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While covering a routine story of a drought in the farming area of Freeville, Lois Lane, reporter for the Metropolis Daily Planet, mysteriously disappeared. Fred Leonard, editor and publisher of the little local paper, told Clark Kent that a group of war veterans who had taken homesteads nearby and who were facing ruin because of the drought had been robbing and pillaging. And Leonard hinted that the veterans might have seized Lois to prevent her from wiring the stories of their vandalism to the Daily Planet. As Superman, Kent searched the farms of the veterans, and finding nothing, returned to Freeville, where he questioned Abner Sykes, the elderly telegrapher, whom he suspected of knowing more than he would admit. As they were talking, the door of the little telegraph office opened, and Lois staggered in, falling in a dead paint in Kent's arms. As we continue now, Kent has placed her on a chair and, with Abner Sykes, is trying to revive the girl reporter. Listen. Lois, rub her hands, Mr. Sykes. I am rubbing them. Doesn't seem to have been injured. You must have suffered some shock. Told her to go back to Metropolis. Lois, talk to me. Told you to go, too. Oh, stop that nonsense. Lois. Ain't nonsense. You'll be sorry. Doesn't seem to be coming around. Where's the nearest doctor, Mr. Sykes? Up, Bedloe. Office over the bank. Well, get him on the phone, please. Tell him to rush right over here. Okay. Now, wait a minute. Maybe... Yes, I think she's coming, too. Good. Quick, get me a glass of water, please. Already got it on the bench with your hand there. Oh, oh, yes. Thanks. Easy, Lois. Wait a minute now. Drink this. Come on. Don't try to talk yet. Drink this water. That's it. Wait a minute. Hold your head up. Come on. Drink all of it. Come on. Drink some more. That's the girl. Feel better now? Yes. Easy now. Now, wait a minute. Don't try to talk yet. Just rest a moment. No, I'm all right. I was just exhausted. I must have run about two miles. Ran two miles? Yes. You see... Now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. If you have to talk, suppose you start at the beginning and tell me everything that happened. Well, nothing happened until this afternoon. I just went around Freeville asking questions about the drought and nobody would answer me. All they did was look scared. Yes, I know. I had the same experience. I couldn't understand it. So this afternoon I started down here to see Mr. Sykes again. I had a feeling he knew a lot more than he was telling. Don't know nothing. You mean you're not talking. We'll let that pass for the moment. Go on, Lois. Well, I started to walk down from the hotel. It's just a couple of blocks from here, you know. I know. And I was going past a broken down old building. Granary it was. Ain't used now, though. Pete Simpkins built a new one other end of town. I see. Well, whatever it was, I was going past it when somebody called my name. Miss Lane. So I stopped and looked around, but I didn't see anybody. And then this voice called me again. Miss Lane. This time I realized the voice came from the old Granary. So without thinking, I just stepped toward the open door and then somebody grabbed me. Hit that sack over here. Okay. Stop fighting, sister. Do you no good. That does it. Now inside with her. There was chloroform soaked into that sack over my head. And soon I felt myself losing consciousness. I don't know how long I was out. But when I woke up, I was sitting on the ground in some cold, damp, musty place. It was kind of eerie. Almost pitch black, except for a candle set quite a way back on the ground. Two men stood between me and the candle. But it was too dark to see their faces. And the small flickering light threw weird shadows on the walls and made them seem enormous. I asked them who they were and what the meaning of this was. Never mind who we are, Miss Lane. All we got to say is that you're a lucky girl. Lucky? What do you mean? You're lucky you're not dead. Look, what's the meaning of all this? We don't like reporters in Freeville, that's all. Especially reporters from out of town. Why not? What have I done to you? Nothing. We just don't like reporters. Oh, stop playing mysterious. Just what is going on around here? Why does everybody seem so scared? Don't waste your breath asking questions, Miss Lane. Besides, asking questions ain't healthy around here. But why? What's behind all this? Ain't nothing to concern you. Now the eastbound limited goes through Freeville at midnight. You get on it and don't come back. Now look here, you can't tell me. You hired me, get out of Freeville on the limited tonight and stay out. Understand? And suppose I refuse? That'll be the last you'll ever refuse in this world, Miss Lane. Because I warn you, if you're still in town by morning, you won't be breathing. And that's the whole story, Clark. Except that after that, they put the sack over my head again and they made me climb up a tall ladder. A ladder? Yes, it seemed as if I climbed and climbed until suddenly the air got clear. Say, must have been the old lead mine they took you to. The lead mine? Oh, come to think of it, it did feel as if we were in a mine shaft, Mr. Sykes. That's where you were, all right. Lead, the one substance I can't see. The old rooster mine. What did you say? How's that? Oh, nothing, Mr. Sykes. Nothing, Lois. Finish your story. How did you get back here? Oh, well, the men put me back in the car and drove a few minutes and then they took me out and spun me around and around until I was so dizzy. Then I heard them drive off. By the time I stopped reeling and got the sack off my head, they were out of sight. Of course. I could see the lights of a town in the distance and I started running toward it. Well, it turned out to be Freeville. I was pretty winded by the time I got here and so... That's why you fainted. That's right. Poor kid, you had a rough time. Listen, Lois, did you get a look at the men at all? I mean, enough to identify them? No, I didn't, Clark. You see, they threw the sack over my head right away. And in the mine, it was too dark, I guess. That's right. Look, Clark, why do you suppose they don't want reporters around? What is going on in Freeville? I don't know exactly, but I do know this much. There's a lot of bad feeling out here against the war veterans on the Homestead Farm Project. The war... Uh-huh. It's created an equal amount of bad feeling on the part of the veterans. How do you mean? Well, people have accused the veterans of pillaging and burglary and other acts of vandalism. Well... The veterans say that's a lie and accuse the political leaders of trying to discredit them and so get rid of them. I see. Well, why would anyone want to discredit the war veterans? According to Jerry Barton, head of the Veterans Post on the project, the politicians feel the veterans are a threat to their rule out here. Also, Jerry says, they object to the fact that some of the veterans go to a different church or have a different colored skin for most of the natives out here. Why, what difference does that make? They're all Americans, aren't they? They all fought for their country, and all Americans are entitled to equal rights. That's right, but unfortunately, some people don't think so, Lois. Well, then they're bigots. They're un-American. Wait a minute now. Take it easy. Well, I never heard... So far, we have only Jerry Barton's word on all this, but we're going to find out. Well, Mr. Sykes here will know. Well, what about it, Mr. Sykes? Do you think our veterans are being pushed around and persecuted? Seven o'clock local will be in pretty soon, Miss Lane. Oh, now, look, I... Better take it. Oh, don't change the subject. I asked you something. Remember what them fillers told you to mind? I don't care what they told me. They can't scare me, and neither can you. Look, Lois, maybe Mr. Sykes is right. Maybe you should go back to Metropolis. I'll stay here and... Oh, yes, you'll stay here and scoop me on a big story. Oh, now, don't be ridiculous. Something far more important than a mere story going on here. Your life's in danger. You've already been threatened. So have you, mister? That telegram, remember? Oh, that. What telegram? No, it's nothing. Well, it's just a telegram some crackpot sent me suggesting that I leave town. But I still think that you... Save your breath, Clark. This sounds like big stuff to me, and I'm seeing it through with you. Well, I didn't really think you'd leave, but... You mean you're both staying? We certainly are. Well, so now that you know where we stand, Mr. Sykes, maybe you'll agree to help us by telling us what you know. I, uh, I don't know. Come on, Mr. Sykes. It's your duty as an American. Well... Might be a good thing. I assure you, you won't regret it. What do you say? Well... Hmm... Yep, reckon I will. Oh, that's wonderful. Now we're getting someplace. All right, Mr. Sykes, start talking. Eagerly, Clark Kent and Lois Lane wait for the white-haired old telegrapher to begin telling them what he knows of the mysterious goings-on in Freeville. What will he reveal? We'll be back in a moment for the startling climax of today's episode. So stand by. Say, the other day, I was talking to a certain young lady who lives in our block, and she was telling me how she's gonna knuckle down to collecting those swell comic buttons. You know, the new series from Packages of Kellogg's Pep? Of course, she's been collecting them right long, but now she's discovered that her brother is way ahead of her, so she's gonna work even harder at it. 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In his little telegraph office, old Abner Sykes has just agreed to tell Clark Kent and Lois Lane what deep, dark mystery is gripping Freeville. As we rejoin them now, Sykes gets up and walks toward the door. Where are you going, Mr. Sykes? Close up. Close up. Yep, it's closing time. Oh. More private, too. Well, that's right, but why are you going out? Gonna have a look around outside. Make sure nobody's spying. Be right back. Okay. Sure is frightened, isn't he, Clark? Yes, and so is everyone else in this crazy town. Uh-huh. It is everyone but my good friend and fellow newspaper man. Who do you mean? Local Gazette editor, Fred... What's that? Pistol shots. Good heavens, what do you think? Come on, follow me. What? Lois, look. On the sidewalk. It... It's Mr. Sykes. Shocked, Clark Kent and Lois Lane stand outside the little telegraph office, where in the faint light from the open door, old Abner Sykes lies motionless on the ground, his eyes closed. Obviously, this was a deliberate attempt to keep the truth from Clark Kent and Lois Lane. But who shot the old telegrapher just before he could reveal the secret of the mystery that grips the town of Freeville? Don't miss tomorrow's tense and exciting episode, as Superman and Lois Lane battle through a dark, tangling web of mystery and danger. Be sure to tune in again tomorrow, same time, same station. And remember, for breakfast, it's Kellogg's Pep. For excitement, the adventures of Superman. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Superman DC comic magazines and is brought to you Monday through Friday at the same time by Kellogg's Pep, the sunshine cereal. Say, gang, get a load of this. In Kellogg's Variety, there are 10 individual packages of cereal for you to choose from. Every morning, you can have your own private box of cereal. Pick it out yourself, and it'll be one of your Kellogg favorites, like Pep, Rice Krispies, and Corn Flakes. Boy, that's a circus of fun. 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