Boy's Cinema (1939-40)

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U'Mry Tuesday Thrill to the stirring chapters of this new Universal serial of the days when the West rocked to the blazing guns of the intrepid Frontiersmen and Settlers ^vho waged war on Redskins and Renegades READ THIS FIRST Jrff Sriilt mid l)i ml ii-ikkI Hawkins, rfdonbt- able froiitii ifiiif II, .si I out on bihiilf <ij the U.S. Gorvniiiii III to iiivixtigate thi: aclivHitx of a iiiysli riiiiix iirijiiiiisaiion whiih ix tidit O/i pri rr iiliiiii mlllirx jioin rrac/iiiii/ Oitijmi. Arliia/h/ t/ial ortianixiition coiitriiU tin: jut- trade ill tfir iiorlh-ircxti I'll trrriturii.i oj the United S/cilfs, ilK chief rrprrKentativc beinij Sam Miii(i<iii. who is located at a remote townxhip kiiiiirii rix C/earwalir. A leagoii train nj immi(jrants headed by a man named John Mason is wending its way towards (■learwat( r. The wa(/on boss of thi.s column is Hull Brai/t/, secretly in the pay of Morgan, and in eompnny with a gang oj cronies, Bragg dois his best to destroy the train. He Is foilid and exposed by Jefj and Dead wood, but with the aid oj a party of Shoshone Indians he succeeds in escaping justice. Later Sam Morgan instructs a band of his hirelings to stampede a big drove of cattle belonging to the Mason column, hoping that the wagon train, will be wiped out by the onrush of the steers. Now Read On THUNDERING HOOFS OUT at the wHgon camp to the east of Cleaiwater. John Mason and his fellow- immigrants were making final preparations to resume their trek towards Oregon—pre- parations that were supervised by Jeff Scott and Deadwood Hawkins. Following tlie death of the man known as Luke Schaeft'er, the two scouts had seen nothing for it but to return to the encamp- ment and get the column "under way," and the prairie schooners and their attendant out- riders were ranged up in readiness for the westward nuirch when Jeff and Deadwood were accosted by a lad mounted on a diinimi- tive pinto. The boy was little Jimmie Clark, the orphaned youngster who was travelling with the wagon train. "Say, Jeff." Jie queried anxiously, "have you or Deadwood seen anything o' Miss Margaret? Mr. Mason can't find lier no- where, an' he's awful worried about her." "He is?"' said Jeff". "Well, you go tell Mr. Mason that his daughter is all right. She took that pony of hers to the black- smith's forge Ui liave one of tlie eritter's shoes fixed, and she'll join up with us as we're pulling through town." Visibly relieved, young Jimmie Clark turned to ride back towards the lear of the column, and shortly afterwards the contin- gent of settlers were on the move, tlic prairie schooners rolling forward cumber- somely, the e.scorting , horsemen trotting alongside the vehicles. Astride their broucs, Jeflp and Deadwood spurred to the head of the procession and took their places a little in advance of the foremost wagon. Then, slackening the pace of their steeds to a canter, they led the way in the direction of Clearwater's main street, which was lined with citizens who had turned out to watch the immigrants stream through The town's principal thorough fa i-e was in full view of Jeff and Deadwood from end to end, and beyond it they could see the western trail reaching upward to the brow of a low ridge. They knew that somewhere on the other side of that ridge the cattle belonging to the Mason outfit had been rounded up by herds- men of the train, and they likewise knew that the punchers had been instructed to await BOY'S CINEMA the column on the open road and fall in behind it with the beeves. Yet that arrangement was not destined to be carried out, for scarcely had Jeff and Deadwood and the leading wagons entered Clearwater when a connnotion arose from the far side of the hill west of the town. It was a din made up of the blatter of gunplay, the shrill yawps of men and the bellowing of frightened steers: and even as Jeff Scott and r)eadwood Hawkins drew rein abiuptly the crest of the upland beyond Clearwater became alive witfi a surging mob of stampeding cattle. Oyer the rim of the- slope swept those panic-stricken beeves, and, a thousand strong, charged straight down the incline towards Clearwater in a vast cloud of dust set up by their hammering feet. For a moment the citizens who lined Clear- water's principal thoroughfare renuTined mute and motioules-s, as if paralysed by the spectacle of the oncomitig herd. Then .suddenly a scared outcry went up, and next instant the townsfolk were dispersing con- fusedly, fleeing from the main street and vanishing into the bvvvavs that hranclietl from it. Meanwhile, JefF had wheeled around to front the column of immigrants, who had straggled to an uncertain halt, aiul with a tense e.xpression on his handhonie face he shouted a series of stentorian commands. "Get back!" he roared. "Get back out of town and scatter! Quick, turn those wagons! Get out of the track of that herd!" His orders were repeated by I he outriders of the train and st)read to the rear of the procession with the rapidity of wildfire. In no time that part of the column which had r.ot yet entered Clearwater had been swung right-about, and wagoners and horsemen had broken formation to strike off north and south. EPISODE 8:— THE NIGHT RAIDERS Those teamsters wluj had already penetrated to the town were uiuible to obey Jeff so promptly, however. Cleaiwater's main street was none too wide, and the men in charge of the prairie schooners there had difficulty in bringing their trace-horses round. For thirty p)<>cioiis Seconds the eastern end of the thoroughfare was a .scene of dire con- fusion, and disoider might have continued to prevail but fo)- the efforts of Jeff, Deadwood and a handful of outriders whom they mustered. Between them the two scouts and these outriders managed to help the wagoners in the street to turn their teams, and the last of the imperilled schooners had been fetched round in an easterly direction when Deadwood suddenly clutched Jeft" by the wrist. "Look!" he blurted. He wa-s pointing up the thoroughfare, and following his exteiuled arm, .Jeff' at once per- ceived the figure of a girl who was mounted on a restive pony and who had issued from a side-road. The girl was Maigaret Mason, and fre-h from the local snu'lhy, she was in the path of the stampeding herd of steers which were now thundering into Clearwater at the western end of the town's main street. More- over, it was plain that her horse had taken fright at sight of the onrushing cattle, for it was curvetting and plunging inicontroll- ably. Jeff had hardly set eyes on Margaret, indeed, when the terrified pony came up on its liind legs with a jerk that threw her out of the saddle. Then, leaving the girl huddled in the centre of the rutted thorough- fare, it spun around and dashed back into the byway from which it had emerged. In another moment Jeff was urging his cream-white bionc towards John Mason's daugliter, and as he clapped his heels to the Hanks of the stallion he called to Deadwood over his shoulder. "Beat it out of town!" he enjoined. "I'll take care of Miss ^largaret ! Get some of the boys tog<>ther and sec if you can round up those cattle when they hit the open prairie !" Ahead of him the girl who had been tin- Janaary ilth, 1940.