For the past few months, our particular section of the country has been plagued by a continuous series of stage coach stick-ups. They were all performed by a lone bandit. Who, wearing a mask cut from an arbuckle coffee bag, had been given the name of the Arbuckle Kid. His system is the same, and his attack never varies. Selecting an isolated lonely spot along the stage coach road, the Arbuckle Kid suddenly appears, shotgun in hand and carefully takes up his position crouching under the near horse.