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There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Everybody do your Wheaties, and you do, you do, you do, and okay, okay. 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. Come out of the past, come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse, Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver. Let's go, people. I am Silver. Hold on. The Lone Ranger and Toto were heading west toward the town of Jasper in northern Texas to see their old friend, Marshall Tom Shannon, when they saw a rider approaching, drawing his steps and low to conceal his mask. The Lone Ranger eyed the oncoming horseman closely. Toto, Marshall Shannon, you're in. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Marshall Shannon. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Oh, my son. What great saints alive. Toto, how are you? And you, mister? Fine, Marshall. I haven't seen you two since we rounded up Spider Wilson's gang three years ago. We were on our way to town to ask if you've heard anything about Dolby Dodge and his killers. Heard about them? Why, Doggornet, mister, I'm trailing a couple of his rattlers right now. What? Yep, two of his men robbed the cattleman's bank in town an hour ago. These are their tracks. Oh, tracks. Easy to read. Yeah. You might have passed the skunks. Well, until a few minutes ago we've been riding through the hills to avoid being seen. Ah. We angled down to trail short distance back. Then you haven't seen the critters, eh? No, but we'll join the search for them. Oh, good. I hope you'd say that. All we've got to do is stay with these tracks. Then let's go. Good. Come on. For some time, the man hunting trio rolled in silence, gradually reducing the outlaws' lead. As they approached open country, Marshall Shannon pointed to distant riders. There are the fellas we want. The masked man nodded grimly. Come on. The gallant stallion responded with a mighty burst of speed, pulling away from scout and Marshall Shannon's wiry bay. Slowly and relentlessly, the distance between the lone ranger and the fleeing outlaw shortened. That's it, soldier. Come on, big fella. Faster, soldier. Faster. A scar-faced killer named Nevada, and a swathe skinned gun swinger known as Halfpine, turned in their saddles to look at the oncoming rider. Halfpine's boy shrilled with panic. He's after us, Nevada. Get him. From the saddle? You jughead, we can't hear him. I told you, you'd miss. We should have hidden the hills instead of heading for the hideout. That chance mashed, Captain. What? He's talking to us. Masking on, Mask. He's after us. Nevada fired again. We can't hit him unless we stop to take aim. We'll stop when we reach those rocks ahead. They'll cover us. Get at that. Come on. Get out there. The lone ranger guessed their plan, slowing Silver to a halt seconds before the outlaws reached the giant-sized boulders. He fired from the saddle. A Silver bullet struck Nevada's arm. No, no, no. Gasping with pain, the wounded killer drew rain behind the protecting rock. No, no, no. Come here. Use your left hand to fire. Show yourself to fire. We'll blow your heads off. Go down your guns and come out with your hands up. Two of them out there now. Three of us have you covered, so you might as well give up. Three to two. They're in the open. We might be able to get a lucky shot at him, but we'll try it. With one arm useless, Nevada's face twisted with pain as he risked showing himself to fire. But before he could pull the trigger, the lone ranger's colk roared. The bullet smashed Nevada's gun as Marshall Shannon and Half Pine fired at each other. The undersized gunslinger fell to the ground badly wounded as his shot went wild. Realizing the hopelessness of their position, Nevada shot it. Hold your fire, I give up. What about your partner? He's hurt. You come out with your hands up. All right. You keep him covered, Marshall. I'll get his friend. Go ahead, mister. My right arm's hurt. Now stop the bullet. Be no more gunplay unless you try a fast move. Tie his hands, tonneau, and we'll take care of his wound. Me, savvy. What about his pal, mister? He's badly hurt. A few minutes later, the outlaw's wounds were bandaged. Realizing the seriousness of his injuries, Half Pine whimpered. I'll die. There's a doctor in town, isn't there, Marshall? Yeah, Doc Burgess will be able to do something for him. Did you recover the money? They stole it from the bank. It was in their saddlebags. Good. Marshall, how do you know these fellas belong to Dodge Gang? I wouldn't have known it, tonneau, if I hadn't gotten handbills describing them a few days ago. The Scarface Critter's got a tattoo on his gunhand. Isn't that right? It was a dead giveaway. They're wanted for half a dozen mergers and robberies. I'll die if I don't get help. We'll take it to town. And you have a lot of questions to answer. To avoid curiosity about his mask, the Lone Ranger waited in the hills outside of town, while Tonto and the Marshalls stopped at Dr. John Burgess's house with the prisoners, leaving half-point in the physician's care. The woman took Nevada to jail. You're behind bars to stay, Nevada. I've got friends to get me out. Your friends will soon be right where you are, now that the Lone Ranger's after the gang. The Lone Ranger? Yeah. So that's who that mask man is? He and Tonto will find the gang, but you might save him some time in trouble by telling where Dodge and his killers are hiding. I'm no squealer. No, well maybe your friend is. Half-point won't talk. I'll soon know whether he will or not. With a deputy on guard at the jail, Marshall Shannon returned to Dr. Burgess's one-story three-room house. The doctor met him at the door. Tonto's with the prisoner, Marshall. How is he? I've done all I can for him for the time being. He stopped a couple of bullets. I know. I fired him. The dog gone near killed him. I had to drop him, Doc. He and his pal would have killed Tonto, the Lone Ranger and me. Well, I'll do my best to pull him through. You think he'll make it? He has a 50-50 chance. I'd like to ask him a few questions. All right, but I don't guarantee that he'll be able to answer them. Come on, Marshall. I hope he'll tell me where to find Adobe Dodge's hideout. Don't count on him being able to tell you much of anything right now. He's on the cot there in the bedroom. Thanks, Doc. How do you feel, Halfpint? I'm mighty tired. I'm sorry you're wounded so bad. If you hadn't gunned me first, I'd have gotten you, Marshall. So I reckon you had no choice. I want to give you a chance to help yourself, Halfpint. How can I help myself? Tell me where to find that Adobe Dodge and the rest of his gang and the law might be lenient with you. I've been thinking that over, Marshall. This Redskin was talking to me. About what? Turning state's evidence. But what he said makes a lot of sense. Good work, Toto. I know I might not get out of here alive, so I reckon I'd better score things. I've never done any real killing, Marshall, except in self-defense. That's for a jury to decide, Halfpint. The Adobe and the rest of the boys, they're different. Every one of them is a killer. I know. I'll tell you where to find them. Where are they, Halfpint? They're holed up in a dog-gone good eye. Yes? That's enough, Marshall. Just a minute, Doc. He's going to tell me where I'm not going to tell you anything. He moves consciousness. Yes. He's gone it. A week, Doc. If he just stayed conscious a few minutes longer. Just a few seconds. All we can do from now on is wait. Me, go tell him, Halfpint, ready to talk. While Doc Burgess kept watch at Halfpint's side, Toto hurried to report to the Lone Ranger. The masked man listened attentively to the Indians' account of what had happened in town. Too bad he lost consciousness before he named the hideout. Doc not know how long he'll stay unconscious. What about the killer named Nevada? Will he talk? Marshall say no. Then we'll have to wait for Halfpint to regain consciousness. That's right. You better go back to town, Toto. Stay with him until he tells where the gang is hiding. And where may he meet you? I'll be in the hills at the campsite we've used before. Meet Sammy. They'll go after Doc and his killers as soon as we learn where to find the hideout. I'll see you later. That's right. Marshall! Meanwhile, in town, Marshall Shannon had gone to the jail, hoping to go to Nevada into telling where to find the hideout. He stood outside the killer's cell, grinning derisively. Your pal Halfpint's a lot smarter than you are, Nevada. He's gonna save his neck by telling all he knows about Adobe Dodge and the gang. You're lying. Oh, it's gospel truth. The poor critter was all set to talk when he lost consciousness. I hope he never comes to... He'll come to, all right. We'll get all the information we want from him. If I'd known that I'd have killed a double-crossed rat. Of course, if you want to save your skin, Nevada, my offer still stands. What offer? Turn state's evidence in the gang. And I'll do my best to see that you get life instead of a hanging sentence. You're only chance of escaping the gallows. Don't be a jughead. You're one and half a dozen places for murder. I'm not talking! I'll get another chance. Get out of here, Marshal! Leave me alone! Sure, I'll leave you alone. Good luck, Marshal. He won't talk, Slim. I didn't think he would. I'm going back to Doc's place. You stay here and keep an eye on the prisoner. All right. Shortly after 7 o'clock that evening, Marshal Shannon left Docs to go home for supper, unaware of the fact that the Lone Ranger was on his way to town under cover of darkness to share the watch at Halfpint's bedside. As the masked man drew rain at the back door of Doc's house, the sound of a muffled cry reached his ears. The buildings on both sides of Doc's place were dark. That cry might have come from the jail. Moving silently, the Lone Ranger strode toward the lighted jail five doors away. As he approached the building, the back door opened. The Lone Ranger stepped back around the corner of a darkened general store. From his place of concealment, he saw Nevada leave the jail. A jailbreak. With a quick look up and down the dark alley, the outlaw hurried to a nearby stable. A few moments later, Nevada led a horse from the stable, swung to its back and raced out of town. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. 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Inside the jail, the mask man found the deputy tied and gagged. As soon as the gag was removed, the wide-eyed lawman gasped. Boy, you're messed. I'm a friend of Marshal Shannon's. Only one mask man's a friend of the Marshals. That's the lone ranger. That's right. I saw Nevada leave here. And you let him go? He took a horse and left town. Well, you should have stopped him. He may be on his way to dodge his hideout. I'm going after him. Alice, you're free. You better find the Marshal. Tell him what happened. I'll leave a trail. He'll have no trouble following. Oh, so that's it. Ask the Marshal to organize a posse and follow me. I savvy your scheme, mister. All right, I'll see you later. You bet. I'll go after the Marshal right away. As the lone ranger followed Nevada's trail from town, the deputy ran to Doc's house. Marshal, Marshal Shannon. Don't go on your hide. Slim, quiet down. I'm doing my best to save this man's life, even if he isn't. Oh, sorry. Doc, where's Marshal Shannon? He's not here. You can go home. Meet Semper. Then I'll head for his place. Well, what's so important? Did the crook in jail talk? He got away. What? He busted out of jail. The lone ranger's on his trail now. I gotta tell the Marshal to run up a posse. The lone ranger's trail crook. That's what he said, Tonto. I didn't know the lone ranger was in town. He not know it, Doc. Torn between his desire to join the lone ranger or stay with the unconscious outlaw, Tonto stood by the uncurtained window, uncertainly. A few minutes later, Marshal Shannon and six townsmen rode by on their way out of town. Tonto returned to the sick room, and the crook was taking the patient's pulse. Me, stay here, Doc. If it's all right with you. Doc, I'm glad to have you stay, Tonto. His pulse is a little stronger. He seems to be resting easier now. Not good. Maybe him wake up soon. Tell where find Hyda. Get him! Get him! Come on, get him! Unaware that he was being followed, Nevada raced the stolen horse across the plains and through the hills in a southwesternly direction. It was well after midnight when he reached Big Bear Hills. Presently, he approached a narrow gap. A heavily armed killer named Cheeto called... Ho, ho, ho, ho! If your hand's away from your gun... It's all right, Cheeto. It's me, Nevada. Come on, get up. Come on. Where is Halfpine? What happened you come here in such a hurry? Plenty happened. Oh, ho, ho. Easy. Now, wait until Toby hears about it. Oh, he's in the shack. He turned in toward three hours again. Now, wake him. I will go with you or maybe... Come on. Get up. Come on. Where's the hobo? After passing through the gap, Nevada drew rain a few minutes later near a large one-room shack. As he dismounted, Cheeto approached on foot. Looks like all the boys have turned in. They'd better pack the gear and start traveling. Life's a lander while I wake, Toby. I will take care of the land. Toby. Hey, Toby! Wake up, will you? I've got bad news. Nevada. What's the excitement? Where's Halfpine? I left the snake in Jasper. No, we've got light. It's better, no? Yeah, it's fine, Cheeto. Halfpine's in Jasper? That's right, Toby. Marshall Shannon kept this when we tried to get away with $10,000 of the bank's money. How'd you get free? I busted out of jail to warn you fellas about Halfpine. He's gonna talk. Talk? Yeah. He's hurt so that Marshall took him to the docks house in town. He lost consciousness before he could tell where to find this place. But he'll tell everything when he comes to. As Nevada explained the situation to Adobe, the lone ranger reached the unguarded gap. Through the opening, he saw the lighted shack some distance away, guiding Silver to the shelter of nearby trees. He left the mighty horse ground hitched, then moved silently toward the building. Adobe Dodgers course features were distorted with rage. As he cursed Halfpine, the other two members of the gang awakened. The killers, named Ransom and Speed, soon learned the reason for the gang leader's anger. Why that dirty run-sized squealer? Why didn't you gun him before you left town, Nevada? That's what I'd like to know. I had never gotten out of town alive if I tried it. I figured the best thing for me to do was come here and warn you fellas. We'd better clear off before Marshall Shannon comes after us at Adobe. Shannon won't come alone either. He'll have the lone ranger with him. The maskman's been looking for you a long time, Toby. He helped the Marshall get Halfpine and me. So the lone ranger's after me. He'll get you unless you move fast. All right. Loot for my last few robberies under the floor. Let the boards get it out, boys. We'll be set to travel less than an hour. Hey, boss, listen. Rider, sir. Head in this way. I'll bet it's Marshall Shannon and the lone ranger. I'm already here. Hey, the window. The lone ranger's coats were in his hands as Nevada drew the gun he had taken from the deputy. Get out! A silver bullet struck his arm. I'll kill you! I'll kill you! Adobe's weapon was smashed as it cleared leather and Cheeto staggered back dropping the gun he had drawn as he fell with a bullet in the shoulder. Speed and ransom hesitated. Their hands on the butts of their holstered guns. Go, or get your hands up. No, no, no. Don't shoot. A threat of twin coats was too much for the killers. Slowly they raised their hands to shoulder level while Adobe reached for the gun Cheeto had dropped. As his fingers closed on the ivory handle, the lone ranger fired again. Adobe screamed as a silver bullet burned his knuckles. Have you gotten to this mic, mister? It's all over, Marshall Shannon. I'll keep them covered from here. Are you going inside to take over? Right. Come on, Slim. You two hank-peat-clamp. Great galloping grasshoppers look at them, Marshall. All five of them are lined up. Nevada, you dirty jailbreak and skulk. I've got a score to settle with you. Wait, the law's got a score to settle with all of them, Slim. Tie their hands behind them. We'll take care of the ones who are wounded. Hank-peat, you keep them covered. That takes care of Dodge and his killers, Marshall. Thanks to you, mister. Slim told me you followed Nevada. He warned the gang that you were coming for them. Tell them where you come from. When we come from town, have plain talk. Tell where plain hideout. Nevada led your mask pal here, tunnel. The whole bunch you're ready for the trip to town. That's good. I heard Adobe say the loot from several robberies is hidden beneath the floor of this shark. We'll look for it before we leave. And there's nothing more for us to do. I'm much obliged to you for helping get this gang. Oh, sure. That's what I always say every time our paths cross. I hope they cross again soon, Marshall. So long and thanks. Goodbye, channel. Critics are all tied, Marshall. As soon as we collect the loot that's hidden here, we'll be all set to start for town, Slim. You mean there's loot hidden in this place, too? Gone, I didn't think we'd recover any of the loot these cooks stole. You never know what to expect, Slim. When you work with a Lone Ranger, 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 Foy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.