Presenting the transcription feature, Superman! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Superman! Yes, it's Superman, strange visitor from the planet Krypton, who came to Earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men. Superman, who can leap tall buildings at a single bound, race a speeding bullet to its target, bend steel in his bare hands, and who, disguised as Clark Kent, a mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fights a never-ending battle for truth and justice. But before we join Superman, listen. And now to our story. As you remember, Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen were sentenced to death in the Valley of the Shadows because they were unable to tell the Supreme Council of the Inca Indians how Kent and White escaped from their dungeon prison. Bronson, the pilot, was spared because the Indian chiefs hoped he would teach them how to fly the stratosphere plane marooned on the mountain plateau. Discovering that Bronson was being held in a tunnel cell, Kent joined him there and learned of the death sentence imposed on Lois and Jimmy. Posing as chief of a distant tribe, Kent asked Seba, the aged tunnel gatekeeper, to take him to the Valley of the Shadows. The ruse almost worked until Seba noticed that the jewel Kent wore around his neck had changed color, proof that he was lying. In the meantime, Lois and Jimmy, flanked by armed warriors, have entered the Valley of the Shadows and are slowly approaching a giant waterfall that thunders over a cliff and seems to pour into a huge hole in the ground. As they near it, the warriors stop, draw back, and begin to chant, listen. I guess this is the last stop, Miss Lane. What do you think they're going to do with us? I don't know, Jimmy. Whatever it is, you can be sure it won't be pleasant. This must be the sacred river they were talking about. I don't see any river. It's just a big hole that looks like a kettle. Oh, that water pouring over the cliff is falling into it. It must be an underground river or else that hole would overflow. Look at its seethe. Think they're going to drown us in that underground river? I don't know. Remember what I told you, Jimmy. No matter what happens, we've got to take it with our chins up. I know, but we wouldn't have a chance if that water travels underground. It's like a whirlpool. Easy, Jimmy, easy. There was only some way of reaching Mr. Kent. I know he'd get us out of this. I'm afraid both Mr. Kent and Mr. White were too anxious to save their own skins to worry about us. Don't say that, Miss Lane. It can't be true. They've stopped chanting. Something's going to happen. Hold my hand, Jimmy. You're trembling. Your fingers are cold as ice. I'll be all right. Here they come, Jimmy. Wait. I found something in my pocket. What do you mean? It's a police whistle Mr. Kent gave me a long time ago. Do you think if I blew it loud, someone might hear it? I'm afraid not, Jimmy. There'd be an echo, wouldn't there? It might travel a long way. I'm going to try it. Here goes. Drill and sharp, the whistle rings through the valley just as the Indian warriors close in on Lois and Jimmy and force them close to the seething cauldron of angry water. Miles away, at the entrance to the mountain tunnel, the last dying echo of the whistle reaches Superman's keen ears. What was that? Police whistle in these mountains. Must be Jimmy blowing it. All right, Siba. I won't need your help now. I know where the Valley of the Shadows is, where that whistle came from. Up! Up! And away! Like an arrow shot from a massive bow, Superman knifes the darkness, winging high over the jagged peaks of Tupangato. His unerring sense of direction leading him straight to the source of the whistle's distant echo, the Valley of the Shadows. For a moment he hangs suspended above the roaring waterfall, above the huge foaming hole into which it is pouring. But only for a moment. His sharp, all-seeing eyes have seen two figures being hurled into the mad, churning whirlpool. Like a plummet he drops from the sky, cleaves the water with the speed of a torpedo, and lets it sweep him underground into the thundering blackness. Where are they? I couldn't have hit the water more than a second after they were thrown in. It only wasn't so dark. Wait. Something up ahead. It's Jimmy. I'm coming, Jim. Keep your head up. There. Got him. Oh, poor Kitty's half-drowned. Now to find Lois. She can't be far away. Ah, there she is. Struggling, trying to swim. It's impossible in this torrent. Don't fight, Lois. I got you, Lois. Oh, she's unconscious. Well, maybe it's better that way. Neither of them will know how they were rescued. Now to fight my way back against this current. Oh, wait. Maybe I won't have it. There seem to be pinpoints of light up ahead. What? The stars. Evidently, this river does flow above ground beyond the falls. Well, that's a relief. There we are. This is much better being out in the open. Now I can wade ashore and revive Lois and Jimmy. There. Dry land feels good. Well, it looks like I'd better work on Jimmy first. Artificial respiration should do the trick. Over gently. Gentle pressure on the lower ribs should force the water out and the air in. Press. As Superman works over Jimmy and Lois in an attempt to restore them to consciousness, Perry White, still disguised as an Inca warrior, returns to the dungeon beneath the palace to join John Craig, one of the American engineers. Crossing the courtyard, he makes his way along the corridor toward Craig's cell, only to stop short as he hears approaching footsteps. I have to find Craig's cell before that guard spots me. Now let's see. Fifteen paces beyond this corridor. This should be it. Is that you, Mr. White? Yes. Open up. Quick, someone's coming. Come on in. Fine. Here. Put one of the links of the chain over that bolt. On the outside. There. That'll look as if the door's locked. He's coming this way. He must have heard us. Quick, into the shadows. Pretend to be asleep. Oh, wait. Where's Kent? Stupid fool got himself locked in with Bronson, our pilot, up in the tunnel. They're probably safe enough up there. Sure, they're safe. What about Lois and Jimmy? What's happened to them? For all we know, they may be dead. And there isn't any way of finding out. Shh. That guard's coming back. Keep down. I'll try snoring again. Well, you should feel a lot better now, Jim, with all that water out of your lungs. Oh, I do. Gosh, I must have swallowed half that river. Not quite. How about you, Lois? Feel all right? A little weak, but glad to be alive. I still don't understand how you pulled us out. Well, I told you. I was wandering through the valley, searching for you, when I heard Jimmy's police whistle. I ran to the place where the river came out of the ground, and both of you floated by like logs. Sounds like a fiction story. But we're here, and that's what counts. What happened to Mr. White? Where's he? I told you, we found one of the engineers in a cell under the palace, a man named Craig. I imagine he and Mr. White are waiting there for us. What are we going to do? We've got to get them out. Well, we will. All in good time. Well, while you're figuring out a way, I'll wring out my clothes. Gee, that's right. We're all wet. How about building a fire, Mr. Kent? There's plenty of dry twigs here. Fine. I can strike some sparks from these rocks, Indian style. I don't think the fire will be seen. Boy, there's plenty of wood. Some dry moss for tinder. Uh-huh. Ah, swell. These rocks look as if they'll do. Hard as flint. Ah, here goes. When the sparks fall, you start blowing to me. Okay. Ready? There. There's some sparks. She's taken. Oh, boy. Feels good. You sure they won't see the flames? Oh, not a chance, Lois. You see, the Incas think this river drops straight down to the center of the earth. If they knew about this spot, they'd know that the river comes up in these mountains. Well, we must be miles from the city. Mr. Kent, if the Incas think the river goes to the center of the earth, then they must think we're gone for good. That's right, Jimmy. Oh, and if we're supposed to be dead, nobody'd suspect us of being alive. Jimmy, a couple of more brilliant deductions like that, and you'll be up in Einstein's class. Oh, wait. Hold on, Lois. Stop kidding, Jimmy. He's got something there. Well, if it's another clever plan to win their friendship, I give up. Oh, it's more than that. Assume we've been given up for dead. And assume we could make the Incas believe that Mr. White and Mr. Craig are dead, too. Then we could really work undercover. Meanwhile, we'd all be safe here. I won't consider myself safe until I'm back in Metropolis. You will be soon. Right now, I've got to get back to the palace and find Mr. White and Mr. Craig. Oh, I'm coming with you. Oh, nothing doing. You stay right here and protect Lois. I'm gentle when you are. Oh, gee. I'm sorry. All right. I'll be back as soon as I can. Once out of sight of Lois and Jimmy, Kent and his true guides of Superman flies to the Inca Palace and drops into the courtyard. Then, with the stealth of a panther, he climbs the wall and enters the rear door of the dungeon. It's gloomy and silent as he makes his way toward Craig's cell. Waiting until the guard's footsteps have died away, he starts forward as Clark Kent. That must be the cell. Yes, it is. Mr. Craig, it's Clark Kent. Kent, how did you get out of that tunnel? Never mind now. Oh, is Mr. White with you? Yes, I'm here, you numbskulled idiot. Why in the name of heaven? Shh, listen. I stopped at the dungeon to get your clothes. Well, what's the matter with these Inca costumes we're wearing? Listen, there's no time to explain. Now, fill these coats and pants with straw. There's plenty of it on the floor. Kent, are Lois and Jimmy all right? Yes, yes. Hurry, will you? What's this all about? Please, Mr. White, do as I say. I'll tell you later. Now, hurry. More of your nonsense, eh? All right. Come on, will you please? Hurry. Hurry up. The guard's coming. All right, are the clothes stuffed? Mine are. Good. Same here. All right, then let's go. Bring these dummies with you. Dummies? Kent, what are you talking about? I'll explain later. The guard's coming. We've got to get out of here. Now, follow me. Come on. What is Clark Kent planning to do with the straw stuffed dummies? Something is brewing, and you can be sure that whatever it is, it's going to be exciting. So don't miss a single episode. Tune in and listen with Superman. Don't forget, tune in again for the next thrilling episode with Superman. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Action Comics magazine. It's a bird. It's a bird. It's a bird. It's a bird. It's a bird. It's a bird. It's a bird. It's a bird. It's a bird. 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