 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hi-yo silver! The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. A cloud of dust, a flash of light, and a hearty hi-yo marita! The Lone Stranger eats again! All right, partner. Reach and get away from my cache of silver bullets. Ronto, you're the one who's been taking my silver bullets? No, me just trading silver bullets for golden, rich marita sandwich bread. What? Well, it's better than warm-pom. I know, but you've got to stop taking my silver bullets for my six guns and putting in marita. Me sorry. Sorry, today I fired at a bandit and hit him with a bologna sandwich. Get away! No, I caught him when he stopped for mustard. Oh, not good. So was the sandwich. All sandwiches taste better on marita. All right, pronto. Here's your marita sandwich bread. Now, empty your pockets, faithful Indian companion. Dune in again for those thrilling days of yesteryear. The Lone Stranger eats again. I owe marita away! This faithful Indian companion taught oh, 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 hoof beats of the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Let's go, people. Are you seeing me? A tall, nice-looking fellow about 25 years of age entered the cafe in Flint Rock. He stood a moment looking around, then approached the barkeep. Hi, mister, something for you? Good afternoon, nice to meet you. Hey, haven't I seen you around here before? No, this is my first trip to Flint Rock. Still think I've seen you around? Funny, but now I know. You look like a fellow who used to live here in Flint Rock. A fellow by the name of Dave Layton. You knew Dave Layton? Yeah, I used to come in here a lot. Might deny somebody too. But poor Layton isn't here anymore, though. Took a bullet from ambush. Never did find out who did it. I know. You see, I'm Dave Layton's brother, Tom. Oh, so that's it. You fixing to stay in Flint Rock? It's possible. I hope to start up the freight line my brother used to run. Maybe someday I'll find the hombre who shot him. Sam Wellman, stage and freight line owner, ran the town of Flint Rock with an iron hand. He had several hired gunslingers who were ever ready to do his bidding. That evening, two of his men entered Sam's office. Well, boys, seems like you have something on your minds. What is it? We got news for you, boss. Where are you here? Well, I'm waiting, Jim. You tell him, Nick. All right. A young fellow in town fixing to give you competition, boss. Competition? Uh-huh. Remember Dave Layton who tried to start a stage and freight line a couple of months ago? Of course I remember. He ended up in Poothill. Yeah. Well, his brother, Tom, has come here to take over where he left off. He's doing a lot of talking around town, too. That's right. He says he's going to find the hombre who'd done this, brother, and that he's going to start up the freight line again. Very interesting. He's already got an in with John Orwell, the mine owner. You see, it seems, Tom Layton went to school and stayed in Louis with Orwell's daughter, Sally. He's going after the contract to haul Orwell from the mine to the railroad at half your price. Orwell's no fool. He'll make Layton prove he can bring in the Orwell first. And you're going to let him go ahead and try? Sure. We'll get the new contract with Orwell. And even at a higher price than we charge now. Before I'm through with Tom Layton, he'll wish he'd never come to Flint Rock. That evening, Tom Layton was a visitor at the home of John Orwell on the edge of town. Tom was saying... Mr. Orwell, I came here to Flint Rock to take over the freight line my brother started. I know I can make a go of it if I do hauling for your company. Tom, Sally already told me why you came here. But you're up against a go-in concern. Orwell has plenty of men and good equipment. Oh, I do admit his prices are mighty high. I have three good wagons and I know I'll be able to give good service at almost half the cost to you. You should give Tom a chance, Dad. I know you'll make good. Thanks, Sally. Well, I don't know. Please, Dad. Frankly, I do believe it's bad for the rest to have someone like Wellman force a out-competition. If I thought it would do any good, I might let Tom try. I know I can bring in as much and bring it in as fast as Wellman did. Well, if you do, Tom, then we'll talk about a contract at the end of the two weeks. It was almost dusk when Toto, Indian companion to the lone ranger, left town and returned to their temporary camp in the hills with surprise. Good scout. Oh, father. Easy scout. I'll help you unload the saddlebag, fellow. Ah. Me, here, brother of latent color, who was murdered two months ago, came to Plink Rock. Him, Tom, latent color. He came to hug his brother's killer? Maybe. Let me find out if he's fixin' to start fake line. Brother try to start. I see. There's two fellows in cafe while ago, then talk cutty-loud. Say, it's not good for anyone to work for a newcomer. Oh, really? Me, here, then, work for Wellman outfit. Oh. Well, then we'll do most anything to keep away competition. Not right. Later, we'll have a hard time getting business. Then, say, he'll get chance to bring all of a mind, startin' Saturday. You mean, latent as your own contract? No. No. He'll get chance to show what he'll do. Then, he'll get contract maybe after two weeks. Oh, he makes it. Wellman's had his way too long. Ah. And latent, no girl whose father owned mine. Him, give young fellow chance. Wellman might cause trouble. Ah. Where a car broke this guy's leg, Tutto. Then, we'll go to the towel and see how well it'll go out. Later that night, the lone ranger disguised his features and changed his clothing. Then, he and Tutto loaded to Plink Rock and pulled rain in the shadows near the cafe. They entered the cafe and sent her to the security table. Tom Layton was talking to a group of men nearby. That's all I feel around this town, Wellman. But because of him, no one will drive my wagons. I reckon maybe it isn't that Layton. He's got an established great land. But he would just attend a foot-tryin' a whole'n in. I don't resent that. I'm not here looking for trouble. Maybe you'll get plenty of it without looking. You try to carry through your ideas. I'll take that chance. I understand your brother took his chance, too. And lost. What do you know about my brother? Everybody around here knows Dave Layton was shot. That's why you better be careful, or what? If you're fucking me? Hands off of me, Layton. My thunder, maybe you'll get it right now. Both of you, gun and be quick. Who are you to be buttoned in, mister? If you want gunplay, you'll have it. Put up your gun, I said. I wasn't going to use it, but he was asking for it just the same. Come on, Jim. Let's get out of here. Thanks, mister. You sure got the drop on him, Christ. He seems to have a quick temper. He might have shot you. Hey, stranger, maybe you'd like a job. I could use your friend, too, the Indian. Thanks. We'd grab a side and talk it over, if you'd like. Sure, let's go. After leaving the cafe, the lone ranger and turtle talked to Tom Layton for a few moments on the porch and promised to help him with his wagons the next day. When recorded, Tom went into the cafe and the lone ranger and turtle muttered silver and scout to return to their camps. Come on, come on. The lone ranger and turtle had ridden at a fast pace and so reached the grove in which they had picked camp. While Tom once settled the horses, the lone ranger removed his disguise and changed into his usual clothes. Then, as the two men prepared to roll into their blankets, the great horse Silver raised his head and whinnyed softly. Silver, give one and keep us happy. Yes, he's looking toward the gully to the left. Ah, may not see anyone yet. They move out his braggiest clove. They turn for the shadows and fast. From the gully, Nick and Jim saw the masked man and Indian move quickly toward the shadows. Jim spoke. Hey, look, Nick, they suspect something. He's a tall one, isn't it? Look, he's messed. Anyway, all right, drag it, Jim. This is it. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. A cloud of dust, a flash of light and a hearty hyalomorita. The lone stranger eats again. Well, Pronto, have you been to a picnic before? A little bighorn. That was no picnic, maybe not for cavalry. Why is the lone stranger in Pronto? Hello, ma'am. Hello. Can I get you boys some marita-enriched hot dog and hamburger buns? Much obliged, ma'am. Here you are. How come there are no hot dog or hamburger in these buns? Maybe they're vegetarians. Why, goodness gracious, no. We just love the baked, wildestly fresh taste so much. We never put anything in our marita hot dog and hamburger buns. Well, they're very delicious. Thank you and goodbye, ma'am. Oh, my. He handed me a silver bullet. Let me take that. Indian giver. Dune in again for those thrilling days of yesteryear. The lone stranger eats again. Hyalomorita. All right! Now to continue. The lone ranger and Pronto, alerted by silver's warning, suddenly sprang into the shadows just as the shots rang out. Growing their guns, they fired toward the spot where the gun flashes had been seen. Let's get away from here. Come on! A bullet must have creased one of them. They'll saddle the horses and pick up their trailer. Let's go. Through the two gunmen, Nick and Jim, were reporting to Sam Wellman in his office in town. They told him about the trouble in the cafe and of what happened at the lone rangers' camp. When Sam had heard the details, he spoke. Uh-huh. Well, Layton's taking three wagons out of the mine in the morning to bring in some more. I figure he'll drive one of them and the other two men will drive the other two wagons. Yeah, I reckon that's right. Yeah, but what I can't figure is why that cowpoke changes clothes after they got to that camp and then put on a man. I can figure that one out for you, Nick. You mentioned that cowpoke wrote a white stallion out of town. The Indian wrote a paint, didn't you? Yeah, that's right. You know, ordinarily, I would have paused your for starting trouble in the cafe with Layton. Under the circumstances, you turned up something mighty interesting and important. Oh, yeah? Oh, what's that? Ever hear of the lone ranger? Oh, sure I have, boss. Hey, you don't think... Yeah, but I think that mask, man, is the lone ranger. You don't seem to be much worried, boss. No, I'm not. You see, he doesn't know I've learned that he and that cowpoke are one and the same. He'll probably appear to drive the wagon tomorrow, disguised again as that cowpoke. Well, suppose he does. He'll give us a chance not only to get rid of Layton and his wagons, but also the Indian and the lone ranger. Meanwhile, the lone ranger and toddler had managed to follow the trail of the two gunmen to Wellman's office. They waited in the shadows until Nick and Jim came out. They watched as the two men went to a shed behind the office and then came out carrying something which they put in their saddlebags. They're not just something, toddler. Ah, then worked for Wellman. Maybe him planned something. They'll soon find out. They're getting ready to mount. Alright, we'll follow them. Let's go. The mask man and Indian were careful not to let Nick and Jim know they were being followed. They watched from the darkness of a groove as the two gunmen worked on the bluff. Finally, Nick and Jim finished their work and left. Then the lone ranger and toddler walked forward to see what they had been doing. The trail will fall tomorrow from the mine run under this bluff tunnel. Here's where they were working. I suspect it is much. Blasting powder. Fuse. Go back there. Yes, to a point from which they could watch the approach of the wagons. It's good we find out. If them set off blasts, we all get killed. Disconnect the fuse and the blasting powder. There. They tried to cast some red-handed lighting the fuse. You think they'll tell Wellman about the mask? Yes, they could see it playing in the moonlight. What's more, Wellman is apt to guess who I am. Then you'll not use disguise to drive wagon. Yes, I will. So the miners won't be curious. Alright, let's go. The money will have a few instructions to give you and Tom laden. The following morning, the lone ranger again disguised and dressed as a cowpoke drove one of the wagons to the mine and Tom and Tothold drove the other two. Silver and Scout were on tie lines behind the wagons. Later after the wagons were loaded, they started back along the trail to town. Just before they rounded the bend near the bluff, the lone ranger pulled the lead wagon to a stop and called the others for a talk. Hold on, hold on, hold on. Hold on, Tom, hold on a minute. We near a bluff. I hope they don't know that plan has been discovered. Well, they have to take their chairs, Tom. Did you speak to Mr. Orwell? Yes, he's following with some of the miners. Good. Around the bend we'll be inside of those gunmen for a few minutes. Then as we approach the bluff, we'll be hidden from view. That's right. We'll run tie lines from the horses on the second wagon to the rear of the first one so they'll stay in line. Why do you do that? Because I want you to take my place in the lead wagon, Tothold. Tom will drive the last wagon. The second one will be driverless. Where do you go? That bluff is flat on top and slopes down either side. I'm going up to the bluff to catch some of the active light and the fuse. Let's get the wagon moving. Right. Get up there! Oh, get up! A few minutes later around the bluff, Nick spoke to Sam Weldon. Yeah, I see the wagons moving along close together. Yeah. It'll soon be time to light the fuse. And all we have to do is wait for what happens. Sure. We better be in it as soon as it's over. We'll leave just as soon as I'm sure that Indian and the Lone Ranger are buried alive. Several minutes went by as the three killers wakened tensely. The wagons had passed from sight and were about to move under the bluff. Finally, Sam spoke. All right, Nick. Set a match to that fuse. All right. There. Hey, look, the cowpoke, he sneaked up the side of the slope. You're rich, mister. I'm right behind you. Good work, Jim. Bring him over here, Jim. I see you've already lighted the fuse. But you're in for a surprise, Weldon. You mean you're in for a surprise, mister. We checked when we came back here. We found the fuse disconnected, so we fixed it again. Then the power will explode in a couple of minutes now. The Lone Ranger realized his plan had failed, and that in a short time, Toto and Tom would be killed by the explosion. It'll soon be there. Yeah. The wagons should be just beneath now. The Lone Ranger still held his guns in his up-raised hands. Once more, he glanced at Jim, who held a gun behind him. Then he went into action, kicking backs up, and he caught Jim on the skin with his spear. Stop it! As Jim, taken completely by surprise, bent over in pain, the Lone Ranger fired. He had aimed at the fuse between the blasting powder and the glowing end. His bullets severed the fuse a short distance ahead of the powder. Hey, his bullets cut the fuse off, huh? Oh, I'm hit! Here, you should come. What's your guess, one? No, I'm not sure. Of course, when it's coming up the slope, I'm getting out of here. You're not leaving with him? No, please be. Why is thunder on the ground? Got that gun with him? Oh, oh, oh. Keep the tour of the ground covered, man. Thank you, mister. All right, come on. For a moment, the Lone Ranger has done full support. Sir, fuck you, Elmond. While the miners watched, Elmond was a big man, and he fought with Fury, but the Lone Ranger was more than a match for him. You should do it! Take it! Oh, my God, you really stopped him, mister. Our plan almost fell through, Tom. It reconnected the fuse to the Blaston powder. What is all this, anyway? These men planned his head off and exploding to stop Tom. Yeah, we would have been killed, buried alive. It was Wellman's plan, Nick, and I just worked for it. Wellman's plan, eh? That's right. You'll find Blaston powder on the edge of the bluff for the burnt-out fuse nearby. They planned to stop Tom's wagons by bearing them under tons of dirt. Well, I'll take a look there. Yes, the cowpokes ride. There is Blaston powder here, and up to blow tons of dirt over the trail below. How on earth did you find our Tom? My friends, they found out about it last night, the cowpoke and the Indian. I sure owe you two a lot. And you have steady jobs if you want them. Well, thanks, Tom, but we have other work to do. Tom, I think you'll get my contract for the hauling. And we'll take these killers to the sheriff for some explaining. You might have Wellman explain how his men got rid of Tom's brother. You can't pin that on us. Wellman paid us to ambush Dave Lane. Jim, you crazy fool. Stop shooting off your mouth. You're just fixing a loose for yourself. And for you and the other fellow too, Wellman. Yeah, the sheriff will sure be glad to question these ombrés. Imagine Sam Wellman's stupid to murder to keep away competition. Bye, Jiminy. Hold it, Tom, hold it. Let the law take its course. Yes, he's right, Tom. And I reckon Sally'd think twice before she, well, let a killer come to court her. Sally, what? Say, Mr. Orwell, you mean you'd be willing to let Sally... I promised Sally I'd bring you home to dinner, Tom. If you continue to get the wagons through for the next two weeks, I reckon you'll get the contract. Gosh, it ought to be easy now without Wellman to interfere. I sure have a lot to thank this cop, old four. Mr. I don't even know your name, but I... You mean you didn't know who he is? Never mind that. Wellman men like you never learn that others in the West deserve a chance to make good. You've learned it now, and it's... and it's too late. Goodbye, Tom. Perhaps when we come this way again, congratulations will be in order. I hope so. Maybe you'll have a chance to be best man. We'll see. Goodbye and good luck. Goodbye, sir. Hey, Wellman, you acted a minute ago as if you knew who that hombre is. Well, speak up. Who is he? Boy, you young fool. He's the only hombre you could have helped a tenderfoot competitor like you get a chance of that contract in spite of my plans. Well, he's just a drifting cowpoke. How could he hope my eye? We saw him last night when he had his other clothes and a mask on. A mask? I saw him wearing a mask. But why should he wear a mask if he's not an outlaw? Why don't you tell him, Nick, that cowpoke stuff is a fake. That hombre's really the lone ranger. Well, there, I'd like to just take a minute to talk to you about Marita Brown and Serve Rolls. As you know, Marita means all that's fresh and good that goes into and comes out of your oven. And Marita Brown and Serve Rolls are the ones that bake to a flaky golden brown in just six minutes. There are 12 delicious Marita Brown and Serve Rolls in every package. And if you don't use them all right away, that's all right too. Marita guarantees freshness for several days after you buy them. Of course, in your freezer, they'll last indefinitely. But don't wait for company to have Marita Brown and Serve Rolls. Your family would love to have a basket of fresh, steaming hot rolls with breakfast or lunch or dinner. It'll mean you care. And what a delicious way to show your love. After all, your family deserves the best. They deserve Marita. Marita Brown and Serve Rolls. Listen to the Lone Ranger. In the cabin, Ruth and Hal have temporarily cleaned the place. The flickering light from the single lamp on the table cast weird shadows around the large front room. And Ruth shivered whenever she glanced at the bleak, uncurtained windows. Hal, I just thought, what do we do about water? There must be a well around here. In fact, I remember Mr. Logan saying the cabin. I'll go get some water. Hal, do you think it's safe to go up there in the dark? Of course. Hal walked around the cabin to the back and peered through the darkness to look at the well. I think I see it right back there. As Hal slowly approached the outline of the covered well, a figure moved out from behind a tree. Then a blow crashed down upon the back of his head. He'll sure wonder what hit him when he wakes up. Now I better get back to the others. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording at this same time. Here, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Trenville Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Foy.