Best broadcasts of 1939-40 (1940)

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BEST BROADCASTS OF 1939-40 that Pete Brogan and a couple of his men were at that very moment talking on the trail . . . Sound. — Background of clumps in place. Pete. — Soyuh picked this hombre up yesterday after we raided the town, eh ? Snead. — That’s right, Pete! An’ we ain’t let him git out from under our gunsights since then. We ain’t takin’ no chance with this gent. Ranger. — What do you want of me ? Pete. — Why’ re you so interested in my business ? Ranger. — Because I want to find a way to smash you and your gang! Pete. — Wall ( Chuckles ) A right outspoken gent, ain’t yuh? Ranger. — Yo’re running things with a pretty high hand, Pete, but you won’t go on much longer. Pete. — No? An’ maybe you’re figgerin’ tuh stop me! I heard it said that that was what was on yer mind. Ranger. — Yes, it is. Pete. — ( Chuckles ) Purty big plans. If yuh cain’t git the best of two of my men, an’ not two of the best ones either, jest how d’yew figger on gittin’ the best of the hull pack of us ? Ranger.— That can be done, Brogan. Snead. — Brogan, he’s got a pal o’ some sort that he figgers on trailin’ us! Pete. — What? Snead. — Yeah, we figgered yuh’d want tuh git the pal as well, so that uz why we kept quiet when we seen what he was doin’ ! Pete. — What uz he doin'? Snead. — Wal, it uz yesterday when we got him, yuh know. We rid all night gittin’ this far. Pete. — Yeah? 286