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The Legion had been a 16-letter high school ath¬ lete. He won the light-heavyweight boxing championship of Hawaii (he grew up there), set five world rec¬ ords as an Olympic swimmer and made 170 movies. He had been Tar- zan, Billy the Kid, Flash Gordon and Buck Rogers—but never a Legion¬ naire. A Legionnaire and a boy could make a fine TV show, he decided. From the beginning, Cuffy was for it. “Let’s go,” he demanded when his father first divulged his plans to following action from a car on tracks. Cuffy, his mother and his two sisters in their Mamaroneck, N.Y., home. “I just got to get a ride on a camel!” At Rabat, Crabbe found much un¬ rest between Arabs and French. Un¬ deterred, he went ahead with plans to use real Legionnaires and Arabs— Cuffy spends spare time with friends. | not actors—then moved on to the Legion’s headquarters at Sidi bel Abbes. Here Cuffy had his camel ride. “How was it?” Crabbe asked when his son returned to their hotel. “All right,” Cuffy said. “When are we gonna get lost in a sandstorm?” Crabbe and Cuffy moved into the desert for action shots and—sure enough—they got lost. “We weren’t in any danger,” says Crabbe, “but there we were—sur¬ rounded by sand—and all I could think about was how nice it would be to be back in New York, on my old TV show, teaching housewives how to take off weight.” By bearing due west, Crabbe’s party reached an Arab village. “Well,” Crabbe asked Cuffy, “how’d you like getting lost in the desert?” “All right,” said Cuffy. “When are you gonna teach me how to shoot one of those Arab rifles?” Crabbe and his gang shot the 39- episodes of Captain Gallant in nine months, weathered a couple of sand¬ storms and a flash flood that wiped out their hotel in Zagora. Eventually, Cuffy became an acceptable camel- rider and a marksman with a desert rifle. And finally, father and son were aboard a liner, outward bound from Rabat. “Well,” said Crabbe, “how did you like it?” “All right,” said Cuffy. “When are we gonna shoot some elephants?”