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With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mask rider 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 big fella. Are you still there? Shortly after noon, the Lone Ranger and Toto drew their horses to a halt in the Indian head hills. Far below them a crew of men labored to extend the railroad westward. As the mask man watched the work, he smiled approvingly. The work's going ahead faster than I expected, Toto. Ah, see, Black Crow have villages not far from here. Me surprised, him not cry stop the railroad. That's true, the tracks cross Black Crow's hungar. Ah, that's not good. Black Crow may have decided not to fight the railroad. That's hubby, look. A dozen Indians riding through the hills below us. Them head for railroad tracks in valley. Follow, those Indians have rifles. Me think they make trouble. We'll be right after them. Let's go. Come on Silver. Mask Man and Toto were some distance behind the hard riding war party when the Indians opened fire. Come on Silver. As the railroaders in the valley ran for cover, the gap separating the Lone Ranger from the attacking party narrowed. The Mask Man and Toto fired from the saddle. The surprised warriors looked back at the oncoming riders. Realizing they were between the railroaders and the approaching horsemen, the painted leaders signaled his followers to scatter. I'll see how many of the railroad men were hurt. You go after the Indians. He's heavy. One, two, three. Get him up. A few minutes later, the Lone Ranger grew rain near the work train. Oh, easy. As he swung from the saddle, a ruddy-faced man named Mike Riley approached him. The Mask Man. Where have you gone? Get coming, mister. I don't want gunplay. Go see your gun boys. We've no fight for this gun. He's an old hood, Mike. Old hood or not? Ain't his wedge can pal round off those trigger-happy engines. Well, thanks. Well, we're the ones who should say thanks. The first time a law dodger ever helped us out of a scrap. I know our law. Does the law around here want you? No. Then how about going to work for me? What? Oh, I'm Mike Riley. Top hand on this job. Glad to know you're Riley. I have enough men on the payroll to lay tracks. What I need now are a couple of first-grade gunslingers. Who's the Mask Man, Mike? No use asking to feller his name when he's wearing a mask, Pete. Oh, mister, this is my assistant, Pete Crocker. Well, how are you, Pete? I'm glad to be alive. How many of your men were hurt? Two of them, but the wounds aren't serious. Hank and Jim are taking care of them, Mike. Good. Mike, why are you looking for gunslingers? I have several reasons, mister. One is the war party you drove off. I thought the company paid the engines for right away across their hunting ground, Mike. They did. I didn't know that. The president of the company came here personally to sign the agreement with Black Crow. That's lion-red skin promises he wouldn't make trouble. Black Crow's a man of his word. His word's not worth a paper it's written on. Why not talk to him about the attack before you accuse him of breaking it? What? This attack may have been made without his knowledge. A fat chance of that. Well, probably I know Black Crow well. If he made a promise, he'll keep it. You sure of that? Yes. Well, maybe you're right. If Black Crow can't control the braves in his tribe, why do you promise we'd have no red skin trouble? Maybe white men put those engines up to attack in a speech? What? What do you mean? This isn't the first trouble we've had. No, that's right. Oh, what else has happened? Lots of things, mister. Tracks have been torn up, tires stolen. A couple of weeks ago, someone put a charge of flashing powder in the work train. Luckily, we found the fuse before it burned down to the powder. There was powder enough to blow the train sky high. Any idea who's behind these things? I have plenty of ideas, but no proof. The prosperous stage line used to operate in this part of the country? It's still operating. A man named Cliff Sunday owns it. That rattler, he's afraid the railroad will put him out of business. Yes, it'll take some business away from me. Don't be enough left to keep the line going. I've heard he's hired a gang of gun slicks. Why? He told the sheriff he hired them to ride his stage as a shotgun guard. But I know better. That's why I want you and your engine pal on our payroll, mister. We won't take jobs with you, Mike. But we'll do all we can to help you. Yes, sir. Let me follow. I'll ride the black-curled Indian village to ask the chief about the war party that came here. If you wait a minute, I'll go with you. Very well, Mike. Steady there. I want to know what the chief plans to do about the critters who attacked it. All set? Yeah. Come on, boy. Get up there. See you later, boys. All right, Mike. Get up there. When the masked man and Mike threw rain in black-curled Indian village sometime later, a lone ranger looked around for Tato. What's the wrong, mister? Tato followed that attacking party, Mike. He did? Yes, I thought he'd be here by this time. Uh-oh. Here comes chief black-curled. This chief plenty glad to see you, mad friend. It's been a long time since we met, great chief. That's right. So do you know Mike Riley? Me, meet him at Pow Wow with men who own Iron Horse. I thought you'd forgotten that meeting, chief. What do you mean? I'll be glad to tell you all about it. This afternoon while we were working at the end of the track, a half a dozen engines attacked us. That's not true. I saw them. They shot two of my boys. That's right, chief black-curled. No, Indian, leave village this afternoon. Are you sure? We have pony races this afternoon. Me, no brave stay in village to see him. Is Tato in the village? We not see Tato for long time. Him not here. What do you make of things, mister? I might have an answer to that after I've talked to Tato, Mike. What do you suppose he is? I don't know. You might go back to the end of track to look for you. We'll go there and wait for him. Mess man and Tato friends of this chief. If they're troubled, me wants a help. We don't know that Tato's in trouble. Midget horse, go with you. We'll wait for you, chief. That war party came from somewhere? They may not have been Indians. What? They may have been white men. With dark skin? They might have stained their faces. But they rode engine style and pony. Yes, they rode well enough to fool me and fool Tato. Me, ready, leave village. Did he say anything to Tato? Come on, Mike. Steady there, Mike. I'm all set, mister. Let's go. Come on. Come on. Meanwhile, Tato trailed two of the riders who had attacked the work train. Sometime later, the tracks led him into a large stand of timber. Easy scouting, easy fire. Realizing he might easily ride into an ambush, he moved carefully. Then he saw a small cabin among the trees ahead. Decided where the ponies he had followed. He dismounted quietly. Then leaving scout concealed among the trees. He crept toward the building. There, cabin. Heaven cliff Sunday, the heavy set owner of the stage line greeted the returning war party. Red Lennon, the leader of the well-disguised white men, took off his buckskin jacket and washed the stain from his hands and face. It's a good thing the stain comes off easy. While the rest of you boys wash, I'll tell Cliff what happened. How many of the railroaders did you kill, Red? We didn't kill any of them. Why not? Mike Raleigh's trying to beat you to your own game, Cliff. What do you mean? He's hired gunslingers to protect the workmen. The boys and I rode out of the hills planning to surprise the railroaders. We started throwing lead at them, and then... What happened? We were surprised. A masked man, the Redskins, came down here behind us, fired from the saddle. We cleared out. Well, on, we'll have to be mighty careful how we move against Raleigh. Well, Mike's men won't stay around long if they're not paid. You mean the gunslicks? I mean the railroad workers. Hey, find out the payrollers coming into town aboard the westbound train at midnight tonight. And we'll take it. After the payroll comes into town, hit for the express-off. As Cliff outlined a plan for stealing the railroad payroll, Red Lennon heard a noise outside the open cabin window. He turned to his men. Maybe someone's listening outside the window. Keep talking, Cliff. The boys and I'll go outside. No, hey, no, any questions. Red and his men opened the cabin door quietly and hurried outside. A moment later, they found Toto and brought him into the cabin. He must have heard every word we said, boys. You tell Mike Raleigh what he knows. He's not going to tell anyone anything this Redskins done for. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Cowboy Tom is a boy of six. He knows all kinds of cowboy tricks. He can rope the steer because he knows. 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, good red 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 in 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 all to continue. Disarmed and captured by Cliff Sunday and his gunslingers, Toto had no hope of escaping. As he studied the tight-lipped Indian, the stage owner asked, How did he find this place? Pick up engine. Me, not Tom. He heard what we said about getting a payroll. That's right, Gopher. But you boys might be able to use him. What do you mean, Cliff? By framing him for the job, you'll be able to cover your tracks. Maybe you're right. We'll get back to town, right? Gopher will stay here with the Redskins. Why not take him to town? If you want to frame him for the hold-up, you can't be seen riding into town with him. Ah, that's so. Now, wait till it's dark and bring him to my place. What are you going to do with the engine after I bring him to town, Cliff? We'll kill him and the station agent. So they can't tell what they know about the hold-up. When the Lone Ranger, Chief Black Crow and Mike Riley reached the end of track, they learned that Toto had not returned. Where do you think he is, mister? I don't know. Maybe Toto in trouble. There's only one way to find out whether he is or not, Chief Black Crow. How's that? I'll follow his trail. Let me go with you. That's all right. Come on, Silver! Darkness was falling when the masked man and his companions entered the dense timberland. Have a hard time seeing tracks now. Doreen, hold him. Hold him. Why you stop? Listen. The horse is nearby. That's Scout. Huh? Toto's horse. Silver, know him near. All right, Silver. Find your boy. Come on. Your friends around here, why doesn't he let us know? Maybe him not able to let us know. Now we look for Toto. Do you think he's nearby? Look through those trees. Hey, I see a light. There, get him ahead. Yes, we look for Toto there. Come on. A glance through the window beneath which Toto knelt when the outlaws found him revealed the captive Indian and his guard. The masked man drew his gun. His voice was sharp. Get your hands up. Don't reach for that gun. You're the engine's pal. Finish that jaw and I'll break your arm. I'll take a chance. Go! As gopher staggered back under the impact of a silver bullet. Mike Wiley entered the cabin with his gun drawn. From the window, the masked man called. He been covered, Mike, while the chief and I come inside. He's covered, mister. Come on, chief. You're one of Cliffs and these hired gunslicks, aren't you? I'm not talking to you. You're not after. My guest can't be able to tell plenty when that gag's off his mouth. I'll have it off in a minute, Toto. There. I'll cut those ropes. I'll be glad you here, Kim. How did this stunt capture you, Toto? Him, one of men dressed like Indian, were tackwork trained. He'd follow him here. Then he'd move close to cabin, listen to Crook's talk. As briefly as possible, Toto told what he had overheard. So Cliffs Sunday went back to town to see the payroll. Ah. Him expect this fellow gopher to bring me there. Then them Robb Express office planned to shoot guard, leave me there to take aim for robbery. They must be planning to dress as Indians again. That's right. But the Jugheads ought to know you tell the truth about... Dead men don't talk, Mike. The dirty skunk. Is the sheriff a friend of yours? Yeah. We'll take go for the him. If he'll cooperate, we'll get the rest of the gang. It was nearly midnight when the Lone Ranger, Toto, Mike Reilly, Chief Black Crow and Gover dismounted behind the jail in town and entered the building with a prisoner. Hi there, Mike. Sheriff, we brought your prisoner. Hello, Chief Black Crow. Ah. Hey, who's the mask man? He's a friend of mine, Sheriff. We're a friend of yours. You're not that man. He's not wanted in these parts, so forget the mask. This is the Crook. This is one of Cliffs Sunday's men. We've plenty to tell you about that barman and his outlaw pal. When Gover was behind bars, Mike told the sheriff about the men who attacked the work train, how they had captured Toto, and about the robbery they planned. He'll head for the express office after the payroll's taken from the train. Well, I knew Cliffs Sunday was against the railroad, but they didn't figure he was a crook. Cooperate with the sheriff, and we'll show you just how crooked he is. Well, I'll go along with Mike. But that mask of yours... You can't hold a mask against a man, Sheriff. If he weren't a Lord, Doctor, he wouldn't cover his face. Mask man, not crook. Him, Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger? Mr. Is that true? That's right, Sheriff. Well, why didn't you say so? Jumping Jupiter, I'll be glad to cooperate with you. Thanks, Sheriff. The Lone Ranger. Glory be, I didn't know that. Mike, the train... Come on, Mike. We'll keep an eye on the express office. Half an hour after the train pulled into town, Cliffs Sunday, Red Lennon and his men stood in the darkness near the express office, disguised as Indians. Looking around, the stage-line owner asked, Let's keep him going. Well, why wait for him? We can handle his job without his help. Well, we were going to frame that engine for the robbery. We can't frame him if he's not here. The guards, the only one left in the express office. Hey, who's that? A waiter from the cafe. He's carrying a pot of coffee. He looks like he's taken up to the express office. He is. Come on, boys. This is our chance to get inside without making any noise. Yeah. Coffee you wanted, Clim. Thanks for that, Jenny. It's all right. All right, step in, sir. You're both coming. Hey, engines. Engines, my eye. They talk like wagons. You're a smart clam. Too smart. Step back into the office and keep quiet. You're a smart clam. You're a smart clam. You're a smart clam. Too smart. Step back into the office and keep quiet. What are you after? An array of old payrolls. Who's the door red? That's so fast, Rick. It's a sheriff. The mask man. Shoot your way out of here. For the disguised Indians could fire, the mask man's cult were in action. Super bullets hit two outlaws, while the sheriff, Toto, and Mike wounded the other three. Hey, children, I'm here. You're busting my hand. You want more gunplay? All right, quick. I'll give up. Take your gun, fellow. Let me get him. How did you get free? Where's Goldfried? Where you and your pals are going. But Sheriff, I'm hurt. So am I. You're well enough to walk the jail, if they carry your wounds down. When the prisoners were behind bars and their wounds bandaged, Mike Riley, the sheriff, chief black crow, and the waiter from the cafe, sipped hot coffee in the lawman's office. Mike chuckled merrily as he raised a cup to his lips. Sheriff, I never saw more bedraggled, bunch of redskins. Neither have I, Mike. No offense, man, chief black crow. Me glad you capture a white man who pulls his illian. Well, if they had their way, they'd have us believe new engines are making all the trouble for the railroad. My people not by railroad. The masked man told me you wouldn't break your agreement with us, chief black crow. Me glad masked man trusts this chief. Who wouldn't be glad to be trusted by the lone ranger. Sure of the lone ranger incorporated is produced by Trenville 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.