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But after John's death he also took over the management of the Colby ranch and spent as much time there as he did at the agency in town. One afternoon he was working in the ranch office when the door opened and Kay entered. Roger, where's Larry Gilly? Well now where would your foreman be at this time of day? Out on the range I suppose. But he isn't. I've just been talking with Shorty. I'm afraid he's gone to town. Afraid? Why afraid? Why shouldn't he go to town if he wants to? I'm afraid he's gone to pick a fight with Derek Ford. I'll see you soon. Larry Gage, the husky young foreman of the Colby ranch, searched the town until he found Derek Ford's in the palace cafe. I think you're a crook. I'm because I'm an Easterner. Be honest, Larry. You don't like me because Kay and I are going to be married. That's a lie. No it isn't. I called you a liar. Now I'm supposed to go for my gun. No Larry, I know you can outlaw me. Well you leave our guns with Joe and settle that outside. That suits me. Cut your face. Julie, what have you gone out to say? That's Larry. Hello Sharon. Howdy. You hear me Larry? You've got no calling to fear. I'm preserving the peace. What's more, there's a lady waiting outside for you. What? Kay? Well it looks like her and it sounds like her and she's hopping mad. She is? Tell her that I haven't forgotten her invitation to supper Larry. Tell her I'll be there. Aye, come on Larry. I did, and now I'm delivering the prisoner into your custody, kid. Thank you. Always glad to oblige you. Larry, you did come here to pick a fight with Derry. You can't marry him Kay, he's a crook. You're a local. I won't stand by and let him get away with it. I haven't given him my answer yet. But when in the name of common sense will you stop trying to run my life? But you're only 17. I have a guardian appointed by law and his name isn't Larry Gage. If you don't behave yourself I'll have Roger fire you. Oh yeah, you wouldn't do that. I wouldn't want to, I'll admit, but I shall if you make it necessary. Why, I guess I haven't any right in a fear. No, none at all. Derry said he hadn't forgotten your invitation. You'll be out for supper. He'd expect. Maybe you'd like to wait and write out with him. No, the prisoner was released into my custody. Now climb aboard your bunk and let yourself in. Yes, ma'am, easy boy. Get up! Come on, get up! Silent halls who suffer that night. And when it was over he started for the bunkhouse. But Roger stopped him and asked him to step into the office to go over some business details. Just as they were sitting down, a shock rang out from the distance. What's that? Probably one of the boys taking a pot shot at a coyote. Now, what I wanted to ask you about is the 2000 head we bought from the pot hook. Where are they? The valley south of Rock Canyon. And don't you go buying any more steers, Roger? Why not? Oh man, alive, you bought 5000 head this summer. At a very low price. And it was so convenient to have them driven up with a cattle I bought for the Indian. I grant you that. We're pretty close to being overstocked right now. Hey, listen. Drums. Yeah, probably some ceremony at the reservation. No, no, no. He's a little closer than the reservation. The wind must be blowing this direction. I've never heard him so close. Roger, Mary, come here. What is it, Jane? Come here, please. Something wrong, Shorty? Yeah, I think I just saw a bandit. A bandit? A mask, man, on a big white hole. There was an Indian with him, too. Where's Shorty? Where'd you see him? Near the woods up on the rise. The moon was shining full on their faces, and I had a good look at them. You shot at them? Yeah. Then they ducked into the woods. Shall I get the boys together and go after them? That's my man. Take a look at that. At the sound of the new voice, everyone turned. The lone ranger was standing in the doorway leading to the dark kitchen. His guns were drawn. That's the masked man I saw. I wouldn't advise any of you to go for your gun. What do you want? Which one of you is Roger Garrett? I am. The Indian agent for this territory? Yes. How'd you get in here? Through the kitchen window. I have a message for you, Garrett. A message? Bad news. The chief and all his braves have left the reservation. What? They're camping the hills just above the valley. And those are war drums you hear. Why'd he go on the war path? He'd can't be. You've never had any trouble with the tribe before? No, never. Can you think of any reason why they should leave the reservation, Garrett? Not one. There must be some mistake. Not about what I've told you. I'm not accustomed to taking the word of a man with a match. Maybe not, Roger. Would an outlaw take a chance on coming here if there weren't some real danger or massacre? I intend to investigate. That's all I ask. He's gone. Shall I go after him, boss? No, no. He's done us a great service. Let him go. How do you mean to investigate, Roger? I'm going to see white eagles. Alone? Yes. The Indians know I represent the great white father. They wouldn't dare touch me. Alone, I'll be perfectly safe. I'll leave it to you, Larry. See the town and the other ranchers are warned. Did you hear that? The mask man riding away. Silver. He called his horse Silver. A mask man and a white horse with an engine partner. He must be the lone ranger. He's gone. When Roger Garrett rode into the hills, the lone ranger and Toto followed him, but cautiously making sure they wouldn't be seen. The fresh hoof prints were enough to mark the trail for Toto, and it soon became obvious that the agent was heading for the sound of the drums. The lone ranger and Toto reached the ridge above the Indian encampment, in time to see Garrett guiding his mount down a slope, straight toward the dancing warriors. Oils over rows. Yeah, oh brother. He now prayed white eagle, not sure. They see him, they stop the dance. He don't understand. They mean they're not Apache, not like Apache and peaceful. Garrett may be able to straighten out the trouble, whatever it is. I wish I could hear what they're saying. White eagle make plenty sign when they talk. We understand what chief say. What Toto? What chief say. Tribe hungry, want more beef from great white father. Hungry? Ah, and say Indian star, then not get more beef. Kill white man, take beef. Garrett's answering them. Not use sign to make talk, do not know what him say. Well, if it's only a question of food, that should be easily settled. And do not like what Garrett say, and plenty man. Doesn't he realize he must give them some sort of a promise? Over a few extra head of cattle if they'll prevent bloodshed. Garrett's right way now. Indian go for guns. They're all pile up in front of the chief's TP. Open fire, Toto. We'll try to cover Garrett. Take cover. Hello there, Molly. Garrett out of range now. I wanna talk with him, Kimosabi. That's good idea. But then his power to stop this uprising. Why didn't they? It's plenty strange. Come on, fiddle there. You must come. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. All over the country in every direction. How you, how you do it is a question. And here's one that that these people have to pay. We don't know what we need. Then we do, do, do and okay. Okay. And that's the truth. Take California champions, for instance. Now way out west, you'll hear us talking about a quarterback we call Van Broklin. A passing star with Wheaties style who throws that ball a country mile. And Duke Snyder too is a west coast man, a fancy slugger and the Wheaties fan who takes his bat and scares them all when he knocks the hide right off the ball. Now these two champions know that there's big energy in their favorite cereal because there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties plate. Wheaties, breakfast of champions. Do, do, do and okay. Okay. All to continue. The lone ranger and tuffle followed Roger Garrett down from the hills. Garrett, wait a minute. Mass man, you've been following me. We were on the ridge above the Indian and Catholic when you talked with White Eagle. We covered your retreat. You did. I heard shots, but I thought it was the Indian shooting at me. We managed to stop them from reaching their guns until you were out of range. I see. You didn't have much success with your conference. No, there was no reasoning with them. They refused to stay on the reservation any longer. They mean to take over the valley. Why do you know? I never mind, hello. The whole tribe's gone berserk. That's the only explanation. There's only one way to deal with them. Will you answer a question, Mr? If I can. Are you the lone ranger? That's right. I thought so. Will you help us out? In what way? Will you ride to Fort Tamarack and bring the troops? They couldn't get here in less than two days. Will you try to hold out until then? You're sure there's no other way to handle the situation? Absolutely none. The tribe must be destroyed. I see. Well, Totto and I'll do our best. You may depend on it. Thanks, that's fine. Now I'll have to get going. Get up there. Get along. Will you ride to Fort Kimus, honey? No, Totto. All the Indian want is beef. I'm wondering why Garrett wouldn't admit that. They must find out. You want me to go into town? Find out what he'll do now. There we'll both go. Come on, Silly Ray. Come on, Totto. The light sky clouded over as the lone ranger and Totto rode through the back streets of the town. Finally, they reached the alley in the rear of the sheriff's office. And with a great crowd in the main street, the masked man and the Indian dismounted. He crept along the side of the building until they could hear what was going on. Roger Garrett was speaking to the men. Quiet down, men. You may wonder what suddenly got into the tribe. I'll tell you. There's a renegade white man around here. He wears a mask and rides a big white horse. He's the one who's responsible for this rebellion. If you ever see him, shoot the kill. That's enough, Totto. What to do now? I want to find out just how much beef the Indians have been getting. The record should be in the agency office. We've got to get in from the rear. The lone ranger and Totto led Silver and Scout down the alley to the rear of the Indian agency. The masked man tried one of the windows. Good. It is locked. The office is in front. Shades are drawn, that helps. Fantastic. That cabinet must be where the papers are filed. Let me have your hunting knife. I think I can force it open. Ah, yeah. Thanks. He must have a... somebody at front door. Into the back room. Quick, man. The lone ranger let the door open a little and watched as Derek Forbes entered the office. After lighting a lamp, Forbes went to the cabinet, unlocked it, and took off some papers. And he went to the desk and sat down. He examined the paper on the top of the pile, took a pen, dipped it in the ink, and bent over the paper. Swiftly, the lone ranger entered the room. Hey! I'll take that paper. Keep him covered, Totto. Ah. Give me that receipt. Yes, a receipt for cattle. A receipt with white eagle's mark on it. Pot hook brand, one thousand head. But the ink on the last zero isn't dry. You've just changed this receipt from a hundred head to a thousand. Now I'll take a look at these others. One hundred, one hundred, one hundred, five hundred a head to feed all those Indians for six months. No wonder they're starving. You say a pot hook brand, came a puppy? Yes, Totto. There are plenty of pot hook steers on Colby Raines. That's true, I remember seeing them. Now what are you going to do? Investigate this cabinet a little further. Looking for some bills of sale. Yes, here they are. Pot hook steers bought and paid for by this agency. Not hundreds of head, but thousands. So that's the answer. The government agent, Garrett, bought thousands of head of cattle delivered a few hundred head of the Indians. Yet the rest, given to the Colby ranch. Manager of the Colby ranch, he paid for them. But the money didn't go into the agency account. He went into Garrett's own pocket. So the Indians have been cheated. The government has been cheated. And K Colby has paid good money for stolen cattle. You have it all figured out, huh? Partically. I'll only need to look at the Colby ledgers. Garrett's private bank book to prove my case. And if the bank book's in this desk, I'm not here. Yes, here it is. You see, April 15th, May, June. A nice hole for Garrett. This won't do you any good. You better forget those papers and get out of town. I'm taking the papers and the bank book with me. You've been branded a renegade. If anyone sees you, they'll shoot. We'll make sure that you don't interfere with our getting away. When Roger Garrett and the sheriff entered the agency office a few minutes later, they found Derek Ford lying on the floor bound in gag. When the gag had been removed and his ropes cut. Derek, what happened? The masked man was here. Broke into that cabinet and took a lot of paper. Well, don't worry, we'll get him. I have a posse all set to ride. But the long ranger and tuffer were well on their way to the Colby ranch. There they found K and Larry Gage at the ranch house. One close look at the mighty silver. And the girl and the foreman were absolutely sure of the masked man's identity. They invited him in and he showed them the papers he had brought from the agency. Then together they examined the ranch ledgers. Yes, you paid for all the cattle you received, Miss Colby. But the money went to Garrett. So Roger is a crook. And you were right about Derek all along, man. The question is, what do we do now? The first thing is to stop the Indians from raiding the valley. How? By giving them their rightful property, the Pothook steers you're grazing. I certainly don't want them if they don't belong to me. You may be able to get your money back later on from Garrett. Now we must move fast. Larry, how long will it take you to round up the herd and get it moving toward the reservation? Well, an hour or so. None of the boys are going to bed. I can have them in the saddle in 10 minutes. Toto, if you could tell the chief the herd was on its way, could you persuade him to hold his braves in check? Let me try. We can depend on you, Larry. Sure thing. All right, let's go, Toto. Larry and his men were starting their drive. But Roger Garrett and Derek Forbes had guessed the Lone Ranger might pay the ranch a visit and persuaded the sheriff and his posse to ride out there. They caught sight of the cowboy's south of Rock Canyon. Those cattle are on the move. Rustlers, there, rust is nothing. Who's your own men? That's Larry on the saddle. I still say rustlers. Now we have no orders for me to move that herd. Even if it shows. They're driving straight off Colbyland. I want you to stop them, Sheriff. Arrest them if you have to. Hold up there, Larry. What do you want, Sheriff? Stop hazing those steers, boys. Pay no attention. Keep them moving, boys. I give the orders around here. Not any more. You don't arrest him, Sheriff. This herd belongs to the Indians and we're driving it up the reservation. Who, what? Did the masked man persuade you to do that? He sure did. Dirty renegade. Renegade nothing. He's the Lone Ranger. That was no reason. A renegade and an outlaw. He started the uprising. He broke into the agency. I know he's dead. And I just wish I had the papers he took from there. Sheriff, it's these two who are trucks. I'm telling you, this herd belongs to the Indians and that Roger Garrett stole it. What do you say? That's true. The only reason the Indians have gone on the walk path is that they're hungry. Roger. It isn't true. They want scalps. And the masked man is their leader. Here he comes. Straight toward us. A thousand dollars to the man who kills him. Don't let him shoot, Sheriff. It's a Lone Ranger. Look at his cost. That's silver. The engine on the paint behind him, that's tunnel. Hold your fire, folks. Not a chance. I've got him dead in my sights. Before Garrett could squeeze the trigger, the Lone Ranger fired and the bullet caught the easterner and the right forearm. Good shot, mister. I know it's you trying it, and then, Jared, I've got you covered. Hold him. Hold him. He needs to be caught. Sheriff, I know you think I'm an outlaw. Not anymore, I do. Please believe me, then. This herd doesn't reach the Indians before dawn. There'll be a massacre. You get any proof that Garrett's been starving the Indians tonight, his own pockets? Yes, Sheriff. This bank book and these papers, read them all, but let's get the herd moving. Go to it. Come on, boys. Sheriff, the mask man's absolutely wrong. About me stealing. Certainly, those papers don't prove anything. They do, then. Got a thing. I'm not a smart lawyer like you, folks. And I'm not a smart thief like you, Gad. But I am smart enough to lock you both up until I can turn you over to the United States Margin. And don't talk to me about these papers. They're proof positives. They tell the whole story of an honorary scheme that might have ended up in a massacre if it hadn't been for the Lone Ranger. Where a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Tranglo Campbell Muir Incorporated. The 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.