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It was early evening when Clarabel Hornblow excitedly entered the sheriff's office in Red Rock. Well, where is he? What's he in jail for this time? And how much is it going to cost to get him out? When I get that ordering, no good to do sports. No, no, Clarabel, take it easy. Take it easy, you say? Well, I had to stop getting supper and come all the way into town when I got the message from one of my hands that you were holding Thunder Martin in jail. Yes, that call hand of yours didn't tell you why Thunder's in jail, did he? No, but I can guess. Thought the clouds had busted some more mirrors in the cafe. Oh, wait a minute, Clarabel. This is serious. You see, Thunder's here this time for murder. I don't give a hoot what he's... What'd you say? He's in for murder. Murder? Now, look here, Thunder might be local and all that, but he ain't going to go kill anybody. That'll be for the court to decide, Clarabel. All I can say is it looks mighty bad for Thunder. Well, I just can't believe it. That you'd accuse Thunder, I mean, I just know he didn't do it. Want to see Thunder for a few minutes? No, just tell him I was here. And you tell him I'm going to get the only person I know who can help find the yellow pole cat who did the killing he's blamed for. I'm going to find the Lone Ranger. That same evening, Clarabel sent an urgent message to a pod ray at a mission not far away. The following afternoon, the Lone Ranger and Tato rode to the mission in response to smoke signals made by friendly Indians known to the pod ray. They learned of Thunder's difficulty and immediately started for the town of Red Rock, 20 miles away. Darkness had fallen when the two men arrived at the outskirts of Red Rock. They rode the back trail and stopped behind the jail. Easy, easy, easy. Let's go, Tato. Yes, what can I do? Wait, no mask on, Ray. Don't go, Charles. The game to see is under marketing. You can't see him. No mask on, Ray's going to come. Take it to his cell and hurry. Well, seen as how you got the drop on me, I reckon I'll have to. Come on. All right. Well, there he is. If you're a figure on helping him escape, Mr. Byron. I'm alive. Am I glad to see you. You're not the sheriff. Drop your arms and shake hands with the Lone Ranger. What? The Lone Ranger? So that's who you are. That's right. This is my friend, Tato. How? Sorry I had to pull guns on you, but you might not have waited for an explanation. May we talk to Thunder alone, Sheriff? Sure. He and Clarabella are friends of mine, too, but, well, Thunder's got a lot of evidence against him. I have to keep him here. Well, of course, Sheriff. That's your duty. I'll leave you now. Be in my office when you're ready to leave. Oh, thanks. You know, I'm a thick-headed fool for being in there's mask. But now that you and Tato are here, I'm not worried anymore. We're sure you didn't kill anyone, Thunder, but we must convince everyone else of your innocence. The only way to do that is to get the full story from you and then try to find out who did commit the murder. That's right. Well, you tell us all the facts as you remember them. Sure. It was this way. The other day, I was standing with a group of hombres in the cafe. They were jostling me about Clarabella. You and Clarabella have been sweet on each other for a long time now, Thunder. When are you going to pop the question? Well, now, so far, all I get from Clarabella is sour looks and a lot of bellowing. Well, if you call that being sweet on somebody or local, one of the fact is, Clarabella's a mighty fine woman. Even if she is a might rough and ready, we get along mighty well together when we're apart. Well, howdy, stranger. Step up and join us. Sure. Don't care if I do. The drink is on me. Well! Well, shut them up, bartender. You see, boys, this hombre knows the quickest way to make friends around me. He sure does. He's all right, eh, boy? You must have struck it rich, mister, to be throwing your money around like that. Don't just hold out my farm down the dry gout. I'm riding up to Pekas to take the train to St. Louis. Decided to pull up states, eh? Yeah. Got a good price for the farm. So I'm taking the money with me. Gonna set myself up in a little business back east. Hey, stranger, my name's Lucky Hilton. I run the gaming room here. What name do you go by, mister? My name's Jim Crain. Well, see, now, maybe you'd like to try a few of the games with some of your mother. Might be your lucky day. No, don't go in for gambling. Had the bank pay me with new $1,000 federal notes, so that I wouldn't break into them too easy. I already had enough small bills for expenses. All right, enjoy yourself, Crain. And if you change your mind, just come in the other room. All right, I'll do that. Well, sir, I stayed a while after the stranger left. Then after picking up some supplies at the general store, I rode out of town toward our ranch. After going a few miles, I saw a body on the trail. Whoa, there, whoa, whoa, whoa. Great jump in Jupiter. It's that stranger shot in the back. Let's see. He's done for all right. Some sneak and yell at Coyote Dragonstone before he had a chance to... Here comes a couple of hombres. Lucky they come along. Hey, come here! Hurry it up! Hey, I'm glad you come along. This hombres been Dragonstone. Wait a minute. He's caught your red-handed. Hold on, you've got things all wrong. I didn't kill him, I just come along. Take his gun, Biff. Biff, take this hombres. It's been shot along with this homely guerrilla of the town. Let's go. Well, that's where it was. When the sheriff looked at my gun, there was two bullets missing. I remember one of the hombres fired a couple of shots of the prairie dog coming back to town. I told the sheriff he must have used my gun for those shots, but they both said I was lying that those shots were fired at all. Where did the killing take place? About three miles out the north trail. There's a big gully to the left out there. Well, I'll be in so dear to my friend, I just knew you'd get here in a hurry, Mr. if you'd got my message. I'm so glad and relieved to see both of you. Hello, Clarabelle. We came as soon as we received your message, Clarabelle. Did Thunder tell you what happened? Yes, and knowing Thunder as we do, I'm sure he's been framed. Sheriff, what about the stranger's cash? It was missing, of course, and still is. Thunder didn't have it on him or any saddlebags. If we could only find that cash. I don't know how to do all we can to find it. Prove that Thunder didn't commit murder. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Foldback Bobby is a boy of nine. He can really hit that line. He's a star because he knows. 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I looked around for his horse and finally found it behind the jail. A white stat. What? A lone ranger. So he's here in town. Yeah, I figured that was him. If he does too much stupid work... Look, why don't Carl and I wait in the shed as near the Sheriff's office and gun him when he comes out? No, don't gun him here in town. Follow him. When he leaves and then plug him on the trail someplace. That'll be better. Right. See you, lady. The ranger and Tottle left the jail with Clarabel and started for her ranch to spend the night. As they rode the trail about a mile out of town, Tottle glanced back. Then spoke quickly. He must have it. He looked back. See two riders come over hill, right from trail into gully. We think them follow us. They go around the bend ahead and we get the drop on them if they come along the trail. Come on, Tottle. Come on, Tottle. Get up there. After rounding the bend, they pull to a halt behind some large boulders. Have your gun ready, Tottle? Yeah. They're coming along the trail now. Robert, wait. You're coming. Oh, boy. What's the idea? You may. Must be a holder. No. We're convinced you're following it. Why should we follow you? That's what I want to find out. You made a mistake, Mr. We not make mistakes. The lone ranger looked keenly at the two men whose faces were clearly seen in the bright moonlight. He quickly decided he'd learn more about them if he allowed them to escape. Unnoticed by the two men, he touched Silver with his heel, causing the intelligent horse to rear and bump slightly against Tottle's horse. Whoa, whoa, easy, Silver, easy. Let's get away from here, Tottle. Get up, get up. They're getting away. I wanted them to get away, Clarabel. Easy, Silver, easy. Easy, good work, Tottle. Let me see you, Thigmo Silver. Them right to Townsend Valley. We'll follow them and see where they go. They may have been connected with a murder. Hey, someone in town must have seen you leaving the Sheriff's Office. Figured you were the lone ranger and that you were investigating the murder. Yes, that's possible. All right, let's go. Move, move. Get up, Clare. When they reached the outskirts of Town, the masked man and Clarabel waited, while Tottle followed the hoof marks from there. Soon, Tottle returned to report. Who's got hoof marks? Get these copies. What did you find out about the hoof marks? Leave the cafe. They may have gone there to report to someone. I say we ought to go there right now and find out who those sneak and coyotes are. Accus them of killing the stranger. Oh, right now, the evidence is against Tunder, Clarabel. We can't accuse anyone without proof. But the trial starts in the morning. And from the looks of things, Tunder doesn't have much of a chance. We don't give up hope yet. Say, you think the sheriff would cooperate with us in a certain plan I have in mind? Why, sure. The sheriff likes Tunder. And he'd do all he could to help prove him innocent. Good. I don't want to be seen again in his office, Clarabel. I'll tell you what to say and you talk to the sheriff. Now, this is what I'd like him to do. After listening carefully to the lone ranger's instructions, Clarabel rolled to the sheriff's office and told him of the plan. Later that night, the cafe was crowded and everyone was discussing the murder and the coming trial. Tunder, Martin is rough and loud. But I say he's not a killer. Now, we saw it happen, didn't we, Carl? Sure. Martin's surely all right. It seems to me it's risky to wait for a trial. The sheriff is a friend of Martin's and might fix it so he can escape. I think we ought to make sure he pays for what he did. We could take him from the jail and settle this thing tonight. Hey, what's all the excitement here? What's going on? Carl and Biff are afraid Tunder, Martin might escape. They figure we ought to handle things our own way tonight. Now, quiet! Quiet, everybody! You better get him up that ideal right now. That's for you, Carl. You, Biff, keep your mouth shut. Law will take care of Tunder, Martin. They'll just forget about the mob taking the law into their own hands. What's that I heard about a mob? Oh, it's all right, Sheriff. Some of the boys got a little excited about the murder, that's all. I told them the law will take care of Tunder, Martin. There's plenty of evidence against him. Of course, the case would be really clinched if we found what he did with a cash and poke of gold it's missing. Cash and poke of gold? I met and talked with a stranger before he came into the cafe the day of the murder. He told me about selling property and getting paid in large bills he had in his wallet. He said he had the bank give him part payment in gold dust so he could show it to his folks back east. He carried it in leather poke. Gold dust, huh? Yup. Must have been worth considerable. Uh-huh. Let's hope it turns up. I don't think the crowd will start anything, Sheriff. After what I said to them, I'll give them refreshments on the house, take their minds off and kill them. Step up, everybody! Refreshments around the house! I think I changed their minds, Sheriff, maybe you'd better stay here and talk to them some more. All right, I'll do that. Refreshments around the house for everybody! Now, Biff, Carl, I want to talk to you too in the office. Come on. Outside in the shadows, the lone ranger and Toto had been watching through the side window of the cafe. As Biff and Carl went toward the back office with Lucky, Toto spoke. Them two brothers, who followed us on trail, then going into office with another brother. There you go, Stan. That's the back door, Toto. I think we might learn something. Come on. In his office, Lucky turned and faced Biff and Carl angrily. Sneaking pole cats? What happened to that pogo gold dust, a stranger carry? You gotta believe us, Lucky. All we found was a wallet we brought you. We even searched the saddle bags before thunder came along. That's right, Lucky. Carl's selling the truth. Crane didn't have any gold with him. You heard what the sheriff said. You two held out on me. Now speak up. Where'd that pogo go? Well, I said he wouldn't. Hey, what? There wasn't any gold. He looked a mess, man. He sneaked in the back door. He's got us covered. Well, grab your gun! Hold it! No! I'll move you through. Good work, mister. Well, Sheriff, our plan seems to have worked. Yep. We were listed just outside the office door. We could hear what was said. You can't prove anything on us. Keep them covered, mister. I'll search his desk. Why, here's a wallet in the bottom drawer. Oh, that... That's an old one of mine. Yeah? What about the initial stamped on the inside, J.C.? The victim's name was Jim Crane. We heard you meant admit you killed him. No, no, no. Wait a minute, Sheriff. I didn't have anything to do with it. Carl and Vic were in here last night. One of them left that wallet on my desk. I dropped it into a drawer. Oh, he's lying. Lucky planned the whole thing. He sent us to ambush and robbed Crane after he saw the cash in that wallet. And you fired two shots from his gun to make it look like he'd gun the stranger. Carl thought of that. We've heard enough, Sheriff. Lucky and these two men are responsible for the murder. I ought to tell Thunder what they did. Then put him into the cell with him one at a time before I release him. No, I know he's murderous. Thunder isn't a murderer, but he would give you both a beating you'd remember. However, he'll be satisfied with his release. Take these sneak and coyotes over to the jail, men. Later, Thunder Martin with Clarabel and the Sheriff entered the cafe while Thunder was immediately the center of the faction. Thunder! We all knew you were innocent. Well, thanks. It sure good to be out of that rat hole as Sheriff calls the jail. I'm as glad to have you out of there as you are to be free, Thunder. The Masked Man planned sure work. We found the new $1,000 federal notes in Lucky's safe and he broke the record. $1,000 federal notes in Lucky's safe and he broke down and confessed they were stolen from the stranger. So he still blames Carl and Biff. What about the poker gold dust? There wasn't any. I had my fingers crossed when I told about that. But it sure brought out the truth. I reckon you're relieved, Clarabel, to have Thunder's name cleared. I sure am. You think I wanted to look all over the territory for a new muse skinner? You mean that's all you worried about? Well, now I'd have felt bound to pay for your burial if you'd have been found guilty and hanged. Oh, come on home, you big long-haired. Those newles will be happy to see you back. Oh, now, Clarabel! Don't worry, Thunder. She was mighty upset when you were in jail. She's the one who sent for the ombre who brought the killers to life. The Lone Ranger. 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