Presenting the transcription feature, Superman. Up in the sky, look. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Superman, champion of the weak and the oppressed, valiant fighter for truth and justice, who is faster than an airplane, stronger than a locomotive. He comes from interstellar space, but who walks the Earth as a man among men disguised as Miles Clark Kent, news reporter for the Daily Planet. When we last saw him, Superman, as Clark Kent, was about to leave for Boulder City, far out into Buffalo Hills, where a national monument was to be dedicated in one week's time. As he received his assignment, an unexpected visitor appeared, and the person of Aza Haack, elderly scientist and photographer, said that he, too, planned a trip to Buffalo Hills. But even as he stood at the window of Editor White's office, a shot crashed through the glass, barely missing him. Following the line of the bullet, Superman leaped into the darkness and traced it to an empty loft across the street. In the struggle that followed, the unknown rifleman was killed, gasping out the names of Pete Florey, Western Badman, and Al J. Carson, reformed governor of the Western state in which the monument would be dedicated. As our story continues, two days have passed. The train carrying Kent Aza Haack is roaring westward. At a small way station, not far from Boulder City, two men awaited passing. One of them is Dutchie Gann, a member of the Florey's gang. The other is Florey himself. Here's the whistle. So, here he is. Come along, Dutchie. Down to the end of the platform. Don't forget the suitcase. Don't worry. And don't throw it around like that. That pineapple in there that would blow you sky high. Listen, what you got against this newspaper guy? What's his name, Kent? Not much. I haven't heard much about him. But what legal I hear is plenty. Look what he did to Dinelli. You can't do that? So I'm told. Maybe it was luck and maybe it was. But whatever it was, we don't want no party without him. Not till we get through with cars. When's it coming off, Pete? Midnight tonight. When they ain't looking for nothing, that's why I would have knocked these guys off first. Who's the other one? The other guy is an old bird by the name Hatch. He was out here once before. What he did was plenty. Plenty what? Plenty crop. You'll know if he meant it or not, but that will make no difference. This time, I ain't picked no chance. Here she comes. What about it now, Pete? Come on, come on. Back to the salt grass. Get down. Down, Dutchie. So. Now listen. She's slowing down, all right. Over up the suitcase. Handle it easy. There, there. What do I do? You ride the rods. Fix pineapple under car 384. Go as far as island. Falls. Then get off and meet me in Boulder's seat. Here comes the dust. Watch yourself, Pete. I can't see a thing. You watch the cars. Count the numbers. There, there she is. That's 384. Now then, Dutchie, quick, quick. No one see you in dust. Run, run. Get on board rods. Make it good and tight. Quick, quick. Okay, Pete. So long. Oh, quite all right, thank you. I'm a natural-born traveler, Mr. Kent. Is your lemonade sweet enough? Just me. For your health. As we say, down the hatch. The Acer hatch. Ha, ha, ha, ha. Thank you. Well, that's why so risked out. It didn't stay long at this place. What's the name of it? I don't know. Now, wait. Here comes the station. Wait a minute now. Little forks. Little forks. Well, it's little enough, but I don't see the forks. They're in the water when there is any water. Which there isn't right now. Boy, look at that dust. Too bad for tramps, eh, Mr. Kent? If there are any tramps. Yes, I'm just as glad I'm riding the chair cars and not the rods. Well, how about some more lemonade, eh? No, thank you. One's enough. Oh, my word. You'll certainly crank it down. Yes, as I was saying before, Mr. Kent, I very soon decided that the law was not for me, so I went into taking pictures and there I've been ever since. Well, you must have done a bit of traveling here and there, haven't you? Oh, yes, yes, here and there, here and there. In fact, the last time I was out at Boulder City, a good many years ago, that was, I had a very curious experience. Would you like to hear about... Um, I say, would you like to hear about it? Huh? At what? I said, would you like to hear about my experiences the last time I was in Boulder City? Oh! I beg your pardon. Oh, my dear fellow, you're suddenly absorbed. Is anything the matter? Mr. Hatch, do you hear anything? Hear anything? Yes. Oh, I know, only the usual click of the wheels. Do you? Listen. Directly under us, isn't there a sort of metallic clinking? Wait. Well, my dear fellow, it's probably some tramp he's changing his false teeth. No, no, no, really. Listen, my dear kid, I don't hear a thing, and if I did, why bother? Oh, funny. I don't hear it now myself. Oh. Well, sir, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll just drop in on the smoking car. Would you care to come along? No, thank you. No, I should read a bit and then take a nap. All right. Well, I won't be long. Back in ten minutes. Take your time. Take your time. We don't get to Boulder City until he met. All right. Mighty queer, if you ask me. I could have sworn there was someone under the car making an adjustment with tools. I wonder whether Superman should investigate. Ah, there it is again. There is someone. He's under this car. He's riding the rods, but that isn't all. That isn't all he's doing. I think I'll have a look at this. If someone took a shot at Hatch back east, it's just barely possible he might be trying something else right now. Ah, I'll open this door. Leave it open so I can get back in again. Now then, that does it. Out we go. Out over the train. And up. I'll just drop down and skim along under the cars or right alongside. Down we go. Down. And right next to the train. Down. Henderson, dust. Ah, let's see. Nobody back there. Now then, this is the car we were in, Hatch and I. Ah, there is someone there. There's a tramp on the rods. And he's doing something. Well, we'll soon yank him out of that. Hey there. Hey. What's that? Where'd it come from? I'm seeing things. Come out of that. Come on. I'm going crazy. There's a guy flying along with the train. Ow! Ow! You want me to come in there and get you? All right. How do you like this? No! No, don't. Don't. Leave me alone. I'll fall. I'll go under the wheel. No, you won't. Let go. Quick. That's it. Now, come along with me. Out we go. And up. Up and away. Hey, what are you doing? Where are you taking me? Just for a ride. Don't be frightened. What were you doing under that car? Nothing. Honest. But you're not honest. That's just the trouble. Quick now. What were you doing? I tell you, I wasn't doing nothing. I was just riding the rods. I got on a little for. What's your name? Dutchie. Dutchie Gans. Look, Dutchie. See that lake right below us? I'm dropping down to it. Down. Down. Dropping down to it, Dutchie. And I'm dropping you right into it. What were you doing under that train? Nothing. I wasn't doing nothing. All right. Down you go, Dutchie. Don't let me down. Oh, no. Oh, I won't let you drown. Not yet. You're going ashore, Dutchie. Come on. Quick. Oh. Now, what were you doing under that train? Quick. Unless you want another man. No. No way. No way. It was Flores. Pete Flores. Flores. What do you mean? He made me do it. He made me fix a bomb. A bomb? Under that train? Yeah. He's after the governor covering a car tonight. What about that bomb? When's it going off? Right away. When the train leaves, Island Falls. Hey. Hey, wait. Wait. No time to wait now. I'm leaving you here, Dutchie. Get back any way you can. I've got to catch that train. Up. Up. Porter. Porter. Yes, sir? What was that station we just stopped at? That station? Yes, sir. That was Island Falls. Faster. Ah, there she is. Just pulling out of that junction. If that Island Falls, got the catcher now or it's too late. Down. Down. Under that car. 384. That's where he was. Ah, there's the bomb. Half a second more. Got to get in there and tear it loose. If it explodes, it'll blow that car to pieces. Now then. Tear loose. Ah. Ah. Got it. Made it. And off it goes. Down into the river. Just in time. By the way, did you hear that loud explosion a moment ago? It rattled the window. Yes. Yes, I heard it. I think it was blasting. Blasting down by the river. Oh. Uh, tell me something, Mr. Hatch. That fellow, Flores, would he have it in for you in any way? Flores, Kent? Yes, Flores. Yes, would he have it in for you and Governor Carson? Well, since you asked me, Kent, yes, he would. Very definitely, he would have it in for both of us. Why? And when does this train get to Boulder City? Fairly soon now, if we're on time. What made you ask? Nothing. Except that I think we might make a call on the governor, Mr. Hatch. Tell him what happened in, well, back east. Indeed, Kent. You really think that, Amy? I do, sir. And I'll tell you something else, too. I hope we are on time. What does Aza Hatch know or suspect? What danger threatens Governor Carson in Boulder City at the hands of Peter Flores and his gang? And can Clark Kent or Superman reach the governor in time to ward it off? Tune in next time and follow the story. Up in the sky! Look! It's a bird! Superman! Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Action Comics magazine. Oh, Vorp Chamberlain! I'm sorry! But when you want it, I'm sorry, maybe it's not nice. That'd be good. I'll tell you. Now, I'm sorry... How true is Dawn as me? arken when we want it, tell us by our end and we're bringing us to the Canadians in advance today. You want to return
