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Not plain coyote meat, no coyote and cream cheese! Tune in again for those thrilling days of yesteryear, the Lone Stranger eats again! With his faithful Indian companion toto, the daring and resourceful mask 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 out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the Great Horse Silver! The Lone Ranger rides again! Come on, tell me, let's go, be close! I am Silver! Follow me! Dr. Frank Rockford approached a small farmhouse in the foothills, several miles inland from Eagle Pass, Texas. Oh, oh there, he's here! He stood a moment waiting as his ten-year-old daughter Sally ran to meet him. Did you bring me something from town? No, Sally, not this time. Maybe next time, honey, you run along and play. I have to talk to your mother. All right, Daddy. I think I didn't expect you back from Milton so soon. I didn't stay married. I don't know how long I'll be able to go on like this. I know how you must feel, dear. Sometimes I wonder if running away was the thing to do. No one in this territory knows I'm a doctor. They think of me as a small farmer. By now they must know I'm not a very good farmer from the little I managed to make. Hey, I saw a handbill in front of the Marshall's office this morning. It said, wanted on suspicion of murder Dr. Rockford. Clean, shaven, medium-height blue eyes. But no one would recognize you with that heavy beard and with the different name. Perhaps not. There was a shock reading that handbill. And even though we've convinced Sally our name is now Frankfurt and that I'm a farmer, I'm always afraid you may run into somebody and make a slip. Frank, we know you didn't kill anyone. The facts were against me, Mary. I couldn't stay in Kansas City and face a trial. I almost wish you had, Frank. We can raise enough here to feed us, but our savings are gone and we'll not be able to meet the payments on the farm. I know how worried you are, but maybe if you gave yourself up... No. No, I can't do it. I'll manage somehow as long as you stick by me. I'll go work. That afternoon, the lone ranger and his Indian companion, Toto, headed south toward Eagle Pass on the Rio Grande. As they approached the entrance to the doctor's farm, Toto pointed and spoke. Look. Look, Kimo Sally. A little girl near a trail. And there's a small dog in the ground. The dog seems to be hurt. We'll stop a moment. Hello. Hello there, little girl. What's the matter with your dog? Easy, Toto. Easy, Toto. Don't be afraid. Is your dog hurt? No. I'm playing doctor. But rags won't lie still. All right, rags. You can get up now. Hmm, where did you get that doctor's bag? That's not a toy. Oh, no. It's real. I found it in Daddy's closet. May I look at it? Sure. Here. Thanks. Oh, is your father a doctor? He's a farmer. He told me so. What's your name, little girl? Sally Frankford. Oh, there's a car good inside the bag. Dr. Frank Rockford. The doctor must have left this with your father. I don't know. I found it in the closet. Well, I'm sure your father wouldn't want you to use these instruments, Sally. Perhaps you better take the bag back and put it where you found it. Here. All right, mister. Is he a wild Indian? No, me plenty tame, Sally. Found it with my friends, Sally. Do you always wear a mask? Well, most of the time, but never mind the mask. Take the bag back before your father misses it. All right. Come on, red. Goodbye. Goodbye, Sally. Is he a big fella? He's got to be a big fella. A stranger farmer would have a doctor's kit in the house, Toto. All right, let's go. I want to reach Eagle Pass by sundown. Come on, Toto! By the time the masked man and Indian reach the outskirts of Eagle Pass and start to make camp, a steady rain was falling. Oh, Toto, is he a big fella? He's got to be a big fella. We'll build a lean-to, Toto, for Shelley. Uh-huh. Rain needed plenty much. It's been dry, long time. Yes, I hope it rains enough to do some good. Let's get busy, Toto. The long rangers' hope was not in vain. The rain continued to fall heavily for the next three days. The morning of the third day, Toto returned from a trip into town. Can we bring back hand-built in town, Kimusabi? Here, please. I'll lift him over. Hmm, one on the outlaw, takes Logan. Last we heard of him, he was at Muriel Paso. Not right. Here's one about an escaped prisoner thought to be in Stockton's territory. The third one is about a doctor from Kansas City. One is a murder suspect, Dr. Rockford. Toto, we'll go... Wait. The name Dr. Rockford was on a card in the medical kit we saw the little girl playing with a few days ago. That's right. Toto, the rain is letting up. We'll ride up the river trail first to the escape prison. Then we'll go back to that farm near Milton and have a talk with Sally's father. It's good idea. We'll leave right now. Perhaps by noon the rain will have stopped. All right, let's get the horses. Later as the two men rode up the Rio Grande trail, the rain stopped falling. The lone ranger was saying, Toto, the rain has stopped. I've noticed something. Huh? What that? The water in the Rio Grande seems to be rising steadily. I don't like it. It's still far down from top of banks. Yes, I know. But I remember a few years ago, after a prolonged rain, when the river fed by streams in the mountainous regions to the north reached flood proportions. Me remember. The terrain around Eagle Pass and on down from there is fairly flat. If the waters do rise enough to overflow the banks of the river, many lives will be endangered. Hold on. Hold on. Toto, I don't think the people there know what we're doing here. What we do? We'll go back and warn them before it's too late. Come on, say it. I'm not scouting. It was dusk when the lone ranger and Toto rode along a back street and stopped at the sheriff's office in Eagle Pass. The masked man identified himself to the sheriff, then convinced him that there was danger of a flood within a short time. The sheriff with a worried expression on his face asked, Great day, mister. What'll we do? What do you suggest? I suggest the women and children go to the higher ground in all available wagons. Then the men must build a dike of sandbags along the riverbank bordering the town. Above and below the town, the canyon walls are high enough to retain the floodwaters. Good idea. The riverbank is low only where it borders the town. The sandbag dikes should keep us from being flooded out. And someone should be sent to warn the people of Laredo. I'll send a deputy to warn them. Let's go talk to the folks down by the river. Right. Most of the men of town go along the riverbank, watching the turbulent waters. Ho, ho, ho. Ho, ho, ho. Hey, look. The sheriff with a mask man and engine. Now listen, everybody. These are friends. You can take my word for that. They came here to warn us of danger. What danger? I'll let the mask man tell you that. Listen to what he has to say. A man, man, there's no time to lose. The water will rise much higher. There's danger of a flood here in Eagle Pass from south of here, too. The rain stopped, mister. The water will be going down before long. Oh, you're wrong. The water will drain from the hills. The flood crest will come later, I'm sure of it. We must take the women and children to high ground, and build a levy of sandbags. We must act now, or it will be too late. Hey, look. Look up the river. Big wave moving down this way. The first flood crest, and it will be followed by a bigger one. Hurry, get the women and children out of town. Eagle Rock may soon be underwater. We will continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. A cloud of dust, a flash of light, and a hearty hyo morita. The lone stranger eats again. What you doing, stranger? I'm baking up these flaky rich morita brown and serve rolls, pronto. Them smelly good, but no can do over open fire. Why not? It's a unpackage to bake in medium oven. Well, I made a medium fire. Then it okay me, yes. That's right, pronto. These morita and rich brown and serve rolls bake up to a mouthwatering flaky rich golden brown. The perfect hot rolls for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, and they come freshly baked and piping hot from your fire in just six minutes. That's good for family with many papooses. No, pronto. The plural of papoose is papusai. Me may be no good in grammar, but you know good in making coffee. Well, you think it's easy chasing bandits all day than slaving over a hot fire at night? Dune in again for those thrilling days of yesteryear. The lone stranger eats again. I owe morita. Now to continue. The skepticism of the crowd vanished when I saw the threatening crest of water moving down toward them. The first crest passed, leaving the water lapping over the top of the riverbank. The lone ranger averted panic by putting the men to work evacuating the women and children and filling sandbags for a levy. A line of wagons left the town and headed toward the hills. The men who stayed behind worked practically to build a retaining wall of sandbags along the low section of the riverbank before the expected large blood crest arrived. A full moon shone brightly on the hardworking men as they toiled through the night. Mexicans from the small settlement of Piedras-Nagras streamed across the wooden bridge from the Mexican side of the river by wagon and burrow. Ford Morning, the lone ranger, spoke to the sheriff. Yeah, if the bridge better be closed, we've been lost in life. The water's washing over, it may go out. Yeah, I reckon you're right. I think most everybody who wanted to cross has come over. I'll notify the bridge guards. A short time later, one of the townsmen pointed to the bridge and shouted excitement. Hey, look, the bridge is taken like it's going to give way. And there's an old Mexican trying to walk across. He won't make it. He's clinging to the bridge rail. He'll get down to the bridge. That man needs help. Nobody can reach him, mister. That bridge is about to go out. I'll try to get to him. Wait, you can't make it. He said he'd be caught. Come on. Urging the great horse silver forward, the masked man quickly reached the shaky bridge. Easy, Silver, easy boy. The men along the riverbank watched tensely, as the lone ranger rode toward the center of the bridge, where the old Mexican panicked stricken, flung to the bridge railing. Hang on, I'll help you. Come on, Silver. A few moments later, he reached the old man's side. Oh, Silver, hello. I'll help you try it behind me. Now, hurry. Good as you say you're, but he's slow. Give me your hand. Don't give up here. The bridge soon it goes. You try to get a show before it does. Hang on tightly. Come on, Silver. Easy, big fellow. We must make it. Risking certain death, the lone ranger guided the great stallion, carefully back toward Eagle Pass. The crowd watched spellbound as rumble after rumble told of the imminent destruction of the wooden structure. Then, Justice Silver reached the end of the bridge. Oh, Silver, hello. Now, I'll help you down. There. Easy. Let me go. I'll be with you as soon as you save my life. Bye. Come here. I never thought you'd make it. If you'd been a minute later, great day. Look, a wall of water coming down the river. The flood crest. I hope and pray that levee holds. Keep back, everybody. The sandbags hailed as the flood crest passed, leaving the water level higher than ever. All that day, the men worked stopping leaks and strengthening the levee with more sandbags. The following morning, the waters were receding slowly. When one of the men who had gone to take the women and children to safety rode to find the sheriff. Sheriff, the epidemic of fever has broken out in the big temporary camp we made in the hills. What? We got to find a doctor. Only doctor I know is in Laredo, and they're likely having their own cobbles. Anyway, we couldn't get you to them there. What do you think we ought to do, mister? We'll go and do what we can for them, Sheriff. Of course, without proper medication, the situation may become desperate. Where is the camp located? About a mile from Milton. Back in the foothills. Let's go, Toto. I'll go with you. Easy, sir. Easy, Toto. Come on, sir! Later, as the three men passed the doctor's farm on the way to the camp near Milton. Easy, silver, easy. Come on, sir. He must be happy. Yes. There, where we see the little girl with dog. Another day. Her playing doctor. Yes, she had a doctor's kid. Where did she get a doctor's kid? She said it belonged to her father, a farmer. I didn't question her further, but I... Toto, you and the Sheriff right on. I'll join you later. And I may bring a doctor with me. I'm going to stop at that farmhouse. Come on, Toto! Get out there! Come on! A short time later, the lone ranger knocked on the door of the farmhouse. Mask, man. What? Please, uh, forget the mask. I've come to talk to you. A matter of life and death. Well, come in. Thank you. Who is it, Frank? I... Oh, mask, man. I don't be frightened. Why have you come here? To talk to you, Dr. Rockford. Doctor? He... Let me handle this, Mary. Mister, I don't know who you are. But my name is Frankford, and I'm a farmer. I saw your little girl playing with a doctor's bag a few days ago. The name Dr. Rockford was in it. I don't know where she'd get such a thing. She said it was yours. Also, I read a hand-bill about a Dr. Rockford. Frank Rockford of Kansas City. Middle-aged, clean-shaven. Of course it would be simple to grow that beard as a disguise. I don't know anything about Dr. Rockford. My name is Frankford. Oh? Well, I'm sorry to hear it. You've heard about the flood of course and about the people camping the hills near town? Yes. Yes, we saw the wagons passing and heard the awful news. An epidemic has broken out at their camp. Many may die, unless they have a doctor's help. Oh. I was hoping you are Dr. Rockford. I know all doctors take an oath to save lives. The situation is desperate. Frank, I... oh Frank, you must help them. You must. Then you are Dr. Rockford. Yes, yes I am. I left Kansas City because I was to be charged with a murder I didn't commit. A patient, a woman, died after an operation. Her husband threatened to kill me. He was found dead on the trail, I ambushed and a gun belonging to me was found nearby. Someone took it from my office. I didn't do it. I left town to avoid arrest. I understand. Would you come to the camp with me doctor? They need you very much. Yes, yes, I'll go. Later I'll give myself up to the authorities. I'll get my medical kit and we'll leave at once. The lone ranger and the doctor rode hurriedly to the temporary camp. Howdy mister, I've been waiting for you. Sheriff, I brought a doctor. Thank heaven. Glad to see you doc. Hello Sheriff, I'll get right to work. If there's anything I can do... I have a small amount of medicine to combat the fever, but I'll need much more. Doctor, I suggest you write down the name of the medicine you want. Then have the Sheriff go into Milton and telegraph San Antonio for a supply it can be sent by a special courier. You must get it here as soon as possible. Just write down what you want doc. I'm going to telegraph within half an hour. A doctor's limited supply barely lasted until the medicine arrived from San Antonio. The lone ranger under the doctor's directions helped to give medication to the stricken people and to relieve the suffering. For three days and nights they worked unceasingly with very little rest. Finally the doctor spoke encouragingly. Mister, I think I can safely say the situation is well in hand now. Good. You've done a wonderful job doctor. Oh, here comes the Sheriff. I think it's about time he learned the truth about me. Oh, oh there, oh, steady there. Well doctor, thanks to you things seem to be coming along fine. The folks sure are beholden to you and the mask man. Thanks Sheriff. There's something you ought to know. Oh, I got some news for you doc. News for me? Uh huh. The mask man believed in you. So I went into Milton last night and sent a telegram. Just got the answer. Here it is. Listen. Sheriff Fields, care of Milton office. Dr. Rockford no longer wanted by the law. Real murder apprehended. Signed Marshall Billings, Kansas City. And no longer a fugitive from justice? Nope, you're free to go your way doc. I don't know what to say. But now we'll give up the farmer and I'll practice again. I'm very happy for you doctor. I think the people of Eagle Pass like to have you settle there. They sure would. How about it doc? I'd like that. This is a wonderful country. Tuttle now leave now to trail and escape prisoner. Sheriff I'm sure you'll have plenty of willing hands to take care of things in Eagle Pass. Yep, thanks to you the water didn't do too much damage. As soon as possible we'll move these folks back to the hold. Good. Tuttle's waiting over there with our horses. We'll meet again doctor. Good bye. Sheriff I've met many men in my life. But he's the finest and most understanding I've ever met. Who is he? I thought you knew by this time doc. He's an hombre who always puts his country and other people first. Regardless of the risks. You see he's the lone ranger. Remember way back when when you were a kid growing up. You always found time to make a side trip to the little grocery store down the block. That's where you'd find the big display of Mickey snack cakes. Remember? Didn't it make you happy to pick up a devil delight and take a whiff? What a chocolatey smell. And remember the coconut sprinkled gym jams or the cream filled banana flips? Well today, marita bakeries still make the Mickey snack cakes you used to love as a kid. That's why Mickey snack cakes are called smile food. The bakers know they're spreading smiles and sunshine wherever Mickey snack cakes are sold. Find a little neighborhood grocery store today or a big modern supermarket. Look for the display of Mickey snack cakes. They're all there like you used to remember. The devil delights, the gym jams, the banana flips. Treat yourself to some fresh memories. Treat yourself to a Mickey snack cake. Have a smile on us. Listen to the lone ranger. As the lone ranger and caho rode away from a mission, the killers wanted to land agents wagon in a cahoot grove nearby, thus pointed with a sweep. There's the bell tower. And there's a light. It's in the Padre house. Hold, keep your pillow up, Salip. I don't know, but we can't wait for him to go to sleep. Well let's get down and do it. Padre Salip was deeply engrossed in reading the recovered manuscript. He had discovered that three pages were gone, freshly torn from the others, but he gave that mystery little thought so great was his interest in what remained. As he traced the faded writing with a finger, there was a lock on the door. The Padre looked down puzzled. Who is there? I'm a sick woman in my wedding. He needs your help. I'll be with you in just a moment. Grabbing scrap. I've got him. Let loose of me. Shut up or I'll let you have it with his knife. Listen to the lone ranger brought to you by special recording at this same time. The lone ranger, a copyrighted feature of the lone ranger incorporated, is produced by Trenville Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the lone ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Foy.