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- Where's Sam Nolan? - Search me.

You detailed Nolan to work with the gang at the Brandon Church.

He's not there.

There's something tricky about that fella.

We better get the herd across.

- We'll block the road for half an hour. - Whatever.

The southbound stage's almost due.

Maybe we had better wait.

I still like to know what happened to Nolan.

- What happened? - Landslide, Mr. Corwin.

Get out and stretch your legs while I try to clear it out.

I'll help you.

No use waiting any longer, Hoppy.

Maybe the stage went too early.

There's no fresh tracks here. Might as well get out of here.

Bring up the herd.

Get them up!

Get out and fast. I got no time to waste at all.

- Is that all? - No, that's not all.

How is he?

- Still breathing, Hoppy. - Good.

So this is your business, Nolan.

I'll get you for this, Cassidy.

- In the State Prison, in Albuquerque? - They won't keep me jailed long.

Long enough to hang you.

We'll meet again. Next time you won't be top dog.

I relieve you of this too.

- California, get a rope around him. - Get going.

Named Corwin. He's an attorney from Boston.

He's a very important man.

What's he doing here?

I don't know. See what else I can find here.

- He's going to Glendale. - Where's that?

Way down Southern Texas.

Wonder what a man like him would be going to a little place like that.

- You stay here with him, Jimmy. - All right.

California.

If he can get out of this, he can get out of jail.

That should hold him.

I've got to go.

Help Jimmy get this man back to Bar 20. We'll find out what this is all about.

Right.

Don't go away.

Well, hello, John.

Hello, Emily. How are things at the ranch?

Not so good after those Night Riders came to our ranch.

Killing our stock and burning our burns.

That was an outrage.

I don't know what we'd have done if you hadn't loaned us them $500.

What man can't help neighbors who are in trouble?

It was nothing.

Got some good news for you, Mr. Trimble.

We just got this letter from the insurance company.

They're settling up for them buildings the Night Riders burnt.

We can pay you sooner than expected.

The check will be here the first of the month.

That's fine, John.

There's no great hurry.

We never owed anyone before. We want to get out of debt.

That's the way to keep your independence. Pay your obligations promptly.

- Well, first of the month. - First of the month, all right.

- Bye. - Bye!

Hi, Trimble!

Hello there!

He sure is a friendly man, isn't he?

Yeah, always sitting there. Always smiling.

I wonder when Hop he's going to get here.

Said he'd be along in two weeks.

He ought to be here any day now.

I'll sure be glad to see him through all this Texas dust.

Me too.

Watch this.

Who've done that?

Leave me alone.

Hi, handsome.

How are you, whiskers old timer?

Get your hands off me.

This particularly old porcupine can't take a joke.

You fellas are the new hands out of Lazy W, ain't you?

- It's too bad. - What's the matter with the Lazy W?

It ain't a healthy place to wood.

Too much lead poisoning out that way.

- How would you boys like to work for me? - What doing?

I could use riders sometimes. You won't get paid with the Lazy W.

We'll take a chance.

More chances than you figure.

Well, keep your ears filled, old timer.

When he was a kid, he blew the wings off butterflies just to see them wiggle.

It won't be long before he gets his ears pinned back.

- Deal me, Joe. - Okay.

- Service, please. - What's yours?

Milk.

Just milk?

Alcoholic indulgence would be epitome of the evils that permeate man's nature.

Milk.

If the customer wants milk, give him milk.

All right, boss.

- Thank you, sir. - How do you do, stranger?

I'm in the pink. Thank you.

I'm Ace Maxson. This is my place.

Lovely place too.

- This drink's on me. - Thank you.

- What are you selling? - Selling?

You're a drummer, ain't you?

A traveling salesman?

No, nothing so plebeian.

- Where are you from? - Boston.

- You mean Boston? - No. The O is pronunced R.

Boston, the capital of culture.

Out here we call it Beantown.

How quaint.

- Cheers. - Right.

- Why don't Hoppy get that bruiser? - He'll do in a minute.

You seem to be somewhat of a practical joker, Mr. Maxson.

You did that on purpose.

No, I apologize.

Apologize while you dance.

- I don't dance. - Go on, start dancing,

you broken beantown fool.

Come on.

Take it easy. Hoppy knows what he's doing.

Don't spoil everything.

- How do you do, Ms. Curtis? - Hello.

Hello.

You ride in to accept my offer for your ranch?

Not yet.

I'm expecting someone and I'm very late.

Have you seen a stranger? He'd be wearing city clothes.

I can't dance.

Cousin Jimmy.

- Is this really you? - Yes, what's left of me.

You good for nothing bully.

Pick on somebody that can defend himself.

- I... - Don't you dare talk back to me.

We didn't know who he was.

Is this the way you maintain law and order?

- We was only fooling. - Thank you, Mr. Trimble.

Always glad to be of service to a young lady whom I regard so highly.

This is my cousin, Mr. Corwin. Mr. Trimble.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

So you're Virginia.

How you've changed through the years.

So have you.

I didn't get your letter from Twin River until this morning.

- It's too bad you were delayed. - Yes.

Let's get out of here.

Good day.

- Have you two been here all the time? - Yes.

Standing around while my cousin was being abused?

How'd we know that dummy was your cousin?

- Yeah... - Hold your tongues.

Carlson and Rogers work for me at the Ranch.

They seem to be mentally deficient.

I've needed help so badly,

I had to take any old thing that looked like a man.

Get out of here.

- Are you all right? - Oh, yes.

Mentally deficient...

- Are you? - Maybe a little bit...

Just a minute.

Where's your luggage?

I left it at the stage depot.

Ran over and get my cousin's bags,

and you can go to the livery stable and get our horses.

Drive Mr. Corwin to the ranch.

- Yes, ma'am. - And hurry, Carlson.

I'm Rogers.

You can help me with my shopping.

Do you mind if I stay here? That dancing, my feet...

My poor archers are killing me.

- I'll be right back. - Don't hurry.

Mr. Corwin, still here?

Yes, my feet.

Yours ever bother you?

I always watch where I step.

I should imagine you'd have to at your business.

In this country, a man must have several irons in the fire.

Yes.

I understand you own half of the Lazy W.

Yes.

Where did you get your information?

Miss Virginia told me when I offered to take the Ranch off her hand.

I see.

How about you and me doing a little business?

- Now, that depends. - On what?

I might decide to settle here if I like the people and the country.

But the land is worthless.

Is that so?

Then why should you want it?

I wanted to help your cousin.

Ranching is no business for a girl like Virginia.

Since her father's death at the hand of those Night Riders,

she had a difficult time

- Think about it. - Yeah.

And if you do decide to sell, you'll find me easy to do business with.

I should imagine, yes. Goodbye.

Thanks, Rogers.

I'm Carlson.

Oh, yes.

- May I help you? - Don't bother.

It didn't take you long to get clubby with Trimble.

He seems like such a nice chap.

Does he? Please, get in.

- Aren't you going with us? - No, thank you.

I'll see you at the Ranch.

What did I do to make her sore?

You talk too long to the wrong people.

What's this all about, Hoppy?

- I'm Corwin. - Yeah, well, I'm Rogers.

I mean, he's Carlson. I mean...

This masquerading has got me all confused.

How's Mr. Corwin coming along?

He's doing fine.

He's going to have an awful fight on his hands when he gets here.

He's back at the bar 20 learning all about horses and guns.

He'll be ready when we warn him. Let's get out of here.

If this gentleman from Boston finds it unpleasant here,

it won't be too difficult to get our hands on the Lazy W.

- Corwin owns half of it. - Spur one half of a horse,

the other side has to go along. Rowbottom!

- Yeah? - Got a job for you and Sykes.

- Who? - Martindale.

Mr. Trimble, he's an honest man. He'll pay everything he owes.

That's the trouble.

But that ranch ain't worth a penny.

I don't understand.

Mr. Rowbottom, you're paid for poundage, not brains.

Have a drink.

Sure.

I'm glad to see both of you.

We hardly know you.

No wonder.

- What do you find out? - Very little.

Why do you suppose Trimble wants the Lazy W?

We'd like to know.

Got any idea who's the head of the Night Riders?

What's the matter?

When people around here talk about Night Riders, it's behind closed doors.

- We've heard them, though. - Yeah?

Hoppy, it scares the hell out of me.

We want to show you something.

- See over there? - Yeah.

- That's Satan's Garden. - That's the right name for it.

What about it?

That's where the Night Riders gather.

You've been in there?

Me? I wouldn't go there for a million dollars after what I heard.

Let's get out of here.

- That's them. - What do you mean?

- The Night Riders. - That's the noise they make.

- That's only a coyote. - That's what you think.

Whatever it is, it certainly got you two bloody jumping.

Is this Satan's Garden on the Lazy W. Ranch?

It takes most half the land.

Hold it.

If you were discussing my affairs with hired hands,

I'll thank you to wait and hear them from me.

Where's your horse?

- Nothing, I just thought... - Don't blame them, it was my fault.

- Hurry and get to the ranch. - Yes.

We'll go to that Satan's Garden first thing in the morning.

We will.

- Rogers. - Yes, ma'am?

- Have you seen my cousin? - No, ma'am.

Well, yes.

Make up your mind. Which is it?

Mr. Corwin went riding.

You had no business giving him a horse.

He said, seeing as he was half owner of this,

that ought to make him half boss.

- He's not even half a man. - That's what you think.

What'd you say?

He looked like the missing link, all dressed up like an undertaker.

- Which way did he go? - He went to town.

- And you let him go alone? - Carlson went with him.

See that he wouldn't fall off his horse.

Well, I'll find him.

Miss Virginia, that isn't the way to town.

You're not used to lying, Rogers.

My cousin should have rehearsed you more thoroughly.

I don't know why Mr. Corwin wants this patch of sand and stickers.

He didn't want it.

He loaned his relative some money, then took half of the Ranch's security.

He got stuck.

Looks that way.

He...

That's them, Hoppy. Them Night Riders.

- Night Riders? - Yeah.

Have they got fur?

That's about the boldest coyote I ever hope to see.

Doggone, that coyote. I'll fix him for scaring me.

Now you're too late.

I ain't, there's $5 bounty for that coyote.

Yeah.

If you bring back that coyote, I'll give you another $5.

- You will? - Yeah.

Wait here. I'll be right back with Mr. Coyote.

Watch your step.

Come back here!

All right. Get them up, boys.

And keep them there.

Drop your rifle.

Thank you.

Since you howl like coyotes, I should shoot you for your hides.

- Coyotes? - Coyotes don't howl in the daytime.

I don't suppose you know what I'm talking about.

No, we don't.

- Good morning. - What do you think you're doing?

These two gentlemen tried to kill me.

- Perhaps you know them. - They work for me.

They do?

Jeff and Al can shoot any trespasser on this part of the Lazy W property.

Since they didn't meet you last night, they didn't know who you are.

Well, I'm sorry.

You can loan my cousin your horse and ride double to the Ranch.

Yes ma'am.

- This stuff sure is sticky. - It sure is.

It won't come off.

- What happened to you? - I fell down.

You got that coyote?

It almost got me, it's full of coyotes.

- Too bad, Rogers. - Carlson.

- Yes. - Cousin Jimmy.

- Yes? - Come inside.

We are going to have a definite understanding.

Virginia, don't you think I should have a bath and get cleaned up first?

All right. But please, hurry.

Yes.

Bath?

Those things you take in a bathtub.

Oh, a bath.

Give me some of that.

Well, it's better this way.

- That certainly was a mess. - Sit down.

Yeah.

- Have you forgotten why you came here? - No.

I expected to take that matter up with you in a couple of days.

Right now, if you don't mind.

By the way, how are things back in Boston?

- Fine, fine. - Indeed.

And how are all the family?

Excellent, in fact never better.

And dear old Aunt Abigail?

- Splendid, splendid. - She is?

Except for a rheumatism that bothers her now and then.

If Aunt Abby has rheumatism, it's in her wings.

Yes, dear Aunt Abby certainly is a bird.

An Angel, I hope.

She died when I was nine.

She did.

Somebody should tell me these things.

Since you're an imposter, just who are you?

I don't really believe you'd use that thing.

Unless your explanation is satisfactory, I'd rather not.

Then maybe you better read this little note.

I'm sure you'll recognize your cousin's handwriting.

- He's been wounded. - Yes, on the stage holdup.

Then, this masquerade was his idea.

He thought I could learn more about this as James Corwin than as myself.

Then you're Hopalong Cassidy.

Everyone's heard of you.

Am I that notorious?

That famous.

After all the things you've done for people.

I realized you weren't my cousin right after I met you.

But when so many awful things happened, your father killed under your eyes.

You just don't know whom to trust.

That's why I sent for Jim Corwin.

About these two boys that work for you, Al and Jeff.

They're the only ones that stood by me through my trouble.

- You don't think...? - I don't know.

There's somebody around here willing to kill to get this land.

Did Mr. Trimble impress you as a man to be trusted?

Not exactly.

It's unfair to point suspicion without a particle of real proof.

But similar tragedies have happened to so many in this Valley.

People have been terrorized and tortured and burned out.

Those horrible Night Riders.

I know.

How do you connect Trimble with the Night Riders?

He always buys up the property of the victims.

Yet nothing ever seems to happen to him.

Odd, isn't it?

And he's been trying to get this place ever since your father was killed.

How did you know?

He tried to make a deal with me.

That's what I thought when I saw you talking with him.

Who else around here has he loaned money to?

There's a Mr. Martindale, a neighbor just a few miles west.

Martindale, we'll start with him.

By the way, have you anything around here I could use for riding clothes?

I don't want to wear my own.

There's some things which belong to dad.

I think he'd be very proud if Cassidy of the Bar 20 would wear them.

Thank you.

Here, John.

You can't put me off my own land, Sykes.

Ain't your land no longer.

Sorry, John, that's the law.

Mr. Trimble said we can take our own time paying.

We'll pay him next week.

Pay the 500 now, plus the 12% interest,

or start moving your stuff off in this land.

- But where can we go? - We won't leave.

Then I'll kick you out.

Listen...

John!

Keep your mouth shut. It's a court order.

I'm sorry to have to do this, John.

Don't do it!

Mother, mother!

- Are you hurt? - I'm all right.

You act like one of the dirty Night Riders that raided us.

Don't you shoot!

Don't!

Go, Jack.

It's the ranch.

- He's running away from the ranch. - Yeah.

All right, dear.

Take it easy, dear.

I just couldn't help, but I had to do it.

I know, dear.

- Stay where you are. - Take it easy, Mr. Martindale.

- Who are you? - I'm Corwin, from the Lazy W.

What do you want?

- To help you if I can. - We've had enough help.

This is what comes of it. Please, John, put down that gun.

What's happened here? Who is that?

Sykes, Deputy Sheriff.

He tried to evict us from our place.

We cleared this land, mister, before you were born.

We fought Indians and droughts trying to hang out of it.

Raised and buried our young ones here.

Much of anything, but it's ours.

When a man needs killing, he can always find somebody to do the job.

Only it wasn't Sykes that needed killing most.

- It was Trimble. - Trimble?

What's the matter?

- Lou Sykes has been killed. - Who did it?

John Martindale.

I'll go tell Al.

Tried to dig this well when they came.

You have any trouble digging in this well?

Always. Black gumbo keeps losing into the hole.

This is why Trimble wants your ranch and all the other land in the Valley.

- You mean the smelly stuff? - What is it good for?

There's a young fella in the east that can tell you.

He'll be the richest man in the world on account of it.

His name is Rockefeller.

John D.

Come to the house, I'd like to have a talk with you.

You know what do to.

Leave that to me. Nobody messes with my brother-in-law.

Best man we ever have for the job.

I don't know who'll get to take his place.

Why didn't you shoot that killer?

My nerves are all shook up.

Jellyfish with nerves.

They tried to gun a lifelong friend like me.

I get it. You'd rather be half shot than all shot.

Go the the Lazy W and tell Virginia what happened.

She'll take care of it.

- My husband... - Nothing will happen to him.

You're right. Here they come.

Take care of yourself, Mother.

Goodbye.

Do exactly as I told you.

That Sykes all right, he's dead.

Bring Martindale over here. We've got a job to do.

Get your rope over that limb.

Hi.

All right. All the way.

Come on.

I wouldn't do that if I were you, Mr. Maxson.

Your enthusiasm exceed your discretion.

I feel obliged to protest.

Well, if it ain't Mr. Corwin.

I wouldn't have known you all dressed up in a dead man's clothes.

So you recognize these clothes?

Perhaps you've seen them under similar circumstances.

I've heard that these things happen around here,

but under the cover of nights.

If you aim to stay, Corwin, shut your mouth.

You can't mind your neighbor's business in your own toe.

All the way.

You do that?

My friends do say I'm too impulsive.

I can't believe you did it.

Westerners seem to think you're the only ones that can handle these things.

We have shooting gallers in Boston.

One afternoon, I won three cigars.

Yeah, that was just a lucky shot.

You're probably right. I couldn't do that again in 100 years.

My goodness, this works almost too easily.

I really believe this thing is dangerous.

Don't you think you'd better abandon this idea?

I'm taking that killer into jail.

I'll surrender Mr. Martindale of jail.

You see, I'm his attorney.

Are you?

Brian Kevin Corwin, attorneys at Law, 19 Cross Street, Boston.

Don't do that.

Mr. Corwin.

Will you move over? So that I can get a clear shot.

Don't you boys think you'd better get going?

This thing makes me awfully nervous.

Wow.

Mr. Maxson, as a dancer, you make me appear amateurish.

Get going!

Something's always happened to take the fun out of life.

My arches.

That flathead is not lawyer. It's in the cards.

It's in this card anyway.

If he's Martindale's lawyer,

what happens to us when the case comes before the court?

Play safe.

Take care of Corwin in the usual way.

Without Sykes, how?

That's another problem. He'll be hard to replace.

Mr. Trimble, we weren't able to uncover a thing.

Corwin is making fools out of all of you. Where is he now?

In the courthouse.

I'll find out if he actually is an attorney.

He won't make a chunk out of me.

Why don't you look where you're going?

- Whom do you think you're talking to? - Nolan, come here.

- Hello, Ace. - Hey.

Where'd you blew in from, Sam?

That's a hard luck. I'm thirsty and broke.

I will soon take care of that. Jack! Sit down.

What happened?

He's following me up north.

Hope to meet up with him some day.

Looks like you've been throwing nothing but deuces.

They figured they'd hang me in Albuquerque, but I fooled them.

You can't keep me in jail. I got friends.

Sure you have.

Want a job?

Doing what?

Night work.

You know me, a job is a job.

It pays the right price?

- How do you do, Ms. Curtis? - Hello.

- Where's your cousin? - Talking to his client.

I hear he has been doing quite a lot of riding around this Valley.

He's been checking up on foreclosed property,

finding out who took over the repossessions and why and how.

Well, I have business with him.

How are you, counselor?

- What? - Counselor.

I'm fine, thank you. Good day.

By the way, I understand you're representing Martindale.

Yes. Very interesting case, with great possibilities.

- We'll be opposing legal counsel. - Oh, really?

So you're to be the prosecutor?

- Yes. - How convenient that'll be for the court.

- Is that an innuendo? - Oh, no.

It isn't ethical to get personal before we beat the field of battle.

Mr. Corwin, I'm handling a case in which I'd appreciate

- the opinion of a fellow barrister. - Yes.

How would you interpret a replevin?

Replevin?

- I'll look it up. - Don't you know?

Most any good attorney could define a replevin.

Do so.

- Now? - Why not?

Yes.

A replevin.

Oh, yes.

How one does forget that college boy stuff?

Yes.

A replevin is a legal remedy which enables a person

to recover personal property taken wrongfully or unlawfully.

He will return the goods or property

and dispute once more into the hands of the injured party.

Our firm just won a refluvin action in Pennsylvania.

One concerning some oil land.

Did you say oil?

Yes, that's the stuff they burn in lamps.

Of course, after they refine it.

Then you know something about oil?

Only what I've learned through representing a man named Rockefeller.

He's one of my most esteemed clients.

Well, thank you. Goodbye.

See you in court, counselor.

I thought he had you.

So did I have for a minute.

How do you know the answer to that replavin thing?

How'd you know?

Remember the lawsuit at the Bar 20 about two years ago?

That was all about a replavin action.

- Well, let's go to the ranch. - Fine.

- I was looking for you, Trimble. - Yeah?

I found the man to take Sykes' place.

Nolan here. We're lucky.

Yeah, come here.

What's the matter? You look shaky.

So would you if you saw millions slipping through your fingers.

Who's that?

That's the lawyer from Boston who's making it so hot for us.

He don't fool me in that outfit.

That's Hopalong Cassidy forming a Bar 20 up in the territory.

You're mistaken.

Not about the man who did this to me.

That's the fellow they call Hoppy?

That's him.

And I promised Cassidy something.

You ride tonight. Come on.

Hi, men.

Howdy.

Howdy.

- What about Cassidy? - His claws are cut.

He's alone except for the woman.

When we get there, nobody makes a move until I give the signal.

Before daylight tomorrow, we'll wind up Mr. Cassidy's masquerade.

Let's go.

Rowbottom was issued warrants for this.

Cassidy has been deputized to serve them.

- How do you know? - They tipped me off.

We'll take care of Rowbottom.

Let's ride out Satan's Garden.

Nolan should be there by daylight to report.

You've been working all night.

Good morning.

I had to get this job finished.

Now your cousin will be able to free Martindale.

Everything is here in black and white and they're all certified records.

Everything should be easy for Corwin.

Jimmy should be meeting him about now at the junction.

Bet you'd be glad to see him.

I sure will.

What are these?

Those are warrants for Trimble and his men.

Marshall didn't dare serve them, so he deputized me to form a posse.

California's out now rounding them up.

You're an odd man, Cassidy.

With all the things you've done for others, you want nothing for yourself.

I don't know.

I get something out of it.

I understand, Hoppy.

I shall always remember and be grateful.

How about you get some sleep?

You never quite know when those Night Riders are going to strike.

Forget about those Night Riders.

We'll be able to handle them once they do come.

About morning. You'd better get some rest.

There they are.

Riders.

See that those shutters are closed.

They are.

- This is empty. - Look, vaults!

Jeff was fooling around here when you was washing up for supper.

Oh, if I'd only listened to you.

- Open up, Cassidy. - Sam Nolan.

Yes, it's me, Cassidy. Sam Nolan.

Thought I was in jail in Albuquerque? Maybe hung by now.

They can't keep me in jail. I got friends.

- Open it up. - Come on, get these things out.

No matter what happens, get them into your cousin's hands.

Take this.

Come on.

- Hoppy, I won't let you... - Come on, hurry.

Get them up.

Get back. I'll take care of him.

Just me. See? No one else.

Get out.

Get those hands behind you.

Shooting arm's gone bad. You did that, remember?

You had it coming to you.

What'd I tell you the day you shot me?

You said we'd probably meet again.

Well, here we are.

You sweating, Cassidy?

- Wait a minute... - Stay where you are.

Get those hands behind you. Get back.

Why don't you get it over with?

I'm waiting for you to beg me not to kill you.

I imagine that won't do much good now.

I'm not so sure about that.

When a man's dead, nothing hurts no more.

There must be something that hurts worse than just killing.

Cassidy.

You and I are going to look just like twins.

A slug in the right place is going to do it.

Now, if you want to live, raise that right arm.

Come on!

We've got to get him now!

Hoppy!

Hoppy!

- Are you all right? - Sure, but look who's here.

- Virginia. - Jimmy.

It looks like we missed the excitement.

There ain't nothing happened yet.

The men behind all this are still unpunished.

Our chances of catching them are pretty slim.

They'll light out for the border.

Mr. Cassidy, Mr. Cassidy!

- What is it? - Somebody give me a drink.

What is it?

They are waiting for Nolan at Satan's Garden.

They almost got me. You can catch them there if you hurry.

Good work, Marshall.

We'll find out what you learned at the bar 20. Come on!

Thanks.

Water?

- Where's Sam Nolan? - Cassidy got him.

Let's get out of here.

- Take some men and get around back. - All right.

All right.

Get them up!

Give me that thing.

Night Riders, a bunch of coyotes.

Get them up.

Get them up!

Hi, Corwin.

Trimble, don't go through there!

Trimble!

Don't go through there!

Trimble!

Help!

Help!

Help!

- All ready? - All set, Hoppy.

Good.

Corwin, you've decided to stay in Texas?

Yes. At least until the engineers get here to appraise Virginia's oil holdings.

That's fine. Hold onto this land, never sell Texas short.

What's under the ground may someday be more important

to America than what's above it.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye, Hoppy.

- And thank you. - You're welcome.

- So long. - Goodbye, Hoppy.

- Bye. - Goodbye.

- Bye. - Come, Carlson.

I'm Rogers.