 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a clown 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 Oats cereal that's ready to eat, Benny Crocker mixes, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! If half the kids in your crowd like chocolate cake, and the rest like yellow cake, here's how to keep them all happy. Next time you have them over for refreshments, have mom bake up a Betty Crocker marble cake. Boy, that's about the most happy eating kind of cake there is. Rich chocolatey swirls in a big, sunny yellow cake. Everyone loves Betty Crocker marble cake, and it's so easy for mom to bake with Betty Crocker's marble cake mix. All she has to add is water and two fresh eggs for a perfect cake every time. Cake after cake after cake. It's guaranteed perfect by Betty Crocker of General Mills, Minneapolis. And you know what that means? It means you get a, gee, but my mom's wonderful kind of cake every time. Ask mom to get Betty Crocker marble cake mix next time she goes to the store, will you? Oh, and tell her that Betty Crocker marble cake is one of the most fun to bake, too. 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. 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! Let's go, people! I am Silver! Tucson Thorpe had gained the reputation of being a reckless, ruthless gunman despite of his smooth and almost gentle approach. With four followers, he had moved from Arizona territory into the state of Texas, leaving many victims in his wake whose stories added to his notoriety. Yeah, there I was sitting in my office at the bank here in El Paso, checking over the day's accounts. Well, sir, someone tapped at the office door in a meek sort of way. Come in! Come in! Well, sir, what can I do for you? It's not about me, but are you the bank cashier, sir? That's right. Gilbert's the name. Oh, yes. Well, Mr. Gilbert, my name is Thorpe. I hate to bother you, but I'm rather pushed for money right now, so I decided to come to you. You have collateral, I suppose? Of course. I'll give you my note. Well, but that's not collateral, Mr. Thorpe. Oh, look here, sir. A note already made out and signed. A note for $10,000. Evidently, Mr. Thorpe, you're not familiar with banks. If you have some tangible assets... I have this. A gun. What kind of a joke is this? I'm sorry, but it isn't a joke. There's the note. Please get the cash now. Two weeks later, another victim told of Tucson's ingenious method of operation to an interested crowd in the Stockton Cafe. The day of the robbery, I left the bank with over 5,000 in cash to make a cattle deal. I was riding back to my ranch when I heard Hoof Beach coming along the trail behind me. Oh, Mr. Jackson. Mr. Jackson. Oh, hold it. Hold it. I heard you calling to me. What's up? Well, let's ride along while I talk to you. Do you mind, Mr. Jackson? All right with me, but who are you? Oh, pardon me. My name is Thorpe. Shall we ride on, sir? Sure. Get up there. Come on, there. What do you want to talk about? I understand you're preparing to make a deal. I could use $5,000, Mr. Jackson, and I thought perhaps what I had to offer you would be of greater interest and of much more value to you than the other deal. Say, who told you I was going to make a deal? After all, sir, anyone standing near you in the bank would have heard what you were saying when you drew out that cash. Ah, I reckon so. Now, sir, I am the least bit interested in dealing with you, Thorpe, but I am curious. What's your proposition? Simple, Mr. Jackson. I offer you your life. My life? Say, what is this? Just as I say, your life for $5,000. Otherwise, I'll be forced to use this gun. Oh, hold it! Hold it! Mr. I. T. K. O. Drop your gun, Mr. Jackson. My friends are just behind us. Again? Wait. The outlaw leader. For you flatter me. I'm not much of a leader. Drop the gun. All right, all right. Now you'll wall it. Oh, I know how you feel. I was robbed once, made me feel foolish and resentful. Hand it over. Here. Good day, Mr. Jackson. I suggest you continue out of your range and don't turn back toward town. At least with the hombre known as Tucson Thorpe. By thunder, I'd have taken him for a meek little bank clerk or someone like that. It sure was added to strange story as Tucson and his men moved farther into Texas. One afternoon, the lone ranger and Tonto rode through the hills near San Antonio. The gang operating down this way, Tonto, by Tucson Thorpe, brewing quick with a gun, fingering the San Antonio territory than they've stayed anywhere else. Maybe they have hideouts around here. Yes, that's possible. We'll camp near San Antonio a few days and search for Thorpe and his men. In a hideout cabin not far from town, Tucson was talking to his four companions. You all seem to think we should be leaving here and you wonder why I've insisted that we delay our departure. Remember when I rode over to New Braunfels, the town between here and Austin last week? Then rode back to San Antonio on the stage wearing a cutaway coat, steel-rimmed glasses and a false mustache. Yeah, I knew you were working on something. I went to the San Antonio bank posing as a well-to-do business man. When I told the banker I was from Austin, might transfer a large amount to his bank. I asked about the bank assets and if there might be any good investments. I thought you were just getting a line on the bank. I was at the time. But I found out the state of Texas is buying Mexican bonds to the amount of $100,000. The banker told me a few thousand dollars worth were available if I wanted to invest. He said a Mexican bank representative is in Austin and will take the cash back this week by stage. Of course, it's all supposed to be kept secret. You have a way of getting folks to talk too much. Yeah, but what's that all got to do with staying here too, son? Just this. Wearing that same disguise, I'll take the same stage on which the Mexican is traveling. It comes through here day after tomorrow. You men will be waiting at Pointed Rock. I'll get the drop on that Mexican when you hold up the stage. You men take care of the special guard and driver. Are you sure there'll be that much cash? Yes. No one is supposed to know about it. The Mexican will have it with him. The stage strongbox will carry the regular consignment. We'll get that money and then we'll leave here for good. That night, under cover of darkness, the lone ranger and tonto visited the sheriff at his home in town. Oh, no, no, no. Well, Marshall in Austin, you sent a telegram to him about having help to capture the Thorpe gang. Well, hold on, Marshall. We would send a mask. I brought a little... Read it, please. Stepping sad. But remember, you're still coming. The mask man who brings it is a... lone ranger. Great Scott, so that's who you are. That's right. By Jiminy, mister, I heard you wore a mask, but I didn't think you'd call on me. I'm sorry to jump you like you did, but seeing that mask and all... I understand. I might be glad to meet you. Sit down and I'll tell you what I can about the gang. Thank you. Well, see, Tucson Thorpe is smooth and clever. He and his men pulled several robberies and then covered their tracks so well we couldn't trail him. I see. I'm sure glad you were here, mister. 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Then you'll hear people say... The sheriff's statement interested the lone ranger greatly. He asked, Sheriff, do you think the gang is still in this territory? I don't rightly know. But let me tell you, I'm plenty worried about the fact that they might be. If they are, it may give us a chance to capture them. Maybe. But what's bothering me is I had a secret communication say and a certain Mexican official is traveling through here by stage to the border day after tomorrow. He'll be carrying $100,000 for the Mexican government. If Thorpe got wind of that... I see what you mean. The official's taking a big risk. But he figures if the stage is held up, the crooks will take the strongbox as usual. The cash he's carrying will be in his luggage. He figures nobody knows about it. But Thorpe is mighty smart at finding out things. Sheriff, I suggest you wire that Mexican representative that you'll meet him in New Braunfels. I'll ride there with you. I think I have a plan that will get him in the case through safely and may result in a capture of the Tucson Thorpe gang. Before dawn the next morning, the sheriff with the lone ranger set out for the town of New Braunfels for which the stage would pass before reaching San Antonio. Tonto, after being given certain instructions, stayed behind. I'm curious to know what that plan of yours is, Mr. My dear is this, Sheriff. If you convince that Mexican official he should stop over at New Braunfels and wait for the next southbound stage. But if Thorpe and his gang hold up that stage tomorrow, and the Mexican's not on it, they'll hold up the next stage looking for him. Now listen, I'll disguise myself as a Mexican and take the officials' place on the southbound stage at New Braunfels. When it leaves for San Antonio, then if Thorpe's gang plan a hold up, I'll be ready for them. You can't handle them alone? No, I don't expect to, Sheriff. You take my horse on to San Antonio and wait there with Tonto and a posse until the stage for the border arrives. But it heads south from San Antonio. Follow it. If anything happens, move in and we'll grab the gang. Yes, that's a good idea. I hope Thorpe and his men do plan to stop that stage. Yes, you will get the surprise of his life. When the disguised lone ranger on the sheriff arrived in New Braunfels, he left the stage and talked to the Mexican official who agreed to their plans. Then the lone ranger boarded the southbound stage in his place. The stage heading south from New Braunfels drew to a stop at the hotel in San Antonio. Tucson Thorpe also in disguise and waking with a crowd saw a tall, gentile-looking Mexican in the coach. The driver left the seat of the stage and walked to the coach. Well, Senor, I want to get out of the stretch. Yes, Senor, but I shall wait in the coach. Any passengers heading for Lorena? I'm going to Lorena, driver. Have my carpet bag for the board, please. Well, sure. Give me the bag. I'll put it on board myself. Just climb in, mister. There's another passenger in the stage. Oh, good morning, sir. Where's this, Senor? Your Mexican, of course. Do you speak English? She's in your seat. I did not expect to have company on this trip. I hope you're not disappointed, sir. It's a long and uninterested trip to the border, so, frankly, I'm pleased to have company. I do not mind, Senor. Good. Oh, boy! Oh, I think we're about to leave. Well, no. I do not like the waiting. Sheriff, who had followed the stage to the edge of town when it arrived, went through the back streets leading Silver and joined Totto and the Posse. We're waiting in a grove of trees a short distance from San Antonio. Who there? Who there? Who there? How do you mean? Good morning, Sheriff. Yes, Totto. Your friend is on the stage. It should be passing here any minute. Then we'll trail it. That's good. Maybe nothing will happen, but if it does, we'll be ready. Yes, all right. We think stage coming now. Yes, that's it. We'll keep out of sight to the passing. I am. We'll follow. Keep out of sight. Let's go, men. Get it toward Point-At-Walk, where the gang was in hiding. Tucson carried on a conversation in a mild, friendly tone. The lone ranger was somewhat concerned about having a passenger in the coach in case of trouble. And as Tucson talked, the lone ranger watched him closely. He noticed that the mild-managed man periodically raised his hand to his moustache. Not too smooth or twirl it as others might do, but to press it against his upper lip. Stage travel is interesting because one meets people, don't you think? That is her, Senior. When one is in the bank and business, he must make many friends. The lone ranger's glance scanned the man's hands, some brown and the left hand calloused as if from holding reins. Then as Tucson again raised his hand to the moustache, the lone ranger's keen eyes noted the fact that the stranger was wearing a false moustache. Like a flash, the truth dawned on him. A smooth, gentle voice. The hands of a hard-winding horseman. The steel-rimmed glasses and a false moustache. Just the type of disguise such a man as Tucson's fork might use. It was at that moment when these were going to get That's right, my friend. Now I'll take you. You're not Mexican. This is a trick. I'll show you. I'll show you. Oh, Tucson's making outstanding. Right. You men, keep that garden driver covered. We'll make him. What is this? Tucson's not down. Look, a posse coming. No, no, no, no. No, you won't. Delayed from mottling their horses by the lone ranger and driver, the quicks-turns will fight the oncoming posse. But greatly outnumbered and without Tucson or Sandy to help, they were quickly overpowered and disarmed. You all right, Missy? Yes, Sheriff. You'll find Tucson's fork lying unconscious in the coach. Tucson's fork inside the coach? Yes. He also was in disguise, Sheriff. And boarded the stage as a passenger in San Antonio. You're not a Mexican. Even though you look like one, I don't get it. Never mind, Zed. What's she about to do? What happened to that Mexican official? He suddenly turned on me. Fortunately, I finally saw through your disguise, so I put... Your ingenious, primitive work for the real Mexican official had been sought with mighty surprise when you did turn on him, Missy. You all right, Kimosabi? Yes, Tutto. Did you bring Silver? Uh-huh. He'm waiting behind stage with Scout. No, Mexicans ought to get through all right. We get him back to San Antonio and put him in... I am sure, might be glad you came to help us, Missy. That's all right, Sheriff. If you don't need our help any longer, Tutto now start back to Austin. We'll take care of these coyotes. Don't worry about that. Time up, man. Let's go, Tutto. Adios, everybody. Adios! Let me make a look. I learned a Mexican official was to ride the stage today carrying a great amount of cash. The man who just left looked like a Mexican and talked like one. That is, until the holdup. Then he suddenly changed. Took you by surprise, didn't he, too son? Didn't think you would meet an hombre who's more clever than you are, huh? I don't understand how he discovered I was this guy. That's where he was smarter than you again. He was in disguise, too. What? Let me tell you something, too son. Many a crook who thought he was smarter than all get out has had the wind taken out of his sails by that hombre. Get to the point, Sheriff. Who is he? An hombre who usually wears a black mask. Produced by Cranville Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of the Lone Ranger was played by Brace Beamer. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.