you already know to your sorrow, is filled with the gold shipments which are so mysteriously disappeared, just like you will do when I return. So the masquerade was successful, and unaware of the trap that Lighting Tim had set for him at Limestone Rock, the Spaniard donned his weird white robe with a grinning death-head and rode to meet the gold train. Releasing himself from his chains, Lighting Tim trailed him and joined Whitey in concealment behind a huge boulder. Men of prime for the fight, Whitey. Your Lighting, eh, they got the don and his teething coyotes surrounded. And there he is, it's in for me to give them the words. Listen. Whitey, tell me, Lighting, where comes the tag train now? This is the gold train, all right. There's Alan Biden around the bend. Look, Whitey, the Spaniard. Didn't you hear, Lighting? Did you hear Mr. Allen, did you hear the bullet? Show your fire, Whitey. Alan's got on the train on that. We've got to give the Spaniard the first shot. Here it is. Turn your walls, Luke. Whitey! All right, boys! Go down that chest over there, Ed. Why, do you see, Whitey? Oh, you are more clever than I thought. You escaped my chains, but you will not escape my shield, Whitey. Look on, Lighting! Oh, you are my guppleman and your weepers. Never have I seen a godly arrow so light and fast as a drop. Never have I seen a godly arrow so light and fast as a drop. Never have I seen a godly arrow so light and fast as a drop. Thanks for ending. You all right, Whitey? Sure thing, Mr. Allen. Don's bullet didn't even hit me. Now I can prove that Don Felipe is the man who's been killing your guard. Well, that's the old Marshal. He's one thing you cannot prove. Oh, yes, it can, Don Felipe. And that's why I only wounded you and didn't shoot you through your black heart. I'm saving you for a little rope trick you with my Uncle Sam. Not so bad as torture, but just as effective, as opposed to those who annoy you. Hope you, sir, Allen. Let me see that chain breast place you're wearing. Of course. But, Jim Humbert, you are a clever senor Marshal. Hey, young Marshal, what are you doing? I'm looking for the silver bullet that's aspired at you just a few minutes ago. That is like all the other fancy shooting. This one's embedded right over the heart. If Whitey hadn't brought you this armor to wear, you'd be pushing up daisies now. Dead burned if I wouldn't. And so ends another thrilling adventure in the lives of United States Marshal, Lightning Jim Whipple and his deputy, Whitey Larson. Thank you for watching.