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With his faithful Indian companion followed, the daring and resourceful masquerader of the planes led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. No where in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice. Returning with us now to those willing days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoops beats of the great horse Silver! The Lone Ranger rides again! It was always noisy in the carpenter's shop at the territorial prison. Camelion nails already driven and making their sores squeal. The men in convict strikes escape the wrath of the watchful guards, by appearing to be hard at work. But there was another purpose behind the deliberate racket they raised. The sounds of their tools drowned their voices as they carried on forbidden conversations, speaking through lips which did not move. In one corner of the shop, Billy B. Hung, a train robber under a light sentence, wielded a hammer on a rock box which had been ordered for a dead inmate. Standing beside him, two prisoners known as Big Nose and Horse Face, fitted a lid on a sinister box. Billy B. Hung was asking Horse Face who's going to wear this wooden overcoat. Lord Jake Perry. Where abouts he bein' shit? Oh, Dark City, I hear. Oh, Dark City. Yes, we all see what's got caught by the Lone Ranger. And he can't sellin' friends Mahank and Uncle Homeapost. Yeah, and I haven't forgotten that. In fact, I heard somethin' about Mahank when we had a sound issue. There you did. What was it? Sorry, Sam. The trustee runs the prison market. Asked me the word that old Jake's body is dissent to her. He landed on Signal Hill. Seems that he's liked that place here. I'm on Signal Hill. I can't figure out the tie-up between her and Perry. See, all I thought he was innocent. That's old Jake told me once. He said she was the only one who stuck up for him doin' his trial. I'd like to drive this kick of nails into that cheap hippopotamus. Little monkey she married. Oh, it's the Lone Ranger. I'd gladly be hung like he put it in a box like this one. The only way you'll ever get out of this place is in a rough box. In a rough box? I wonder. On the following day, the Lone Ranger sat at a campfire a few miles from Modoc City. He held a newspaper which Conno had brought back from town a short time before. Looking up from the first page, he said, Oh, this paper carries stories about two strange disappearances. Billy B. Hung is vanished from prison. An inexpress agent vanished from a train on which a well as far goes safe was mysteriously looted. What colors of prison think happened to Billy B. Hung? It was last seen when he and two other convicts carried a rough box into the prison morgue. Billy B. Hung's companions and a trustee who worked in the morgue are being questioned. The warden has promised to get to the bottom of the mystery. If Billy B. Hung loose again, maybe him tried to kill more Hank, Uncle Homer. That's a possibility. Did you see more Hank when you were in town today? Ah, me see her. Her get fixed to very old color named Jake Perry, who died in prison. Body come on train this morning. That was a trend from which the express agent disappeared. That may have carried Billy B. Hung to freedom in Jake Perry's rough box. Then done before. That's plenty strange. Here's a little bit. Here's a little bit. Here's a little bit. Here's a little bit. The modic city, steady silver easy. Our friends may be in danger even now. Motao. Motao. That afternoon, ma Hank and Uncle Homer met in the kitchen of her hotel, the henway house. The 275 pound landlady, found out on the pine frieze but peppery lawyer who had abandoned the New York office to become her second husband and the two gun westerner. Homer! Take those guns off Prado, but it isn't fitting to go to a barrier wearing suit and iron. My dear, I feel most unmanly without them. I'm a personage of some importance in the world of gun fighters and must keep up appearances. Did I not lay low to notorious Billy B. Hong? There you winged the varmint with a lucky shot. Now you clipped spear on your Easter lingo and said those smoke wagons. Yes, yes, I'm shabby, but don't get rambly now. I'll hang my guns out on this chair while we plant your old friend Jake. Well, come on now. Where'd you leave the bus board after you picked up the rug box at the beach? Right down here in the alley. I hitched up the teams again. I had a couple of fellas to dig a hole on the hill. They're waiting for us, so climb up on the seats. Right? Yes. I'm up. Now take the line. You just hold those critters steady. Oh, my face. No bug board ever bucks after I get on it. Somebody's riding up the alley. What? It's Tardo again. And he's got a little rangers with him. Wait, folks. We're waiting, Mr. Adley. Oh, no. Wait. Point your guns at that rug box. Billy B. Hong may be in it. In there? That box was shipped to me. It has old Jake Perry's death certificate attached to it. Have you looked inside it? No. Why in the world would the warden send Billy B. Hong to me? Of all people? I didn't know the poke-head was dead. I doubt that he is. I think he used this box as a means of escape. Ma, the masked man may be right. I saw on the paper that the farmer had disappeared after he and some other convicts took a rough box to the prison's dead house. It's the one kind of box that probably would be passed out of prison without an inspection. Then let's take a look. Tardo, we're getting into the buckboard. Bring your hatchet. Use the blade to pry open the lid while I cover you. Let me do it. Go in. I just had my guns now. This lid's been lifted before. It's already easy. Stay back, ball-hank. There. He got lid loose. Now, let me lift it. Who in blazes is that fella? Him, not Billy Behung. Why, he's not old Jay-Z here. Is he gay? No, but he's had several severe blows on the head. He may remain unconscious for hours. We might have buried the poor fella. Who do you reckon he is? There's a well-fargo bag on his coat which identifies him. He's a missing express agent. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Sailor Sam is the smartest boy. Whoever shouted jibble hi, he can weather any storm that blows. He's got gold power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got gold power. Cheerios, they got gold. So nourishing because they're made from oats with minerals, vitamins and proteins that your body needs. Yes, indeed. A bowl of Cheerios and milk really starts your day off right. It does all sorts of good things for your body. It helps you have strong bones and muscles, good red blood and healthy nerves. So every morning, take on a bowl of Cheerios and milk for real gold power. You like that wonderful toasted oat flavor too. Downright delicious. Come to think of it, Cheerios is one of the tastiest muscle-building foods you can eat. Try Cheerios and you'll hear... He's feeling his Cheerios. Now to continue. After the injured express agents had been removed to a hotel room and placed under a doctor's care, the lone ranger and tautel again met Mahank and Uncle Homer in the alley. Mahank was saying... That will sparkle, man. There's been hundreds of thiefs right now. How in tarnation did he get nailed up in that box? There's only one possible explanation. After Billy Bihang substituted himself for old Jake's body and was shipped out on the express car, he let himself out. Then he attacked the agent, robbed the express company safe and made another substitution of bodies. No doubt they're leaving if the express man was dead. The infernal scoundrel! I believe that it's his plan to hunt Waleas. What did you intend to bury the dead convict? On Signal Hill. That's where old Jake wanted to be put, so I aimed to let him have his last wish. More than likely that he spoke of that wish to other convicts before he died. Billy Bihang's out on Signal Hill waiting for us. Where's our friend Marshall Jim Fraser? He and a Wells Fargo special agent named Rain are leaving a posse along the railroad track. It took him to the junction. Marshall Jim has a warrant for the express man we found. I see. If outlaw hide on Hill, it'd be plenty hard to catch him. Hillside's covered with brush. Him see us, we not see him. That's true. But there's a chance that we may trick him into showing himself. And what we do? Listen, this is my plan. As the long reams are outlined to scheme, Marshall Jim's special agent Rain and a half dozen possemen moved up to a ranch house where Billy Bihang had stopped that morning. As they halted, the rancher opened the door and stepped outside with a greeting. Howdy, Marshall Jim. Hi. Howdy, man. What's the trouble? We're looking for a fella named Irish McCune. His tracks led here from the railroad line where he jumped from a train after robbing the Wells Fargo strongbox. Now, where is he? Speak up. I don't know, Irish McCune. I don't know you. But what's more, I don't like your way of talking. Rain, you'd better let me do the talking. I know Western. Yes, and I know Crooks. I knew McCune was a thief the first time I saw him. All right, Rain. Now, let's find out what this rancher knows. Marshall, fellow did walk in here this morning. He had his face covered with bandages. He told a story about his horse breaking a leg and throwing him. He carried a green grip sack. Then that was McCune. Where'd he go? After I fed him and let him have a horse, he rode off toward Mordoch City. Come on, boys. Come on, Rain. Let's look for the footprints of that barred horse. Get him! Get him! Several hours later, the buck board bearing the roughbox rolled toward the top of Signal Hill. Mahank and Uncle Homer were on the seat which tilted upwards so high on his side that his boots didn't reach the footboard. Mahank looked back at the box as the little man cracked a whip and urged the horses on. Get on there! Oh, I wonder if the box hasn't sold him off. Have you seen any sign of Billy Behoff? No, none at all. I've seen like a clay pipe in a shooting gallery. Where's Tonto? Oh, he slipped off into the brush when we started up here. I don't reckon he's very far away now. I wish I had my guns. We're coming to the top. There are the brave diggers. You'll be lucky if they don't plant us. Howdy, Homer. Howdy, Homer. That day's been alive, isn't it? It sure is. But I don't know where they're all living. Oh, oh. Let's get down, Homer. Oh, do you have to get down there? All right, get your hands up. Look, we're somewhere with a bandied face. Oh, you're Billy Behoff. I'll be hung upon that. How deep is that hole, brave digger? Well, I find it just a regular six feet. It isn't deep enough to hold off for you and the expression in that box. All right, get in there and throw out more dirt. You steady? Yes, sir. I'll do it. While Marshall Jim, special agent Rain and the possemen had halted their horses at the foot of the hill, the Marshall was saying, Rain, the trail we followed from the range leads up to this hill. I don't have to be a westerner to see that. You take one man and follow the tracks. The rest of us will scatter out and ride up the hill from other side. Sammy? I understand. Come on, Joe. Come on, boys. You've dug deep enough, fellas. Here's where the fun begins. As the outlaw spoke, the lid of the rough box behind him lifted and the little ranger emerged with one gun drawn. Noiselessly, the masked man stepped from the box to the sand and eased the lid back into place. I'm all the same. I'll plug you first, Homer Plats. You and your old woman helped the masked man put me in a pokey. If I just had him here. I am here. Got that gun. You got that gun. All right, there it goes. Where did you come from? Out of that box. Your trick works two ways. Who's coming? The Express Company's detective and the possemen. They're putting their six shooters at your back. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. I dropped those guns, masked man. I'm specialized in range. You keep out of this, fella. Let me explain. No. Do as I say, or I'll shoot you. Very well. All right, get his guns, Joe. Right. I'll take care of the other fella. McEwen, you're under arrest. McEwen. That's what I said. He's the express car agent who looted the company's strong box last night. He's not an express agent. He's no one else. Satan, I'm not, mister. It's just a mistake you're making by arresting me. The masked man helped the express car and took me prisoner. Well, that's what happened. How did he get aboard the express car? Sure, and he hopped in at Johnson just after me partner Steve got out. Yeah, that's just what I thought. Why did you stop at a ranch house and get a horse on the pretext that your own horse had broken a leg and thrown you? That was the tune of that desperado. He made me tell that story. Waiting outside, he was ready to pistol with me again if I didn't. He can see what he'd done to me face. He planned to make it appear that you were guilty. Ah, he did. And he brought me here and met his gang. He's a dead man, I'd be if you hadn't come to me rescue. Make him give you the loot. Whose body is in that box? Mr. Rain, there's nothing in that box. Your express agent was in it, but he's now in the hotel in Modoc City. Recovering from wounds, he received at the hands of Billy B. Hung. And there before you is Billy B. Hung. You expect me to believe that? It's the truth. Billy B. Hung escaped from prison in that box. After he was onboard the express car, he let himself out, beat the agent, robbed the safe, and jumped off. Now he's here. Maybe he is. Maybe you're Billy B. Hung. Why don't you take the bandages from that man's face? I want to see your face first. I grab Joe. Good night. Hold on to him. I'll pull that mask off. Oh, no, you don't. You take that. As law thinks, might he blow, stretch the private detective unconscious on the sand. Billy B. Hung took advantage of the confusion and scooped up his fallen gun. Uncle Hung, where was yelling? Watch out! Billy B. Hung has his gun again! The posseman who had grabbed the lone ranger disregarded the warning. But the masked man, seeing death in the outlaw's blazing eyes and leveled gun, jerked back where just before he fired. A bullet slammed the lone ranger's temple. Again, the escaped convict triggered his gun. The posseman jerked and collapsed at the masked man's feet with a groan. As the lone ranger jumped clear of the fallen man's body, and Billy B. Hung brought his gun to bear for the third time, Uncle Hung was snatched up one of the grave diggers' spades. He swung it with a haul of fury. Take this, you're out of here! The spade missed the owl's hoof head, but struck his shoulder, paralyzing his arm and causing him to drop his gun. Billy B. Hung took to his heels as the lone ranger rushed him. I'll take care of you! You haven't got me yet! Seeing that Maughank and Uncle Homer blocked his way to the horse, which he had left in the brush far down the hillside, Billy B. Hung made for the buckboard. He's headed for the wagon! I'll get some guns! Come down from that wheel! I'll let you on me! The outlaw had one hand on the buckboard's seat and one foot on a wheel off when the lone ranger grabbed him, kicking backward with his free foot. He sank a boot heel into the masked man's midway. I'm thrusting! I have him now! Billy B. Hung down from the side of the spring wagon. The masked man hurled him around. All right, you ask for this! Now take it now! All right, take it! Take it again! Come on! Come on! Donna, I've had enough! Maughank, hand me my guns! I've got yours and the private to take to his tomb! Maybe I should have plugged that in! No, it's better this way. How are rain and the wounded posthumous? Well, I only knocked out that rain garment. He should be coming to... Yeah, that was just nicked in the shoulder! Here comes the Marshal! There are some fellas with him! One is Toto. He's bringing Silver and another horse. Hello, Marshal Jim. Howdy, mister. I see you've captured Irish McHugh. What else happened here? There's been a good deal of misunderstanding all the way around. Rain's all over the outlaw. That overbearing, violent wood. Is he dead? No, Marshal. That animal's gone. What are you calling my wife? That lady locked me out. I want her arrested. I have more important things to do. I've found the borrowed horse and the carpet bag with the Wells Fargo money in it. So now I'll take McHugh to jail. Here comes my jailer. He's riding hard. What's up, Jeff? Let me be hungry loose again! Why? Who's who there? The warden of the territorial prison sent us a wire saying that some of the convicts there had confessed to nailing the armored in a rough box that was being shipped to my hang. So I high-tailed it out after I found out that he had the box and intended to bury it here. You're a might, mate, Jeff! The masked man is holding Billy to hung prisoner right now. But I thought so. I'll take the bandages from the prisoner's face. Let me do it. Thanks, Jeff. Me not use knife on you. Only cut range from face. There. You see face now. It's on duration. It is Billy behind. That's what I tried to tell Mr. Rain. Masked man, I'm sorry. Bear yourself the apology, Mr. Rain. One fourth of the stolen money will go to you and your Indian friends. That's the share the company always awards for the recovery of loot. Turn it over to Ma Hanks. It'll be useful to her and her charitable works. Rain handcuffed Billy behind and tie his legs. Then load him into Ma Hanks' buck-bowl. We'll have to keep him in irons and watch him day and night until the prison guards come after it. Yes, you're right, Marshall. He's the trickiest and most dangerous criminal in the west. This makes the fourth time that he's escaped from custody. There may be a fifth time. If there is, I'll see you again, Masked Man. You can't always win. No, but you'll always lose. Sometime you'll meet the fate your name suggests. A pole catcher deserves to be hung. All right, come on, Toto, easy. Audio spread. Marshall, you suppose my company could hire that Masked Man? Get that idea out of your head. Nobody hires the Lone Ranger. The writing feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Boyd. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.