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Ask mom to keep several packages of Betty Crocker cake mix on hand and bake up a perfect cake soon. 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 horse Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Come on Silver, what's going on? Shortly after the civil war ended, General Hazen was placed in charge of the Department of Indian Affairs. Hazen tried to be fair with the Indians, but many of the agents employed by the department were unscrupulous. Slade Jetty, the agent at the Lone Pine Reservation, was one of the worst. When word of his dishonesty reached Hazen, the general acted immediately. He justified Slade Jetty that he was sending the lone ranger to make an investigation. But instead of going to the Reservation personally, the masked man sent Tonto to call on an old medicine man named Red Feather. In his TP, Red Feather greeted Tonto warmly. Colonel, he long time sends me see you and masked friends. Ah, lone ranger want to see you now. Come, we take you to camps near here. With a letter from General Hazen in his pocket, Slade Jetty had been in front of Red Feather's TP half an hour later. A gunslinger named Bob Morgan and the Indian Chief Black Eagle were with him. The three partners in crime hoped to conceal their guilt from the lone ranger by killing Red Feather. As he dismounted, the mission educated Chief said, Red Feather not here. He must be on the Reservation somewhere. We will look for him. While you're at it, I'll ride to town. For what? Try to find out if anyone's seen or heard about the lone ranger. He wouldn't be foolish enough to appear in town with a mask over his face. There's no telling what he'll do. Let me know what you find out about him, Buff. Right. Give him a call. Come, Slade. We will look for Red Feather. We must get rid of him before he tells the masked man what he knows. Well, we look first. First, we will see if his horse is gone. If it is, we will follow his practice. Tuttle guided Red Feather to a hillside clearing where a tall broad-shouldered man wearing Indian buckskins waited for them. As the medicine man grew rain, he looked quizzically at Tuttle. Tuttle, you say you bring me to Lone Ranger. That's right. Where, masked friend? Don't you recognize me, Red Feather? Your voice is him, Lone Ranger. But him look like Indian. By posing as an Indian, I hope to learn the truth about what's going on at the Reservation. Oh, that might be smart. That way Indian agents are not able to keep you from finding out about trouble. Does he know about it? May think him crook. You have proof of that? No proof. Only suspicion. Did you know Indians from the Reservation have attacked state churches and supply trains? He know. There are ten, twelve young slaves there, led by Chief Black Eagle. Black Eagle was the oldest son of Chief Lame Bear. That's right. When Chief Lame Bear died, Black Eagle become Chief. Black Eagle mission educated Indian. Him know how to read and write white man's language. But him not good Chief. What about a younger brother, Little Crow? Little Crow, good Indian. But him flayed Black Eagle. Not bad. Little Crow, not chief but tribe. Where did the Renegade Indians got their weapons? Maybe Indian agent give them. Slay Jerry? Him or a friend. Name of Buff Morgan. How you learn about attacks? The driver of the last stage coach attack wasn't killed. After the Indians and the two white men with them left. The driver managed to reach town. You wonder why people in town not suspect Indians before this? There were no tracks to show that Indians took part in the attacks. But the law did find tracks left by two horses wearing shoes. Everyone thought two white men were responsible for the crime. Chief Black Eagle even smarter than we think. The wounded driver reached the sheriff's house after dark. He was afraid to talk for fear being killed. Until sheriff Wilson promised no one would know he survived. Me savvy. Wilson concealed him in his house and sent a secret report to Washington. Saying that a dozen Indians and two white men attacked the stage. What happened to a driver after that? He died. Too bad. Yes. The men who killed him will pay for it, Redfeather. Who sent you here? General Hazen. Sheriff Wilson and I worked together. But I'll not go to Wilson until I have evidence enough to arrest the guilty men. Me no guilty men. One night we see him come back to reservation with Root. You watch him hide it. Does anyone know that? No. Me keep quiet. For the same reason stagecoach driver keep quiet. I understand. Me think it's smarter to wait for a chance to act. But it's plenty hard to do anything with crooked agents in charged reservations. Me not even able to go town to see sheriff. You may have run a risk coming here. It worked risk to see you. Tell you what we know. Unknown to the disguised Lone Ranger and his friends, Slade Jelly and Black Eagle approached the campsite on foot. A wise renegade moved carefully lest he betray their presence. But suddenly he stopped and pointed to the clearing ahead. There is Redfeather Slade. Talking to two Redskins. Quiet. We don't want him to hear us. One of those Indians is Tatl. The friend of the Lone Ranger. I saw him once years ago. The Mask Man wasn't with him, but I remember reading his ancient pal. Who is the third Indian? I never saw him before. I wonder how much Redfeather told them. I'm wondering where the Mask Man is. His Indian friends must know that. Come on Chief Black Eagle. We'll get those three. A moment later the disguised Lone Ranger Redfeather and Tatl were startled by Chief Black Eagle's shock command. Raise your hands. And do it fast before I blow your heads off. Chief Black Eagle! We followed you here Redfeather. All three of you are covered. Chief Black Eagle, why you come here with Slade Jetty? You will answer the questions Redfeather, not Black Eagle. I will cover them Slade while you disarm them. First I'll see if Redfeather's armed. You know me not carry guns. I'll make sure of that. And you'll disarm your pals. They might try a fast move if I try to take their guns. I reckon you were telling the truth. He has no weapons? No. Redfeather will cover you and your pals while you take their guns. Me not take guns from friends. So as I say I'll kill you now. You continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. Get that cowboy ride that brunk. Who is it Lone Ranger? That's champion Bob Burrows. Watch him stay in that saddle. He sure makes it look easy. Well you know it isn't. Brunk busting is hard to do, harder to learn. Take Bob Burrows. I know he started riding as a youngster. He took his share of spills but he kept at it. And he kept in condition including eating his Wheaties. In fact now that Bob Burrows is a champion he still eats Wheaties. Plenty of practice. Plenty of the right food. That's sound advice for anyone hoping to be a champion. It surely is Lone Ranger because champions are made, not born. And there's a good solid reason why Wheaties can give you the energy to go a long, long way. It's this. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. A whole kernel of wheat. The cereal grain that's famous for energy. Champions are made, not born. Get on your way with Wheaties. Breakfast of champions. Now to continue. When Red Feather refused to take his friend's weapons, Slade stepped toward the old medicine man with a hand-up raise to strike him. Covered by Chief Black Eagle, the Lone Ranger had no chance to draw his own gun. But he spoke quickly to save Red Feather from the blow. It's alright Red Feather. Take our gun. You. You do not speak like an Indian. Nor do you. I am mission educated. I read and write better than a lot of white men. I also learned the white man's language. You learned your lesson well. Yeah, mighty well. Keep your hands high. Red Feather, disarm them. Red Feather obeyed without speaking. For fear he might say too much and betray the Lone Ranger's identity. When the disguised Lone Ranger and Totho had been disarmed, Slade tied the wrists of the prisoners. Then Chief Black Eagle asked, Where is the Lone Ranger? Me not know what you mean. There's no use lying, Red Feather. I know he's coming here to make an investigation. Wait, Slade. Huh? If the masked man is to meet him here, he may surprise us as we surprise Red Feather and his friends. Yeah, that's so. We will take them to Buck Morgan's cabin. Good idea, Black Eagle. By mid-afternoon, Black Eagle and Slade Jetty reached Buck Morgan's cabin with their prisoners. A few minutes later, Buck returned from town. Slade explained how and why the three Indians had been captured. Good work, Slade. He was smart to bring him here. What did you find out in town about the Lone Ranger? Nothing. No one's seen a thing of the masked man. Did Kato ride the white horse I saw outside? His red-skinned pal wrote that statement. The horse belongs to the Lone Ranger. What? What? There's a complete riding out of the mask and the saddlebags. Also a pair of ivory-handled coats and a cartridge belt full of silver bullets. I told you the Lone Ranger would be too smart to appear with a mask over his face. If he isn't town, he must be wearing a disguise. That'd explain why no one in town saw the masked man. Kato and his mission-educated pal know the truth. We'll beat it out of them if we have to. Redskinned, where's the Lone Ranger? If you stop the stagecoach when it comes through Granite Canyon about 6.15 this evening, you will probably find him. There's no 6.15 stagecoach. Do you think the Lone Ranger wearing a mask would ride with other passengers on the regular stage? Ah, might be a special stage. But if you're alive... It'll be easy to find out whether he is or not buff. We'll get the Indians from the reservation and go to the canyon. How about these three? Well, keep them here. It'll be fine. The Lone Ranger. Oh, watch them. You're well. But to make sure you have no trouble with them, we'll tie their feet as well as their hands before we leave. After the prisoner's ankles were securely tied, Buff went outside with his friends to show them the saddlebags containing the Lone Ranger's weapons and clothing. As soon as they were out of here shot, Toto turned to the disguised Lone Ranger. Here, Subby, why you tell Crook's story about 6.15 stage? I wanted to get them out of this cabin. Oh, what good it do get them out of cabin with giant plenitite? Look on the floor near the wash stand, Redfeather. Huh? May not see anything. There's a razor on the floor. Let me see it. It may be old one. Buff, throw away. No matter how old it is, it'll be sharp enough to cut these ropes. I'll try to reach it before Buff comes back. While Toto and Redfeather listened anxiously to the voices outside the cabin, the disguised Lone Ranger squirmed across the floor, then tumbled with his hands behind his back until he gripped the razor. I have it. Men, still talk outside. Good. If we have only a couple of minutes more, we'll all be free. Free? Ropes with razors. I can't cut the ropes on my own, Redfeather. I think I can cut yours. Turn your back, huh? Your hands are free. You'll be able to release Redfeather and me. There. Within a few minutes, all of the prisoners were rid of the ropes that had held their wrists and ankles. They heard Slade and Black Eagle mount their horses and ride away. Yes! Instead of returning to the cabin at once, Buff remained outside, watching his friends ride away. When Slade and Black Eagle were almost out of sight, Buff turned to re-enter the cabin. By that time, the Lone Ranger and Toto were flattened against the wall, one on each side of the open door. As Buff stepped through the doorway, the Lone Ranger grabbed him. The Lone Ranger clamped a hand over the outlaw's mouth, while Toto snatched weapons from the startled men. You have guns. Give us that. Good. There you go. But don't try a fast move. How did you get free? It was easy. Thanks to your carelessness with a razor. What we do now? You tie and gag Buff. Then I'll put on my own clothing and ride to Sheriff Wilson's office. What clothes are you talking about? The clothing you found in Silver's saddlebags belongs to me. You? You mean you? I'm the Lone Ranger. I don't know. We get ropes tied this time. While Redfeather and Toto tried Buff, the Lone Ranger brought his saddlebags into the cabin. With his back to Buff and the medicine man, he washed the stain from his hands and face and quickly changed from buckskins to his own clothing. When his mask was in place, he turned. Toto, if you'll stay here to guard Buff, Redfeather will be able to return to the reservation. Ah, you watch, Crook. Redfeather, would it be possible for you to re-enter the reservation without being seen? Oh, be no secret way to get inside reservations. Good. When you reach it, have someone you trust to find up a dozen or more reliable men. Bring them secretly to Chimney Rocks. I'll meet you there at 5 o'clock. Adios. Adios. Oh, hello there. As quickly as possible. On the outskirts of the small community, he pulled his steps in low over his mask, then got his silver to an alley, which led to the back door of Sheriff Wilson's office. He dismounted and went inside. Oh, he said we could... Wilson looked up from his desk and explained... Great Scott! Hello, Sheriff. If you were the mask man I'm expecting, you'll have a torn piece of blank paper that'll match up to the piece that was sent to me. That'll identify you. From an oiled silk pouch, fasten to a fine chain that hung around his neck. The lone ranger drew a neatly folded piece of heavy stationery. General Hayeson sent this to me. I'll see if the torn edge matches my hand. The Sheriff took half of a sheet of stationery from his desk, and placed the torn edges side by side. Satisfied, Sheriff? Yep. You're the man I've been waiting for. The killer's reward will attack a stagecoach in Granite Canyon this evening at 6.15, Sheriff. There's no stage tonight? There will be if you cooperate with me. Just tell me what to do. In a few words, the lone ranger explained the situation to the listening lawman. I'll see that four well armed deputies are inside the stage. But it'll be tall going hard to find anyone with nerve enough to drive it. I'll handle the range. You may stop a bullet if you do. I'll rest there to capture those men. There'll be 14 of them in the canyon. Oh. Four of my men will be hiding in the stagecoach. And I'll get eight more to ride to the canyon ahead of time. But we may need more than that. We'll have the help of Redfeather and a dozen or so trusted Indians from the reservation. We could use their help, but they've got no weapons. That's why I asked Redfeather to meet us at 5 o'clock at Chimney Rocks. We'll take rifles and ammunition to them. Now, Sheriff, if you'll make arrangements for the stagecoach. I'm on my way, mister. At a quarter to six, Redfeather with his braves and the sheriff's deputies were in places of concealment. They saw Slade and Chief Black Eagle ride into the canyon. Oh. Watch them dismount and select positions for the intended ambush. Slade looked at his watch. What time is it, Slade? 13 minutes past six. Listen. I hear the stagecoach. Right on schedule. We must concede ourselves. Come, Slade. I'm with you, Black Eagle. Joining our followers behind huge rocks along the canyon floor, Slade and Chief Black Eagle waited tensely for the stagecoach to enter the canyon. As the vehicle approached, the sheriff's men concealed themselves and the thieves saw only the man on the driver's seat. Who is handling the rain? It had crimps pulled so low it hiked his face. He would hold that fire until he stopped the horses. Just make sure the men keep the passengers covered. They know what to do. All right, that stage is close enough. What's the horses? Get cover! Keeping his head down so his mask was not seen, a womb ranger halted the horses. From the corner of his eye, he saw the outlaws and Indians. They stepped from behind rocks, which wiped those rays. The masked man leaped on the driver's seat. The move was a signal to the men of the Canyon River. They opened fire. The startled ambushers looked up. Giving the lone ranger the sheriff and his deputies time to reach the protection of sheltering rocks. A moment later, their guns were in action. Get back to the cover the rocks! The rocks pulled the protection from the south coming from the Canyon River. Everyone, let's get out of here. Black Eagle. I hit Slade. Help me. Help yourself. I'm getting out of here. Slade and the renegade who had even moved it made a desperate run for their horses. But flight was useless. Bullets from the Canyon rim dropped several in their tracks. Others went down under the devastating fire of the sheriff's men and the lone ranger. Hold on. You can't fly yourself alive. Make a run for the horses. Just then, little crow, red feather and other loyal brave moved into place at the end of the canyon, rocking it. Slade and the surviving Indians halted. You make move me. Kill you. Don't shoot her. I give up. The fight was over. Here, Sheriff Wilson and the deputies rounded off the renegades. Yeah, that does it. We've got all of them. There's one more, Sheriff. Oh, who's he? That's Morgan. All right. Do his cabin. We're tunnels guarding him. We'll bring him into town. I'll be waiting there for him, Mr. I'll see you later, Sheriff. Your horse is with mine at the other end of the canyon. Right. Sheriff, after cooks in jail, me show you a place on reservation where black eagle and friends hide loot from robberies. I'll ride to the reservation with you to get it, red feather. Oh, who's this young Indian? Him, little crow. Young brother of chief black eagle. Oh, Sheriff. Well, little crow, with black eagle out of circulation, you'll be chief of the tribe. Oh, that's plenty good. Little crow makes fine chief sheriff. Me want you know all braves on reservation not bad like black eagle and friends. I know that, little crow. And so will General Hazen when he gets a report from the Lone Ranger. 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