 Fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hyo silver! The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the oat cereal that's ready to eat, Benny Crocker mixes, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording the Lone Ranger! You know, there's one snack that youngsters from 6 to 60 go for, and that's a chocolate fudge brownie, especially when they're perfect brownies. Like the kind you'll bake with Benny Crocker chocolate fudge brownie mix, so easy that the youngsters can turn out a perfect batch with no trouble at all. The finest ingredients are right in the mix, including softest silk cake flour, pure vegetable shortening, and rich chocolate flavoring. You just add water and eggs, add nuts if you like, blend and bake. Mmm, fudgy and chewy brownies that will fill a whole cookie jar. Each package of Benny Crocker brownie mix turns out 36 perfect brownies. There's such a treat for a family dessert topped with vanilla ice cream, or for a snack when you invite your friends over in the afternoon. Ask your mom to keep several packages of Benny Crocker brownie mix on hand, and someday soon why not surprise her and bake up a batch of delicious brownies for extra freshness, keep them in the cookie jar. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, 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 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 of Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! What's going on? Are you still there? The Lone Ranger and Tonto were riding along a route used by outlaws to travel from one hideout to another. They drew rain when they saw brushwood broken down on one side of the trail to make a narrow path. Let's investigate, Tonto. This way, Silver. Come on. The path led to a pile of stones beneath which the mask man and Tonto found emergency supplies and a letter addressed to Rip Logan, an outlaw who had been arrested and jailed two weeks earlier. Tonto, this letter tells the plan to rob the cattleman's bank in Longville. It's signed Jim Lane. I mean, never hearing him. Neither did I. If Logan joins them for the seventh of the month, we and two friends will rob the bank without Logan's help. The seventh? Yes, that's tomorrow. We can't reach Longville with a letter by that time, but we can warn the sheriff by telegraph. All right, let's go. Easy, sir. Easy, Tonto. The next morning, before any customers arrived, Sheriff Barlow of Longville stood at the cashier's window of the cattleman's bank discussing the telegram with two bank officials. It's signed by a friend. But it doesn't mention the names of the would-be bank robbers. What do you propose to do, Sheriff? I'll swear in some deputies and station them with rifles nearby building. Good idea. And what do you want us to do? Carry on business as usual. But avoid having any surplus money land around, like all these bills piled up there on the desk. Oh, these? Oh, this is an issue of paper money the government printed for this particular bank. It's worthless as it is now. The illegal tender each bank note has to be signed by the cashier and the president of the bank. We were just about to start signing the bills. Look, hey, good old way. Put your hands. It's a stick of paper. Three men whose faces were concealed by bandanas held guns as they advanced from the door. You, well, who chocked? I'm trying to trick so we'll shoot. Keep your hands high. I'll take the sheriff's gun. As one of the men stepped close and drew the sheriff's gun, the sheriff grabbed at his mask. Oh, I'll see your face. Oh, you rock him. I'll shoot him. You shot the sheriff. My bandana's calling my face. You don't like to do anything about it now. Get the money. Hey, there's a bushel of money piled up here. Step it in the sack and hurry. While two of the robbers packed the new currency into a grain sack, Jim Lane, their leader, held his gun on the bank officials. He glanced at the motionless form of the sheriff on the floor. Then looking past the officials and through the front door, he saw townsmen approaching from across the street. Men are coming towards the door. They must have heard the shot. We've got to get out of here. Our horses are behind the building. Take what cash you've got and go up the back door. The sheriff was badly wounded and unconscious, with no other lawman to organize an immediate pursuit. The three bandits made good their escape. Several hours later, in the cabin of Jim Lane, who was known in the community as a trapper, the robbers dumped their loot out of the sack. Give him Duke, handle the new money gregally. Duke, there must be over $100,000 here. Oh, we made a real haul. Yeah. What's the matter with you, Jim? Don't you like the looks of this money? Money, my eye. This paper isn't worth a cent. What? How do you figure? What do you mean? You fools took a special issue of paper money that hasn't been signed. Signed? Save it yourself. These notes are worthless until they're signed by the bank officials. Gosh, I didn't think you... You never think shit. You bungled this job from the start. Aside from grabbing worthless paper, you let the sheriff uncover your face. Now, if you're covering your face, now, if you're captured, both the bankers can identify you. It's a good thing you're a stranger in these parts. Jim, what do we do with this money? I don't know. Right now, I'm going back to town. To town? Yeah. I want to know what's going on. Meanwhile, the lone ranger and tautel riding toward Longville had twice trimmed their horses off the trail and into the shelter of Underbrush to avoid being seen by groups of horsemen. They were nearing town when the masked man said... Turn off, Tato, this way. Come on, boy. Turning off the trail for the third time, the two drew rain in a clump of dwarf pine. Oh, Tato. Oh, fella. Oh. You see two men coming this way? Yes, Tato. I think we turned off before they saw us. Tato, it looks to me as if a man hasn't progressed. You think bank already robbed? Think men look for robbers? That's how it appears. We'll find out. How? By asking the two men who are riding this way, they'll wait until they're close and sure themselves. Ah, it's heavy. All right, get ready. Now, come on, Tato. Come on, scout. Rain in! Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, he's masked. Don't shoot, mister. Keep your hands where they are, and you'll not be hurt. Take their guns, Tato. What do you murder now? Who's want? We're not outlaws, and we want nothing but information. Why are so many riders scouring the country around here? They're looking for you, too. Any other crook who helped you rob the bank? We didn't rob the bank. Don't tell me that. Changing clothes and horses might fool some men, but not me. When I'm looking for bank robbers and run into a masked man, I can put two and two together. Who are you? I'm the coroner. It's my job to take over the sheriff's duties when he can't perform them. What's the matter with the sheriff? You know good and well. He was shot by one of you bank robbers. He's still unconscious, and if he dies, you will hang. The grit and spunk of the fiery little coroner brought a trace of a smile to the masked man's lips. He needs silver closer, as he said. I'm sure you'll change your mind about our guilt when you see what I have here. As the lone ranger reached into his pocket for Jim Lane's letter to Rip Logan, the coroner made a desperate bid for freedom. He suddenly swung the free ends of his reins like a whip across the masked man's face. You killer! He was coming! Come on! Get up! Wait! You're not savvy! Let them go, son. We not safe them? Oh, what could we do with them? That corn is a game, little fellow. Just as stubborn as he is game. He's got plenty nerve. Yes, and he's convinced that we're the bank robbers. It's useful to try to change his mind. Well, me still got guns to take from. Heath them until we have a chance to return them. We'll find a campsite, and look for Jim Lane. Come on, son! Get up! 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 happy people have to say It's the Wheaties and we do, do, do an okay, okay That goes for the star wherever you are. Take Barbara Ann Scott, figure skating champion from the Northland. Watch her on this one. Barbara Ann's good. Now, there is a champ who's a real Wheaties fan. Sure helps to keep a gal up on her toes. A guy too. Take Bob Lemon who pitches a lot of ball for the Cleveland Indians. Lemon knows what champions know. Wheaties for breakfast away you go. Gosh, no wonder the champs of tomorrow are eating Wheaties today. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties flake. Keep on eating your Wheaties And you, we do, do, do an okay, okay Now to continue. The Long Ranger and Tottle rode to the woods east of town where they made camp in a gully. After leaving their blanket rolls and cooking gear to lighten the burden of their horses they set out in search of Jim Lane's cabin. Come on, Jim Lane! Meanwhile, Jim Lane spent the afternoon in town. Oh, oh, oh, easy. It was nearly sunset when he returned to his cabin to rejoin Duke and Skid. He's still unconscious, but the doc says he'll probably live. I suppose everyone's talking about the bank, Robby. Yeah. And almost everyone is looking for the robbers. I figured that would be the case. They're looking for a mask man riding a white horse and an Indian riding a paint. How come? Those two stopped the corner and Pete Lewis on the trail. They disarmed him and as I hear it intended to kill him. Pete and the corner had a narrow escape. So the corner thinks they're two with the bank, Robby. Yeah, he figures they changed clothes and horses. I wonder who they are. I don't know, Skid, but I think we'd better be on the watch for them. I wish you'd go outside and stand guard. Yeah, all right, Jim. And let me know if you see them coming this way. Right. Duke, I wanted to get Skid out of here while I talk to you. I found the camp of the masked man in Indian. Yeah. Uh-huh. While riding through the gully on my way from town I saw a new camp. No one was around, so I looked it over. How do you know it's the camp of the two who stopped the corner? In one of the bed rolls I found the corner's pistol and the gun with Pete Loomis's name carved on the handle. Well, they dug on it. But why don't you want Skid to know him? Because finding that camp gave me an idea for getting rid of him. He's dangerous to a stook. Maybe he's caught, he'll talk. And he's likely to be caught. They've got a description on the reward posters they've written. Reward posters, huh? Yeah. The banks offer a debt or a live reward of $1,000 for each of the three bank robbers and another $1,000 for the recovery of the bank notes. Oh, the bank notes are worth something to the bank even though we can't spend them. We don't dare try to spend them, Duke. The reward posters carry a warrant to everyone to examine all cattleman's bank currency. But I know a way to collect the reward money. How? While the masked man and the Indian are away from their camp we'll go there and hide the sack of bank notes. Skid's right out in front of the cabin. He'll want to know where we're going. We'll take them with us. And after we've planted the stolen cash, we'll kill them. Then wait for the masked man and Indian to show up. Then kill them? Yeah. That'll make three dead bank robbers worth $1,000 each. We'll get one of the posseys to go to the camp with us after the shooting. We'll say we spotted the outlaws and shot it out with them. The posseys will search the camp and buy it in the month. That'll do it. We'll not only get the reward, we'll also be rid of Skid. Let's go. Bring the sack of money. Right. In the meantime, the lone ranger and tato have been dodging posseys while checking on the occupants of shacks in the woods. It was dusk when they temporarily abandoned their search for Jim Lane's cabin to return to their camp for food. As they turned their tired horses into a gully, the masked man said, We'll soon be in camp. Uh, it's just brown bin. Sounds like silver hungry like you mean. I wonder, what's a trouble boy? Busca opera. Why you stop? Silver stopped at his own accord. I think he senses danger. Maybe posseys find our camp. That's possible. Easy for any big club. This mount auto. It is count easy, father. What we do? Leave the horses here. We go to the top of the gully and approach the camp without being seen. Moving silently, the masked man and his Indian friends soon reached a large boulder at the top of the gully near their camp. Looking down past the boulder, they saw two men armed with rifles. Those men are waiting for us. Go your guns. Maybe it's posseys. I'll call to them. Hey there! Who are you? The lone ranger untauttled through behind the boulder as you can jam open fire, rifle bullets glanced off the rock. You have to return the gunfire. Them colors fire 25. They have repeating rifles. Waste 20 bullets. When they stop to reload, we'll have a chance to aim past this rock and return the fire. Don't hurt the men. Just try to drive them away. Uh oh! Bullets from the guns of the lone ranger untautled streak past Jim and Duke. Others hit the ground near their feet. One shot smashed Jim's rifle. Another grilled Duke's hat. Them run for cover of brush. Come with me, turtle, and keep firing. The lone ranger untautled maintain spaced gunfire as they hurried down the steep slope of the gully. By the time they reached camp, the fleeing men were out of sight. Hold your fire, turtle. Them half horses hidden back in brush. Yes, they've gone, at least for the time being. I... Otto, look here in the brush with the edge of camp. Oh! Man first. He's dead. Stabbed with a knife. That's right. Him dead for half hour. That'd be longer. What's that beside him? Looks like a grain sack. I'll see what's inside. Me build fire, make more light. There's light enough to see. This is money. New bank notes. Cavillman's Bank of Longville. It's stolen money. Why are you here in camp? I don't know. Unless... Unless someone wanted to frame us for the robbery. Coroner, already they must. Yes. Strange cooks leave all that money. It's not so strange, Tutto. These bank notes are unsigned. They're worthless. Maybe it better we get way before party come. Find us with dead men money. No. No, Tutto. I have another idea. We'll stay right here and wait for a posse. Get the horses while I build a fire. Ah, me go. A short time later darkness had gathered. But the camp was lighted by a blazing fire. The lone ranger and Tutto to avoid being easy targets for anyone who chose to fire without warning. Waited in the concealment of underbrush at the edge of the camp clearing. Presently they heard a number of horses approaching through the gully. Men come this way. Sound like crossing. We'll soon know. You in that camp! We're calling on you to surrender. That sound like Coroner. Are you the Coroner? Yes. I'm on phone the law. Hold your fire and write in. We'll not resist. Step into view and hold your hand high. Will you trust him? Yes. Come on, Tutto. The group that rode into the camp included the Coroner, the two bank officials and the couple of other townsmen. As well as Jim Lane and his partner Duke. Jim Lane was right when he told us he and Duke had found the outlaws. We had a hand-to-hand fight with him. Didn't we, Duke? Yeah. We got one of them with a knife. First, we'd better disarm those two. And unmask that ombre. Wait. Mr. Coroner. I suggest that you look at the evidence in this case before you do anything else. You and the engine were going to kill Pete and me. No, you misunderstood our intention. I wanted to give you some vital evidence. He's a smooth talker, but that won't happen. Otto and I sent a telegram to warn the sheriff about the bank robbery. You did? The sheriff did receive a wire. He came to the bank to tell us about it just before the hold-up. That don't prove the mass plan, Senate. I think he's lying. I'll handle this, Jim. Do any of you recognize the dead man over there on the ground? Yes, I recognize this man. He's one of the robbers. You two keep your hands up. You've got the crooks. Duke and I claim the rewards for it. And here's the sack of stolen bank notes. And we're entitled to the reward for the recovery of the money, too. You'll get the rewards. You're entitled to? Mr. Coroner, in my shirt pocket, there's a letter of special importance in this case. I wanted to show it to you the last time we met, but I didn't have the chance. You'll keep your hands up. Very well. You'll find that the letter speaks for itself. How I got it is of no importance. Now, if one of you men will take it and read it aloud, you'll find... Yes, I'll do it. Moving close to the fire for light, the banker read aloud the letter the Lone Ranger and Toto had found in the cache near Thieves' trail. The assembled men listened intently until near the end of the reading when the coroner exclaimed... So the crooks wanted Rip Logan to help rob the bank. Who signed that letter? Jim Lane. It's alive. It's a forgery. The masked man's trying to frame me. Lane, I know your handwriting from the business you've done in the bank. I'll swear in court you signed this letter. I didn't, I tell you. Let me see the letter. Me, too. As postmaster, I know Lane Tane-Rotten. Jim, man, you do have a shack east of town as mentioned in the letter. I didn't write that. I say you did. I'll swear to it. Same here. The possemen were no longer paying any attention to the Lone Ranger and Toto. The masked man lowered his hands and held them close to his guns. Then Jim suddenly cried, All of your heists are hanging. Get him up. This is the same as a confession. You're not taking us to jail. Can't get away, Jim. We'll get you and Toto. We are getting away. Before we go, I'm going to kill that masked man. Out the kill. As the two cults thundered almost in unison, Jim Lane reeled backward. His white arm fell uselessly to his side and his heavy weapons slipped from his fingers. Here are my arms. Stand still. You'll get another bullet. Stop me, Joe. I'm helping myself. Flying to run through the rocks toward the horses, you've gave Toto a chance to act. You're not getting away. The Indians still on arms, flying upon the fleeting bandits' back like a tiger and brought him to the ground. My arms. You break it. You let go of it. Don't drop it. I give up. While Toto pulled you to his feet, the lone ranger pushed the wounded gang leader toward the coroner. Now, Mr. Coroner, do you have your three bank robbers and the stolen bank notes? You and the Indian have reward money coming. We accept no reward. What? We're interested only in doing things that help the West. Then West owes you a debt of gratitude for what you've done tonight. Come on, Toto. Where are you going? We're through with our work here. Oh, you'll find your gun and pizza right there beside our campfire. Adios. I'd certainly like to know who that masked man is. Imagine turning down a reward. I can think of only one man who turned down a reward and that masked man fits the description of it. 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