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That's a fresh idea that's very old-fashioned. 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, people. I'm Silver! The commanding officer at Fort Newton in New Mexico territory pounded his desk with his fist in frustration. As he spoke heatedly to his aide, Lieutenant Perry. Very thunder, Lieutenant Perry. This situation is intolerable. I've had wide experience in Indian warfare. But this is the first time I've ever found a patchy following a deliberate strategic pattern in their operations. What do you make of it, Major Senator? Frankly, I'm puzzled. Their moves are made as if directed by a military mastermind. What's more puzzling is that they seem to know every move we make. Several army wagon trains came through without being molested, but the one carrying ammunition was the one those in front of the patches raided. Yes, and the couriers we sent asking for reinforcements have been intercepted. It seems impossible to get word through to the fort at El Paso. Exactly. The patches must have spires everywhere. Uh, let me try to get through to El Paso. You? Yes, sir. How can you expect to get through after so many others have failed? I know this territory well, sir, and I know the ways of Indians. I feel sure I can succeed. Well, all right, Lieutenant, you have my permission and my blessing. I sincerely hope you succeed. That afternoon, Lieutenant Perry left the fort with praise for his courage ringing in his ears. When he reached the top of a hill, he pulled to a stop. Oh, oh. For a moment, he looked back at the fort with a strange expression on his face. Then with a grim smile, he removed his military hat and put it into his saddlebag, from which he took a wide-beaded headband. He adjusted the headband securely in place of his hat, then started down the trail at a gallop. Get up. Get up there. The lone ranger and Toto were riding up the trail toward Port Newton, when Toto suddenly spoke. Look, he must have been. We see dust cloud over rise and distance. Yes, someone's coming toward us. They turn into the gully until he passes. Come on, Toto. Come on, Toto. Can you see for a while? Who's in the front? The horseman will pass in a moment. Ah. He'll not see us here. He'll come and over rise now. We see him through brush. Yes, I see him, too. Get up, Toto. Get up. In where army uniformed? Look, he's wearing a beaded headband in place of his army hat. That's strange. Very strange. He wore the uniform of a cavalry officer, and a headband of beads. Curious about him, Toto? Let's trail him and see where he goes. Meantime, the lieutenant followed the river trail for about two miles. Suddenly he pulled to a stop as two Apache Braves rode from behind big boulders and barred his path. They held rifles pointed at the officer. How? They'll face soldiers where Indian band round head. You come. We take you to White Chief. The lieutenant hesitated a moment. The Indians still kept their rifles aimed at him, and he realized he had no other choice but to go with them. Finally, he spoke. Very well. I'll go with you. Take me to your White Chief. Go that way. Get up. Get up. The two Indians and the lieutenant rode into the foothills for some time. Finally, they entered a deep set narrow valley, and the officer realized he had reached the Apache's camp. He and his two escort stopped in front of the Chief's wigwam. Oh, holy moly. The lieutenant waited beside his horse as the Chief came from the wigwam, accompanied by a man in the uniform of a French army officer. Good afternoon, Captain Cabot. You are a most welcome visitor, Lieutenant. Chief Big Hawk, this is the American officer with whom I made friends in El Paso. Oh, friend of White Leader is welcome to Apache camp. Oh, Chief Big Hawk. Captain, the headband you gave me was a pass of safety. Oui, Monsieur Lieutenant. Big Hawk has given orders to all Apache brave to respect the defeated headband. I am glad our many talks done in El Paso have convinced you to aid in the great cause, mon ami. In spite of all our talks, Captain, I don't know exactly what your cause is. I shall tell you briefly. As you know, Napoleon III has placed Maximilian on the throne of Mexico and has given him military support. Yes, I know. It is Napoleon's desire to strengthen Maximilian's position among the people of Mexico so they will accept him more readily. I've heard Maximilian has great opposition. Oui, unfortunately. But your activity among the patches. What about that? Mon ami, the people of your country will think there is just another big uprising of the Indians. What they do not know is that when the settlers here have been terrorized and the few garrisons depleted and weakened in New Mexico, soldiers loyal to Maximilian and trained by Napoleon's officers will move in from the mountain regions south of here and take the territory for Mexico. And you believe such a move will cause the Mexican people to look with favor on their new emperor? Of course. You already know conditions at Fort Newton? Oui, there are about 50 troopers at the fort. With your help we shall learn the fort's weaknesses and that dawn tomorrow the Apaches will move against it. Now let us go into the wigwam and discuss the plan of attack with Chief Big Hawk. The old ranger and Toto follow the trail of Lieutenant Perry and the two Apaches through the foothills. Toto noticed many Indian signs along the way but he and a masked man managed to reach a ridge overlooking the camp in the valley without mishap. They pulled to a halt. Oh, father, they're Apache camp chemo-subbies. Yes, I use my field glasses. What do you see? The officer we saw wearing the headband is talking to a man in what seems to be a French officer's uniform. That's strange. Now they're going into the chief's wigwam. The officer we saw must have come from Fort Newton. Him traitor, maybe. Yes. There's several hundred braids in that camp, Toto. The troopers must be told about them. If a Apache watch trail to Fort, it's not easy to get through. Most likely be watching the trail south of the Fort of El Paso, too. Me not savvy. Toto, from Fort. Rhine trail without harm from Apache. Either he's known to them or has something to indicate that he's friendly to them. Maybe... Toto, a beaded headband. That must be it. Don't you have a beaded headband in your saddle-bike? Here, your headband. Good. If we're right, this should guarantee my safety on the trail to Fort Newton. Toto, you head for El Paso until Colonel Harris what we've seen. I'll wait at Fort Newton for you. Three, four hour ride. Get him up scout. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Remember way back when, when you were a kid growing up, you always found time to make a side trip to the little grocery store down the block. That's where you'd find the big display of Mickey snack cakes. Remember? Didn't it make you happy to pick up a devil delight and take a whiff? What a chocolatey smell. Remember the coconut sprinkled Jim Jams or the cream-filled banana flips? Well, today, marita bakeries still make the Mickey snack cakes you used to love as a kid. That's why Mickey snack cakes are called smile food. The bakers know they're spreading smiles and sunshine wherever Mickey snack cakes are sold. Find a little neighborhood grocery store today or a big modern supermarket. Look for the display of Mickey snack cakes. They're all there like you used to remember. The devil delights, the Jim Jams, the banana flips. Treat yourself to some fresh memories. Treat yourself to a Mickey snack cake. Have a smile on us. Now to continue. After discovering the Apache camp, the lone ranger and totto separated. The Indians started for El Paso while the mask man rode toward Fort Newton wearing the beaded headband. He sighted the patches on the way, but they let him pass without interference, which he concluded was due to the headband. It was dusk when the sergeant of the guard took the lone ranger into the major's office. Where are you? I'm delighted and relieved to see you, my friend. Hello, major. The mask, sir, I know. This mask man is a good friend, sergeant. You and the guards may leave. Yes, sir. My couriers haven't been able to get through. I don't know how you made it. Sit down, my friend. Well, thanks. I know this headband bought me through safely. I put it into my pocket just before I reached the fort, but I wore it while riding the trail. I saw several patches on the way, but they didn't try to stop me. A beaded headband, eh? I don't see how you... I'll discuss it further in a moment, major. Tell me, did one of your men leave the fort a while ago? Yes, my aide, Lieutenant Perry. I had married his carriage. He offered to take a dispatch to Colonel Harris of El Paso. The lieutenant didn't go to El Paso. How do you know? Was he ambushed? He's a lie, major. He wore a beaded headband like this one. How come I saw him on the trail? I don't understand. The lieutenant met two Apache braves. They took him to the Apache camp. To? To the Apache camp? Then he's a prisoner. No, sir. Perhaps a traitor, major. A mask man told briefly what he and Toto had seen through the field glasses. He concluded by saying... The fact that the lieutenant went to the Apache camp today may indicate that time is near for an attack on the fort. I'll give orders to be prepared for an attack. Will you stay with us? I'll be glad to. If Toto gets through, the reinforcements may arrive before the attack. If he doesn't get through, we're dead for him. Perhaps. But not without putting up a mighty good fight. That evening in the chief's wigwam, the French officer Captain Cabot was talking to the lieutenant and Chief Big Hawk. It is settled that we attack before that dawn. I have an idea, Captain. It'll make the capture the fort easy. Oh, and just what is the idea, Monome? You plan to have the Apaches hidden just over the ridge in front of the fort at dawn. Where? Well, why not let me ride at a gallop down the slope toward the gates of the fort, followed by two or three brave chute narrows over my head. Huh? The guards all think I've returned from El Paso and that I'm being attacked by a few Indians. They let me inside. Oh, and them was here? Then I'll tell the major the Apaches are gathering to attack from behind the fort. When I get the chance, I'll unbolt the gates. The Apaches will attack down the slope from the front and be able to enter immediately. Wonderful! That is what we will do, Lieutenant. During the night, there was great activity inside the fort, as settlers straggled in after being warned that an attack was possible and everyone prepared for the expected fight. At dawn, the lone ranger and the major stood on the rampart near the big gates, watching up the slope to the ridge beyond. Well, so far, there's nothing to indicate an attack is imminent. But if anything is going to happen, it should start soon. Sun's coming up. I'm worried about your friend, Tadu. It seems to me if he got through, the reinforcements would have been here by this time. As I know, I've tried not to think that he might have been... Look, a rider galloping down the slope toward the fort. A few Indians are chasing him. That's Lieutenant! Let's get to the gates! As the Lieutenant approached, the gates were swung open. Three Apaches, keeping out of gun range, turned and raced back up the slope. In a moment, Lieutenant Perry pulled to a stop inside the fort. Oh, boy! Hold the gate! That's it! Lieutenant Perry, I didn't expect you to return. Major! If those Apaches had really been after you, Lieutenant, they were close enough to have shot you with an arrow. Just mask me in there. Very friendly. Lieutenant, if this is a trick... No, not a trick against the forts. But a trick to get here safely. There are 300 Apaches waiting behind that ridge in front of the fort. I told the leader, a French officer working on orders from Napoleon that I'd say they'd attack from behind the fort. Lieutenant, you were seen in conference with the Apache chief at the Indian camp. I'm inclined to think... Please, Major, you must believe me. I left here with full intentions to go into El Paso, and I was sure I'd get through safely for reasons I'll explain later. Some Apaches stopped me on the trail and forced me to go with them to their camp. This is the only chance I've had to get back to the fort. That's the truth, sir. I believe him, Major. We saw the Apaches holding guns on him. I suggest you alert the troopers. The attack will come in a moment. Roger! There's the bin for the attack. Yes, sir! The Frenchman, Captain Gabon, must be captured, sir. He's very dangerous, and he alone controls the Apaches. I hope we can trust you, Lieutenant. He can be watched closely until we're sure, Major. Meantime, I think he is telling the truth. We'll see it. You think you're coming over the ridge? I'll have the men hold their fire until the Apaches are close enough for effective shots. Hold your fire until I give the order! The Indians swarmed down the slope, heading directly for the gates. When the front ranks were within gun range, the low rangers spoke. Now, Major. Open fire! They didn't expect that pilot. They expected me to open the gates for them. Look, there's a French officer with a chief. We must get him. You hear him? He fell from his horse. Have your men come in, Major. Tell them to let me out. Open the gates and let the vast land through! He never made it. As the Major and Lieutenant watched, the low ranger ran out to where the French captain lay wounded. The men in the fort kept up rapid gunfire as he picked up the wounded man and shot it back. The Apaches hadn't rallied enough to be within range of him, but it seemed that in another moment he'd fall a victim to their bullets. Run! Run! He must make it! He must! He can't get back! Major, we better close the gates! Don't cut those gates! The two officers and the men watched tensely as the low ranger ran with his heavy burden toward the open gates. Another moment and he'd be inside. Then he stumbled and fell. He's done for it. We better close the gates before the Apaches come through. Major, look! Cavalry moving in from both sides! As the low ranger fell, he realized death was close. Good few having one of his guns, he raised on his elbows and emptied it at the chief who had moved within range. At that moment, the masked man too realized the troopers had arrived. The cavalry from El Paso had been caught o' safe. The cavalry moved in fast and the Apaches, now without any leader, seemed to think only of escaping. The Major, Lieutenant and some of the troopers ran out through the gates as the low ranger stood up. Yes, Major! You kept the Apaches from rescuing the French captain. And as he's unconscious, you take him inside. Pay him the fortune! Thank heaven you're safe. I'll be glad to get here and find Kimusami. Thanks, Toto. We needed this help. We'll go inside and question that French officer when he regains consciousness. Let's go. All right. Later, the Major, with the low ranger, Toto and the Lieutenant stood beside Captain Cabo's cot. Well, Captain, your big plans have fallen through. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Captain, your big plans have fallen through. Lieutenant Perry has told us about them. Lieutenant, he is the traitor who turned against us. The Lieutenant is a man of courage who did his country a big service, Captain Cabo. You... That mask, I do not understand. Another great man of courage, Captain. In spite of the Lieutenant's efforts, your savages might have succeeded if it hadn't been for the masked man and his friend. I am a French officer of Napoleon's army. If I know anything about Napoleon III, he'll deny he knew of your plans, Captain, and leave you in the hands of our government for punishment. Lieutenant, I owe you an apology for thinking you were a traitor. I don't blame you for thinking that, sir. I met Captain Cabo in El Paso a month ago. I'd celebrated little too much, and as most soldiers do, was complaining about certain things in the service. He approached me with the idea throwing in with him, and I let him think I was willing. Why? You Americans, I do not understand you. You complain loudly about everything, but it means nothing. We reserve the right to complain openly about matters, Captain. That's one of the rights freedom gives us. I write people in many other countries don't have. But actions speak louder than words. And the complaining soldiers will fight to preserve that right, along with others. Really, too, sir. When I hear my men complaining, I am satisfied. If they're stalking, I know something is radically wrong. Lieutenant, I congratulate you. And I, too, apologize. Thank you, Major. Well, Toto, we'll head south this morning. Our work here is done. Ah, keep us company. But we'll be back someday, Major. Adios, everyone. Adios! Major, who is that mask man? A great American, Lieutenant. A man who's always willing to risk his life to help this country and to preserve the freedom of its people. He's the lone ranger. I'll do it! Times sure have changed. Time was when people saved cookouts and picnics for summer, and lazy Sundays 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 easy-going 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. That's the only way Merida can promise you'll find the freshest rolls and bread and cakes the very next day on your grocery shelf. But remember, we bake our famous hot dog and hamburger rolls all year long. So, relax a little. Plan quick and easy meals your family will love. And don't forget Merida. Merida enriched hot dog and hamburger rolls. We're not just a summertime thing. Listen to the lone ranger. Meanwhile, the lone ranger and tanto had watched Yank's place from a well-concealed camp on a hill within spyglass distance. That night, Yank and Joe were alone in the ranch house. Joe was asking, Mars, why'd you let the other boys go to town again? I didn't want them around when the outlaws walk into our trap. They'd want to split as a gold. You figure they'll come tonight? Yeah, the marshal and the deputy are gone for good, I hope. The lone ranger will lead them a merry chase. So the coast is clear for the gold thieves to come back after the morgons. What'll I do? Guard the corral. I'll be hiding in here with my gun ready. Listen. I heard a noise outside. You better blow out the lights. I didn't hear anything. Did you leave that west window open? I never opened it. Well, it's open now. Please, you pull that. Don't shoot! Take them cover, shit. I'm farming in. How'd you like to swap two morgons for your life, horse? Go and kill me and take the horses. I'm taking your guns first. 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