 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hyo silver. The Lone Ranger. Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the ready-to-eat oat cereal that gives you go-power, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger. When boys line up to run a race, galloping Gordon sets the pace. He comes in first because he knows. He's got go-power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got go-power. There he goes. He's feeling his Cheerios. And so will you. Once you're eating Cheerios every breakfast, you'll say the Cheerios taste simply wonderful too. They're already cooked, shaped like little round-o's, and just full of good toasted oat flavor. Pour out a big bowlful, add fresh milk, and pitch in. You can almost feel the go-power. For a Cheerios breakfast is one of the finest ways you can get the vitamins, proteins, and minerals your body needs. A bowl of Cheerios and milk really starts your day right. Helps give you the good red blood, strong bones, and muscles. Go-power, you'll get it from Cheerios. Try it, and folks will say... He's feeling his Cheerios. With his faithful Indian companion title, the daring and resourceful Masked Rider 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 the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again! Come on Silver! Let's go be close! I am Silver! Barnaby Boggs was a man of questionable background. Among other things, he had been a rainmaker and a medicine man. Several of his shady enterprises had been broken up by the Lone Ranger, until finally Boggs reformed and settled down on a small ranch. After a short time, he became bored and eager for the activity of community life. He sold his ranch for enough to stock a store, then bought as much merchandise as his wagon would hold, and set out for the town of Leraby, which was one of the few communities where he was on excellent terms with the law. Marshall Muldoon and his wife lived in a house at the edge of town. They were on the porch when Boggs' big wagon came into view. Why is Barnaby Boggs' sakes alive, Tom? What's he doing back here? I'd be glad to see the old galoot. He's stopping his wagon out there in the field. Why doesn't he bring it into town? Welcome to Leraby Boggs! How do you do, Mr. Boggs? How do you do? How do you do? What's that sign mean? Trader? What are you trading? Muldoon, I come here as a man of business. A man of good will with a well-stocked cargo that things every household needs, such as what? Pots and pans, tinware, stoneware, hardware, yard goods, dry goods. In short, my friend, I have a line of fine sample goods to show what I'll carry. I'm open to store in Leraby. Boggs, you'd better go somewhere else. Muldoon, I came here because I heard that this town's in the grip of a money-grabbing skin-flint by the name of Caswell. Is that not the case? All I can say, you better shove on while you've got your health. Isn't it true that Caswell's emporium is the only store within 50 miles? Isn't it true, Jane? Yes, it's true, Mr. Boggs. And because of that, Caswell doubles and triples the fair price on everything he sells. Am I right, Boggs? Are you on the level? Do you really intend to go into business here in Leraby? I do. I propose to open a store. I can sell at half of Caswell's prices and still make money. Now, what's wrong with that, Muldoon? It's been dragged before. The first man who tried it got lost in the woods and died of exposure. The second was caught in a fire that wiped out his building. He burned to death. The third... I am not afraid of Caswell's tricks. He might catch me sleep in no siree. Not while I have Smokey Joe. Smokey Joe? Who's he? Old Indian I hired. I... Well, well, speaking of Indians, look, who's here? Tonto had come silently from across the road. He was standing a few yards away. Boggs rushed from the marshal and his wife to shake hands. Tonto, I'm downright glad to see you. And...and me glad. Of what you do in town. Well, I'm about to open a store. Yes, sir. I'm going to be a substantial citizen of Leraby, engaged in honest enterprise. Well, Marshall, shake hands with Tonto. Tonto, this is Marshall Muldoon. Oh, how? Me go now. Tonto. Somehow that name is familiar. I wonder where I've heard of Tonto. Let's go to your office, Marshall. I need some information about available property. Two buildings I can rent. Meanwhile, Tonto and the Lone Ranger were waiting next to their horses for Boggs to return to his wagon so the masked man might talk to him. Silver, get tired. Wait a minute. You mean that you would like to start for camp, Tonto? Oh, you know me. Me and no hurry. We wait a little longer. I'd like to speak to Barnaby. If he's really sincere, wanting to have her business in Leraby, he should be encouraged. That's right. Or maybe better, you go to Marshall's office. Talk to Boggs there. We'll wait until we see him return to his wagon. You must hurry. Yes. There goes Tonto to wagon. The Lone Ranger and Tonto watch the man cross blaze right across the grass at the edge of town and draw rain beside the big red wagon. He took a tin can from his side pocket, then lighted a match and held a flame to a length of fuse that extended from the can. When the fuse was burning, he got a divorce to the rear of the wagon and prepared to toss the improvised bomb through a square opening that served as a window. But just then, the rear gate dropped and cried out in indian. Get back inside there, red skinner. Blaze crossed the bomb into the wagon with one hand and drew his gun with the other. Before he could fire another gun bark. Get up! Get up! When Blaze saw his gun shot away, he didn't hesitate. He spurred his horse cruelly and raced across the plane. The masked man, the indian, rolled up at top speed and brought their horses to an abrupt halt. The masked man leaped from the saddle, the wagon, and grabbed the can of blasting powder. It was the work of an instant to pull out the remaining length of fuse. He tossed the can, now harmless to Toto. Here, take this. I'm going after that man. He's just had a big pull-up. Blaze freezed his horse with no match for the mighty silver. The lone ranger quickly cut down the lead. Oh, no! I love you! Hold your rope! Hold your rope! Hold it! Hold it! I was droppin', pulled off the horse once. I don't want it to happen again. We're going to blow up Bog's wagon. You have to say about it. Who are you to question me? Never mind. Save your answers for the marshal. Marshal's likely to be more curious about you, missy. A man who can show his face has an advantage over a critter like you. Sit still. I'll see if you have another gun. You're the only gun I own. Who are you to interfere anyhow? Did Caswell send you to destroy that wagon? I'm not talking for you. I'm not talking for the law. No one can make me talk. You may be right. But at least Marshal Muldoon and Barnaby Bogs are going to have a chance to try. Get going. Where? Back to town. To the office of Marshal Muldoon. Get it! Get it! Come to it! Your creed is a stir as he rode through the main street of Larrabee with his prisoner. When he entered the marshal's office, Muldoon and Barnaby Bogs leaped to their feet. What are you saying? Here he is, Marshal. Here's the man I was telling you about. Take him alive. I'm glad to see you. I knew you were in town. I was talking to town old Bogs. So this is the man we talked about. Yep. Welcome to Larrabee, Mr. Oh, thanks, Marshal. Glad to see you, Bogs. Same. But who is this critter? He wouldn't tell me his name. Maybe he'll talk to the Marshal. He tried to blow up your wagon. I deny it. Blow up my wagon. Yes. He threw a can of blasting powder and a lighted fuse into the wagon. What a surprise, Barnaby. What do you have to say about this? I've got nothing to say, and you can't make me talk. Did Caswell hire you? I never heard of him. You lie. Prove it. Bogs, you've seen an example of what I was trying to tell you. Your attempt to blow up your wagon was just the beginning. Yes. What are you going to do about this critter right here? Aren't you going to lock him up? Huh? I'd be sure to if he doesn't lie well. I can't give anyone I'd rather see behind bars. There's hardly a chance of a thousand of getting proof against Caswell. No. Not a chance from a thousand. Despite continued questioning, Blaise Peters refused to talk. He was placed on trial and given a sentence of 60 days. He served his term in jail. After his release, he went to Caswell's Emporium. Caswell and Barney stood in front of the building looking at the newly opened store across the street. Hi there, Mr. Caswell. Hello, Barney. Glad to see you, Blaise. You promised me something, Caswell, if I took the jail to him without involving you. Yes, sir. You'll get it, Blaise. Also, a chance to earn a lot more by helping Barney on a little job. Yeah? Bogs opened this store across the street while you were in the Calibus. Yes, so I see. Seems to be doing a big business. Yes, he is. I don't see any customers in your store. I'll get back my customers, Blaise. I've been waiting for you to get out of jail. Give me my office and we'll make some plans. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. That goes for the star wherever you are. Take Barbara Ann Scott, figure skating champion from the Northland. Watch her on this one. Barbara Ann's good. Now, there is a champ who's a real Wheaties fan. Sure helps to keep a gal up on her toes. A guy, too. Take Bob Lemon who pitches a lot of ball for the Cleveland Indians. Lemon knows what champions know. Wheaties for breakfast away you go. Gosh, no wonder the champs of tomorrow are eating Wheaties today. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties flake. Now to continue. Caswell sat in his office with Barney and Blaise. Two men who would do anything for the right price. Well, it's one thing to start a fire, Mr. Caswell. But you should pay more money when you want to murder. I take the same risk you do. If you and Blaise hang, I'll hang with you. But the store's burned down. That night, while Caswell played cards in the cafe to be sure of an alibi, his henchman, Blaise and Barney, crept through the darkness to a window in the rear of Bob's new store. They cautiously peered inside. You see the Indian? Yeah, Barney, I can see him. He's on a bunk over there in the corner. Well, he might as well get this over with. Wrap on the window. The Indian's awake. He's looking over. I'll motion to him as if we had something to tell him. You stand ready with a knife. He sees us. He's coming. He opened the window. We've got something to tell you. Not too loud, Blaise. Blaise has got something for you, Smokey Joe. Here it is. Good work, Blaise. I'll push him back inside. And we'll start a fire. A lone ranger and tattle left town after Blaise Peter's trial and conviction. They had planned to return for the opening of the new store, but had been delayed. They were just entering the town when they saw smoke pouring out of the building and a crowd of people running with pales of water. A fire, fellow. Killing right down there. The people in town were trying to pipe the flames inside the building by throwing water through the windows. But it was a futile effort. No one dared enter the building because of the danger that at any instant drums of coal oil stored inside would ignite. Several people turned at the sound of poof beats. They saw a masked man riding a big bike stallion. Here, help me! Take Mozo and let me go. I've got the same Smokey Joe. Is he inside? Mr. Bonch has coal oil inside that building. It's like he could go at any minute. Our engine pals in there, he sleeps in the rear. I've got to try to save him. Let me go, Mozo. Stay where you are, Barnaby. I'll see what I can do. Come back here! Come back! I can't get in there, mister! Don't try to go inside that building. Better for one man to die than two. The Lone Ranger pushed aside several who tried to stop him and hurried to the rear of a burning building. The masked man looked through the rear window into the small storeroom that was rapidly filling with smoke. Flames had already broken through the wall opposite the window. And by their light, the Lone Ranger saw Joe sprawled on his back. He leaped through the window and picked up the Indian and carried him out. When he reappeared in front of the building with Bob's friend in his arms, he was greeted by shouts and cheers. You're safe, Smokey Joe. You brought him out. I'm not sure that I saved him, Boggs. Smokey Joe hurt bad? Yes, but not because of the fire. He'd been stabbed in the chest. Once the coal oil ignited and the entire building became a mass of flames. The doctor examined Smokey Joe and announced that his life hung by a slender thread. There was a chance he might recover, but on the other hand, he might die without regaining consciousness. When the doctor had gone, Barnaby Boggs turned to the masked man and said, Murder, that's what it is. And Caswell's behind it. Bring the doctor back here. I have an idea. What is it? The doctor will cooperate. We may be able to trap the man who stabbed Smokey Joe. What's your idea, mister? Spread the story that the Indian is sure to recover. That he'll regain consciousness. Hi, Savvy. You figured the killer will come back to finish his job. Is that it? He may. At least the plan is worth trying. I'll get Doc right away. The doctor promised to cooperate in any plan that might lead to the capture of the man who had tried to murder Smokey Joe. By noon the next day, everyone in town had heard that Boggs' old Indian friend was likely to recover consciousness and describe the man who had knifed him. Caswell, Blaze and Barney were deeply concerned as they discussed the situation in Caswell's office. You better take steps, Caswell and Faist. Ed Redskin will talk our necks right into a hangman's room. And if me and Barney are jailed, we'll tell who hired us. Remember that. Hey! Steady, Caswell. We're not fooling. Yeah. And there's only one thing to do. You've got to go to Boggs' house tonight and finish the job on the Indian. Tonight? You can't go there on daylight. We'll have to trust the luck that Smokey stays unconscious until after Doc. What about Boggs? I'll keep him occupied. Now get this straight. Just after Doc, you boys be watching. When you see me go into Boggs' front door, you sneak around to the rear window. Climb into the room where the Indian lies unconscious and let him have it. This time make it permanent. Is that clear? Right. We got you. All right then. At nine o'clock tonight, I'll call on Boggs. It's you, Caswell. Good evening, Boggs. You mind if I step in? Well, looks like it doesn't matter whether mine or not. What do you want? The Boggs I've heard from several sources that you think I had a hand in burning your store. Now, I want you to know that's not the case. No? Hey, who an Indian? What do you mean busting into my house like this? He's friends, Smokey Joe. And he get's to learn them hurry. Hold on there. He'll get you up. Tonneau, did you have to hit him that hard? Don't mind your say. Be sure and knock him out. You followed instructions literally. Well, make close door. But plenty fast. Take this fellow to the bedroom and back. How long do you think you'll be unconscious? He hit Joe plenty hard. Maybe him get conscious in 10, 15 minutes. Carry him. Smokey Joe had been removed to Barnaby Boggs' own bedroom. The small rear room that Smokey Joe had previously occupied was empty until Tonto placed the unconscious Caswell on the bunk. Then Tonto left the room. Caswell regained consciousness to find Barnaby Boggs applying wet towels to his head. The room was lighted only by moonlight that came through the single open window. Now Caswell, take it easy. Lightning. It wasn't lightning that struck him. It was an Indian. He connected with your chin. Oh, Boggs. Yes, I remember. Somehow the Indian got the idea that you're the one who tried to murder Smokey Joe. What is that, Indian? Smokey Joe. I moved him to my own bedroom. That's more comfortable. Hey, hey, hey. I would've liked. You don't need a light. Just wait right there. Alone in the small room, Caswell sat up in the bunk. He ignored the pain that stabbed through his head as he pushed aside the blanket. He placed his feet on the floor and was about to rise when he saw the head and shoulders of a man silhouetted in the window. The battered, wide-brimmed hat was familiar. Lightning. The figure leaped through the window with cat-like agility. Grabbed Caswell and clamped one hand firmly across his mouth. I tried to, tried to wait. Caswell struggled furiously as a second man climbed through the window. The two assailants threw Caswell through the bunk and held him there. Then my hands slipped from his mouth. Barney, please, wait. Wait, listen. Don't stab me, I'm Caswell. How did you know Barney and Blaze were coming here to stab someone? What? What's that? You've convicted yourself, Caswell. That boy. You're not Lee. He owns the name. Bring him the light, Bugs. Here, here's your lamp. Looks like everything worked out first-rate. Anything to say, Caswell? Yes, yes, ma'am. With that hat, I thought... A borrowed Barney's hat. When you saw me outlined against the window, you made a natural mistake. You thought I was Barney. This is a joke. It's no joke, Caswell. We caught Blaze and Barney as they were about to climb through that window. They're outside right now, tied in gag, and watched by Tatl. You hired them to burn Bugs' store. You were a smoky Joe. When you thought Joe might live to identify them, you sent them here tonight to finish the job. No, no, they lied. They lied. I did it. You knew they were coming here, Caswell. You proved it when you were struggling with the mass man and me. You called us Blaze and Barney. You told us not to knife you. Let me out of here. Get back. Sit down. Let Bugs. Throw your handcuffs, Marcia. Right here. No, wait. Let me talk. Bugs, listen to me. Bugs, let me talk to you. Leave you alone, Caswell, and listen to me. Fortunately, smoky Joe is going to get well. So you and your pals are spared the rope at the hangman. We can't convict you of your pharma crimes, but you may be sure you'll get the limit of the law for arson and attempted murder. I don't have a lot of ground to cover, Marcia. Blaze and Barney are right outside this window where we left them. You need no help to take them to jail. You needn't worry about me. I'll see that the people in Larrabee get a fair deal, all right? Yes, Barnaby. I know you will. Howdy-oast. He was a trick. That's what it was. That's right, Caswell. And the trap caught the rat. Why, if something happens every time when things are handled by the Lone Ranger... A copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Trandall 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.