Clark Kent-Imprisoned

Presenting Superman! The Miss Sky! Look! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Superman! And now, Superman! Just a few hours to go before the crack train of the West Coast Railroad, the Silver Clipper, leaves Denver for Salt Lake City, where the mysterious power through its agent, the wolf, has sworn she will never arrive.

And Superman, in his character of Clark Kent, news reporter for the Daily Planet, Superman was last seen being dragged down a flight of steel stairs and thrown into the soundproof room of the wolves hideout near the railroad yard.

It is late afternoon, verging toward sundown in the world above, and still the gangster keynote works on the unresisting form of Kent, bound and shackled to the wall before him. Listen, you. I'm getting tired of this.

How about talking? I've already told you. There's nothing I care to talk about. Why, Skye, hey? Okay, we'll see how long you lasted this. Open the door, you know. Okay, here comes the boss. Wait till you see what happens now.

Well, you know, what luck. No luck at all so far. He ain't doing much talking. He's tough, boss. Still, I was just gonna let it go, you know. There's no more time. I did want to know where he got his information, but it won't matter.

That's what you think, Wolf. That's what I know, my young friend. What do you mean? Ha, you'd like me to talk, huh? Very well, I don't mind in the least. In a few hours' time, Mr. Clark Kent, the Silver Clipper will leave Denver for Salt Lake.

You'll recall what happened to the locomotive and tender last night? Don't boast, Wolf. You didn't have anything to do with that. They'll find that engine. Possibly. But they haven't found it yet. And let me tell you this, Mr. Kent.