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Presenting Superman.

Up in the sky.

Look, it's a bird.

It's a plane.

It's Superman.

And now Superman, amazing figure from another world with powers and abilities

never before realized by mortal men.

Given a chance to make good by Perry White, city editor of the Daily Planet,

young Clark Kent, who is really Superman,

leaped out a window 20 stories above the ground and vanished in a swirl of fog.

Secret warnings had come to the newspaper of a vague and sinister plot against the railroad

of the West, and mild-mannered Clark Kent had received orders to go west at once

and investigate, already dangerous forming in the path of the silver clipper,

crack train of the West Coast railroad roaring over the prairie on her way to Denver and Salt Lake.

All planes were grounded by fog and sleet.

But today, as our story continues, a strange figure hurtled through space,

redcapes streaming in the whistling wind, Superman speeds to his assignment.

Twenty-four hours to go.

The silver clipper leaves Denver tomorrow night on open Salt Lake City.

That man who calls himself the wolf,

have to find out who he is, too, said the train would never get there.

We'll see. We'll see.

If you're up to something, look out, because the other side has Superman.

And as Superman wings his way westward, following the faint steel ribbon of the railway line

below him, two men sit waiting in a tiny shack in the Colorado foothills.

One of them is Kino Carter, gunman gambler, bad man of the southwest.

Kino waits nervously, wait for some word from the figure across the table,

the dark shadowy figure who calls himself the wolf.

Hey, listen, boss, will you please tell me what we're doing out here now?

The silver clipper ain't due to the morrow.

Don't even leave Denver to the morrow afternoon.

Very true, Kino, but the Western limited is due in exactly ten minutes.

For what? What are you going to do with the limited?

I warn various people and newspapers that something would happen to the silver clipper

tomorrow night, as it will. So far, they've chosen to ignore me.

Really well, when they see what overtakes the limited,

and strictly less than ten minutes, they will pay more attention to me when I call again.

Now listen, boss, what is this game?

What are you trying to do?

Why ask me, Kino? Do I know any more than you?

We're told to paralyze the arrows.

That's all. Come and see enough.

We obey orders.

Well, who's orders? Where did they come from?

Yours come from me.

And you know what happens, Kino, if you disregard them.

Shall I tell you again?

No, no, never mind.

Very well. Come outside.

Ah, not long to wait now.

If the limited is on time, we should begin to hear her.

I don't hear nothing.

Ah, she is on time.

You know what I told you?

Yeah, I've done it.

But I don't see you will see, Kino, very shortly indeed.

Hey, what are you trying to do?

Scared?

I'm dead.

Listen, but what I tell you, I'm listening.

That train will be going over that trussle down there in another seven or eight minutes.

So what?

At the end of the trussle, as you can see, Kino,

the track turns and runs along the cliff on the mountainside.

I see.

The mountains, the one side, very steep and abrupt,

then the track, then the canyon, 300 feet deep.

Hey, listen.

You're going to throw them down the canyon to hold ten cars.

As I said before, all you have to do is obey orders.

All right, what do I do?

Your way to the train is cross the trussle, then you fire the charge.

Right away.

Count ten, if you like.

All right, and then what?

Then events will take their natural course,

after which you will come back and join me in the cabin.

Hey, she's coming.

Come and fed.

Moving my friend.

Let across the trussle, then count ten.

Ah, good.

Still following the railway.

I want to be getting fairly close to Denver.

Looks like a long trussle up ahead.

I'd better board that train if it weren't so slow.

I'll drop down a bit and look it over.

Might do it anyway.

Ride in as Clark Kent.

What's that man on the side of the mountain doing?

Looks like he's got a charging battery

but dynamite blasting.

Something queer about that seems to be waiting.

He's waiting for the train.

Gonna blast it right off the tracks.

This looks like some of your dirty work wolf.

Well, here's where Superman takes a hand.

I've got to stop that train.

I'll get aboard and they'll stop to put me off

because I have no ticket.

It's got to be fast.

90 miles an hour.

Good speed for a train but it can't leave Superman behind.

There's the observation platform.

What look?

Nobody on it.

Now they're...

Grab the platform rails.

There.

Fleet one board.

Now, now to join the passengers as Clark Kent.

Cup reporter for the daily planet.

Off for the cape.

Into ordinary clothes.

And inside.

Take a space.

All tickets.

Take a space.

Prepare to blow.

All tickets, please.

Take a space.

Have you picked it, please?

Oh, I...

I'm sorry, conductor, but...

I have lost it.

No, you've lost it.

And I'm afraid that I'll have to ask you to pay the pay.

Now, you know...

I'm terribly sorry but I seem to have lost my money.

I thought so.

You've been writing the blinds and thinking you're sneaking here where it's warm.

Well, we know how to deal with bombs like you.

That's right, conductor.

Stop the train and put me off.

I don't mind.

Huh?

Say, who are you?

Clark Kent, reporter for the daily planet.

But that's all right.

I ought to be more careful.

Teach me a good lesson.

Well, I guess I'll take a chance if you're really a reporter.

You're liable to write up a story about getting kicked off our train.

You will stay where you are, but look here.

Now they carry you when we get to town.

And if you're not a reporter, good, I overplayed it.

Well, it's kind of going to do something in quick too.

We're on the trestle.

Where's that emergency cord?

Hey, hey, what's going on here?

Who pulled my cord?

Well, I did conductor.

I'm terribly sorry.

All right, well, you better be sorry.

Here, here, come back here.

Come back here.

I can't stay conductor.

My conscience bothers me.

I'll just jump off right where we are on the trestle.

You come back here.

I'll be all right.

Don't worry about me.

No, I got you.

No, I get away this time.

There you stay right here.

I want to get out.

I don't know if you ain't getting off.

You'll go to jail for this.

You come back up there by yourself.

Look, up the mountain conductor.

That flash.

Hey, what the, what the, what the,

where was going on up there?

It was a blast.

An explosion of the mountain.

Great, Scott can look.

Look, look what's coming.

Oh, Lord, save us.

It's a run slide.

Turns around, coming down on the track.

Listen to it.

Back to play the hit of a stool.

Took the tracks out like two pieces of string.

Oh, Lord, and now they're all coming out

to find out what happened.

It's all right.

It's all right, ladies and gentlemen.

No danger.

Just a run slide up ahead.

I thought maybe you're slight delay.

delay.

You don't think you can dig through that, do you?

I'll get back in the train, please.

Get back.

It's dangerous out here.

Back on board, please.

We may be held up a little while.

Back on board, everybody, please.

We'll be pulling out correctly.

Now then, conductor, I, I think you owe me a vote of thanks.

Oh, you do, do you?

Well, what makes you think that?

Well, use your eyes, man.

Where would you be now if I hadn't stopped the train?

Huh?

Well, now there may be something in what you say.

I'm not denying if we've been going our regular speed,

we'd have got that block slide right about the third car.

Well, I'll say you would.

You'd have been down in that canyon, too.

And it's 300 feet deep.

As a matter of fact, that's where you were intended to be.

Oh, is it?

Oh, what do you think, so?

Goodbye, conductor.

I'll see you later.

Hey, you come back here.

Catch that guy.

Joe, wait.

Don't let him get away from the dog.

Where'd he go?

Catch him.

Catch him.

Get off the board.

Go.

Buddy, tons of rock.

Ah, that's nothing.

Hard to get work out.

Anything to put a crimp on the wolf's clams?

And Clark Kent, reporter, simply

must be in Denver by morning.

First of all, down into the canyon for the missing rails.

There they are.

Oh, back to the road, Venn.

I never swept up a rock slack before, but there's nothing like trying.

Here we go.

Ha!

Why, it's nothing.

I'll have the line clear before that conductor knows I've gone.

The limit hit will be in Denver in an hour.

Well, Tito, all done? What happened?

Nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

What do you mean?

Well, one of them things, boys.

The train stopped on the tracer.

Stopped?

That train never stopped.

Well, it stopped this time, and the guy got out, and I didn't know, so I shot the stuff.

Yes, yes, I heard it.

Didn't you come out to look?

I thought I'd better stay hidden.

Well, there was a rock slide, and that's all.

The train wasn't scratched.

The line's blocked, but the train ain't heard.

This man who got out, who was he?

After the slide, I snuck down and joined the Mopsy.

I heard him talking about a newspaper guy in, looking for him.

The name of Clark Kent.

Kent?

I don't know him.

Well, you better, because he knows us.

What's that?

I don't know.

All I can tell you is they're looking for him.

Clark Kent, a newspaper man.

Who knew enough to stop that train?

Well, we shall look for it too, my friend.

I will have lots of time.

They won't get the line clear this side of Sunday.

We shall look for this Mr. Kent, and when we find him...

Ah, the train.

They decided to go back to Pueblo.

Let's look.

But, Kino.

Kino, that train.

What?

It's going west.

Wait, can't be.

Hey, what the...

What it is?

It's on its way to Denver.

Why, you can't be.

Why, there was 20 tons of rock on the line.

It's not possible.

It's not human.

But look.

Well.

Very well.

We got to Denver to Kino at once to find out what goes on.

And to take care of Mr. Kent, the newspaper man.

Get the plane ready.

Less than 24 hours to solve the plot and save the silver clipper.

But now the wolf is part on Clark Kent's trail.

What happens in Denver when daylight comes?

When Clark Kent breaks the story.

And when the wolf meets Superman.

June in and don't miss it.

And remember, be with us again for the next thrilling installment of Superman.

Up to the sky.

It's a bird.

It's a plane.

It's Superman.

Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Action Comics magazine.

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Vote yes by April 21st.

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