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With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mask rider of the plains let 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, we call him Silver. It was time for the daily stagecoach to arrive in El Sabre, Texas, and a fair-sized crowd waited in front of the station, located next door to the general store. As the stage approached, Toto, the friend of the Lone Ranger, finished packing recently purchased supplies into his saddlebag. Leaving his horse at the hitch rail, Toto joined the crowd and saw two young men stepping from the stage. Their clothes marked them as Easterners. One called to the driver. Hey, driver, will you help us get our luggage out of the boat? All right, but I see the mail's taken care of and the horses are changed. Me help you. What, huh? It's an Indian. He's all right, Bob. You'll be grateful for your help, Indian. What's your name? Me, Toto. Well, look. Three hard-faced men watched Toto climb to the boot on the back of the Concorde coach and hand down the young men's gear, which consisted mainly of new and expensive camping equipment and digging tools. Their names were Stubb Evans, Pony Parker, and Slime Sanford. Stubb said, Those tender feet look gross. Do you think it would be worthwhile trying to rub them? It might be, Pony. I'll move closer and size up the situation. Go to Stubb. Ah, there. Everything unloaded from the stagecoach. We're much obliged to you, Tano. I'm Larry Gaines, and my friend is Bob Cass. We're from New York. How'd you like to be our guide? Oh, me, sorry. Me got other things to do. Did I hear you say you want a guide? Well, yeah. My name's Evans. Stubb Evans. I know the country here, Bob. Maybe you're the man for it. We'll pay a dollar a day in expenses. It's a deal. What brought you to Al Sabre? We're going to hunt for Santa Ana's treasure. It's supposed to be in the Brazos River. We need horses and saddles. I'll arrange for them at the livery stable. Just leave everything to me. All right. Stubb winked at his hard-faced friends, Pony and Slam. Lens entered across the street to the corral adjoining the livery stable. He leaned against the fence and pretended to inspect the horses until his companions joined him. What did you learn, Stubb? The Easterners are going to search for the Santa Ana treasure. I got a job as their guide. There's lots of people who look for their treasure. Those two will never find it. I don't expect them to, but I'll be in a position to find out how much cash they're carrying. If it's worthwhile, we'll rob them and throw them into the quicksand. Good idea, Stubb. That engine over there looks familiar. You know who he is? Ah, his name's Tonto. It's all I know. Tonto? No wonder he looks familiar. He's a lone ranger's pal. Hey, Pony, are you sure? Yes, sure. Those two smashed the gang I used to work with. I was lucky enough to escape. I got a score to settle with them. And I've got a score to settle with that lone ranger. He helped the law catch me and San Antonio. Hey, Stubb, you think he followed you here after you got out of here? I don't know, Slam. We can't take chances. You and Pony follow Tonto. If he leads you to the lone ranger, kill him both. As soon as I rent horses, I'll take the tender feed to the Brazos River. We'll camp on the yeast bank near Santa Ana's Forge. Hey, I know the place. About eight miles east of here. Right. Get in touch with me after you've killed the lone ranger in Tonto. With habitual caution, Tonto took pains to conceal his trail. He rode in a devious route and finally reached the lone ranger's camp a few miles north of town. He told about the Easterners, then said, Where do you think them look for treasure? They'll likely search along the east bank of the Brazos River, Tonto, near Santa Ana's Forge. That's where most treasure seekers go. Where's Santa Ana's Forge? About five miles south of Comanche's Forge. That's where Santa Ana, the Mexican revolutionist, has said to have put $100,000 in gold into cannon barrels and rolled them into the Brazos River. Many people look for gold. Yes, and the quicksands swallowed many of them, just as they may have swallowed the gold. Those young Easterners might be in danger from quicksands. Them? Higher guys. The older guy probably knows the river. Do you know his name? Ah, him, Stubb Evans. Stubb Evans? That's right. A short, stocky man with a scar across his nose. That's right. What matters? Stubb Evans is a crook. He just finished a jail term for armed robbery. He's got two friends in town. He'll talk with them. Then the Easterners are in danger. We better warn them. Then maybe they'll leave town by now. We'll ride east to the river, cross it at Comanche's Forge, and ride down the east bank towards Santa Ana's Forge. Somewhere along the east bank, we'll find those Easterners. They look like clouds. And they're big storm clouds. Yeah, we better break camp at once. Long Ranger and Toto quickly packed their gear and started east toward the river. In the meantime, Slam and Pony had lost the trail of Toto, and in trying to find it, rode northeast to the top of the hill. There they drew rain, while Slam looked through binoculars. Pony studied the black clouds in the sky. Yeah, it's getting mighty dark. It's a big storm, bro. Hey, Pony, I see that engine. Yeah? I see two horses here once a ton. Riding this way with a man on a white horse. The Lone Ranger rides a white horse. You tell if that horseman's wearing a mask? No, he's too far away. How better use a Lone Ranger? Why do you think they're coming this way? Following the trail that leads to the old Comanche Ford. What's the intent of crossing the river? What'll we do? Plug them? No, it's getting too dark. We might miss them. Then they'd get us. Here's the rain. The regular clouds burst. I know how to get rid of the Lone Ranger in his partner and with no risk. The Comanche Ford is marked by two buffalo skulls on post. What of it? It's safe to cross the river between the post. But above and below the Ford, our beds are quicksand. Still don't savvy. All we have to do is move the post. And it's down for the Lone Ranger and Tana won't notice a change. They'll ride into the quicksand. Good. Let's get the Comanche Ford. Get it! Get it! Unaware that they headed toward a death trap, the Lone Ranger and Tana followed the trail to the river, then rode a short distance downstream before finding the walker post. Looking toward the opposite shore, they grew rain. Move it! Move it! See post and far side river? I can barely see them. We cross river now? Yes, the sooner we... What matter? Tato, where's the buffalo skulls on the post? Ah, meet them. Comanche Indian put them there. Indians always point buffalo skulls toward the east, toward the rising sun. That's right. And them skulls point south. The skulls are fast and solidly to the post. I wonder... What do you think? The post may have been moved. Easy said, big fella. We'll examine them closely. Easy, big fella. Maybe post moves south. That's possible, but... Tato, here are boot marks of two men. Ah, I'm hearing marks of horses. The marks must have been made recently, or the rain would have washed them away. You think men move posts? I think so. We'll make certain of it. A short distance upstream, the masked man and Tato found the holes where the posts had been. The storm is partially filled in the holes, Tato. I'm sure this is where the posts belong. We move them back here. I don't know. The men who move them will have to answer that. 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By the time the posts were in their proper places, the rain had stopped and the sky was clear. The Easterners and their guide had reached the east bank near Santa Anaford in time to pitch a tent before the storm began. After the downpour, stuff remained in camp, while Bob and Larry set out on foot to explore the river bank. Wait, Bob. Look ahead. Something moving through the underbrush. Of course. And a mask, man. There's an Indian following him out of the thicket. Bob, that's the Indian we saw in town. Hello, sir. Hello, town. Don't be alarmed because of my mask. This man won't help you. Him, Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger? Maybe you'll hear of him. Oh, yes. Even in New York, we've heard of the Lone Ranger. My name's Bob Cass. And you must be Larry Gaines. Yes. A fellow told me about you, or where's your guide? In camp near Santa Anaford. Is his name still Evans? Yes. Why? He's a cook. A cook? I've never known him to work for an honest living. For us, for a dollar a day. Probably in the hope of getting a chance to rob you. Oh. Now I see why Evans asks so many questions. Questions? Yes. Well, we were in our tent during the storm. He seemed very interested in our plans. He probably was trying to find out how much cash we had. Did you tell him? Yes. He told him we had only a couple of hundred dollars between us. Larry. He also told him about our clue to the hiding place of the treasure. You might as well forget the treasure. You'll probably write unless that tree is farther north. What tree? We're looking for a big cottonwood tree along the east bank of the river. There's no growth larger than brushwood between here and Comanche Ford. That settles it. We'll dismiss our guide. Wait a minute. What does a tree do with your treasure hunt? Tell him, Bob. Well, you see my grandfather was an officer on Santa Ana's staff. He saw the gold-filled cannon barrels rolled into the river. At that point, there was a big cottonwood. Grandfather cut his initials into the trunk. He came back three years later to look for the treasure, but he couldn't find the tree. He made it in weeds. The only big trees we've seen are over there on the far side of that ravine. Some of those are cottonwoods. Yes, but they're too far away. We're looking for one on the river bank. Oh, I'm curious about that ravine. It might once have been the bed of the Brazos River. Do you think so? It's possible. Rivers have often taken a new course after a flood. The river went through that ravine at the time the gold was hidden. If it did, that's the place where your grandfather carved his initials in the trunk of a cottonwood. That's where Santa Ana hid the gold. Let's look for that tree. If we find it, we need picks and shovels. You bet we will. I'll go back to camp and get them while you're looking for the tree. Good idea. Bring back the horse. Right. I'll meet you in the ravine. We'll be there. Meanwhile, Slam and Pony had crossed the Santa Ana forward and joined Stoveven. The three crooks moved a short distance away from the tent to a place where they'd be concealed by brushwood while they compared notes. Pony told about moving the guidepost after he and Slam had sighted the Lone Ranger and Potto. As far as we know, the Lone Ranger and his pal are dead. Did you see them right into the quicksand? No, no. We didn't stay around. I'm glad they're out of our way. What about the tinderfeet? They got cash enough to make it wood while robbing them? Only a couple of hundred, but I found out something else. What? They've got a real clue to the location of the buried treasure. Huh? Yeah. They got it straight from one of Santa Ana's men. He was a grandfather, one of the Easterners. I think those green horns are going to find that treasure. And if they do... We take it. What about the Easterners? They'll have a bad accident and get swallowed by quicksand. That's the way that I've... Yeah, it sounds like one of the horses in the camp. I'll look through the brushwood, see what's going on. I know that! That's one of the Easterners. He saddled the horses, now he's tying picks and shovels behind the saddle. That means something. It must mean the boys have found a place to dig. Get ready to go. We'll follow him. Leading Bob's horse, Larry rode along the top of the sloping bank of the ravine until he reached his partner, who stood with a lone ranger and puddle near an old cottonwood tree. Oh, oh, oh. As Larry dismounted, Bob said, Larry, we've examined over a dozen trees so far. Well, if we do find the right one, we have the tools to dig. Did you see your guide? No. The horse and deer were in camp, but I didn't see him. Hey, McCobby. Yes, puddle? The deer rolled cut some pumpkin trees. The bark healed over. Look. Larry, the initials are C. Grandfather's initials. This is the tree. The tree stood at the top of the former river bank, which was a steep slope about 15 feet in height. Bob and Larry hurried down the slope and went to work on the river bed with pick and shovel. The lone ranger and puddle were standing on the top of the bank near Scout and Silver, watched with interest, and without suspecting that three killers were approaching. Stubbs, Slam and Pony had left their horses well back and made a stealthy approach on foot to a point from which they could peer through the brushwood and see the lone ranger and puddle near the big tree. Stubbs growled. You lied to me. You didn't kill the lone ranger and puddle. We thought we're sure they'd ride into the question. You two get your guns ready. Stubbs. And wait and see if we're good at finding treasure. Sure I am. But when they find it, or decide they're not going to find it, we'll open fire and dub. They're going to the bottom of the ravine. We'll move right over close to the horses with a lone ranger and puddle were standing. And when we open fire, we'll be within 20 feet of them. Quietly, the three cooks moved ahead until they were on the bank almost directly above the treasure hunters. It's low, so they can't see a thing. The lone ranger and puddle widened and deepened the hole in the ground. Then the masked man spade struck metal. I struck something big here, puddle. It sounded like metal. I see something. It could be the barrel of a cannon. We'll soon know. It is a cannon barrel. Here's the front end. Clear away that dirt, puddle. The other cannon must be here, too. That's right. They were all rolled into the river at the same place. There, that's enough, puddle. We see a golden cannon. The conversation was followed closely by Stubb and his companions on the bank near the horses. Slam whispered. We'll jump up and fire when you give the word, Stubb. Get ready. Yeah, the cannon was plugged with wood. It's all rotted. Can you get it out? Yes, I have most of it out. Guns ready. All set. None of the outlaws noticed that silver was increasingly uneasy and watching them closely. Now I can reach in with a barrel. What's that? Yeah. Look at this. Gold. We found it. Let them have it. As the outlaws rose, silver chard plunging against all three before they could fight their guns and their shots went wild. Come on, put over there. As the loon ranger and puddle ran up the bank, their guns were fighting. Stubb's gun arm was smashed by a bullet. Tony collapsed and dropped his gun when a bullet drilled his thigh. Slam, threw aside his weapon, raised his hands and shot it. Now shoot at the rangers. Oh, you plan to ambush us? Now wait, listen. This wasn't my idea. Was it your idea to move the guide post to Comanche Ford? No, no. Tony thought of that. He thought you two would ride in a quicksand. Oh, you murdering crook. Heaven, you'll pay for trying to kill us. My arm is broke. You're lucky to be alive. If I'd had a gun, you could use it like that masked man I'd have put a bullet through your head. Let's kill these crooks right here. You don't mean that, Bob. Right. No, I suppose I don't. We'll tie these men and breast their wounds. Then stand guard here while Tuttle rides the town to the sheriff. It was after dark when Tuttle returned from town, and bonfires lighted the area where the treasure had been found. The sheriff was with Tuttle. Also several deputies and a heavy wagon. After the prisoners were handcuffed and placed on the wagon, the sheriff said, These crooks will be in jail for a long time for a tempered murder. That's where they belong, Sheriff. What about the gold? Well, son, the men and I'll help you dig it up and we'll take it into town for safety. You found it on government land, and I'm not up on the laws about buried treasure. But I'm sure you four gents will get a big share of it. Tuttle and I are not the sheriff. Well, why not? If it hadn't been for you, we'd never have found it. Bob, I'm glad we were able to help you. Gold buried in the ground is of no use to anyone. But circulated, it will be a benefit to many people. Come on, Tuttle, our work is finished. Adios. Come on, Tuttle. Come on, Tuttle. Now, boys, whether it's the capturing of crooks or the finding of buried treasure, the best man to have on your side is the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger, a copyrighted 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.