 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hi-yo silver, the lone ranger. Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. A cloud of dust, a flash of light, and a hearty hi-yo marita, the lone stranger eats again. Nothing's too quiet, stranger. Right, pronto. Those bandits want our marita white bread. Listen, cricket stop. They've been frightened by the bandits? No, I step on him. Oh, well it's up to us to get marita through to all those hungry children for lunches and snacks, for all those men who like to sink their teeth into a hearty hefty sandwich, and for all those women who want only the best white bread they can buy. Listen, did the cricket start again? No, someone eating marita. What do you mean? Why, stranger, you eating marita white bread. Well, what gives you the idea? Because your mouth full and baked while you sleep marita loaf is open. I can't help it, pronto. I'll give you a silver bullet if you don't tell anyone. You don't want silver bullet. We want marita white bread. Why, this is highway robbery. Well, that's the business we're in, stranger. Tune in again for those thrilling days of yesteryear, the lone stranger eats again. It is faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mask rider 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. While of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver, the lone ranger rides again. Come on, you silver. Let's go, people. Are you silver? Follow. Toto stopped their horses at the edge of the cliff that bordered on the rolling current of water flowing beneath. Across the stream, a great waterfall cascaded from the rocks above and seemed to leap out into the rapids below. Suddenly, the attention of the two riders was riveted at a point of the waterfall slightly above the place where it made contact with the stream. Toto, look. Along the rocks behind the falls. Ah, Kimusabe. We see men behind water. You see those two jutting rocks behind the falls to the rider where the men are walking? Ah, Kimusabe. There's an opening of some kind there. I'm sure it's a cave entrance. It explains where they've come from. Look, Kimusabe. Yes. They've come from behind the falls now and start to walk up hill at the side. Two men. Do you see what's in cave? No, Toto. Not together. You do that. Explore the cave. You'll see what you find there. I'll ride up to the ridge road and follow those two men. I'll meet you in camp tonight. Come on, silver. Come on. The two men who had left the cave were Outlaws Judd Fingal and Farrow Tyler. They mounted horses at the top of the hill and rode a few miles to an open area covered with giant boulders and surrounded by dense woods. They left their horses in the woods and walked across the stone and boulder strewn field until they came to a large rock of distinctive formation. They did not know that they had been followed by the lone ranger. The lone ranger creeping and crawling like an Indian made his way between the rocks after leaving silver in the woods as the two Outlaws had done. Protected by the natural surroundings of the place, he inched his way unseen to a spot where he could hear the men he had followed. Then he heard a horse approaching, making its way across the rocky ground from the opposite direction. He strained forward to watch and listen. A horseman who approached Judd Fingal and Farrow Tyler wore a white silk handkerchief across his face. There was a slip for the eyes to see through. He dismounted and fingered his gun as he walked to them. Everything's in order of the cave. Everything. The last jab's packed away in the steel trunk. Guns are all ready for the hold up tomorrow and we'll have the boys there early to pass them out. Good. Only forget about going back to the cave tonight. Have the boys use a rolling gun. We'll lay. Will your men be at the bend before 7.30? Oh yeah, if the overland stage is due to pass at eight. It does have chicken on that. Stay here like old. The man called the boss was Floyd Guilby, a man known as a prosperous rancher in the territory. He met his lieutenant, Eddie Heaton, and together they went to the cave beneath the waterfall to make a first hand check on the situation there. As they near the spot, Guilby placed his silk handkerchief in an ornately engraved tobacco pouch. They were just near the entrance to the cave when they heard some rocks slide downward from the opening in the cliff. Hey boss, help me out. Huffle went inside the cave investigating at the lone ranger's instructions emerged. The two crooks saw him at once, a silhouette in the gathering darkness and the spray Boss, is that one of our men I can tell? There's an engine. Come on, get him. Don't let him get away from here. The two men sprinted across the stone-covered ground and dived through the air together. As Tahoe stepped down to the levelers, he unpacked the tobacco, sent him to the ground, and then both men grabbed for the Indian. Tahoe's feet shot out, and Eddie Heaton square in the stomach, sending the man backward under the ground. Floyd Guilby grabbed the Indian by the neck with his left hand and reached for his gun with a right. But Tahoe forced his way to his feet, his left holding the gun hand of Guilby. They struggled over the ground, getting closer to the falls. Tahoe's back was nearer the edge of the cliff when Eddie Heaton, rising from the ground, ran to assist his boss. His right fist rocketed over Guilby's shoulder and caught Tahoe on the chin. Oh, can I get him? Can I just finish him? He swung again at the dazed Indian as Eddie's blow landed. Guilby let go of the Indian. Tahoe grasped wildly and caught hold of Guilby's coat. The Indians' foot slipped from the edge of the cliff at the same moment. His grasp tore apart of the coat from Guilby's back, and Tahoe disappeared below to where the cascading waters from above met the swirling whirlpools of water in the stream. Man, your coat's a mess, boys. Yeah, the whole right, Saddy. Eddie. Eddie! What's the matter? Why are you beating your side like that, Eddie? Eddie, my tobacco pouch was in my coat pocket. The pocket in the part of the coat that went down there with the Indian. Are you afraid it'll float ashore and someone will find a handkerchief in your pouch? Yes. Anyone who ever saw me wearing it and holed up could identify it. That pouch has my name on it. Forget about it, boys. Thoughts will never be found, neither will the Indian's body. But Tahoe lived. The Indian, a strong and powerful swimmer, touched a large piece of black cloth in one hand. The fall, plus the cold water, made his every sense alert. He crammed the cloth into the belt of his trousers and began to swim underwater. When he felt the pressure above subsiding, he came to the surface. The falls were 30 yards away in the water, comparatively calm, with long, powerful strokes topple-made for the shore. Burling town waited until nightfall before going to the sheriff's office. When darkness came and permitted the mask man to walk in the deep shadows unobserved, he made his way into the rear office of Sheriff Ross Steward. Sheriff Steward, alone at the moment, leaped from his chair with a drawn gun when he saw the intruder. All right. I'll beat you to the floor. How about your hands? They're off, Sheriff. But I hope you'll let me take them down. In minutes, the long ranger convinced Sheriff Steward of his identity. The sheriff placed his gun back in his holster. Take your hands down. Thanks. I'm sorry, but I didn't recognize you. There's no reason why you should, Sheriff. What brings you here? The long ranger told of a man at the cave, and the conversation he heard between Judd Thingel, Farrow Tyler, and the man called the boss. Sheriff Steward was wide-eyed. A white silk handkerchief. The one who led the Great Falls Bank robbery. Every stage robbery in this area for a year. You're sure they're going to hold up the Oberlin to the bend? At eight tomorrow morning. The two sections of the gang will meet there after seven. Then we'll be ready for them, all of them. If we went after the men you saw in camp tonight, we'd only have half the gang. We wouldn't have the leader whose name is Eddie or his part of the outfit. Sheriff Farrow remained at my camp until morning. Right. Pardon me, please. Sure. Someone's in my front office. Yes? Who is it? Oh, it's Gilby, Sheriff. There's the Eddie. I'll be right there. Well, wait until I come back here, please. Take her out of here. Sheriff Steward met Floyd Gilby in his outer office. Is there something wrong, Mr. Gilby? Yes, sir, but, Rob, some Indians raided my ranch tonight. They left my cattle and horses, but they took money and a lot of personal items, including my tobacco pouch. A very fine pouch, too. They rode off before I could summon help. They're miles away by now, Sheriff. A posse would be no good. Good day. Could you come out to the ranch tomorrow morning at eight? I'll show you what the Indians did. I can't make it then. Well, I have other things to do out of town, but I'll be at your ranch later in the day in the afternoon. Very good, isn't it? I'll expect you. Good night. As Gilby hurried from the office, the little ranger entered from the other room. Sheriff, I didn't mean to listen, but I did when I heard that man's voice. There's no doubt in my mind that man Gilby's the leader of the ranch. He's the leader of the outlaw gang. He's the one those men today call boss. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. A cloud of dust, a flash of light, and a hearty pio marita. The lone stranger eats again. What you doing, stranger? I'm baking up these flaky rich marita brown and surf rolls, pronto. Them smelly, good, but no can do of open fire. Why not? They own package to bake in medium oven. Well, I made a medium fire. Then it's okay, me guess. You guessed right, pronto. These marita and rich brown and surf rolls bake up to a mouthwatering flaky rich golden brown. The perfect hot rolls for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, and they come freshly baked in piping hot from your fire in just six minutes. But good for family with many papusas. No, pronto. The plural of papus is papusai. Me may be no good in grammar, but you know good in making coffee. Well, you think it's easy chasing bandits all day than slaving over a hot fire at night? Dune in again for those thrilling days of yesteryear. The lone stranger eats again. I own marita. Hooray! When the lone ranger told Sheriff Stewart that Floyd Gilby was the outlaw chief called the boss, the sheriff was unbelieving. Oh, you're wrong. Gilby's a rich and prominent man this town. Civic leader. In spite of that, I'm sure he's the man I heard today. Well, if you listen, you heard him tell about being robbed. Outlaws don't report robberies to the sheriff's office. They might if they wanted to keep the sheriff away from a scene of a holding up. What do you mean? You've only his word that he was robbed. He didn't seem anxious to have you do anything about it tonight. He did want you at his ranch at eight tomorrow morning. Well, how would that keep me from... Say, I see what you mean. That's the time that gang expects to hold up the Oberlin stage, isn't it? Yes. Oh, uh, where is Floyd Gilby's ranch? About six miles out on the San Anton Road. The bend is on the other side of town, isn't it? You're right. I'll give what you're driving at. If I call it Gilby's ranch, you'll give the bandits a lot of time to escape in the other direction. But the important thing right now, Sheriff, is to lay a trap for the entire gang in the morning. Yes, I'll get them my posse now. Tell them to report here in the morning for important instructions. If you don't mind, Sheriff, I'll be near here until you round up the gang. Well, I don't mind at all. If this works out, it'll be your doing, not mine. It might be best not to bother about Gilby now. Oh, I'm meeting my friend, Toto. Perhaps by morning we'll be able to give you proof that Floyd Gilby's a man I heard call the boss. When the Lone Ranger returned to his camp, he found Toto there. Toto recounted his struggle at the falls and his escape from death. Then he showed the masked man the quarter of the coat he had found and the tobacco pouch that had been in the pocket. Then he opened the pouch and drew out a long silk handkerchief. See, Kimo Sabi, it got holes for eyes. Let me see it, Toto. Ooh, Toto, that's the handkerchief the man called the boss wore over his face. If we could prove it belonged to Floyd Gilby. Kimo Sabi, how you know name a man? See, name right here. Toto handed the ornately engraved tobacco pouch to the Lone Ranger, whose eyes gleamed when he saw it. Floyd Gilby. So that's why he went to the sheriff and reported he'd been robbed by Indians. He wanted him now to buy in case this pouch with a handkerchief was ever found. He'd be able to say someone else placed a handkerchief in it. Toto, we're going to Gilby's ranch now. It was after midnight when the Lone Ranger and Toto made their way from the woods above Floyd Gilby's ranch house to the rear of that structure. They could see a light in the window of a front room, but the rooms behind were all in darkness. The Lone Ranger spoke low to Toto as he prepared to let himself in a rear window. Keep watch here. I'll not stay inside long. Lone Ranger tiptoed across the floor and stood with his ear to the door through which he could hear the voice of Floyd Gilby speaking to another man. Inside the other man, Eddie Heaton listened. Yes, Eddie. Everything's perfect. The sheriff will be busy all morning on a personal matter somewhere. You and the gang will be able to pull off the job without interference. You're not going to join us at all? Not for me. Hold up. No, I'll be busy elsewhere. But, T, don't forget, I planned this job as I planned all the rest. You told the boys I'd be in charge, though, didn't you? Jett and Ferrell will tell their men. You're part of the gang will just take it for granted. Well, I'd feel better if you were with us. But I'll do the job all right. You can't miss. Oh, hey, let me borrow your gun, will you, Eddie? Yeah, sure. Here you are. I left mine at the cave today. You use one of the guns in the cave. There's some pretty shootmen there. You like them. You want bullets? Extra ones, I mean? No, these in the gun will do very well. I'm not expecting trouble, but I like to have protection handy just in case. I'm going to Mosey, then, have to meet my boy. I'll be right down to the gate with you, Eddie. Well, I have some last-minute instructions to give you. Let's get started, then. When Guilby and Eddie left the house, the low ranger came from the next room and went to the desk drawer where Guilby had left the gun he'd acquired from his lieutenant. The low ranger removed the bullets, placed the gun back in the drawer, closed it, and left. Well, then, where come up the scout? The short time later, the masked man and Tuttle rode back into the hills. And as they rode, the plan for getting final proof against Guilby formed in the low ranger's mind. The next morning at seven o'clock, Sheriff Ross Steward's augmented posse met in the woods near the turn in the road commonly called the Bend. They awaited only the signal of their leader before going into action. Sheriff Steward was away from the immediate scene, talking to the low ranger who had come to him earlier with his plan. And with this pouch and handkerchief, any doubt I had about Guilby is gone. Perhaps I should have taken him before we came here. Tuttle's keeping an eye on the ranch house in Guilby. He'll not get away. Well, then, I'll leave you now and join Tuttle. And I'll be with you once we round up the holdup, man. There's no sign on him yet. When they come, we'll take him, be sure. We've already sent other men to the cave for the loot Tuttle said was there. Good luck, Sheriff. And thanks. I'll meet you later. You'll have Heaton with you? Unless we have to kill him, yes. Good. I'll have a depthy look after him while I face Guilby. It'll be good to know that when I make the accusation, you'll only have an empty gun. The Overland Stave reached the Bend shortly before it had fought. As it took the turn, a band of masked horsemen rode down from the hill's firing. A split second later, a greater body of riders galloped from the other side of the road, led by Sheriff Ross Steward. The bandits were routed before they could get started. They were unprepared for the unexpected onslaught and started to ride away from the scene. But the Sheriff's men were upon them and riding around them. But in a short time, all those still alive were taken prisoner. Floyd Guilby, a waiting word that the holdup had been completed, was apprehensive when Sheriff Steward entered his house. Well, what brings you here so early, Chef? You said you had business. Well, I did, Mr. Guilby. It's finished now. Or almost finished. My men just captured the greatest holdup outfit in the West. Ready? Holdup outfit? Yeah. Outlaws trying to hold up a stage at the bend. We were waiting for them when they rode down on the coach. You, uh, you mean it? You mean it? Oh, let me help you. I mean we have the whole gang, including Judd Fingal and Pharaoh Tyler. You remember them? You met with them yesterday, before you went onto the cave beneath the falls, where you lost part of your coat and other things. Remember? Uh, I don't know what you're talking about. You're mad. What are the things? Your tobacco pouch with a silk handkerchief in it? The one you wore when you let all the other holdups? Like the job at Great Falls? Wait a minute. This is going far enough, Chef. I mean, no move for jokes, jokes. Here, look at this pouch. Look at this handkerchief. You'll recognize it? Well, uh, I never saw that handkerchief. I told you last night that my pouch was stolen by a ninja. That's for this brazen accusation about my leading holdup gang. Oh, Calvin, bring him in. What are you doing? Who are you calling? Here he is, Chef. Surprise, now, boss. What's the idea of double-crossing me and the gang? They got us all right, but what's the idea? Who said they had double-crossed me? Oh, all right. Gilby, ashen-faced, moved quickly. He pulled a revolver from his desk drawer before the relaxed laman could move. Either put your hands up quick. I thought you never used the gun, Gilby. If you ever use it now, I'm going to kill the three of you. Smart, aren't you? Will I show you? You weren't as smart as you thought you would. You've convicted yourself by your own words and actions now. No one will know it because I'll kill you. Oh, no, you'll not. We put our hands up as part of the game. There are no bullets in that gun. Heaton told you that, eh? Well, he's wrong. I didn't shut it up. Yes, Chef. I heard him check the gun he gave me. There were no bullets in it, so I loaded it. You mean that gun in your hand is not empty? No, there are bullets in it. So you're at this finish, Chef. There are six bullets in this gun. Two for each of you. And the first one will go into you, Chef. Oh, my arm! Oh, Pete, grab a couple of floors. Don't let him get it. Santa, get the wrong Gilby. That was some shooting. Who shot me? Gilby? Sheriff, I'm sorry. He fooled me when he reloaded that gun. I didn't expect that. You shot me? You unloaded this gun last night, didn't you? Yes, Gilby. Well, Sheriff, is everything under control now? It is perfectly. Thanks to you. Then I'll leave. You did everything, and now I'll get the credit. Thanks again and again. I walked right out. Why, Sheriff, you should make him stay. The people around here give him all kinds of rewards for what he and his Indian friend did for us. The only reward he wants is to make the West good and great and free of the likes of these men here. All right, let me banish that arm, Gilby, before we take you to Jane. Yes, all right. But tell me something. I never saw that man before. Yet you say he he found out everything and did everything. Who is he? The one man in the West who does find out everything about crooks and brings them to justice. He's the low ranger. The good old days back when people were old fashioned and the things your grandmother used to bake were fresh and piping hot. Well, at the Merida bakeries things haven't changed much over the years. Like Merida, old fashioned enriched white bread. There's a seal on every loaf that says Merida guarantees freshness and is sold fresh through day shown on the twist tie. Maintain freshness by storing at room temperature and when Merida says old fashioned it means it's made from a rich old fashioned recipe and that means it's fresh. The idea of fresh anything especially fresh bread has been around for a long time but folks forget what really old fashioned freshness tastes like. There's Merida. Merida enriched white bread. It has a freshness and taste that hasn't been around for a long time. That's a fresh idea that's very old fashioned. Listen to the lone ranger. A masked man and Indian raced down the slope. He and Tex turned and urged their horses into a gallop of the opposite slope while El Diablo held back to exchange more shots with the oncoming masked man and Indian. Realizing his two companions had left he too turned and headed up the other slope. We've got to catch one of them fellow one far behind the other two. We'll get him. The fleeing bandit leader looked back and saw the masked man and Indian moving closer. He emptied his gun in their direction but the movements of his galloping horse spoiled his aim and realizing his gun was empty he hosted it and urged his horse to greater speed. Once more he glanced back just as the lone ranger's larry had snaked out and yanked him from the saddle. You're covered. Listen to the lone ranger brought to you by special recording at this same time. The feature of the lone ranger incorporated is produced by Tendul Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of the lone ranger is played by Brace Beamer your announcer, Fred Foy.