Summary
A soot-laden Utah canyon, 1915: John Gregory, once heir to a silver claim, drapes himself in midnight, mask of velvet, and the sobriquet “The Eagle,” circling the same oligarchs who swindled his widowed mother into an early grave. Beneath the carbon-glow of smelter stacks he stages balletic heists—bridles snipped, vaults yawning, stagecoaches evaporating into mesquite—while by day he courts copper-haired Lucy, her laugh bright as struck quartz, and swaps fishing lies with her guileless brother Bob. The trio’s innocence is a fragile diorama; the mine’s boardroom, paneled in deceit-oak, keeps ledgers dipped in cyanide. One cobalt dusk John glides into the company’s ironclad headquarters, only to find the night watchman already a marionette of death, pockets rifled by another predator. The true thief—Bob, desperation stitched into his gaunt silhouette—stands revealed, soon manacled beneath kerosene lamps that hiss like serpents. At the arraignment John, love a white-hot rivet through his chest, confesses, draping the noose across his own clavicle. Bob, swallowed by shame, uses a smuggled derringer to paint the jail wall with dusk; Lucy, clutching her brother’s ink-bleeding apology, spurs her mustang across alkali flats, arriving as the trapdoor yawns, her hair a comet of deliverance.
Synopsis
After his mother's death, John Gregory becomes the "Eagle," a thief determined to get even with the mining company that stole his family's fortune. No one suspects that he is a bandit, not even Lucy, the girl he loves, and her brother Bob. John finally breaks into the mining company's main office, but discovers that another robber has preceded him and killed the night guard. The robber is Bob, and when the boy is arrested, John interrupts the trial and takes the blame himself for Lucy's sake. Bob commits suicide, and Lucy, who discovers his written confession just before John is to be hanged, rides wildly to the jail and saves John's life.
