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!