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And a few days later, he and Tuttle made camp a few miles from the little railroad town of St. Elmo. After they had eaten, Tuttle saddled his horse. When he got to town, I'll keep myself by surprise. While you're there, Tuttle, make some inquiries about Stan Jarton. Even his two friends might have gone to St. Elmo. He'd be not known names of Jarton's friends. Neither do I, but you know their description. Am I right? He's got it, he's got it. We asked some people in town, get them upstown! When Tuttle reached town, he rode to the livery stable. As he put Scout into a stall, he noticed a rangy bay with a white star on its left flank. It was the horse ridden by Stan Jarton. Tuttle looked for the stablekeeper. Me want to ask a question. What is it, engine? Where do you get a horse with a star on its left flank? Oh, him? Well, he's not one of our strings. We're boarding him for a fellow. Oh, well, when you get him? About a week ago, a fellow rode in, paid a month's board in advance and said he'd be back in about that time. And where fell a go? Say, a mighty nosy engine. You know him? Ah, me know him. Where him go? To Chicago. At least twice that station agent said that's where he bought a ticket to. That far off. Yeah, Chicago's quite a ways from here. When will you be back for your horse? Well, me go buy supplies now. Me come back soon. Then you better pay me now. I've got to run up to my house for about an hour. May not be back by the time you want to leave town. Ah, me, me pay now. Well, thanks. Come back again when you're in town. Ah, me do it. Thought he'll hurry to the general store where he bought supplies. Then he watched the livery stable. When he saw the stablekeeper leave, he went inside and made an investigation before returning to camp to tell the lone ranger what he had learned. He climbed saddlebag on rack outside stall, a bay horse with star on flank. In saddlebag, me find this. Oh, a picture postcard addressed to Jordan. Not right. From Chicago. This is a picture of the stockyards. It says, wish you were here and signed by a woman, Clara, here's her address. You send telegram to lawman Chicago? No, it's a legrafer might talk and tip off some of Jordan's friends. I'll write a letter to the Chicago chief of police. When the chief of the Chicago police received the letter, he called in the city's most famous team of detectives, Nick Clark and Patsy Lanahan. Did you maybe ever hear of a criminal named Stan Jordan? Stan Jordan? No, not me. I mean, neither. What's his line, chief? My grubby. I have a letter from the west saying he's wanted out there. It gives his description and warns that he's a very dangerous man. Here's the letter. Take it along. All right, chief. Let's have it. Hey, this letter isn't signed. I figured you got it from some lawman out there. The only indication as to who may have sent it was this. It was in the envelope. A bullet? A silver bullet? Now, what do you make of that? Some of the western lawmen who've been to Chicago have told me about a mysterious character out there who aids the law. They say he uses silver bullets like that one. Who is he, chief? Well, no one seems to know who he is, but they call him the lone ranger. Oh, I've heard about him, but, chief, you don't believe that now, do you? That's just one of those tall stories westerners make up to tell us he's to do it. The lone ranger. Chief, if you ask me, someone's playing a practical joke on you. Sure they are, chief. I don't agree with you. I want this crew followed down. I should know what it is. All right, chief. If you say so. Come on, Nick. This address is a cheap rooming, and I was down by the stockyards. Come on in, Stan. You're just in time for breakfast. How are you, Clara? I'll give you a little thing this morning. Fine. Have a chair, and I'll dish up eggs and bacon. What I want right now is fresh air. I'm going to raise the window. Hey, who's at the door? How do I know? Good morning, girly. Who's your gentleman friend over there by their window? Who are you? Officers of the law. It's him, Nick. See the description, Fitz. It's him, all right. Fellow, we want to talk with you. Look out, Patsy's going for a gun. And Patsy Lannahan fell to the floor mortally wounded. Stan Jarton jumped through the window and escaped on the fire escape. A few days later, Tonto rode into the lone rangers camp with copies of the Chicago newspapers, and the masked man read aloud the accounts of the murder of Patsy Lannahan and the escape of Stan Jarton. It's too bad Jarton wasn't captured in Illinois. Why you say that? Because he would hang for murder in that state. Here, he's only one for bank robbery. That carries only a prison term. He is arrested. That's not good. Of course he could be extradited to Illinois. It would mean a long court hearing. Clever lawyer might even prevent it. There's no use discussing that when Jarton is still free. Maybe Stan Jarton, come back to St. Elmo and get horse. It's starting to get dark. We'll ride in a towel and talk to the stablekeeper. The big boy's coming. All right, let's go. Meanwhile in St. Elmo, Bill Baxter, the livery stable man, dosed in the cubby hole office. But he came to life when the Westbound freight crane rolled through town. Well, that goes over 97. It's time for me to close up shop and go home for the night, I reckon. Oh, hello, Mr. Howdy, yourself. The stable man turned to see a man enter the little office, a saddlebag hanging loosely from one arm. It struck him that there was something familiar about the visitor. But he was tired and his mind was foggy from sleep. I'm just going to close up shop for the night. You don't remember me, huh? Well, seems I have seen you before somewhere. Yeah, you've seen me. That bay horse that the star belongs to me. Oh, yeah, I remember now. You're the fellow who went to Chicago. I've been on that freight, and I want to talk to you. Hey, what's the idea of that gun? Quiet. You better get out of here. Someone's coming. I'm not leaving, but I got you covered. Get behind the door. You get rid of whoever it is, Prudles, have you? Sure, sure. I'll get rid of him. Mask man, what do you want? I want to talk to you about that bay horse with the star on his flank. Freeze, Mr. Stan Jordan. Yeah. Now I know what I came all the way back here to find out. What's that? How the Chicago police found out I was in town. Did you get him? There you go. I'll go with you. You'll bite my arm. I quit. I quit. All right, let him up, Toto. Well, we got it done. Well, thanks. All right, let's go, Jordan. Where you taking me? To the sheriff in Pineville. Me get bay horse with star on my back. When the lone ranger and Toto reached Pineville with their prisoner, the masked man told Toto to wait outside the sheriff's office with Jardin. Then he entered the office. Good evening, Sheriff. Hey, what's the idea? Don't reach for your guns. I've no outlaw, Sheriff. What's the idea of that mask? You'll understand in a moment. Bring him in, Toto. Uh-uh. Me bring him in. And then, Sheriff. Do you recognize the man with him, Sheriff? He's smoke. It's Stan Jardin. Toto and I captured him in St. Elmo this evening. He's wanted for robbing the bank at Parleville. More important, he's wanted for murder in Chicago. Just who in thunder are you, mister? Does this mean anything to you? Here, catch it. Bullet? Silver bullet? That's right. What? Why, you're the lone ranger. The masked man explained the facts to the sheriff. Then said... I advise you to telegraph the Chicago police at once. And now, Toto and I will be going. Are you leaving permanent? No, Sheriff. We'll be around here until we know the outcome of Jardin's case. Also, we're on the lookout for the two men who helped Jardin rob the bank at Parleville. 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The following day, far to the north of Pineville, two men read the newspaper account of the capture of their former friend Stan Jardin. They were Gus Dunham and Tex Adams, both of whom had helped Jardin rob the bank at Fowlerville. I guess we gotta help Stan. Gotta get him out of jail before they take him to Chicago. Yeah, I've been thinking about that. I've got some ideas too. You have? When does the paper say that Chicago lawman is due to arrive in Pineville? Two days from now. Oh Tex, the train don't go to Pineville. The nearest railroad stop is at St. Elmo. What about it? Well that Chicago lawman will get off at St. Elmo. You'll have to hire a horse or rig to get to Pineville. That's right. Get saddled. I want to ride down that way and look things over. You said you had an ID. I'll tell you all about it while we saddle the horses. Come on. The Lone Ranger also kept abreast of the news that Chicago police were sending an officer west to get Jardin. He explained it to Toto. I want you to go to town Toto and report back to me on everything that happened. Let me do that. When Detective Nick Clark arrived at the St. Elmo Railroad Station he hired a saddle horse, got directions and headed out on the trail toward Pineville. Being an inexperienced horseman he had to concentrate on riding and hardly noticed two horsemen who approached. Gus and Tex were quick to identify the Easterner. Oh boy. Morning, mister. Howdy, stranger. Good morning, Jack. Is this the road to Pineville? Cover him, Tex. Don't make him move for your hip tin star. Hey, what's the idea? Get down from that horse, Pronto. Get his gun, Tex. I've got it. I'll cover him, Gus. Oh boy. Now, mister, start peeling off your duds while I do the same. We're going to change clothes. Yeah, and leave the sea guards in the pot. Yeah, it'll make me smell like a big town detective when I call in the sheriff in Pineville. Two hours later, Gus Dunham, dressed in the clothes of Detective Nick Clark and puffing one of the latter's cigars, walked into Sheriff Waterfield's office in Pineville and presented his credentials. Come this way. Here he is. Do you recognize him? Yeah. Yes, he's the dirty killer who shot my partner. Jordan, this is Detective Nick Clark from Chicago. Guess you remember him all right? Yeah, I know him. What about it? The sheriff tells me you'll fight extradition. I can't put up any fight. I have no money for a lawyer. And you will go back with me? I can't help myself. You'll have to sign a waiver. All right, I'll sign it. Well, the dog gone my buttons. I never expected this. I'd rather risk a trial in Chicago than a lynch mob here. That's probably what'll happen. Sheriff, there's an eastbound train through St. Almona about four hours. I guess I might as well take the prisoner and get started. All right, along with you. All that won't be necessary, Sheriff. I can handle him. He's still in my jurisdiction. I don't want anything to happen before he gets out of it. I guess you're right. Oh, have a cigar, Sheriff. Don't mind if I do. Now we'll let him sign the waiver just to make it legal. All right, Jordan, let's get going. This may be a long mile, Jordan, but I reckon it's going to be your last one. Anything happen in town, Otto? Nothing happen. Pass, Kimitabi. Detected Compton, Chicago. He'll have murder warned for Jordan. Now detective take Jordan to railroad at St. Elmo. You mean Jordan didn't fight extradition to Illinois? Well, Sheriff say Jordan signed paper. Sheriff called paper waiver. Oh, I see. Jordan waived extradition. What that mean? He agreed to go back to Illinois without putting up a court fight. Oh, that's good. On the face of it, yes. But, Tonto, I can't understand it. What you mean? Jordan gave in too easily. No man is going to hang without putting up a fight to prevent it. Well, Jordan, say him fear lynch, Mom. There's been no talk of lynching. Tonto, until he's on the eastbound train, I can't believe this is all on the level. Get mounted. Here's silver. They've got to cross country to the trail they're riding. They've not gone far yet. We catch them all right. All right, let's go. Let's go. Meanwhile, Nick Clark, the Chicago detective and his guard, Tex Adams, waited a few rods from the trail leading to St. Elmo. Yours funny looking in those clothes as Gus wasn't your outfit. Won't be so funny when the Lone Ranger tracks the three of your dollars. The Lone Ranger? That's a joke. I thought so too, once. Of course, the life of the best friend I ever had. Someone's riding this way. Must be Gus and Stan. Yeah. Yeah, here they come. Holy smoke. Who's with him? Another killer? It's the sheriff. In handcuffs. How'd you get the sheriff, Gus? He just wanted to come along. This is the sheriff. Who is this man? He's a famous Chicago detective, Mr. Nick Clark. I borrowed his clothes, Sheriff. Also the warrant I showed you. All right, Gus, get out of them dozen into your own. Take them off, Mr. Clark. We've got the clear out of here. Yeah, I'd be glad to get out of this outfit. It's kind of tight on me. This derby hat don't fit either. Light out on the saddle, Sheriff. You've gone as far as you're going. All right, Fletcher, get up there and stand by the sheriff while you take off Gus's clothes. Now, give me my own clothes. Put them on. Where you're going, all you'll need is a pair of wings. Not going to shoot him. I'm not going to kiss him. And that goes for you, too, Sheriff. It's cold-blooded murder. Not the first time I've committed murder. Put your hands up. Who's the man? Put him down. No, you don't. Drop that gun. As the loon ranger rushed forward, his toe caught on a stone and he fell sprawling on the ground. In a flash, then Tex and Gus rushed him, determined to kill him before he could get to his feet. Get him. Kick him, Tex. Kick him. Get the injured guy. Pamela went to the fray, trying to ward off the blows directed at his friend and give him a chance to get to his feet. It was an uneven battle with the outlaws holding the advantage. As Nick Clark, the Chicago detective, watched the sudden turn of events, the lights slowly began to dull upon him. He realized that this was not just a battle between crooks. One of whom was masked. The masked man and the Indian he realized were on his side. He plunged into the fight, swinging his ponderous fists with telling effects. Give it to him, Indian. I'm with you. Get the detective. A suddenness of the detective's attack frustrated the outlaws for the moment and they turned on him. Instantly, the lone ranger was on his feet and his fist swung like sledge hammers and the tide of battle evened. Three men against three. However, in a matter of seconds, then, Jardin and his henchmen realized they were no match for the masked man, the Indian and the detective. A blow from the lone ranger dropped Jardin to his knees. He tried to get to his feet but found himself helpless to do so. Only then did he yell. Get your hands up. Hello. Find the keys and get the handcuffs off the sheriff. Ah, let me do it. Mister, there's something I'd like to know. Oh, what is it, Sheriff? How come you and Tato showed up here when you did? Tato told me what happened in town. I was suspicious and we followed you. We saw Stan and Gush make you prisoner. I see. You had it pretty well figured out by then. Yes. We left our horses and came here on foot. And you got here just in time. In another two minutes, the sheriff and I would have been dead. You'd better get mounted, Clark. You and your prisoner are going to catch the eastbound train. There's not much time. You're right about that. I'm not going with them. But a man of hearing at court can't extradite me without a hearing. Jardin? Jardin, you lost your day in court in this state when you signed a waiver. You'll bet you did, Jardin. Now you'll hang. Can you take care of the other two prisoners, Sheriff? Sure can, mister. They'll be tried for bank robbery and they'll get the limit. Good. Then tell them I'll be on our way. Here's to over. Good enough. Adios. Adios. Bye. Sheriff, could it be possible that that masked man is the lone ranger? Yep. How did you guess it, Clark? Well, from what I've learned, there's just one man in all the west who could have done what he did. And that man is the lone ranger. I'll tell you that. Ah! A noted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Crandall Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Foy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.