Crooked Oil Association Part 02

Presenting the transcription feature, Superman! Look! Up in the sky! It's a plane! It's Superman! Yes, it's Superman! Strange visitor from the planet Krypton, who came to earth with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men.

Superman, who can leap tall buildings of a single bound, The single bound, race a speeding bullet to its target, then steal in his bare hands. And who disguised as Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper, fights a never-ending battle for truth and justice.

But before we joined Superman, listen. And now to our story. When Clark Kent and young Jimmy Olsen flew west, they were met at the Lost Valley Airport by their old friend, Tumbleweed Jones. Tumbleweed, together with most of the ranches in the locality, had struck oil on a small parcel of grazing range given him by Comanche Joe.

But he had also run into trouble. Abnett Cheney, president of the local bank, owned the only pipeline and railroad spur capable of carrying crude oil to the refinery. In order to get high prices for transportation, he had organized an association, threatening anyone who refused to join up.

But Tumbleweed Jones would have none of the association and bought three of his own tank truck. All this Ken's and Jimmy learned that they drove the Tumbaweet oil field on the buckboard as they approached it, shots ran out.

Tumbaweet sent the horses into a mad gallop and the buckboards swayed perilously as the grays know as the dirt rose. Listen. You can see a tank truck from here to the wheel. I knew that big shed. They're red, aren't they?

Yep, that's them. But what are all the hands crowding around them for? What was that shooting? Oh, maybe they're just welcoming us in typical western fashion. No, I didn't let on to nobody who was coming.