 Why? Which is me, Andy Devine. I'll show you with the sweetenin' already on it. Killo! Listen as Wild Bill and Andy Devine as his pal jingles. Was the magic word that lured men into the wastelands, that turned deserted villages into roaring boom towns, bringing with it dreams of happiness and glory, but always to cloud the dream came greed, avarice, crime, and sudden death. In Black City, the fabulous gold boom town death struck without warning, and brought United States Marshal Wild Bill Hickock and his deputy jingles to investigate the case of the unlucky seven. I tell you, Bill, I don't like it. I just plum don't like it. I'm gonna be sorry year than ducks in Arizona I ever came from there. Still time to change your mind, jingles. What, just two whoops in a holler to Black City? Black City's another hour's ride. All right, but when I get there, I'm gonna sleep for 40 days and 40 nights. If the noise doesn't wake you. Noise? What noise is that, Bill? Well, I'm gonna be a little shootin'. Shootin'? Oh, now, Bill, there you go again. Now, what are we gettin' into? I don't know, jingles, but seven men have disappeared out of Black City. Well, I still don't know no more in a mule-eared rabbit. Bill, I gotta write to know what I'm doin' here. That's easy. Oh, yeah. Seven men have gone, right? Right, sure, sure, sure. So, you're number eight. Oh, is that a... Who? Me? Disappeared? Now, nominate your poison, gents. I aim to propose a toast to our dear departed comrades, gone but not forgotten. Especially poor old Thaddeus, a rusty soul. We'll all miss that. But in the midst of life, we're all in death, Sheriff Salinas. Yes, Sheriff Salinas. And one man's loss is another man's gain, eh, Judge Buscombe? Well, if it ain't our fightin' editor, Silas McGregor. What makes you so certain that Sheffey is dead, Sheriff? Have you found the corpus delictae? I don't savvy a lingo, McGregor. Maybe you'd like to explain that remark. Aye, I'll explain it, and to great length. In this week's issue of the summer for Judge Buscombe. You'll explain it now, McGregor. I'm the law in Black City. Sheriff Salinas, he's my strong-right arm. Trade it in the summer for Buscombe. He didn't provoke me to fight with your hired gunman. Why, you want real violence? I'll ask you three questions, Buscombe. What happened to the seven men who disappeared? Why did each man make a rich gold strike before he vanished? Why did each man sigh over the deed to his claim to you, Buscombe? Why, I bought them claims from the poor fellows all legal and proper. Mr. Faraday made out the papers and I got the needs to prove it. As to where they went after that, that's their business, and none of mine. You're right in the foot of all, Judge Buscombe. No one can set himself up as the law. This is still America, and the will of the people is still the law here. The will of the people says, step down, McGregor, you talk too much. Let him talk, mister. Well, what's this? Here's our Mr. McGregor's gun himself an audience after all. And cocky as the king of spades, too. I don't believe we've met, stranger. We haven't. Better clear out, stranger, this here don't concern you. Careful, lad. I didn't know who you are. But Salinas is the fastest trigger man in the state. It's not such a big state. All right, now I'm telling you, get out. Take your hands off of me. You heard me, get! I'm not so fast. It's just an officer. I'm sorry. You did that, Sheriff. Maybe you're sorry. Here, here. Get up there, Salinas. Kind of get up, boss. He's cold. Let's have that picture of water here. Cut it out. Let me alone. I had enough. I think he broke my jaw. Get up, Salinas. You'll live. You're right. I'll live. If only to see you dead, mister. I didn't know your name, but I'd be honored to hit your hands, sir. The honor's all mine. The name is Hickock. Now, now, now, now, now, now. No sense in all this whittle wagon. I figure folks can settle their grievances quiet like. Uh, you, Wild Bill Hickock, the U.S. Marshal? That's right. I reckon you owe the Marshal an apology, Sheriff. Sure. I'm sorry, Marshal. I just didn't say that, so... After all, we're both law officers, ain't we? It looks that way. Well, that's one thing. We got plenty of in Black City, Mr. Hickock. Law. And there's no crime in Black City to speak of. Well, maybe so. But before I write on, Judge, I'll be dropping by your office in the morning, if you don't mind. No, why not at all, Hickock? Not at all. I'd see you anytime. Thanks. I'd like a look at those deeds of yours. Well, sure thing, you know, Marshal. Well, I think you're throwing your saddle in the wrong horse. There ain't a loophole in the lot. Oh, I reckon they're all legal, Judge. You're too slick to let anyone sell you a bill of goods. Thanks for the compliment, Marshal. So long, then. Come on, McGregor. Let's talk at your office. Delighted, Mr. Hickock. I'm going out the back way, Judge. I can get Hickock when he crosses out. Hold on, Salinas. This is too good to be true. What do you mean? That pesky old medal to McGregor. I range an accident for him over at the newspaper office. What kind of accident, Judge? The old kerosene lamp. He's going to knock it over when he opens the door. The floors soak with kerosene and a place will go up like a tinderbox. And inside, there's a few sticks of dynamite from the mine. Judge, you think everything. No, not everything. I didn't think of getting two birds with one stone. McGregor and Wild Bill Hickock. This is my humble office, Marshal. For now, do not recall leaving the lamp lit. Get back. Fire! Help! My press! My paper! Look out, man! I've got to put it out! Come back, McGregor. It's a trap. Let go of me! I have to save my paper! Farners, here's your old sidekick, Panhandle Jim. Right good show, huh? Sure is. You know, lots of young buckaroos, when they listen to a show like this, get so excited they like to nibble on something. Well, I got an idea for that. What you ought to do is bite into a handful of Kellogg's corn pops. Sure, because Kellogg's corn pops is a wonderful new eating cereal that's already sweeten for you. Now, come Wild Bill Hickock time on the radio. I set back and listen while I eat my corn pops right out of the box. Come breakfast time or eat them in a bowl with milk. No sugar, mind you. The sweeten is already there. And plenty of it. If you're digging in for another handful of corn pops, look at the shiny, silver-like bag that your corn pops are sealed in right inside the box. That shiny bag is pure aluminum. It keeps your Kellogg's corn pops fresh up to ten times longer. And tell your mom this, that bag is plum-wonderful the way you can use it to store things in the refrigerator for wrapping sandwiches and keeping them fresh and tasty. Now, you're gonna want Kellogg's corn pops at your place, sure, if you haven't already got them, like most folks. Now, listen to this. Kids love pops. Moms love pops. Pops love pops. Kellogg's corn pops. We'll all say that together in a little while. Right now, let's get back to Wild Bill Hickock. Wild Bill and editor Silas McGregor were fighting the fire set by Judge Baskham in the semaphore office when the flames reached the dynamite and the office exploded. McGregor, you all right? Thanks. You saved my life by pushing me back at that press. Come on. I'll help you to the door. No, no, I'm all right. I'll make it alone. Ah, here comes the bucket-breaking. Bless them! Hey, Marshal, Marshal, McGregor, so what happened here? I don't know yet, Baskham, but I'll find out. Try and set the press slack! Oh, terrible, terrible accident. I think the only accident, Baskham, is that no one was killed. Huh? What's that? You reckon it was foul play, Marshal? Why, Judge, you said yourself there's no crime in Black City. And you say when you examined Baskham's deeds this morning, Bill, everything was legal, huh? Well, I didn't exactly say that. I said everything looked legal. Aye, there's a heap of difference, Mr. Jingles. All right, Jingles. Now's the time for you to disappear. And don't worry, I'll be close by. Well, I'll do like you said, Bill, but I just know I ain't gonna like it. Well, here's luck, partner. Okay, here it goes. Don't say so. Well, Salimus, what have we here? A nice fat pig just begging to be stuck. Not for me, Judge, not with Hickock in town. My share, if I'm surprised, we ain't gonna let a juicy Marshal like this get away, are we? I don't like it. That Hickock is plenty bad medicine. Quit your whining, Salimus. Just this once more, we'll kill ourselves as a fat hog. Then we'll sell out, pull up steaks, and get. See you later. Like he ever did see. Howdy, stranger. My name's Baskham. Judge Baskham, that is. Well, howdy, Judge, howdy. You know, I heard tell about you. That's fine. Step aside, here, stranger. Let's have a little pow-wow. All right, neighborly judge, you being so nice to me. Oh, no, glad to do it. Think nothing of it. Now, Sheriff Salimus will bear me out in this, I'm sure. It ain't safe for a man who's made as rich a strike as you go unprotected among strangers. You know, it's just possible there's a crook or two in town. No. Yep, it's just possible. Well, who would I ever thank you? Now, I'll tell you what, you go on and have your celebration, but stick close to Sheriff Salimus here. Don't go anywhere without him, Savvy? Aye, Savvy, you know, sure nice of you to put yourself to so much trouble from each other. No, no, not at all, not at all, not at all, my boy. When I do a good deed, son, I figure I'll be well rewarded. Yes, sir. Well rewarded. You think it'll be all right, Mr. Hickock? We've been waiting out here in this doorway nearly two hours. Yeah, it's all right. I can see everything from here. You think they'll take your bait, Mr. Hickock? Looks like they swallowed it whole. Then you're positive that Baskham and the sheriff are behind these disappearances. Not for publication, Mr. McGregor. We still need proof. Aye, look. Someone's coming out now. It's Jingles with the sheriff and Baskham too. Shh. I headed this way toward the hitching post. Get back. Deputy is playing this part better than we have here. I'm afraid, dog, and this is my night as a whole. Yeah, please. Now, I guess we'll go to the trap and give yourself up over this saddle. Come on, I'll give you a boost. Stop. Stop. What are you, a con-starin' local sheepherder? Jed, you stuck his boot right in my mouth. Quiet. Excuse me. We don't want to attract no more notice than we have to. You'd like to plug him right now. Now, you darn fool, you know I don't like guns. Guns make noise. Sure. You like things done quiet, I know. Now, now, look at him. Peaceful as a baby, stretched over your saddle. Now, take him out of town slow and easy. That way, if anything goes wrong on your way to Salt River, you ain't got a dead body hanging over your saddle horn. Just a good time, Charlie, who's had one too many, savvy? Go on now. That moves. Okay, I'm on my way. Quiet, like. Come on, ho. Well, I can iron better Mosey back and do some mingling. Hmm. What's this? Looks like somebody dropped something. Now, just take a look, see. Hmm. That's funny. Great goodness. Did you hear that? Yeah, I heard. Where's Salt River? Oh, why didn't I think of that before? It's the answer, Marshall. Salt River Flats. Salt River Flats? What's there? What is it? Salt River Flats is quicksand. Just a second, Rangers. I mean, simmer down here from all the goings on. Catch my breath a little. Hey, you know one reason why Wild Bill Hickok was better than most anybody in the West keeping law and order? He was a two-gun man, good with both hands, both ways when it come to shooting. Now, the reason why Kellogg's corn pops is better than most other cereals is that it's a two-way cereal and it's good at pleasing folks both ways when it comes to eating. One way is right out of the box like I'm eating them now. Yes, sir, they're a real tasty snack with the sweetenin already on them. Now, the other way to eat corn pops is to look. But remember what I said about the sweetenin. Don't go wasting sugar on them. They're already sweeten for you. Tasty, puffed up hearts of corn already to go. Now, just because they're good doesn't mean they're not good for you. Why, partners, they're a real two-gun two-way cereal with B vitamins, vitamin D, with important minerals and food energy, too. So if you aren't already settled back enjoying Kellogg's corn pops right now, you better saddle up and ride down the store tomorrow with one of them. You'll need plenty because the whole family's going to be getting into them. Now, let's say our little saying altogether. Kids love pops, moms love pops, and pops love pops. Good for you. Right now, I'm almost busting to get back to the show. Let's go. Now, while Bill Hickok has the answer to the disappearing men, quicksand at Salt River Flats hides their feet. While Sheriff Salinas heads for the quicksand of Jingles, Baskham and Faraday follow not far behind. Yep, Faraday. Maverick must have lost his deputy badge when we hung him over the saddle. He must be while Bill Hickok's deputy. That's right. He's too close for comfort, I tell you. Why don't you and me just start riding the other way? You're not going anywhere, Faraday. You forged them phony papers. You're in this just deep as I am. Hickok bluffed us into showing our hands. But I still hold the ace. I know these hilt around Salt River better than Hickok does. And I know the spot to put a bullet in him before he ever knows what hit him. Hey, you local, you're going to swap shots with Bill Hickok? No, sir, Faraday. Not that local. Nope. I figure there's only one place where a bullet can reach a man like Hickok. That's in the back. Still out like a light. And I reckon this is the end of the trail for him. Salt River. Oh, steady. Steady. Now to drag him off that saddle and put him out of his misery. Stop! Why are you good for nothing, pole cat? Pull your head in, you dirt and sidewinder. I got a kick like a mule. Oh, Ryan Possum, were you? Well, just for that, I'm going to make you wish you never met me. I've been wishing that right along. Never mind going for your gun. It ain't there. I lifted it out on the ride here. Now you slick coyotee. Take a squint down a muzzle of this one. And now look at here, Sheriff. Can't we just sort of talk this thing over quiet, like? Get back then. Further back. Wait. Let's see you kick your way out of that, you nuthead. But hey, you know, you're getting me out of here, eh? I can't get loose. No, and once more you never will. That's quicksand, buckle. Sheriff, oh, for the love of mine, give me a hand, will you? I can't stay here. I'll give you the bullet to close your mouth. I'll give it still as you can. I'll throw you on my rope. Got it, Bill. Hang on. Up, boy. Up, boy. I'll finish you for that hip cock. Come on, jingles. Up, boy. I'm slipping the quicksand in, pulling me down. Whoa, whoa, boy. Hold it. Keep that line tight. I'm coming, jingles. I can't hold on. I'm going under. Here, partner. I'll try to grab you. There, got you. Come on now. Let's pull together. Hip cock bites the dust. How do you like that, shooting, Marshall? It's a basketball. Now, why don't you draw? This is like shooting fish in a barrel. Go on, Bill. Go for your gun. I can't, jingles. He knows if I let you go, or you're a goner. That was close. If he gets around that bowler, he'll have a clear shot. You got to admit, hip cock, I'm improving. Get him, Bill. You got to. Can't you let go with one hand? All right. But if I... You'll slip. I figure I got the range now, hip cock. The next one's the last one. Jingles, when I kick around, you try to grab my leg. Sure, Bill. I'm game. Well, you sure are, partner. Now, where is he? Probably moving down closer so he can't miss. There he is. That did it. Now, jingles, let's get out of here. Don't shoot, Marshal. I give up. Don't shoot. Now, who untunders that? I'll confess, Marshal. You wouldn't plug in on our man. I confess. All right, whoever you are. You can confess later. Now crawl down all those rocks and give us a hand. I'm coming, Marshal. I'm coming. Don't shoot. Don't shoot now. The very first paper of the press. We are full account of your daring exploit. We have to remind the ink is too wet. Thank you, Mr. McGregor. I'll be proud to keep this for a souvenir. Ah, the people of Black City. Well, they'll never be done. We thank you, Marshal, for what you did. Well, it's jingles, I should thank. He smoked the buzzards out. Poor lad. You want a heap of rest and quiet. Hiya, Mr. McGregor. Well, what's this? Oh, it's me, Bill. Feast your eyes, then close them and just smell me. Jingles, what on thunder have you done to yourself? Well, I'm all slicked up for the dance tonight. Bill, I'm a hero. Well, that's mighty nice, partner. Sorry I can't join you. Huh? Oh, but Bill, you've got to be there. I promise. And I promise to ride out west. Seems they could use some new law out there. Oh, Bill, well, couldn't you at least wait until I saddled up? I saddled up for you, partner. Let's go. Oh, Bill, and just when I smelled so pretty. And now here are the stars of Wild Bill Hickok, Guy Matheson, and Andy Devine. I hope you enjoyed our story today and that you'll be with us again when we come next week. We've got quite a story. Oh, boy, we meet up with a gang that even scares me. Meanwhile, and I also hope you'll start enjoying Kellogg's Corn Pops. Right. It's the great new cereal with the sweetenin' already on. Oh, you bet it is. Andy and I think Corn Pops are great. So long. See you next week. Yes, sir, don't you forget, next week at this same time on this same station, Kellogg's Corn Pops will bring you another story of Wild Bill Hickok, starring Guy Matheson and Andy Devine in person. Remember, kids love pops, Moms love pops, Pops love pops, Kellogg's Corn Pops. Our story was written by Doug Hayes and directed by Paul Pierce. This is Charlie Lyon. Music was by Dick O'Rant and this is a David Hire production.