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Tell me, how in the world are you? Oh me, fine. Where's the Lone Ranger? Well, him in Hills, north of town. I reckon the two of you have come to this part of the country to see your old friends, Clara Bell Hornblown, Thunder Markman. No, we not come to see Clara Bell Thunder this time. Oh? We come this way, look for crook named Dave Shelby. Shelby? Yeah. Shelby, I never heard of the critters. Well, him wandered for murder in Kansas. We trail him long time. You must have, if you follow the list far. We lose trail two days ago. Mask man, hope find killer's trail in Hills. Him send me here to tell you beyond lookout for fella with big... Where'd you lose his trails, although? On north side of Sunflower River. Haven't been able to pick it up since, sir. No. If he's a killer, the sooner he's captured, the better. That's right. I'll tell my deputies to be on the lookout for this Shelby fella. Then I'll ride to the Lone Ranger's camp with you. All three of us will look for the rats' trails. Isn't that good? Yes, give me time enough to talk to the boys and I'll be right with you. Meanwhile, Thunder Markman grew rain at Clara Bell Hornblown's kitchen door and hurried inside. The ex-mune skinner's face was flushed with excitement. Hey Clara Bell, Clara Bell, I'm rich. I've stuck it rich. What'd you say? I'll find gold, Clara Bell. My luck's changed. I'm through working for wages. I'm going to be a millionaire. Hold on, Thunder. Now take it easy. It's the greatest thing that ever happened to me. When I saw that gold, I... Please, you quiet down, you mutton-headed idiot. Huh? What's wrong? A fella named Dade Shelby came to the door a little while ago asking for a place to rest and a meal. Yeah? He lost his horse and deer crossing Sunflower River. Where is he? In the next room, you big-mouthed jughead. I bet he heard every word you said. That dog gone, you should have warned me. I would have if I had a chance. Yeah, let's step outside so we can't be overwhelmed. Yeah. You won't hear his talking out here. Now, where'd you find the gold, Thunder? Down by the creek about five miles from here. You don't know a dog-gone thing about prospecting. Huh? But if you're right about this, if you really have found gold, you'd better keep quiet about it. Don't worry. I've not got a race for losing the strike to a claim jumper. I'll put my horse in the carousel. Good. I'll go inside and put supper on the table. When the food was on the table, Thunder roused Dade Shelby. The killer came to the table and wolfed his meal in silence. Then when Thunder left the house to take care of chores outside, and Clarabel cleared the kitchen table, the killer drew his gun. Hey, what's your idea, man? Have you gone local? Sit down in that chair beside the table and be quick about it. Do as you're told, and don't try to call for help. Because if Thunder Martin walks in here, I'll shoot him. Why are you no good, ordinary skunk? This is the things I get for taking you in and feeding you up. Now, put your hands behind the chair of time. You won't get away with this. Ow! My arm! Keep quiet. There. Now, I'll gag you with this toe. Oh, no, you don't! I told you to shut up. That'll keep you quiet. Now, I'll tie your feet. Oh, still. Whether you like it or not, you're here to stay. Well, then, chores are all done, Clarabel. Get your hands up, Thunder. Hey, well, what's your idea? Get your hands up or I'll shoot the woman out. All right, don't hurt Clarabel. Keep your hands high until I get your gun. That's it. What are you after? The gold you found today. They're going to show me where it is. Then you overheard me when I came into the kitchen. That's right. I needed a meal, so I decided to wait a while before pulling the gun. You'll never get away with this. If you lead me to the gold, you won't get hurt. If you don't, you'll stop lead. Get going. After a short distance from Sunflower River, after examining the animals' tracks, the masked man and tautle realized what had happened. Soon afterwards, they found Dave Shelby's trail heading south on foot. Darkness was falling when they set out to follow it. Hold it. It's coming. Some distance south of the man hunters, Thunder Martin tried desperately to think of a way to escape Dave Shelby. The creek where he accidentally discovered gold was west of the ranch, about what Thunder had at east, hoping to meet a rancher or friend who could help him. After nearly two hours' travel, Dave explained, That gold can't be this far from the ranch. How do you know where it is? I think you're stolen. What's worse, maybe trying to lead me into a trap. You wanted me to lead you to the gold? I know a sure way to find out where it is. We're going back to the ranch. For what? You and Clarabel Hornblow stepped out of the kitchen to tell her more about the gold without being overheard. You must have told her where you found it. Oh, Clarabel don't know where it is. I think she does. She'll talk, too, to save your hide. Turn that critter around. We're going back to the house. Get around. Come on, round boy. Get up. In the ranch house, Clarabel had been struggling with the ropes that held her. By rocking her chair back and forth, she managed to move it close to the stove. Twice, she burned her wrists painfully against the hot metal. But at last, the cinch rope broke as she strained at it. With her hands free, she took the gag from her mouth. Now, you're breaking on time, Afeet. As soon as her feet were free, she hurried to the corral. Her favorite horse was gone. Why that? No good, Stephen Polkhead must have it. Clarabel quickly saddled another horse. Sooner I get to marshal forward, the better. Get her! Get up there! We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Everybody loves. No other cereal looks like Cheerios. It's shaped like little letter O's. 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Farabelle pitched headlong to the bottom of the rocky slope where she struck her head against the small boulder and lay still. A short distance away, the lone rangers signaled a halt and spoke to Marshall, Jack Forbes and Tuttle. Jack, did you hear someone call for help? I sure did. Me hear it. It sound like woman. Come on, we'll investigate. Doctor Tuttle and the Marshall approached the still figure lying at the bottom of the slope. Tuttle, it's Farabelle. She's quite unconscious. Looks like she took a header down the slope. She must have struck her head when she fell. A bad cut on forehead. The masked man reached for Farabelle's wrist to take her pulse. He saw the burn she had suffered, freeing herself of the ropes. How bad she hurt, mister. I don't know, Marshall. Her wrists have been burned. It looks as though they had been tied. She could have fractured her skull. I don't think so, but she may have suffered a concussion. Me and Banage cut him head. Banage her wrist, too. I know, Savvy, what she's doing out at this hour of the night. Traveling cross country over places you ought to have more sense in the tackles. She's not as young as she used to be. Savvy, maybe a better doctor comes. Him know how bad Farabelle hurt. I think you're right, Tuttle. The raptor age isn't far from here. I'll go there and ask Thunder Martin to bring a wagon here so she can be moved. Good idea, Jack. That's easy. What about the doctor? Tuttle, write a tale for the doctor. I'll be back soon with Thunder. Get up there. I'll stay with her till you return, Tuttle. That's good. Get him up. Call. And Marshall Jack Forbes rode toward the raptor age. Thunder Martin and Dave Shelby approached the ranch from the opposite direction. The scar-faced killer kept Thunder covered and watched him closely. Easy. They dismounted at the back door and entered the kitchen. Inside. Best move, Thunder. Don't worry. There the ropes are tied away. Somehow she managed to burn them off. That means your scheme to get my gold won't work. You'll be in real trouble. I hear a rider. Heading this way. I told you, Clarebelle, went for help. Maybe that's Marshall Forbes coming to get you. I'm not caught yet. As Dave spoke, he swung his gun barrel to the side of Thunder Martin's head. The big man slumped to the floor unconscious. I can't watch you and that rider, too. So I'll tie your feet and gag you. That way you'll not make trouble. Dave Shelby worked fast. He tied him gagged Thunder and dragged him into the next room. Seconds before Marshall Forbes grew rain in the moonlit yard. From a place near the open door, Dave watched the lawman dismount. Suddenly, the moonlight glinted on the star pinned to the Marshall's vest. Thinking Clarebelle had told the law about him, the killer cursed softly. As the Marshall hurried to the kitchen door, he fired. At the bottom of the slope, where the lone ranger waited with Clarebelle horn blow, the Buxom ranch owner groaned softly. Take it easy, Clarebelle. We've found you here a short time ago. I'm not killing you. Yes, Clarebelle. Well, I thought I was dreaming. Tell her I'm Marshall Forbes and I've found you. What happened to you yesterday? I burned him trying to get the ropes off. Oh, you're sure it turned up at the right time, Mr. Thunder and I need your help bed. Who tied you? That scar-faced critter who came to my place a foot asking for me. I didn't want to turn a fellow away who's down on his locks. A scar-faced man. Is the scar across his foot? How do you know? He's wanted for murder. Oh, great, safe, alive. How then I've been following him for some time. Is it my place now or somewhere around the place? He captured Thunder and me. And if he's a killer? Oh, poor Thunder. Tell me, did he rob you? He wants to steal Thunder's gold claim. Mister, you've got to do something, please. Please save poor Thunder. Marshall Forbes is on his way to the ranch now. Oh, this critter is smart. He might be able to fool the Marshall, fool him long enough to get the drop on him, then kill him. Clarebelle, I don't want to leave you. I thought I went to town to get Dr. Simpson. I'm not feeling first-rate, but I'll be a whole lot better if I know you're on your way to the ranch to help Thunder. I'll be all right here. Do you have a gun? No. I have a spare one in my saddlebag. I'll leave it with you. Then you'll go to the ranch? Yes. I'll return to the doctor soon. By the time the lone ranger reached the rafter age, Marshall Forbes managed to free Thunder Martin. The big mule skinner was bandaging the lawman's wound when the masked man dismounted at the back door. As briefly as possible, Thunder explained what happened. I plan to go after that rattler as soon as I finish fixing the Marshall's wound, mister. Cheryl beat gun me and rode away from here as if the devil himself were after him. He has good reason to hurry away. He'll hang if he's caught. He's trying to reach the border. I'll go after him. He's riding Clarebelle's Palomino. That takes care of your wound, Marshall. I'll go with a lone ranger. I don't think he'll need help, but Clarebelle's out of thunder. I'm coming for the horse. We'll have to take a wagon to the bottom of dead man's throat together. Torn between his loyalty to Clarebelle and his desire to see Dade Shelby captured, Thunder reluctantly agreed to harness a team to a buckboard. A few minutes later, he and the wounded lawman left the ranch. Get out of there! Get lost! Bells to the south. The lone ranger's great white horse raced across the plains after Dade Shelby. The outlawed Clare was clear and easy to follow in the brilliant moonlight. Hopefully! The powerful stallion responded with a sustained burst of speed, maintaining a pace that brought him closer and closer to the fleeing killer. Presently, the masked man saw Dade ahead. The mighty silver began to close the gap, separating them. Dade heard the thundering hoof beat and turned to look over his shoulder. You're finished, Dade! Dade recognized the masked man as the lone ranger. In sudden panic, he snatched his gun from his holster. I'll kill you! I'll apologize you all the way from Kansas. Do it for it! The frightened killer fired hastily. His shot was wide. Stop! Take two! Not unless you stop to take aim! The killer's gun was empty. He brought the racing silver close to the Palomino. Many grabs shall be! The lone ranger leaped to his feet. I'm unarmed. I'm out of ammunition. I have a new score to settle with you, killer. What are you talking about? Farewell horn-blowing thunder-marten of friends of mine. Yes, that's right. Farewell's wrists are burned. She suffered a fall. Now, wait a minute, mister. I didn't know... You're due for a beating. The killer's mouth caved. He stepped back as the lone ranger stepped forward. You... The fist hit the point of Dade's chin. That's the beginning. A minute ago, you were going to kill me. I've got no guns. Use your fists! Forced to fight, Dade swung. The blow missed the masked man's chin and struck his shoulder. The killer followed it with a hard jab that hit its mark. Then, before he knew what happened, the ranger drove a fist into his stomach as Dade slumped forward. Another blow hooked his chin. The killer went down. Now, are you unconscious? Now, tie your hands and make sure you're disarmed. Then, we're going back to the racket. It was nearly daybreak when the lone ranger reached the ranch with his prisoner. Doc Simpson was there with Clarabel, Marshall Forbes, thunder-marten, and Toto. The masked man offered to help the wounded lawman take Dade to jail. I can sure use a help, mister. Doc's going with me, and if you travel as far as the edge of town with it... I'll be glad to, Marshall. Huh? We wait here. Keep us happy. All right, get going, Dade. Ah, I'm going. I hope they hang that, Scott. Uh, Clarabel, say, him try to steal gold from you. That's right, Toto. I, I stuck at the ranch. Say, I have a little gift for you and the lone ranger. Huh? What that? I want you two to have the first of the gold I took from my claim. I've got some right here in my pocket. I didn't show it to Clarabel because I wanted to give it to you and the masked man. That's plenty nice, bundle. Here you are. This is for you and the other is for the masked man. Oh. You think this gold? Of course it's gold. Look at that color of it. Oh. This is not gold. Huh? We see this stuff plenty of times. Lone rangers say it iron or copper pirates. Pirates? Fool's gold thunder. No, thunderation. Me, sorry, thunder. You maybe not want to take my word for it. Why, you know a dog on sight more about it than he does, Toto. Fool's gold. Ah. Ah, don't feel so bad, thunder. That killer was a bigger fool about it than you were. Huh? He was planning to jump a worthless claim and all he got for his trouble was a trip to the gallows thanks to the Lone Ranger. The feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Trenville Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Boy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.