Pat Murphy

This man has owed a debt to society for 15 years. If you take him now, a child may die. Surely a few days more won't make any difference. Have gone! Will travel! Starling Mr. John Dana as Paladin.

San Francisco, 1875. The Carlton Hotel. Headquarters of a man called Paladin. Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Paladin. Afternoon. Any messages for me? Uh, yes. A telegraph came a few minutes ago. I was going to send it up to you.

Here you are, sir. Thank you. Uh, Clerk, would you tell a hey boy I'll be up in my room I'd like to see him. Yes, sir. Thank you. Oh, me so paladin. Oh, hey boy, you're just the one I wanted to see.

Oh, Yissa. Oh, you enjoy your afternoon walk? I did. Hey boy, do you have time to come up and help me pack my gear? Oh, Yissa. Hey, you go away again? I have to make a trip to Fort Larson in Arizona.

Arizona? Oh, Miss Apalade, you must be very careful when traveling Arizona. Why? Maybe you meet Daddy I Dick. Daddy I Dick? Oh, I saw Daddy I Dicky, very bad man. Hey boy, have you been reading Ned Bundt Line again?

You watch out for that bad man, Miss Apalade. Hey boy, Ned I Dick isn't real. He lives only in Mr. Buntyline's imagination. Oh, no, sir! He really live in Arizona, really! Oh, well, all right, have it your way.

Now I'll tell you what, if I see Dead Eye riding down the street with his six guns blazing, I'll run into the nearest saloon and hide under the table. Yes, sir! You'll do that! I was carrying a message to the commanding officer at Fort Larson.