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They're quick work for her too, so easy to bake. And they always turn out perfect. Betty Crocker promises that. So have mom put Betty Crocker honey spice cake on her grocery list today, huh? You'll be glad she did. And so will your whole family. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful mass-criter of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. Nowhere in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Come on Silver, let's go big fella. I'll sell the holly. There's been several hold-ups and robberies down this way. A small outlaw gang seem to be operating here, yet they've managed to avoid capture. Are we not far from town now, Kim and Tubby? Well, it's time for us to find a temporary campsite. After that, we'll concentrate on picking up the trail of those outlaws. Let's head for those cottonwoods over there, Tonto. Come on, Silver. Come up, Scout. Later that afternoon, Louis Krebs rode to the small ranch he owned outside of town. He was concerned when he discovered that the man Tom hadn't arrived. About half an hour later, he and the others heard Tom stopping outside the bunkhouse. Well, there's Tom now. I told him and the rest of you not to hang around town. You should have been here long ago. Well, listen here, Tom. Where have you been? You left the bank some time ago. Wait a minute, I brought some news for you. Well, I passed close to a cottonwood grove and stopped at the stream to water my horse. I saw two men turn in from the main trail. They didn't see me. What about them? One of them wore a black mask. I headed into a gully till they went past. They were talking to making camp in that grove. I could use two more gun slingers. Maybe they might be interested in joining with us. Oh, forget them. We've got enough to share with already. There's four of us and you. In spite of that, if I want them to be... All right, boys, you're talking about them. You couldn't get them to join the gang. Then what? When I first saw them, when they stopped in the grove, I heard that mask man say, whoa, Silver. Then he called the Indian and it was with him, Tato. I remembered both of them from the time when I was with the gang in Arizona. They're on the side of the law. The mask, comrade, is called the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger? I've heard of him. Yeah, and so have I. You must be slipping, Krebs, to get those two on our trail. Shut up. That mask man hasn't anything on us. I'm a respectable businessman who owns a small ranch. You're my ranch hands. Let him or anyone else make something out of that. He's smarter than you think, Krebs. And for one thing, we better give up the idea of robbing that stage tomorrow. We'll go right ahead with our plans. Now, wait a minute, boys. I reckon you don't understand... Your turn? Don't underestimate me. What do you mean? You set those two men pitch camp in that grove, didn't you? Yeah, that's right. That means they'll stay there tonight. It should be a simple matter for you to wait until after dark and they'll be sleeping and to sneak up on that camp and finish them off. You'll hand him a gun and two quick shots will do the job. Maybe you've got an idea there, boys. Whatever happens, head for town afterwards and mix with the crowd to lose your trail. Later, come on out here and report us. All right, I'll do it. After tonight, we won't have to worry about any interference from the Lone Ranger. That evening, Toto spent a few hours in town. Then returned to the camp to report that there was no news. The Lone Ranger and Toto rolled into their blankets to get a good night's rest and were soon sleeping. The moon was bright and as they slept, there was nothing to indicate the danger that crept toward them. As the outlaw, Tom, cautiously made his way on foot through the grove with his gun ready. But the sleeping men were not entirely unguarded. The great horse, Silver, raised his sensitive nose and caught the outlaw's scent. The intelligent stallion pawed the ground restlessly and gave a warning whinny. The Lone Ranger stirred slightly. Then opened his eyes. Toto, uh, meet here, Silver, give one. Be ready to move quickly when I give the word. After me, we're ready. The masked man and the Indian lay still. But their eyes moved to take in the surroundings. Suddenly, the Lone Ranger nudged Toto and whispered. I see a figure outland on the edge of the clearing over there. Let me see him. We'll spring up and move apart at the same time throwing shots around his feet. Now! Coming back to the trees, come on now. I'm riding away fast. I'm bloody surprised. We'll get Silver and Scott and pick up his trail. All right, let's go. Me wonder why he sneaked up on camp. He had a gun in his hand, Toto. Either he followed you from town tonight, or he saw us make camp here earlier. Not right. We'll follow his trail and see where it leads. All right, let's settle the horses and get started. At the same time, the outlaw, Tom, rode hurriedly toward town. The sudden move by the Lone Ranger and Toto had been totally unexpected. And since a bullet had nicked the heel of his boot, Tom had left hurriedly. He finally arrived in town and stopped at the hitch-track in front of a cafe. Then he entered. As Tom approached the bar, he noticed the sheriff standing there staring at his boot. Acting on impulse, Tom spoke. Sheriff of my boot, Sheriff. Glad I found you here. Why, what happened, Tom? Well, I was riding in from Mr. Krabbs Ranch with a couple of owl hoots trying to jump me. I laid out along the trail, but them shooting at me. One bullet clipped my boot here. A couple of owl hoots, you say? Yeah, one were a black mask, the other was an Indian. I thought maybe they'd belong to the gang that's been operating in this vicinity. Yeah, I'm sure of it. If you get a posse together, you can grab them. I'll round up some men right away and start out after that masked man in India. Located by the Bright Moon Life, the lone ranger and the tottle carefully studied the ground until they picked up the trail of the Outlaw Tom. Soon they were riding along the trail toward Boomville. Look, Kimosabi, many riders coming. Yes, you turn off another royal until they pass. Come on. Might be some cow post going home from town. Ah, it better than not see us. Do they go by? We'll continue on to town. Meanwhile, the sheriff and the posse moved along the trail in the moonlight as they rounded up Ben, the deputy, pointed and spoke. Look, Sheriff, two riders out in line against the sky coming over that riserhead. Yeah, I can't make them out from here. When they get close, we'll stop and ask them if they something. Hey, they've turned off the trail and rode down into the Arroyo. Hold on, everybody. Those armors must have caught sight of us coming. The way they ducked out of sight before we could get a close look at it means they might be the man we're hunting. You're right, Sheriff. What do we do, Sheriff? We'll ride on and act like we didn't see him. We'll get to the place where they turned off. We'll grab our guns and surprise them. I wonder if they aren't the masked men in Indian Cribs' ranch here and told you about it. They'll have to explain why they act so suspicious. But if they are the ones we're hunting, don't let them get away. Even if we have to fill them with lead. Right. Now let's get going. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. All of us are country in every direction. All you're doing is a question. And here's what the half of happy people have to say. Paton are the queenies. And we do, do, do an OK. OK. That goes for the star wherever you are. Take Barbara Ann Scott, figure skating champion from the Northland. Watch her on this one. Barbara Ann's good. Now there is a champ who's a real Wheaties fan. Sure helps to keep the gal up on her toes. A guy too. Take Bob Lemon who pitches a lot of ball for the Cleveland Indians. Lemon knows what champions know. Wheaties for breakfast away you go. Gosh, no wonder the champs of tomorrow are eating Wheaties today. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties flake. Keep on eating your Wheaties. And you'll be do, do, do an OK. OK. Now to continue. The last man and the Indians sat quietly in their saddles down in the arroyo as they waited for the riders to pass. A lone ranger spoke in a low voice as they approached on the trail. There'll be passers in a minute, Tutto. Am I right? Oh, look at that. Created both of you. Tutto. We'll go down to the arroyo. Come on, boys. We're not ass-laws. That's what you think, Sheriff? You're wearing a mask, aren't you? That's enough for me. If you let me explain, I... You can't explain the way the fact that you and that idiot jumped and knocked me back up the trail. He came to town and told us all about it. He's got a nicked boot heel to prove it to. Keep him covered, boys. I'll ride close and take their guns. As the sheriff moved his horse alongside the lone ranger, the masked man waited tensely. Then, as the lawman reached toward him, the lone ranger in a lightning-like move dropped a hand to his holster and whipped on a gun, jabbing it into the sheriff's side. Read, Sheriff. Be quick about it. He booked the gun at the sheriff, moved like lightning. What are the men to toss their guns into the bushes? No, but I... We'd better do what he says, Sheriff. He might plug you. I might. Well, I guess he's got me, man. Yeah. Toss your guns away, like he said. Where's mine? I'll throw yours for you. We'll trail you, mister. Next time, shoot you on sight. All right, let's go, Tato. After escaping from the posse, the lone ranger and Tato rode to the gallop for some time. Finally, they pulled rain after they had covered their trail by riding in a shallow creek for some distance. Oh, I hope so. Well, now we lose posse. What do we do, Kimosabe? I still want to trail the man who came to our camp tonight. Ah, but posse cover tracks a man we follow when they come up trail. The sheriff spoke of a man who went to town and reported we held him up. He must be the same one we were trailing. That's right. I understand the man's booted by Nick by one of our bullets. We go to town and locate him. That good idea. We've been back to town for a long time, maybe. That's what I'm carrying on. The masked man and the Indian reached town and rode along behind the buildings in the shadows. They stopped in back of the cafe and the lone ranger waited while Tato went to the front and entered. A short time later, Tato returned. Kimosabe, we see someone in the cafe with part of boot heel shot away. Good. We'll leave the horses here while we go across from the cafe in the shadows to come out. Let's go. The lone ranger and Tato waited until they saw the man Tato had seen. Leave the cafe and mount his horse at the hitch rack. All right. We'll get silver and scuttle and following. Come on. You think he belonged to outlaw gang? It's possible. He lied about us as the sheriff so the posse would hunt us. When he tried to surprise us at camp tonight, we were in the shadows and so was he. That's right. He had no time to observe my mask and not write but him tell sheriff about mask man and Indian. Exactly. He must know who we are and wants us out of the way. That's what gives me the idea. He may be one of the outlaw gang. Maybe that right. Let's start after him. Easy. Come on. The outlaw, Tom, rode directly to the Krebs ranch and putting his horse in the corral. He entered the bunkhouse where Krebs and the three others were waiting. Well, Tom, did you finish them? Well, from the most of your boots seems like they almost... Shut up, Fred. This is nothing to laugh about. They'll be on their guard. Tell us what happened, Tom. Briefly, Tom told about his visit to the Lone Rangers camp and the surprise result. Then he told about talking to the sheriff. Right now, the sheriff and a posse are out hunting for that masked comrade in the Indian. I say the wise thing to do is lay off that state job tomorrow. What? And lose $12,000 in cash? Don't be local. I say we take the chance and go ahead with the hold up. How is that masked man in the Indian going to interfere? They don't know our plans. You four men are gonna hold up that stage tomorrow as we plan. And bring the cash back here to this bunkhouse. You understand? Meantime, the Lone Ranger and Tonto had arrived at the Krebs ranch a few minutes after Tom had gone into the bunkhouse, leaving their horses in a shadowy grove. Some men made their way to the partly open back window of the bunkhouse with the idea of getting a close look at the man who had tried to surprise them at camp. After Krebs went to the ranch house, the Lone Ranger and Tonto returned to their horses. Well, it's after midnight, Tonto. I'm sure the posse's returned to town by now. We'll head for town. There's something I want to do. Easy savings. Easy, fella. Come on, Tom. The posse had returned to town and disbanded for the night. The sheriff and his deputy were in their office talking. Sam, too bad we lost the trail of those two outlaws, but we'll try again tomorrow. Well, since you're on duty tonight, I'll get a few hours' sleep. In the morning, we'll try. Hey, what? The mass robbery in the Indian? I closed the door. I suddenly you got more nerve than I thought. I gave the posse orders to shoot you and sight. Yes, so we learned. We can't afford to lose time avoiding the posse. I came to explain to you. There's nothing you can say, Mr. The Loose. Does this mean anything to you, Sheriff? A bullet? Why should this mean anything, mister? If it's meant as a threat, I... Wait, hold on. This is a silver bullet. That's right. Hey, I don't say this. Jiminy, I do. I've heard of the massed army who carries silver bullets and rides with an Indian. Todd and I came down here to help capture the outlaw gang that's been operating nearby. We thought you and the Indian were part of that gang. I told you before, a ranch hand from Krebs' place came to town and reported you tried to jump him earlier tonight. He lied. We were sleeping at our camp two miles out. He tried to sneak up on us, but we managed to turn the tables on him. But why should he sneak up on you, wonder? We've discovered he's one of a small outlaw gang who hides out at the Krebs' place. Uh, do I still need this gun? No, I'll put it away, mister. I know who you are now. Good. Look, there must be some mistake about what you just said about an outlaw gang hanging out at Krebs' place. Lewis Krebs is a careful man. He's a town banker, and he'd know all about any armies who were working for him. Krebs is leading a double-ranked sheriff. He'd leader that gang as well as being the town banker. It's mighty hard to believe. Well, it's true. There are five in the gang, including Krebs. Well, he followed the man with the nicked boot heel. He met the others, and they planned to rob the stage tomorrow. My thunder will catch him red-handed then. You won't get anything on Krebs. He won't be with them. Do you have any suggestion as to how we can get evidence against both the gang and Krebs? Yes. I suggest you let them rob the stage. But first, if you're willing, you can send it. The following day at noon, the gang, without Krebs, waited an Indian canyon behind some large boulders. Soon they saw the stage coming through the canyon. Here comes, fellas. Let's go. Get up! Come on! All right, don't shoot. I'll push down the cage. This is easier than we expected. Yeah, the guard's sitting there with his hands up. Now, let's get that cash box shut. We'll tie it on my horse. All right, Robbie, get that stage out of here in front of him. Get going. Lewis Krebs waited impatiently for the men to return from the stage robbery. Finally, they came into the bunkhouse one after the other. And now get that box open, Krebs, and give us our shares. We'll have to shoot off some luck. Go ahead and do it, Fred. All right, stand back, everybody. Well, that did it. All right, open the box. Before other men crowded around the table as Krebs lifted the lid, the look of consternation spread over their places as they looked inside. You're looking. There isn't any cash in the box. Just hold it, newspaper. They must have had to cash in another box. We've been tricked. Krebs, you fool. Somehow they must have got wind of your plan to rob the stage. That's right, Lewis. Hey, what? The sheriff and his deputy in a doorway. Use your cunning means. I said reach! Well, fix you, sheriff. Somebody shot me. He came through the window. That's the mask number you tried to finish off last night. There's the ending at the other one. We've got you all covered so you haven't got a chance. Drop your guns. Drop them. I knew that skinny coyote Krebs would get us into trouble. I warned him about that mask, men. All right, pick up their guns, Tuttle. You get them. My plan works, sheriff. The cash is safe. That express company money box on the table proves they held up the stage. Yeah, and it clenches a case against Krebs, too. We'll get plenty of evidence once we get them in jail and get them talking. Not a liar, not going back to town, sheriff. We're heading for Austin. Well, I reckon the deputy now managed to get these two crooks to jail after he gets them handcuffed. Get enough. Adios, sheriff. Montotto. Well, got handcuffs on them all, sheriff. Fine, deputy. We'll get them all in their horses and take them back to town right now. One, two, three. Get enough, sheriff. Hey, by the thunders, sheriff, you let those two get away before we find out who that mask man is. I don't hand us that stuff. You know as well as we do. He's a lone ranger. Lone ranger? The feature of the lone ranger incorporated is produced by Fendle Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the lone ranger is played by Brace Beamer. Your announcer, Fred Floyd. Listen to the lone ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.