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Here's the message. Thanks. Jack Drake, care of station master Lakeland, Texas, how do you know your name? Well, I reckon Jim told him. I never met Pedro, but Jim knew him in prison. Now, let's see what he says. A mutual friend tells me you work for a man who might have a job for me. I shall arrive his place in a day or two. Jim has told me how to get there. I'll bring a note from him to identify me. Pedro Hanos. What about the mass, man? I know all about him. Rides with an Indian, uses a big white statin. The Indian rides a paint. They're getting on our trail. We'll have to do something about it pronto. What can we do? I doubt if they've arrived in this territory yet. We'll fix it so that when they do arrive, they'll run into trouble. How? I'm tall like that mask man. So it's up to you to get a white horse and a paint along with an engine. After that, I'll tell you and the others not to plan. That night, the entire gang of eight men were gathered in the living room of a cabin. Hey, Jack, where's Carl? He'll be here soon. What's he planning for tonight? Yeah, what's going on? He's waiting to see me. Look, a mask on. An Indian with a big and easy man. That's Carl. Yeah, sir, I fooled you that time. What's your idea? A certain mask on our brain is Indian friends are heading for this territory to get a line on us for the law. I aim to get them in wrong with the law before they get here. Now get your horses and hit leather. I want to leave for town right away. Later that night, the express clerk in Lakeland looked up as two figures at her to... The mask man, Indian Indian. I'm reaching. Time while I keep in color. Me tie him tight. The Indian quickly tied and gagged the clerk. Then he and Carl emptied the safe of its contents. As they were leaving, Carl made sure to open the door wide a moment so the white horse and the paint were in the clerk's line of vision. Along, mister. By the time somebody finds you, we'll be far away from here. Come on, Indian. Half an hour later, a customer entered the office and released the clerk who immediately reported the robbery to the sheriff. You see, they were a mask man and an Indian. That's right, sir. The mask man was a tall, well-built hombre. When they opened the door to leave, I caught sight of a white horse and a paint outside. You think she doesn't seem positive. What doesn't? Everything. You're thinking that, lad. I'll fool the poshie and try to pick up the trail of those robberies. Carl and the others expertly covered their trail so the sheriff and his poshie gave up the search and returned to town. Meanwhile, in the hills outside of Warton, a town 20 miles south of Lakeland, the lone ranger and tunnel rode the trail northward. As they rounded a bend, a horseman with a drawn gun barred their way. Stop where you are, senorys. You're covered. I have noticed you have been behind me for many miles, senorys. I say to myself, maybe they are following Fedor, that I remember something. A mask man and Indian who helped the law put my friend Jim Pender in the prison. So you're a friend of Pender's, huh? But, of course, that may go. And I have decided to settle things for him with you and that Indian. I will not wait any longer, this is it. Get him on the shoulder. Knocked out from call. Search him tollo and take his gun, and we'll banish his wounds. Here's a letter. Oh, let me see. Dear Carl, this will introduce Pedro Hanoes, my former cellmate. He'll take my place in the gang. Pedro's a fine gunman who will do his part well, Jim. That note to outlaw leader. Sound like it. Yes, I think so. To Carl Anson and the man who's gang we're hunting. There's a crude map on the back of the note. Evidently showing the way to Anson's hideout. You give note to Sheriff and Lakeland, maybe? Not right away. This man, Tutto, I'll disguise myself to look like him. Take his horse and ride to the hideout as Pedro. Oh, that's plenty risky. I don't think so. You take him to the Sheriff and Rockton, and you meet me later, I'll be disguised as Pedro. Then we'll ride on to the territory near Lakeland. The sun was setting, and a lone ranger without his mask and disguised as Pedro stopped on a low ridge overlooking the hollow in which the hideout cabin was located. Tutto went with him to get the location of the hideout. That must be the cabin, Tutto. You take Silver to the grove we saw and make camp there. I'll learn all I can about the gang and I'll get in touch with you and we'll notify the Sheriff. Let me be waiting. I'll mount Pedro's horse and ride down the slope. There should be a garden near the cabin. Stay with Tutto, Silver. Let me wait. See if you get by guard. Do I look enough like Pedro to pass? This guy is plenty good. Take care of Silver and Adios. Come on, boy. Tutto waited among the trees on the ridge with Silver and Scout as the lone ranger leisurely rode down the slope toward the cabin. The Great Horse Silver watched as his master rode toward the hideout and approached a gate where he stopped. A man appeared beside him and after a moment or two they saw the lone ranger dismount and the two men walked toward the cabin. Uh, you can get past guard all right. And we go to camp. Come, Silver. Get him up, Scout. Tutto pitched camp after tying Silver to a nearby tree. Then the Indian went to the town of Lakeland for a few supplies. He dismounted at the hitch-rack. Oh, Scout. Oh, all right. All right. We'll change it. Don't move. Oh. Why you hold gun on me? You ought to know. I saw you enter in town on that painting. I'll wait for the sheriff. I'm taking you to jail, Indian, for your partner express office who'll have a couple of days to go on. Oh, that's not true. Let me just come to town. Oh, you're talking in my office. Come on. Start walking. A short time later in the sheriff's office, Tutto tried to explain. That's not true. We hold up an express office. You mean you don't have a mask, friend, eh? We have friend to wear mask in Lone Ranger. All right, you say. Where is he now? We can't tell right now. Yeah, look, Indian. If you get that mask, man, here, and he proves what you say, all right. But until then, I'll have to pick you in the cuss today. I'm keeping you here in jail. In the meantime, the Lone Ranger had been accepted as Pedro Hanos by Carl Anson on the strength of his appearance and the note he brought. Carl was discussing the gang with him. Yeah, Pedro. Had two new men join up just the other day. Jim sent him to me. Same as he did you. You have a large number of hombres in the gang. No. Ten counting you and myself. You seem to be clever enough to evade the laws and you'll come. We have the local sheriff run around in circles. Carl, can I speak to you a minute? Sure. I'll be right back, Pedro. Let's step outside. What's up, Jack? The Indian will rise with a masked man who's been caught and put in jail. So they reach this territory, huh? Yeah. The Indian won't tell where the masked man is. He's still on the loose. Don't worry. You'll be concerned about getting his Indian friend out of jail. We'll keep our eyes open in case he comes snooping around. Make sure somebody's guarding the front and back approaches at this camp. And, uh, no use saying anything in front of Pedro. All right, boss. Jack just brought a little news from town, Pedro. Some private. But of course they are. Oh, by the way, Pedro, if you ever meet a masked comrade on a big white stallion with fancy riding gear, don't hesitate a second. Just draw and shoot to kill. The Clinton falls on the first act of our long-ranger adventure before the next exciting theme. Please permit us to pause for just a few moments. There. Get a load of this terrific offer. Now you can get a copy of a real, genuine, original Confederate bill free in each specially marked package of Cheerios. 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At the camp Tato had made the previous evening, the Lone Ranger's loyal horse Silver waited patiently for the Indians' return. As time went on, Silver became restless. It was only on rare occasions that he was tied to a tree as he was now, and never before had his once been neglected. Hours passed, and he became lonely and very thirsty. Whenever he heard distant cookies, he lifted his ears expectantly. But Tato and Scout didn't return, and most of all, he missed the nearness and companionship of his beloved master. Morning came, and still the White Stallion waited, alone. His love and trust for the Lone Ranger was great, and he sensed that something was wrong. He had been trained to wait patiently at times, but this was different. Finally, Silver's desire to find and be with his master was more than he could suppress. He gnawed at the rope which held him to the tree until it parted. Then, remembering where he had last seen the Lone Ranger, he galloped from the camp. At the hideout, Carl was talking to his right-hand man Jack. Jack? What brings you here? Well, I've been watching, Carl. It seemed to be all right. Each of them is tall, well set up, and go in the gym quick on the draw. Jim knows how to pick them all right. Well, tonight they get their first work out with a gang. What are you planning to do? Clean out the bank and town, and we'll leave this territory. Well, I'll join the others and tell them to be ready for the night. Hey, look through the window. What are you looking at? I'm looking down the slope toward the gates, but nobody's in the saddle. Oh, the guard's stopping them at the gate. Guard, look them over. I've seen that stallion before. Look at that fancy riding gear. He's the Mask Man's horse. Holy cat, the Mask Man must have been thrown or something. Is he backpacking? No, I don't think anything happened to the Mask Man. His stallion wouldn't come here if something did. He'd go back to the Lone Ranger's camp. Well, then what do you make of it? I ain't got a feeling this stallion came here because his owner is around here somewhere. The three new hombres who joined us in the last few days is really the Lone Ranger. Oh, you're local. No, I'm not. Each one of us is tall and well built. I'll get those three new hombres outside and have them line up. When I call you, bring the horse. Then let him loose. I figure he'll go straight to his master. Meanwhile, at the town jail, Tatl thought of silver tied back at the camp. Expecting to return immediately, he hadn't waited to unsettle the stallion, nor had he fed him. He was deeply concerned, not only about silver, but also because he realized the Lone Ranger might need his help. Finally, the Indian decided to take the sheriff into his confidence. Sheriff! Me talk now! Sheriff! Me not tell before, because him say wait, but me not wait longer. The Tatl told what had taken place and where the Lone Ranger had gone. When he finished, the sheriff exclaimed, why didn't you tell me before? If those come and find out who he is, they'll plug him. Me think it good you get posse and go to hide out. That's what I'll do, and I'll take you along to show the way. If this is a trick, me tell crew. I'll get you out of there. At the hideout, Carl entered the back room where the men were lounging. I want you, Pete and Joe, to come outside. Of course, Senor Carl. The rest of you come along too. I'm going to try an interesting experiment. Pedro, Pete and Joe, go outside and set up a target against a big cottonwood tree that you see out the side window. I want to see how well you men can shoot. I'll meet you at the side of the cabin in a few minutes. What did you say, Senor? Come along, Pete and Joe. Come out there and be ready to draw when I give the signal. One of those umbrellas is really the Lone Ranger. What? How do you know? Which one is she? A few moments later, Carl lined the Lone Ranger and the other two new men against the west wall of the cabin facing the target. The rest of the gang stood watching them expectantly. Then Carl called up. Jack, we're ready. At the sight of Silver, the Lone Ranger realized what was about to happen. The great stallion was looking at his master and straining to be free as Jack and Carl held his vital. The Lone Ranger tank that made no outward show of his feelings. Now, men, one of those three new umbrellas is a Lone Ranger who came here to help the law catch him. And this stallion is going to show us which one. I'll cover them, men, and all three of you reach. Go on, reach! This is strange treatment, Senor Carl. Think so, Pedro. Well, this stallion is mighty loyal to his master. And because of that loyalty, he's going to betray him to us. All right, Jack, let him go. The great horse, little realizing that he was betraying his master by his loyalty, watched forward. And with a winny of delight, nuzzled the Lone Ranger's shoulders. Pedro, go on. Keep him covered. Let's gun him. Yeah, fill him with lead. Don't wait. That's for me to do. I've waited a long time. And this is it. Hold it. Like lightning, the Lone Ranger drew and fired from the hip, wounding Carl in the gun arm. Get him! Get him! Before the men could shoot, the sheriff and his posse rode in fast, firing as they approached. The outlaws turned in panic to fight off the oncoming posse. As the posse rode in, the Lone Ranger ran around the corner of the cabin, leading Silver out of a line of fire. From his vantage point, the masked man opened fire on the outlaws, putting them between him and the posse. After several of the outlaws were wounded, they realized they had no chance and finally threw down their guns. We give up. We give up. Get their guns and keep them covered, then. You all right, Kimusami? Yes, Toto. The Silver came here. We tell you about that. So, told the Lone Ranger what had happened, and how he had finally decided to tell the sheriff about the Lone Ranger's plans. It's a good thing you did tell the sheriff, Toto. The posse arrived just in time. Mister, you sure don't look like I think the masked man should look. How do I know that you're the Lone Ranger? This letter is signed by the governor. You want to identify me, Sheriff? Here. Yeah. This is good enough for me. We would have shot down that Lone Ranger, Carl, if you hadn't insisted on doing it yourself. Oh, shut up! I'll tell me to shut up. You're the one who thinks he's so dog-gone smart. You figured that by posse and as a masked man a robber, the bankier of the night, you'd get him into trouble. But he turned out to be smarter than you are. Well, that's either. Hanson's the one who posed as a masked man in that whole... Ah. I'm sorry. You didn't for holding in jail. That's all right. Same thing. Manage their wounds and we'll get them to jail. Some of you keep them covered every minute. Sheriff, you seem to have enough men to handle them. I'll go back to camp for Tato and get rid of this disguise. We'll stop them to see you before we leave the territory. Adios, everyone. Adios. Goodbye, Gully. There goes a real man. Seems like he fooled Hanson and his men aplenty. Some day, crazy glutes like you crooks are gonna realize you'll never get the best to the lone ranger. I don't... Yes, sir. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with Weedy. You'll never get discouraged if you keep in mind champions are made, not born. Let's see how Tom Fears, past catching end for the Los Angeles Rams, got on his way. At 12, Tom played football a lot, and many a bump is what he got. But he kept trying, never quit. And here's what helped to keep him fit. He ate his Weedies every bit. Today, Tom sparks those touchdown drives. It's Weedy still on which he thrives. Weedies to Fears. There's a past combination that's been clicking steady now for 19 years. Real energy in Weedies. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Weedy's flake. Okay, Tom, snag that past. Hey, hey, hey. He's on his way. On his way. He's on his way. On his way. Get on your way with Weedy. Because champions are made, not born. Yes, sir. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with Weedy, breakfast of champions. The Lone Ranger is brought to you by General Mills every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at this same time. Be sure to listen. This recorded program has come to you from Detroit. This is ABC Radio Network.