 with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high of silver! The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor, General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the old cereal that's ready to eat, Benny Crocker mixes, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, the Lone Ranger! Sometimes you just don't realize what a good buddy one of your friends is until he's away for a while. Maybe he's home from school with a cold or something. You look at his empty desk in class and, gee, you really miss him. Well, here's something realized you can do for him. Take over a big, cheery, Benny Crocker yellow cake, the kind that says, hurry back soon, we think you're great. A cake like this, of course, just has to be perfect, and you can be sure it will be when it's made with Benny Crocker's yellow cake mix. Your mom will love to bake it, or you can be a chef and bake it yourself. Any guy can turn out a perfect cake with this mix. All the special things are right in the package. You just add water and two fresh eggs for a perfect cake every time you bake. Cake after cake after cake. It's guaranteed perfect by Benny Crocker of General Mills Minneapolis, and wait till he tastes that first slice. Mmm, a real he-man, every crumb's delectable, Benny Crocker yellow cake. Bake one. It's fun. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful Masked 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 willing days of yesteryear. From out of the past, come up wondering who speaks of the great horse, Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Come on, we'll see you there. Let's go, we'll see you there. A hard-paced man had made camp in a valley a hundred miles north of Santa Fe. He had been there for several days, marking time until the 15th of the month. And when that day arrived, he marked the passage of the hours till noon. Then he packed his gear, saddled his horse, mounted, and glanced frequently at his watch, while he rolled toward the telegraph office at a station called... Ho, ho, ho! With less than two minutes before 1 p.m. when he dismounted and entered the small building. Yo, mister, gotta send the telegram to the space rail right away. Sit down, mister. I'll be with you as soon as I finish copying these dispatches. Ah, one o'clock. It's right on time. The man who called himself a marshal left the telegraph office and rode away. His part in one of Scar Grayson's carefully planned raids was done. Tuttle, the friend of the lone ranger, was in Batesville when the message arrived. He saw the telegraph operator rush across the street, waving a piece of paper and shouting to Sheriff Bart Collier. The lawman had been sitting in the shade in front of his office. I've just got word that Scar Grayson's gang is heading to play. Scar Grayson. A mention of the outlaw's name brought a murmur from half a dozen men who had been lounging nearby. Give me that message. It's from Marshal Holley. Marshal Wild Bill Holley. I can read. Boys, Bill Holley's got some inside information. The Grayson wolf pack is heading this way to hide out in the last champ hills. That means we're going man-hiding. It means posse duty for every man in town who can ride a horse and pack a gun. But in 15 minutes, every able-bodied man in Batesville had assembled in front of the Sheriff's office, ready to ride north to meet Grayson and his outlaws before they could go into hiding in the hills. All ready, boys? Let's get going. The posse dashed away toward the north. The trouble watched them go. Then he stepped quickly between the buildings to the side of his paint horse, which had been left at ground hitch in the rear of the general store. Mouthing quickly, he rode away. Get him up! Out! In Batesville, there were left only women and children, and men too old to ride and shoot. Ten minutes after the posse had raced north out of Batesville, a band of horsemen came leisurely in from the south. The man riding these horsemen kept their hands close to their gun butts, and every man kept his eyes alert, looking for trouble. And at the head of the party, the outlaw, Scar Grayson, said briefly, Looks like Max did a good job sending that telegram to him. I bet there's not a man in town strong enough to lift a gun. All right, now let's go. A losing of Batesville was accomplished in short order, and the outlaws were gone, leaving several townspeople dead and wounded. A few miles to the west, Huffle was telling the Lone Ranger what he had seen and heard in town. The masked man quickly saddled silver as he listened to the story. Send me watch to Lohman right out of town. Then head north. Huffle, you said the message came from Marshall Holly? That's right. From the town of Betton? That's about 75 miles north of here. That's right. Something's wrong. What's the matter? I happen to know Marshall Holly's in Santa Fe. That's the town for here. That message might have been sent by one of Grayson's men. Why, to that? To get the share of all able-bodied men out of Batesville. That's how easy to attack. There go, there, see what's going on. Easy, easy, easy. Till the street was deserted, and the windows and buildings on both sides were shattered by gunfire. In the telegraph office, the Lone Ranger found the operator trying to bandage his own right arm. Let me finish that bandage for you. While he's left the Lone Ranger won the confidence of the telegraph operator, and learned that Grayson's men had done a thorough job of looting the town. The wounded are being taken care of by the doctor. I sent a report to Marshall Holly. You sent that report to Betton? Yep, that's where his message came from. The man who sent that message was an imposter. Marshall Holly's in Santa Fe. Get word to him there. In Santa Fe? Yes, get word to him. Well, I'll see if I can find the trail of Grayson's gang. When the sheriff returns, give him this bullet. Tell him that we're here and ask him to wait until we find the trail. Tell him we report to him. This bullet? It's made of silver. That's how low you ride towards the Thunder Mountains and look for tracks out at East Town. Hey, Mr. Yes? Will this silver bullet mean anything? Is there a scar here? I hope so. I think it's got a scar now. Right on your way, that'll get a big bullet. Oh, silver! The scar Grayson signaled a halt in the foothills near Thunder Mountain. It was less than an hour since the outlaws had terrorized and robbed the small capitals. Oh, put it! Now, boys, this is where we'll find company. Before the sheriff gets on our train. Yeah. I bet he'll be one surprised ombre when he gets home, huh? You'll be more surprised when he starts following our tracks. Now, here's what we're going to do. Separate here and stay in pairs. You fellas all remember where we holed up last winter. The other side of Thunder Mountain? Yeah, yeah. That's where we'll get together tomorrow morning. What about splitting some of that money, sir? The loop stays with me and Speed. We're pairing off together. We'll meet in the vibe later, like I said. But if the law should catch up with you and Speed, they get the whole work back. And we get our share now. All right, Dusty, I'll give you your share. Any of the rest do you want your share now? Or would you rather take orders like you've been doing? All right, pair off and get going. The share's going to be downright discouraged following one trail after another. Now get going! The outdoors have made no effort to conceal the tracks of their horses after leaving town. Trout will follow these without difficulty into the foothills until he reached the place where the gang had stopped. Here he saw the gang had broken up. Pairs of tracks radiated from the place in all directions. The Indian discovered something else. A dead man scrawled on the ground. He examined the body and made a sharpened discovery. Instably, he gathered dry wood and built a signal fire. Gratium and Speed rolled side-by-side. The leader turned frequently to look over his shoulder. What's the matter, Skull? You think we're being followed? Now wait a minute, wait a minute. Look back there, Skull. See that column of smoke? Yeah. Notice how it's raising straight, but how it's breaking it. So they're like an ancient smoke signal. That's just what it is. That's right here at the place where we left Dusty. What do you make of it, boss? I don't know. But we're going to ride back there and investigate. Come on, get it! Truffle had finished sending his smoke signals and had rolled up the blanket he had used. He was just about to place it on Skull's back. When Skull and Speed stepped from behind a rock with guns held ready. 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Then you'll hear people say, He's feeling his Cheerios. Now to continue. Scar Grayson and his henchmen called Speed caught Toto sending smoke signals. Toto recognized the outlaw leader but decided to try to bluff. Why you hold gun on him? You rob? Who are you singling, huh? Why you think me send signals? No. It'll teach you to answer my question. Now speak up or I'll slap you with my gun. They're not talking. Why you? Scar, why'd you hit him with your fist? You knocked him out. Now he couldn't talk if he wanted to. I wish I knew who he was singling to. But take him to camp with us. And there we'll really give him a go. The old ranger miles away had seen the signals of his Indian friend that immediately ridden the backfrail into town. He went to the telegraph office where the wounded operator was still on duty. You back again, mister? Have the sheriff in the posse return. Yes. But may come tell him the trail of Scar Grayson's gang lies south of town. You found it, eh? Toto found it. I'm writing out a joining. We leave clear track for the sheriff. I'll tell him what you said. And meanwhile... Yes. You'd better be plenty careful. Scar Grayson's got about 30 men in his gang. I'll be careful. I'll be careful. We'll see what Toto discovered. Easy steady. To the foothills was easy to follow. And the old ranger soon reached the place where much Toto had sent smoke signals. I don't know. It was having to indicate that Toto had been captured. And the masked man wondered where his Indian friend had gone. Then he saw the dead-out law. He examined the figure just as Toto had done. And found grim significance in the way the body lay. That must have been what Toto saw. He took a few steps around some massive boulders. And there found several sets of hoof marks. He studied these carefully for a few moments. Two men rode away. And the same two men... They sustained two horses' return. Stopped here. Moved around a bit. And away again. And that horse went with him. It's like Scout's hoof marks. There's the wood. Come here boy. Little big fella. Easy. The ranger had found it extremely difficult to follow the trail through the darkness. The outlaws had done their best for hiding. And the masked man had to travel very slowly. Presently he saw the renewal of a tiny campfire. He dismounted and leaving silver at ground hitch. Proceeded on foot, making no more noise than a shadow. The wounded ranger gave the call of a night bird. Then heard a response from the darkness. A moment later the masked man was at the side of his Indian friend. In an instant he had his night ready. He glanced at the sweeping outlaws near the fire. Then cut Toto's ropes. Take a new water. He inked. This way Toto. Quietly. Them two were sleeping camp leaders, gang. What about the many those cooks took out of Batesville? Were they divided? No. Grayson, other brother, hide gold. May not know where. They must try and get stolen money. And get the rest of the gang. Going back to the camps. You could be raised a German ring of horses when I call you. He planned. I collected the little camp fire. He wrote a note. And left it near the sweeping scar, Grayson. Then he stepped to the side of Speed. He shook the outlaws. He opened his eyes and blinked. Before the man could speak, a well-aimed blow connected with his chin. And set him back into oblivion much deeper than before. It was a few minutes later when Scar stirred in his sleep. Then awakened. Yeah, funny. It seemed like someone was grabbing my shoulder and shaking me. Scar sat up in his blankets and looked around. He didn't see the masked man who had quickly stepped back among the shadows. But he did see that his lieutenant's bedroll was empty. Speed. Where's Speed gone? What's this on the blanket? It's like a note. Scar held a crudely-lettered note close to the fire in red. I hate to do this to you, Scar. Where's come to resemble that double-crossed bullcat? But be stolen out of money. Scar lived to his feet and ran to the underbite of the place where the stolen money had been hidden. He left his bank of money right here. If they're gone, I'll kill them. Jesus. He didn't get it. He was right there, Grayson. Hey, what? Hey, that guy got away by himself? He got it. You? The injured. Where'd you come from? What do you think? That's a mess you were in. That's right. If you wonder about your pal, he's tied and gagged, Grayson. He's tied where you left him. Then he didn't double-cross. No, I wrote that note. I hoped that you would show us where your loot was hidden. Why, you... You would like to do something about it, wouldn't you? If you weren't holding that gun on me. I was hoping you'd give me an invitation. I'm taking off my gun, don't scar. They thought I'd pull the gun down. I'll show you for you mess by this. Gar Grayson was fully 25 pounds heavier than the Lone Ranger. And he was powerful. It was a fight in which no quarter was asked and none was given. The outlaw was hard and seemed impervious to the hardest of the masked man's clothes. His heavy chin was like concrete. Each time the Lone Ranger's fist connected, a shock of pain ran up his arm. You snagged him. Yes, hello, finish it. For a time, it looked as though the Lone Ranger would be conquered. But then his greater endurance began to tell. Gar was breathing heavily. His mouth hung open and his clothes were wilder than before. As the outlaw slowed, the Lone Ranger found increasing opportunity to drive home an effective punch. One to the stomach, one to the chin, and then another to his head that rocked scar back on his heels. He was off balance and the next blow fell. Then for the first time, Todd was close. You got him, keep it coming. Wait, wait. Come on, get up. I'm not through with you. No, no. Yes. Now we'll try another treatment. Rather than Grayson by the church fund, the Lone Ranger swung the outlaw so his back was chopped against the tree. Open-handed slaps, Grayson. The kindness sting your teeth. No, no, no. If you return to talk, can you hold out as Todd will did? Or will you tell me where your gang is to meet tomorrow? I don't know. You don't? I don't know. How long should we play this game? Where is the meeting to be? I'll talk. Don't hit me again. The meeting? Where is your gang to meet? On the other side of the mountain. Extra can. It was daybreak when the Lone Ranger and Todd will came to the place where the masked man of Beth Dusty's potty covered with a blanket. They bought with them scar, Grayson, and his henchmen's feet, as well as the money that had been stolen from the town. The sheriff and his potty from Batesville had reached the place just a few minutes earlier. Here's the masked man the operator told us about. Yes, we injured him. Sheriff, I'm glad you're here. We have a couple of prisoners for you. God, Grayson. Is that really you, Grayson? Who do you think it is? It looks like you've tangled with a few wildcats. We had a little discussion before we came here. Grayson told me where the rest of his gang is to meet. You men will go to the other side of the mountain. You'll find the rest of Grayson's gang at Squaw Canyon. Maybe we'll get back the stolen money, too. Do you think so? You'll get that back right now. It's all the most saddlebags on Grayson's horse now. We found it, get man. I see you've removed the blanket. It is one of Grayson's gangs. Who shot him? It's probably with Grayson himself. You got no proof of that. Oh, it doesn't matter, Grayson. You'll hang for other crimes. But I think the proof is to be found in the way your former pal pointed to your trail before he died. He's the one who told me which of the tracks leading away from this place was yours. Yes. See for yourself, men. Just before he died, that fellow scratched four letters into the dirt. He spelled out scar. What? And died with his finger pointing in the right direction. Let's see you and Jake take care of these two crooks. Take him back to town. The rest of us will go to Squaw Canyon and corral the rest of Grayson's gang. And, uh, are you Mr. You don't need us now, Sheriff. You can carry on from here. Oh, wait. Now, those had a hard time. I'm glad they're taking the camp. We'll see that he rests. Let's go, Donald. Hey, sir. That man didn't even ask if he was in mind for a long time. Of course he didn't, Joe. He is the lone ranger. Oh, sir. Hey! Here, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Floyd. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.