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Betty Crocker's chocolate malt cake mix. You love it. With his faithful Indian companion tanto, the daring and resourceful mask writer of the plains let 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 along Silver. Let's go big fella. I am Silver. Bye. Ranger and Tunnel walked down the main street of Tomahawk toward the Trails End Cafe. The Lone Ranger was not wearing a mask, but his clothes were travel stained and dusty. There was nothing in his appearance to distinguish him from a thousand other cowboys who had ridden the long hard trail and his hat was pulled low over his eyes to shadow his face. Trails end only cafe in town. If Butch Carson and any of his men here, that's where we find them. Cafe plenty crowded. The Lone Ranger and Tahoe entered the cafe. At the far end of the long room there was a stage and a woman of about 30 who had just finished singing was balling to the applause of the ranchers and car hens. We've come to the right place Tahoe. That's Carrie Lane. Ah, who used to sing and dance. Butch Carson's girl. She wouldn't be working here if he weren't somewhere around. Tunnel, not see him. No, but there's Jake Nolan behind the bar. Can you look, Kimusabe? That Sheriff just came in. Off your gun belt. Put it on the bar. What's the idea? You're arresting me for something? No, I can't arrest you. I haven't got any proof. But there's another way of stopping you and your own recruit from killing my cows and running off my cab. We're going to settle this feud between us with our fists. I'll break you in two. Come on out. Come on, let's go. Bill and Jake led the way out of the cafe. The other men soon formed a hollow square in the street. Torches were lit. The Sheriff and the cafe owner squared off. Jake was much the heavier of the two. And he put all his weight behind his first lun. Bill knew that he had no chance of one of Jake's crushing blows with a land squarely. He fought coolly, watching for his openings, and then driving right and left home with lightning speed. Jake was tiring, and the crowd realized that the tide of battle had swung in favor of the Sheriff. Then suddenly, in avoiding one of Jake's vicious swings, Bill slipped and fell. Jake roared. In a second, the crowd knew he would jump on his fallen opponent. But before he could take a single step, a hand of steel grasped his shoulder and whirled him around. I wouldn't do that if I were you. Who's the stranger? Look what he's doing. Get out of here. Just as soon as the Sheriff's on his feet and not before. I'll show you. Not that way. The long ranger sidestepped. Jake's vicious swing, and then drove a hard right to the cafe owner's jaw. Jake dropped to the ground. All right. Come on, Tutto. Wait a minute. Jake's out cold. Stopping somebody. Stop that ombre. He's gone, son, but it was a lucky thing for you to step in when he did. Yeah, I know that. Just look at those spurs of Jake's. If he didn't kill each, he would have spoiled your looks. Yeah. We'll have to get him inside. I'll attend to that, Sheriff. Taking back to the office. And who are you? I'm Kerry, the new singer. May I offer my congratulations, sir? I don't deserve any congratulations. You're alive, and while there's life, there's hope. What did she mean by that? You searched me, but I sure didn't like the sound of that laugh. In the office of the cafe, Kerry bathed Jake's swollen jaw, and applied a piece of steak to an eye that was rapidly turning black and blue. Who was that knock me off? Stranger. Nobody seemed to know who he was. He left before anybody could find out. If he ever comes back, I'll break his head in. Aren't you asking for more trouble than you can handle? I'll show him. Well, somehow I don't think he'll be back. And anyway, Bill Desmond's the one you should be so at. He was the one who started it. Yeah, the mangy coyote. And you wanted him to start it, didn't you, Jake? Only you were hoping he'd go for his guns. What are you talking about? You thought you could get rid of him and take his place. Well, I guess Butch wouldn't like it if I was Sheriff, huh? I guess he wouldn't like to move in and get the kind of protection I could give him. Oh, I guess he'd like it a whole lot. Only you've bungled the job. Now, how about taking a few suggestions from us? Butch will get rid of Desmond for me. In a way. In a way, he'll get rid of himself. Oh, hello, Sally. Look, the sheriff has nearly 20,000 head of cattle. He doesn't own enough land to graze a thousand. Oh, he sure does. I said, oh, he owns 100 acres on this side of the river. All that range on the far side belongs to Silas Mason, the banker. Yeah, but he rents it to Desmond. And the lease is up at noon tomorrow. He'll be renewed. No, it won't be. Sometime before noon tomorrow, Mason will walk in here and offer to lease that range to you. You're local. I'm telling you what's going to happen. Just leave it to Butch. We'll only need your help if things go wrong. Shortly after midnight, Silas Mason was awakened by a loud knocking at the front door of his home. He struggled into his clothes and hurried to answer it. After midnight, time to wake a man up. He opened the door. There were half a dozen men standing on the porch. All of them wore bandanas covering their faces. Outrage. Get him, Joe. One of the masked men hit the banker hard behind the left ear with a butt of his gun. Give your hand with him. When the banker came to, he was lying on the ground near a small campfire. There were men sitting all around him. By the time you were showing signs of life, Silas. Who are you? What do you want with me? Brought you out here to discuss a business proposition. That's a likely story. It's the truth. You own the land across the river from the bar D range, don't you? What about it? You lease the grazing rights to Bill Desmond. That's right. The lease is up at noon today. We don't want you to renew it. You just try and stop me. We intend. You're going to lease the rights to Jake Nolan, Silas. How do you know he wants to lease my land? He will. You'll realize just as you did. It'll mean the end of Desmond's ranching in this county. That's what you want. You want to put Bill out of business? Yeah. You're going to Jake tomorrow morning and lease him your land. How are you going to make me killing me won't do any good? No, no, Silas. I won't do it. Have you forgotten your wife? My wife? She's been visiting in St. Louis. She's on her way home now, traveling by stage. You expect her either tonight or tomorrow. But lots of things can happen between here and Wilmot. It's a dangerous trail. You'd hold up the stage? And take your wife prisoner, Silas. You might never see her again. That dirty... Don't say anything to Bill, Silas. I know what you're thinking. But he can't save your wife. You don't follow our orders. I will, I will. Sure. You find the river trail half a mile south of here. Get going. Maybe you can make it back to town for the storm breaks. A lone ranger and a tautal who had been searching for Butch Carson's camp found a cave on the banks of the river just as the storm broke. They were about to take shelter from the rain when Silver whinnied sharply. There was a lightning flash and they saw a rider heading toward them along the river trail. In that instant of light, the horse went down. The rider went over his head into the fast-moving stream. Swiftly, the lone ranger pulled off his boots, watching for the man to come up. There he is. Turn, carry him down this way. They're rapid below. The lone ranger dove in. The man had been carried out to midstream. The lone ranger struck out toward him. The man was struggling desperately. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Sailor Sam is the smartest boy. Whoever shouted ship a high. He can weather any storm that blows. He's got go power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got go power. There he goes. He's feeling his Cheerios. Cheerios. Cheerios. Good old Cheerios. They got go. So nourishing because they're made from oats with minerals, vitamins and proteins that your body needs. Yes, indeed. A bowl of Cheerios and milk really starts your day off right. Does all sorts of good things for your body. Helps you have strong bones and muscles, good red blood and healthy nerves. So every morning, take on a bowl of Cheerios and milk for real go power. You like that wonderful toasted oat flavor too. Downright delicious. Come to think of it, Cheerios is one of the tastiest muscle building foods you can eat. Try Cheerios and you'll hear. He's feeling his Cheerios. Now to continue. Suddenly as the lone ranger was swimming for the drowning man, the man's head disappeared. In the next moment the masked man felt a terrific wrench. A whirlpool had gripped him. It pulled him under deeper and deeper toward the bottom. Instead of fighting against it, he swam with a pull. Down, down. At last he felt the terrific touch of the whirlpool relax. But now his lungs were bursting. He hit a rock. He pushed himself away with his right hand and his left touch caught. A coat. He grasped it firmly. He had the man's arm. He fought to the surface. At last the air rushed into his aching lungs. He was just above the rapids now and 50 yards from shore. But there was rescue in sight. Silver still saddled, had jumped into the river and was swimming toward his master. The masked man took a firm hold on a sheriff. The great horse struck out for safety. He reached the bank just above the rapids. Tato told the lone ranger and his unconscious burden out of the water. Tato recognized the man. This silo-smashing, Kimosabe, in banker in town. We take an inside cave. It was not until an hour later that the banker opened his eyes. Oh. Easy, Mason. You're masked. I'm not an outlaw. You're one of them. You followed me. No, I haven't been following you. Tato and I saw your horse fall when you were pitched into the river. I went in after you. Yeah. You saved my life. Silver saved both our lives. Silver. Who's Silver? My horse. You call your horse Silver. And this Indian's name is Tando. Mapwright. Mask. You must be. No. That'd be too much to hope for. A him good friend. A lone ranger. Mapwright. But even you can't help me, Mr. No one can. I'd like to try. Why do you need help? I can't tell you anything. My wife is, it would endanger her life. I've got to do what those crooks told me. You can trust me, Mason. You know that I wouldn't do anything to hurt your wife? You'll promise? Why, of course. Well, a little after midnight, there was a knock on my door. The banker told the lone ranger all about his capture and the outlaw's threat when he had finished. If I promise you that no harm will come to your wife, will you let me handle the situation? Oh. First I want to note to the sheriff, telling him everything you told me. No, that's the last thing in the world I'll consent to. Let me tell you exactly what I have in mind before you make your decisions. I'll go to the sheriff with you and Nolan. At 11 o'clock the following morning, Jake Nolan pondered on the door of Kerry's cabin. And when Kerry opened the door... Well, Jake, release old son. No, and it won't be. Look, it's only 11. I told you to stay at the cafe until he showed up. Silas won't show up anywhere. Why not? The sheriff just came into town leading the banker's horse. What are you trying to say? That Mason is dead. What? That he got thrown into the river last night on his way back from seeing Butch. Ground? Yeah. That Butch the kibosh and the whole scheme. No, no it doesn't. If Silas is dead, the old lady owns the land. And his wife? Of course. She's on the stage somewhere between here and Willmont. We'll force her to sign the lease. Round up your best men. What for? Because they'll be needed and so will you. Butch only has half a dozen men with him. I don't want to get mixed up in any hold-up. No. No, all you want is the profit from it. Are you sure? We thought the threat would be enough. It would have been if nothing had happened to Silas. Don't be so yellow. Who's going to recognize you with a bandana cover on your face? And why should you be afraid if I'm not? You're going to? Why not? I've got to show you where Butch's camp, so why shouldn't I get in on the fun afterwards? The sheriff rode into the tangled hills. He was hailed from a thickly wooded slope that rose sharply at the right of the trail. Ho, ho, ho. Come on, boy. Up we go. Come on, get that. He urged his mount up the slope. They're well hidden by the trees. He found ten of his hands on the lone ranger. Ho, ho, hold on, boy. See? They're coming. How many of them? I counted 12. Jake, some of the tuffs who hang around the trail's end carry and some I didn't recognize. Butch Carson and his men. Maybe so. Everything going according to schedule? Yes, we stopped the stage just outside of Willmont. Mrs. Mason agreed to ride the horse we brought her the rest of the way to Tomahawk. She and Toto are taking a long trail to the north. Good. That puts her out of danger. Yes. There's only the driver and five of your men on the stage now. And where are they? Waiting at the east end of the canyon. We'll start through when we hear Butch and his men coming. We? Yes, I'm going back to join them. You stay here until the gang rides by down below. Don't follow them too closely. The odds will be against you till we get there. We don't want them to know they're being followed. Right. I understand. All right, I'll see you in the canyon. Easy, set it big, follow. The canyon the lone ranger spoke of was about a mile long, but only about 30 feet wide, with rock walls that rose for hundreds of feet on either side. The mask man found the stage drawn up at the eastern end. Are we going to see some action? It looks that way. I'm going to tie Silver to the back of the stage. You mind if I take the reins? You were plum welcome. Aren't we going to wait here? No, I picked out a spot where the stage will block the trail. But you better check your guns and ammunition while there's still time. After tying Silver to the rear of the stage, the lone ranger climbed to the box, gathered the reins, and drove the stage into the canyon. Get up there. Come on. Get up. The team dashed around the first turn of the canyon, and a hundred yards farther on, the mask man pulled them to a stop, yanking hard on the left ring so that the stage did it sideways. The men poured from the stage and took cover. The lone ranger jumped to the ground and unhooked the team. As he was leading them away, the outlaws rolled into view. Here they come. Hold your fire for a minute. They allowed the outlaws to open fire first. The battle raged for five minutes, and then with nearly half his men wounded and realizing that Mrs. Mason was not on the stage, Butch Carson gave the order to retreat. Get mounted and get out of here. Butch won into a saddle, but before the others could follow his example, the sheriff and his posse rounded the men behind them. Open fire and get them to their cover. Butch took a desperate chance. He wheeled his mound and rode straight to the stage. His horse leaped the tongue of the stage. He hungered past the lone ranger, who made a desperate grab for the horse's bridle. The lone ranger missed, but in the next instant he had leaped to the saddle and was urging Silver in pursuit. East of the canyon zigzagged down the side of the mountain. By the time the lone ranger had ridden out of the canyon, Butch had already disappeared around the first hairpin turn, but the mask man knew that he would soon reach the trail directly below him, so he headed Silver down the steep slope. He was only halfway down when Butch rounded into view on the lower trail. He took one shot at the lone ranger, but the rocky trail and the speed of his mound made it impossible to aim accurately. Butch concentrated on his riding. Silver was plunging down the steep slope. He was only about 20 feet above the lower trail when Butch flashed by. The lone ranger had his lariat ready. The new snake down and settled over Butch. Infectively, Butch yanked on the reins and succeeded in slowing his mount a little, but even so he was dragged from the saddle. His right hand was free of the noose though, and he started to level his gun at the mask man. The lone ranger landed on top of him, forcing his arm back. Butch tried to roll away, but Silver was keeping a taut line on the lariat, and the lone ranger continued twisting the outlaw's wrist until the gun fell from his hand. All right. All right, Butch. On your feet. You're going to jail the rest of your gang. By the time the lone ranger reached the canyon again, the posse had completed their round-up of the gang, and he turned his prisoner over to the sheriff. Get in contact with an Irish United States Marshal. The gang may have been planning to kidnap Mrs. Mason, but the stage is carrying United States mail, and that makes the whole up a federal offense. Now be safer in a federal penitentiary. You won't need my help in getting them back to town. No thanks, Mr. Wheaton-Handlum. Adios, then. Adios, Mr. Phillips. A fine thing when the law is in cahoots with crooks. Meaning? That I'm on the white horse. I thought that's who you had in mind, Jake. He's no crook. He wears a mask. Yes, and he rides a white horse called Silver. He's given his life to save this country from crooks like you and Butch. He doesn't ask any reward, not even thanks. When his job is done, he just rides away. What? Any idea who he is now? Leap and cactus. He's the Lone Ranger. Righted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Boy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.