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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! A young cowhand sat in his cell in the jail at Bolino City, Kansas. His head was bowed and resting on his hands. He had less than a day left to live. For it was early evening, and he was scheduled to die at dawn. He could hear carpenters outside completing work on the gallows. And then he heard the sheriff speak his name. Harry? Even Sheriff Gale. Sorry you've had to listen to the hammering all day. I still can't believe I'll hang a date break. I'm innocent, I didn't kill Mark Mason. You admitted making threats against Mason, and you admitted being with him when he was shot. Oh, yes. You were shot twice. And your gun had two empty shells in it when you were captured. I'll explain that, Sheriff. Mason was a miser and a skin fin, he owed me money. I was at his place trying to collect when some masked men showed up. I know, you've claimed there was a holdup. You shot twice at the Owl Hoots before you made a getaway on your horse. That's the truth. Mason was robbed, wasn't he? Everyone knew he hoarded money, but none of it could be found in this house around me. Harry, I didn't aim to rehash that crime. I have some news for you. News. Simon Fenton claims to have found evidence to prove your innocence. I told you I was innocent. Well, I've got to be shown. At any rate, Fenton got busy on the telegraph. He sent word to the governor, to Judge Harvey, who presided at your trial, and to me. Judge Harvey will be here when Fenton arrives. He'll look over the evidence, the authority from the governor to act as he sees fit. What is the evidence? I don't know. I've told you all I know about the situation. Chef, what if something happens to keep Simon Fenton from getting here before... before sunrise? Harry, there's nothing I can do. You mean, I mean, unless Judge Harvey rules otherwise after seeing what your lawyer has to offer, I'm under orders to carry out the execution schedule. At that moment in the early evening with the sun low on the horizon, the Lone Ranger and Tonto who had been riding cross-country to meet the Lone Ranger's nephew, Dan Reed, turned their horses onto the stage trail between Greenville and Bolino City. Very good, Tonto. Good job. We've ridden through a lot of thorny brushwood, Tonto. I want to see if Silver had any scratches. Ah, me, take a look at Scout. Silver has one scratch, quite deep. Oh, Scout, not hurt. I have some antiseptic in this saddlebag. Sorry, Silver, that we had to cross such a rough country. He must have been... Listen, sound like two horses. Yes, coming from the south. Ah, when riders reach Hilltop, then see us, see masks. May we ask plenty questions? We'll have to meet them, Tonto. There's no place to hide. This may hurt a little, fella. Tonto, holding Silver's rider, saw two men appear on the crest of the hill a short distance away. One of the horsemen wore a stovepipe hat and a frock coat. The other had a star pin to his vest, and a heavy coat holstered on his thigh. Come on, Cummins. As the Lone Ranger finished applying the antiseptic to Silver's leg, the two riders bought their horses in a sudden halt. Look out for that! A masked man! Howlhoots! You two belong to Luke Barrow's gang. For all I know, you might be Luke himself. Simon dismount and take their guns. Take that man's mask, too. But Marshall, I'm not armed! As the frock-coated man hesitated, Silver realizing that the Marshall's gun meant danger lunge forward. Silver bumped the Lone Ranger's horse, throwing the Marshall off-balling, and waited for the Lone Ranger to leap out and rip his gun arm. But why you hold that gun? Simon, give me a hand! You stay back! Don't shoot me in the air! Why you... The bullet went harmlessly into the air, but the sound of the explosion coupled with a confusion panicked Simon Fenton's horse. Then bolted north. Back to one of the nearest branches, and I'll make you pay for this. Come on, let's get it! You'll have to shoot me in the back to stop me! The Ranger watched the Marshall ride south until he was out of sight beyond the hill. Then the masked man looked in the opposite direction. Yeah, the man's out of sight. I hope he brought the runaway horse under control. Him loose top hat. Those men thought we were members of the Luke Barrel's gang. I wonder why. They often carry papers inside their stovepipe hats. It's a good way to carry documents without folding them. Here, paper. The papers included copies of telegrams. Newspaper clippings. Signed documents. And several pages written by a lawyer. After studying them carefully, the masked man said, Hello. Lawyer Simon Fenton was taking these documents to Bolino City. A man's life depends on them. Who's life? A man named Harry Holmes. At daybreak tomorrow, he'll hang for a murder unless there's legal action. Me, here to him, him killed father named Mason. No, he didn't kill Mason. Among these papers, there's a deathbed confession made by Cleve Collins, a member of Luke Barrel's gang. Collins was fatally wounded at a cafe brawling Greenville. In confess murder? He admitted taking part in it. He named Luke Barrel as the actual killer and implicated two other men. But that's not all. Here's a note to Collins. It's signed by Luke Barrel's. It asks Collins to join in the Mason job. No, me, sir, why Marshall think we Barrel's men? Yes. If Barrel knows of these documents, he'll surely try to get hold of them. What we do? We try to overtake the lawyer easy. Waited an ambush among the shrubs and rocks that lined the trail on Signal Hill, several miles farther north. Looking over the top of a boulder, Luke Barrel said, someone's coming. Simon second? Yeah. All right, let's go. But if you'll just spare my life and let me go. Hey, here's a watch. I have some cash. Leave it. I have nothing else worth stealing. Looks like he's telling the truth. I am. I've already met two crooks. Yes. I'm sure the crooks were after some papers I had in my hat. They stopped the Marshall and me a few miles south of here. Was the Marshall with you? Yes. I don't know what happened to him. My horse bolted. I escaped. But I lost my hat and the important papers. Nothing in his saddlebags. Who were the crooks that stopped you? I don't know. But I'm sure they were members of the Bows gang. When I got my horse under control, I kept going. I didn't dare return to meet those crooks. I must get on the bullino city. Without those papers? Yes. Yes. Perhaps if I tell what happened, how I lost them, I can get a stay of execution. Tell us more about the crooks who stopped you. One was tall, strong-looking, and wore a mask. His partner's an Indian named Tondo. Tondo? Did the masked man ride a white horse? Yes. Was Tondo riding a paint? That's right. Are they clenches that call us the lone ranger? The lone ranger? I've heard of him. He's no crook. We had trouble with him once before. He couldn't have intended to rob me. Wait. You remember after those papers. You must be... Look, Bows. That's right, Fenton. Oh, no, no. Now, the lone ranger is sure to see those papers. You know how important they are. No doubt of that. Chances are he'll try to return them to this lawyer. That means he'll ride this way to overtake Fenton. Come on, Fenton. But why? I need your help in getting the lone ranger. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. That sailor Sam is the smartest boy. Whoever shouted ship a high, he can weather any storm that blows. Nourishing because they're made from oats, with minerals, vitamins, and proteins that your body needs. Yes, indeed. A bowl of Cheerios and milk really starts your day off right. Does all sorts of good things for your body. Helps you have strong bones and muscles, good red blood, and healthy nerves. So every morning, take on a bowl of Cheerios and milk for real go power. You like that wonderful toasted oat flavor too. Downright delicious. Come to think of it, Cheerios is one of the tastiest muscle building foods you can eat. Try Cheerios and you'll hear... One who facing guns in the hands of killers. Simon Fenton trembled and was fearful as he sat on the ground behind the big boulder near the stage trail. While Lon watched over the top of the boulder, Luke Barrow said... I'm gonna give you a chance to save your neck, Fenton. Why? You do as I say or we'll gun you. What do you want me to do? When the Lone Ranger and Tonto come into view, you step out onto the road. Hold up your hand. They'll see you and stop. That'll give us a chance to get an easy shot at them. You're going to kill the Lone Ranger and Tonto. That's right. We got a lot of grudges to square with them. They're coming. Good. I don't want to help kill. Would you rather have a bullet between your eyes? No, no, no, don't shoot. You help us. We'll give you a horse and let you go. How do I know you'll keep your word? You don't. But your only chance is to trust me. Now go on, stand in the middle of the road and raise your hand in a signal to halt. Crooks watch the lawyer walk slowly toward the oncoming Lone Ranger and Tonto. Then suddenly Fenton started to run and shouted... They're taking cover behind the brush across the road. Change of gunfire, filled as well as with the outlaws by the rocks and brush bordering the stage trail. Then Luke Barrow said... Those men can stay out of our sight across the road and make their way to the top of the hill. From there, they can fire down at us. What do we do? Get out while there's a chance these boulders are big enough to cover us while we ride away. What about those papers we got again? Will you get them? We get clear of here. We'll set a trap for the masked man at the Rapido River. Come on, let's go. There's come off the side of the outlaws. But the Lone Ranger and Tonto heard them riding away and later saw them in the distance when they were out of gunshot. We chase them, keep them coming. Not now, Tonto. First we must see if we can help Fenton. It was twilight when the wounded lawyer who had been placed on a blanket at the side of the road opened his eyes. Oh, look. Oh, you're the Lone Ranger. Those crooks, barrows, and his pals meant to kill you. You saved our lives, Fenton. They shot me. Yes. You're not seriously wounded. You were struck on the shoulder when you've dressed your wounds. Why, I don't count. There's a man, Harry Holmes, in Bolino City. Yes, we know about him. We read your documents. Those documents must reach the sheriff. I must deliver them. I'll deliver the documents. Tonto will remain here with you until the marshal arrives. Oh, here's the marshal's gun. I'll leave it with you. But my hat. Here's your hat. I have the documents in the saddlebag. Yes, look south. Men come this way and color and lead look like marshal. Yes, he is the marshal. No need me. Stay here now. Me ride with you. Good. Marshal's sure to see you here. Yeah, I'll tell him you're the Lone Ranger. Thanks. Go on, Tonto. Very Lone Ranger. A man's life depends on you. His life closed in and the moon rose. The Lone Ranger and Tonto maintained a steady pace. Marshal! It's the point on the stage route where a covered bridge spammed the Rapido River. With their horses hidden on the north bank of the river, they waked in the darkness some 20 feet inside the bridge. Luke, you sure that masked man will have to cross this bridge to reach Bolino City? Sure, he's got to cross the river. This is the only bridge. He'll be along. I'm just hoping the engine will be with him so we can gun him both. We can't miss him this time, right? We'll see him as soon as they ride around the bandit castle rock. The moonlight will be full on him as they approach the bridge. Scout and Silver maintained their fast pace along the moonlit stage trail. Presently, the masked man said, Oh, there's Castle Rock. Can you see it? That's where the road turns. The bridge is only about 50 yards beyond the turn. I'm sure we'll make Bolino City in time. That's good. Come on, Tonto! Silver walks the towering rock. Silver unaccountably sensed the nearness of peril. He may have caught the scent of the outlaw's horses, blinded him of the ambush that had nearly killed his master a few hours earlier. He halted abruptly. Oh, Silver! Why, you stop here, Kimusabi. Silver stopped with his old accord. What matter? I don't know, Tonto. What is it, big fella? A mac-black danger near. Yes. He'd look it down. Maybe those outlaws are nearby. He said he'd be cool. Let's leave the horses here and see what's around the bend. The men advanced on foot to the big boulder known as Castle Rock and saw the covered bridge about 50 yards away. Tonto, that bridge would make a good place for an ambush. Ah, easy for men to hide inside. I wonder if Barrow and his pals are there and we're in the fire and see what happens. Ah, surprise! The ashes inside the bridge. Yes, we've met the enemy again. What do we do now? Keep them busy. See them? It's hard to get them. Stay here, Tonto. Keep firing, but don't expose yourself. What you do? I'm going to swim across the river and get behind those crooks. Tonto removed his half-boots and gun belt and tied them to his saddle. He wrapped one gun in waterproof material. Then, while Tonto's gunfire held the outlaw's attention, he made his way on scene to a point on the riverbank downstream from the bridge. There, he plunged into the water. All right. Inside the tunnel, the crooks lay flat on their stomachs, changing their positions each time they fired at Tonto's gun flashes. This is a standoff. Keep firing. A lot of the shop might get them. I wonder how the zombies knew we were here. I don't know. We don't even know if there's a long ranger in Tonto. No, but we're sure of one thing. No one's going to cross this bridge. A long ranger entered the north end of the tunnel-like bridge and moved ahead silently as a shadow. The flashes of the crooks' guns and as his eyes became accustomed to the darkness made out the forms of the three men. He aimed carefully at the gun of one of the men and fired. Oh, hey! Dr. Gunn! Hey! How old and turning! Oh, shoot! Oh, my God! Don't shoot me! One more gun play! No, no! He spent the night praying and hoping for the miracle that would save him from unjust death at sunrise. Through the small high window of his cell, he saw the sky grow lighter. Stars disappeared as dawn crept over the horizon. Morning, Harry. Oh, hello, Sheriff. My lawyer arrived? No. Come on out, Harry. We'll go across the street to my office. Judge Harvey wants to talk to you. He wants to apologize for the miscarriage of justice before he sets you free. Sets me free? Yep. But you said Finn didn't ride? No, but his papers arrived just a little while ago. And the men who brought him brought Luke Barrows and his two pals. They're the ones who really killed Mark Mason. I can't believe this. Tell me the truth. Hey, Sheriff. Who brought the papers to free me? You see that man over there standing beside the white horse? Yeah? He brought him. He and the ingenuze with him. But, Sheriff, that man's wearing a mask. That's right. Well, whoever he is, Sheriff, he's the answer to my prayers. 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