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Together, they investigated a man named Eric Larson, whom Batman suspected because Robin's testimony had sent him to prison. Batman and Superman had just discovered that Larson had cleverly escaped from prison when they were advised that Robin, whose real name is Dick Grayson, had been with Jim Olsen when they were both seized and spirited away in a car. Now, with both Superman and Batman unaware of his and Jim's whereabouts, young Grayson, his hands bound tightly behind him, lies on the floor of a bungalow on the outskirts of Metropolis. Eric Larson, a hollow-cheeked man with deep-set, burning eyes, chuckles mirthlessly in response to a question about Jim. Then he speaks. Taken care to see that Olsen will not be able to describe me to the police. Now when... You mean you killed Jim? I don't have to draw you a diagram, Grayson. But... But he never did anything to... Thanks, neither here nor there. You, my young friend, are important to me. It is for this moment that I endured five long years in state prison. Yes, five years of prisoner behind bars. That was too good for you. Why, you... You should have gone to the chair for murdering my mother and father. You can never prove that. Maybe not. But I did prove you blackmailed them until you bled them dry of money. Yes. Yes, you did. And for that, I swore to get you. Going to make you pay heavy for the time I spent behind those gray stone walls. If the police don't track you down and take you back where you belong first. Not a chance, son. Not a chance. No? Well, smarter crooks than you have been tripped up by the police. Don't forget that. You're smarter, perhaps, but not so careful. Oh, yeah? What makes you so cocksure? Because, Master Grayson, I am legally dead. What? That's right. I don't suppose there's any harm in telling you now that through the use of a certain oriental drug, I fooled the prison authorities in pronouncing me dead. Then after I was buried in the prison cemetery, I was removed by a friend. And here I am, ready for revenge. Oh, but they'll catch on. Somebody will find out. Batman, my friend Bruce Wayne, will find out. He'll manage to... You're whistling in the dark, Grayson. You're squirming. And that does my heart good. The only trouble is there's not much time left for me to enjoy your performance. Because in just a short while, I expect Mr. Marsh to arrive. Mr. Marsh? And when he comes, the curtain falls on your performance. Why? Who's Mr. Marsh? You'll know soon enough. So stop saying your prayers. Please, Mr. Wayne, relax. We're doing everything we can to find young Grayson. Well, I'm sure you are, Inspector. But I tell you, we'll never get anywhere unless you put out a dragnet for Eric Larson. Now, look, let's be sensible. What's the point in looking for a dead man? The point is, as I told you before, Clark, Ken, and I are both convinced that Larson's alive. That Larson affected a prison break through the use of an oriental drug that causes suspended animation. Causes death. Ah, poppycock. Just a moment. That's my phone. Yes, Haley? Don't be cat fit. How did he... What's that? A kid. What's happening, Inspector? Come on, Wayne. Yeah? Yeah, go ahead, Haley. Yeah, it does it there. Sure. Did you call the river patrol? I see. Well, there's a kid caught in the rocks at Horseshoe Bend, Wayne. The head of the fort. Yeah, he's about 16 years old, Haley says. As near as they can judge with binaculars. He can't hold on much longer, and they can't get a rope to him. A skinny youngster with ginger hair, freckled. Well, that sounds like Jim Oates. Yeah. Come on. Come on, I'm going out there. Jupiter, maybe... Maybe, Dick... Inspector, wait. Huh? We've got to call Clark Kent. Well, why do you want to bother about Kent? What can he do? You'd be surprised. Look, he's up at the state prison. Talking with Warden Hobbs. Please have someone call him, Inspector, and tell him what happened. Okay, I'll tend to it on the way out. Let's go. This man, Wilfred Ellis, is the only visitor Larson had during his stay in prison, Warden Hobbs. He's the only one shown on the records, Kent. And Ellis must be the one who brought him the drug and perhaps helped him escape. Are you still harping on that drug, Kent? Yes, I am, Warden. Because I'm convinced he's alive. But we won't waste time arguing. I've got to find him. And when I do, I'll find Jim Olsen and Dick Grayson. But I've got to work fast. Would you give me the address of this Wilfred Ellis, please? Of course. Here it is on his visitor's card. The Great American and International Circus. Did you say circus? That's right. Why? Nothing. Only Larson used to be ringmaster of a circus and Dick Grayson's parents were performers in the same outfit. Is that so? Yes. This sounds like a hot lead, Warden. Now all I've got to do is find out where the Great American and International Circus is playing. Wait till I answer the phone, Kent. No time to wait, Warden. Many thanks for the information. So long. Well, you're wasting your time, Kent, but good luck. Thanks. See you again. Warden Hobbs speaking. Yes, man. Well, he just left my office. Is it important? Yeah, very. Just a minute. Maybe I can still get him. Hold on. He must move like the wind. Then I'll catch him at the main entrance. Kent just left my office in a great hurry. So he must be at your gate now. Will you step out? He's not sure. Yes, sir. Where in blazes did he get to? Scratches his head, unaware that Clark Kent as Superman is by this time rocketing through the skies to pursue his latest clue, still unaware of the latest development at Horseshoe Falls, where Batman and his guise of Bruce Wayne has just arrived with Inspector Henderson. Standing on a bank of the river bend, Wayne pokes a pair of binoculars across the swift flowing water to a mass of black, jagged rocks 100 yards away at the head of the rushing, tumbling falls. There, clinging to one of the rocks at the very brink of the foaming cascade, Wayne's sees a small, thin figure. For a split second, he peers at the figure, then gasps to Henderson. Inspector, that is Jim Olsen. Jim Olsen? Yes, I'm sure of it. Suffering catfish. Here, let me have those glasses, Wayne. Here you are. Sergeant Healy, why doesn't that police board shoot a rope out to him? They've been trying to, but the poor kid can't let go his hole in the rock long enough to reach for it. If he does, he'll be swept over the fall. Yes, Jim, all right. Say, how'd he ever get out there? I don't know, Inspector. Can't that board work in closer and send a swimmer out with a rope? The current's too strong for the boat to get any closer, Mr. Wayne. And any swimmer'd be pulled over the falls before he could reach the rock. Well, I know one who won't. What do you mean? Say, why are you taking your shoes off? What do you suppose? I'm going in after Jim. What are you nuts? Oh, don't you be drowned. Maybe not. Anyhow, something's got to be done to help Jim. He can't hang on much longer. But you won't have a chance in that water, Wayne. Listen, Inspector. Contact that police board and tell them to shoot a rope out ahead of me. I'll drive it, tie it around my waist, and carry it out to Jim. Then they can pull us both back in. No, wait. Come on, now. Stop, Wayne. Don't. Wayne. Shouting vainly, Inspector Henderson and Sergeant Healy watch with horrified admiration as Bruce Wayne, who was really Batman, begins a seemingly futile fight with a powerfully rushing current which reaches for him with hungry, cruel fingers. We'll see what happens to him in a moment when we return for the tense climax of today's episode. So stand by. 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And then, there are those 18 bright colored comic buttons, each with a famous comic strip character to pin on your beanie cap or your jacket. So, get busy collecting all three kinds of those wonderful prizes. Ask Mom to get you a package of Kellogg's Pep next time she goes shopping. Swimming powerfully, a rope from the police boat tied around his waist, Bruce Wayne, who is really the famous Batman, has fought his way through the swiftly surging river to the jagged black rocks at the head of Horseshoe Falls, to one on which Jimmy Olsen clings with his last ounce of strength. Now, as Inspector Henderson and Sergeant Healy watch from the riverbank with baited and breath, Wayne throws an arm around the exhausted Jimmy, braces himself against a rock, lifts his other arm and a signal to the police tug to tow him and his burden and... He made it! Never saw anything like that, Inspector. Look, he's got Olsen. They're starting to pull him toward the boat. I see that. Man, that Wayne is terrific. And they call him a playboy. Playboy or not, he's got what it takes, all right. Say, why don't they pull him in faster? Eh, they've got to be careful not to snap the rope. Lots of jagged rocks here. Sharp as racing. You see? They're trying to keep the line clear, the rocks. Yeah. I don't like the way the rope's cutting across that one. Holy honey, Inspector! Look! The rope broke! Great heaven! They'll be swept over the falls! Swim, Wayne! For Pete's sake, swim away! Oh, no, you say heaven got a chance! Not a most of a chance! Aghast, Inspector Henderson and Sergeant Healy watches Bruce Wayne, still clinging to the limp-exhausted Jimmy Olsen, struggles to fight his way out of the hissing, white-boiling angry water, which stubbornly sweeps them on toward the very brink of the Rocky Falls. But Superman is yet unaware of their predicament. Can anything save Batman and Jimmy now? 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