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All the good things are right in the mix. You just add water and two fresh eggs for a perfect cake every time you bake. Cake after cake after cake. It's guaranteed perfect by Betty Crocker of General Mills Minneapolis. Have mom bake a peanut-delight cake real soon, huh? With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mask writer of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. So where in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice? Return with us now to those willing 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 because I am Silver! Best Billings, a rough, strong-minded woman, owned a large freight line with headquarters in San Antonio, Texas. On several occasions during recent months, large shipments either going to or coming from the Mexican border were stolen by a gang of outlaws. One morning, Bess was talking to her manager, Carlos Mendoza, in her office. Carlos, there's another big shipment of valuable goods to be sent to Monterey, leaving tomorrow. I want you to make certain our best men are fine to get it through. See, Senora, I will put the peace in charge of the wagon. The business won't stand much more of it, Carlos. We have to take precautions against further robberies. Yes, Senora. Now, the wagons will be loaded during the night and will leave here at dawn. Tell Pete to pick his men carefully. Yes. Now, one more thing. You're going to have to sort of take over for about a month starting in a couple of weeks. I'm, uh, expecting confusion. Of course, Senora. Remember I told you I had a son, Bob? You said he's in St. Louis. Yeah, he went to school there and took some kind of job with a firm back east. I had a letter saying he's coming out to visit me. Oh, I haven't seen him for some years. Is it tender for to the waist, no? Oh, you might put it that way. But he's my son, and that's enough for me. Oh, but now you better go and make arrangements for that shipment. It's a right away, Senora. Here's your birthday, Carlos. Road to a cabin in the nearby hills. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. Ready for more action, huh? Yeah, we're tired of sitting around. What's up this time? Another big shipment of valuable goods, Senora. Pete will be leading the wagons and he will cooperate with you. He will stop the wagons at the Nueces River and have the horses on hitch or watering. There, you will move in bringing the usual pack horses to carry the cargo from the wagon. Store the way in the large cave down the river. Later, we take it to the boat at Corpus Christi. All right, Carlos. We'll be there whenever you say. The wagons leave at dawn tomorrow. You can judge about when they reach the river. Sure. We'll be there. Wait. In the insurance office in St. Louis, Bob Billings sat listening as the manager of the company talked. Bob, we're sending you to San Antonio to investigate the freight line robberies. Your mother owns that line and from what you tell me doesn't know you're an insurance investigator, right? That's right, Mr. Manley. I figure you can go out there presumably just to visit your mother. I'm counting on you as our best man to solve those robberies. I'll do my best. By the way, you'll need help. I've written to a certain padre in the West who will get in touch with a friend of mine, a masked man who rides with an Indian. A masked man? That's right. He helps keep law and order in the West. He's known as the lone ranger. Well, how will I get in touch with him? Don't worry. He'll get in touch with you, Bob. Good. I already wrote mother I'd be out to visit her in about two weeks. Don't tell her the purpose of your visit. You'll have to play the part of a visiting tenderfoot son for a while. No one need know you're an expert rider and gunman. Don't worry, sir. I'll put on an act that'll make my mother wish I hadn't come out there. Good. Remember, Bob, as a private investigator for this company, you've taken a note to do your duty. Now, better go get packed. Your train leaves tonight. Now, remember, Mr. Manley. Goodbye. Goodbye and good luck. In San Antonio, the wagons have left on schedule. When they near the Nueces River, Pete, who rolled horseback alongside the head wagon, spoke to the driver. We'll stop at the river, Hank, to water the horses and let them rest a while. Good idea, Pete. It's muddy, hot, and dusty. I'll tell the other drivers to unhitch the horses and lead them into the water. Ah, get up. Get up. Later at the river, the horses were unhitched from the sixth wagon when... Hey, look out, boys! Let me tell you, use your guns! Stop that gun's on the end. Your dog will shoot you in the horse. Do as he says, man. There's too many for it. Show your guns on the river bank. Hank, mind, I'll see you men cover them while we transfer the cargo from the wagons to our pack horses. Let's go, man. The empty wagons returned to San Antonio, and best billings paced the floor of her office as she talked to Carlos and Pete. Oh, that gang knows every move we make. This sort of thing is going to ruin my business. I've got to do something about it. But what can you do, Senora? We can put on more men to... Hey, just a minute. A friend of mine, Clair-Belle Holmes. I've got to do something about it. What can you do, Senora? A friend of mine, Clair-Belle Holmes, knows the Lone Ranger. I'm going to get a message to Clair-Belle, and see if she can persuade him to come here. The Lone Ranger? I've heard of him. Yeah, yes, you're right. Who hasn't? And believe me, if he does come here, I've written that gang on real estate up and take notice. Some days later, the Lone Ranger and Carlos at the request of their good friend, Clair-Belle, rode to the territory near San Antonio. As they stopped to rest their horses, Toto said, You think gang that robbed Brateline still operate around here? Well, from what Mrs. Billings said in her letter to Clair-Belle, gang has been operating for some time, Toto. She lives in a large house on the edge of town. After dark, we'll go there and get the details from her. That's good idea. Now, what about message you get from Padre, about young fellow from St. Louis? Strangely enough, the young man is Mrs. Billings' son, Bob. He may have arrived by now. If he has, we'll not let his mother know we were to meet him. Be savvy. According to Mr. Manley's letter that the Padre showed me, Bob is to investigate the robberies while he's presumably visiting his mother. Even she isn't to know. He's the insurance investigator. We'll work with him to solve the robberies and find the gang. Let's go, Toto. Is he said a big fellow? Come on, Toto! Bob Billings had arrived that morning and best called in Carlos and Pete to introduce him. You stand for our seniority. Yeah, Carlos. I want you and Pete to meet my son, Bob. Bob, this is my manager, Carlos, and Pete, the wagon boss. Hello, Carlos, Pete. My mother's been telling me about the outlaw gang that's been operating against the freight line. No, she isn't, your Bob. It is a big gang. They still do have a smart leader, aren't they, Pete? That's right. Mother, I sure wish there was something I could do to help catch them. Oh, forget it, Bob. We'd got to admit you're a tender foot and you'd be no match for hombres like them. It takes a real hombre with plenty of nerve to go after men like them. Don't see there you two have been any kind of match for me, though. Bob and I are going home to suffer. We'll see you both later. Hello, Senora. You hear that, Carlos? Mother, I sure wish there was something I could do to help catch them. You were a dude. We were afraid he might be the snoopy guy. We have nothing to worry about from him, Senor Pete. Yeah, but the masked man and his Indian friend will be getting here before long. What about them, Carlos? Do not worry, Pete. The Senora will introduce me to them. Then I watch them closely. If they seem to be getting on our track, they will not live long enough to tell about it. 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 Keane. We love to see him belt that ball and make the fielders climb the wall. And Richie Ashburn, yes indeed. He plays baseball at Wheaties' speed. Just watch him flash from base to base. This boy could win in any race. Yes, sir. Harvey Keane and Richie Ashburn are long time Wheaties fans. Both of them know there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' plate. Wheaties, breakfast of champions. Now to continue. That night, after dark, the lone ranger and caho rode to the Billings' house on the edge of town, where they met best Billings and were introduced to her son Bob. While best was out of the room, the masked man mentioned receiving the letter from Bob's boss in Kansas City. Later, Carlos arrived at the house to meet the lone ranger and caho. The masked man discussed the shipment that was to go out in two days and suggested a plan. I suggest that caho and I follow the wagons at a distance. If the gang attacks, have your drivers give up immediately. Then when the outlaws leave with their pack horses and the cargo, we will trail them to their hideout while someone goes for the sheriff. See, see that he's a very good idea. What do you think, Senora Billings? If that's the way the masked man wants it, we'll do it that way. Instruct them in. Senora, I will go now. Let us hope the plan works, Senora. If it doesn't, my company be sunk for sure. Now they ought to, everyone. Good night. Good night, Carlos. Well, it's a little time we went back to our camp. Bob, would you care to walk to our horses with us? Perhaps I can give you some helpful information about the West. Go on, Bob. You can learn a lot from the masked man. Be glad to. Good night, Mrs. Billings. We'll do our best to see if those outlaws are captured. Good night. I want to change our plans. Why? Right now, I don't trust anyone who works for your mother's company. If they all think we're following the first plan, well and good. What other plans do you have? I suggest you identify yourself for the sheriff. Have him meet you with his men about two miles from town. Then what? Suggest that he bring about 20 men. Your mother said she's sending five wagons. Have the sheriff hide three men in each wagon. That's 15. The other five men will follow at a distance leading the horses. Hey, that's a fine idea. Tell them not to go into action until the outlaws start to unload. I'll be close enough to move in and help. Fine. The sheriff and I are riding one of the wagons. But what about the drivers? If one of them is not to be trusted... Watch everybody connected with the wagons. All right. I'll see the sheriff in the morning. Good. We'll be seeing you, Bob. Good night. Good night. Good night. We'll be seeing you, Bob. Let's go. The morning the wagons were to leave, Carlos secretly met Pete for a short talk in the office before best arrived. Pete, the plan is to have the drivers give up at once. Then the mask man and Indian plan to follow Sandy and the gang after they load the pack horses. Holy mackerel! But we shall trick them. The shipment is headed for Monterey in Mexico. Now, when the trail goes through a stretch of wood, the gang will move in and take over their wagons. And they will drive them straight on through to Mexico. The mask man will be following at a distance, and he will not know anything is wrong. Sandy and the gang will move in quietly so they will be no done by them. That's 15 just right. Mrs. Billings told the drivers last night no matter what happens to give up without a fight. I know. Well, I got to tell Sandy now. Delay the wagons for about an hour, and then start. When the wagons finally reached a point two miles from town, Pete was surprised to see the sheriff with Bob and 20 men ride from a stand of peace. Stop the wagons! Hi, Pete. This is Bob Billings, best-billing son. He'll be given the order some hours. Hey, what is this? We're changing the plans. The sheriff's men are going to ride inside the wagons with a car. Now, hold on. I was put in charge of these wagons. If you're going in a field, you can go back to town. All right, get up there. Wait a minute. Hey, let go of my horse and try to... You're not leaving, Pete. Get off your horse and get under the seat of the first wagon beside the driver. No tender foot's going to tell me what to do on this. What a fast draw! There's no tender foot. Drop your gun. Drop it! Why? You may be in the clear, but I'm making sure. You'll ride on the wagon, Pete, and I'll be in the wagon with a gun at your back if you try anything. All right, sheriff. Let's get the men into the wagon. All right. Come on, get moving now. When the sheriff's men were hidden inside the wagons, Bob gave the order to move on. All right, let's go. Yes! It was early afternoon when the wagons reached the long stretch of wood of which Carlos had spoken. All right, men. There's the wagon. Let's go. The outlaw gang rolled out in front of the wagons with menacing guns. Hey, Steve, what are you doing riding the wagon, Steve? I just decided to ride this for you, that's all. All right, you drivers, you're all covered. Throw your guns to the ground. Now all you get down, all except Pete. I may no time gag you and hide in the woods with our horses. Somebody will find you there later. Now get moving. The drivers were taken into the woods, then tied and gagged. Then the gang's horses were hidden among the trees back from the trail with the idea that Carlos would get them later. Finally, Sandy called out. All right, men, there are five wagons. That means two of you on each seat. All right, come on. As the men started to climb onto the wagon seats, Pete suddenly leaked from the first wagon, shouting, Stay away! Run for the woods! Stoppillings leaned forward and fired. Oh, my leg! Now, get him quick! Right! Let him have it! The talismans sprang from the wagons with guns blazing. The outlaws, taken completely by surprise, fought back desperately. The leader, Sandy, still on horseback spurred his horse down the trail. The leader's getting away! The lone reins were untaught who had heard the gunfire and urged their horses into a gallop. The masked man saw the leader, Sandy, the only man mounted, heading down the trail without stopping near the wagons. He started in pursuit. Faster, big fella! Faster! Come on, quickly! Sandy heard the famous cry and panic-stricken turned in the saddle and fired. When his gun clicked on empty cartridges, he hosted it, then gave his attention to losing the masked figure behind him. But the great horse, Silver, exerted every effort to lessen the distance between them. Then the lone ranger used his lariat. The rope suddenly snaked out and dropped around Sandy's shoulders. Silver instinctively reared back. The talk line dragged Sandy from the saddle. Big fella, easy, easy now. All right, you get up. Don't, don't, don't shoot at my shoulder. I'm taking you back to the wagons. Then you'll do some fast talking if you don't want to die. Now get going. By the time the lone reins were arrived at the wagons with Sandy, the gang had been subdued. Pete and Sandy outdid each other in putting the blame on Carlos. When they finished, the sheriff spoke. We'll pick up Carlos when we get back to town. Here comes the rest of my men leading our horses. My mother sure was taken in by a fine bunch of crooks. I can't understand. Carlos was taken in by you. He thought you were a tenderfoot. I don't savvy all this. Bob Billings is the insurance investigator. What? And far from being a tenderfoot. Bob, I think you ought to resign and come run your mother's business. That's a good idea, Sheriff. Now that I've met that masked man, I want to get to know him better and be... Hey, where is he? The Indian has gone too. I saw him leave him quietly a while ago after they helped attend to the wounded. Bob, there's one army who doesn't hang around after a job is done. He saw that his plan worked out and the gang got captured. That's all he's interested in. But if you decide to stay out here, I guarantee you'll never have a finer friend than the Lone Ranger. Sure, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Cranville Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer friend Boy. 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