 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hyosilver, the Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the ready-to-eat oat cereal that gives you go-power, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, the Lone Ranger! All over the country, in every direction, how you do it is a question, and here's one that happy people have to pay. Wheaties, and we do, and we do, and okay, okay. Hi there! This is the Lone Ranger speaking. Out here in the west, we have a couple of champions who are really doing okay. Champion Bob Maynard. He can grab a thousand-pound steer by the horns and toss it to the ground like it was a three-day-old calf. And Bronk busting champ Bob Burroughs. The way he can stick on a mean, side-winding bronk, you'd think he was glued to the saddle. They're both great rodeo champions, and both eat Wheaties. Have been ever since they were youngsters. That's a good example to follow. Keep on eating your Wheaties, and you'll be good to go when I say okay. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring 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 horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver! Let's go, people! I am Silver! Landy Jim Davenport and his gang of killers and train robbers had halted their horses at a fork on the hatchet creek trail. The outlaw leader and tack miller, his second-in-command, remained in their saddles. The other four men moved around on foot, carefully examining the ground. Then they were saying, Tack, I swore that I'd get the Lone Ranger as the last thing I ever did. That fella plugged me when I drew on him. Oh, so that's why you got a bum right on. Hey, Danny, look here. Here, what is it, please? We've cut the Lone Ranger's trail again. The Lone Ranger can't be more than an hour ahead of us. What are you supposed the Lone Ranger's doing in this part of the country? Well, he might be looking for us, but I doubt it. He warned us all over. We've been careful about covering our tracks after our train job. Come on, fellas, let's fly the masked man down. All right, take it easy, boys. We'll stay out of his sight while we train him. Tonight, while he and the engine are camping, we'll close in for the kill. All right, savvy, Danny. All right, get mounted, fellas. Yes, come on. As the outlaws took the Lone Ranger's trail, he and Tatl rode toward Hatchett Creek. For several weeks, they had been searching in vain for some trace of Dandy Jim and his gang. Holy unaware that they, the hunters, were being hunted. They discussed the outlaws. Hey, Masabi, why do you think Dandy Jim gang hide in Sierra Foothills? There have been three train holdups around here recently. In each case, a bandit leader was described as wearing fancy clothes and having a stiff right arm. Oh, that sound like Dandy Jim. Yes, it was my bullet that crippled his arm several years ago. He had killed a trainman and had tried to kill me. Ah, me remember. He thought I'm sure to hang. He cheated justice. He always cheated it. His ability to beat his cases in court has encouraged crimes throughout the west. Must be stopped. Well, what our old friend Sheriff Hubble say when you talked to him in Carter's Dill last night? The Sheriff is a relentless man, Hunter. But he's only able to think of one thing at a time. Right now, he's searching for an escaped convict. I couldn't interest him in Dandy Jim. Who's the convict? A young man named Hal Perry. Perry come from this part of country? He lived on Iran several miles below the point where this trail crosses Hatchet Creek. His wife and child still live there. Sheriff Hubble has been watching the place. You see Crick now. Water looks plenty high. There's been a cloud burst in the mountains. That high water may hamper us in hunting for Dandy Jim and his gang. You hear noise like waterfall. There's a cataract in a creek where the waterfall is 100 feet. Now, here Crick bank. Close over, close. From their saddles, the lone ranger and Tottle surveyed the flood-swollen creek. A wide stretch of tawny water raced to the cataract tumbling over jagged rocks. Nearby, a tall redwood had been felled so that it spanned the creek and served as a crude footbridge. Along one side of the trunk, a sagging rope provided a handhold for anyone who crossed. Tottle turned to the masked man. How we crossed Crick with horses. The curls too swift for silver and scouts. There may be quieter water below the falls. Look, you must have it. Boy, come out and log from other side. Jackie, where are you? Here I am, Jackie. Wait for me. Don't try to cross the log alone. I'm waiting. Halfway across the footbridge, the boy stopped and took hold of the guide rope with both hands. Then he leaned far out and looked down at the snarling flood. Don't do that, lad. The rope may break. Partly had the masked man shot at his warning when the rope rotted by long exposure to the weather snapped. The boy fell headlong from the log. At the same instant, a man broke from the brush on the opposite bank. Jackie! Jackie! I'll go after him, said he big fella. Flinging himself from the saddle, the lone ranger rid himself of his boots and gun belt in a flash. Then he ran out on the log. Hello! What are you laying out here? Uh, he coming with it. As the lone ranger and the man from the other bank reached the middle of the footbridge, the youngster bobbed up ten yards downstream. There's my boy. I can't swim, save him. I'll try. After his dive, the masked man fought his way to the surface of the cold, swirling torrent. He came up close to Jackie. The boy had been hurled into a cleft between two rocks, but the savage current threatened to dislodge him at any moment. There he is. Here on your right. I see him. Fitting all his strength against the flood, the lone ranger managed to reach the center of the current. Then he let it carry him toward the rocks where the boy lay. He knew that if he missed them, he would be swept over the brink of the cataracts. Grab my boy. Grab him. The lone ranger caught hold of one of the rocks, just as Tuttle cast the loop of his lariat from the log. As the rope settled on the water near its hand, the masked man grabbed it with his free hand. I haven't. Then he let loose of the rock and pulled an arm around the youngster, lifting his head above the water. Pull Tuttle, pull. Toast the shore. Hated by the boy's father, Tuttle pulled in the rope. As it shortened, they moved to the bank where the horses stood. A few seconds later, the lone ranger and the boy were on the shore. You had a narrow escape, Jackie. You both did, mister. I reckon that you're an owl hood, but it doesn't matter to me. I'll never be able to pay off the debt, I owe you. Any man able to swim would have gone to Jackie's rescue. But my mask doesn't mean I'm an outlaw. Where do you live, mister? I have a shack across the creek. I'll take Jackie there. Daddy, I want to go home with the mother. I don't like that old shack. Why do you stay there? As the father hesitated, the lone ranger and Tuttle exchanged knowing glances. Tuttle will take Jackie to his mother at the ranch Howl Perry. Why? Why'd you say that? I know who you are. Don't say anything in front of Jackie. He doesn't know. You'll never find out through me. Now I'll take that gun you have in your pocket. Take it. Let's not have any trouble. I want to go home. Tondo will take you on his horse. He's a good Indian. Don't be afraid of him. I'm not afraid of Indians. Your daddy may be going away again. Have you got a kiss for me? Of course. I wish you wouldn't go. It is not standing for me. I'm ready now. Better you hand boy up. Here you go, son. There you are. Hold tight. He'll be all right. Goodbye, Jackie. Say goodbye for me to your mother. Bye, daddy. Get him up scout. Hey, Mr. Suppose you intend to turn me over to the sheriff? You broke out of prison. I wanted to see my wife and go. You seem to think a lot of Jackie. Yes, you better think of yourself. You're cold. Come along to check where I've been hiding. I'll build a fire. Very well. I have other clothes and an extra mask in my bedroom. I got them and changed your hideout. A little later, the lone ranger followed his prisoner across the log. After a short walk through brush and boulders, they approached the log hut. Perry was saying, You're actually on an island here. The flood's broken through low ground, putting a current on all sides of us. If the water continues to rise, it'll soon be over this high ground. It doesn't matter to me now. Well, here we are. Perry, I don't like to send you back to prison, but you owe a debt to society. Mr. I didn't get a square deal. The jury found guilty of second-degree murder, and a judge sentenced me to a life term. You killed a gambler. Yeah, I beat the crooked tinhorn to the drawl. Now, let me light that wood in the fireplace. While you're doing that, keep your face turned away from me. I'm going to change to a dry mask. The lone ranger had changed all of the things he wore, and had warmed himself when Tatl joined him and Perry in the hut. The Indian explained, Me, give boy to mother Kimosabi. There's been her plenty glad. Then we come back. After me hide horses, we cross bridge by in shack. Is the ranch house being watched? We meet sheriff and deputy in woods close by. We not tell them about Perry. We not know what you plan. Well, there's only one thing for us to do. That's to turn him over to the sheriff. Are you ready, Perry? Yeah, but please arrange it so my son doesn't know. We'll do that. Now, let's go. Wait, Kimosabi, wait. You see, from a crawl to rock from hillside. They're firing on the hut. Maybe a posse's after me. Hold your fire, you fellows out there. What do you want? We want you, lone ranger. This is a payoff for shooting me. That's dandy Jim. The gang has trailed us. Kimosabi, him got us a trap. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Boxer-ban fights hard and fair. So in the ring, you kids beware. He's dynamite because he knows. He's got gold power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got gold power. There he goes. He's feeling his Cheerios. Cheerios, Cheerios. Cheerios, the cereal everybody loves. No other cereal looks like Cheerios. It's shaped like little letter-os. No other cereal tastes like Cheerios. 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I'll just run from behind the hut. I can't glimpse at him. My loopholes, commission. Listen. What's that noise? A burning fuse. Last block of the hut. Although the walls held, a burning fire and stones and chunks of mortar from the fireplace showered the room. One stone struck the lone ranger's head. When the dust cleared, Toto saw the masked man lying on the floor. Kimusami! The lone ranger's hurt. Kerry, watch for attack. Meet 10 friends. How's your friend? Him knocked out. Meet Vandic's head. Soon he'll be all right. Where are Kerry and friends? It's twilight now. I'll put on the lone ranger's clothes to dry his white hat and extra mask. Then I'll make a run for it. The owl hoots are bound to think I'm the lone ranger. You get killed, Pronto. I'll expect it, but I'll give my run first. While they're chasing me and shooting, you carry your friend away and hide him. Me savvy, but me not let you do it. No. Well, I'm holding this gun on you. Drop yours. Now I'll kick it over by the door. That takes care of the gun. Now go over in the far corner and lie face down on the floor. Keep your hands behind you. You understand? Me savvy. Now I'll put on the lone ranger's clothes and that spare mask. It was a few minutes later when Tak Miller yelled, Hey, look there, the lone ranger's outside the shack. Vandic Jim and the other four outlaws who had been busy fixing fuses to the powder cans sprang to their feet wind chasters in hand. Lock them, Jack. He's my meat. Don't anyone shoot until I get a crack in. Oh, you missed him, Dandy. He's getting away. Dandy Jim hurled the rifle against the rock. After him, boys, he's all yours now. Kill him. Come on, boys. He's almost to the brink. I'll drop him this time. Standing still, Tak took care of him at the fleeing man and fire. You've got him, Jack. He's down. Gathering around their victim, the outlaws steered at him in silence for a moment. Take off his mask. Hey. Here it comes off. So that's the lone ranger. Dandy, is there anyone you ever saw without a mask on? No, he's a stranger to me. Maybe you left something in the shack that'll tell his name and explain his connections. We'll have to go back after the powder anyhow. So let's take a look in the shack. All right, we'd better hurry. Crick may be all over everything a little while. Meanwhile, the lone ranger had recovered consciousness in a patch of undergrowth to which Toto had carried him. As his head cleared and his strength came back, Toto told him what had happened. After them run down by Crick, we hear one shot. Outlaws not make any more noise. One shot? That probably means that they killed the poor fellow. Look. Outlaws come back? Yes. They're going into the hut. Dandy, Jim, another fella, wait outside. We have a chance to turn the tables on them. Well, how we do that? Not catch them in shack. No, but the rising water will soon drive them off the island. I'll have to cross the creek on the log. That's right. The log is hidden from the shack by trees and bushes. It'll be easy to reach it without being seen. There's a prize on there. Come on. A few minutes later, the lone ranger and Toto were on the creek bank. There they came upon Hal Perry, the Indian exclaimed. Dead. He was shot in the back. Turn them over. Yeah, mask. Good. Kimusabi, you feel the heartbeat. All right, take your shoulders. I'll take your feet. We'll carry them to the other bank. Safe on the other side of the turbulent creek. The lone ranger and Toto concealed themselves in the wounded fugitive behind a screen of willows. I hear the outlaws coming. Is this the place where we let the lone ranger's body? Yeah, this is it. What if he isn't here now? Then he wasn't dead, but he was hit too hard to go far. He must have crawled across the log. He has more lives than I can. We'll find him. Leave the way, Danny. Watch how you slip on this log. I'm right behind you, Danny. Teetering on the high hills of their boots, the outlaws moved off on the slippery log in single file. They had their arms extended balancing themselves and reached the middle of the makeshift bridge. The lone ranger burst from cover with guns leveled. Hold it, man. You're covered. Look, it's him. Frozen by fright and surprise at the sight of a masked man who was armed and apparently unhurt. The outlaws halted. Keep your hands up. Don't shoot his fist. I'll let you come across one at a time. You're in the lead, Dandy Jim. Come on. Toto, Dandy ready to disarm him. I'm here ready. The place is with you. The Dandy-fied gang leader made a grab for his gun with his left hand. At the same time, he tried to get around and behind Tack Miller, the second in the row. Tack yells, Stop, Dandy. The masked man followed up his command with a warning shot. The fighting bullet only added to Dandy Jim's desperation. In an effort to save himself from being pushed into the creek by the gang leader, Tack dropped to his knees, then straddled the log. Dandy clawed at him. Tack doubled a fist and howled. I want to get by. Tack's fist shot upward, sinking into Dandy's mid-river. The gang leader toppled from the log with a yell. I'll keep the others covered. The lone rangers scanned the madly racing flood for some sign of Dandy Jim. Nothing appeared except his fancy hat which spun like a top in the current then vanished over the cataract. Are you ready to obey orders? I'll come as soon as I get back on my feet. We'll all come across as fast as you let us. Later, when night had fallen, but a full moon was up, the lone ranger and Toto arrived at the Perry Ranch House with a wounded fugitive and surviving members of the holdup gang. Perry lay on a dragging litter which Toto had fashioned from a blanket and two poles. The poles were attached to scout like buggy shots. The ends below the blanket trailed on the ground. As the mask man halted the prisoners who had been marching in single file with their hands clasped behind their neck, Sheriff Hubble and the deputy rushed out of the nearby woods to investigate. What's going on? Sheriff, here's Dandy Jim Davenport's gang. Well, it's you, mister. You've caught those alhoots while I've been sitting around here like a bump in the log. Where's Dandy Jim? Tag Miller knocked him into the creek. He went over the cataract. We found his body later. Who's Toto got there? Hal Perry. You captured him too, huh? What is him? The outlaws wounded him badly. Yes, Mrs. Perry. You'd better come here. All right. Come with Mother Jackie. What? What? If he... No, no, Mrs. Perry. He's not dead. There's a good chance that he'll recover. Daddy, you come home. Jackie, my boy. My boy. Be sure him get all right. Please don't take him away. He isn't in shape to be moved. Let me keep him here. That's what I aim to do, ma'am. Of course, I'll have to leave a deputy to keep watch. Later on... Later on, he may get a full pardon. I intend to take his case to the governor. But he's a killer the same as he's train robbers. I believe that he's been punished enough. Moreover, he saved the lives of my friend and me. I made it possible for us to capture the robbers. I reckon that will carry on. A rick in that will carry a lot of weight with the governor? I hope so. Mother, there's the man with the mask who got me out of the water. Yes, Jackie. Mr. How can I ever thank you for what you've done? You needn't thank me. My friend and I owe your husband a great deal. As soon as we reach town, we'll send a doctor here. As soon as we reach town, we'll send a doctor here. Now or even, Mr. Here, deputy. Let's unhook that stretcher and took Perry into the house. All right. They'll all get away. Sheriff Hubble and his aide were soon back. The sheriff reported. Perry's in bed and he's resting easy. Good. His wife is looking after him. But it's that youngster who's going to bring him out of it. Even so, Todd and I had better ride hard for a doctor. Are you ready, Kimusabe? Me ready. But hold on. You've a handsome reward coming from Wells Fargo for those Al Hoots. Give it to Al Perry, Sheriff. He's used to the big phone. Now adios. What's in there? Sheriff, I told Andy Jim to forget that mask, man. Listen, fella. No one ever forgets the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger, 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 Foy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.