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Terry Keller says there isn't any danger, and he thinks we're foolish to follow the Butterfield Trail when there's a shorter route from Phantom Hill on. Terry Keller is a young, headstrong fool. Well, it's not fair to say such a thing about Terry. At least you ought to wait until he's here to defend himself. Well, he ought to be here. I've been up with Carver and Beauvais going away like he did. Terry said they were going to do some trail scouting, Will. What's he know about scouting? Oh, the other two for that matter. Just because Beauvais and Carver have made one trip out here, they seem to think they know it all. Well, I suppose Terry wants to be sure everything goes right because his father financed the trip. Well, I wish to put in charge of this wagon train, and what I say goes. Unless you all get together and vote somebody else in my place. That's all right now. Come along, Lucy. On the trail ahead, Terry Keller, a young man about 25, was returning to the wagon camp with Beauvais, a Frenchman, and Carver, a rough-talking, heavy-set man. As they rode, Carver was saying, Terry, you and the others listen to Will Halden. It'll take weeks longer maybe to get where you're at. It'll take our word for that branch trail we just showed you. Get the wagons there safer and quicker. Hey, Beauvais. But of course. We have traveled these short routes, and we know it is a far better way to go. Is there danger if we leave the World Travel Butterfield Trail? Ah, the Indians are well under control now. Carver, it's right, Terry. Talk to the others, Terry. Get them on your side. They'll listen to you. Convince them the short route is better all the way around. All right. I'll see what I can do. Come on, get up. Get up. Late that night after the camp had quieted, Beauvais and Carver slipped away and rode west along the trail to meet an Indian scout and send word to Chief Likefoot that the wagons would be certain to take the so-called short route, a route leading into wild and unpatrolled country which was ideal for an Indian attack. As the two men rode, Beauvais was saying, What do we get out of all this crap? All the cash invaluable in the wagon train. And there's plenty. The Comanche's get the guns ammunition and horses. But if Will Alden is still wagon master and insists on going the regular route, I've been putting the idea in Terry's mind to get the men to boat out hold and elect me as wagon master. You? That is laughable. Yeah? Well, I'll be able to stop the wagons for the night just where the Comanche chief wants them to stop. And you and I'll slip away just before the attack. Come on, let's hurry. Get up there. After meeting a Comanche brave and sending the message to Chief Likefoot, Carver and Beauvais return to the wagon camp. All the next day as they rode slowly over the prairie, Terry talked to the pioneers one by one. That night after the wagons were circled in camping formation, a man who had been chosen as spokesman called for a boat to replace Will Alden as wagon master. After the boating, he spoke to the group. The boating shows that Carver is to replace Will Alden as wagon master. I hope there's no hard feeling. Here, go ahead. Follow Carver from now on. As for me, I'm taking my wagon and leaving the train with anyone who want to go along. I'm still going to follow the Butterfield Trail. Early the following morning, Malone Ranger and his Indian companion, Toto, rode the Butterfield Trail eastward toward Fort Phantom Hill. It's not far to Fort now, King was happy. Maybe two, three miles. That's right, Toto. We'll stop and see our friend, Colonel Davis. Look, King was happy. Wagons coming this way. Only three of them. Then shoot. Have you think we outlawed? Stop and wait, Toto. Don't draw your gun. We're not outlaws, if that's what you think. Don't listen to him, Will. I've heard about the masked outlaws out this way. Well, maybe he's telling the truth. Maybe they aren't outlaws. Of course he is wearing a mask. Oh, wait a minute, Lucy. I remember hearing about a masked comrade when we lived out here before. He was said to ride a white stallion and carry silver bullets. My gun belt is filled with silver bullets. What's your horse's name, mister? Silver. Lucy. He's the one I heard about. Hey, mister, you must be the lone ranger. That's right. Come on, boy. Well, I'm glad to meet you. My name is Will Holden. This is my wife, Lucy. How do you do, Mrs. Holden? This is Toto. How do you do, sir? I'm surprised that only three wagons made the trip west, Mr. Holden. He'd run into hostile Indians. Oh, we had a big wagon train as far as Phantom Hill. What happened to the others? Well, it's a long story, mister. But if you have a few minutes, I'll tell you all about it. Go right ahead. Briefly, Will Holden told the lone ranger and Toto what had taken place. When he finished, the masked man spoke. The trail the others have taken isn't really shorter. It's far rougher. Oh, so there's more danger running into hostile Indians. Yes, that sounds terrible. I wonder why Mr. Carver and Mr. Beauvay think it's the better and shorter route. That's what I wonder, Mr. Holden. What type of man are they, Mr. Holden? I'll answer that, mister. I figured there'd be a couple of no-good pole cats. They pulled the wool over Young Keller's eyes and got him to side with them against Will Holden. Now, take it easy, Jake. Terry Keller has the right to his own opinion? No, he hasn't. His father put you in charge. He should have stuck by it. Don't tell him what those three will lead the wagon train into on that other route. I suggest you turn back and wait at Fort Fannham Hill for another wagon train coming west. I'll now turn south and take a shortcut to the other trail. As soon as we locate the other wagons, the better. We'll get word to you later. Adios. Adios! Let's go! We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Now, free stamp offer from Cheerios, the ready-to-eat old Cheerios. Free for one special Cheerios boxtop, a 64-page guide packed with information on stamp collecting plus 10 genuine foreign stamps to start your collection. Begin the world's most thrilling hobby, collecting stamps from strange, exciting faraway lands all over the globe. You'll want this handy 1955 stamp guide for your very own. It contains many pages in full color, gives you tips on how to collect stamps, how to start your own stamp club, and even includes a whole illustrated section on U.S. stamps. Get your 64-page guide plus 10 stamps free for only one special Cheerios boxtop. And on the back of the same Cheerios package, find still another offer, 300 foreign stamps plus stamp album for only 25 cents in boxtop. All stamps supplied by world's largest stamp firm, H.E. Harrison Company of Boston. Act now! Look for the Cheerios package with the free stamp offer on front. Now, to continue. The route the wagon train had taken branched off the Butterfield Trail east of Phantom Hill and ran southward for several miles. Then it swung west and ran parallel to the main trail. The lone ranger and tato took a shortcut and managed to reach the lower trail in time to see the wagon train approaching. There come the wagons, tato. There's still some distance away. So far nothing has happened to them. We're right ahead along the trail and look for possible danger. The new trail ran through rolling country and as the lone ranger and tato rode, they noticed the fresh hoot marks of one horse. A short time later as they topped their eyes, they saw a rider just disappearing over the low hill ahead. A few moments passed before they reached the top of the low hill and saw him turn from the trail into the woods. The masked man and Indian also left the trail and rode cautiously through the woods for some distance. Then they approached the edge of the low mesa. They stopped and dismounted as he stood in the middle. The hoof marks go right to the edge of this mesa. Come on, pal. A moment later the two men saw that the hoof prince followed a steep narrow path to a valley below in which there was an Indian camp. Using field glasses, they saw a white man talking to the Indian chief in sign language. Tato watched. Then said, Hey, Masabi. Yes. White pal attempt chief about wagons. In say there many rifle comes much ammunition. And he's from the wagon train. Now chief makes signs. Say Indian attack from behind when wagons reach the river. Tato, it will be a massacre. We must get help. You ride to Fort Phantom Hill. We'll take those wagons several hours to reach the river. The troopers may have time to get here. Make own out. Adios. After Tato left, the lone ranger mounted silver and rode out to the trail. Then he headed eastward to meet and warn the pioneers. In time, Tato started back along the shortcut trail. He had ridden about a mile. When rounding a bend, he saw a Comanche scouting party approaching. Oh, Tato, Tato, Tato, Tato. Quickly he turned his horse around and started back. Get a little scout. The Comanches saw him and urged their pawn in for a gallop. Tato glanced back, then, feeling sure he could outrun his pursuers, gave scout his head. But at that moment, more Indians rode from the bordering woods ahead of him and barred his path, realizing he was trapped. Tato pulled to a stop. You piece, not one trouble with Comanche. Yo, not Comanche. What you do here? Come on, come on. Come on, come on. Brave say, we take your chief life foot. If you move, you'll die now. Hey, guns, fire! On the trail and slowly moving westward, Terry Keller rode at the head of the wagon train with Beauvais. Where did Carver go? He has gone ahead to do some scouting, tell me. He should be back here. I wish Holland had stayed with us. Even though he's no longer in charge, I still think... Say, look. A rider coming toward us. Must be Carver returning. Oh, it cannot be. He doesn't ride a white horse. That rider is masked. He must be a highwayman. I'll stop him with it. No, wait. We have 30 men to his whine. He can't harm us. Better stop the wagon. Stop the wagon! Ho, ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Easy, silly big fella. You are covering me. You're not going to reach for your guns. I come as a friend. Who's in charge here? A new wagon master isn't here at the moment. What is it you want? I'm Terry Kelly. Well, Holland told me about you. I came to warn you of danger. The Comanche plans to attack. Why should we listen to you and outlaw? This is some trick, Terry. Do not pay any attention. I'm not an outlaw and this isn't a trick. Wait a minute. You mentioned Will Holden. Yes, I met him on the other trail earlier today. He told me all that took place. Terry, we get the men to tie up this mask man. And we turn him over to the first sheriff. We... Just a minute. If you talk to Holden, he must consider you a friend. Yes, he does. You must heed my warning. A heavy-set man went to the commanding camp a while ago and talked to the chief. Heavy-set man? He must be Carver. And you? I heard you call out, come on, Silver. Yes, that's right. My horse is named Silver. My father told me of a mask man who wrote a white stallion by that name. A man who carried two fancy guns and used silver bullets. Here's the silver bullet he gave dad. I carry it now. Here's one like it from my gun belt. You must be the lone ranger. I am. Evidently, Carver is a traitor and plans to lead you into a trap. He attacked with the Indians. We'll take place at the river. River? Yes, it's about 10 miles from here. Oh, Carver would betray us, eh? And all the time I trusted him as a friend. Almost as a partner. And you knew nothing about all this, Bouvet? Of course not. But what are we to do? Turn back and head for Fort Phantom Hill. The Comanche camp is about two miles from here. Let's hope they don't find out the wagons have turned back. All right, we'll do whatever you say, Mr. I agree with you, Terry. Let us start them back at once. I'll ride back until the others. Dealer, get it back. Ride back. Bouvet played his part so well that neither the lone ranger nor Terry suspected what he intended to do. A Frenchman rode toward the rear of the line of wagons and told each driver to turn back. After all the wagons had turned, he waited until they moved past it. After the last of them had gone by, Bouvet turned hurriedly and rode into the woods. Get it! Meanwhile, at the Comanche camp, Tato tied hand and foot was a prisoner in one of the TPs. Realizing what would happen if the troopers weren't warned, he struggled for some time to loosen his hands, but without success. I know you... ...throats... He's plenty tight. Oh, hello! Oh, uh... Hey, boys. One more time. Chief Shady, my pale face, come back with other pale faces. Tell the chief to come and ward the wagons back. The way is to turn back. Oh, me don't have a mouse. I don't have a mouse. Tato listened intently as the chief and the other Comanches discussed the situation. He understood their language and heard the chief say his brains would soon start in pursuit of the wagons and attack them on the open plain at dusk. Tato looked about him practically for some way to get loose. At first it seemed hopeless. Then his eyes rested on a double-edged tomahawk, securely wedged into the center post of the TP. He struggled to his feet to hop to the post, then turning his back, worked the rope on his wrists against the protruding sharp edge of the tomahawk. They hoped no one'd come in the TP. The rope frayed, strand by strand, until finally it parted. As we know, next neon tied feet. Just as he loosened the rope on his ankles, he saw the shadow of an approaching figure. Quickly, he lay down and waked. Then the Indian who had captured him and taken his guns entered. Soon we take you out. Time to post. Chief, say you'll die for what you do. As the Indian moved close, Tato suddenly went into action. He reached out, grabbing the surprise Comanche and pulling him to the ground. I'm not dying. This keeps you quiet, sir. The Indian went limp and Tato took back his own guns. Next, he took the fallen savages' warp on it to use as a partial disguise and placed it on his head. He used his hunting knife to cut an opening in the back of the wigwam. Making sure he wasn't observed, he quickly headed for a nearby grove and soon made his way to the horses where he found Scout. A moment later, he mounted. Then, discarding the warp on it, hurriedly rode away. Get him out, Scout! Later, the lone ranger rolled at the rear end of the wagon train to watch for the Comanches in case they followed. Toward dusk, the wagon stopped and circled for the night. The circle had just been completed. When the Indians, a hundred strong, appeared over a rise. The Comanches are coming. Every man to his post! The Comanches began circling the wagons, using what guns they had and firing placing arrows. The Masked Man was everywhere at once, advising, helping. Keep down, make every shot count. Watch out for those placing arrows! Mister, we haven't much chance. Don't give up, sir. They haven't many guns. We must hold them up. For some time, the battle raged. The Comanches rode in an ever-closing circle. Many of the pioneers had been wounded and Terry Keller felt certain the end was near for them all. No use, Mister, we can't hold out. This is my fault. I'd listen to Will Hall and everything. There's no time to blame yourself, Terry. I saw Beauvais and Carver at the edge of the grove with the Indian chief. They got us into this. Yes, I should have realized Beauvais was in with Carver on the plans. They're too much for, as I tell you, a bugle. That means two birds. Yes, I see them. Numbering almost 200 moved in from two sides. Their sudden appearance looked the Comanches by surprise. And though the savages fought desperately, they were soon subdued. Those who could still ride tried to escape, but failed. The fight had come to an end. In the battle, Carver, Beauvais and the chief were captured. Later, within the circle of wagons, Will Halden, who had come with the soldiers, spoke to the pioneers. I mean, I understand you want me to take over as wagon master again. He's sure to have a better one. Well, thank you. Carver and Beauvais were captured and are going back to the Fort as prisoners, along with the Comanches chief. Here, serve some rice. Thanks to the mask man and his Indian friend, Tato, who came to the fort with the news, a massacre has been a first. I... I want to apologize for the way I acted. The mask man told me you fought mighty well, Terry. I reckon you won't be taken in so easily the next time by traitors like Carver and Beauvais. That's right. I think we should give the mask man a vote of thanks right now. The Indian, too. Wait a minute. It's too late for that. They've already left with the troopers, Terry. Dad sure will be surprised and happy to hear that I actually met the Lone Ranger. He's a true American. And an hombre who believes always in the right. We're mighty lucky to have a friend like the Lone Ranger. We'll return in just a moment for a word about our next exciting Lone Ranger adventure, Railroad Robberies. 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