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They're quick work for her, too. So easy to bake. And they always turn out perfect. Benny Crocker promises that. Have mom put Benny Crocker honey spice cake on her grocery list today, huh? You'll be glad she did. And so will your whole family. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful mask writer of the plains let 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. Let's join 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. Are you still there? In his camp in the wild horse country of Texas north of the Brazos River, the lone ranger sat on the ground with his back against a tree. Silver stood nearby. The big white stallion pulled at a knot in a rope that bound the masked man's ankles. That's it Silver, you've loosened it. Now pull fella. The lone ranger had tied the rope himself to give Silver practice in one of the many things he'd been taught. Now you're getting it big fella. That's it. Not for you. So we'll have time for Tonto's returning from town. The masked man rose to his feet and patted Silver. As Tonto grew rain and dismounted in the woodland clearing. Did you get all the supplies we need Tonto? Ah, we get them all. And Kimus honey. We see regimen to cavalry in town. In Rocksville? Ah, then camp on grass in front of the courthouse. Did you ask the storekeeper about the wild horse hunters we're trying to find? Ah, me ask him. Him not know of anyone who fell high. Four men we've followed from the Oklahoma border have killed a lot of mustangs. They must have hides to sell. Well, me only speak to storekeeper. Maybe someone else know of men who sell hides. That's possible. Tonto, I'm going to make a thorough inquiry. In Rushville? Yes. You wear mask? No, I wear that old suit of buckskin you have in your saddle bag and disguise my face. For the further precaution, I'll leave Silver here and ride Scout. In town, the disguised lone rangers saw a group of soldiers and Indians standing in front of one of the tents on the courthouse lawn. The soldiers ordered him to halt and dismount. Halt and dismount. Who's got who? Then Captain Bates said, Please face the Indians. I want Chief Kwana to look at you. Very well. Chief, was this man and the group of horse hunters who shot the Indian boy? No, him not one of them. Very well. You're free to go. Well, Captain, I'd like to speak to you privately. Let's go to my tent. Well? Here is a military pass to identify me. Why, this is issued to the lone ranger. Yes. You've always been described to me as wearing a mask and riding a white stallion called Silver. I left Silver in camp and I'm wearing a disguise in the hope of getting information about wild horse hunters who are operating in this area. Horse hunters? Yes. Well, that's what I'm looking for. That's what I thought when you questioned me. Why are you looking for them? I'd like to convince them that it's cruel and unnecessary to kill horses for their hides when they can be broken and put to useful work. If those men are found, they'll kill no more horses. Oh? They raided the Mustang herd on the Comanche Reservation. And in doing so, they shot and wounded a Comanche boy. So that's why you wanted the Indians to look at me? Yes. Those men must be found and punished. Otherwise, Chief Quan and his people may go on the warpan. That would be a disaster for the whole Southwest. Right. Is the Chief sure the horse hunters shot the boy? The men with him witnessed the shooting. When did it take place? Yesterday. The boy was trying to capture a Mustang to break and ride. The hide hunters didn't want him to scare the herd, which was inside the Reservation, so they deliberately shot him. Do you have any information about the horse killers? Yes. They've been identified by detailed descriptions the Indians gave us. Hack Morris is the leader. Three members of the Yaro clan are with him. Their Rube and Nick Yaro were brothers, and the cousin named Polk Yaro. I've heard of Hack Morris. He was a close friend of a killer taught on our health capture. And I'll be grateful for any help you give us. The time is short. I'll try to keep the Chief in town for a day or so. I'll report to you as soon as possible, Captain Bates. Meanwhile, Hack Morris and the Yaro brothers rode in search of several of the wild Mustangs from the Indian Reservation. Most of the horses were penned in a blind canyon where Polk Yaro had been left on guard. But the greedy killers hoped to find the remainder before starting the slaughter. They rode slowly through a woods until Hack suddenly signaled a halt. Boys, I smell wood smoking. That means there's a campfire somewhere ahead. There might be soldiers or engines those of which we got to stay away from. Yeah, Nicky. Think we better turn back? No. Steady. Easy. You stay here with the horses, Rube. Dick and I will go ahead now and foot and look around. Moving cautiously, Hack and Nick crept toward the camp and presently saw the clearing where Toto was grooming the Great Horse Silver. The eyes of the killers widened when they saw the magnificent stallion tied to a tree by a rope around his neck. What a horse, a pure bred Arabian, or I miss my guests. Let's get him. Yeah, we'll have to get that engine first. Right. Come on. Place your hands. Huh? Who are you? You're covered. Don't make a move. Well, he got hands up. What do you want? That horse. You're a horse hunter. Me get you? I got his arms. Use your gun, Hack. Yeah, that got him. Yeah, watch it. Just hit him with your gun. Why don't you shoot him? We don't have time for that if we decide to kill him. Hey, look at that horse. He won't try it. I bet he'd be attacking us. Yeah, there's a horse with fire. We can sell that credit for a fancy price. Yeah. Take that rope land there and tie the engine while he's unconscious. Now look through these saddlebags and blanket rows. Maybe there'll be something of value besides the horse. Right. Hey, arrow. Yeah. Come here and bring the horses. While tautily on the ground, unconscious and tightly bound, the three horse killers examined the contents of the saddlebags. The lone ranger had left behind. They found silver horseshoes and a supply of silver bullets. Then Hack explained it. Yeah, that's silver. These saddlebags belong to the lone ranger. And that's his famous horse called Silver. We've got to have that horse. What about that engine? He must be Tato, the lone ranger's partner. Should we drill him? No, I've got a better idea. We'll take him with us. What? He might come in handy in case we have to make a deal. I reckon the lone ranger would meet almost any terms to save the life of Tato. Well, let's get that horse. He looks like he'll fight. We'll put three ropes on him. As the three horse killers mounted their horses and shook their larriots into loops, Silver sensed their intentions and whirled in his tracks, looking for a way of escape. But he was tethered to a tree. Go, Hack! They're closest. Here goes! I got a loop on him. Feeling the rope on his neck, Silver reared and clumpeted in fury. Hell, by pre-tight larriots tied to the saddles of three strong horses that knew their work and braced their legs, Silver fought vainly to free himself. He bucked reared on his fine legs and pressed the air with his forefeet while he screamed with fury. Keep your ropes tight. I'll cut a blouse from the tree. Never mind the rents, kid. Leave him there. Let's move the horse. Get up there. Get up there. He's not budget. Look at him fighting the ropes. If he'd be, our horses would drag him. 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With three ropes pulling on his neck, Silver was forced to accompany his captors. But he fought every inch of the way, tearing up the sod and leaving a tell-tale trail. The three riders and their mounts were almost exhausted when they reached the box canyon with Silver. Hack yelled, Hey folks, let down the bar so we can get this critter in. After much difficulty, the four men drove Silver into the box canyon, which was surrounded by high walls, except for the narrow opening that was closed by the highest split rail fence. The horse killers cut their ropes, rather than risk their lives by going near enough to the infuriated stallion to loosen the loops. Then Rube said, We left the trail a blind man can follow. Yeah, that means the lone ranger will be here. We'll get back down the trail a little way and ambush that mask man in his pile. I've been hoping for a long time to get him. Yeah, yeah. They're the ones who cut a pile of mine a while back. He was hanged from my day. Name was Clem Ashley. Silver, who had been standing at the edge of the wild horse herd, trembling with rage, became quiet when his captors rode away. He took off the loosened loops of the larriots around his neck, then walked to the fence and inspected it from one end to the other. He paused at the middle section where Polk had let down the bars. The fence was too high to jump and Silver knew it. Meanwhile, the lone ranger returning from Rushville on scout found Tuttle conscious but tightly bound. And he saw that Silver was gone and the camp ransacked. As he released his friend, he said, Oh, you heard Tuttle. Well, he'd get drunk one head, but me all right now. Who came here? Two men come, get drop on me. Tracks show that three men were here and three horses. Maybe other man, horse, come after me, not town. They've taken Silver. Oh, me know. Can you stand? Here, let me help you. Do you want to stay here while I go after the men who took Silver? Me go with you, Kimosavi. Scout carry double. The other ground is torn up, Tuttle. Silver must have put up a furious battle. Oh, me hope him not hurt. He's took the saddlebags. I wonder if they found my clothes in masks. You hide them in brushwood. I'll see if they're still there. You find them? Yes, Tuttle. I'll change into my own clothes before we go after those troops. Now, why do you do that? Me put cold water on head, then be ready to go. In a few minutes, the lone ranger once more, wearing his own clothes and mask, stood beside the paint horse scout. Tuttle dried his face and said, Kimosavi, me ride behind saddle. All right, easy, scout, easy. Come on. I'm ready. More scout. Following the clearly defined trail of the fighting horse, the lone ranger and Tuttle made good time. The sun was still above the buttes on the western side. The sun was still above the buttes on the western horizon, when the hoof marks led them into a maze of canyons and arroyos. All around were possible hiding places for enemies, but the mask man and Indian threw caution to the wind, hoping to find silver before darkness obscured the trail. Their course took them around a bend, and then they sighted the fenced in mouth of the open canyon, several hundred yards ahead. Look, Kimosavi, wild horse pen. Silver's inside the fence. They're just around here, a horse scout. Anyone round? Easy, scout. No, but I think... Rachel Jones, huh? Rachel, we'll tell you what's left. You're covered from both sides. A quick glance told the lone ranger and Tuttle that four Winchester rifles were aimed at them from hiding places behind rocks. They lifted their hand. Hey, folks, we'll get their shooper and ride. At that moment, Silver nuzzled a rope that held one end of the fence's top rail to a supporting post. It was tied with the same kind of knot the lone ranger used in training the big stallion. A gleam of awakened memory showed in Silver's eyes. He gripped one loop of the knot in his strong teeth and started tugging. Unaware of what Silver was doing, the lone ranger and Tuttle held their hands at shoulder level as they walked ahead of the four men who had disarmed them. Pope led scout. Presently, the group reached camp, only a short distance from the opening of the box canyon. Up here, this is as far as you go. We're gonna hang both of you, just the way Climashley was hanging. Unnoticed in the pens, Silver knew that his master was nearby and redoubled his efforts to untie the rope. He tugged one bend out of the knot and started on another. Pope Yarrow said, How about unmasking this umbrage? When you're time, Pope, plenty of time. I don't want to rush things. I've waited too long for this day. Maybe we'd better tie his hands, boys. Then we'll unmask him. Better tie the engine's hands, too. It's a good idea. Get some rope. At that instant, the last bend in the knots at which Silver had been working came out, leaving the ends of the rope loose. The top bar dropped to the ground. Silver's wild trumpeting startled the high hunters. Pope, who had picked up a rope to tie the lone rangers' hands, looked toward the pen as Hack shouted, Hey, look! The top bar's down! I don't know, but go and put it up, Proto. Bluffed the stallions jumping over the pen. Come on! Let them come! A split second when all four killers were looking toward the pen, the lone rangers charged at Pope. Come on, Proto! Pope staggered back from a blow to the stomach while Toto leaped at Nick. Scott reared high and flailed with his front hooves at Hack and Rube. Look out, Rube! Knocking him unconscious, Pope had dropped his rifle, but now he drew his pistol. I'll kill you! An instant before he fired, he was struck by the charging Silver. The lone ranger leaped toward Nick, who struggled with Toto. I'll take care of this one. As Nick went down from the masked man's sledgehammer blow to the tin, the masked man picked up a gun and turned toward Hack, who was aiming at Toto. The bullet smashed the killer's arm and Hack's shot went wild. I'm ready for anyone else who wants gunplay. No, don't shoot! Don't hurt them, that horse hit me, don't shoot! Now, hold your fire, I'll help you. My arms wasn't... Then stand back and keep your good arm high. Some of them thought, oh, well, I designed the two who's knocked out. All right, Silver, old fellow. We're in charge from now on. All other horses jump-gage. Good. Hey, listen, Mr. I admit you got the win in hand, but you can't kill us in cold blood. The law will deal with you. I admit we stole your horse. We're turning you over to the army. The army! For the invasion of the Comanche Reservation and the shooting of an Indian boy. They're tied into their own horses, Toto. Several hours later, in Rushville, all efforts of the captain who prolonged the talks with the Indians had broken down. Chief Kwanah, standing beside his Mustang on the courthouse lawn, took the braids out of his hair, then tied a knot in his pony's tail. The meaning of these gestures was not lost on Captain Bates. He said, those signs. They mean war. It is war, Captain. I know, like men, you make many promises. You keep none. I ask you to catch men who kill wild horses on our lands and shoot young Comanche. You answered with many words. You did nothing. Chief, you haven't given me a chance. The only justice Indians ever get is what they make for themselves. So it is war. Wait, Chief, wait! Mass man and Indians are bringing in poor prisoners. It must be. It is. Captain Bates, we captured your horse killers. Oh, you've got the scoundrel stuff in time, mister. Chief Kwanah, are those prisoners the man who shot the Indian boy? My people say they are the men. I told you they'd be captured. Now I promise you they'll be punished. Do you believe me? Oh, I believe you. You keep your word once. You will keep it again. Turning to his pony, Chief Kwanah took the knot out of its tail. There will be peace between us. I have spoken. Good. Now, tell us how you got the gang, mister. The lone ranger quickly told about the capture of the horse killers. Then Captain Bates said, we're indebted to you. You did a lot for the West. Captain Bates, the credit should go to Silver. Yeah, that's right, old fellow. Adios, friends. Goodbye, sir. Captain, who is the man who wears the mask? Chief Kwanah. He is the friend and protector of good people and animals. And he's the enemy of all that is bad in the West. He's the lone ranger. I'll kill you. The Lone Ranger, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Boy. 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