 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a ha-ha-ha-yo silver! The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the oat cereal that's ready to eat, Benny Crocker mixes, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions! Present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! You know, there's one snack that youngsters from 6 to 60 go for, and that's a chocolate fudge brownie, especially when they're perfect brownies. Like the kind you'll bake with Benny Crocker chocolate fudge brownie mix. So easy that the youngsters can turn out a perfect batch with no trouble at all. The finest ingredients are right in the mix, including softest silk cake flour, pure vegetable shortening, and rich chocolate flavoring. You just add water and eggs, add nuts if you like, blend and bake. Mmm, fudgy and chewy brownies that will fill a whole cookie jar. Each package of Benny Crocker brownie mix turns out 36 perfect brownies. 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Suddenly, Tonto pointed to the plains below and spoke. Look, Kimusabe, stage come and cross plain. The horses seem to be running wild, Tonto. I'll use my binocular hose over hose. Tonto, there's no driver on the seat of that stage. If we go down and try to hit it off, let's hurry. As the cleaning stage approached, the Lone Ranger swung Silver around so that the Greek white stallion could run alongside the swaying vehicle. Gaging the distance, the Lone Ranger rode beside the stage. Then, rising in the saddle, he leaped, grasping a handrail attached to the seat. Are they Silver? Oh, pull there! Hold! Hold steady! Hold! You all right, Kimusabe? Yes. We're looking inside the coach, Tonto. The coach is empty. Maybe it wasn't carrying any passengers. The driver and guard were both shot from the boot. Maybe that's right. What we do about stagecoach? Turn it around and drive it back to where it came, Tonto. I'll ride ahead in case the driver and guard are lying wounded somewhere. All right, let's hurry. The Lone Ranger, riding ahead of the stage along the back trail, presently saw two men lying a few yards apart. He pulled to a stop and dismounted. Poor chap is dead. Here's the driver. He's still breathing. Easy for the easy. Here's some water. Take it easy now. I'm done for. They got gold shipping from inside coach. Who did it? Do you know? Yeah, the Hooters. You mean the outlaw gang known as the Hooters? Yeah. I pulled the hood off the leader. We recognized him. So they shot us. Easy, easy. Tell me, who was the leader? What's his name? His name. What is it? Oh, oh, oh, oh. Haven't both shot him a copy? They're both dead, Tonto. Oh, that's pretty bad. The driver managed to speak. He said the gang known as the Hooters robbed the stage of a gold shipment. That outlaw gang we came to find. That's right. The gang has a clever leader. The driver said he snatched the hood from the leader's head. That's why he and the guard were shot. They recognized the leader. Driver saying name a fellow who lead gang? He started to. He said, Rob, Bob, then he died. They put the two bodies into the coach, Tonto. You drive the stage to town, explain to the sheriff, I'll wait for you nearby. Tonto drove the stage coach back to town and pulled the horses to a stop in front of the sheriff's office. The sheriff and his deputy came out of the office and approached the stage. What's the meaning of this, Indian? How come you're bringing that stage here? That's a stage that left here a while ago, sheriff. That's right. Outlaw gang, hold up stage. Shoot driver and guard. Take gold. Hey, Dave, where are the driver and guard? Are they wounded bad? They're both dead. You find bodies in coach, holy mackerel. Let's have a look, sheriff. Yeah, the Indians right. They're both dead, all right. We know this engine didn't have something to do with the holdup. Yeah, that's right. Indian, you've got some explaining to do. Ah, a me-ride trail with friends. See, stagecoach are on and wild, long plain. We stop horses and then ride back and find driver and guard. Yeah, but how do you know a gang held them up and did the killing in robbing? Driver, still alive. Him tell that before him die. Him say, gang, wear hoods to hide faces. All right, Jiminy, the hooders. All right, Indian, you can leave if you want them. We'll take care of these bodies and I'll start out with a posse. A lone ranger waited in a grove of cottonwoods just outside of town. Within a short time, Tot will return. Oh, Scott, oh, brother. Easy, Scott. Easy, brother. Did you have any trouble, Totto? No, Kim, sorry. Me tell Sheriff what happened. Him say, posse start soon to hunt gang. We'll go back to the spot where we found the two men. Try to pick up the gang's trail. Easy, brother. Easy, Scott. Easy, brother. In the meantime, in town, a crowd had gathered as the bodies were removed from the stagecoach and taken to the coroners. Several men had gone into the Sheriff's office to get the facts of the hold up and killing. One of them, known as Deal Robinson and who own the local hotel and cafe, stood before the Sheriff's desk, acting as spokesman for the crowd. He was saying... Sheriff, you say the stage and the bodies were brought into town by an Indian. Yep, that's what I said, Mr. Robinson, and that's the way it was. It seems to me you should have held that Indian for questioning. Why'd you let him go? Because it stands to reason if he had anything to do with what happened, he wouldn't have come here with the bodies. I'd say it's just the thing a smart killer might do. Tommy Rodson. That Indian couldn't have held up and killed the driver and guard and made off with a heavy box containing the gold shipment all by himself. Well, that's right. I agree with you on that. Good. I'm glad you do. But I do think he had help to do those things, Sheriff. And part of the plan was for him to bring back the stagecoach with the bodies and tell that story about the Hooters doing it. That outlaw gang that we call the Hooters is responsible for a lot of robberies and killings hereabouts, Mr. Robinson. Now, it's logical to believe that same gang did this job, like the Indian said. Ah, we're wasting the time. You gotta get a posse together and see what can be done to trail that gang. Sheriff, I say trail that Indian and bring him back. Then force him to tell the truth and to tell where the person or persons who are helped him. Wait a minute. Hold on. Are you trying to tell me how to run my office? Well, maybe I am with that. Remember, I have a lot of influence around here. It wouldn't take much to get you replaced. Go ahead. But while I am, Sheriff, I'm not taking orders from you or anybody else. I'm going hunting for the Hooters. Deal Robinson left the Sheriff's office and walked rapidly down the street to his own office in the hotel. He motioned to two men who were lounging in the lobby and a few minutes later they came to his office. Come in, come in. Cal, I have a job for you and Rusty to do. All right. What is it, boss? Yeah, anything you say. You both saw the Indian who drove the stage into town, didn't you? Yeah, we saw him when he drove past the hotel. That's right. Good. I tried to throw suspicion on that Indian, but the Sheriff wouldn't listen to me. He's determined to blame everything on the Hooters. Well, he isn't far from wrong at that. I don't see anything funny about that. Stop worrying, boss. When we separated, the creek each of us covered his trail on the way back to the hotel. Sure, the Sheriff and the Posse never picked up our trail yet. Well, it's always the first time. I don't like the way he talks to me. He as much as told me to mind my own business. Forget it. There's nothing you can do about it. Yes, there is. He's leading that Posse out to where the holdup took place. Cal, I want you to head out of town right away and wait behind the rocks just across that narrow gorge. What? The Sheriff and Posse will ride the trail along the other side of the gorge. Use your rifle and pick him out of the saddle. Then head for the creek and cover your trail back here. All right. That's the way you want it. What am I supposed to do? Rusty, I want you to start out right now and trail that Indian who brought in the stage. Find him and bring him back here to town. The Hoofmarks, the lone ranger and totter were following circled toward the narrow gorge of which Deal Robinson had spoken. As the two men approached the gorge, the tracks they were following crossed a smooth rocky surface. They reigned to a stop to study the ground. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. Cracks, cracks, not turn off and go straight ahead. Oh, I see. Real... Look, tunnel. Over to the left near that boulder. Ah, a long horse. Him seem to be watching trail cross gorge. That's right. He's holding a rifle. Him not here to stop here. All right, let's move closer. Come on. Get him up, Scout. He'll stop here and watch him. Oh, look here, Masabi. Rider's coming up trail. Just cross gorge. Looks like a posse. Ah, we see Sheriff riding in front. That man, Tutto, he's aiming his rifle. Him wait till them get closer. Maybe try shoot, Sheriff. I'll stop him. Him drop rifle. Grab arms. Think I creased his arm. He's leaving now. We'll follow him, Tutto. Come on, Tutto. Get him up, Scout. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Cowboy Tom is a boy of six. He knows all kinds of cowboy tricks. He can rope a steer because he knows. He's got go power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got go power. There he goes. He's feeling his Cheerios. Cheerios. Cheerios. You bet, Cheerios. The old cereal that needs no cooking. Every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals and proteins your body needs. Yes, the good things in a Cheerios breakfast do good things for your body. Help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones and muscles. And besides giving you go power, Cheerios is downright wonderful tasting. That toasted old flavor is really something. And when you add milk and your favorite fruit, say some sliced bananas, you're in for a delicious breakfast treat. Get the whole family off to a good start every morning with Cheerios. Then you'll hear people say, He's feeling his Cheerios. Now to continue. The lone ranger and Toto had caught sight of the outlaw, Cow, as he was about to carry out Robinson's order to shoot the sheriff. Acting quickly, the lone ranger fired at Cow, who dropping his rifle and grabbing his arm a moment glanced around, then hurriedly rode away. The lone ranger and Toto started out in pursuit. Meantime, across the narrow gorge, the sheriff and the posse pulled to a halt. What that shoot was about? Look, there goes somebody over there. Throw that at him. I thought that looked like Robinson's man, Cow Pittman, being chased by an Indian and a mass comrade. Yeah, did you see that paint horse Indian was riding? I bet he's the same one who brought in the stage. Maybe Robinson was right after all, Sheriff, about that Indian. I hate to admit it, but maybe the Indian did have something to do with that holdup. They headed toward town. Let's go the same way till we can pick up their trail. Come on, get up there! Cow rode directly to the hotel and reported what had happened to Deal Robinson. The lone ranger's bullet had creased his arm, and after the wound was attended to, Cow and Deal discussed the situation. What about the sheriff and the posse? How'd they act? They were yelling and throwing letters to the left. Well, maybe it's just as well, Cow. If they saw the Indian and mass comrade, they'll think I was right after all. I'm going to watch for the posse to come back and see what the sheriff has to say now. Meanwhile, the lone ranger and totter had followed Cow to town. The sun was setting and they rode in the shadows behind the buildings until they found Cow's horse hitched in a grove behind the hotel. They pulled to a stop and dismounted. Well, I'll leave horse here and go in backdoor hotel. He may be one of the outlaw gang totter. They'd be that they're hiding right in the hotel. I'll move Silver further back into the shadows in case anyone else comes along. And then what we do? You go around front and watch for the posse to return. I'll wait here until it's dark, and I'm going to go inside and try to locate that man. By short time later, the posse returned and grew rain in front of the sheriff's office. I'll find out if Cow and Pitman got back to town, have a talk with them about the men who were chasing him. And if the moon comes up bright, we'll try to locate them. Hey, Sheriff, here comes Cow now. Robinson's with him. Cow's got a bandage on his arm. Zalhut wants to wing them this afternoon. They've been waiting for you to get back, Sheriff. While you were out hunting for an outlaw gang, Cow was attacked by that Indian on a mask man. I told you that Indian was the one you should have trailed. I was lucky that he didn't kill me, Sheriff. Yes, but what I want to know is what you were doing out there on the other side of the gorge. Well, frankly, I sent Cow and Rusty out separately to try to trail that Indian. I wanted to prove to you I was right. Yeah, I was trailing that red skin when they jumped me. I saw you in the posse across the gorge, but I knew you couldn't do anything to help then. Maybe you were right, Robinson, about that Indian. We saw him with a mask on, Bray, sitting on after Cow. You mean they followed him? Yeah, look that way to us. Hey, Sheriff. He could just move on the edge of the crowd. That Indian. Well, none of that's him all right. Cover that Indian man and bring him here. All right, go ahead. Wait! Me not too wrong. You're covered Indian, come here. Me not savvy on your whole gun on me. Make him tell where his mask partner is, Sheriff. They remember two men were killed on that stage and Cow was wounded. You made a mistake in coming back here to town, Indian. Me not make mistakes. Where's that mask man? Where is he? Me not talk. Well, by thunder we ought to string him up right now. Hold on, Rob. Wait a minute. None of that kind of talk. Wait a minute. I'll attend to this in my own way. So far you've made a botch of the whole thing. If I hadn't set my own men to hunt this Indian, the truth wouldn't have come out. Truth not out yet. I told you once, Robinson. I'm telling you again. As long as I'm Sheriff, I'll do things my own way. Now thank you to mind your own business. Now you men move away from front of this jail house or I'll run you all in front of it. After darkness fell, the lone ranger not knowing what had happened to Toto left the grove and cautiously made his way into the hotel through the back door. He moved along the dimly lit corridor stopping momentarily to listen at each door. Suddenly he heard steps and voices coming through from the lobby. He quickly moved into a cross hallway and flattened himself against the wall in the shadows. Now that the Indian Good lynching party's unable but the Sheriff is mad. Rusty, go upstairs and have the others come to my office. I'll tell my plans to all of them. They must mean tons in jail to do something about this. A short time later, the Sheriff and the deputy were at the Sheriff's office talking. I sure don't like Robinson's attitude. Thinks he runs this town. He certainly don't seem to like you, Sheriff. What's the matter, Comrade? He came to get the engine out. Sheriff, I'm sorry to take this means, but I must talk to you without wasting time. In spite of those guns, mister, you're not taking that Indian away from this jail. Are you interested in catching the gang called the Hooters? Sure. Here's a silver bullet. That mean anything to you? Silver bullet, eh? That's right. I have more in my gun belt. How did I came down this way to help find the Hooters? We saw the empty stage and Tano brought it from the two bodies back here to you. Yeah, and that Indian's name is Tano? Right. You carry silver bullets. Say, you must be the lone ranger. I am. Great day. Put up your guns. You don't need them. Thanks, Sheriff. Tano and I came upon a man with a rifle waiting to shoot you from ambush this afternoon. What? Yes. I wounded him and he rode away. Came here to town. That was Cal Pittman, Robinson's man. Say, he was aiming to kill me? Yes. Bring Tano out here, then get a few men. If we hurry, I'm sure we can catch the Hooters with our leader. In deal, Robinson's office, Cal and Rusty with three other men listened as Robinson talked. Cal, you and Rusty keep on a cover tonight. I left Joe and Pete go to the cafe and aroused the man against that Indian. It'll be easy for a big lynching party to take him from jail and string him up. What good does that do us? I've accused the sheriff of making a lot of mistakes right along. After the lynching, I'll accuse him of protecting his prisoner until we can locate the mask arm break. What about that masked man? He's still on the loose? Yes. After I get you appointed sheriff, Rusty, you can blame everything our hooded gang does on that masked man. Then we'll be able to operate without any trouble from the law. The box of gold from the stage is in my closet over there. A few men do a good job tonight. We'll divvy up what's in that box in the morning. I'll get going to the cafe. All right. Don't move any of it. I'll get the sheriff and the deputies. What's the meaning of this? We heard everything that was said, Robinson. You're the leader of those hooters. I'll settle you. I'll keep reaching the rest of you. You must have men posted at the window. Fight your way out, men. Go down fighting. That's right, Sheriff. Yeah, they are. Search the place, men. Here's the box of gold and let's cause it. And here are the hoods they wore on the desk floor. You have nothing on me. Shut up. Men like you are a disgrace. Like the mask man said, you keep the West from growing. Bring us a bad name out this way. You're all going to jail for the murder of the stage driver and the guard. What do you mean, the mask man said that? What's he got to do with this? Well, he saved me from your bullet a minute ago when he shot through the window. That's twice today he saved my life. He and that Indian sure are a great pair of hombres. Why should he help you? Who is he? Before you decided to plot against that Indian, Robinson, you should have found out that he was the one who rides with a lone ranger.