It's time now for Johnny Dollar. Hello. Hello. Hello. What's that? I can't quite hear you.

This is Johnny Dollar. I'm phoning from a patrol phone, Forest Service, Summit Road. Okay, you're coming through now.

Is that Lieutenant Mervin? Right. They should have known it was you. What are you doing up there in the mountains? Is this a manhunter of vacation?

Relax, Lieutenant, before you use some words, you'll have to eat.

Meaning?

Call in your APB.

I found that stolen car that Hudson gang was using.

Where?

Up here in the Santa Rita Mountains, about a mile from Primrose Camp, Pop Bardell.

Yeah, I know the place.

They ran it off a cliff and started a rock slide to bury it. One of them still in the car, dead, two bullet wounds.

You must have hit him when they crashed your roadblock.

That makes two dead.

He leaves Jepernitsen and one other one still on the loose.

All right, Mr. Dollar, I'll have 50 men combing that area within an hour and a half.

You will not.

I what?

There's something wrong at Bardell's place.

You bring 50 state troopers in here. You may bust it wide open.

Bust what wide open?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

Tonight and every weekday night,

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