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There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties plate. Keep body through your wheat. Then you'll see it's still in our faithful cage. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful masquerader 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 a thundering who speaks of the great horse Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Come on, Silver! Let's go, Silver! The fort was less than a mile outside of town when Kentrell decided to leave his horse at the livery stable. Todd walked out to the fort and, as soon as he had sketched his war record, the adjutant accepted his enlistment. The first sergeant showed him the barracks where he would flee and it was there that Todd saw his first familiar face. Hey, my son, it's Todd! Todd Cantrell! How are you, boy? Hello, Rick. What are you doing here? What does it look like? Back in the army. But why? I thought you were heading straight for your old Kentucky home and you're never going to leave the place again. My home had been burnt to the ground. During the war? No. Having after the war was over. A band of outlaws. What about your family? It was only my sister. They killed her. Oh, I'm sorry, Karen. Most of the crooks were caught. It was only their leader who got away. I decided to find them. I've been looking for over a year. Ever hear of anybody called Ace Hudman? No, I haven't. He may not be using his right name. He's big, weighs close to 200. Scarlet is cheap. Todd, when was he enlisted? Three months ago. Any ideas? No. Yes, you have. What do you think? Well, in a general way, Hawks answers the description. And it was about three months ago that he... What are you going to do? Take a look through this double. The letters. Jewelry. You might still have some that he stole. Jewelry? What kind of different things? I remember a ring my father used to wear. A coiled servant with emeralds for the iron. A diamond brooch had belonged to my mother. Pearl, darling. You may not find anything in there. No, you're right. What's a ring? He wears the ring. You mean a snake? Greenstone. What are you going to do? I don't know what I'm going to do. I'll think about it. The other men returned to the barracks. But the man called himself Hawks wasn't among them. The troopers retired for the night. The lamps were turned out and then his taps were sounding. The door of the barracks opened and the sergeant came in. He raised a lantern high above Hawks' empty cottage. Where is he? I don't know. Searched me. I guess the dark was right. What do you mean? We saw him heading out of town and I'd wear him civilian clothes. Reversed. The men discussed the news for a few minutes. But Todd said nothing. He waited until the barracks were silent and all the troops seemed to be sleeping. Then he threw aside his blankets and began to breath. And the clothes he had worn when he came to the fortress. Shortly after midnight Todd rode into the little town of Greenville. And nestled in the foothills about 20 miles west of the fortress. He dismounted in front of the only cafe. Tied his mount to the hitch rack and walked inside. He searched the line of men at the bar. Then started for one of them at the far end. A man who wore blue trousers with his buckskin shirt. It was the ring on his finger that had caught Todd's eye. You call yourself Hawks, don't you? What's that? It used to be Hudlin, didn't it? I don't know what you're talking about, mister. My name is cancer. That should be all the explanation you need. Where are you from? From Kentucky. Oh, it's all right then. I was afraid for a minute you were from the fortress. I am. You're not in uniform? No. When I heard that you deserted, I came after you. I don't get it. I never saw you before in my life. I didn't miss until this afternoon. I joined up because they told me you were in the pan. Because I was. What have I got to do with you? You killed my sister. You're local. I came to Kentucky. I've never been in Kentucky. And where'd you get that ring? Oh, so that's it. Hudlin's the man you are. I am not. My name is Hawks. I won this ring from Hudlin in a poker game. That was in Kansas City. Man, listen to me. Everyone in the crusade turned toward the door. The sheriff was standing there. And directly behind him were a masked man and an Indian. Look, a masked man. He's outlawed an Indian, too. This man is an outlaw. He's a friend of mine. You can forget about the mask. He rides a white horse called Silver. The Indian's name is Taddle. Do you need any more of an introduction? The lone ranger. Yes, the lone ranger. Come on, mister. Tell him what you told me. There's a raiding party. About 50 batches heading this way. If you want to save your town, get your rifles in plenty of ammunition, and follow me. The lone ranger directed the defense of the town. He posted most of the men at the western end closest to the hills, the most logical place for the attack. The Indians chose to circle the town. There would be time to change their positions. Tad, who had borrowed a rifle and ammunition, took his place close to the masked man. As he did so, a single horseman on a buckskin bronc reached up the dry creek bed away from the town and into the hills. Who was that? I know. He called himself Hulk. He's a deserter from the town. A deserter? The man of fact, so am I. But the only reason I'm deserter was to find him. What is he, uh, relegated? He's worse than me. No one worse than I am told to get his old people. Well, I'm sure now that his name is Ace Hudson. What if a murder in King Jeff? Maybe him go warn Apache. Tell them ready to fight. Could be, Taddo. Yes. They're only 50 Indians. They were depending on surprise. Nothing happens in the next few minutes. We'll know they've been warned. The minute stretched out, five, then ten, the lone ranger and the sheriff held the conference. It could be. Get hold north. Wait until late. I'll think we'll all go to bed. Taddo, I'll find out, Sheriff. How? Right into the hills. How did he get here? There's a moon, Taddo can read the signs. It's easy to tell if them turn round right back to camp. Look. What? Indians at the top of that rise. What? They're out of the way. They're not coming any closer. Yes, Hudson with them. That proves he's a renegade. Then right way, no. Mr. May I ride with you? Oh, what for? I have a personal statement. Hudson is wanted for the murder of my sister. If you do find them camp and I can take your word back to the force. We can use your help. The Colonel doesn't know me. Oh, what's your name? Todd Cantor. All right, get them out of Todd. We'll start right away. And so the lone ranger, Taddo and Tad, rode into the tangled hills. The Indian pony is unshot for the most part. Let's see traces in the hard ground. But Taddo found other signs. And by noon of the following day, the trail has led them to the opening of Glory Pass. There they drew rain. I'm right through here, Kimakabe. It's not good to follow them through pass. Too many chances for ambush, you mean. Not right. Glory pass's not good. But Taddo no trail over ridge. Down to Buffalo Basin and other side. If Raiden party go all the way through pass, across Basin, we pick up trail on other side ridge. A good idea. Lead the way. Get them out! Yeah, yeah! Half an hour later, they reached the top of the ridge. That's around to the Basin. They just mounted and crawled to the crest. Todd was unable to control it. Surprise. The little dogs won't catch much. A hundred and hundreds of them. I didn't realize there were so many. They'll take the whole regiment to handle them. The whole regiment. 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Now to continue. As the lone ranger, Topple and Todd Cantrell watched the Indian encampment from the top of the ridge. They made an accurate account of the renegade. Let me get finished nearly a thousand. I better get started for the fort. Do you think you'll have any trouble getting there now? After you get there. You said you were deserted. I figured a colonel would call it absent without leave when I get this information. There's only one thing. What's that? I haven't seen a hot them down there. Neither have I. Then I can forget my personal problems for a while. Well it comes to over one has to. Yeah, I'll be a good soul semester. What about you in Toronto with your state here? Yes, it'll be dark before you reach the fort. It'll be another six hours before the troops can reach here. You will face started right away. There's no telling what little dog will do in the next 12 hours. We'll keep an eye on him. Yeah, we couldn't have better scouts. Adios. Adios and good luck. What neither the lone ranger nor Todd could know was that Ace Hudlin had left the raiding party as they rode toward Buffalo Basin and had made a wide circle of Greenville through the hills. At six o'clock that evening he rode into the fort. It was at eleven o'clock that night that the lone ranger and Todd drew rain in the shadow of the stockade. Those of the lone scouts were steady. It sounded as if the Red Bulls were getting ready to move. Soldiers, see your mask. They'll not let you through gate. There are other ways of getting inside. They'll go over the wall. Standing in the saddle, the lone ranger jumped over the top of the stockade. He pulled in the help of them and dropped to the ground on the other side. He roached low in the shadows to get his bearings. His destination was the Colonel's quarters, but the building closest to him was the guardhouse. A lantern shone for one of the barred windows and he saw Todd Cantrell. The lone ranger pulled his hat low over his eyes and went to the cross the open space between the stockade and the guardhouse. What are you doing in there? I'm under arrest. The Colonel didn't believe your report. The Colonel got back here before I did. He told the Colonel he saw me and little dogs came here. I see. But he told the truth about where the camp is. I can't understand it. He told the truth about where the camp was. In Buffalo Basin. No longer there, Todd. Why? Just about dusk all of the Apaches began moving out of the basin into the pass. The regiment tried to go through there. They'll be massacred. But that's what they intended to do. A force smarts through the pass to catch the Apaches in the basin at dawn. You're sure? A friend of mine, Rick Colby told me he got it from Captain Walsh. It'll be suicide. The Colonel must be warned. Who's going to do that? He won't listen to me. I'll have to make him listen. We're in his living quarters. It's a fire under the parade ground. Next to the elderly room. All right, I'll see you later. The old ranger circled the stockade keeping close to the adobe walls until he reached the rear of the Colonel's quarters. They were dark. He caught a window. It was unlocked. He opened it and climbed inside. No sooner had his feet touched the floor than he heard the Colonel's voice jump outside the door that opened on the parade ground. You'll sound the same way in exactly 15 minutes. Quickly, the lone ranger circled the room. The Colonel opened the door and left it ajar as he started for the table to light the lamp. The lone ranger stepped between the Colonel and the door and closed it. What the? Who's there? Keep your voice down, Colonel. You're covered. Who are you? I'll explain that later. What's the meaning of this? You've just walked into a trap. The same sort of a trap that's waiting for you at Glory Pass. I'm calling the guard. All right, go ahead. Go ahead with your plans. Your regiment will be wiped out. I have positive information that little dog is camped in Buffalo Basin. The only way to reach there is through the pass. Your information isn't up to date. Will you listen to me? All right. Something about your voice. Yes, I'll listen. Five minutes later, all the troop commanders were summoned to the Colonel's quarters. There's been a change in marching on this, men. Only troops C under Captain Walsh will ride straight for Glory Pass. All of the troops will remain under my command. And our route will be across the river. George will be the most difficult assignment, Captain Walsh. But you'll have the assistance of a scout who'll meet you on the trail. A civilian scout, sir? The best there is in the West. You may have heard of him. The lone ranger. Oh, yes, of course. I apologize for suggestions in changing our plan of attack. I should give you every confidence in this ultimate success. Certainly does, sir. There's only one thing more. Captain Walsh? Yes, sir. Return Private Cantrell to duty. Arrest Private Hawks. Put him in irons and lock him in the guardhouse. Yes, sir. Troops C with Captain Walsh and the lone ranger riding at the head of the column. It's glory pass just before dawn. There they waited for the first light and rested their horses. The captain questioned the masked man. You're sure the Colonel and the others will have enough time to reach their position? Yes, Toronto knows every inch of the ground. I was taking our time. They should be on the other side of the ridge by now. Don't see any sign of the Apache yet. We won't until they're inside the pass. Chick-Wish bit my gratitude. The Colonel picked you a troop because he felt they were up to it. We all know what to expect and what to do. Every one of them. Well, it's light enough now. Ready? Yes. Troops! Prepare to mount! Mount! The troops rode into glory pass. The opening of the pass was half a mile behind them. When the First War troops pierced the morning air. Instantly the slopes were alive and hundreds of Indians were pouring down through the trees for the trail. The troops acted as a man without any command. In a second they appealed their march and were racing back to the entrance, shooting as they rode. Their speed was desperate for it was only speed that could keep them on their brains at the pursuing of Apache guns. But they rode no farther than the opening of the pass. From their shadows and put to any cover they could find. Trees, rocks! One part of their pass was completed. They had brought the Indians into the open. Now they must hold their attack. Hold them inside the pass. The cavalry carbines scattered by gaffling guns. Still the odds were so great against them that it would be impossible to hold the position for long. Todd Hanfield wounded from to the ground. His head and shoulders exposed to enemy fire. The load ranger left his own cover and braving the hail of lead pulled him back to safety. Todd. Yes, cut your scalp. Why still? It's time alright. Anything had gone wrong. We've done our part. They'll do theirs. But if they don't... You don't have to worry anymore. Here they come. The Colonel and the rest of the regiment had crossed the ridge and entered the pass from Buffalo Basin. Now they were queuing through the pass for the lone ranger and the gallant band at the eastern entrance. The Apaches were caught between two fires. At this point the walls of the pass were too steep for their horses. Once more they charged at the lone ranger and his men. Once more they were driven back. The troopers under the Colonel's command closed in from the rear and Little Dog caught in his own trap, cried for mercy. His renegade followers threw down their arms. A battle of glory passed with part of history. The regiment fiddled in Buffalo Basin and cared for its wounded. The Colonel stopped beside Todd Cantrell. Cantrell? I've been talking with one of the men of your troop. Your friend called me. Yes. Told me all about you and Ace Hudson. You may rest assured that Hudson will be sent back to Kentucky for trial. Yes. Now, it's for you. I understand that you enlisted only because you were looking for Hudson. That was true, sir. But I've changed my mind about a lot of things during the past two days. You have? Yes, sir. And I promised a master man I'd be a good soldier. Good. You'll get a chance to keep your promise. Thank you, sir. When you think of him, of what he's done for his country, well... I understand. Yes. A man doesn't like to break a promise he's made to the Lone Ranger. Here, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer. Your announcer, Fred Boyle. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.