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Buddy, do your thing, And you'll be good to you, And I'll be okay. With his faithful Indian companion title, The daring and resourceful mass 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 the past, come the thundering hoof beats Of the great horse Silver, The lone ranger rides again. Come on Silver, let's go because I am Silver! The lone ranger and Toto rode into the valley. Toto, look ahead. Smoking ruins of a wagon train. Ah, that bad. We're tears for any survivors. Come on Silver! In a few minutes, the last man You'll wane to a stop at the scene of the attack. Oh, oh, oh! These were army transports Toto. Ah, I'm attacked by Indians. We see plenty of them. No, I'm survived. This must be the work of chief life feather in his braves. I hope something could be done to get them To return to the reservation before they went on the war path. Now, they have plenty guns and ammunition. That means more trouble, Kimusabi. We'll ride to the fort and report the attack. Let's go. The lone ranger had come into the territory because of a written request he had received from the major through the Padre at the mission. It was this note which procured him ready admittance to the major's headquarters. Major, here's the mask, men. Oh, have him. Come right in, Lieutenant. You come in, too. Yes, sir. Come right in, mister. Thanks. I think it's mighty good to see you again, my friend. Sit down, sir. Thank you, Major DeWitt. As soon as the guard brought in that note, I'd sent you. I had Lieutenant go out to escort you to my headquarters. Sit down, Lieutenant. Thank you, sir. Lieutenant Kinney is the only one who knew I sent for him. Major, I have bad news. Bad news? What do you mean? On our way here, my friend Totonai found the ruins of a wagon train. What? Army transport. Indians had attacked and there were no survivors. Great help. They must be the wagons that were bringing the rifles and ammunition. We expected them late today. And what I feared had started. Chief Lightfeather and his Indians have gone in a war pass. That's right, Major. The sign showed there were hundreds that took part in the attack. This is serious, Major. We needed those rifles and the ammunition greatly. And to have them in the hands of those Indians means they're now in good condition to make plenty of trouble. The brains that the Indians knew what was in those wagons. We have transports bringing foodstuffs every week. And no one knew we were expecting rifles and ammunition on this trip. No one knew except us, Major, and they trusted picked men who were bringing them in. You're new here at the fort, aren't you, Lieutenant? Yes, sir. Well, that is, I came here two months ago. You see, sir, Kenny's a replacement for Lieutenant... I should say former Lieutenant Hooker, the officer you met when you were here before. Well, what happened to Hooker? I noticed you said former Lieutenant... Hooker was court-martialed and expelled from the service for insubordination and conduct unbecoming an officer. I see. Frankly, I didn't like Hooker when I met him. He was a disgrace to the service, sir. I knew Lieutenant Kenny back east and requested he be sent here because I know he's to be trusted. Well, thank you, Major. No, it was a matter at hand. Make out a report of the disaster, Lieutenant. Then send it by courier with a requisition for more rifles and ammunition. Yes, sir. It will take about a month for the new shipment to come through to the supply depot at Fort Worth. I know, I know. But I hope there'll be no further trouble before they arrive. Why did you send for me, Major? I value your advice and judgment, sir. But your keen knowledge of the Indians, I'd hoped you might help me think of some way to reason with cheap life, whether... His success in getting armed for his braze will make him more determined to resist going back to the reservation. I know. I realize the situation is a tense one. I'll send the Fort McCavitt 30 miles north of here for reinforcements. Then you think the Indians might even attack the Fort? It's possible. How do I keep watch and let you know what we find out? All right, sir. I'll send someone to McCavitt at once. Just knowing you're near will be a relief. Oh, thanks. We'll do all we can. Goodbye for a while, sir. Goodbye, sir. Below Ranger met Totho outside the fort and the two men rode into the nearby hills and made a temporary camp. The sun had gone down and the black moon lighted the countryside. Below Ranger told Totho of his talk with the Major. Then he added, We'll ride into the foothills and try to locate the Indians in campment. Ah. I noted the general direction they took when we looked at the pony tracks from the valley this afternoon. Oh, what we do if we find the Indians camp? Try to find out what they might do next, Totho. Let's get going. Hello, sir. Below Ranger and Totho continually on the alert for any sign of prowling Indians rode several miles into the foothills. Finally, they moved along a ridge that overlooked the secluded valley. They drew rings along the trees and they heard distant drums and caught a glimpse of a big campfire below. The masked man and his companion crawled to the edge of the ridge and cautiously looked down. These celebrations come to an end, Totho. Ah. Yeah. That's good. The chief is walking to the center of the ring of braze. There's a white man with him. I can't quite make out who. Now he's facing this way. Him. Pull up from forth, maybe. I recognize him. He's Hooker. The man who was cashiered from the army. Oh. Maybe him behind all trouble. That's what I think. Now Hooker's mounting a horse alone. Here, take a look. Ah. Ah. Me see him. He believed now, right to end the valley. We were cut down along the ridge in following Totho. Let's get to the horses. Ah. Come on, Totho. Come on, scout. The low ranger and Totho followed Hooker for some distance. Finally, the ex-officer turned off the trail and stopped before a dark, deserted shack. The low ranger and Totho waited until they saw a light in the shack. Then they approached on foot cautiously. A piece of burlap hung on the inside of the partly open side window. There was a narrow, uncovered space at the bottom which allowed the masked man and Indian a view of the interior. They saw Hooker talking to an Indian dressed in buckskins. Well, I just came from the Indian camp. Now our plans are best. Me, come from Fort Terrace. Wait here like before. You bring more news? Ah. Them sent out riders to Fort McCavitt. Try to get other troopers come to Fort Terrace. That rider isn't going to get very far. Life better have plenty of braves walking the trail to Fort McCavitt. Now, make yourself at know about the requisition blank you sneaked from the office and brought to me a few weeks ago, does he? Him not find out. After you write on blank, me follow Sergeant to take Coopers to get rifles with ammunition. Him think me bring papers from Fort Terrace. Yeah, that did the trick. It's got them to bring all the stuff we wanted. We got it when we attack the William train. Our light, feather, and braves ready to attack Fort Garrett after dawn? Yes. You'd better get back to the Fort. Let's get away from here quick. Ah. They're way here in the trees until they leave. Ah. Me not savvy. What can you say about paper him thick? I don't either. I'm going to find out. I'll go to Fort Terrartotto. Warn them about the coming attack. The Fort should fall. A general massacre along nearby settlers would follow. Ah. You'd like to go out and check now? Yes. So you haven't much time, Tutto. First I want you to go to town and stop the telegraph office. Then you must find a way to get through to Fort McCavitt. It's a matter of life and death. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Our boy town is a boy of six. He knows all kinds of cowboy tricks. He can rope the steer because he knows. He's got go power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got go power. There he goes. He's feeling his Cheerios. Cheerios. You bet Cheerios. The old cereal that needs no cooking. Every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals and proteins your body needs. Yes, the good things in a Cheerios breakfast do good things for your body. Help you have healthy nerves, blood, strong bones and muscles. And besides giving you go power, Cheerios is downright wonderful tasting. That toasted old flavor is really something. And when you add milk and your favorite fruit, say some sliced bananas, you're in for a delicious breakfast treat. Get the whole family off to a good start every morning with Cheerios. Then you'll hear people say, He's feeling his Cheerios. Now to continue. After scribbling a message for Tutto to send by Telegraph, the lone ranger muttered silver and rode hurriedly to Fort Carrot. Now I understand much of what's going on. Major, I took the liberty of sending a Telegraph message to Fort Worth in your name. You mean in regard to that forged requisition you told me about? Yes, that's right. The answer to that Telegraph may decide how we'll meet the expected attack at dawn. Well, we'll return to town now and wait there for the answer. I'll be back as soon as possible, Major. Are you sure that mask man is to be trusted? Uh, just what are you driving at, Kenny? Just this, sir. You trusted Hooker once and he turned crooked. That mask man might betray us to Chief Lightfeather for his own gain. I thunder, Kenny, I sent for the lone ranger. And I... I'll speak my career. I'll resign my command if he doesn't come back and prove to be everything I believe him to be. As time passed, the lone ranger failed to return. Meanwhile, the man Hooker rode to the Indian stronghold and dismounted in front of the Chief's weightwamp. He wore an officer's uniform. All right, huh, huh, Kenny? He stood for a moment watching the war dance which was in progress. Chief Lightfeather came forward and spoke. Land of White Brother, Dunst. Many braves ready to follow you. Chief Lightfeather and other braves follow and wait over ridge in front of Fort. It's good, Chief Lightfeather. We shall not fail. Ah, wisdom of White Brother is great. Now I'll inspect the braves who will follow. They must obey the orders I have given and shall give. I'm short. You train them well. Braves of Chief Lightfeather will obey White Brother. Come, we go see him now. There was a tenseness throughout the fort as the night wore on. This tenseness increased as one of the White Army Scouts arrived with the news that the courier who had started for Fort McCavitt to request reinforcements had been found dead a few miles away. Lieutenant Kenny stood with a major on one of the ramparts near the front gate. He was saying... Major Matters and Most Ferry. If an attack is imminent it seems it's been a mistake to put all our plates in that match. Would dare question my judgment, Lieutenant. No, it isn't that, sir. The fate of all of us is soon to be decided. Dawn is almost here. We're in no position to ward off a big attack. I'm well aware of that. But remember, the Lone Ranger is the one who warned us of an attack. Might be that he did so to keep us all here while the Indians moved to strike elsewhere. I don't believe it. May I remind you, sir, that a trip to town and back would take far less than an hour's time. The man you call the Lone Ranger hasn't returned though many hours have gone by. Time will tell. The sun's just coming up. If there's to be an attack... Hey! Open the gate! Open the gate! The sun is a little ripe. Look yonder. A couple of troopers is heading for the port. That's still a quarter of a mile away. Shall I give orders to open the gate, sir? Yes, by all means. Stand by to open the gate! Look, Major. It's bringing in a wide circle around them. A horseman riding in a gala. He's got a lot of luck here. Why is the Lone Ranger? Why does he? The troopers are firing at him. He seems to be just out of range. They're shooting because of his mask. He's got none of the gates with him. Over those gates now. Troopers are galloping after him. They're still shooting. They're making a mistake. But thank heaven he's out of range. Here he comes. Oh, he's going to be caught. Quick, Major. Close the gate. That's easy, sir. Don't listen. He's trying to trick us. Those are not troopers. That's Hooker leading this guy's Indians. Close the gate before it's too late. Leave me, Major. I approve. Close the gate. Open fire. I'll not let you make this mistake, Major. Get out of the way. Quick, close these gates. I got a glimpse of Hooker leading them. That's right. Look, others are coming over the ridge now. The rest of the Indians. As the troopers watched a wave of Indians roll over the ridge and moved toward the forest, the disguised Indians and raged by the discovery of their trickery tossed away the army hats and jackets they wore, disclosing their true identity. As the waves of bothered Indians pressed forward, many of those in front rolled back and forth shooting at the stockade walls. A battle went on unabated. The lone rain turned the Major climb to the ramparts carrying rifles. From this vantage point, the masked man saw Hooker encouraging the Indians as he galloped along in front of the stockade and quickly just thought of range. The Major spoke. There's that traitor Hooker. Disgracing the uniform he has the nerve to wear. The law was shot, but I'm going to try to bring him down. As the lone ranger aimed his rifle in hopes of wounding Hooker, two frenzied Indians who had been riding well ahead of the traitor suddenly turned and shot arrows directly at the uniformed man. Hooker fell to the ground with an arrow in his breast. Look, an arrow struck Hooker. I think it killed him. The Indians blamed him for the failure of his own plan. He gave you a bullet. It's best that he go that way, sir. Look, more Indians coming. Our case looks hopeless. We'll soon run out of ammunition. You keep fighting until that happens, Major. As the battle continued without let up, it seemed the Indians would soon win the fort by a force of numbers. Then a welcome sound was heard. Major, look. Now the troopers are really coming. But how did they know? I don't went for them last night. In a short time the Indians, caught between the fire from the fort and from the approaching troopers, tried to fight back. Then as their chief fell wounded, they broke, scattering in all directions. The battle was over. The Major turned and for a moment placed his hand on the lone ranger's shoulder, a silent gesture that spoke his extreme thanks. Then the two men climbed down to order the gates open then to meet the approaching troopers. A short time later, they met near the fort gates. The captain who had led the reinforcements was speaking. Major, today is full of surprises. First, you introduce a mask man as a friend and second, we discovered many of the Indians wearing parts of trooper uniforms and used an army saddle fat. The Major will explain both the mask and the uniforms, Captain. I'll explain about the uniforms first, Captain. My friend whom you designate as the mask man became suspicious concerning a certain forged requisition he knew about. He telegraphed the supply depot last night. This is the reply he received. The slide hearing increased. Requisition forms received by us some weeks ago called for a stated amount of rifles and ammunition and for 50 complete uniforms and army saddles. The requisition for the uniforms and saddles was forged by Ex Lieutenant Hooker. He was working hand in glove with the Indians. The wagon train bringing the supplies was attacked. Hooker planned that when he sent that requisition. You were clever enough to suspect trickery, sir. But what kept you so long? Oh, the telegram was late and coming. I realized Hooker wanted those uniforms and saddles for a purpose. I saw him right out of town followed and I saw him leave the Indian camp with Indians dressed as troopers. I knew his plan. And at the risk of your life, Hooker and his disguised Indians did. I didn't have time to give you the telegram and point out what it meant, Major. I'm proud that you had faith enough in my word to act as you did. I've been listening to what has been said. Well, sir... Lieutenant, I'm sorry for the rough treatment. There was no time for argument or explanation. I don't know how to apologize for what I saw. Apologies aren't necessary. You were doing your duty as you saw it, Lieutenant. Shake your hands, sir. Why, of course. Hooker and Chief Lightfeather are both dead. You'll have no trouble rounding up the Indians to go back to the reservation. With those two out of the way, I'm sure we'll have no further trouble. Pato and I'll leave now, sir. We're glad we were able to help. We're both proud of the men who serve our country so well. And we're proud, my friend, to have two such loyal and courageous Americans serving the West. Howdy, old man. By thunder there goes a real man. I agree with that, Captain. Major, you forgot to explain who he is, sir. Oh, I didn't forget, Captain. 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