The Lost Ship

And now, a tale well calculated to keep you in... ...suspense. In a moment, act one of the lost ship, written especially for suspense by Erwin Lewis. This is a sharp curve ahead Harry, be careful.

Don't worry, I see it. You hear something? Blah. Sounds like a siren. It does sound like a siren, doesn't it? Shut up, look at this. Yeah, think you're right. Maybe it's the police. I could if he would have lost some hours.

I don't know, but he's getting out of it. I think that he chances we better get off this railroad fast. Yeah, that looks like a cut-off. I would have eaten straight across the desert. It isn't much of a road.

I'm tired of each of you choosing. Hang on. Or a day. We can't cut back those police might be patrolling a highway. We'll win till dark. Well, can't you slow down up. I'm getting sick.

This is no longer honey. I'm going to put a much distance between us and the highway is fine. Take a look. What is it? Oh, it's spring. Oh, what do we do now? We can't stay here. Grab the bag and let's go.

Oh, the sweater. We're on a road of some sort. It's got to leave someplace. Let's try those hills. What about this suitcase? Leave it in the car. This little bag is all the luggage we need.

A lot of good it'll do without here. Where there's a road there's bound to be a house of people. What's in this bag talks any language. Come on, let's go. They're killing me. Oh, I've got a rescue, is it?

I'm going to get arrested. Get on my jacket. I'm getting all dirty. So what? We'll buy a thousand jackets once we hit the border. Sit on her. Oh, what do you really? I'm so hot.