 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty Hio Silver! The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the Oats cereal that's ready to eat, Vanny Crocker mixes, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! When the weather's bad, do you and your friends ever hang around the house wondering what to do? Well, I'll bet it happens lots. Well, you know where you can have the most fun? In the kitchen, with a package of the new Betty Crocker brownie mix. That's right, it's easy as can be to bake up a big batch of luscious chocolatey brownies with Betty Crocker brownie mix. Everything you need is right in the package. Just add one egg if you like the chewy, fudgy kind of brownies. And two eggs if you want them soft and tender like cake. Add nuts too if you like. Either way, Betty Crocker brownies are the gee I can't eat them fast enough kind. Even if you've never baked before, you'll turn out scrumptious, chocolatey, perfect brownies the very first time. And what fun you and your gang will have eating brownies that you baked yourselves! Have mom get Betty Crocker brownie mix next time she shops. Then invite your friends over for some fun. With his faithful Indian companion title, 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 go of it all. I am Silver! Nick Lurgen, owner of the Rhetton Cafe, was secretly the leader of a gang of gunslingers, who for some time had terrorized the territory. One evening Nick sat in his office smiling and waiting for the excitement he knew would soon grip the town. He heard what he had been waiting for. Nick quickly rose from his chair and went into the cafe. Later four men met with Nick in his office. They had come in the back way one at a time. Nick sat at his desk silently until the last one arrived. Then he spoke. Well you got the cash you went after, but Tex got wounded in the arm and caught. He's over in the jail right now. Bad, boss. I suppose they're getting to talk. Yeah, Tex is a type that would save his own neck. The sheriff took a posse out to try to trade you fellas, so he hasn't had a chance to question Tex yet. Maybe we can bust Tex out of the jail, boss. There's not much chance of that, but as soon as the sheriff gets back, I'll go over and offer a suggestion he might follow. If he does, we won't have to worry anymore about Tex. I'll leave by the back way and go into the cafe one at a time. It was late that night when Nick Lurgen went to see the sheriff who had returned with a posse. Very well, didn't he? I suppose you want to know if we got a line on that gang. Yeah, yeah, that gang has me worried, sheriff. I thought I'd come talk to you about it. We should now be comfortable with it. Thank you. Well, frankly, we didn't get far. Seems like they separated after they left town and covered their trails too well. What's more, the moon wasn't too bright for trailing. Too bad. Rick and you heard, we caught one of them, though. We hit his arm with a bullet just as he was mountaining. His horse bolted, so we cut him. He's back in the cell now. Yeah, yeah, I did hear about that. Did, uh, did you get him to tell you anything? Yeah, yeah. Seems like he's scared to talk, which maybe he'll get over it. I was wondering, sheriff, maybe you ought to try something drastic. What is it? Like what, for instance? Well, uh, like making it easy for the prisoner to escape. He'd head for the gang's hideout, and the posse could follow him. Hmm, yeah, see what you mean. But if he figured his escape was free... Well, it'd have to be done in a way that he wouldn't suspect. There, uh, there are always a couple of horses at the hitch-rack behind the jail. Yeah, that's right. Well, now, if you tipped off the jailer to take his breakfast in that dawn and slip and fall as he entered the cell, I think the outlaw would take advantage of it. Yeah, it really would have dared me. Well, you have to take chances, sheriff. If you will never get that outlaw to talk, I feel sure of it. All right, Nick. I'll tip off the jailer what he's to do. Then I'll have the posse trailed prisoner when he leaves. Nick returned to his office where two of his men, Walt and Chet, were waiting. Well, boys, it's all fixed. Sheriff fell for my idea. You mean he's gonna let Chet's get away? Yep. I hope Chet says sense enough not to come directly here. He'll know he has to grab a horse and get out of town fast. Before he gets a chance to circle around and come back here, he'll be dead. Well, dead? Nobody smoke. What do you mean, dead? Well, I want you and Chet to go out to the Cottonwood Grove alongside the trail west of town. I'll be there at dawn. What for? We ought to be able to guess that. When Tex rides out that way, which is the logical trail form to follow, see that he gets a bullet. In a secluded clearing beyond the grove of Cottonwoods out along the west trail, the lone ranger and his Indian companion, Toto, had camped for the night. It was just after dawn and the masked man was preparing to unroll from his blanket when he heard a distant shot. Toto, did you hear that shot? It comes from down trail. We'll saddle the horses and go investigate. Currently, the lone ranger and Toto saddled Silver and Scout. Then they mounted and rolled from the clearing. A few minutes later, they approached a figure lying alongside the trail. That fellow on the trail must have been ambushed. He's still alive. Give me your canteen, Toto. Here, canteen. Easy, Toto. Easy. Here's some water. No, you lose. I'm done for. There's a shot in the back. They frame me. I know now. Tell the sheriff there. He's gone, Toto. Him speak of being framed. Him say that... You see big dust cloud on trail from town. We better not be found here with this dead man. The shelter from the posse had started out a few minutes after Tex left to trail him from town. As they approached the grove of Cottonwoods, a deputy pointed ahead and spoke. Hey, look, Sheriff. Two hombres riding over the rise ahead. Seems like one's a red-skinned, the other's masked. I noticed it when he looked back. He went over that rise like he was in a big hurry, too. Why's he seen this coming? Hit him! Hit him! Hit him! He hurried their horses to a faster pace. The sheriff from the posse soon reached the spot where Tex lay. It's the outlaw who escaped from jail. The man we were trailing. He shot in the back. He was dead as a door near. The two we saw going over the rise a couple of minutes ago. That Indian and masked man, they must have done it. They must be members of the outlaw gang. It was the new we were trailing. Yeah, that's right. A couple of you men stay here and bury the zombie. The rest of us will try to pick up the trail of the masked men in the engine. Hit them in. Hit him! Hit him! Hit him! Hit him! Hit him! When the long ranger and topple rode away to avoid the posse, they knew they must have been seen. They covered their trail by riding along in streams and on rocky surfaces until they were finally convinced that they couldn't be followed. They had circled the town and finally came to a halt in a grove. I've been thinking, Toto, about what that die man said. That he'd been framed. The posse couldn't have had more than a flashing look at us, Toto, as we went over the hill. That's right. I'm sure you'd be able to go to town without being recognized. You might find out something. A fecal! All right, I'll wait here for you. Let me get news and come back. Get him out of town! Get him out of town! Get him out of town! Get him out of town! It was almost noon before Toto returned to the place where the long ranger was waiting. Oh, Toto. Easy, Toto. Easy, Toto. What did you learn, Toto? Amigo de Capet. We hear men say, Outlaw escaped jail at dawn. Him have wound in right arm. Then the man we found dying on the trail was an outlaw? Ah. He might be a member of the gang we came down this way to find. Then that's what we think. Gang robbed bank at Redton last night. Suddenly get wounded and captured. Then in get way this morning. Strange, he was able to get away. Ah. Sheriff and posse come back to town just for me leave. Then tell about fine and dead outlaw on trail. Did they see us leaving as we thought they had? Ah. Deputy Commander Capet. Him say posse see mask man, Indian go over rise. Him say sheriff think we an outlaw gang. I see. Sheriff get bigger posse. And soon them start out again to find us. That certainly interferes with our plans. We came here to help catch the outlaw gang. Now a posse is hunting us. We're murder. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. You bet we're eating our weedies out west, including the champs. Take Eddie Matthews born in Texarkana, Texas. And a great slugger for the Milwaukee Braves. He got a Texas start and a Wheaties start. Been eating them for years. And there's Gene Littler from California. One of the best pro golfers in the game. Listen. How he socks them off the tee. You bet Gene's a Wheaties champ. Then eat them since he was seven. A he-man breakfast for champs and gonna be champs. Why there's a whole kernel of weed in every Wheaties flake. Keep on eating your weedies. And you can do, do, do, and I'll be okay. Now to continue. After hearing the news, a masked man thought for a few moments. Then he spoke. The person or persons who killed that escaped outlaw must have been members of his own gang. Ah. If we could pick up their trail, it might lead us to their hideout. It's up to us to locate them before the posse catches up with us. And then we go back where we find fellow who gets shot? Yes. We'll circle out from there and try to pick up the trail of his killer. All right, let's get going. Easy steady big kill. Easy, sir. Easy, sir. Come on, sir. Easy, sir. Easy, sir. Come on, sir. Come on. Total found the trail left by Walton and Chet. Come on, sir. Come on, sir. Come on, sir. Come on, sir. Easy, sir. Come on, sir. Find something coming. Ah. There are hoof marks. Two horses. Then go through Grove. That way. Away from trail. This gives us something to work on. Let's get going and see where the trail leads. Come on, sir. Let's count. Walton and Chet had covered their trail well. And it took the masked man and Indian quite some time to follow it. Finally, it became a clear trail that led to the main street of town. The lone ranger and puddle stopped on the edge of town in a secluded place. Oh, sir. Easy, sir. Easy, sir. The hoof marks we were following go into town. We found that out. They've been covered over by many others in the dusty street. Ah. Do you remember that his gang who shot that outlaw? It might mean the gang is hiding right in town. That's right. Maybe then help outlaw get out of jail, then shoot him. He said he'd been framed. I'd like to know just how they helped him escape. I mean not hear anyone say. I could talk to the sheriff. Or him out with posse, hunting for us, Kimasabi. Yes, I know. We'll be back by nightfall. We'll wait until then. After darkness had fallen, the sheriff and his deputy were in the sheriff's office discussing the events of the day. They'd never tank. This whole thing has been messed up. That's too bad you listened to Nick Lurkin about fixing to let that prisoner escape. Yeah, I know. I know. You don't have to rub again. Nick keeps talking of how worried he is about that gang being on the loose. But I notice he never rides with a posse. He sure would have wasted time today if he'd gone with us. I reckon that masked man and Red Skin are a good many miles away from here by now. You're wrong, Mr. Red. Hey, the masked man. He sneaked in the door behind us. Hey, you can't come in here holding guns like that. I am in and holding guns, Sheriff. But I'm holding them only as a precaution. I want to talk to you. Where's that Indian fridger yours? He's at the window behind your deputy. Also holding a gun as a precaution. Jumping cat piss he got us hometown. It won't hurt you to talk a few minutes. We're neither killers nor outlaws. We came here as friends. Who ever heard of a masked hombre being a friend of the law? I have. And if you think a moment, perhaps you have too. Yeah, you're local. Well, I've never... Well, come to think of it, I have heard of one masked hombre like that. Gee, you couldn't be the law ranger. Yes. I thought I heard the shot and investigated. I... I don't need these guns now. I'm sure glad you've put them away, too. I tell me, Sheriff, just how did that wounded outlaw escape this morning? Well, frankly, the whole thing was a frame-up. You, uh, said a frame-up? Uh-huh. That's what he said. Who? The outlaw, just before he died. He was still alive until I reached him. He said they framed him. Then he said to tell the sheriff, there, there, that's as far as he got. I figured he was about to say where the gang was or who were in the gang. But that doesn't make sense. How could they free me, Mother Gillette? I did it hooking the following. You did it because Nick Lurgen told you to. Yeah, but that's right. Uh, who's Nick Lurgen? The Caffeine. Follow, come around the door and come inside. I have a plan that may prove whether Lurgen's the leader or not. Sheriff, if you and your deputy are willing, here's what I think, yes. Later that night, the deputy sheriff entered the cafe and made certain to join a group with which some of Lurgen's men were standing. Well, evening, boss. I should have news for you tonight. Yeah? Not a prisoner escaping? Ah, no, no. But we do have two more in the pokey. Believe it or not, the sheriff and I happened to surprise that masked man in Red Skinner on the edge of town. Do they admit killing the prisoner? Are they members of the outlaw gang? Well, from what they say, they aren't with the gang exactly. It seems the head of the gang hired them to go out there to that grove and kill off the two hombres he was sending to shoot the escaped prisoner. What? Hey, why should the outlaw leader go to all that trouble? Yeah, we figured out to make sense. Now, look, he had to have an excuse to get his two men out to that grove. So he appointed them to plug the escaped prisoner. By hiring a masked man in Indian Cheap, he was getting rid of three hombres who'd be cut in on the bank cash they got last night. That's sure a slick plan, huh? Yeah, but it didn't work. Yeah, too bad the two hombres we caught can't identify the outlaw leader. Seems he got in touch with them through a friend in the minimum at night outside of town. Yeah, boys, uh, gotta get back to the sheriff's waiting. Let's get Jim and West to go in with us for the showdown. Come on now. A short time later, Nick looked up at the four hard-faced men who stood before his desk. Well, what do you fellas want? I told you I'd call you when I wanted you. Nick, we find out all about your planes. There's two gunslingers you hired to do us in. I've been caught. Yeah. What are you talking about? You know what we mean. You're no good chitlin' crook. Why, for two cents, I'd blow the top off that empty skull of yours. No cheap mutt like you's gonna come in here calling me, Nick. They can all play at the shooting game, Nick. We're four against one. Get that bank dough and get it out quick, savvy. Wait a minute, wait a minute. Calm down, boys. There's no use blowing off your hat over nothing. You want a split maid ride now, all right? We'll divvy the cash five ways even all around. How's that? Open the safe behind you and get it out. Sure, sure. There it is. This is the king from the bank. Oh, rabbit section. Sure. Hey, what's the idea? We're counting you out, fancy pants. You're trying to double-cross us after we all played along with you on job after job. You have techs framed out of jail, then you sent us to plug them. Well, you agreed to do it? Yeah, but we didn't know you planned to have us filled with lead at the same time. I reckon Jim and Wes would have been next. Ah, you're all local. But local or not, you're not leaving with that cash. I talked the sheriff into letting techs escape to save your hide as well as my own. Now put that sack down. Nick, if you want a shirt on with bullets, you'll get it right now. Let's all get in on that pay. Hey, the sheriff, how do get in? I'll do it. Oh, my leg. Give it to your guns. Get out for the cafe. No! Come on, we're waiting down here for you. Come on, let him have it. Hold it! Ah, I'm here, then. You don't need it. Go. Good work, Otto. Well, if you're the two, will this start something? We know when we're late. Yeah, you're too many for us. All right. Some of you will get these killers to jail. I mean, they'll spit you through the window bags, man. You heard enough, Sheriff. And that bank sack is real evidence. Yeah. These coyotes will squeal on one another. We have plenty to hang them for. Now I reckon Nick knows what it is to be double-crossed. That masked hombre helped the law against us. Oh, you fool. I never thought that masked man in my life. I don't even know who he is. Well, Puddle and I won't stay together quiet with him, Sheriff. He and his gang are the type of men the West is able to do without. Yeah, he's right. He plays under your plan work fine, Mr. And might be glad you dropped in at the office. We'll move on now, Sheriff. Puddle and I have other work to do. Allios. With me, 18, good luck to you. I don't have you on this. I'll come that mask on. Puddle. Who are you to ask questions, Lurkin? You'll have time in jail to wonder about what happened. But I'll tell you this much. You and your kind are ducks, you perlombri like a little ranger. I'll tell you that. Here, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Tremble Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Foy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.