Stagecoach Buckaroo (1942) - full transcript

Saved from a lynching party when Molly Denton (Nell O'Day) and Nina Kincaid (Anne Nagel) bring proof of mistaken identity, roving cowpuncher Steve Hardin (Johnny Mack Brown) is offered a job as a stagecoach guard by Molly's father Joseph Denton (Henry Hall). When Denton is ambushed and killed in an attempt to get a gold shipment through to the next town, Steve signs on himself and his sidekick, Clem Clemmons (Fuzzy Knight), as driver and guard for the stage line.

[ fanfare ]

[ music ]

[ guitar playing ]

♪ Don't you ever be
a cowboy ♪

♪ Don't you ever ride
the plains ♪

♪ All you get, of course,
upon a horse ♪

♪ Is a lot
of aches and pains ♪

♪ Don't you ever be
a cowboy ♪

♪ Don't you ever
rope and tie ♪

♪ When you see a steer,
you'll feel such fear ♪

♪ You won't even want
to try ♪



♪ When you get a bronco
to be busted ♪

♪ Don't dare to think
that critter can be trusted ♪

♪ 'Cause if you do, you're sure
to get your britches dusted ♪

♪ When he gets through
with bouncing you ♪

♪ You'll stand up
for a week, yeah ♪

♪ Don't you ever be
a cowboy ♪

♪ Be a doctor or a clerk

♪ Punchin' cattle, son,
ain't any fun ♪

♪ 'Cause it's just
a lot of work ♪

- Mm-mm.
I'm hungry.

How soon is breakfast
gonna be ready, Steve?

- Oh, in a couple
of minutes, Clem.

Why don't you get yourself
a little target practice

while you're waiting?



- Right.

[ gunshot ]

- [ laughs ]
Boy, you sure are good.

- [ gunshot ]
- [ Steve laughs ]

- Doggone it!

[ gunshot ]

Boy, look at that!
Knocked one off
at three paces.

- Say, why didn't you knock
it off with the muzzle
of your gun?

- Oh, that wouldn't be fair.

You're kidding, ain't ya?
- No, I'm not.

And I'll tell you
what I'll do.

You hit one at eight paces
and you get your breakfast.

- Get my breakfast?
It's a go.

Eight paces.
Hot dang.

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight.

Ha ha!

Ah,
♪ Don't you ever
be a cowboy ♪

- [ gunshot ]
- [ Steve laughs ]

[ gunfire ]

[ shooting continues ]

- Hear that, Steve?
- Yeah.

- An echo.

[ gunshots ]

Say, that echo st-st-stutters.
- [ laughs ]

- That's no echo.
Somebody's shooting.

- Oh, I knew that
all the time.

Ain't no law again' it,
is there?

- No, I guess not.

[ shooting continues ]

- Get that strongbox
out of there, Blinky!

[ gunshot ]
- Hyah! Hyah!

[ gunshot ]
- Hyah! Hyah!

- Clem, it's a runaway!
- Yeah.

- Here, hold this.

- Hey! Oh! Hot-hot-hot!

Somebody take this! Oh!

Hey, wait for me!

Wait for me!

Ah! Ow!

Oh, oh!

[ sighs ]

- Whoa!

Nice boy.

Miss? Miss?
Come out of it!

- You!
- Howdy, ma'am.

Kind of frightened,
weren't you?

- Well, you should know.
What are you going to do now?

- Well, I guess
I better get you

and this wounded man
into Cottonwood.

- Why, you wouldn't dare
show up in town!

- What do you mean? I--
- Here, boy! Hey.

Why didn't you wait for me?
I could've helped.

Oh, good morning, ma'am.
She say what happened?

- Well, she doesn't
quite make sense.

I guess the excitement
was too much for her.

- Good looker, too.
- Oh, never mind that.

Ma'am, maybe you'd like
to ride up top with me.

- I prefer to remain
where I am.

- Come on.

[ clicks tongue ]

Pack up the things at camp.
Meet you in town.

Hyah! Hyah!
[ whistles ]

- Well, here it is, Bill.

- Well, good work, boys.
Get it inside.

- Why, it's the railroad
payroll.

- Not a bad haul, eh?
[ chuckles ]

Those fellas would save
themselves a lot of trouble

if they sent their money
directly to us.

- Yeah. Why don't you just
send 'em our address?

[ all laugh ]

- Where did you get
those clothes?

- I picked 'em up
in Redwood. Why?

- They stick out on you
like a sore thumb.

I want you to change them.

And another thing--

I see you've been riding
that new paint horse.

- Well, I just wanted
to try her out.

- You'd be spotted
a mile away on that mare.

I don't want you
to take her out again.

Is that understood?
- All right, Bill.

- Come on, boys,
let's divide.

- Wake up, Dad.
The stage is about due.

- I wasn't asleep, Molly.
I was just thinking.

- So I noticed. Will you help me
with that mail sack?

- Sure. Where is it?
- Right over there.

- Man: Here comes the stage!
And it's sure in a hurry!

This is one time
the stage got through.

- Hyah! Hyah!

- Something's happened, Dad.
There's a stranger driving.

- Wait a minute!
Whoa! Whoa!

- What happened here?
Where's the driver?

- I don't know, Sheriff.

There's a wounded man
inside

and a lady that could stand
a little cheering up.

- It's Ezra Simpson.
He's badly hurt.

A couple of you boys
get him into the office.

- Are you all right, miss?
- I think so.

- How did you get in on this?

- There was a holdup
and the team ran away.

I happened along
and managed to stop 'em.

- Where did this happen, son?

- Oh, a couple of miles
up the road.

- There's the leader
of the highwaymen!

- What?

- She says he's
one of the bandits.

- Well, she's dead wrong,
Sheriff.

- So you stopped
the runaway, huh?

- That's right.
- Are you sure he's the one?

- Positive. He's wearing
the same clothes

and he's riding
the same horse.

- That's my horse,
all right, Sheriff.

But she doesn't know
what she's talking about.

All you've got
is her word against mine.
- I'll take hers.

And to me, that spells
just one thing: lockup.

- Turn him over to us,
Sheriff.

We'll take care of him.
- Now hold on, boys.

He's my prisoner
and it's my job
to lock him up.

Of course, once he's inside,
my duty's done.

- We get what you mean.
Come on, boys.

- How is he, Dad?

- He'll pull through
all right.

Thanks, fellas.

- What are you doing
in this part of the country?

- I came to visit
my father.

- Your father?
In Cottonwood?

- Yes.
You probably know him.

His name is Kincaid.

- Bill Kincaid?
- Yes, the banker, you know.

- The banker?
Oh. Oh, yes, I know him.

- Well, I haven't seen him
since I was three years old
when my mother died.

Do you know where
I could find him?

- Molly, bring me
a pan of hot water.

- Well, just as soon
as we get things straightened
out here,

I'll take you to him.
- Thank you.

- Howdy, Sheriff.
- Howdy.

- Say, I'm looking for the hero
of Cottonwood.

- You're looking for who?

- The hero of Cottonwood,
my buddy.

He just drove that stage
into town.

- Oh, is he your partner?

- He sure is. Me and him's
just like that.

- Well, he's right
across the street.

The hotel's full,
so I rented him a room.

- Well, that's mighty nice
of you, Sheriff.

Maybe you could do
the same for me.

- Sure.
Come on over.

- Well, sir.

Boy, am I getting service.

I ride into town,
meet the sheriff,

and right away he wants
to give me a room.

This town sure
is hospita-- hospita--

sure is friendly,
ain't it?

- I can see you're
gonna spend a lot of time
in this town, buddy.

- You think so?

- Make yourselves
at home, boys.

- Thanks, Sheriff.
Nice place.

All screened in.
Keep the flies out.

Ha! Well, Steve,
how's it feel to be a hero?

- A hero? They think
we held up the stagecoach.

- That's fine--
they what?

- You're gonna be all right.

The lead went clean on through.
No probing.

- Sure knocked me out
for a while.

Lucky you didn't
get hurt, miss.

- I hope you'll
feel well soon.

- He will.
He's a tough old monkey.

You can thank
this young lady, Ezra,

that the outlaw who done it
is behind bars.

- You helped the community,
miss, in identifying him.

[ saloon piano playing ]

- Murph.

Take over.
- All right.

I thought I told you
to stay at the shack.

- We heard someone was picked up
for the robbery.

- Oh, that's nothing
to worry about.

Just some cowboy came along
at the wrong time.

- That sort of covers us, huh?

- Unless he can prove
he's innocent.

- Well, maybe we ought
to make sure

he doesn't get a chance
to prove anything.

- Then there's only one thing
to do-- teach him a lesson!

- That's right, Frank!
Get him outta there!

[ all shouting ]
- Bring him out!

- Get him out, Frank!
Get him outta there!

[ shouting continues ]

- What did you do
with that money?

- I didn't take it,
I tell you.

- He's tellin' the truth!

Say, one of you fellas
untie us, will ya?

- We'll make him talk.

- All right,
bring him on up here!

- Let's go. Come on.

- What are they going to do?

- We don't waste time
on killers.

- I see.

[ shouting continues ]

- Get him on here.

Get up in that tree
and tie this rope on.

- Wait a minute.

Is that the horse
you identified?

- Yes.
- Oh, there's something wrong.

The bandit that shot me
didn't ride that horse.

- Are you sure, Ezra?
- Oh, I take my oath on it.

This horse got a lot
of silver trimmings.

Bandit's horse was bigger.

Besides, the animal I saw
was a mare.

- Are you gonna tell us
where you hid that money?

- I told you a hundred times,
you've got the wrong man.

- Come on,
you're wastin' time!

- Well, let him waste it.
It's his time, ain't it?

- Hurry up with that rope!

- These men didn't
hold up the coach!

They had nothing
to do with it!

- Oh, you don't know
what you're talking about.

Hurry up with them ropes
up there!

- Well, I've got
Ezra Simpson's
word for it.

He says this horse
belongs to him.

And it's not the horse
the bandit rode.

- Hurray! We're saved!

[ buzzing ]

Bees!
- [ all shouting ]

- Bees! Help! Help!

They sting!
Get me outta here!

Somebody get
this thing off me!

This hurts!

My hands are tied!
Help!

Get these bees!
Hornets!

Moths! Ohh!

Help! Aw, somebody
get this thing off!

Oh, please!

Where is everybody?
I can't see! My eyes are--

Help, I'm stung!

Oh! Oh, somebody...
[ whimpering ]

Hornets. Oh!

Get me--get me outta here,
somebody!

I can't--
[ yelling ]

Oh! Oh!

Oh, my.
Save me, save me!

Help me! Help me!

[ groaning ]

[ yells ]

[ groaning ]

Oh, wait a minute.
Wait a minute, Molly.

Give a fella a chance
to catch his breath, will ya?

- [ chuckles ] Let me
take care of him, Molly.

- All right, Nina,
I'll take you to your father.

- Oh, my, my, my.
- Now...

- Oh, here you come.
- Ha ha.

- Let's see now.
- Oh, just a minute, Steve.

Once over lightly.

- It'll be lightly,
all right.

[ screaming ]

[ piano playing ]

- All: ♪ As I was a-walking
one morning for pleasure ♪

♪ I spied a cowpuncher
a-ridin' alone ♪

♪ His hat was throwed back
and his spurs was a-jinglin' ♪

♪ And as he approached
he was singin' this song ♪

♪ Whoopee ti yi yo,
get along, little dogies ♪

♪ It's your misfortune
and not of my own ♪

♪ Whoopee ti yi yo,
get along, little dogies ♪

♪ You know that Wyoming
will be your new home ♪

- ♪ It's early in spring
that we round up the dogies ♪

- ♪ We mark 'em and brand 'em
and bob off their tails ♪

- ♪ We round up our horses,
load up the chuckwagon ♪

- ♪ And then to the dogies
out onto the trail ♪

- All: ♪ Whoopee ti yi yo,
get along, little dogies ♪

♪ It's your misfortune
and none of my own ♪

♪ Whoopee ti yi yo,
get along, little dogies ♪

♪ You know that Wyoming
will be your new home ♪

♪ It's whoopin' and yellin'
and drivin' the dogies ♪

- ♪ And, oh, how I wish
they would only go on ♪

- ♪ It's ropin' and punchin',
go on, little dogies ♪

- ♪ You know that Wyoming
will be your new home ♪

- All: ♪ Whoopee ti yi yo,
get along, little dogies ♪

♪ It's your misfortune
and none of my own ♪

♪ Whoopee ti yi yo,
get along, little dogies ♪

♪ You know that Wyoming
will be your new home ♪

- There's your father.
He's a banker, all right.

That's a faro bank.

- ♪ You know that Wyoming...

- Oh, Mr. Kincaid?
- Hello, Molly.

- Allow me to present
your daughter Nina.

- What?

Why, Nina!

- I wanted to
surprise you, Dad.

- Well, you certainly
did that.

- Well, I guess you two
have a lot to talk about,

so I'll be going.

- Well, will you excuse me,
gentlemen?

Tex, will you take over?

I think we can talk
over here, Nina.

- I've looked forward
to seeing you, Dad.

- Well, I'm afraid that I've
been rather a neglectful father.

- Well, everything's going to be
different from now on.

We're together and I want
to make a home for you.

- Well, that's--that's very,
very sweet of you, Nina,

but, after all, I must live
close to my place of business.

However, I'll make
arrangements for you

to live with some nice family
while you're here in Cottonwood.

Hiya, Braddock.
Hello, boys.

- Hello, boss. What's the idea
of meetin' out here?

- I didn't want to talk
to you in town.

- Is it about your daughter?

- Yes.

As a matter of fact,
she isn't really my daughter.

Nina was two years old
when I married her mother.

I never told her
anything different.

- Well, I don't like the idea
of a woman hangin' around.

They get too curious.

Besides,
we're doin' all right.

- We'll do better.
She won't be in our way.

I've made arrangements for her
to live with Molly Denton.

- Say, she'll be
in a swell spot to tip us off

to the gold shipments.

- You catch on quick,
don't you?

- [ clears throat ]

- If my father
had expected me,

I'm sure he'd have had
a home ready.

- Well, you know you're always
welcome with us, Nina.

- Thank you.
- We like it here, too.

Too bad we have
to shove off.

- Leaving?
- Yep. We're leaving
in the morning.

Heard about a job
on the other side
of the range.

- If it's a job you want,
I can fix that for you
right here.

- You can?
- Of course,
it might be dangerous.

- Dangerous? Oh, we don't care
how dangerous a job is.

- What have you got to offer?
- Shotgun messenger.

- Shot--
Shotgun messenger?

On the stagecoach?

I thought you said
you liked us.

Tell me, has a man
ever lived long enough
to collect his wages?

- I didn't think
they'd want the job.

Well, guess I better unhitch
the horses and bed them down.

Doesn't look as though
the stage is leaving tonight.

- Let's have a song first,
then we'll all help you
bed 'em down.

- All right.

- Let's see.
What can we play?

♪ I'm light and handsome,
straight shootin', too ♪

♪ Gals all adore me,
really they do ♪

♪ But it's no use

♪ Just too goshdarn
bashful ♪

- ♪ Dressed in your Stetson
you're such a treat ♪

♪ You sure could sweep 'em
off of their feet ♪

- ♪ Oh, gee, I can't

♪ I'm just too goshdarn
bashful ♪

- ♪ You look so brave

♪ When you're ropin' steers

- ♪ But with gals around
I break right out in tears ♪

- ♪ Why don't you woo 'em?
Go ahead, try ♪

- ♪ Oh, gosh, I don't wanna
'cause I'm too shy ♪

♪ It ain't no use

♪ Just too goshdarn
bashful ♪

- ♪ You give their hearts

♪ Such romantic thrills

- ♪ But when gals
come near ♪

♪ I start to shake
with ch-ch-ch-chills ♪

- ♪ You're such a caveman,
give 'em a squeeze ♪

- ♪ This little caveman
is weak in the knees ♪

- 'Tain't no use.

Just too goshdarn bashful.

You said it.

I'll betcha here's one
you know.

- What?
- Uh, let's see. Uh...

♪ From this valley
they say you are going ♪

- ♪ We will miss
your bright eyes and
sweet smile ♪

♪ For they say you are
taking the sunshine ♪

♪ That brightens
our pathway a while ♪

♪ Won't you think of the valley
you're leaving ♪

♪ Oh, how lonely,
how sad it will be... ♪

- Evenin', Denton.

- Hello, Ezra.
How's the emporium?

- Oh, business is swell.

In fact, too good.

If I don't get this gold
up to Redwood City

to pay for some merchandise,

I won't have anything
left to sell.

- When does it have to
get there?

- By morning. Evening stage
ain't left yet, has it?

Or has it quit runnin'?

- This line's been goin'
too many years

to let a holdup or two
stop us.

- Got another driver?

- No, not yet,
but I will have.

He'll be here any minute.

- Stage must go through.
- That's right.

Who's it go to?

- Name's on the tag.

- Mm-hmm.

Well, there's
your receipt, Ezra.

We're both still
in business.

- That's right.

'Night, Denton.
- 'Night.

- ♪ Oh, think of the fond heart
you're breakin' ♪

♪ And the grief
you are causing to me ♪

♪ Come and sit by my side
if you love me ♪

♪ Do not hasten
to bid me adieu ♪

♪ But remember
the Red River Valley ♪

♪ And the one that has
loved you so true ♪

♪ When you go to your home

♪ By the ocean
- ♪ By the ocean

- ♪ May you never forget

♪ Those sweet hours
- ♪ Those sweet hours

- ♪ That we spent
in the Red River Valley ♪

♪ And the love we exchanged
mid the flowers ♪

[ laughter ]

- Ah, good evening,
everybody.

- Hello, Dad.

- I just thought I'd drop by

to see how you were
getting along.

This is Steve, I suppose.
I'm Kincaid.

- I'm mighty glad
to know you, sir.

- Glad to know you.
And I want to thank you

for bringing my daughter in
safe and sound.

- It was a pleasure.
- Thanks.

Where's your father, Molly?

- Oh, isn't he
in the office?

- He wasn't there
when I came through.

- Well, that's funny.

Dad? Dad?

Why, his rifle is gone.

And so is the coach.
Dad must have taken it.

- Well, here's a consignment
of gold for Redwood City.

Quite an amount, too.
Brought in by Simpson.

- That's just what happened.

He didn't want to disappoint
an old customer like
Ezra Simpson,

so he's taking it through
himself.

- Come on, Clem.
He might need some help.

- Huh?
- He's well on his way by now,

but you boys might ride out
in the morning

and help him bring
the stage in.

Probably be all worn out,
bless his heart.

- Maybe you're right, Molly.

- Oh, I think everything
will be all right.

Well, if you folks
will pardon me, I'll say
good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- There's one thing
sure, Clem.

Ben never got
to Redwood City.

I can't understand it.

- Maybe he lost his way.
- Oh, that couldn't be.

He's made the trip
too many times.

- Well, all we can do
is keep on lookin'.

- Maybe you're right.

- There it is.

- Well, they got him.

It's gonna be kinda tough
breakin' this to Molly.

I'm sorry, Molly.
I had no idea

your father tried
to drive through alone.

- Guess you didn't know him
very well.

The stagecoach line
was his life.

- Molly, he wanted
to give us the job.

Well, if you feel
the same way about it,

you got yourself
a couple of men.

- Thanks, Steve.
I knew I could depend on you.

- Oh, there's nothin' to it,
Miss Molly.

I'd like to see
some of them bandits
try to stop us.

- Well, I'll run along.
Gotta get back to the store.

- Where is your store,
Mr. Simpson?

- Down past the saloon.
- Down past the saloon?

I'll walk part of the way
with you.

- ♪ You're a man
and we're mighty proud
to know you ♪

♪ Here's our hand, boy,
put it there ♪

♪ There's no horse
and no trouble ♪

♪ That can throw you

♪ Here's our hand, boy,
put it there ♪

♪ With our hearts
beatin' steady ♪

♪ We will ride
side by side ♪

♪ With our six-shooters
ready ♪

♪ We'll take everything
in stride ♪

♪ You're a straight-shootin',
rootin'-tootin' cowboy ♪

♪ Here's our hand, boy,
put it there ♪

- ♪ You're the best

♪ They just don't come
any tougher ♪

- ♪ Here's our hand, boy,
put it there ♪

- ♪ In the West they just don't
come any rougher ♪

- ♪ Here's our hand, boy,
put it there ♪

♪ You've got
plenty of muscle ♪

♪ You're a hard man
to stop ♪

♪ In a rip-roarin' tussle

♪ You come right out
on the top ♪

♪ You're a bonecrushin',
cowpunchin' cowboy ♪

♪ Here's our hand, boy,
put it there ♪

- Put it there!
Put it there!

Say, playing cards, huh?

- I'm pat.
- Me, too.

- I'll play these.

- Say, that saves
a lot of wear and tear

on the cards, don't it?
[ chuckles ]

Can I get in this game?

- Next hand.
- Next hand? Good.

Give me 40 cents
worth of chips.

- We don't play
for that kind of dough.

- Oh, all right.
Make it 50 cents.
I don't care.

- Oh, shut up!
I'll raise it.

- Raise it?
Say, what in the world
do you got?

- Go away.

- [ humming ]

- Beats me.

- Well, make up your mind.

- Ooh.
- What have you got?

- Four kings.

- No good.
Four aces.

- Say, pardon me, gentlemen.
Anybody lose an ace of clubs?

- Hold on there.

- My mistake. I meant
thr-thr-three of clubs.

- Give me back my money!

[ gunshot ]

- I'll teach you
to butt into a poker game,

you slab-faced baboon!

- Now wait a minute!

- You double-crossing rat!

[ cocks gun ]

- Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

- I was never so glad to see
anybody in all my life.

- You were having a little
trouble, weren't you?

[ chuckles ]

- I was ready to stop this fight
when you came in.

How about a drink
on the house?

- No, thanks.
I don't drink.

Come on, Clem.
Let's get outta here.

- Come on, come on!
Snap out of it!

- What's the idea
of letting 'em go?

- Don't worry.
We'll take care of them.

Come on.

- And there's
a big gold shipment

in Redwood City
to be brought back.

- Oh, we can handle it,
all right.

- I'll say we can.
With old Betsy here,

bring on your bandits.

Do you think they'll try
to hold us up?

- It won't be worthwhile
this trip.

But on the way back,
we'll be prepared for 'em.

- Got something up your sleeve?
- Yep, and I think it'll work.

- Hyah! Hyah!
- Goodbye!

- Hello, Nina.
- Hello, Dad.

Steve just left
with the stagecoach.

I hope nothing happens to him.

- Oh, I don't think there's
anything to worry about.

They're probably carrying
nothing of value.

- Oh, no, he isn't.
But on the return trip,

he's carrying
a shipment of gold.

- Oh, I see.

Well, Steve can probably
take care of himself.

Well, I'll be going along.
I'll see you later.

- Goodbye, Dad.
- Goodbye.

Relax, boys,
they're traveling light.

The kid tells me
they're picking up
a load of yellow

at Redwood City.

- Very interesting.

- Yeah.
What are we waiting for?

- Well,
there's plenty of time.

We can get them
on their way back.

- Kinda handy having
a daughter, eh, Kincaid?

- [ chuckles ]
You said it.

[ metal clanging ]

- Whoa, boys!

- Howdy!
- Hello there.

- You're the new driver, eh?

- That's right, and I got
a little job for you.

- Good.
We'll get right at it.

- I still don't catch on.

Oh, I see. You're gonna make
a battleship out of it.

- That's just about right.

I want you to put a couple
of thicknesses on the back.

And be sure you put hinges
on the sides

so we can close ourselves in
if necessary.

Oh, and by the way,
could you tell me

where I can get a couple
of good gunmen

that can shoot straight?
- Sure.

- Now that we're all set,

I want you men
to get your rifles

and be back here in an hour.

I'll pick up the gold
and ammunition.

And just one more thing.

I want you men
to wear women's clothes.

- You want what?

- You heard
what the man said.

He wants you to wear
women's clothes.

I don't want
any backtalk either.
Get going.

- Say, Clem, how would
you look in a dress?

- Oh, fine.
- Well, that's good.

I want you to get out
and round yourself up one

and get right
in the middle of it.

- Right in the middle of it.

Who me?
- Yes, you.

[ chuckles ]
- Now wait a minute.

I didn't know
what I was talking about.

- All right, fellas.
Get inside.

Let her go, Steve!

- All right, boys.
Here we go!

Hyah!

[ laughing ]

- Say, the stage is coming,
but it's full of women.

- It just makes it
that much easier.

[ gunshots ]

- Here they come!

Get in it, boys!
- Yah! Hah!

[ shooting continues ]

- Hyah! Yah!

Hyah! Yah! Yah!

Giddup! Hah! Hah!

Come on! Yah!
Yah! Yah!

Hyah! Come on!

- Can't follow them
any farther!

They're almost in town!

- I could have sworn I hit
that stage a dozen times!

- Come on!
Yah! Yah!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!
- Have any trouble, Steve?

- Oh, not much.

This is one time the shipment
of gold got through.

- Well, where's Clem?
- Inside.

[ all laughing ]

- If you think I look funny,
wait till you see what's inside.

All right, girls,
this is far as we go.

[ chuckles ]

[ crowd laughs ]

- Hiya, baby. What are you
doin' tonight?

- Oh!

- Somebody tried
to hold us up,

but Steve's idea
sure worked.

Heh heh, bulletproof.

- Well, that's very clever.
- Well, it sure helped.

- Oh, Clem?
- Yeah?

- You dropped something.

[ laughter ]

- We got pretty well shot up.
- Oh, we didn't have a chance.

- He's smarter
than I thought.

- Howdy, fellas.

- Howdy.
- Hello.

- Say, isn't that Higgins?

- Yes. He's been prospecting
for about a year.

Looks happy, too.

And he's on his way
to the Express office.

- I want 'em sent to the bank
in Redwood City.

- It'll go out
on the morning stage.

- Good.

- If Higgins is sending
that gold to Redwood City,

we oughta knock it off.
- Uh-uh.

I'm not taking any more
chances with that coach.

- But Kincaid's got an idea,
and it ain't bad.

- Yeah?

- You see that cannon
over there?

- Glad to have seen you
again, miss.

Gotta go back now and catch up
with my thirst.

- Take it easy, Mr. Higgins.

- I'm sure glad we got
that gallopin' boiler.

- We'll make up
for lost time, my dear.

And don't forget we have a date
to go riding tomorrow at 11:00.

- I won't.
Good night, Dad.

- Good night, Nina.

- Hello, Nina.

- I just had a lovely visit
with Dad.

- Why didn't you ask him in?

- Well, he had to get back
to his work.

- Oh, I see.

- Well, as he explains it,
gambling is a necessary evil.

It gives the boys
something to do.

- We understand, Nina.

- Say, where do you think
I've been? [ chuckling ]

I've been out with the sheriff
trying to catch a thief.

- A thief?
- Uh-huh.

- Well, what'd he steal?
- A cannon. [ chuckles ]

You know, the one
across the street?

- A cannon?

Say, that's a funny thing
to steal.

Molly, I can't get that cannon
out of my mind.

- You think it has something
to do with us?

- I'm afraid so.
We outsmarted 'em once.

But a couple of blasts
from that thing,

it'll be goodbye, stagecoach,
iron plate and all.

- That's why it was stolen!

Steve, I've got an idea!

Nina, we're going
on a picnic.

- Well, good.
I'll pack a basket.

- It'll be filled
with Higgins' gold.
- I don't understand.

- Well, Steve thinks
there's going to be trouble
getting the coach through.

So you and I will get
ourselves a farm wagon

and say we're going
on a picnic.

Steve will go on his merry way
with the coach

and nobody will bother us.

- Well, that sounds exciting.

- Well, I'm afraid
it'll be rather tame,

but the ride
will do us good.

I'll get everything ready.
- All right.

May I speak with you
a minute, Dad?

- Surely.
Be right back, boys.

- I hope you don't mind
my breaking our date.

- Something wrong?
- Oh, no.

Molly and I are going
on a picnic.

- A picnic?

- Well, to be truthful
with you,

it isn't really a picnic,
but--

- Well, aren't you
kinda mixed up?

First you say it's a picnic,
then you say it isn't.
Now what is it?

- I guess there's no harm
in letting you in on the secret.

- Why, of course not.

What is it?

- Well, you see, Dad,
Molly and I are planning on...

- Well, we got
the cannon placed

and Blinky's all set
to let 'em have it.

- The gold isn't
on the coach.

Get word to the boys
to lay off.

- Well, what's wrong?
- Nothing.

You fellas are going
on a picnic.

- A picnic?

- Whoa!

- Hold it.

You two girls
do what you're told,
and you won't get hurt.

All right, Bill,
get it outta here.

- Hah!

Hyah!

- Dad! Dad,
these men held us up!

Make them leave us alone!
- Did you get the Higgins gold?

- Yeah.
- Dad!

- Don't waste your breath.
He's not your father.

- And thanks
for tipping us off.

- Stand back, all of you!

You're worse than I thought.
And that was bad enough.

- I'm sorry for your sake
you know the setup, Molly.

- Wait a minute.

- Whoa!

You didn't tell anybody
the girls were takin'
the wagon, did you?

- 'Course not!

- Well, if we were going
to be held up,

it would've happened
long before now.

- Say, that's right.

- We're turning back.
[ clicks tongue ] Giddup!

Hah! Hah, boys!
Hah!

Whoa!

- They held us up, Steve!
Kincaid's holding Nina.

And he isn't her father!
His men are after me now!

- Get outta here, hyah!
- Go on!

- [ whistles ]

- Where's Nina?
- In a shack

a couple of miles down the road!
- Get in the coach.

- Here they come!

[ continues shooting ]

- We got 'em, boys!
Come on!

Get their guns, boys.

- Now you get up
in that wagon

and you stay there.
You hear?

Hyah! Hyah!
[ whistles ]

Come on!

- Whoa!

Whoa!

- I'm sorry, Steve,
I caused you so much trouble.

Will you forgive me?
- Why, certainly, Nina.

- Well, anyway, you did
the sheriff a good turn.

- I'm the best
stagecoach driver

you ever had, Molly.
Thanks for the job.

- I don't think you'll have
any trouble, Clem.

- Not a chance. Take good care
of the Express office, Molly.

- Well, that's Steve's job.
- Good luck!

- Here I go!
Hyah! Hah!

Somebody get this road
outta my face!

Whoa!
Whoa, I tell ya!

Ah!