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Sounded like only one horse to me, Sid. Where's Blackie? Didn't he come back with you? I came to tell you, Sid. Blackie's in jail, huh? Not until that happened. Philip from Laredo recognized the rule of Blackie was riding as one of the horses the gang rustled two months ago. My thunder of the sheriff gets Blackie to talk. I don't think he'll squeal on the gang. He will if they keep at him long enough. What's more, he's the man I was setting across the border to Margo to meet Carlos Camargo, the Mexican man. That's right. I didn't hear anything about that. What's it all about? You weren't here when I told the gang. Margo has contacts for selling stolen cattle and horses in Mexico. He got word to me he'd like to join the gang. He said to send someone to meet him at the La Rosa Cafe in Piedras, Nagra, just across the Rio Grande. We'll ride into Eagle Pass and get Blackie out of jail. That's risky. Not if Blackie hasn't talked. If the sheriff doesn't know he's a member of this gang, he won't be expecting trouble. We had to bust him out of jail before, up in Pekin. Yeah, I know. But he won't have a chance to be Carlos again. After we get him out of the jail at Eagle Pass, I plan to get rid of him by putting a bullet in his back. Right up the jail. The sheriff walked from the cell block into his office. The fellow's mighty stubborn refuses to talk. Now, Rick and he'll break down if we keep him locked up long enough. Great! Hell of a new way. My man and I have you covered only smoke. Man, stop it. Take your guns, let's see. I'm sure you won't get away with this. We are getting away with it. Now, Sheriff, you and the deputy walk ahead of us to the cells. Get going! Blackie, why didn't you change your brand on that bro like I told you to? I forgot, Sid. Yeah? Well, nobody riding with my gang has the right to forget important things like that. This is the second time we had to take risks to get you out of jail. I'm sure sorry, Sid. It won't happen again. That's right. It won't. The rest of you ride on ahead. I've got something private I want to say to Blackie. Did you talk to the sheriff while you were in jail, Blackie? Although, Sid, he tried to get me to talk, but I didn't say anything. That's the truth. Good. Ride ahead and join the gang. I'm going back to that turn and make sure we aren't being followed. All right, Sid. Get up there. Oh, bending over him. Never mind the mask now. If I was on the trail, I'd have got you here to attend your room. I've done for. Who shot you? For the new hideout. Him, bone ranger. In gang. If you could get evidence. We could only find a new hideout. Listen, I. I used to meet a Mexican. Carlos Camargo at the La Rosa Cafe across the border tomorrow at 2 o'clock. Someone else will meet him. Take him to chill in that. Easy, fellow. Easy. In their old past, you know nothing. I know. Remember, Sid, what to do. The two men dug a grave for Blackie. When they finished, Toto asked, You'll go to cafe, cross border, follow Mexican fellow outlaw leader, Sid? Toto will cross Piedras-Negres tomorrow, but I have a better plan than following him to the hideout. I'll tell you about it on the way. Toto and the lone ranger rode toward the Mexican town of Piedras-Negres. What's your plan, Kimitabi? I want to reach that place. You're not wearing a mask in cafe? No, I'll disguise my features. I hope to find Carlos Camargo waiting there. There are other details of my plan we'll talk over later. Come on, Sid. What's coming? He disguised himself as a cowboy. Then Toto waited while his friend rode to the La Rosa Cafe. Oh, really, Sid? It was about 1 o'clock when the lone ranger entered the cafe. He slowly approached the bar, and sped up the bar. Ah, they missed it. I'm looking for a certain hombre I'm supposed to meet here. Do you know Carlos Camargo? I see. Si, señor. Si, tall hombre at the end of the park. Oh, folks. Si. Well, I'm using you, Sid, certainly, to take you to his place. Oh. You'll have come early, I mean. Yeah. Make better time than I expected. Well, I reckon we'll see where we get started. The better it'll be. I am ready, amigo. Good. Let's go. Climb later, as the Mexican and the lone ranger rode the trail just outside of town. Caramba. That shot come from behind the boulders ahead. We must stop. Ho, ho, ho, ho. We must not be taken, amigo. As soon as we face those who shoot at us, be ready to use your guns. You'll reach. Not move. Yes, señor. Then when he comes from the boulders, I go into action. No one shoots fast. Then Carlos Camargo. You reach Camargo. Get him up the count. What is this? Who's count? Open us. Take his gun, Donald. Now, Camargo, right in that stand of trees. Go on. Get up the hill. Come on. Get him up the count. This man, Camargo. This must be a joke. It's no joke, easy said it before. Easy, huh? Easy, but not at me time. After Carlos was tied in gang, the lone ranger studied his face. Then disappeared. His own features to match those of the Mexican bandit. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, he spoke to Toto. Toto, I'll go back to the cafe now. You wait here. When you see the Oslo and me ride past, follow us with Camargo tied to his horse. Ah. And then what may do? Take him to the sheriff and he'll pass. Use the back street to reach the jail. I'll let him know to ask him a sheriff to hold Camargo and not to let word of his capture get out. After that, you pick up my trail and stay in hiding near the hideout. Your adventure in just a moment. Action. Oh, you're a question. And here's what the happy people have to say. Take Midwestern champions, for instance. When Bobby Feller takes the mound, the outfield boys sit on the ground. That Wheaties pitching leaves them there, watching batters fan the air. And then, when we name our Wheaties crew, big Ted Kluzewski's in there, too. He'll face those hurlers day or night and knock their fastballs out of sight. Bob Feller and Ted Kluzewski both know that Wheaties' magic. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Wheaties, breakfast of champions. Keep body to your Wheaties and you, we do, do, do and I keep hope. And you, we do, do, do and I keep hope. In posing as Carlos Camargo, waited until a man entered and asked, Mexican villainy, name Carlos Camargo. I am Camargo amigo. My name's Lefty. Sid sent me. But of course, I've been waiting. I am ready to leave with you at once. And that suits me. Come on. Seating you. Then finally reached an old farmhouse several miles south of Eagle Pass. Hola. Hola. Carlos, this is it. Let's go inside. Hey. Carlos Camargo. Well, glad to meet you, Carlos. Oh, you are the great Sid Chiller life. You're so much about that. Yeah. But you got quite a reputation yourself, Carlos. Because there's something that happened last night, we had to change our hideout. I heard the Mexican woman who owns this farm puts up gangs once in a while. When I mentioned that you were going to join us, she took us right away. She said she knew you. Oh, figure. Call Magdalena from the kitchen. Sure. Magdalena, Sid wants you. Magdalena, here's Carlos Camargo. You said you knew him. But of course, senor. Buenos dias, Carlos. Buenos dias, Magdalena. It is good to see you again. Never have I forgotten how you cut yourself while helping us out on the farm, New Monterrey. See, but it was nothing. I've forgotten it. The smile left the face of the stopped middle-aged Mexican woman as she stared a moment at the lone ranger. Then she said... You seem to have forgotten other things, too, Carlos. But no matter. I must get back to the kitchen. Adios. Adios, Magdalena. She doesn't seem as glad to see you as I expected, Carlos. But she is guessing her longing years of ego. Women change for the years. Yeah, I reckon so. Sit down with the men awhile. See how dinner's coming along. Carlos, Sid tells us you've pulled some mighty big jobs. Hey, Magdalena. Was there something wrong when you met Carlos just now? There is something strange about him, senor. First, never has he ever called me Magdalena. He always called me senor a humaness. And his eyes, senor. They are not black like those of Carlos. Hold on. You think he's someone else? I am confused, senor. He does not seem like the Carlos I knew so well. Well, don't say anything. But the more I think of it, the more I am sure he is not Carlos. Just leave him to me, Magdalena. I'll take care of him. That night, after the lone ranger and the men had gone to the bunkhouse, Sid sat with Trigger making plans. Trigger? Tomorrow the gang will hold up the stage just outside of Eagle Pass near the old bridge. Carlos rode with us? Yeah. I have reason to believe he isn't Carlos Comargo. Hey, I don't say anything. Briefly, Sid told Trigger what he had learned from Magdalena. When he finished, Trigger spoke. And he's someone posing as Carlos. That's what I figured. Now, listen, he's to ride with the men. They have orders to watch them close. I'm going to ride to Stoneville Easty here and get on that stage. Heaven, what? I'll ride in the coach. When the gang stops the stage, I'll plug Carlos during the excitement. We can't take chances, so I'll figure to get him out of the way. Whoever he is, he'll be sorry he tried to put one over on Sid. Later, after the others were sleeping, the lone ranger quietly sneaked out of the bunkhouse and started past the house toward the edge of the nearby woods. As he passed under one of the windows, Magdalena called softly. Carlos. Carlos. Is that you, Magdalena? Bob said, Senor, at first I was sure you were not Carlos, but now I am not so sure. Perhaps the light has changed your eyes. Perhaps now that you are older, you call me Magdalena. No matter. But I cannot have you killed because of what I have told them. See, they plan to hold up this stage tomorrow near the old bridge. You have to ride with the men. How do you know these? I heard Senor Sid talking to one of the men. I listened at the door. He will ride in the coach. He plans to shoot you when you ride toward the stage. Gracias for telling me. Do not go with them, Senor. Leave here tonight. Do not worry about me, Magdalena. Go from the window now before we are heard. Adios, Senor. Adios, and gracias. When the Lone Ranger reached the edge of the woods, he gave a signal. Immediately there came an answering signal. And a moment later, Tonto came through the shadows to his friend's side. Right, yes, Tonto. Alison, Sid Chilin has made circle plans. Here is what I want you to do. Early the next morning, Sid gave his men orders. Then left to catch the stage at Stoneville. That afternoon, the gang of the Lone Ranger is still posing as Carlos. Wait at near the old bridge in a gully for the stage to appear. The stage will be coming soon. Carlos, you're going to ride up front with me, Savvy. Yes, I'm going to say good. I think I see the stage coming now. Yes, there it is. Come on, Carlos. You now lead the gang. All right, let's go. Sid paid little attention to another passenger who sat beside him. As the stage near the old bridge, Sid leaned out the window expectantly. Then he saw the gang approaching. Sid noticed that the man posing as Carlos was riding in front of the gang with Trigger. Quickly, he reached for his gun when... You're not wrong. You've got a gun at your side. Hey, what is this? He take your gun. You want a wrench? You'll reach quick. Driver, you stop the stage. What's that? Then catch gang and catch you. And suddenly turning silver, the masked man faced the gang with drawn guns. Reach all of you. Hey, what's the idea? You know why, Trigger. So you found out. Trigger, the sheriff and the posse are coming fast. Use your guns, men. We've got to get away. Yes, quickly to get out of the trap, but without success. Finally, after several of the posse men and the crooks were wounded, the gang gave up. The low ranger immediately rode to the coach to see about Ponto and Chillan. Oh, he's a big fella. Now you don't have an axe. I said get out. And out you weren't, Carlos. Trick me, were you? I'll finish this right now. Looks like you've got your end of things under control. Ponto, I brought your horse with me. Not good. This man, who sent no sheriff. So you're the masked man. I wouldn't know you're not get up. I got Carlos Camargo back in jail. He'll be surprised when these men join him. Carlos Camargo in jail? I don't savvy. I'll take time to explain to you some night when you have nothing to do but listen. Sheriff, I'm sure you and your men can handle things here now. You caught this gang red-handed. We'll meet you in town later. Adios. Good bye. Let's go, Carlos. He's got his people up. Come on. Let's go. Yes, he sure did. You see, he said he's an hombre who usually wears a mask and has dedicated his life to law and order. He's the lone ranger. A friend of 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.