Metropolis Football Team Poisoned Part 13

Presenting the Transcription feature, Superman! God! It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Superman! Yes, it's Superman! Srained visitor from the planet Krypton, who came to earth with powers and abilities far beyond balls of mortal men.

Superman, who can reach tall buildings of a single bound, race a feeding bullet to its target, send steel in his bare hands, and who disguise this spark-kemp, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fights a never-ending battle for truth and justice.

And now to our story. Clark Kent, in an effort to secure an antidote to the brain-numbing potion given the members of the Metropolis University football team, has gone to the jungles of Central America where a tribe of savage, head-hunting Indians, no one at the Nahuatl, are said to possess the antidote.

On the advice of John Carter, manager of a rubber plantation, Kent hired a local white derelict known as Tango Pete to lead him to the Nahuatl tribe. But that night, the head-hunting Indians attacked the plantation, captured one native worker, and the Tom Tom's beating and weird savage cries echoing through the jungle, closed

in on the cottage where Kent, John Carter, and Tanglekeep waited armed with rifles. Behind the cottage, a hundred plantation workers are huddled in deadly fear of the approaching samadies. On the screen porch, Kent, Carter, and Tanglekeep peer into the darkness, as the jungle grums beat out an eerie warning of doom.

Listen, keep a sharp look out, Kent. There's no telling how many of the black beggars there are. Okay, Pete. Right here, Mr. Carter. I thought you were friendly with her now, on Pete. Don't you know that, Pete?