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He's on his way, on his way! He's on his way, on his way! Get on your way with Wheaties! The champions are made not for... Yes, sir! Get on your way! Get on your way! Get on your way with Wheaties! Breakfast of death! Yes! With his faithful Indian companion title, the daring and resourceful mask writer 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 a thundering hoof-beach of the Great Horned Silver! The lone ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! Let's go, Silver! Hail, Silver! Hooray! It was a pitch-black night when the year's heaviest ring storm lashed the hills, flooded the streams, and beat against a log house in a desolate mountain area. For the past two years, the house had been a hideaway for a small, shifty eyed man whose name, according to Hanville's offering a reward for his capture, was Baldi Brighton. By the light of an open fireplace, Baldi was cleaning the rifle and six-gun that were never far from his side when he heard a rap on the door. How can that be? Baldi loaded his six-gun as he crossed the room to the heavily bolted door. That's Baldi! You in there? Who are you? Moog Sparney! Moog Sparney! Just a minute! Oh, I'm glad to see you, Moog. Come on in. I hope you'd still be here in a room like that. Yeah, I'll stay here. It's the safest place to know of. But it's been mighty lonesome since a year ago when you did that. When I got Bruce Lee's, who made the fool of my steak, he'd go in the box, Bill, through my place. Moog, I never could figure out how the sheriff in Boxville knew you were wanted and got the drop on you. You think Sheriff Pringle cut me? Well, I didn't know. All I knew was what I heard McCall's old story. Yeah, what was that? You were caught, tied, and jailed for 20 years in a territorial prison. That's true. But it wasn't Sheriff Pringle who cut me. It was a lone ranger. And for that, I'm gonna kill him. How'd you get out of jail? I was just trusting. Working in the warden's office. When my chance came, I knocked out the warden, forced his name to a pass, and walked right through the gate. Yeah, it's mighty slick. Well, it was him prison I learned a lot. I learned how we could get the lone ranger. Yeah? Also, I took to a man who was doing time for embezzlement. He'd been a bookkeeper for the railroad. I know all about gold shipments. One train to hold up will make us rich. Two of us can't rob a train. There'll be five of us. Who are the other three? Blaze Lufkin? And the two warden brothers. I've heard of them, but I don't know them. I don't know me, either. But I do know they're mighty tough hombres and fast gunslingers. And I reckon they've heard of me. Everyone's heard of you, Moose. You know, I figure Blaze and the wardens will be glad to work with me. Especially if they know that the chance to square things with a lone ranger they ain't got grudges against him. Yeah, they did three years in jail because of him. I told them to come here if they weren't interested. Yeah, hide out there. That's right. I gave them directions for finding the place. And I bet they'd show up. A few days later, the lone ranger and Toto riding along the floor of a canyon noticed that the river running through the canyon was much wider and deeper than usual. I've never seen the rivers higher this tunnel. It was even higher. Several feet higher, just after the rain. That's right. High water mark on canyon walls. Yes, I noticed it. The entire floor of the canyon was under water. What if the bridge is damaged? Bridge? It's not top of canyon. Water does not go to that high. Oh, but the timbers that support the center of the bridge are anchored on each bank of the river. The flood washed out those timbers of bridges. Well, who knows, Kimusavi? Turn in canyon just ahead. Then we see bridge. Come on, Toto. Come on, Toto. For the last man and his Indian companion, we're watching for the bridge. As their horses follow the bend in the canyon. Toto, the timbers are down. You see? That bridge is no longer safe. There's a big, deep valley. The man on horse start over bridge from far bank. He can't see if the timbers are down. You on the bridge! Go back! Kimna, I'm here. Shot by Jettie's attention. And look this way. Go back! Kimna, pay attention. Go! While the falling man and horse were in midair, the lone ranger leaped from the saddle and began to unbuckle his gun belt. Man in water now. Stay on the bank and be ready with the rope. I'll try to get him. The man pulled off his boots, tossed his hat to Toto, and plunged into the water. He swam hard, angling against the current for the man in midstream. His hat was made more difficult and dangerous by the floating wreckage of the bridge, but presently he reached the motionless form. On the shore, Toto held his rope coils ready to throw as he moved along the bank to stay abreast of the lone ranger. Who, with his burdens, was carried downstream by the current inch by inch, the masked man near the shore. Then Toto threw his lariat. Oh, oh, oh! Oh Christ, Kimatabi! He's pulling the shore! On the dry bank of the river, the masked man soon learned that his effort to save a life had been wasted. He's dead, Toto. Hard blow on head. Maybe that's what killed him. Looked like skull broken. He was probably struck by part of the bridge. His horse not hurt. Horse reached bank, near bend downstream. Him come this way. Toto, we know this man. I didn't notice his face until I pushed his hair back. Ah, me remember. Him outlawed. Blaze locked him. That's right. We kept him free four years ago. Well, his death is no law to society. A letter in his pocket written in pencil. And who write the blade? Moose Varney. Him, outlaw too. Yes, he wrote this letter just after he escaped from prison a few weeks ago. He mentioned us. What can say? This letter is an invitation to join Moose Varney and his partner. Listen to this part, Toto. Moose says, I have inside information that will make it easy for us to do two things. One, get away with $50,000. Two, trap and kill a lone ranger and Toto. Oh. Now, what do you mean by inside information? I'd like to know. Better tell where Moose hiding? Yes, it gives directions and landmarks to reach the hideout. We take law there? We might capture Moose, but we never learn what inside information he has. That's right. And he tried to lift? According to this letter, Moose has never seen Blaze Varney. I could pose as Blaze. What do you mean? Lighten my skin to look like prison power. Put a white streak through my hair. I'd blaze this horse if I'm sure I could fool Moose Varney long enough to learn a few things. You take many big risks. I'll give you a copy of the direction for reaching the hideout so you can bring the sheriff an apothec. Blaze, port here now. There's a waterproof covering on that blanket roll. See if Blaze carried extra clothing. Will you? Me, look. We're about the same size. I could wear his clothes. The wrapped Blaze locks him in the blanket and ties him to Silver's saddle so you'll be able to take him to Sheriff Pindall and Boxville. Here, try clothes, Himatati. Good. I'll change to those and disguise my face. What can we do with your clothes? Back to him Silver's saddlebags. We'll take them with you. Himatati, the Bill Pryor, dry him out, then pack him. All right, Tano. There's no worry about reaching Boxville, but I want to reach Moose Varney as soon as possible. After the lone ranger disguised as Blaze Lockwind rode away on the outlaw's horse, Tato spent about an hour drying and packing the clothing of his friend. He was extinguishing the Pryor he built when the Martin Brothers opposed the top of the canyon some distance away. Hey, Keb, the bridge is down. What? That means we'll have to go around the canyon to reach Moose Varney's place. Yeah, that'll be five or six hours of riding. Yeah, I'd ride five or six days to get the lone ranger. Hey, Keb, speaking of the lone ranger, look down there, downstream on the floor of the canyon. White horse, a paint horse, and an Indian. That looks like the lone ranger's horse. It is. The engine is cuddled. Something across the saddle with a white horse. Looks like a man's body wrapped in a blanket. Idiot. Maybe Moose Varney's kill the lone ranger. That's what he said in his letter he planned to do. Who are we going to know? The engine's starting downstream, leading silver. Come on, we'll follow him. 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It was after dark when Toto reached the town of Boxville. He left the horses in the open area behind the sheriff's office and entered the office through the back door. But short time later the Martin brothers who had followed Toto from the canyon and left their horses some distance behind the sheriff's office walked softly through the darkness. They were nearing an open window when they heard the lawman exclaim. He got the chair toy. What's he saying about Blaze Lost in Lake Canoe? The back window doesn't look so close to this. Yeah, maybe we'll find out about that good man. The man had to be there and the man dead. The lone ranger takes good look at the face. That man blazed lost his face but had been the hand of fate to put him on that bridge when he went down. Did you leave the body in the canyon? No. We ravaged him blanket and put it on silver. Bring it here. I'm going to wake up. Wait. The lone ranger not want anyone know Blaze dead. Well, why do you want to keep a secret in Blaze's pocket? The lone ranger find letters from Moose Burnie written after he left that right. He, according to that, had his face lost and inside the blanket. Moose asked Blaze to hide out. Tell him how get there and say big robbery plan. Then come and let him Moose send us. Be quiet. What do you think? The lone ranger disguised face changed clothes right outlawed horse. Then take letter and go to hide out. We have copy of that letter. Come with me. Where to? Get to our horses. All right. I'd like to hear some more. You've heard enough to know Moose Barney hide out. He's probably there by this time. Yeah, posing as Blaze Loftrin. What a surprise he'll have when we tell Moose the truth. You figure I'm starting for the hideout right now? Sure. The sooner the better. We're right all night to get there and get it for it. Come on. Get up. Come on. Get up. The following morning Moose and Baldy Bryson sat in the hideout cabin drinking coffee. The lone ranger playing the part of Blaze Loftrin had not yet Moose. What do you think, Blaze? At least a muddy, smooth-talking hombre. And I like the way he wears his guns. Tied low. Sure it looks as if he knew how to handle it. His records prove for that. When are you going to tell him the plan? I don't know. All right. Well, Addy, we didn't know you were up to that. We didn't hear you open the bedroom door. Any reason why I should make a noise in your door? Oh. No, no. Of course not. You're down here at the table, Blaze. Thanks. I'll have your ham and eggs ready in no time. You know, I'll pour you coffee. Thanks again. I reckon you heard me saying some complimentary things about you. As you say, you didn't know when you told me your plan. I waited since last night to hear them. That's long enough. I figured on waiting until the Martin Brothers got here. There's no use for everything twice. You're not sure the Martins are coming. No, but... But you may be dead sure. I'm leaving. Unless I know what you have in mind. I don't mind telling you, Blaze. Your letter mentioned inside information. Yeah. What information have you concerning the Lone Ranger? I know he's a good friend of a certain party. Where'd you learn that? From the chaplain to prison. What do you plan to do about it? We'll send him to help badly the Lone Rangers needed in a certain place. Like, for example, this hideout. And if he did come here, what would you do? Plenty. We'd capture him in his Indian pile all the time and get square for a lot of things before we finally put him out of the misery. You mentioned a $50,000 deal. It's a real road robbery. Prisoner's full of men who tried to rob trains and failed. Yeah. But we won't fail. I know just one payroll cash is sent to the gold mine region. Now it's guarded. I've got all the faxing. But you've got him from a man named prison. He worked for the railroad. What's his name? Well, I don't know if I should mention it. What's his name? Why not tell him most? All right. It's plans before I agree to go along with you. Most two horsemen are outside. Grab your gun. Be ready for trouble. I've seen through the windows. They're just mountains. Do they look like larmini? No. But they look alike. Could be the Martin Brothers. Yeah. Who is it? It's Martin and Dan. They play. You and Baldi cover the door. All right. You moose funny. What if I am? Well, here's your letter. Yeah, that does it. Come on in, gentlemen. Welcome. All right. This is Baldi Brighton. And this is Blaise Loughlin. All right. You say Blaise Loughlin? That's right. Yeah. I'm John Wright proud to meet you, Mr. Loughlin. I've heard a lot about you. We sure have. Folks talk a lot about those guns while Dick Martin stood placing the Lone Ranger. Jeb crossed to the far side of the room so he was behind the back of the man who posed as Blaise Loughlin. Yes, why don't you sit down? Hey, Blaise, your cub is getting cold. I'll serve a ham and eggs and start some more. Just a minute. Before we sit on, I'd like to examine Mr. Loughlin's guns. In that case, you'll save a lot of time by sitting down. You mean you don't intend to let me see your guns? There's no use starting an argument. If Blaise don't want to draw his guns, we'll draw for him. You're covered. Get your hands dirty, Jeb. What's your idea? Why are you drawing them, Blaise? Blaise Loughlin's dead. Why? This man took his horse, closed his letter and come here in his place. You better be sure of that. I'm dead sure. Jeb and I were behind the sheriff's office where we saw Blaise Loughlin's body wrapped in a blanket. And we heard Chano telling the sheriff about the Lone Ranger's plan to come here, disguised as Blaise. The Lone Ranger moved with speed born of desperation. He grasped Deep's gunhand and twisted his arm. In an instant Deep became a human shield between his brother and the Lone Ranger. Shoot! You'll kill your brother! Suddenly the grip on Deep's arm was released and the mighty shoved sent the outlaw hurtling across the room. Passing against Jeb, both men fell to the floor. The moose and the Lone Ranger fired almost at the same instant. One bullet broke Moose Barney's arm, but the Lone Ranger didn't know it. To explode in his brain, his gun dropped. You got him Moose! He dropped to the floor with blood showing on the side of his head. I'll finish him off. No, let me kill him. No, hold on. If he's alive, let's keep him alive until he wakes up. And we'll really make him sweat. Hey, a winger at India! Deep takes cover! Now, how far has left through the window hitting Deep in one leg and Baldi in the hand? Jeb was about to fire at the engine when the sheriff's fixed gun spoke from the doorway. Go down your gun or we pay the cost Seeing the sheriff followed by two deputies, the wounded outlaws knew it would be suicide to continue the fight. He must have been Toto leaped through the broken window and rushed to the side of his wounded friend. The sheriff and his deputies sat in the hideaway cabin guarding their handcuffed prisoners while Toto worked in the bedroom dressing the Lone Ranger's wound. The sheriff was saying, Moose, I reckon you know where you're going. Back to prison and Baldi's going with you this time. The law has hunted him for a long time. Yeah, you've got nothing on us, Sheriff. Well, Deep, maybe you and your brother never heard of a charge of attempted murder. But you'll hear plenty about it when you go on trial. With your record, you'll get a long time in jail. I wish I'd killed that Lone Ranger. Well, if you had all four of you would hang. Toto. Sheriff. Me, fixed wound. How is the Lone Ranger? Bullet, gray's head. Hurts plenty, but not serious. I'll thank the good Lord for that. The worst thing that could happen to the West would be to lose the Lone Ranger. 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