 The Lone Ranger! A 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. Hello! Full Indian companion, Toto. A daring and resourceful mass writer 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 all 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! Come on, Silver! For travel, his saddlebags held provisions and he carried gold and cash enough for the long trip from the southern part of Texas to Galveston. With the last look at his comfortable cabin, Pete touched his spurs to his horse's flanks. Come on, get up! Come on! We've one stop to make blacky before we leave these parts. Come on! Come on! Pete traveled steadily for half an hour. Then, as he approached a small cabin belonging to a widow named Peggy Wilson, he removed his battered hat and smoothed his bushy red hair. Oh, a dog going black here. I wish I could get up nerve enough to ask her to marry me. Hi, there, Pete! Hello, Joey! The widow's son, Joey, ran from the cabin to hail the young prospector. Oh, oh, oh, blacky, oh, boy. How are you, Joey? Fine, Pete. Is your mom busy? Busy. Come on in. Easy steady, boy. Thanks. I wanted to stop to say goodbye. Goodbye. Yeah, I'm going to Galveston. What about your claim? I'm not pulling stakes for keeps. I'm just going to pick up and pay for machinery that'll help me get the gold out of the claim faster. Oh, how long will you be gone, Pete? Well, maybe a month. Yeah, but Dan read it. I'll be worried about you two while I'm gone. Oh, we'll be all right, Pete. Of course, we'll miss you. Well, I... I'm a dog gone and I... Why don't you marry me, Peg? My gold claims a mighty good one. I could take care of you and Joey in first-rate style. Gosh, if mom married you, you'd be my dad, wouldn't you? That's right, Joey. I think I'd like that, Mom. It'd be great to have a dad. How about it, Peg? I can't give you an answer now, Pete. I'd have to think it over. How long will that take? Well, when you get back from Galveston, I'll tell you what I've decided. But that's a month from now. Well, that'll give me plenty of time to make up my mind. Well, I reckon I'll have to wait till then to know. You waited a long time to ask me, Pete. Another month shouldn't make any difference. I hope you have a good trip. Thanks. Stop and see us as soon as you get back, Pete. That's your will, partner. Good luck and goodbye. So long. And take care of this. What about it, Speed? The edge is plenty sharp, Spider. All we've got to do now is get that guard to stay in close to the cell door. I hope we can do it. Start moaning and groaning like you're sick enough to die. Yeah, all right. Oh, oh, I'm sick. I think I'm dying. Oh, Speed. Speed, I need a doctor. I'm all full sick. Hank Parris, the middle-aged guard on duty, came to the cell to investigate Spider Randall's crimes. Quiet down, you. You wouldn't be quiet if you fell as sick as he does. What is it? How do I know? He's complaining all evening. He didn't feel good. Now I reckon he's voice. Oh, I'm dying. You better get a doctor here, Prado guard. I don't want to wake Doc Ellis at this hour of the night, unless that critter's really sick. I'll stand back from the door, Speed. What you can see? Get back there while I open this. I'll take a look at Randall myself. Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea. As he stepped back from the bar door, Speed suppressed a please smile. This was even easier than trying to force the guard to unlock the door. The unsuspecting guard entered the dimly lit cell and moved toward the bunk where Spider lay. Before he reached it, Speed lunged forward. Grab him, Speed! What the... This knife's homemade, but it's sharp enough to cut your throat so freeze. Why you... Take his gun, Speed. I got it. Good. Don't try to help her. Help her make a fast move. Use his hand just to gag him, Spider. Yeah. Well, use strips of the mattress cover to tie his hands and feet. A few minutes later, Speed unlocked the door, leading from the prison to the yard. You don't need horses to get away from here, Speed. We'll go to the stable, take the guard on duty by surprise, steal a couple of critters and leave by the back gate. The back gate's locked. I know, but the stable guard has a key to open it. The yard clear? Yeah. Stay out of the moonlight. Stick close to the side of the buildings of the guards on the wall. Can't see us. High savvy. The shadow covers it. Right. We'll watch our chance to make a run for the stable. Come on. Quickly but cautiously, the two convicts crept along the side of the prison until they reached the lantern lit stable. Through the open door, they saw the guard on duty. His back's tortuous. Looks like he's repaired our harness. We'll have to move careful. I'll go first. Holding the gun he had taken from the prison guard, Speed Royal approached the busy stableman as silently as a shadow. Without warning, he brought his gun down hard on the man's head. He's out cold-speed. Never knew what he had to do. All the better for us. Now we get the pick of the stable. Before we get hoisted, I'm going to change clothes with this fellow. Well, I'll take his gun. Too bad we didn't think of changing clothes with a guard we left in our cell. Then we'd both be rid of these prisoners. I never thought of that. That's too late now to go back. You wait here while I go take care of the guard at the back gate. It took Speed but a few minutes to change clothes with the unconscious stableman. Then he tied and gagged him and left the stable. Carefully and silently, he approached the gate in the dark shadow of the prison wall until he reached the dozing guard standing near it. Before the man could collect himself, Speed brought his gun down in a hard blow. The guard fell to the ground unconscious. When Speed returned to the stable, Spider had two fine-looking horses ready to travel. The guard at the back gate tied and gagged Spider, and I took the key to unlock the gate. Come on, let's go. Yeah, come on. Oh, I can hardly believe our luck, Speed. We're not out of here yet, but we soon will be. Oh, whoa, whoa. And that does it, Spider. The gate's open. Steady, easy there. Let's go. Come on, get him. Get him. Early the next morning, the lone ranger and tonto rode through the hills toward the prison, where the mask man planned to see his old friend, Gordon Paul Simmons. They were less than five miles south of the prison walls when they heard riders approaching. As the lone ranger signaled a halt, a searching party from the prison came into view. Hank Parris, the guard, was in the lead. At the sight of the mask man and tonto, Hank and the men with him drew rain. Don't try a fast move. Get covered. Covered and outnumbered. That's right. Keep your hands high. We're not outlaws. He's right, boys. Mostly at guns. Put that mask. Mask or no mask. He's visited the warden a half a dozen times at the prison. He and the engine are friends of the warden. Friends. Thanks. Don't thank me. I'm in too much trouble now to risk losing my job for capturing the warden's friends. You're in trouble. Up to my ears, a couple of crooks named Speed Royal and Spider Rand will trick me into opening the cell door last night. They tied and gagged Hank and came to the stable, slugged, tied and gagged me, stole two horses and bamboos. Speed Royal. He's a no good killer. We know. We helped capture him. You helped capture him? I heard that the lone ranger was... Great sakes alive. Now I know who you are, Mr. You're the lone ranger. Why, sure. Yes. How long has Speed Royal been free? Since about midnight. These are his tracks. I'll tell him I'll join the search. Well, that's the best news I've heard yet. With all of us looking for him, we ought to be sure to recapture those crooks. All right, let's go, boys. Get up there. Come on. Come on. Come on. For several hours, the trail was clear and easy to follow. Then the tracks led into a stream. The searching potty drew rain. Now we'll scatter and try to pick up the tracks where they come out of the stream. Get up there. Come on, Toto. We'll cross to the other side of the stream. Come on, Toto. Come on, Toto. Come on. The masked man and Toto were some distance from the other searchers when the Indians signalled a halt. Hold on, Toto. Hold on. Hold on. He swung from the saddle and examined the rocky ground beside the creek. What is it, Toto? Here, a place where crooks leave streams. Good work. Easy, Toto. Easy, Toto. Trail head south from here. All right, we'll follow it. You want me? Go back? Tell me. Can we find crooks' tracks? They'll find the tracks soon themselves. They'll keep up their speed in his pal. Ah, he's savvy. Come on, Toto. Come on, Toto. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Now to continue. Half a day's travel from Eyeglass Creek. Pete Barrow had drawn rain to prepare a like midday meal when he heard horsemen approaching. Too late, he saw Spiders' prison garb and the drawn gun in Speed Royal's hand. Oh, oh, oh. Don't try me, Toto. Just keep your hands high and you won't get hurt. What do you have to do? Change your clothes and whatever cash you're carrying. Take his gun, Spiders. Yeah, sure. Before Spiders could take the weapon, Pete snatched it from the hostage. Now you chug head. Oh! Oh! Dusk was falling when the lone ranger and Toto saw a man in prison garb riding toward them. The masked man and Indian grew rain. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, fella. There one convict, you must have been. That man's hurt, Toto. You right. I'll stop his horse. I'll stop his horse. Come on, Silver. Come on, Silver. Oh, there, fella. Oh, easy, easy. Easy, Silver. Easy, Silver. Oh, yeah. You're a mess. Yes, but I'm not an outlaw. All right. Look out for him, hubby. Him fall. I have him. All right. I'm weak. Steady. Easy. You must hubby. This fella not Speed Royal or Spider Randall. All right. I'm not a convict. I could have wore these clothes. Sit down here while we examine your wound. Yeah. Now, who shot you? Two fellas rode up to my fire. One of them was wearing these clothes. He said he wanted to change clothes with me. So that's it. I went for my gun and his partner let me have it. Bring my medical supplies and a canteen. Will you, Toto? Uh-huh. Here you go. A few minutes later, Pete's wounded shoulder was bandaged with clean gauze. Toto offered the wounded prospector a canteen. He said, Toto offered the wounded prospector a canteen. Here. Here, Walter. Oh, thanks, engine. I'm feeling a lot better than I did when you found me. Are you strong enough to travel? Yeah, but in this outfit, I'm likely to be shot on site as an escape convict. That's right. My guns are gone. I can't defend myself. Toto and I are after the men who robbed you. If you're able to keep pace with us, you're welcome to come along. Oh, that settles it. I'll travel with you. Don't worry. I'll keep up with you. All right. Having gone without sleep the night before and traveled hard all day long, the escape convicts were heavy-eyed with fatigue when they sighted the lighted windows of Mrs. Wilson's cabin ahead. We might be able to get fresh horses at the place ahead, Pete. These critters had gone near war notes. So am I. I'd sure like to stop for a couple of hours' rest. I hate to risk stopping. We're two days' travel from the border. We've got to stop somewhere and sleep. Well, we'll think about that after we get fresh horses. Go rain. Go rain. I'll go talk to the fellow owns this place. You keep me covered, but don't show your gun. We don't want to rouse suspicion. Aye, sir. Anyone home? We want to talk about swapping a couple of horses. Mrs. Wilson opened the door and explained that she had no horses to trade. Speed asked a few more questions and rejoined his partner. A woman and a boy live here alone. They've got two horses, but the lady says the critters are old and slow. She might be lying. No, I don't think so. We've got to get fresh horses' speed. Ours can't go much farther. Yeah, what's wrong with resting them for the night here? What about us? We won't find a better place to rest. A woman and a youngster can't make any trouble for us. Maybe not. I'll go talk to the woman again. Mrs. Wilson was reluctant to let the two strangers stay, but Speed offered to pay well for food and a night shelter, so she agreed to let them sleep in the kitchen. They put their weary horses in the corral, then ate the meal she and Joey set before them. A few minutes later, they were sound asleep. Joey said, Mom, I'll bet anything those two are crooks. What, Joey? We don't know they're crooks. That shirt the bald-headed fells wear and looks like Pete's. Yes. Yes, it does. You must have stolen it. He might have bought the shirt in the same store Pete bought his. I still think they're crooks, Mom. I wish we hadn't let them in. I hated to refuse them food and shelter, son. They might have come to rob us. Maybe when we're asleep. Well, they'll get mighty little money from us, dear. But just to make sure they'll not harm us, we'll play a trick on them. A trick? We'll take the cartridges from their guns and gun belts. They're not wearing gun belts. Well, it'll make it easier for us. They'll be awful mad when they find out their guns are empty. They won't know they're empty unless they try to use them. Early the next morning, Joey was building up a fire in the big kitchen stove when speed and spider wakened. What's all the wreckage? We're getting breakfast ready. Oh, I slept like a log. So did I. The fire's all set, Mom. I'll bring in some more wood. All right, dear. If you men would like to wash before breakfast, where you'll... Hey, what's that? Sounds like riders. You might get more company for breakfast, Mom. I heard horsemen heading this way. Now look how to see what is. Hey. What's wrong, mister? Funny. Who is it, Speed? The Masked Man or Red Skinning? Mom, it's Pete. But... But he's wearing a convict suit. Well, Pete wearing convicts clothes. We're the Masked Man and an Indian. It's a lone ranger, Spider. What? That Masked Man captured me once, but he'll not get me again. I'll gun him down here and now. What the... Get him, Speed. I can't, my gun's empty. As Speed Royal grabbed for another gun, Peg Wilson seized Joey's hand and ran outside. And stiller, I'll kill you both. Come on, Joey. All right. Hey, guy, are you all right? Yes, but those two men... Get down, ma'am. You make a perfect target. We better stay close to the side of the building. But they... they can't shoot. We took the bullets from their guns. You what? Well, Joey told me they were crooks. So last night we took the bullets from the gun. Oh, that was mighty smart. I've got the bullets right here in my pocket. Do you have any other weapons in the house? Only a six-shooter, my husband known. It's in the drawer in my bedroom. I don't think they'll be able to find it fast enough to help them in. That's a good trick to use on crooks. Is there a back door to this cabin? Yes. They give them a chance to come out with their hands up. If they don't tato, I'll go in this door after them. You go around the back. Ah, me savvy. You might as well give up speed. With a nod to tato, the masked man headed for the front door, while the Indians started for the rear of the small cabin. Holding a gun in one hand, the lone ranger said, I'm coming after you, speed. The outlaw didn't answer, but a slight movement betrayed him, realizing the two convicts waited just inside the door. The masked man stood outside the open door, until he saw tato enter the room from the other side. You give hands up. It's the Indians. The escaped convict held pieces of firewood to use as clubs. Tato dodged a spider hurled his improvised weapon across the room. By mobile ranger sidestepped a vicious blow from speeds club. Before the killer could swing again, the masked man fired. A silver bullet grazed his hand, forcing him to drop the firewood. Now don't shoot. Please don't. Spider stood with his hands raised under the menace of tato's gun. I'll kill you. Your killing days are over, speed. You're going back to prison. Need keeping covered, Kimusabi? Good. I'll tie their hands. A few minutes later, spider again wore the prison clothes he had changed with Pete, and the young prospector was dressed in his own clothes. As the masked man and tato escorted the prisoners from the cabin, Pete counted the money he had recovered. Your horses are saddled and ready for the trip to prison. Every bit of my money's here, Mr. Glad to hear it, Pete. I am downright grateful to you and tato. We're grateful to you for helping us recapture those killers. All right, hit the saddle, speed. You too, spider. He's coming. He's coming. Get going, you two. All right. Come on. Come on. Come on. Oh, my. Dad, Raddard, Peg, you and Joey need a man to protect you. I reckon we do, Pete. And you've had plenty of time to think about what I asked you. Yes, I've had more than enough time to think. Pete, Joey and I... Well, we love and need you. Well, then you... you'll marry me? Yes. Oh, great day alive. I... Oh, Peg. Gavi, the lone ranger and tato didn't waste any time getting started with those crooks. What? The lone ranger? Is that who the masked man is? Those crooks told mom and me who he was. Didn't they, mom? That's right, son. Oh, thunderation, what a day this has been. I was robbed and shot, and you agreed to marry me, and I met the lone ranger. Ah, the good old days. Back when people were old-fashioned, and the things your grandmother used to bake were fresh and piping hot. Well, at the Merida bakeries, things haven't changed much over the years. Like Merida, old-fashioned enriched white bread. There's a seal on every loaf that says, Merida guarantees freshness, and is sold fresh through day shown on the twist tie. Maintain freshness by storing at room temperature. And when Merida says old-fashioned, it means it's made from a rich, old-fashioned recipe. And that means it's fresh. The idea of fresh anything, especially fresh bread, has been around for a long time. But folks forget what really old-fashioned freshness tastes like. That's why there's Merida. Merida enriched white bread. It has a freshness and taste that hasn't been around for a long time. That's a fresh idea that's very old-fashioned.