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The devil delights, the gym jams, the banana flips. Treat yourself to some fresh memories. Treat yourself to a Mickey snack cake. Have a smile on us. 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 because I'm Silver! In the hills not far from the town of Mindville, Arizona, two men rode the trails as they headed toward a certain cabin to soon get to Benson's place, Jake. When we get what we came for, we'll be on easy street. Now listen, Slick, you got me to come here with you by telling me there'd be plenty in it for me. But you didn't say what we're after. I didn't want to tell you till we were almost there, for fear you'd say something without memento in one of the towns we passed through. Now you can tell me now. Well, just before I mentioned Tucson, I stopped at a prospector's cabin to get some supplies and see if he had any gold I could grab. I had a gun him when he made a quick draw and, well, he was done for. I grabbed his wallet before I left. Well, I found a letter in it. Yeah, wait, I'll show it to you. Oh, oh, oh! Here, here it is. Now listen, dear Clem, when you made up your mind to go off on your own and I couldn't talk you into staying as my partner, I told you if I struck anything, I'd still want you to share it with me. Well, I'm interested in going. It says, uh, I didn't make a strike here, but a professor from the east, he studied rocks and such, stayed with me a while. He used to go off into the hills by himself and be gone sometimes for a couple of days. Well, he got the fever, bad, and knowing he was near in the end, he told me he'd discovered the lost gold mine of Buena Vista. Said he'd made a map and put it where he kept other papers in one of five books he had here written by a fella named Dickon that I was to have the map. He died. Clem, I figure the map is safe where it is till you get here. Then we'll find that gold mine together. Your old partner, Sam Benson. Holy smokes, Flick. I've heard stories about that lost mine. Yeah, and we're going to get that map and claim the mine. But they told us in town Sam Benson's dead. Died a week ago. Yeah, but the storekeeper told me Benson had no kin and his stuff was to be auctioned off this afternoon. We'll buy those books and get the map. Let's go. Get it! Come on, get it! At the Benson cabin, the auction was about over. The auctioneer was saying... Well, that's about over for us. Now, wait a minute, wait a minute. Here's some books. Let them out for these five nice thick books by a fella named Charles Dickon. They'll make me an offer. One of you must be able to read. I'll bid 50 cents if you'll throw in that old 10-gallon hat. Sold at Dead Jackson for 50 cents. I can use that hat. Mine's kind of beat up. Here's the money. Here's the hat. And don't forget your book's dead. They're going to take your lifetime to read them through. I can read some. Anyway, I figure books are sort of friendly to have around. Here they are. And here's the hat. Yeah, better try it on. Oh! Oh! Oh! That's just a mycubee. Some folded paper in the hat band will take care of that. Yeah, so I'll just use one of the paper to stick it out of those books. Yeah, this one will do. Now I'll fold it into a strip. Yeah, this will do it. Yeah. Yeah. That makes it a bit better. Now I'll take my book and get along back to my cabin. See you again sometime. Goodbye, James. A short time later as the auctioneer was about to climb onto his buckboard, Flick and Jake arrived. Oh! Oh! Hey, Austin's over, man. I'm just leaving. Everything's been sold. Well, we were told the auction was this afternoon, though. This morning. Well, I, uh, I'm interested in books. I was told Benson had a few that some professor left. I wanted to buy it. Oh, yeah. And it's too bad you weren't here. Those books sold 50 cents to Ed Jackson. What do you think he's selling to them? I don't see where I'm at. If you offer them more in the paper on them. Where does Jackson live? He has a cabin on the south trail three miles from town. Thanks. Let's go, Jake. Get up there! Ed Jackson, plainly stoop-shouldered but wiry, was an old-timer among the prospectors of the far west. Like so many others, Ed had found little, but never gave up hope of making a strike. He arrived at his cabin and placed the five Dickens books on a shelf near his bunk. A short time later he had collared. Yeah. A couple of ombres. Wonder what they want. Yeah. All right, I'm coming. Yeah. Howdy, Gents, come in. Thanks. Come on, Jake. What can I do for you? You get Jackson? Yep. Don't recollect me. You sell his before? Yeah, I haven't. I'm flicking. This is Jake. I heard you bought some books at the auction. Thought you might want to sell them. Can't tell you that I do, stranger. Always wanted to have a few books around to dress up the place you might pay. I'd give you $5 for them. $5? All right. Who told you I bought it? The auctioneer. Then he must have told you what I paid for them. I don't say why you want to up the price so much. It's all or less all. Yeah. You rode two miles to town, then three miles out here, and offer $5 for something I got for 50 cents. Nope. If they're worth that trouble in cash to you, Mr. I reckon they're worth keeping. Don't waste time with him, Slick. And see the books over there? They've got a lot of papers sticking out of them, too. Yeah, listen, forget the books. And you won't sell, huh? Nope. Time's doubling that way, Mr. And we'll take them. Wait. Hold on. You're not going to keep you quiet. Oh! Now we can look through the books for the math, Slick. Each of those books is stock full of papers dated to take too long looking for it now. Somebody might come along. We put the books in our saddlebags and look through them for the math later. Let's get them and get away from here. Come on. An hour later, Jed came through. He opened his eyes and saw two men bending over him. What happened? Oh, my head. A mask man. Easy, Mr. Easy. We're here to help you. We'll not hurt you. He's got that mask. We'll talk about that later. We, uh, failed two men here. They must have knocked you out. Yeah. They were named Slick and one named Jake. Now they're all named Slick Weaver killed a prospector over near Tucson. We learned he met another man and the two of them left Tucson together. We failed them this far. Our Slick is tall and sandy head. The other man's stocky and black hair. Those are the two of them, Mr. They stole my books. The five books by Dickens? Uh-huh. How did you know? We found the prospector in Tucson and he lived long enough to tell us about a letter Slick took from his wallet. Briefly, the long ranger told Jed the contents of the letter. Then he said, The map showing the location of the lost gold mine at Buena Vista is in one of those Dickens books. Just fantastic. That's why I wanted him. I just think I had a fortune writing my hands and I didn't know it. Well, Sam Benson has no heirs. So you really own that mine, Mr. I'm Jed Jackson, Mr. Who are you? Uh, maybe you hear Lone Ranger. Hello, Ranger. You? That's right. Man is right. I still have heard about you. Uh, dog Garner, why didn't I have a chance to get my hands on that map before those crooks got here? If you had, Jed, they might have killed you to get it. We'll continue to trade a limb and try to get the map for you. Listen, Mr. Let me ride with you. All right, Jed. Cut me some two up. All right. I might shake you for a minute, but I'll be all right. And I'll get my hat and we'll ride after those Stephen Polk hats and get that map. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. Time sure have changed. Time was when people saved cookouts and picnics for summer. And lazy Sunday spent under a big oak tree in the town park. Well, today's family eating habits are much more flexible. Mom might have forgotten how easy it is to fix a cook-in for lunch, maybe with hot dogs and baked beans or a casual dinner with cheeseburgers, soup and salad. And as you're planning your easygoing meals, don't forget to invite Merida, as in Merida hot dog and hamburger buns. Remember Merida? We're the people who bake while you sleep. 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You would cargo soar wonders. Thanks, Jed. You've had plenty of experience. That's right. They lose time by covering tracks, but we notice them always getting closer to rivers. They must be heading for a hideout someplace. They must be smart enough to figure out that the lost mine is somewhere in the foothills near Benson's place. So they won't go too far away. That's right. Maybe we get... Look, a patch is coming over right ahead. They come in the woods quickly. Come on! The three men hurriedly took cover and opened fire as a small group of Apaches came over a rise ahead. For a few moments, the Indians fought back. Then they turned and fled. After two of them had been wounded. Then all right. You think I didn't try to trail those two crooks alone? Must have been a hunting party. I think it's safe enough now to go on the easy, Come on! The hunter and his two companions continued the trail quite in case. And a short time later, as they rode along a stretch of scrub desert land, Pato drew attention to a strange haze over the sun. Look at the sun. It seems very strange. Oh, I don't like to look at it. Look at this house left. Storm clouds. Dark wall-like clouds reaching to the ground. I don't really understand, Storm. Strong wind behind that. Hurry, both of them. Easy, easy, easy. The ominous black wall moved closer and the whine of the wind grew stronger. As the three men turned their horses back toward the oncoming storm and covered the animals' eyes and nostrils. Easy, Silver. Easy, big brother. Easy. Then grasped in the trailing rain, the masked man and his friends covered their faces with their bandanas and crouched in the sand. Then the storm struck with full fury. For 15 or 20 minutes, the terrifying sandstorm raged about them. Finally, it supplied it as quickly as it had come. Storm passed. Look over the horses. They seemed all right. Not hurt back to Storm. They'll be fine. Thank you, big fella. There you are. Yeah. Thanks, Johnny. Storms like that stare the daylight out of me. Thank you. And now a tiny little cook has gone for good. Looks like we've had all these troubles for nothing. Maybe, but we'll not give up, Johnny. Yes. If I thought we were going to run into any more patsy, your sandstorms, I'd give up and fight a lose in a fortune. Good. We're trailing a murderer. He must be caught. All right. They lost now, but we know we're going to head for the river. That's right. We'll ride to the river then search for a possible hideout. All right, let's go. Give me the boy. Oh! Just before the storm struck, Cleck and Jake had reached the shack, which stood on the edge of a block over Latina River. They sat at a table near a window on the cliff side of the shack and watched the storm blast. Then opened the window and started pitching through the books for the map. Well, nothing to miss when you called Oliver Cleck. Yeah, I've looked through this one. David Copperfield. No map here. I'll take this one. Pale of two cities, you know what I mean? I looked through the one called Paper. And carefully, the two men looked through the books, scanning the pages, and looking over the loose notes which had been filed in the book. Finally, it flipped, flipped and patient laid. Yeah, there's nothing in any of these books. Throwing through the open window into the river. Yeah. And they sure hoped the map was in that last book. And they'd get rid of those. Let's check the last one. All right. Yeah. This one is named Great Expectation. That fellow Dickens did a lot of writing. Yeah. That fellow here you're showing the books to a kid. A lot of loose papers. And they're trying to be in that one click to look carefully. Meantime, the lone ranger and Tato had reached the river accompanied by Jack Jackley. A court distance to the south, the river ran into a canyon. So they headed north and rode the river trail in search of the coast. Finally, the trail led to a wooded block bordering the river. Suddenly, Tato spoke. Look, you must have it. That's Jack the man to bluff. And the key to horses' grounds is behind the path. That may be the hideout. There's this man among the trees. He's my first young foot. Who's his brother? He's my brother. And he's my brother. I'll go to the door. You and Tato are first. And we need them to land inside of this path. They've got to take them by surprise. All right, let's go. Oh. Oh. In time, the staff, Flick and Jake were still carefully going through the last book, looking for the map. The donors were halfway through and no sign of it. You must be in this book, though. It better be. That's all the trouble we went through. Maybe drawn on one of the pages instead of on a leaf sheet of paper. Be sure you were careful to look on every page of the book you say. Yeah. It was funny, kid. Well, it's bound to be in this one. You're looking very good on the move. Hey, look, a map. You got to the map. I'll go in. No. Oh, man. Maybe we can reduce the effect of border. Oh, man. We found the prospect of you killing all three guns. You weren't one to save, Robert. But now you're one to murder. Now it's time of mass time. We were killing your slaves. I don't believe in me. That's in a map. Those in the Colombian stole my book with the map hidden in one of the pages. Hey, you know about the map. Ah, shut up. The prospect of his murder you took lived long enough to tell about it. There was a two-star in his manor sticking the hills in there for you. I don't know how these guys could continue working alone in the bank to keep on your trail. We'd better search him for the map. That map must be in this book. But you'll never get it. Hey, look out. Oh, you threw it out the window. Too bad, Jed. It's a map from that book. It's now at the bottom of the river. Oh, dog, honey. That's all when you went to. Yeah, I've been a moment of frustration and anger through his newly put his hat to the floor. No better. Oh, how the hell? Oh, yeah. Well, you just need to make the hat fit me. Start the hat at the auction. It's a might to be. Oh, wait a minute. Let me see that star in the paper. Keep these men down. Uh-huh. I'll notice something. Tell me, Jed. Where'd you get this paper? I was sticking out of one of the books, so I used it. Look here. This is a map. A map? Yeah, it's a map during the location of the lost mine. The map? It's got to be hot to pass. After all our trouble, I had it with me all the time. Well, let's go and look. I think we've earned this powder jail in mind, Bill Jed. Let me locate the lost mine and let you see your claim. Later at mine, Bill, Cliff and Jake were jailed. The following morning, with the help of the lone ranger and totter, Jed located the lost mine and then returned to town and registered his claim. 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