The king of the cowboys, Roy Rogers, brought to you by Quaker Oats, the giant of the cereals. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Delicacy, nutritious, makes you feel and you shine. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Out of the West in Indy or home, riding the range of mystery and adventure, blazing the trail of Western story and song. Boy willing in the riders of the purple sage, that seller of tall tales, Gabby Hayes, the queen of the West, Dale Evans, and in person, the king of the cowboys himself, Roy Rogers. Well howdy folks, this is Roy Rogers. You know out here in the West we've got a saying that goes like this. A gun can talk, but a man depends on his horse to get him to the place where conversation is possible. I want you to think about that while we're telling this story, the mystery of the circle he ran. And here's old Gabby Hayes, my pal, to start the telling. I'm right on the job son, as usual. Well, buckaroos, a lot of you have been wondering how come Dale Evans runs the Circle E Ranch next door to Roy's Double R Bar down in Paradise Valley. Well, I'm going to tell you about it. Up to three months ago, Dale's Uncle Bill had that ranch. Early one morning, long about then, a pal Roy and me rode over to the house, arguing as we went, just for fun of course. Ah, that ain't so Gabby. I got just as much pride as the next man. Oh, shucks. And when Dale promises to sing a duet with me at the ranch's get-together, and doesn't show up, I know there's something wrong. Dixie, that's what she did. Now you talk yourself into riding over here so you can see her again. Why you old goat, you're just jealous, Uncle. Me jealous of a gal? Yeah. Woo hoo, go for it. Sure you're jealous. Yeah, shucks. If my voice was sweet enough so I could sing alone, I'd quit singing. Well, howdy, Steve. Dale around anywhere? Why, no, he isn't, Roy. Well, howdy, Gabby. Howdy, Steve. Nothing important, just riding by. I thought we'd drop in and see if everything was all right. Just a second, Roy. Guess you must not have heard what happened. Well, no. Dale's Uncle Bill was found down at the bottom of the old mine shaft this morning. The sheriff says it could have been an accident. You mean Bill fell down the mine shaft? I guess he could have fallen if Bill was wandering around in the dark last night and forgot he had a mine on the place. Where's Dale? He's with the sheriff. You mean the sheriff took her along? I don't think it's anything serious, Roy. Only Dale wouldn't tell where she was last evening. The sheriff asked her to go to his office. Please, Steve, I shouldn't be spouting off this way. I'm only a rider. You're doing exactly right, Steve. Come on, Gabby, we'd better start riding. I want to get down to the sheriff's office as fast as I can. Come in, Roy. Gabby, come in. Thanks, Sheriff. You've got some cover on your hands, eh? You just heard the news about Vito, Sheriff. Yeah. Steve tells me you think Bill's fall was an accident. I'm not committing myself on that yet, Roy. The more I think about it, the more peculiar it seems that a man would accidentally step down the mine shaft on his own place when he knows it's there. Yeah, and Bill was always a careful fellow. Sheriff, I understand you're holding Dale Evans. Back in the living quarters, Roy, my wife fixed up a little something for her to eat. Oh, is it all right if we go back and see her? Sure. Only I think you ought to know she's not here on any picnic, Roy. Yeah, I know, Sheriff. First place, we calculate her uncle stepped or was pushed into the mine shaft last evening. Dale refuses to say where she was last evening. Well, that hardly convicts her, Sheriff. There's something else, too. I found out that her uncle rode out a new wheel a couple of days ago, leaving the ranch in capital to Dale. He took the wheel down to his lawyer yesterday, but yesterday it soared everything could be made legal. The lawyer promised they'd get things ready for signing as soon as possible. Well, I asked Dale about it. Dale thought it already had been signed. Oh. You see, Roy, she thought the ranch would be hers now. That doesn't look any too good. According to the old will, who gets Bill's rent, Sheriff? Bill's foreman, Dave Willis, which doesn't look any too good for Dave Willis. Maybe Dave heard about Bill wanting to change the will and decided to get the ranch while getting was good. Sheriff, I'm asking you to release Dale. I'm not holding her, Roy. Not yet. Just brought her in for questioning. Well, if you don't mind, I'll take her home, Dale. Hello, Dale. Roy. Oh, Roy, you don't know how glad I am to see you. You'll be all right now. Gabby and I are taking you home. I'm asking you a word that you won't leave this territory, Miss Evans. You have my word, Sheriff. Dale, you might save a lot of trouble if you'd tell what Sheriff Woyle was last evening. I can't, Roy. I can't tell now. Roy doesn't require a person to talk if what they say will go against them, Roy. We'll call you when we need you again, Miss Evans. I'll be here. Come on, Gabby. Sure, son. We'll ride along home with Dale, then head for the mineshaft. I want to find out all there is to know about this accident. Bring in, Gabby. Well, I'm a jackrabbit, son. Son, I go ridding right on by that how mad I am at what the Sheriff said. If Dale would tell her where she was last night, her name might be cleared. Roy, women folks never stop talking, except when you want them to say something. Then they get as stubborn as a three-year mule with a collet. Wait for us right here, Trigger. Let's see this. Gabby, I reckon somebody's been here ahead of us. Yes, filled up the mineshaft. Yes, sir. The sealing was done in the last couple of hours, too, because Bill was taken out of here just this morning. Whoever done it had a reason for working so fast, Roy. Something down inside the shaft that don't want to see. Well, let's find something that can use as a crowbar. We'll try to seal off. I'll find one in less time than it takes to... Stay right where you are, Gabby. Why, howdy, Dave. What are you doing around here, Rogers? Gabby, you know Dave Willis, don't you? Bill Foreman. Oh, I know him. I asked you a question, Rogers. What are you doing around here? Oh, I thought maybe I might help clear up this little accident. You're trespassing on my land. In kind of a hurry, aren't you, Dave? This land isn't yours yet, not until the will is done. I said you're on my land. I'm ordering you to get out. Something down in the mineshaft you don't want somebody to see, Dave? No. I sealed it up because I don't want any more accidents to happen. Bill left this out to me, and I'm going to run it right. It isn't yours until a court has read the will. Now, get on your horses and clear off my land. I'm able to take care of anything that happens on my own right. You've got a gun, Dave, and I'm not armed. Nothing else we can do. Gabby's got a gun. If you're looking for a fight... Yes, fight, cracky, I've got a gun and I... Come on, Gabby, straddle your horse. He's probably right. We are trespassing. Look here, Roy, we ain't going to let him get away, are we? Take it easy, Gabby. You better guard that shaft close, Dave, because the way you're acting makes a man all the more determined to get down and see what you don't want seen. Let's hightail it, Gabby. Come on, trigger. I sure would have drawn my six-huter and ventilated that ombre if you hadn't stopped me, son. You wait here, Gabby. I'll let him into the house and ask Bill if there is another entrance to the mine. I'd just love to cut another notch in my gun into his memory. I'm positive Bill told me there was another entrance and nobody knew about it except the family. Roy, Roy, I'm highly glad you and Gabby came. What's up, Steve? Dixie's been hanging around for a week now and a few minutes ago I saw him again. He wound just a second, Steve. Who's Dixie? Dixie Catley, Bill's old partner. They were partners up till a few years ago. Then Bill ran Dixie off with. Dixie had been stealing money from their account. Oh, yeah, I think I have heard about that. Sure, me too. There was an awful ruckus. Dixie swore he'd get Bill before he... You're not mad, Bill? I've seen Dixie sneaking around here for a week, but he hasn't spoken to anybody. And a minute ago he went sneaking out of the spring house. Let's have a look around, Gabby. Maybe I should have told Bill I'd seen Dixie, but he might have thought I was butting in where I didn't belong. Listen, jumping thunder. That was Bill. There he goes out the window. It's Dixie. Bob, Bob! Bill, are you all right? He's running a bit off, son. I walked into other Bill's office. I saw a man going through his desk. It looked like Dixie Catley. I didn't know whether I was dreaming or not. After all that's happened, I'm just merely... Son, he's getting away. His loss. Trigger, come here, boy. Steve, you look after Dale, will you? It's your thing. I'm all right, boy. Easy, Trigger. After the big boy. You won't have to go on. Follow me, Gabby. We're running this armory down. This may tell us the whole story of the accident. Hey, my partner Roy and me have had some fast rides in our time, but they want one of many faster than when we went after Bill's old partner. There's a lot more to this story yet. We'll tell it to you just as soon as we have a little get-together on the subject close to Roy's heart. The Giant of Assyria is coming. The Giant of Assyria is coming. The giant of Assyria is coming. The nutrition makes you feel and it shines. The giant of Assyria is coming. 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We were telling you how come Dale happens to be running the Circle E ranch next door to my pal Roy's Double R Bar, a job a man ought to be handling. About three months ago, Dale's Uncle Bill had it and he fell or was shoved down the old mineshaft on the place. Roy and me suspicioned that David Willis, the foreman, shoved him. Then another hombre comes sneaking around, Uncle Bill's old partner, Dixie Chackley. So we took out after him. He looked like a varmint for sure. There's no rain in, Gabby. We've got to wait. Ah, you should have let me bounce some lead off his hide. He must have turned off back at the old river road. Never mind, Trigger. We'll get him later, boy. Shucks, I had dropped him in his tracks. Hold it, Gabby. Hear that? A horse coming. Maybe we haven't lost Dixie at that. Which direction's the sound coming from? There. Say, it's not Dixie, it's Dale. I was just getting ready to use my six shooter. She's waving something at us, Gabby. What? You had not a problem with this, Dale. I thought something like that you ought to see by the way. Well, you're taking an awful chance, Dale. Dixie's still on the loose. I found this in the papers on Uncle Bill's desk after you'd gone, Roy. Well, you should have waited until they got back. It's a will. A will that leaves everything to Dixie. What? Shucks. Can't be. Dixie and Uncle Bill were enemies. But here it is, Gabby, and Dixie may have been looking for it. And that may be why he was in the house. Let's see, Dale. The second paragraph, Roy. Uncle Bill wants Dixie to forgive him. It says that Uncle Bill found out Dixie hadn't stolen the money after all. Yeah, and then here it says, Too late I learned it was my foreman, David Willis, who did the stealing. And he lied, putting the blame on you. I hope by leaving my ranch and stock to you, Dixie, that I will be making up at least in a small way for the wrong you have suffered at my hand. Of course it changes the looks of things, don't it, son? Yeah, it sure does, if this is really a will. The writing is Uncle Bill's, Roy. I recognize his hand. Well, as you say, maybe Dixie did know about it. And that's why he was going through the death. Why ain't he act like a man, sticking around then? I'm wondering the same thing, Gabby. Well, maybe he's afraid of Dave Willis, Roy. Maybe Uncle Bill planned things that way, for Dixie to come back and at the proper time, both of them intended facing Dave and have things out. Well, I'm wondering if that's going to happen, and push Bill down the mine shaft. It could be. Well, the blame's on Dave's shoulders now, Gabby. I reckon we'd better get down inside that shaft right now and find out what it is that Dave's trying to hide. Dave sealed up the shaft, you know, Dale. Yes, but there's a secret entrance, Roy, just below Indian Head Rock. Only the family knows about it. Good. We were going to ask you about that, Dale. You ride on home. Ask Steve to put a couple of guns in his belt and be ready for anybody that comes. Roy, you don't think there's any real danger, do you? I sure do, and we can't be sure where it's coming from now. Gabby, we'll hide tail at the Indian Head Rock and get down into the mine before Dave picks up our tray. MUSIC That sucks. A flare went out again. Well, being down here won't do much good unless we have a light. You got another match? It's darker in the hootie owl's heaven. Well, that's better. Sure wasting time. I ain't finding the thing down here. Wait a minute. Hold the flare right there for a while. Huh? A lot of scratches have been made in the rock on the wall. Might be lightning. Hmm. It is lightning, Roy. Hold the flare steady, Gabby. Let's see if we can make out what it says. Not an accident. Threw me down the shaft. Yet...what's that last word? Yet...yet...begins with a D. Can't make it out. Must be Bill's final act writing this. Yet...could be Dixie, it could be Dale. Yeah, and as far as the sheriff is concerned, it could be Dale. Hey, here's a pocket knife. Braid open. Take it along. Better head for the sheriff's office. Now we got a little something for him to work on. Oh, Bill didn't die by accident. Found another well. Gabby, come on, quick. What's trouble? Somebody's closed this entrance. Just like...just like the other one. Sure enough. They watched us come in, then closed the entrance. Come on, let's push. Let's see if we can break it out. That's no use boulders. Blow against the entrance. If you remember, the entrance is downhill. We'd have to push him uphill to get out of here. Roy, somebody's meaner than to cat him out with two sets of teeth. When I get out of here... You never get out, Gabby. Whoever sealed this entrance is a killer. He has to get rid of us to save his own life. Sure picked a clean way of doing it. We aren't giving up yet. Trigger's still outside. Trigger can't push boulders uphill. We'll hold it a minute. Trigger! Trigger, can you hear me, boy? What's that? Trigger, I want you to go get Dale. Go get Dale. Get Dale, big boy, and bring her back here, will you, fella? Trigger's back, Gabby. Roy, hello. We're here inside the mooring, Dale. Somebody closed up this entrance. We'll have you out in a minute, Roy. That you, Steve? Yeah. There are more Triggers running out of our room. Try to keep them out and get to be jerks in the day. Good. Pull on those boulders to me outside and we'll push them inside. Golly, Roy. An animal like Trigger sure makes my eyes wet down. Mine too, puppy. Oh, sir, you are, Roy. I'm going to get you out of here. I'm going to get you out of here. I'm going to get you out of here. I'm going to get you out of here. I'm going to get you out of here. I'm going to get you out of here. I'm going to get you out of here. I'm going to get you out of here. I'm going to get you out of here. I'm going to get you out of here. I'm going to get you out of here. 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Because doctors say the more often youngsters eat a good oatmeal breakfast, the better they grow. So you put a bee in mom's bonnet to cook up a quick nourishing breakfast of delicious Quaker Oats tomorrow morning. Remember to buy Quaker Oats, a giant in nutrition, value, and flavor. Delicious nutrition makes you feel ambitious. The giant of the cereal is Quaker Oats. Roy, I guess I owe you and Gabby an apology for the way I acted when we met the other morning. That's all right, Dave. Oh, we know you're excited about losing your boy. Not only that, I knew I was under suspicion, too. Well, I'll have to admit you were, Dave. Son, ain't that kid coming? Sure is. Well, Roy, I came to congratulate you and Gabby. Oh, Roy, Dixie confessed. You had things figured exactly right. He wanted to take revenge on Bill, then take the reins. Well, that about clears up everything, except where you were last evening, Dale. I can tell now, Roy. Uncle Bill knew Dixie was around, and he was afraid Dixie would make trouble. So last evening, he asked me to stay with him while he made out a new will. He signed the peace. The property goes to you, Dale? The ranch does, Dave, but half the cattle are yours and part of the bank account. Also, you have a job just as long as you want one. Thanks, Dale. Roy, I don't know how I'm ever going to thank you and Gabby for what you did for me. Oh, shucks, you want nothing, Dale? Of course not. For my part, you can sing a duet with me once in a while. Do that, Dale, and we'll just call it square. What's your blessing about, Roy? I'm not blessing. Classy, now you buckaroos know how come Dale is operating the circle you rank. Next door to Roy's Double-R Bar in Paradise Valley. Roy wasn't fooling about singing them duets. That boy Jeff loves to sing, and the whole chicken kaboodle of us got a song for you right now. Roy, Dale, the writers, the purple sage, everybody. And it goes like this. The manner in which the the sky. Blue shadows on the train, blue moons shining through the trees, and the plane will come to distance, come to drift in on the evening breeze. Move along, blue shadows, move along, soon the dawn will come and you'll be on your way. But until the darkness sets its way, there'll be blue shadows on the train. Move along, blue shadows, move along, soon the dawn will come and you'll be on your way. But until the darkness sets its way, there'll be blue shadows on the train. But until the darkness sets its way, there'll be blue shadows on the train. Blue shadows on the train. Woo hoo hoo. And now, friends, here is a personal message from Roy. Today is a big moment in my life, folks, believe me. My people brought me up on Quaker Oats, so I'm mighty proud that we're teaming up together. I'm going to be sort of a Quaker Oats ambassador to your house. And I'm suggesting that you eat Quaker Oats because I know it's mighty good eating and mighty good for you. So from now on, when you think of Roy Rogers, y'all are going to think of Quaker Oats. And now to all of you, from all of us, goodbye, good luck, and may the good Lord take a liking to you. Don't forget, stars are made out of the sunshine, and the sun, summer rain, is dead. Quaker Oats, the giant of the serials, presents the Roy Rogers Show each week at this same hour with the writers of The Purple Sage, Dale Evans, Gabby Hayes, and the king of the cowboys himself, Republic Pictures' great star and person, Roy Rogers. She's queen of Happy Eatin'. He's Aunt Jemima. And ladies, for a Happy Eatin' Sunday supper, treat the whole family to my light as a green Aunt Jemima pancake. Just add milk or water to my Aunt Jemima pancake ready mix and pop them on with drizzles. Mmm, make it an Aunt Jemima pancake supper tonight. Republic's latest Roy Rogers picture is nighttime in Nevada. Gabby Hayes may now be seen in RKO's Return of the Bad Men. 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