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Then you'll hear people say, He's feeling his Cheerios. With his faithful Indian companion title, 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 the 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 rides again. The moaning canteens from the stream that ran through a gully in the black hills of the coater. When the mask man happened to glance up, he saw an Indian about 50 yards away on the crest of the slope and the Indian was sighting a rifle over the top of a rock. He pushed Toto to one side and leaked to the other as the rifle cracked. The mask man threw a gun and fired. You hit rifle. He's running away, let's catch him. Gravel made it difficult to attend the steep side of the ravine. By the time the lone ranger and Toto leased the top where the flat terrain was studded by big boulders, the Indian was out of sight. Here, hear the rifle he mused. Let me see that rifle. You never see a rifle like this. The bold action Enfield, a repeating rifle made in England. How would an Indian get a rifle like that? I don't know, we'll try to find out. We'll show this rifle to our friend Colonel Hardwick at Fort Blanchard. A short time later, the lone ranger and Toto after showing a military pass were admitted to post headquarters at Fort Blanchard where Colonel Hardwick, the commanding officer, welcomed them one way. After hearing the mask man's story and examining the Enfield rifle Colonel found and said, Frankly, this is the first Enfield I've seen. I don't know how an Indian could have gotten it. This rifle must have come from Canada. Do you think Canadian gun runners are dealing with the Sioux? I doubt it. The Indians have no money. Oh, I thought the tribe received money from the government. That's true. The treaty specifies that the yearly payment is made in doors. Each member of the tribe gets a share of it. The Indians have no money now. They spent what they received a year ago. Oh. The annual payment is due today. It's here in the fort. I plan to send it to Mr. Vail this afternoon. Mr. Vail? Yes, Oscar Vail. He's in charge of the Indian Agency on the reservation. Gee. Perhaps he could tell you how an Indian got an Enfield rifle. Well, Toto and I will call them. We'll take the rifle with us. You're a... You're a mask maker of trouble. I'll go disguise. Between Fort Blanchard and the reservation, the masked man and Toto stopped in the woods where the lone ranger removed his mask and writing clothes and disguised himself as a prospector. Meanwhile, two men conferred in the Indian Agency less than a mile away. One was Oscar Vail, the agent in charge. The other, a mission-educated Indian named Grey Wolf who was the sub-chief of the tribe. He said, Vail, my rifle was stolen. What? You mean the sample Enfield of Canadian gun runners gave you when they were here last month? Yes. Running Dears told it. He was seen leaving the reservation with it. He returned without it. Where is the rifle? Running Dears won't tell. He says he lost it. He's one of the young braves whose great ambition is to kill a white man. He may have done so. That's bad. Running Dears may have done something to spoil all our plans. Yes. I thought you should know. We'll be at our guard. How soon do you expect the annual payment of gold? Colonel said word that we'll have it this afternoon. Oh, Chief Kilbuck may want to distribute it at once. I'll have stolen them all. We'll need ten thousand dollars of that money to pay for the two hundred Enfield rifles and ammunition Pierre and Shocker bring to Canada. Sooner we get the rifles, the better. I expect the gun runners will deliver them tonight. Are the braves lined up for the outbreak? Yes. After the rifles are passed out, they leave the reservation a few at a time and meet us in the woods near August City. Are they enthused about raiding the town? Very. While they're shooting the citizens and burning the buildings, you and I should have no trouble cleaning out the banks and the expectors. It should be easy. With the town in flames and people fighting for their lives, no one's going to fight for the banks. We should collect a million dollars. What about the Indians who do the raiding? What about them? Those who are not killed will be captured and hanged. But by that time, you and I will be out of the country with the money. I'd tell you... Wait a minute. A white man who looks like a prospector and a strange Indian just rolled up. They're coming to the door. I'll let them in. The cry is narrowed as the disguise wound ring here followed by Tato has stepped into the office. Are you the man in charge of this office? Yes. I'm Oscar Vale, the agent. This is my assistant, John Graywolf. What are you doing in the reservation with the rifle inside arms? It's against the law. It's also against the law for an Indian to try to kill a white man. What do you mean? One of your redskins tried to shoot my partner, me. He dropped his new-fangled rifle. Let me see it. Take a look. You never saw a rifle like it? I took out the cartridges. You seem to know how to work it. Tell me about the attempt to shoot you. Well, it's that rule. Speaking in a manner that stupid is disguised, the old ranger told his story. Vale and Graywolf listened. Van Vale said, Hey, I'm all right to complain. We'll make an investigation, but I'm sure the Indian doesn't belong to this tribe. Why are you so sure? Says he is made in England. The Indian who dropped this rifle must be a renegade from Canada. Looks like you don't aim to do much about it. I'm going to take my complaint to the colonel of the fort. Give me that rifle. You broke the law by carrying arms on a reservation. Well, as Indianation, I have police power. You're under arrest, all right? Holding the empty rifle in one hand, Graywolf reached for his pistol. But before he could draw it, Donald gripped his arm. I'm not your gun, Vale! Struggling with Donald, Graywolf dropped the rifle. Meanwhile, Vale reached for his weapon. But the old ranger's gun spoke first. My hand, your hand's all right. Just your gun was flashed. Now stand back. You'll pay for this. Oh, so you'll fix you? Oh! The colonel's blows, and Graywolf to the floor. He's got his gun. Double-loaded. Stay where you are. Just my gun. You'll find it outside after we go. The old ranger and the colonel muttered their horses and dashed away. They rode north for several miles, making sure their trail could not be followed. Oh, oh, oh! Easy, easy. Then flew rain in the woods where the old ranger said, After I remove this disguise, I'll return to the fort and tell the colonel about the incident. How we go to the fort? We ride east through this wood until we reach the trappers' trail that runs south from Canada. Every wagon moves south along the trappers' trail east of the woods. It was drawn by oxen, driven by one of the 240 men who sat on the seat. Get up there! Get up! Two saddle horses were tied behind the wagon, which seemed to hold nothing but buffalo hides. The men named Pierre and Jacques were French Canadians, who belonged to a colony of smugglers, traitors and trappers across the border. Buying goods from the Hudson's Bay Company, they sold wherever they could make a profit. Jacques, we must be near the reservation. We are near it, Pierre. But first the cave, you will make the turn. Hold on there! Hold on! The divers turned the oxen off the trail and guided them into a large cave. If you untie the horses while I free the oxen from their yolks and traces, we must arrive to the reservation and see how it stands there. If soldiers are nearby, we will have to wait until it is safe to deliver the ride. Pierre and Jacques tied the oxen to the side of the wagon and a few minutes later rode out of the cavern. They pulled south on the traitors' trail. They had noticed the fresh tracks of the heavily loaded ox-drawn wagon. And when they reached the place where the wagon left the trail, they followed the tracks of the wagon through a tangler brushwood. And the masked man and the Indians soon discovered the cave. They entered cautiously and saw the wagon with the oxen tied to its side. After making sure no one was hiding in the cave, Ramon Ranger said, Ramon, who brought that wagon here, rode south. Let's see what the wagon holds. Looks like buffalo hides. Something beneath the hide. Wooden case? Several of them. Now, we got hatchets and belts. Maybe, open case. Yes, I know. Let's see what's inside. Ah, using a blade is a hatchet. Probably quickly pried up the top of the mirror. The whole ranger looked inside and exclaimed, Rifles. These are new and pure rifles. Savvy. What does this mean? It looks like the work of gun runners. I think these weapons are on the way to the Indians. What do we do? Look here. Both the weapon is useless. Take the bolts out of all the rifles and hide them. We'll nail down the list of the boxes and cover them with the hides. Open the rest of the boxes while I start removing these bolts. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. That's the word up north. Just ask the champions. Up north, we know what Wheaties mean to guys like Slug and Harvey Keene. We love to see him built that ball and make the fielders climb the wall. And Richie Ashburn, yes, indeed, plays baseball at Wheaties' speed. Just watch him flash from base to base. This boy could win in any race. Yes, sir. Harvey Keene and Richie Ashburn are longtime Wheaties fans. Both of them know there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Wheaties, breakfast of champions. We continue. By the time darkness closed in, the loaded wagon looked as if it had never been disturbed. But the rifles and the cases beneath the Buffalo Hides were utterly useless. The lone ranger and Otto hid the bolts in brushwood near the mouth of the cave. Then muttered their horses and started south. Concealed in brushwood, they watched the horsemen ride past. So they were dressed, huh? Then sure, they're French Canadians. They then tell us to bring rifles from Canada. Yes. We'll wait right here. We'll see if they return with a wagon. A slow walk of oxen and the creaking of a heavy wagon appearing through the screen of brushwood. They saw the load of rifles moving south. We'll follow the distance. We'll wait at the boundary of the reservation. Later that night, Oscar Vale unlocked the strongbox that the army had delivered to his office. He lit up a lid and removed two canvas sacks. Each one filled with gold coins and placed them on his desk. As he closed the strongbox, Jacques and Pierre came from an adjoining room. Ah, my friend, I see you have our money already. That's so fast, Jacques. But the rifles and ammunition are delivered. They are in the other room. They won't open the cases, I mean. We... You'll get your money when he says everything's all right. Why? There is Grey Wolf. You double-crossers. Those rifles are worthless. There are no bolts in them. You are wrong. You're crazy. You took out the bolts so you could have refused to pay us. It's all right. You promised us $10,000 and we want the money. We pay $7,000 to the Hudson State Company for the rifles. You promised the payers and you will pay. Get up your hands. Don't shoot, Jacques. Take that gun away. I am them. Now take the gold and we go. We leave the auction and we're going here. Come on, Grey Wolf. We'll not get away. Now send the agency guard down. We'll get back that gold. A short time later, Grey Wolf, the crooked subchef, sent half a dozen armed men in pursuit of Jacques and Pierre. Then they entered the office and then... Well, Vail, our plan's a spoiler. That's not the worst of it. While you were gone, Chief Kilbuck came here to ask why the money had not been paid. Yes. Did you stall him? I tried to, but he suspect something's wrong. He threatened to go to the colonel as we turned over the money. We'll have to explain the rifles. I'm missing money a lot of things. Now wait. Vail will take Kilbuck to the colonel. Are you crazy? No. We'll say he bought the rifles and paid for them with the money we gave him to pass out to the tribesmen. We'll say we discovered the rifles, brought them here and then sent agency guards after the gun runners. That's a good idea. I'll back your story. That'll clear us. With Jacques and Pierre dead, there'll only be the old chief to deny our story. He doesn't understand a word of English. No one's going to believe him. Meanwhile, Pierre and Jacques approach the border of the reservation. Come on, Vail! Come on! Suddenly, the home ranger and parter roll from behind a boulder and interview a head of the fleeing gun runners. Come on, Vail! The masked man fired a shot of warning. Vail will shoot you! Come on, Vail! Get your hands up! The man with the bat! Who are you? What do you want? Answer to some questions. King of Cubbies, we hear plenty horse come this way. The Indians? They are after us. They will shoot us. We must get away. The Indians? Only the Indian guards have guns and they wouldn't pursue you unless Grey Wolf told them to. He is the one. He sent them. Please, my friend, ride with us later we talk. Were Grey Wolf and Vail in on that rifle to you? Well, what do you mean, Mr. Don't pretend innocence. We know you delivered Enfield rifles to the reservation. Those in the end are closed. We have no time. You can't get away from them. Your horses are spent. You'll be captured long before you reach the border. We buy your horses. We pay big price. Where's the money? In our shadow bank. We have plenty of gold. Gold you've got from the Indians? I don't want it. The Indians are closer. Soon they'll... There's just one way for you to save your lives. How? Come with us to Fort Blanchard. We are going on Earth. The soldiers... You may be lenient with you if you make false confessions and testify against Vail and Grey Wolf. They betrayed us trust. They turned on their own government. Few fellows didn't. The air, the mask man is right. Save our lives. Then we will agree to anything. Bring the saddlebag and hold the gold and write double autonomy. Without distance those Indians then go to the fort. Later that night in Colonel Hardwick's office the lone ranger quickly related what had happened. Then the gun runners made complete statements that amazed the commandant. They told why the Indian agent and his assistant wanted the Enfield rifles. The colonel said, What did Vail and Grey Wolf hope to gain, by an outbreak? Colonel, I... I make the clean breath, Vail. I'm a smuggler, yes. A murderer, no. This... How can I hurt tonight? Well, what did you hear? Vail and Grey Wolf plan to arm the young shoe and turn them loose on Argus City to kill and burn while they rob the banks. I never heard of a more ruthless plot. I'll send troops for the Indian agent once to arrest them. But... Yes, sir. Yes, what is it? Colonel, sir, Mr. Vail, John Grey Wolf, the chief kill bucket. I'm here to see you. Yeah. Vail, send them in. Yes, sir. All right. Colonel, I'll be with you. I look stally when I walk. Nice, man. You're walking into a trap. I'm getting out of here. Oh, you're not. Get your hands up. You too, Vail. Colonel, what is this? There's our guns. Let me get them. Colonel, I'll report this on race to war. Hold your tongue, Vail. I'm arresting you and Grey Wolf on charges of misusing government partners and conspiring to incite revolution and commit murder and robbery. Oh. You have it all wrong, Colonel. It's our chief kill bucket. Oh, you want to bring that good old chief here, Trams, huh? Well, do you know good to lie? You have no proof against us. Yeah, and Jack will testify again. Colonel, why are you allowing a mask man to meddle in this case? Oh, is he? I'm the man who took an infield rifle to your agency this morning. Spy. And if we see who took the bolts from the counter van rifles, then save the lives of the gun runners and recover the gold you gave to them. Those gun runners stole the money. Shut up, Vail. They can't prove the gold came from the agency. Yeah, but we can. It's still in the original sex. Yes, Sergeant. Yes. Put Vail and Grey Wolf in hands and take them and the two Canadian gun runners to the garden house. Oh, yes. Hadn't been for this match, man. You would have betrayed your own people and written a bloody page in the history of crime. Colonel, are you going to seize the rifle? There's counter van. Yes, of course. And I'll send tunnel back here with the bolts so you can use them. Good. Good. Amontaro. Adios, sir. Good play and thanks again. Wait. That man with the mask? He said, are I crazy? I do not mind. But death? No, no. Colonel. Who is the masked man? You've probably heard of him in the past. And you'll hear of him in the future. He's the lone ranger. I don't know. The 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 Boyd. Listen to the lone ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.