 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a party hyo silver, a lone ranger. Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. A cloud of dust, a flash of light, and a hearty hyo marita, the lone stranger, heaps again. Reach, and get away from my cache of silver bullets. Ronto, you're the one who's been taking my silver bullets? No, me just trading silver bullets for golden rich marita sandwich bread. What? Well, it's better than the warm form. I know, but you've got to stop taking my silver bullets for my six guns and putting in marita. Me, sorry. Sorry. Today I fired at a bandit and hit him with a bologna sandwich. He didn't get away. No, I caught him when he stopped for mustard. Not caught. So was the sandwich. All sandwiches taste better on marita. All right, Ronto. Here's your marita sandwich bread. Now enter your pockets, faithful Indian companion. Do it again for those thrilling days of yesteryear. The lone stranger eats again. I owe marita away! With his faithful Indian companion total, the garing and resourceful mask rider 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 war silver. The lone ranger rides again. I owe marita away! Let's go, people! I owe marita away! I owe marita away! Mark Pierce, owner of a freight and stage line out of Pekos, Texas, stopped in front of an old shack in limestone canyon, a few miles from town. Popping a large Cuban cigar, he strolled to the front door and pushed it open. He stood a moment looking at the three tough-looking men who sat playing cards. Then he spoke. Smokey, I'll have another job for you in Blakie and Al tomorrow afternoon. What is it this time morning? My stagecoach is bringing 10,000 in new bills to the Pekos Bank. I want you men to get it. Have a less robbed your own freight and stage line sure is profitable. I do out of business if it weren't for what we take, Smokey. You men have no kick. You get your share. The sheriff is still hunting us because of the shipment we stole from your freight line last week, boss. Don't worry about the sheriff. He's about ready to give up the search. The cigar's about finished. Last one I have with me, too. Sure a fancy band on those cigars. What kind are they? Carmarina cigars. Get them all away from Havana. Better throw this on the heart. Any particular place you think we ought to stop a stage? Well, Rock Valley's a good place. Be careful with your bullets. Drivers and guards are hard to get. We won't wail unless we have to. All right, now cover your trail back here. Tomorrow night I'll come out here for the loot. I'll keep it in my safe till the excitement dies down and we'll split it. I'll see you later. So long. Bye, young boss. The following day, Dan Reed, nephew of the Lone Ranger, was returning to Pecos by stage after visiting a friend some distance away. As the stage rumbled along the trail through Rock Valley, Dan was suddenly startled by gunshots. We must stop those coming. There must be a hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. I got you. Come and get out. All right. I'm not armed. Leave while I search you. There it is. Only a few dollars. All right. Get back in. Thanks. All right, David. Throw down the cash box and be quick about it. From inside the coach, Dan studied the three outlaws closely for a moment. Then Smokey called out. All right, David. Get going. Hit him. Hit him. When the stage reached town, Dan went to the livery stable and got his horse, Vicki. A short time later, he arrived at a camp in the nearby hills where the lone ranger and Toto waited to greet him. Hold on. Hold on. He's a bastard. Dan told the masked man and Toto about the holdup, saying that he noticed a strange gray dust on the outlaws' boots. The lone ranger and Toto rode to the place where the holdup took place. Later, they returned to camp. Any luck? No, Dan. A sheriff in a posh he arrived there before us, who covered any tracks the outlaws may have left. It will soon be dark, so there's little use for searching the hills now. We'll hunt for them in the morning. The following morning, while the lone ranger and potter continued the search for the three outlaws, Dan Reed rolled to town for supplies. After dismounting at the hitch rack, Dan was walking past the sheriff's office toward the store, where a cold from the doorway. Hey there, son. Come here a minute. All right, Sheriff. Come inside. I should look at some hand bills. Here, look at these over. Maybe you might just recognize one of the outlaws you saw yesterday. Sorry, Sheriff, but I don't recognize any of these faces. It was just a thought I had. Look, there on the floor, somebody dropped a ring. That's bad. Looks like a finger ring, all right, but it's just a circle of fancy paper with gold on it. Came off one of the cigars Mr. Pierce, the freight line owner, smokes. Well, for a moment I thought it was a ring. La Marina. Yeah, mighty expensive cigars. He's the only one smokes them in town, has them sent in special from Cuba. I'm not a judge. I don't smoke. Sorry, I couldn't get anything from the hand bills. That's all right. Goodbye, son. Bye, sir. As Dan approached the general store, Smokey came out carrying a small bundle of supplies and went to his horse at the hitch-rack. Dan's attention was suddenly drawn to the man's boots. The lower part of each boot was covered with a layer of gray dust. Gray dust on his boots. Just like the dust on the outlaw's boots. I'll follow him and see where he goes. Is he like this heavy? Come on, Victor. Then, using the knowledge he'd gained from the long ranger and carroll, quailed Smokey without attracting the outlaw's attention. But as he approached the entrance to Limestone Canyon... Falcon reach, I got you covered. Ho, ho, Victor, ho, ho, ho. Get up, get up, come on. Ho, ho, there, ho. I was watching in case somebody followed Smokey. Good thing I wasn't. Yeah, you're the young fellow who was on the stage yesterday. That's right. Victor, I can't back you. Sneak and lavric was trailing you, Smokey. It's a good thing you were on guard. He's the unbrave who was passing you on the stage yesterday. Yeah, I recognize him right off. I don't know how he spotted you, though. Don't matter. It's his hard luck that you did. Shall I plug him? No, no, I'll take him to the shaggy. You wait here a while to see if anyone else was following. It's more to the shaggy. Ride into the canyon ahead of me. There are no tricks or I'll put a bullet in your back. Get gone. Come on. Get up. At your time later, Smokey shoved Dan ahead of him into the shack. Go ahead inside you. Who's that, Smokey? The young hombre who was riding the stage yesterday. He trailed me from town. Holy mackerel, I wonder why he trailed you. Most likely he recognized me in town. But I can't figure out how he did it. Let's speak up you. How come you're following me out here? You've been smart to clean your boots after the stage robbery. That great dust made me suspicious. So that's it. Now that you're here we can't let you get away. You think you're smart, don't you? Sit down. Dan was tied to the chair, then gagged. After inspecting the knots to make certain they were secure. Smokey, is that it? Yeah, that'll hold him. Guess you'll be mighty sorry he picked up my trail. Maybe we ought to drill him and dump his body in the river. I agree. But the boss might find out and be sore about it. When wait until he tells us what to do with his snooper. Knowing the boss, I'll say this young man will be dead before morning. We'll continue our lone reign to re-venture in just a moment. A cloud of dust, a flash of light, and a hearty hyalurita. The lone stranger eats again. Well Pronto, ever been to a picnic before? That little bighorn. That was no picnic, maybe not for cavalry. Why is the lone stranger in Pronto? Hello ma'am. Hello. Can I get you boys some Rita enriched hot dog and hamburger buns? Much obliged ma'am. There you are. How come there no hot dog or hamburger in these buns? Maybe they're vegetarians. Why goodness gracious, no. Think we just love the baked, wirelessly fresh taste so much? We never put anything in our marita hot dog and hamburger buns. Well, they're very delicious. Thank you and goodbye ma'am. Oh my, he handed me a silver bullet. He takes that. Indian giver. Dune in again for those thrilling days of yesteryear. The lone stranger eats again. I owe marita. All right. Then we'd captured by the three outlaws and tied and gagged in the shack. Realized that unless he found a way to get help, he had little chance of surviving. After a short time, Blinky came to the shack and the three men played cards. Then after eating lunch, Smoky said, Blinky, I will ride to town to see the boss out. You stand guard at the entrance to the canyon until we get back in. Do they get safely that fella here alone? Sure, he's tied good and gagged. Don't worry, he'll be here when we get back in. Let's go. Then waited until the three cooks were gone. Then he looked around in hopes of finding some means to loosen his buns. As he glanced through the side window, he saw his horse Victor tied to a sapling a short distance away. By using his toes, he managed to inch the chair across the floor to the window, which was closed. Finally he reached the window and found that his head came above the window sill. He maneuvered the chair until the back of his head rested against the window pane. Gritting his teeth, he bent his head forward, then brought it back with a smashing blow against the glass. Just regarding the small cut on the back of his head, Dan managed to turn the chair sideways. Then he faced the open window and saw that Victor was looking his way. The intelligent white horse saw his young master with a gag tied to his mouth. After you, Dan needed help and tried to get loose by bucking and pulling on the line that held into the sapling. Unable to break it, Victor took it into his mouth and began gnawing. Within a short time, the rope potted. With a loud snort, Victor potted toward the broken window. Dan turned his head and leaned back. For a moment Victor nibbled at Dan's ear, then seemed to realize what he must do. He nibbled at the knot that held the gag. Finally the knot gave and the gag came loose. Good boy, Victor. Now come inside. Go to the door and come inside, Victor. Victor stood a moment as low puzzled and tentatively reached his head toward the broken window. No, Victor. No. You'll get cut by that broken glass. The door, Victor. The door. Come through the door. Victor pawed the ground, then raised his head and whinnied in understanding. He whirled and crotted around the corner of the shack. A moment later, Dan heard the click of the latch as Victor pressed down on it with his nose. Then the door was pushed open. That's fine, Victor. Get me a loose fella. Untimely boy. Victor, as well as Silver and Scout, had been clinging for just such emergencies. The intelligent horse found the knot that held his young master's hand. That's right, Victor. Keep trying, boy. After many attempts, Victor's strong teeth pulled apart the knot that held Dan's hands. Damn it. That's great, Victor. Now I'll untie my teeth. Within a short time, Dan got to his feet and was free once more. As he started toward the door, something glittered on the hearth. He stooped and picked it up. Cigar band. Not a cigar stump. La Marina. That's the brand the Freight Line owner smokes. He must have been here. I'll go find the Lone Ranger and Tonnell. They'll know what to do. Come along, Victor. Easy boy. Stay here. Now I'll go up through the far end of the canyon to avoid the guard. Come on, Victor. When Dan arrived at the camp, he found the Lone Ranger and Tonnell already there. He told them what had happened and showed them the cigar band. Then the Lone Ranger spoke. Then Lord Pierce must be in with those cooks. He may be the boss they spoke about. That's right. What we do, Kimazaki? Let me think a moment. This should do it. Potter, go back with Dan the way he came from the shack to avoid the guard. Tie and gag him again. Then hide nearby to make certain he isn't harmed. And what you do? I'll remove my mask and disguise my features. Then I'll go talk to Pierce. But before I do, I'll find the sheriff in a posse and tell them of my plans. You think Dan'd be all right? Yes, with you nearby to protect him. If things work out, we should be able to catch those three outlaws along with Lord Pierce. After identifying himself to the sheriff, the Lone Ranger related what Dan had discovered and told of his plan. Then he went to town and stopped in front of Mort Pierce's office. Well, stranger, what can I do for you? Howdy, Mr. Pierce. I just left the posse because I had to come back to town on business. But the sheriff asked me to tell you they have a line on the outlaws. He thought you might like to know. How sure is he? I mean, has the posse found their hideout? Well, not yet. But they found tracks they know of those of the cooks. And the sheriff figures you find the hideout and that was in an hour or so. Just a matter of following their trail now. Those ombres are mighty clever covering their tracks. Maybe the sheriff will lose the trail again. Nope. I'm sure it's only a matter of time before they move in on those kiles. Reckon that's mighty good news for you. Yeah, yeah, sure. Thanks for the information, stranger. Glad to give it to you. Goodbye, Mr. Pierce. Bye. The Lone Ranger mounted and rode to the edge of town where he waited in a stand of trees. Soon he saw Mort Pierce and drove the trail on horseback. There he goes. Now we're following big fella. Come on, sir. Mort, disturbed by the news and wishing to reach the shack to warn his men, rode at top speed. At the entrance to the canyon, he called to Al to join him. Then the two men rode on to the shack. Oh, holy moly. I just got back from your office. I just found out the sheriff and his posse have a line on this place. You have to leave here right away. What about the young ombre we got tied up here? Shoot him and hide his body in a thicket. We can't take any chances now. Funny thing. When we came in a short time ago, we found him still here. But that window's broken. It sure is a mystery. Forget that. Maybe it was already broken and you didn't notice it. All right, Smokey, you take your gun and drill that snooper. All right, boys. Smokey drilled his gun and stood a short distance behind Dan Reed. But before he could pull the trigger... Hey, what's that? Hey, red skinnet. I went out to him. Dr. Guns, all of you. Oh, my hand! Hey, that's the stranger who came to my office. Use your gun now. Hold it, please. My men are covering all of you from the windows. Keep them covered, Sheriff. I'll take your gun. Quickly, the lone ranger took the outlaw's guns, then took the gag from Dan's mouth and untied him. There you are, Dan. Sorry I had you take the risk. Well, that's all right, sir. I knew Tana was watching. And the crooks didn't suspect that I'd left here and come back. Let them came back. They don't serve me. That gives you something to think about. Sheriff, now you have proof that Mark Pierce is the leader of this small gang. That's right, sir. He gave the order to have me killed and then told the men to leave before the sheriff found the hideout. Young Maverick's lying. I came out this way to join the plaza and accidentally found this hideout. These crooks got the drop on me. They would have killed me along with the young men. You can't walk out on us. You planned to hold up and told us to kill the young hombre. He's lying. In fact, you'll find the loot in his office safe, still in the cash box. That's right. Mort's trying to get out of this with a whole skin. But we're not going to let him get away with it. Don't worry. We'll take him in with the rest of you. When we get to town, we'll get the evidence from his safe. I don't know how this happened. You can thank the tall stranger for getting online on your Pierce. The credit really goes to Dan. He was sharp enough to realize Mort Pierce was the leader when he found a cigar ban here in this shack. What? It's a fancy La Marina ban, like the one he found in your office, Sheriff. Cigar ban. I say now, that young fella's going to turn into a muddy clever lawman someday. I hope so, Sheriff. My wallet they stole is in the table drawer. Good. Yep, here's the wallet. I'll hold it as evidence. Mort, you and those fancy cigars. Find me to you turned out to be a little young maverick like him, out with you. Oh, shut up. I am up, men. Then we'll take him back to Pekas. I'm sure you and your men will be able to finish the job, Sheriff. So we'll leave now. Adios. Goodbye, Mr. We should have finished off that young smart aleck when we first caught him. Well, he's a smart aleck, all right. And Don said, smarter than all that you put together. Yeah, I reckon he learned what he knows from his friend, the mask man. What? Mask man. What mask man? The tall stranger usually wears a mask, but he used a disguise to fool you this time. 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