The End Of The Rope

Danger Bill, warrior of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the guardian of the forest, Ranger Bill, pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions.

Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. You know, fellas and girls, sometimes we think that mother and dad are just a bit stuffy with their advice and counsel.

We even feel that our parents try to take the fun out of life. Well, that's not true. What mom and dad tell us is for our own good. Life would be so much better if we'd listen to what older folks tell us.

This is the story about two young fellas who wouldn't listen to experienced advice, and it almost cost them. We'll say I'm almost giving the story away. Stick around for a breathtaking story. The end of the road. Here's a telegram for you. I came past the Western Union office in the way up here. Sid stuck it in my hand as I went by.

Thanks pal. I wonder what's up. Yeah, baby, his uncle left him his old swayback mule. Yeah, for his model T Ford. A bad news, fellas. Well, how bad? My old friend Nathaniel Norton is sending his son Bart and a friend of his out here for a couple of months on a vacation.

Oh, uh... And what kind of rascals are these young whippersnappers, Bill? Well, I guess they're well behaved as far as that goes to him. Well, then we haven't anything to worry about. Perhaps not, but I don't like being responsible for his son and friend.