 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hyo 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, Vanny Crocker mixes, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, the Lone Ranger! Ever stop to think how much fun you can have with a blackboard while you can play games autumn, draw pictures, leave messages, practice spelling, all sorts of things. But here's the news. There's a blackboard on the back of the special Wheaties blackboard package at your grocers right now. All you need to use on this blackboard is ordinary chalk, and you can wipe it off with cloth or a regular blackboard eraser and use it again and again. In fact, I think you're going to want several of these Wheaties blackboard packages. You know, so you can let your friends join in with the fun, playing tic-tac-toe or having drawing contests. 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Carl Lubeck to all appearances was a pleasant inoffensive man whose saddle shop in Rockville did a thriving business. His rather stooped figure, cherubic face and gold rimmed spectacles completed the picture of a meek and friendly man intent upon pleasing his customers and getting along with his fellow townsmen. Ah, good morning, Sheriff. Good morning. Morning, Carl. Came in to get a new stirrup strap. Stirrup strap? Yeah, yeah, yeah. I have it for you in a chippy. I heard about the stage robbery late yesterday. Did you catch the outlaw? No, must be the same gang that's been operating around here for the last few months. Ah, too bad, Sheriff. But you must not be discouraged. We all know you're doing your best here. Here's your stirrup strap. Nice, Carl. Charging. Which other folks in town felt like you do? But maybe things will change after I get the help I'm expecting. Oh, what help is that? Ever hear of an hombre called the Lone Ranger? Ah, yeah, I've heard of him many times. He's the one who writes the Big White Stade in Inverter Met. That's right. Well, I requested help from the United States Marchel and Pekos. I just had word that the Lone Ranger and his Indian friend are heading this way. By thunder if anyone can find that gang, those armies are the men to do it. Yeah, sir. It's said to be very clever. Ah, then do you expect them to get here? Late this afternoon. Well, thanks for the stirrup strap. See you soon, Carl. Goodbye, Sheriff. Come in again. A short time after the Sheriff left, Carl entered the workroom behind the shop and spoke to a man who was half-heartedly scraping hives. Digger, guide to the hideout. Tell the men to meet here in the work room at noon. Tell them to cover their tracks red and not to come together. All right, Carl. What's up? You'll find out when I talk to the others. Hurry. It's most important. All right. I'll leave right away. At noon, Digger and five other men stood waiting in the rear workroom. After locking the saddle shop entrance door for the lunch hour, Carl joined them. His appearance had changed radically. There was no longer any evidence of a stoop. The spectacles were removed. And the usually pleasant expression had given way to one of hardness. Carl waved his hand for silence, then spoke. I talked to the Sheriff this morning. He's going to have help. Special help. Oh, we covered our trail well, Carl. Let him get all the help he wants. Yeah, sure. As usual, Digger, you say nothing when you talk. You've all heard the Lone Ranger, right? Yeah. Now, wait a minute, Carl. Is that the special help the Sheriff is getting? Is that masked man coming here to Rockville? Yeah. The Sheriff himself told me. Well, what are you going to do, Carl? I decided we must see that the masked man and his friend do not arrive. Why, you mean wait along the trail and ambush him? No, there would be the risk that one or the other would escape such a trap. Remember, they're clever. And what are you planning to do? They're riding from Pecos, and are expected to arrive late this afternoon. The trail follows the slope up to a flat mesa, about a mile long. Yeah, I know the place. About three miles from town. Mesa has a gorge to the left where the river runs through. To the right is the sheer clearing. Yeah. Half the gang will wait and hiding near the far end of the mesa. The rest of you men will be at the other end. What do we be doing? Watch for the masked men in Indian. After they reach the mesa, quickly set fire to the dry brush. At the other end of the mesa, we'll watch for the smoke. Then we, too, will start fires. They'll be trapped between the fires, and no one will ever know what happened to them. Late that afternoon, the lone ranger and tato rode leisurely along the trail toward Rockville. Near the approach to the mesa, part of the gang waited in hiding behind large boulders, well back from the trail, and watched for the masked man and Indian. Finally, Sam signaled for silence. Quiet everybody, I hear who speaks. Look, there they go. We'll wait a few minutes. Then light the torches and touch into the brush or we sprinkle the coal oil. Now let's get ready. All right, Sam. The lone ranger and tato had ridden about a quarter of a mile when... What's the matter, Silver? It's any boy easy. You must have it. We smell smoke. Maybe that's why Silver is winning. Who, who, who? We've got smoke on her. Yes, I see the smoke behind us, tato. And look through trees. We see lots of black smoke rising. We not see fire anywhere when we come up the slope. That's strange. The Russian trees up here are thick and dry. They take no time for a small fire to turn to a blazing inferno. Ah, and Kimusabi, look back down there. We see flames now. We better get off this mesa. All right, let's go. Come on, Silver! The two men had gone only a short distance, when they saw thick smoke ahead of them, and a few minutes later, flames were visible. Whoa, whoa, whoa! Tato, the Russian trees ahead and behind us are blazing. Easy, believe me. We trapped our mesa, Kimusabi. Flames come from both directions. What we do? They can't go back. As you see, we can't get through ahead. Tato, there's a gorge on the left. The river flows through. It's our only chance. Ah, if they drop down to water, and if river not deep enough... The gorge is narrow. The water is usually deep there. We'll have to chance it. All right, let's go. Come on, Silver! Turning from the trail, the masked man and Indian headed toward the rim of the gorge. By that time, the walls of flame were closing in from either direction, and there was no further time for hesitation. There's the gorge, Tato. Much too wide for the horse to jump it. We'll have a 50-foot drop into the water. Close over. Easy, easy, Tato. All right, Silver. Jump, Silver. Jump, Silver! They're coming to the top, and they're swimming. All right, Tato. Come on, dive! While the two men and their horses struggled in the rapids down in the gorge, the two walls of fire closed together on the mesa. Later, the outlaws gathered in a canyon on the opposite side of the mesa. The two fires have met up on the mesa. The masked men and Indian are done for. At our end, we waited till we were sure they couldn't turn back, and we waited to make sure they didn't get through to our site. Now we know they're victim to the fire, and we're the only ones who'll ever know what happened to the Lone Ranger and his Indian friends. Now we go back and continue our operations without interference from that masked man. Let's go. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. Hi. What tastes really good when the weather's hot? I'll tell you what, an ice cream pie made with your favorite ice cream and Betty Crocker white cake mix. It's easiest pie to make. All mom has to do is add water and the whites of two fresh eggs, then beat and bake. 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Good work, boy. Uh, you do plenty good work, Scott. Thank you, sir. But, as soon as we're arrested, we'll find a place to make camp and get dry. Uh, we wondered about prayers. I'm sure they were purposely set total. Somehow the leader of that gang must have learned we were expected to take that means to get rid of us. Uh, him almost do it. The way I'm glad it happened. The gang thinks we're dead. They'll continue to operate as before. Also, it may give us a lot on the gang's leader. Well, how it do that? I'll tell you after we talk to the sheriff. Later, the sheriff started from his chair in surprise as a mask man suddenly entered the back door of his office. What? Reach you and don't... Oh, wait now. You must be the Lone Ranger. That's right. I didn't mean to startle you, Sheriff. I was expecting you. Thought you'd get here earlier, though. We almost didn't get here at all. What do you mean? Briefly, the Lone Ranger told what had happened on the Mesa. When he finished, the sheriff remarked... Folks saw that fire from the edge of town. We wondered how it started. And we were mighty thankful it wasn't closer. You really think it was started on purpose, huh? Yes, definitely. That gang must have found out you were coming here. How many people knew we were expected, Sheriff? Very few, just me and the deputy. Oh, I mentioned it to Clem Bleeker, owner of the livery stable and stage line. He was raving around about the stage robbery law, so I told him you were coming. Those are the only people who knew? Uh-huh. I told Bleeker to keep quiet about it. I know he will... Oh, wait a minute. I did mention it to Carl Lubeck, who runs the saddlin' leather shop. But Carl's a meek, pleasant hombre who minds his own business and doesn't do any blappin'. I see. One owned livery stable, and the other the leather and saddle shop. Yeah, yeah. It gives me an idea, Sheriff. It might bring the leader of his gang into the open. Hey, you don't think either Bleeker or Lubeck has anything to do with that gang they use? I don't know. I'm going to make sure. But don't talk to anyone else about this matter. Now, uh, here's the idea I have in mind. The Lone Ranger and Tato rode to the edge of town after the mask man's talk with the sheriff. There, the Lone Ranger carefully disguised his features, and using a suit he had borrowed from the sheriff, changed from his usual clothes. When he was finished, he looked like a businessman. Then, leaving Tato, he walked into town and went first to the livery stable office. Good evening. Oh, it's great news. What can I do for you? I'm figuring to hire a buck board and a fast team. They have to go to Milton just after dawn. I got a stage leaving the dawn to go through there, and you could get the afternoon stage back, Mr. Sorry, but I don't have to lose a certain valuable satchel I'll be taking with me. I've heard about the stage robberies in this territory. I'm still kind of risky carrying anything valuable by buck board alone, Mr. Not going alone. The sheriff has sent him a deputy with me as guard. You must be from the Milton mining company. They sent word they wasn't going to use my stage to carry their payroll anymore. Maybe I am. Anyway, I'll leave it deposit to cover the buck board and team. Just as you say, Mr. I'll have a couple of good horses and the buck board ready for you early in the morning. You can pay me the rest then. See you right after dawn. A short time later, the Lone Ranger entered Carl Lubeck's shop. Good evening. What can I do for you? I want a strong leather satchel with a lock on it. Dump in the whole valuables like a payroll friend. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I have just what you need. Here's a strong satchel, my friend. And the lock is very good. Fine cowhide. The best. Where can that'll be? How much? Twenty dollars. Good enough. Here you are. You should carry a whole of bills like that in the satchel instead of in your pocket. This is nothing to what that satchel will hold when I leave here in the morning. Oh, you're leaving on the stage, hm? No, go on the Milton, the buck board. Well, right now get along now and get me some sleep. Gotta get on the trail right after dawn. So long, mister. Good night, my friend. Come in again. After the Lone Ranger left the shop, Carl went into the work room to speak to Digger. Digger, I have something for you to do. Yeah? What? Ride to the hideout. Tell the men to meet me at dawn at Pointed Rock, out on the Milton Trail. Right. Just after dawn the following morning, the Lone Ranger, still wearing the disguise, drove the buck board along the Milton Trail with the deputy. Meantime, Carl and his men waited behind the big boulders along the trail at Pointed Rock. They all wore bandanas as face masks. In anticipation, behold them. I'm sure the stranger is carrying a large amount of cash. It'll be easy to take it from him. Funny the way folks blab all their business to you, Carl. They think of me as a meek and harmless shopkeeper, my friend. I think he's coming. Yeah, that's him, all right. Good. Good. Have your faces masked. You're gone, Freddy. Ready? Let's go. Get up! Get up! Get up! As the outlaws rode out in front of the buck board, firing shots over the heads of the deputy and the masked man, the Lone Ranger quickly pulled to a stop. Hold! Hold there! Hold! Everybody, raise your hands quickly. Right. As the outlaws stopped beside the buck board, the Lone Ranger looked them over, searchingly. Carl, without his gold spectacles and with a hat and bandana mask, wasn't immediately recognizable. Also, he was wise enough to let Sam do the talking. All right, Mr. Who want that satchel you have there? We have both of your covers. Go to the ground. Don't make any false moves. Great day. I thought I'd be safe from you, outlaws. I brought that payroll by buck board. Payroll, huh? Well, that's luck. Don't hear. I can do nothing else to do. That is. Now, watch your man. All right, I got it. Now, keep reaching while we get your guns. Force you on the driver's side, we'll keep you covered. You get his gun, I'll take the deputy. Carl Lubeck, still silent, moved his horse close beside the buck board on the driver's side. Then he reached out to take the Lone Ranger's guns. As he did so, the Lone Ranger's hands flashed onward. He twisted Carl's arm with one hand and drew a gun with the other. He quickly stuck the gun against Carl's rib, saying, He called you, boss. You tell him to drop that gun, or I'll kill you. Shoot him, he's got my arm. Hey, look, a posse. The gang turned their attention to the oncoming posse, leaving Carl at the mercy of the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger suddenly brought the butt of his gun down onto the gang leader's hand. That's father when you laugh. The Lone Ranger turned on the outlaws, aided by the deputy. Let's get away from here. You're not leaving. A gang, half of them wounded, found themselves trapped between the guns of the posse and those of the Lone Ranger and the deputy, with in a few moments realizing that further resistance was hopeless and escape cut off, they surrendered. I thunder your plan worse, mister. Yes. The man on the ground here beside the buck board is the leader. Let's get that bandana off his face. Jumping cat face, that's Carl Lubeck. He had us all fooled. What happened? The game's up, Lubeck. Thanks to this, we trapped you and your gang. I'm sure you'll have no difficulty getting plenty of evidence against him for other crimes, Sheriff. His men will squeal to save their own neck. His voice is not the same. It's a voice you didn't expect anyone ever to hear again, Lubeck. You must have been the one who planned to trap him and his Indian friend up on the mesa late yesterday. But I do not understand. Holy cat, you mean to say they're still alive? Uh, we plenty alive. You not wounded, me show you is this. The law will do you well, Impala. We'll leave them in the hands of the sheriff. They're captured clear as Mr. Breaker of any connection with the outlaw gang. That's right, it does. Of course, he had no idea he was suspected and neither did anyone else, so no harm is done. I don't know, I'll leave now, Sheriff. We'll come this way again sometime. Adios, everybody. But that man I... I still can't believe he... He's the one you tried to kill, all right? He disguised his real features so he wouldn't have to wear his mask. That's how he fooled you. So that was it? Let me tell you something, Lubeck. You may have outsmarted everybody in town, including me. But I don't expect to live to see the day when any crook will ever outsmart the Lone Ranger. No, sir. Here, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. 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