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So that's for you, swell-tasting Cheerios and milk for go-power. Eat them every morning, and you'll hear... She's feeling her Cheerios! With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful mass 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! What's going on? I'm Silver! When outlaw Jim Gatlin felt the law closing in on him, he assembled his gang of desperados, including co-leader Frank Harrison. Boys, we gotta face facts. Texas is getting too hot for us, especially for me. Yeah, Jim. They have posters with your picture on them, and every time we go to. Frank's right. With a reward of $10,000, someone's liable to turn you in. That's why I'm going up to Kansas and work with my old pal Gus Farron again. Oh, I remember Gus. You boys want to come with me? I sure know that. Gus has run the cafe in a place called Trailville, 40 miles south of Dodd City. He wrote in the city, he'd line up some jobs. Riding by night and resting by day, the outlaws reached the outskirts of Trailville, Kansas, where they separated and entered town at intervals, singly and in pairs. Jim Gatlin and Frank Harrison went to Gus Farron's cafe. Gus, a troubled look on his face, led them into his private office and lifted a poster from the top of his desk. Oh, Jim, look at this. Look at what they plastered all over their town last week. Yeah, my picture. The same poster they used in Tix. Yeah, it tells about you being a murderer in a bank robber and about you escaping from jail. You don't have to tell me. I've read that lots of times. You know, Frank here is the one who led the boys when they broke me out of the jail in El Paso. Yeah. The law wants him and the boys too. Yeah, but they don't have their pictures spread around. They can get by. But Jim, you can't. The law's tough here. Yeah, where'll I hide out? I don't know this territory. In Garrett. That's a town not far from here. It's off the main trail, and there's no post office, no telegraph office, no stagecoach station, no nothing. What about law? They even know Geese they call a marshal, another one who acts as a deputy. But they're alive. They just wear the badges so they'll feel younger. There aren't enough people in their town for them to protect. Well, I'm going into the cafe for a while. Frank, you come with me. All right. I think I'll ride over the gears in the mild evening. Look to place over. On the following evening, the always rash Jim Gatlin slipped out of Baron's cafe office and rose to garrison. He entered a cafe. He kept his hat low over his eyes and stood at the deserted end of the not too crowded bar. A small elderly man eyed Gatlin for a few minutes and then quietly left the cafe. The man was deputy sheriff Alec Bastum who ran rubbery leg to the office of Marshal Tom Searle. Tom, Tom, get your gun. He's in the cafe. That arm be on a poster we got last week. He's here in garrison in the cafe. Jim Gatlin, yeah! Jim Gatlin first was greater than his caution. He saw the two elderly men at the bar but paid them scant attention. Not until they moved next to him did he recall Gosfaren's description of the lawman in garrison. Before Gatlin could move one of them pressed a gun against him. You're covered, Gatlin. From this side too. All right, man. I respect two guns more than I do one. Now put your hand down. Alec, snap the cuffs on him. Put your wrist together. There! No two bit tin badges like you clowns are gonna send me back to town. You think not, Gatlin? You'll see difference once they have you in the lock-up. Alec, he'll ride over to the telegraph office in Trailville and get in touch with Texas authorities. And I'll tell him to bring that $10,000 reward. Oh, oh, there, oh! It was after midnight when Deputy Marshal Alec Braskham reached Trailville. The telegraph office was closed. In the infirmary he found the operator in Gosfaren's café. Well, say there. Tell me you're the one who sends messages over the wire. You heard right. After office hours. I'm Deputy Marshal Braskham of Garrison. And I want to send an important message right away. What have you got to say that's so important, Marshal? We've just caught Jim Gatlin. The biggest outlaw in the entire west. You, Captain Gatlin, get Gatlin the Hooskower over in Garrison now. So you've got to open up that office and wire the authorities in Texas about it. Come on, follow me. Gosfaren and Frank Harrison, both in the café, have heard Alec Braskham's blatant announcement. They hurried into Farron's office. Then Harrison said, Oh, that crazy fool Gatlin. Gos, we warned him not to move around where he could be recognized and now he gets himself in that jail. Ah, they probably picked him up in some café. That's where he always heads. We've got to get him out of that jail. You have a heavy guard regime. You can bet on that. Gos, can you get me a deputy sheriff's badge somewhere? What? Well, I'm not sure. Sure, there are ways of getting everything. Why? Give those hombres over in Garrison a day to get used to having Jim Gatlin in their jailhouse. Then send him a telegram. We can't. There's no office over there. But wires are delivered from here, aren't they? Yeah. Well, listen, one make-believe telegram and a sheriff's badge will get Jim Gatlin out of that jail. I'll put on the badge later tomorrow night. The message of Jim Gatlin's capture reached Texas. It also reached every other telegraph office in surrounding states and territories. Soon, the word was being passed in streets and stores everywhere. In nearby Dodge City, among those who heard the news the next afternoon was an Indian. Oscar, help me! When Tuttle learned of the outlaws' capture, he sped back to where the Lone Ranger waited in camp. There he told the mask man about Jim Gatlin. The Lone Ranger's reaction was immediate. Hello, we'll ride to Garrison at once. Here's over. Ah, it's not Clark, he must have been. We'll make it by 10 or 11 o'clock tonight. Let me wonder why Jim Gatlin go to Garrison. We may learn when we get there. Easy, steady, big shot. Easy, big shot. In Trailville, Gus Farron secured a telegraph blank and prepared a fake message. One of the outlaw gang rode to Garrison that evening and delivered the message to Marshall Serles, who was seated at his desk. As soon as the crook left the office, the Marshall opened the door to the next room where Deputy Alex Braskham sat before a cell guarding Gatlin. And Alex, come here a minute. And he just crook unguarded? He's not going to have time to break out. It'll only take a minute. All right. Don't bother coming back, you old goat. That's enough of you, Gatlin. What is it, Tom? Yeah. Look at this. A telegram, huh? Is it natural for the one I sent last night? Not exactly. It's from Sheriff Williams of M. Dorada County, Texas. It says, have word. You captured outlaw Jim Gatlin. Deputy Rance Phillips has been trailing Gatlin for months and is now in Indian territory. Have advised Phillips to proceed to your office at once and claim prisoner who is wanted for murder in his county. It is Science Sheriff Williams. What are you going to do, Tom? Just wait till the deputy shows up. Then we'll go to the judge in Trailville and find out what's legal in a case like this. Now you'd better go back to guarding our $10,000 prisoner. All right. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Because champions are made not for... Yes, sir. Get on your way. Get on your way. 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Later in the evening, Toddled called on Marshal Thurls, told of the Lowranger, and escorted the old lawman to the mask man's camp. After an exchange of questions and answers about Jim Gatlin's capture, Marshal showed the Lowranger the telegram he had received and said, Then I got this message from Sheriff Williams of Endorada County, Texas. Marshal Chuck McCullough, Sheriff of Endorado. He has been for years. Ah, we see him last month, when we in Texas. Must be a new man then. Deliver this message to you. Deliver it from the telegraph office in Chaleville. This isn't a regulation message for him. Huh? How do you know it isn't? The telegraph company uses two forms, one which the public uses. The other, for receiving messages, is used only by company personnel. This is a public form. I'd suggest you check on this wire. I'll do that. I wish you'd ride back to town with me and advise me how to handle this, I'm Ray Gatlin. I don't know how to both go with you, Marshal. As the Lowranger, Tutto and Marshal Searle set out on the short journey to Garrison, a man entered the Marshal's office. He wore a shining silver badge on the lapel of his coat and a wide grin on his face. Frank Harrison, in his role as Sheriff, had purposely timed his entrance for this late hour. He saluted the surprised Alec Baskham, who stood near a door at the side of the room. Howdy. Am I talking to the famous Marshal Searle? No. Marshal's not here. I'm Alec Baskham, your deputy. Glad to know you Alec. I'm a deputy myself. I'm from M. Dorado County, Texas. Hey, you must be that fellow Lance Phillips. Yeah. Where's Gatlin? Locked up in the cell, right behind this door. But you can't claim him, Phillips. You've got to make arrangements with the court. I haven't come here to try and take him away illegally. You'll get your reward all right. Well, that's what you were thinking about. Well, I just wanted to tell you. No offense, man. I know that. I suppose you have a big guard looking after Gatlin. You don't need a big guard. Two of us are enough to guard that hombre. Where's the other man? In the cell room, keeping an eye on him. Do you mind if I take a look at Gatlin? Just to make sure there's no mistake. There's no mistake, Phillips. He's Gatlin. No doubt about it. He admitted it. Still want to see him? If you don't mind. Oh, you sure be surprised to see me. I bet. Follow me, Phillips. I want you to meet Deputy Sheriff Phillips from M. Dorado County, Texas. Ellie, is this the gent you were telling me about? Yeah, Louis. He's the one in telegram. All right, you two, get your hands up for it. Gun! Good work. Nice, Frank. I knew you'd get me out. You're not a sheriff, you're a... Oh! Good shot, Ellie. You shouldn't have reached for a gun. Don't shoot by anything. No, sir. Keep your hands high and go close to the cell door. That's it. Jim, can you reach his holster? Yeah. Yeah, I have his gun, Frank. Good. Now, Louis, take your keys and open the cell door. Yeah. I'm open for a minute. Thanks again, Frank. Is the gang with you? No, they're still in trail of him. You, Louis, get into that cell door. I'll keep you covered while Jim tires and gags you. Never mind the cover, and I'll take care of him. You've got to sell other operas. At that moment, Marshal Searle abandoned his office followed by the lone ranger and toddler. That office is empty. Alec must be inside with Louis. I'll go and see. Alec, I came back to get this. Frank, good thing you heard it from in. I didn't. He's out like a light. He'll be cold for hours. This is the Marshal. Let's pick him up and put him into the cell with the other two. Yeah. He's heavy. And I'll place him on the floor. Open the cell again. This will take care of the entire law department at Garrison. But it doesn't take care of the law department's friends. Stay behind you. I'll bail, Frank. Cut him away, Jim. Let him shoot. Cut him off, man. You're a good flow guy. An Indian tool. He's the one who shot me. Yes. You take your guns and lock you in the cell where you belong. I'll keep them covered while you lock them up and try to revive Marshal Searle's. Let me do it. Alec and Louis were released and a doctor was called to attend the wounded deputy and the two crooks. In the morning, every able-bodied man in Garrison was recruited into a special posse and all promised to keep the outlaws under constant guard until proper authorities appeared to take Jim Gatlin to Texas. Then Louis repeated Frank Harrison's conversation adding, He told Gatlin that the rest of the gang is in Trailville. If that's the case, we'd better advise the sheriff there at once. Yeah, you're right, mister. We'll go to Trailville anyway, even though we're sure now that telegram was a fake. We'll still check on it, Marshal. Let's find out if possible who wrote the message and send it to you. All right, Tunnel, let's go. In Trailville, the Western Union operator read the telegram which Marshal Searle's handed him. Then snorted. Such Marshal I never wrote this. What's more, no such message ever came over these wires. I know that handwriting, though. Do you do? Yes. I just happened to be reading the telegram I sent yesterday, written in the exact same script. Well, it's right here, just a minute. There you are, you see? See, that is the same writing, isn't it? Sure is. And the fellow who wrote it is Gus Fan. He owns the cafe up to stay here. He said the man who wrote this fake telegram was a fellow named Gus Farron. Gus Farron? We know that man came study. Of course we do, Tunnel. Marshal, that ties up. Gus Farron was a Desperado in Texas. He and Jim Gatson wrote together at one time. They must have joined again recently. If that's the case, now listen, fill the sheriff here. A short time later, while the mask man waited outside in the shadows, Marshal Searle's told Sheriff Luke Gray of Trailville what the Lone Ranger had in mind. And the mask man says he thinks he might be able to trick Farron into leading him to where Gatlin's gang is hiding. Marshal, if you view what you told me, I'll go along with the idea. May save us time and bloodshed. Tell the mask man to get into Farron's office. No one will interfere. Tell him I'll have a big posse ready to follow in case he and Farron run off together. All right, Sheriff! That afternoon, assured that Gus Farron was in his office. The Lone Ranger pounded loudly on the door at the rear of the cafe. Farron himself opened it. What the... Who are you? Wait, don't refer to your gun. Get back inside and listen to me. Hey, what is this? Who are you? A man whose face mustn't be seen here. I came to tell you that Jim and Frank are bottled up in Garrison. Bottled up? What do you mean? A telegram, you faked, messed things up a bit. What? How do you know? I came from Garrison this morning. I was with Jim and Frank. They're still back in that town. And Gus, I'm here to get the gang together to get Jim and Frank out. I should never have told that I'm brave to come out here. All right, I don't know how you're mixed up in this outfit, but... and I don't know what Jim does anymore. And take me to the gang and I'll explain the plan. I'll take you, but it'll mean riding across countryways. It's just as well with me wearing this mask. Yeah, come on. Now I'll get my horse and we'll ride to the high down. Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho. Down now. Thanks. That's all I wanted to know. Hey, what are you with? What are you rattling? You're truly rattling. That Sheriff Gray in this posse, you had him follow it. Come here, you duck. In that instance, the lone ranger leaned across his saddle, grabbed the man roughly and pulled him onto the ground. Oh! Tonto at the head of the posse with Sheriff Gray and Marshal Searle. Yeah. Really? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. And the old girls reached the struggling men just as the lone rangers blow, knocked out Gus Brown. All right, take it. Oh! Oh, hey, hey, hey! Oh! Sheriff, the gang's met cabin down in the hollow. Have your men right around the top and surround those crooks. They'll never get out. Sheriff! Sheriff, the outlaw's heard his troops there, coming out of the cattle. And you heard what the masked man said? Surrend them! Don't let him get past us. Get it all the way up. All right! Right around them, keep firing down at them. Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah! He finds his home for his parents. See that he doesn't escape, Tutto. I'll help the posse. They're giving up. See? One of them's waving, a white horse. You're right! End hold your fire! What's the wonder time? Deputy, search them a time. Well, it worked out, Sheriff. You have Gettlin's gang. You turn them over to the Texas lawmen when they come here to get Gettlin and Harrison. Yes, and I'll drive Fahrenheit or Trailville at the same time. You'll get the reward for Gettlin, Mark. Well, I'll see that Alec collects that, but the Masked Man's the one who did everything, seems even down to... Marshall, he ain't right no way. The Masked Man's yielding something to it. All yours. All yours. What do you know? Adios! Adios, stranger! Stranger, he's our best friend, Sheriff. He's the lone ranger. The signature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Tendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Boy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.