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Wheat body, do, do, do, do an okay. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful mask rider 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 am Silver. With time to kill while waiting for the powder city blacksmith to shoe his horse, Tonto, the Indian friend of the Lone Ranger, sat down on a bench in front of the stagecoach station. He had been there but a short time when the stage arrived. Stage is in. Bring out the great horse. Hey there Pete, you're right on time. Howdy Mr. Morgan. Where's the strongbox? Right here at my feet, I'll hand it down to you. You got a hold of it? Yes. The strongbox was heavy and the driver helped the stationmaster carry it into the office. Close the door Pete, be right there. Where's my key? Oh, here it is. This box holds over twenty thousand dollars in paper, money and gold. Oh, gold, that's a lot of money. Yeah, watch outside while I dial the combination on the stage. Yeah, I'm watching. And do you see anyone who looks suspicious? Nope, the stable boys are changing the horses. The Indians helping my passenger unload his luggage. No one else around. That's correct. Twice, twenty seven. The passenger's name is Prindle, he's widow Frisbee's brother. When she died last month he got her property. Told me he plans to stay here in Powder City and go into some kind of business. Oh, it's underation. What's wrong, boss? Oh, I made a mistake. Now I've got to start dialing the combination all over again. Keep quiet while I'm doing it. Morgan concentrated on the safe and Pete was equally absorbed in watching the street. Neither was aware of a man who moved with cat-like silence from the storeroom behind the office. The man's face was covered by a large bandana. He held a saddlebag in one hand and a heavy gun in the other. Crossing the office, he stood close to Pete's back, then used his gun as a club. Morgan turned quickly at the sound of the blow. Hey, what's this? Keep quiet, you're covered. What's this? Just what it looks like, a holder. Here's a saddlebag. I should hold all the paper money that's in the strongbox. How did you learn about it? Keep quiet and fill the saddlebag. If you stall until your driver regains consciousness, I'll have to slug him again. Another wrap on the head might kill him. Those in the street didn't suspect that a robbery was taking place. The stablehands were busy with the horses. While Tottle carried the last of Mr. Prindle's luggage from the stagecoach to the station platform. I'm mighty obliged to you, Indian. Oh, me? Glad to help. One more favor. Would you watch my bags while I go inside and ask the stationmaster about hotel facilities? No, ma'am. He watches. Thank you. Before I go inside, I'll make sure we have everything out of the stage. I'd hate to lose anything. Inside the office, the outlaw held his gun unwaveringly, as Morgan stuffed the paper money into the saddlebag. Never mind the gold. I'll sacrifice that. It's too heavy to carry. You will never get away with this. That's my worry. Pass him my saddlebag. Is the stationmaster here ever... Grovery! Steve! He was charged in the split second when the outlaw's attention was diverted by Prindle's entrance. He seized the thief's gun hand and clutched at the bandana. The outlaw freed his hand and fired. Morgan, driven back by the impact of the bullet, maintained a death grip on the bandana, tearing it off the robber's face. Picking up the filled saddlebag, the thief ran into the back room and slammed the door. An instant later, Tottle hurried through the front door to Prindle, who stood speechless, staring and frozen by fear. The Indian grasped the situation. And as he moved to stop the flow of blood from Morgan's wound, the stable hands, followed by Jake Frane, the acting sheriff, rushed into the office. What's going on here? What was that gunshot? A sheriff. I was just... Speak up! Did you shoot Pete and Morgan? No, no, no, no, no. I didn't do it. Pete's not shot. He's regaining consciousness. I saw Pete. Quiet, quiet. You're all talking at once. Sheriff, Pete is conscious. How are you, Pete? Yeah, I'm all right. Except for a headache. I guess I was hit from behind. What's happened to the boss? He was shot. In live wounded band. He need doctors. I'll go get Doc Brady. That's a good idea. You, mister, what's your name? Prindle. Joe Prindle. I was a passenger on the stagecoach. You said something about a thief. Yes, I saw him. He had a bandana on his face. He shot the stationmaster, then picked up a saddlebag and ran that way. Into the back room, huh? He must have gone out the back door. Lem, you go and see if there's any sign of him. Prindle, he's probably gotten away by this day. Prindle, tell me what you know about this. I came into the office and saw the stage driver lying on the floor and a man holding a gun on the stationmaster. He fired as the stationmaster reached for the bandana that covered his face. Morgan's still holding the bandana. He must have torn it off. He did. Did you see the thief's face? Oh, yes. Did Morgan? I don't know, but I doubted he was shot so fast. But I'd know that thief if I saw him again. I'd know him anywhere. That being the case, you're an important witness, Mr. Prindle. Oh. I hope that crook doesn't kill you. It was late afternoon when Tato left town and rode to a nearby woods to join the Lone Ranger in camp. He told about the shooting and robbery and finished by saying, So crook, steal $10,000 in paper money. That's a lot of money. Is the deputy sheriff planning to guard the witness? Ah, him go with Prindle to hotel, get room there, have man stand guard. Oh, good. What did the doctors say about the station master? Station master wounded bad, but him get well. Him conscious when me leave town. Did he see the face of the thief? No. No, Prindle only one will see face. Tato, you said the thief escaped to the back door of the station. Not right. Him have horse waiting there. I was going to ask about that. Oh, were there any tracks? Ah, deputy sheriff. Looking him find fresh hoof marks made by horse the thief. Posse follow tracks, me go with them. Tracks clear for only short way, then lost on hard ground. Posse turned back. Maybe them give up too soon. Do you think we could follow the crooks trail farther than the Posse? Ah, me think so. That was too late to try today. But we'll start tomorrow at sunrise. The following morning, the lone ranger and Tato rode to the place where the Posse had given up the search for the outlaws trail. Beyond that point, they spent several hours riding back and forth on soft ground, in search of recently made hoof marks that might be those of the thief's horse. They were near the edge of a woods that bordered the stage trail, when they heard a team approaching and drew rain. Ah, did not leave town yesterday, but driver hit him head, so trip put off until today. Is the driver of that stage the man who was knocked out? Ah, him same one. Here, here on here. Here. Here. Here. Here. Here. Here. There's a passenger in there. Subby, him, Prindle. Prindle? You mean the witness? That right. Him leave town, there no witness left. I wonder why he's leaving. He not know. Him say, him stay. Let's stop that stage. Get him up scoundrel! We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Janney, you know what? 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Then load alongside and shove it to the driver. Rain in, stop the team. Don't shoot. Hold your fire, Oscar. Oh, honey. Oh, oh, oh, oh! Hold your fire, Oscar. Don't shoot, Mr. I'm not going to shoot. I just want to talk to your passenger. For...for me? Yes, Mr. Friendle. Who? That Indian. I saw him in town yesterday. I think you're both acquainted with Taddo. Oh, Mr. Friendle. Hello, Taddo. Taddo. Are you in cahoots with this man, Taddo? Oh, him, good friend. In loan ranger. Who? What's that? Did you say he's the loan ranger? That's right. Oh, God! You stop worrying, Friendle. This man's on our side of the law. All right. I hope so. Mr. Friendle, Taddo told me about the robbery and shooting you witnessed. He gave me the impression that you intended to remain in Powder City. I did intend to, but I've changed my mind. I don't want to be murdered. By whom? The thief who shot and nearly killed the station master. Last night, a shot was fired through the window of my hotel room. It just missed me. Then the thief must have been in town last night. He may still be there. I don't care where he is. He's getting away, far away. Did you tell Deputy Frayn you were leaving Powder City? Yes. He said he didn't blame me. Mr. Friendle, a few years ago, the West was nothing but a wilderness. People'd only buy Indians and wild animals. Those were the enemies to be faced with the pioneers from the East. What a father. Every settlement was founded by men and women with the courage to face the enemies. And the strength to conquer them. If those people had turned back when they first met hardship or danger, our country couldn't have expanded. What's that got to do with me? You're giving up. You're retreating from danger. Do you expect me to go to Powder City and wait for that killer to get me? I expect you to go back, help bring an outlaw to justice, and establish your home. Don't go on, Friendle. He talks good things. But that isn't it. If the law could give me some assurance that I'd be protected... I'll give you this much assurance. No one will kill you without first killing Tony and me. Friendle, that settles it. What do you mean, that settles it? That kind of assurance from the lone rangers, enough for any man. And it's got to be enough for you. I'm taking you back to Powder City. Get around there now. Get around there. Get up! Get up! Later the same morning, Deputy Jake Frayn finished his desk work in the sheriff's office, then went to the house where he lived alone. He closed the door, then crossed the living room and opened the bedroom door. The coast is clear, Cars Lake. Come on out. Friendle would have recognized the man who walked out of the bedroom as the thief who had shot the station master. He had been hiding in the deputy's home since the previous evening, when after riding on hard ground to battle pursuers, he had sneaked back into town. Is Friendle left town? Yes, and I'm in the clear. The shot I fired through the hotel window did the trick. Friendle was mighty eager to leave on the stage. It's a good thing you had me working with you, Cars Lake. Ah, it's the easiest money I've earned. Hey, who's that on? Take it easy, Cars Lake. You're in the clear. If someone sees me here in your house... What do they do? Everyone knows you and I are friends. I'll see who's at the door. Hi, Friend. Pete. Howdy, Cars Lake. What are you doing here? Thought you were on the road with the stagecoach. I was, but I turned back. Why? A man we met on the trail persuaded Friendle to come back and stay in town. So he'll be on hand to testify against the thief. When and if he's caught. We'll meet on the trail. Cars Lake, neither you nor Friendle would believe me if I told you. The sheriff? Did you meet him? Nope. I'm not telling you just now. I stopped at your office, Friend. One of the men said you'd come home. I left Friendle there. He's waiting to see you. Well, I'll go and see him. That's all right. I'll take his luggage back to the hotel. Yeah, goodbye. Goodbye. Now, off all the talk. Take it easy, Cars Lake. Listen, when you talk me into this job, you said it'd be easy. You said you'd have no trouble covering everything while you were in charge of the sheriff's office. Don't worry. Ah, you couldn't even get rid of the witness. I got him out of town. He didn't stay. You wish he had. Now what are you going to do? I'll get rid of Friendle permanently. You mean? You know what I mean. Tell him with me. Where? To my office. As you've lost your mind, I've been hiding since yesterday just so that Friendle wouldn't see me. Now you want me to go right to the sheriff's office where he's waiting. You won't have to go inside. Just wait outside that door in case I need you. Come on. Tonto met Pete at the hotel to help unload Friendle's luggage while the Lone Ranger waited with a witness in the sheriff's office. Cars Lake and Deputy Frayn approaching the sheriff's office saw a big white stallion tied to the hitch rail. That horse must belong to someone in the office. That's a fine looking animal. Who is? I suppose the owner is the man Pete met on the trail? Might be. And if he's in the office with Friendle, things are likely to be complicated. Leave it to me, Cars Lake. I'll go ahead just as we plan and size up the situation. You wait here. Right. Leave the door open. Hello, Deputy Frayn. Hello, Friendle. Masked. Hello, Frayn. Who are you? Didn't Pete the driver tell you? No. Put your hands up. Oh, see your gun, Deputy. Deputy Frayn, this man is the Lone Ranger. I don't believe it. It's true. Pete will tell you. Pete's easily fooled, Friendle. And so are you. I am convinced this is the man who shot Morgan and stole the money. Get your hands up, mister. I'm not fooling. Frayn, I have credentials in my pocket. Hit those hands high. Come in here, Cars Lake. I know this man is not the thief. Set up, Friendle. Masked, man. Here's Cars Lake. Close the door and draw your gun. Cover, Friendle. You. What about me? You're the one. You stole that money and shot Morgan. Ice your hands, Friendle. Frayn, that man. He's the thief. Frayn knows it. Who's the Masked Man, Friend? According to Friendle, he's the Lone Ranger. But as far as I'm concerned, he's the owl who robbed the stage line. Prepare that smart figure. It sounds convincing when we say that he came here and shot Friendle, who could identify him, then got shot by me. That's a good story. Take one of his guns, Cars Lake, and use it on Friendle. Don't kill me. Once Cars Lake holstered his gun and stepped forward, reaching for one of the Masked Man's, the Lone Ranger made his lightning bid for life. His lifted arms came down. The edge of his right hand chopped at the side of Cars Lake's neck. Come here, you. With his left hand, the Lone Ranger grabbed the outlaw's shirt and pulled Cars Lake close. Cars Lake. Shouldn't you kill your partner? Cars Lake half done, served as a momentary shield. The next instant, he was rocketed by a hard shot. Stopping forward, he crashed into Jake Frayn, and both men fell to the floor. I'll kill you. You're too slow. Oh, my arm. He was fired from the hip. His bullet smashed Frayn's arm. Now get in. No! Cars Lake's gun was bullet smashed before it cleared the holster. If you want more gun play, say so. No, no, don't shoot again. Hold your fire. The door flew open to admit Pete the driver, Tutto, and the coroner. There's the man who stole the cash and shot Morgan. And the deputy sheriff was in cahoots with him. Frayn. All right, pick up their guns, Tutto. Let me get him. Cars Lake's the cook. He stole the cash and shot Morgan. Bring your Pope cat. Don't try to put all the blame on me. You figured you could get away with the cash while the sheriff was out of town. Shut up, Cars Lake. Where's the money? Half of it's in Frayn's house. That's his share. Where's the other half? I got it in my pocket. I know you'd better find some rope and tie those man. You don't need rope. I know where the sheriff keeps his handcuffs. Take charge of these two until the sheriff returns. Who are you? The coroner. Oh, good enough. You have the authority to take charge until the sheriff returns. I'll help you, coroner. Now, Mr. Coroner, I'd like to help, too, if I may. Here's some tea, Prindle. Now, though we're no longer needed. Not right. Oh, can't you stay around? No peace. Well, I have a long way to travel. Well, thank you for sending me back. Prindle, you see now where the West needs honest men with the courage to fight crooks like Cars Lake. And even worse, crooks like Frayn will use a public office to aid criminals. Adios. Goodbye. Goodbye. Prindle, as the masked man says, you've seen why the West needs honest men. You've likewise seen the West most honest men in action. I mean the Lone Ranger. 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