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Here's adventure!

Here's romance!

Here's O. Henry's famous Robin Hood of the Old West,

The Cisco Kid!

Cisco, that's my claim down there.

And the mark is over here.

Are you sure, Albert?

It's the same thing you said about that hill we just passed.

No, this time I'm sure.

Just take a look at it before we go into town.

Well, let's hurry.

Pancho's waiting for us in town-- come on. Okay.

Whoa.

There.

I'm sure it's my claim now.

That's some rocks I piled up at the corner of the claim,

Pancho told me to.

And there's a tin can underneath there with my papers in it.

Here, I'll show you.

(gunshot, bullet ricochets) (gunshot)

Hey, what do you say to a fellow that just saved your life?

I haven't saved it yet.

He's still after you.

Can you see who it is?

No, I can't.

He's shooting from behind that bank over there.

Now, I'm gonna try to get on top.

You take a few shots from over here.

I can't hit him from here.

Never mind.

Just keep on shooting until I call you.

Okay.

What's the idea jumping me?

What are you doing on this claim?

I was just about to ask you the same question.

Albert!

Albert, do you know this man?

No, I don't.

Doesn't belong here.

Let's take him to my cabin and talk to him.

Your cabin?

You heard the invitation, señor.

Go on, move.

This is my cabin.

And there's a paper in that sample box to prove it.

Go ahead, take a look at it.

Here, Cisco, look at it.

"Blaster claim number 94.

Claimant: Frank Douglas."

I'm afraid you're mistaken again, Albert.

Señor, are you Frank Douglas?

That's my partner.

Webb's my name.

Your partner?

Let me see that paper.

I don't know any Frank Douglas.

I'm Frank Douglas.

What's going on here?

Frank, I caught this fellow with his hand on our

claim marker.

His friend here jumped me.

All right.

You've read the description.

Now I'll tell you both to clear out this claim.

I'll tell you once and that's all.

Our apologies, gentlemen.

Cisco, you're not gonna let them do that to us.

It happens the law is on their side, Albert.

If we stay here any longer, they're within their rights

to shoot us.

Come on.

Now you're being smart.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

Here is your gun, señor.

Well, I finally tangled with the Cisco Kid.

You would draw him.

Now I know who that hombre was I saw in town.

It was his partner, Pancho.

I wonder what they're doing here.

What do we care?

We don't have anything to worry about, do we?

Just the same, I'm gonna ride into town later.

Hey, Mr. Two Wheels!

Come back.

I don't care if you got your horns on backwards.

Now listen, Mr. Two-Wheeler, when I tell Loco to stand still,

he stands still.

I ain't afraid for you.

If-- Huh?

If Albert can ride you, I can ride you.

Maybe I know-- Well, the saddle.

I never seen such a little-- Well, I'm gonna try now.

I didn't think he could ride it.

He won't for very long.

See? I told you so.

(both laugh) Come here, Pancho.

Ay...

Are you hurt?

No.

But this two-legged horse broke his foot.

Oh, I'll put it back on.

Hey, Pancho, is your leg all right?

It was twisted in there.

Yeah, but I untwist it, Cisco, and I am mad, I am

mad at everything, I'm mad at gold mines, I'm mad at fires

and especially, I'm mad at this two-wheel horse.

Pancho, I'll be glad to teach you how to ride my bicycle

sometime, but right now, I wish you'd cool off

long enough to tell Cisco where we staked my claim.

Hey, Pancho, wasn't that on the side of

the Rainbow Mountain?

Yeah, on the-- yeah.

Well, you don't got no more claim now than a jackrabbit's

got fish scales. What?

Come on, the little house over there, I'll show you,

come on, let's go, let's went.

Pancho, this isn't the land office where I filed my claim.

This isn't the land office?

It is now, it's a new one.

Open the door, will you, Cisco?

Buenos dias.

How do you do, señorita?

Good morning, can I help you?

Maybe.

I'm the Cisco Kid.

This is my friend Pancho and this is Albert Taylor.

How do you do?

Oh, is this yours?

A real bicycle, the first I've seen out here.

Yeah, it's mine.

And so is the claim on Rainbow Mountain that a certain

Frank Douglas is trying to jump.

Frank Douglas?

He has a claim filed here.

I remember it because we haven't many registered here yet.

Well, here it is.

Filed last Thursday, one of the first.

This is highway robbery!

Pancho, you were with me when I filed my claim,

and it wasn't filed with this girl nor in this office.

That's what I'm trying to told you.

They set up this office and the old office didn't

was where it used to was before they set this one up.

But what happened to it?

It burned down.

When did it burn down?

Wednesday night.

And when did you file your claim?

Tuesday morning.

That's what make me mad.

So the land office burned down and all the records in it.

The next day, some saddle-tramp walks into town and files

for my claim.

But where's the clerk and what's she doing here?

Look here, Mr. Bicycle Rider, that saddle tramp, as you call

him, happens to be a friend of mine and I'm only doing

this town a favor to take over this office until the new

clerk gets here.

Do I look like a land office clerk to you?

Please, señorita, you will have to excuse my friend's

temper, but frankly, I am confused, too.

Now, would you mind telling us what happened to the clerk

of the old land office?

Mr. Jenkins was a sick man.

He had been for years.

The fire was such a shock to him that he collapsed and he's been

in a coma ever since.

They've given up hope for him now-- I'm just filling in here.

I can't believe it.

Now I've got nothing to prove I ever staked that claim.

That's right, Albert.

You see, both Pancho and I are strangers in this town.

Nobody'll take our word against that of Frank Douglas.

You're right there.

This town isn't known for being too friendly to strangers.

Well, let's go.

I might as well unload the wagon and take the mining equipment

back to the store.

I'm sorry, Albert.

Pancho, will you need help?

Don't worry, Cisco.

I'll bet that we will put that back in the store before

you can say 1-2-6.

Goodbye, señorita.

Adios, señorita.

While you are unloading the wagon, I'm going around town

to see what I can find out.

About what?

About what started the fire in the land office.

See you later.

Boy, that bath felt good, after that hot work.

Kinda coolish, huh?

You know, it's no good to work in the heat of the sun

when you could be taking a siesta, huh?

Yeah, well, at least we got the wagon unloaded. Yes.

Pancho, look at this man coming into town.

Say... let me see.

I bet that's the fellow who take your claim.

You're right, how did you know?

I see him go into the land office.

I bet he go in there to file with the señorita, huh?

Let's go outside and wait for Cisco.

Hello, Martha.

Oh, Frank, you surprised me.

Martha, have you seen any strangers in town today?

Well, there's the fellow who owns that bicycle.

Name's Albert Taylor, I think.

No, I ain't talking about him.

But I am.

Frank, he says you jumped his claim.

Oh, you don't believe him, do you?

You know I wouldn't do something like that.

Well, I didn't think you would, but it is kind of odd.

Look, the land office is burned down, Old Man Jenkins

is dead, so nobody can prove anything anyway.

He can say anything he wants to, but he can't talk that way

about me.

I'm gonna look that gentleman up right now.

Frank, don't do anything you'll be sorry for.

Gosh, I hope Cisco finds something that helps.

Don't worry about Cisco.

He find anything, even with a needle on top of haystack and he

never goes on wild gooses chase.

Now, that makes it easy.

I won't have far to look.

Frank, what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna teach him a lesson.

Maybe.

We'll go in the hotel and talk it over.

Come on.

Wait a minute, you.

I hear you've been shooting your mouth off, saying I

jumped your claim.

I think you have.

You probably burned down the land office and killed the clerk

yourself to cover your tracks.

Maybe you'd like to back that up with a little action.

Yeah? Any time.

Cisco, we better stop them.

That Frank Douglas is gonna make chili con carne out of him.

Leave them alone, Pancho.

I think he can take care of himself.

We've played around long enough now.

Draw when you're ready.

Let me have him, Cisco.

Go ahead, Pancho.

We'll have no shooting around here, señor.

What is this?

I challenge a man to a draw in an honest fight.

What are you two butting in for?

All right, Pancho.

Give him back his gun.

This man is not experienced with guns.

Now, either Pancho or I will be very glad to draw against you.

Take your choice.

No, Cisco, you are too fast for him.

Maybe it better be me.

Go ahead, draw! (chuckles) Andale.

I'm beginning to feel as though I had two big brothers.

Don't worry, señor, you are doing pretty good,

but that other hombre-- we ain't seen the last of him

yet neither.

He's right, Albert.

He tried to take advantage of you today and he probably took

advantage of your claim, too.

But what can I do, Cisco?

What can we all do?

Let's get back in the hotel and we'll talk it over there.

Come on. Bueno.

What you left in there, you might as well have eaten it all.

What happened to your jaw?

Somebody work you over?

Never mind that.

Come into town with me.

I thought you just came from town.

I did, but I'm going back with you.

I reckon I'd better stay here and work the mine, Frank.

Whoever you got in trouble with, if you can't handle 'em,

I figure I can't either.

Cut out eating, you yellow-tailed weasel.

And listen to me.

You'd like to back out on me, wouldn't you?

Grab yourself a big sack of dust and clear out.

Who said anything about backing out, Frank?

No, you wouldn't say anything about it, would you?

And I'm here to tell you you're not gonna do it, because you and

I are gonna sign partnerships on this mine right now.

This afternoon while Martha's still clerking

in the land office.

Well, what's the rush?

She'll be there six more weeks until they get a new clerk.

Not if old man Jenkins pulls through.

He ain't dead, you know, just unconscious.

While we're in town, we'll look in on him, too.

Well, he can't prove nothing, Frank.

If Old Man Jenkins dies, that bicycle-riding dude

is gonna say we killed him.

If that happens, I want you around to stand trial with me.

I just don't think we ought to do that now, Frank.

I ain't asking you.

Don't get excited, Frank, we gotta trust each other.

Sure, we gotta trust each other.

You know you can trust me, don't you?

Because this claim is filed in my name.

Now I want to trust you.

All right, saddle up.

(Pancho snoring) Hey, Pancho.

Pancho?

Oh, Pancho!

Pancho, wake up!

Wake up, amigo! (whistles) Come on!

Pancho.

Oh...

Hey, Pancho.

This is not siesta time.

Oh, Cisco, any time is siesta time for me.

Don't I know it.

(muttering) What do you got there, Cisco?

Come here, let me show you.

I fixed this box to look like it's been in a fire

and inside of it, Pancho, I've got some documents, see?

Looks like they've been burned a little bit, see?

That's a silly-looking thing.

What are you gonna do with that?

Well, it may be silly to you, but this is going to be

our trap.

Now we're going to let Webb and Douglas know that we've got it,

then we're going to pretend that we gave it to the land office

clerk, Mr. Jenkins.

Yeah, but we have to pretend because the clerk is dead and

he was the only one that see Mr. Albert make the file and the

señorita wasn't there, Cisco.

Where is she now?

She's out there riding that two-wheeled cycle bike

with that Mr. Albert.

Oh.

Say, Pancho.

Will you please go and see her and see if she made up her mind

to help us?

Bueno, I'll go.

Closed, eh?

I wonder where she went.

I think you won't like it when you find out.

I'll teach her to play around with that dude.

Maybe that's who you was playing around with this morning

when you got your jaw hurt, huh?

I'm gonna break that up.

And don't try to sneak out of town without signing those

partnership papers, either.

You make up your mind to help us, Miss Martha?

Yes, I'll help you, Pancho.

I'll tell Frank the story that you and Cisco want me to.

But if they're innocent, I'll look pretty silly.

Hey, look out, here comes Frank.

Don't forget to keep him there 'til we get there, eh?

All right.

Hello, Frank.

What are you doing here?

You got some business in the land office.

I took an hour off.

To go joyriding with this dude, eh?

Rides pretty well for one lesson, doesn't she?

I hope you don't object, Mr. Douglas.

I ain't talking to you.

Cisco, come here.

I just see Señorita Martha, she said she would help us,

and Douglas and Webb just ride into town and go to her office.

Oh, Pancho, that means that we have to spring the trap

right away quick, before they find out that the land office

clerk is dead.

Ready, amigo?

Yes, but listen.

Cisco, let's move quick, because this Señor Frank

is awful hot under his collar.

He'll be hotter under the collar yet, Pancho,

if our plan works.

Come on, let's go.

Say, Miss Martha, how's our old friend Jenkins doing?

Jenkins?

Getting better.

Oh.

Well, that's good, I wouldn't want to see anything happen

to him, would you, Frank?

Never mind that.

Martha, I want to change the registration on that claim

on the south side of Rainbow Mountain.

Fred, you know, I can't change a registration

once it's entered.

Oh, this is perfectly legal.

I don't care what this bicycling dude told you.

All I want to do is cut Webb in as a partner.

Oh, that's different.

Hello, señorita.

I'm sorry to bother you if you are too busy,

but look what we found in the burned-out land office.

We thought you would like to see it.

What is it?

It's a metal box of some kind we found there.

What's in it?

It's got records in which claims have been filed.

Now, they're pretty badly scorched, but some of them

are clear enough to read.

I think Mr. Jenkins is the one to see it.

I wouldn't know anything about those claims.

But Jenkins is pretty sick, he don't even wake up hardly.

He's conscious now.

He's over in the hotel resting.

Come on, Pancho.

Albert is at the hotel, too.

He'll be interested in what we found.

Thank you, señorita.

Adios, señorita.

Come on, Webb.

Let's find what this is all about.

Don't you want to sign this partnership agreement?

Save it.

We'll be back.

Well, Pancho, we sure baited the trap for them.

I hope they take the bait, Cisco.

Here they come.

They're heading this way, Pancho.

They took the bait!

Sure, we'll use our room, come on!

You go upstairs and get that box.

I'll stand guard down here.

Now, wait, I think I ought to stand guard.

Do as you're told.

If you need any help, just holler.

The trap worked!

Webb is coming upstairs.

Remember, Albert.

Talk loud.

He says he can testify to my signature on here, Cisco.

Well, I think we'd better leave these papers

with Mr. Jenkins.

Mr. Jenkins, I'll put them right over there on the table.

And then Albert and I will go and tell Pancho.

You better go back to sleep and get some rest, eh?

You know what to do, Pancho?

Good.

You looking for something, Mr. Web-foot?

(clattering and crashing) I was afraid

you were hurt, Pancho.

No, I ain't hurt, it's him who's hurt.

My father used to raise lots of little willy goats.

Well, Mr. Frank Douglas.

You convicted yourself, didn't you?

Convicted myself? How?

By trying to steal evidence that didn't exist.

What do you mean?

Mr. Jenkins died yesterday.

Now, I'm afraid that to the charge of arson,

there will be one more added.

Murder.

Come on.

Come on.

Congratulations, amigos.

Thank you, Cisco.

I really struck it rich here.

And when are you going on your honeymoon?

As soon as the new clerk arrives so I can quit my job.

Yeah, we hope he's on the afternoon stage.

And I'm waiting for Pancho.

Have you seen him around?

Hey, there he is now, look!

(all laugh) Oh, you buck me off, eh?

(all laughing) Pancho, you were doing

very well until then.

You're a real cyclist.

I am?

Oh, I didn't know that.

Hey, Cisco, will you do me a big flavor, Cisco, please?

A flavor? You mean a promise again, Pancho?

Yeah, Cisco.

Don't tell Loco I been riding this two-wheel horse,

because he's awful jealous of me if I ride anything but him.

(laughing) Oh, Pancho!

(laughing) Oh, Cisco!

Cisco, do we have to leave all our good friends now?

Only until next time, Pancho.

Adios, amigos!