 with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, the lone ranger. Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor, General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the oat cereal that's ready to eat, many clocker mixes, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, the lone ranger. Say youngsters, what's your favorite summer fruit? If it's peaches, blueberries, or pineapple, it would make a delicious Betty Crocker upside down cake. All you need is a package of Betty Crocker yellow cake mix. It's so easy, the finest ingredients are right in the package. Ingredients like soft-to-silk cake flour and pure vegetable shortening. You just add water and two fresh eggs, beat and bake. For the upside down part, line a square pan with a fruit and a sprinkling of brown sugar. Then pour in half the batter and bake. Your mom can use the extra batter for a breakfast cake, topped with brown sugar and cinnamon. And Betty Crocker yellow cake turns out perfect every time. In fact, Betty Crocker guarantees a perfect cake every time you bake. Bake after cake after cake, perfect, or write general mails, Minneapolis, Minnesota, for your money back. Keep several packages of Betty Crocker yellow cake mix on hand, and enjoy one soon. With his faithful Indian companion title, the daring and resourceful masquerader 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 a thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver, the lone ranger rides again. Come on Silver, let's go big time, I'll Silver, I'll Silver! Here and Tonto rode an uphill trail that led to the Wyoming town of Circle City a few miles away. When they reached the crest of the ridge, they saw a farmhouse burning in the valley. Let's go Tonto, come on Silver! Breaking down hills for the fire, the masked man and his Indian companion saw a woman lying on the ground in front of the blazing cabin. She struggled to her feet as they brought their horses to a house. The woman was young and appeared to be half blinded by blood that came from a head wound. We'll help you. Not me! My husband is in the cabin! They were the woman, Tonto! The lone ranger dashed across the yard and threw the open doorway into the cabin. The flames roared and sparks dropped from the roof as the lone ranger, half poking from smoke, half dragged and half carried the lymph body of a man across the floor. We were making it! The lone ranger punched out of the smoke and fired with the unconscious man. Just as the roof collapsed. Is he alive? Yes, he's alive. Are you all right? Stay away from me! Don't be frightened by my mask. I know your voice! You're number one! You tried to murder us and now you're back to finish the job! You're wrong, we're trying to help you! Seeing Tonto giving her husband japple and skilful first aid treatment, the woman's terror lessened. I must have made a mistake. I'm grateful for your help. But are you an outdoor? No, people call me the lone ranger. The lone ranger? Papa, go and be sure. Please trust me. Tell me your name. McGill. I'm Cassie. My husband's name is Tom. You mistook me for someone else. Yes. Your voice is the same as that of the leader of the hooded man. Hooded man? Yes. They wear robes and hoods and each robe has a number on it. For months they've been robbing homesteaders like us and burning our houses. About a dozen of them came here. Number one shot Tom. They took what little money we had, then one of them struck me with a pistol. Knocked me out. After that they must have set fire to the cabin. Coming to... Tom, darling. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. I mean coming to... Tom, darling. Everything's all right. The hooded man are gone. Left. Thought I heard a push. The Long Ranger saved your life. Long Ranger? Yes, Tom. Right now Tom and I want to provide to your comfort and safety and we'll try to find those hooded raiders. I'm sure they've made it to be trusted Tom. Have you any place to go? Any friend? Well. I... I think Whispering John Woods will take us in... Who is Whispering John Woods? a retired rancher who lives just beside a circle city in a big white house. Well, uh, why is your friend called Whispering John? He lost his voice a number of years ago. He can't speak above a whisper. Could the raiders take your voices? They must. The corral is empty. I see you have a one-horse book board left. I'll take you folks to Whispering John's place in it by passing the shaves to my saddle-girls and riding silver. You're very kind, Mr. Now fix up the book board so you two will be comfortable during the trip. What me do? Find me gang-failed, I don't know how to follow it. When I come back, I'll follow you. It was an hour later when the lone ranger turned his horse into a driveway at Whispering John Woods Ranch House. In the book board drawn by Silver, the wounded home-setters lay on a blanket-covered bed of straw. As the mask-man grew rain in front of the wide veranda, the house door was opened and a tall man of middle age and dignified appearance stepped out. Kathy motioned toward the mask-man. Don't be afraid of him, Mr. Woods. He's the lone ranger. The lone ranger. He saved Tom's life and brought us here. The hooded killers burned our house. The scoundrels. As Whispering John Woods helped the wounded couple from the book board, the mask-man released and dropped the shaves freeing Silver. At that moment, a hard-faced man came out of a bunkhouse on one side of Woods' elaborate home. He approached cautiously, his right hand on a gun-butt. Hey, Gun, what's going on in here? Who's that mask-man? It's all right, Skeet. He's the lone ranger. He is? What's he doing here? He's after the hooded writer, Skeet. The Ruffians have been riding again. You people might help me by keeping my identity and purpose a secret from now on. Don't worry, Mr. Skeet is Mr. Woods' foreman, a good dependable neighbor like the rest of us. Sure thing. Well, you know I'll keep mum. I hope so. Oh, mister. Yes? I'd like to talk to you privately. What about? I have some information for you. But it'll take time to get it together. When you come back, it's midnight. Yes. I'll be here. Easy. I'll be coming. Are you a friend? Goodbye! Meanwhile, Tato followed a trail that would have been invisible to most people. He frequently had to dismount and examine the hard ground on hands and knees to determine the route taken by the raiders. It was late afternoon when the lone ranger following Tato's trail overtook his Indian friend. Tato stood beside Scout and held a horseshoe in his hand. Oh! He came a- Hi! Where did you get the horseshoe, Tato? We find it here on trail. I'm sure it comes from one of Crook's horses. Have you followed their trail this far? Gangs split up long trails. One go one way, one another. Here, only three men ride together. And we'll concentrate on the friends left by the hoof without a shoe. That's easy to follow. All right, bring a horseshoe with you. We got it. Easy. He's got these here for us. Come on. Give them up to Tato. Presently, the lone ranger and Tato followed only one horse, the one that had lost a shoe. The two men rode through a cedar forest and suddenly drew rain. Look out. Open it. From the shelter of trees, they peered into a cleared space where they saw a shack. And near the door, a man preparing to shoe a horse. Tato, the lying shack. Tell them I was keeping nails, twos and horseshoes stored in such places. You must be man we follow. But he not wear robe or foot now. Easy to pick up. Just about time. And what we do? We leave the horses here and close in on that man. Ah. We see his shoe fit horse. Busy examining his horseshoes, the man did not look up until the lone ranger and Tato were within a few cases. Then he exclaimed, A vast man. An engine. Don't reach for the gun. Raise your hands and keep them high. Oh. That's it, you. For a minute, I thought you were an ordinary alhoot. Who do you think I am? You can't fool me, Chief. You're number one. I know your voice anywhere. Hey. You're smart to wear the mask instead of the regular outfit when you ride across the plains. That robe and foot are easy to spot. Take your gun, Tato. Hey. Why are you disarming me? Where did you lose the horseshoe? Between here and the McGill Place. That's why you came here. We found the shoe. It's probably mine. Let me see if it fits. Chief. I know the rule about not leaving evidence, but a man can't help it. A man can't help it when his horse casts a shoe. What about it, Tato? It's just right size. All mean roles in hang places. That shoe could hang you. No, no, not that. Don't make me stand trial by the gang. I don't want to be hanged for something that wasn't my fault. Have a little mercy, number one. I'm not number one. You're in better hands than his. Not number one? Then who are you? That doesn't matter to you. What matters is that you can be jailed, tried and convicted in the McGill Place on the strength of that horseshoe and what you've told us. You're a lawman. Look, Chief. Let me find them fellow title bags. A white robe with attached hood. The robe has a figure 10 on it. So you're number 10 in the gang. This makes more evidence against you. Hi, Dan, Tato. Now, wait. Listen, I've got some money. I'll pay. A bribe? I'll do anything if you let me go. I'll leave these parts. You're going to face trial. I'll never have a chance. Number one will kill me. What's your name? Ben Boyd. I live in town. I'll do anything if you'll keep number one from killing me. You'll be safe only if he's in jail. I'd help you get him if I could. Who is number one? I don't know, Mr. Follist, I don't. What's the purpose of your raid? Everyone shares in the cash we get. But the real purpose is to drive out the nesters. When the homestead is driven out, one of us proves his claim on the land. Gets the title, and number one buys it from him. I don't know what he does with the land. When does the gang meet again? Tonight, at 10 o'clock. We meet near the top of Gowdy's Hill. That's his overwhelming. You have a password? Yes. Tonight it's Victoria. If you've lied, you'll pay. I've told you the truth, Mr. We'll see. I ain't gagging, Tutto. We'll leave him inside the shack for the federal marshal to pick up later. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. All over the country, on every direction. All you do, all you do, is a question. A new one, after that, people have to wait. We need them. Oh, we need them. We need them. We need them. We need them. And okay, okay. That's the word up north. Just ask the champions, up north we know what Wheedy's mean to guys like Slug and Harvey Keen. We love to see him belt that ball and make the fielders climb the wall. And Richie Ashburn, yes, indeed. He plays baseball at Wheedy's speed, just watch him flash from base to base. This boy could win in any race. Yes, sir. Harvey Keen and Richie Ashburn, our long-time Wheedys fans, Both of them know there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Wheaties, breakfast of champions. Keep on eating, you're a wheatie. So you can do, do, do, do, and I'll be okay. Now to continue. At ten that night, twelve men met in a moonlit hollow near the top of Gowdy's Hill. Some came on horseback, some on foot, but all wore hoods and robes, and each robe bore a red number sewed on the front. No one suspected that number ten was the Lone Ranger, who had made use of Ben Boyne's regalia to attend the secret meeting. Number one faced the others and spoke in a voice like that of the Lone Ranger. After preliminary business, he said, Ben, when I said the McGills could not be frightened into leaving their land, I was right. That's why we left them to die in a fire. They didn't die. They were rescued by the Lone Ranger. What? From sources I shall not reveal. I've learned that whispering John Woods is harboring the McGills and intends to help them fight us. And the Lone Ranger intends to fight us. Why? The Lone Ranger will be at Woods Home at midnight to get information and evidence to use against them. Well, let's get them all. Come on. I want you to go to whispering John's house at midnight and capture the Lone Ranger and the McGills. Take them somewhere out of town before you kill them. What about whispering John? Leave him alone. I'll take care of him myself. I'm leaving now. Remember no one else to leave until I've been gone for half an hour. A half hour later, when the men dispersed with plans to reassemble just before midnight, the Lone Ranger hurried down the hill to a secluded spot where Toto waited with the horses. As he hurriedly put the hood and rolled into his saddlebag, he told about the murder plans. Then Toto said, How do you think, number one, know about you and McGills? One of the men in the gang is whispering John's form and a fellow named Skeet. I recognize his voice. Skeet knows about us. He probably passed the information on to number one. And what we do now? We go to whispering John's place and hide our horses near his stables. While you watch them there, I'll call on whispering John's. All right, easy, sir. Are you scouting people? No, no, no, no, no, no. At 11 o'clock that night in whispering John's home, Tom and Cassie McGill had retired to an upstairs bedroom and whispering John sat in his large living room reading a newspaper. When the lone ranger entered. You're an hour too early. Yes, and I didn't take time to wrap on the door. There's no time to wait. Something wrong? Yes, a hundred men are coming. They want me and the McGills. We still have time to get the young homesteaders to town with a march up and protect them. We can stand off the scoundrels here. No, your old men can't be trusted. Your form and belongs to the gang. You'd be endangering yourself. I can't believe it. We haven't time to argue. Where are Tom and Cassie? Upstairs and bed comes this way. Right. Rising from his chair, whispering John turned his back to the lone ranger and walked slowly toward a side door, while stealthily drawing a gun from a shoulder holster. He turned suddenly. Where's your hands? You! Get them up. Taking a holy off guard, the masked man obeyed. You. You're number one. Finally found it out, eh? Lower one hand slowly and unbuckle your gun belt. But it dropped to the floor. You can't get away with it. I've been getting away with it for a long time. And no one, not even my foreman, has suspected me. Drop the gun belt. It seems there is a traitor in my gang. Who told you the men were coming here to get you in the McGill's? You'll learn that from me. I'm in no hurry. You'll be persuaded to talk when my men arrive. A sudden surprising revelation called for a quick revision of the masked man's plans. He set himself to die below at John Wood's knees, hoping the bullets that were sure to come would pass over his body. So you'd like to know my identity? Well, to find out, you'll have to kill me with them. Number one's legs were swept from under him from the force of the masked man's charge. While on the floor, he fired again. The shot went wild. I'll kill you. The moon ranger swung his right fist. The blow struck John Wood's stomach. Here's another. It was a knockout blow straight to the tin. As the moon ranger took John's gun, then picked up his gun belt, Tom and Cassie rushed into the room. We heard it. John's on the floor. Whispering John Wood is your number one man. We heard his voice. Keep in touch with your gun play. Yes, Toto. Number one nearly got me. You're wounded. You're soldered. It doesn't bother me. I'm sure it's only a scratch. Whispering John on floor. He's number one, Toto. I ain't gagging before he regains consciousness. How are you doing? The whole ranger buckled on his gun belt and explained what had happened while he searched the room. Toto did an effective job of finding the unconscious off-law. He had just finished trying a gag in place. Well, the masked man drew a hood and robe from a table drawer. Here's what I've been looking for. The hood and robe. Number one. What we do now, Kimusari? They carried John into the next room. You take his gun and guard him. Whatever you say. I'll help you, Tom. Oh, we're number one regalia and meet the rest of the gang. And what me do? Pray to town, Toto. Tell the federal marshal everything. Tell him the lone ranger here? Yeah, tell him if he'll bring up poshings around the house, you might be able to capture all of the outlaw. It was shortly before midnight, when the lone ranger hooded and rolled as number one. He heard horses stop outside. He opened the door, saw the costume gang dismodding, and called, morning men. Well, it's number one. We didn't expect to find you here like this. Come in, I'll explain everything. Man, the McGill's and the Whispering John are where I wanted them. What about the lone ranger? You'll meet him later. Hey, number 10 isn't here. He couldn't get here. He's tied up. But there's somebody here who doesn't belong to the gang. How are we going to find him? I'll find him. I'll not risk being shot. All of you, line up against the lone wall. Unbuckle your gun belts, let them drop. And remember, any man who makes the false move gets a bullet. I'm watching you. That's it. Now take off your hoods and robes. I'll soon see who doesn't belong to the gang. At that moment, the lone ranger who was the only man in a position to look through the front windows saw Toto on the veranda. The Indian grinned and signaled. Then Skeet said, well, number one, roll unloaded. You see anyone who goes alone? I'll show you the man. Holding a gun in his right hand, the lone ranger raised his left and removed the hood. There he is. The last man. The lone ranger. Thank you. Get your hand up. Please, you co-captain. One rule, we should. Look, the federal marchers. And the parson. You're covered from every window. Don't shoot. We give up. Coming, you debonies. Gather up the guns and handcuffs. We don't take care of them, my shoes. Don't you're covering the folks. They got handcuffs. While the terrorists were being handcuffed, the lone ranger pulled off the rope and called to Tom McGill in the adjoining room. Tom, free the prisoners' ankles and remove the gags. Then bring him in here. A moment later, Tom and Kathy McGill entered the living room with John Woods. Whispering, John. He led the gang, marshal. Even his men didn't know who he was, so they knew his voice. That's why he spoke in a whisper while pretending to be an honest rancher. I see it all now. Tom and Kathy McGill and a confessed member of the gang named Ben Boyne, whom you will find in the theater line camp, will supply you with enough evidence to convict Woods and the others. Mrs. Seen up the worst gang in the West. I hope that they'll be away for the homesteaders to get back their land. When the law gets through these trucks, they'll be justice done and damages paid. All right, Otto, our work here is finished. Adios. Bye. Folks, from now on, this part of the country is going to be a good place for good people to settle, thanks to the Lone Ranger. Here, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. 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