 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hotty-hio 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, Bany Crocker mixes, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! Say, isn't there something pretty wonderful about the delicate flavor of fresh roasted peanuts? Doesn't it make you hungry just thinking about it? Well now, you can enjoy this all-time flavor favorite in a brand new Bety Crocker Cake mix. It's called Peanut Delight, and it really is a delight. It's the first cake mix ever made with butter from fresh roasted peanuts. What's more, into this mix, Bety Crocker has put the same fine ingredients you choose yourself, including famous soft-ass silk cake flour and pure vegetable shortening. But best of all, new Peanut Delight cake mix is made with real peanut butter. That gives the cake its wonderful, delicate flavor of fresh roasted peanuts. It sounds too good to miss. So try it. It's more fun than a circus, and more delicious than you can imagine. Next time Mom goes shopping, ask her to please get the new Bety Crocker cake mix, Peanut Delight. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, 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. Starting 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 time. I'm Silver. Follow me. El Capitan had once been a volcano, but it had been extinct for as long as any records could reveal. The crater and natural basin had become a lake that took the name of the mountain, El Capitan. The rain had been falling for many days with intermittent thunder, and for several days the lone ranger had been camped in the sheltering overhang on El Capitan's gently sloping side, awaiting his faithful Indian companion, Tonto. As the hoofbeats of an approaching horse sounded above the steady rain, the masked man rose to his feet as White Horse Silver winnied softly. Yes, Silver, our friend at last. I will know what you laid him. Hello. Kimmasabi. Yes, hello. Indian city. El Capitan lake. Still in the valley. We see lake. Nindian right. The lake at the mountain top. That's right. Rain made lake higher and higher. Soon lakes start over rim. The water once starts over the rim. We'll soon wash a deep cut. And all of lakes fill in the valley. Make small river through valley overflow. Tonto, every ranch in the valley will be underwater. That's right. The ranches are worn in time. They'll be able to move their cattle out of danger in the hills on both sides of the valley. Maybe you'll look at lake. See what happens. All right. I'll start now. You ride down to the valley and warn the ranchers. I'll wait for you at the edge of the lake. Adios. Adios. Get him up. Tonto had to travel slowly on the rain-drenched slope. It took a long time to reach the valley. He told the first man he met, a cowhound named Curly, about the impending flood. One man started up the long hill to rejoin the Lone Ranger. Meanwhile, Curly hurried to the home of his boss, Joe Munson, owner of the finest ranch in the valley. Boss, that engine seemed to know what he was talking about. I noticed a few Indians on the move, Curly. Our word do for a flood for sure. I'd better pass a word to the other ranchers and then start moving cattle. Now, now, wait, Curly. Why should we worry about the other ranchers? Well, I promise that Indian, I'd pass the word. Who cares about a promise? Let the other ranchers take care of themselves. Well, they'll lose a lot of cattle. All the more pasture for my stock. Not yourself. Well, I'd better get to the settlement. I'll be safe there. Yeah, the settlement. To be safe, it's on high ground. I'll go and start the boys moving the cattle. No, wait, Curly. There's only one way for the water to get out of the valley. That's through the narrow canyon where the stream flows. There'll be a lot of debris. It's sure to partly close the outlet. What about it, boss? Well, it might be days before the flood subsides. Maybe I can cash in on it. Food will be scarce. Anyone who has it to sell can name his own price. And get it. I reckon the two cafes in the widow Larson store will do a land office business. Curly, we've got to work fast. I'm going to town. I'll buy up all the food in both cafes. And I'm going to buy out widow Larson. I'll own all the food in town. But boss, you're asking for trouble. I'll be ready for it. By the time you and the others have moved the cattle into the hills, I'll own widow Larson store. You bring the men there and bring guns and ammunition. I'll get going. Oh, fella. Oh, here's your gun. Be safe, fella. All right. It's plenty long ride uphill. Crail, plenty slippery. I knew it would take a long time, Tutto. Water heat's very high now. Another hour? It will flow over the edge. After that, it won't take long to wash away a deep cut. That's right. You, uh, warn the ranchers? Ah, we see one, fella. Tell them what happened. He'm all excited. He promised to tell all other ranchers. Good. The cattle will be safe on the hillsides. And the ranchers will be out of danger in town. That's right. Town and high ground. It'd be plenty safe. Now, we'd better get away from here, or we'll be caught in a flood. Can we go back to valley? Yes. The end of the hills on the south side of the valley. And there, we can keep an eye on what happens. Isn't that good? He's just had a big flood. He's just got it. It must count. The rain stopped during the night, but the water continued to rise. The small river through the valley overflowed its banks and spread out wider and wider until the whole valley was underwater. The long ranger and Tutto, watching at daybreak from the hillside, saw people waiting toward the town on higher ground, and the water was rising all the time. Tutto, those people have been caught without warning. I'm not right. Most of them have left everything. Well, then get to town safe. They're having trouble, but they'll make it. Why were they caught like that? Well, be warned, one-peller. And him say him past words. I wonder if he kept his promise. The outlet to the canyon is already blocked. Maybe two weeks before the water ends and the roads are open. There's a food shortage in that town. There may be trouble. I'm going to find out. How you find out? I'll go to town. Oh, water plenty deep now. There's only a couple of hundred yards across. Town on island now. You have to swim. Water plenty past, bad current. Maybe bad undertow. I'll take silver. Together we can make it. In the center of the small island that held the town above water, a crowd of people had gathered in front of the locked doors of the store Widow Larson had sold. In the groups did Marshall Blake and the Widow Larson, as well as a number of refugees from ranches. I can't say why Joe Monson doesn't open the store for business. But he must know there's a lot of people needing to buy food. I can't figure why Monson bought the store. But he's a slick one. He must have something up his sleeve. Here he comes. Monson, I want to talk to you. Howdy, Marshall Blake. Morning, everyone. Morning. Monson, is it true you bought up all the food in town? Well, I made a couple of deals, including the store. That's what you mean, Marshall? These people need food. Fine, fine, and dandy. I got it for sale. The price will be a bit high. How high? Well, maybe two, three times a year. I can afford such prices. Well, I can appreciate the fact that you folks might be short of cash. I'm willing to take mortgages on your land. Marshall Blake, come quick. Man's trying to cross the water. What? Where's he coming from? Southside. Can't make it. He's got a horse that's fighting hard. Maybe we can help him somehow. We'll see what we can do. Come on, boys. Turn me off, boys. Well, the moment food was forgotten, Marshall Blake led the way to the southside of the island and saw the lone ranger and silver fighting furiously against the tremendous power of the surging water. Several times, both horse and rider were sucked down by the treacherous undertowl. There were cheers from the bank when the two once more came into view. Hey! Look, Freddie. Come just a little closer. Maybe I can throw that far. And clear that patrol. Here comes a rope, Mr. Try to grab on. All right, let it go, Ray. Hey! Hey! Hey! He's got it! Hands on the podium! Willing hands pulled in the rope and helped the lone ranger and the gallant silver to the safety of shore. Dripping water, the masked man looked at those who had saved him. I owe my life to you people. Not very gentle. That horse would have made sure. What a horse! Mr. My name is Blake. As the Marshall, I'm the only law there is. I should ask questions about that mask. You'll have to take my word that I'm not an outlaw. Maybe I will and maybe I won't. You must have had a mighty good reason to cross that white water. Why'd you come here? I knew you'd be cut off from food supplies. I came to see how you were fixed. We're not fixed. All the food and towns owned by Joe Munson came to take our ranchers for enough to eat. He brought out my store. Were none of you warned that there might be a flood? No! I sent a warning. What? If you send a warning, I'll bet Munson got it and didn't pass it on. Why that only scheming bullcat? I get to turn our trouble into a good thing for himself. Marshall, Joe Munson should be taught a lesson. There's nothing we can do about it, Mr. We got to eat. 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Now to continue. The people in town were hungry but not hungry enough to pay the outrageous prices Munson posted for the food he had to sell. Curly told his boss the reason. That mask man, Mr. Munson. The one who swam his horse across from the south shore. What'd he do? He told the marshal he thought he could get grub. How? Well it seems he's got a partner in the hills. He's been signaling them by flashing a mirror. Keep an eye on him, Curly. If we see he has a chance of spoiling my game, we'll take care of him. The lone ranger and marshal Blake were at the water's edge. Tonto had seen the signals and had written over the hill. Maybe some time before my friend returns, Blake. We can use the town to good advantage. Just tell me what's to be done. Everyone in town will give you all the rope you want to hang a skunk like Munson. Actually Blake, we'll need a lot of rope. Good strong rope. We can get it. And a lot of logs. There's a sawmill above, Warner. I'll get the boys working on it right away. Hey there! Get all the men together! We need lots of men, Clark! Marshal Blake directed the men on the island. Countless logs and many coils of rope to the water's edge, while Munson watched from the store where not a sail had been made. Presently, Curly came in with a report. Oh, Curly, did you find out what that masked man expects to do? He's talking to a building in some sort of a bridge. A cross up? Well, water? It can't be done. Hell, I reckon he figures a way till the water calms down some. But it won't do him any good unless the Indian finds a supply of food. Oh, what Indian? The masked man's partner's an Indian. Yeah, look over yonder. Yeah, where? Through the window. Look over on the south hill. Here's the rescue now. I see him. Now, he's standing at the water's edge. Looks like he's flashing a light of some kind. It's bright metal. He's signaling to the masked man. The lone ranger and Marshal Blake stood apart from the men who were hauling logs to the water's edge. When Tato finished signaling, the masked man said, I... I'm sorry, Blake. Sounds like bad news. Tato couldn't find a place to get food. Oh, John. And everyone had their hopes up, hauling all those logs to build a bridge. Yes, I know. I all might be just as well your plan fell through. Just as well? Munson's got his ranch hands here in town with him. They're all bad hombres, gunslingers. I wouldn't put it past them to get rough if they saw Munson was going to get licked. Surely there are men enough here to handle Munson's gunslingers? Yes, but there'd be shooting and some killing. Oh, just a minute, Blake. You've given me an idea. You think Munson would go a long way to keep us from getting food? I'd count on it. That's just what we'll do. We'll count on it. We'll count on Munson being rotten to the core. I'm going to flash further instructions to Tato. Uh, what about the men who are hauling logs? Say nothing to them. Let them continue bringing logs here. We'll go ahead with our plans for a bridge. That night, the fury of the water lessened. At daybreak, a strong current still flowed through the valley, but it was not nearly as violent as before. When Marshall Blake came to the water's edge and looked toward the south, he saw a sight that made him cry out with excitement. Look over yonder! The Redskins done it! Look over there! People rushed from the buildings and saw the cause of Blake's excitement. Tato had returned and brought a wagon drawn by two mules. The wagon was piled high with barrels and crates and boxes. It's food! The engine brought food! We can thank the mask man for that. While the crowd watched, another loaded wagon driven by a white man turned it down the mountain trail. There's food enough for all of us. All we have to do is get it across the water. How can we get it here? We got no boats. Folks wouldn't do any how. Couldn't paddle against that curtain. The mask man has something in mind. Where is it? Here it comes. Hey, there, look! Your Indian friend has brought food. Yes, Marshall. I knew we could count on Tato. Now will you come with me to call on Munson? Munson? What? We'll give him one more chance. Curly and all the other Munson employees were with their boss in the store. They saw the masked man and Marshall Blake approaching and their hands crept toward their guns in case of trouble. Leave the guns alone. We came to talk. Not to shoot. Munson, I want to talk to you. Well, you paid a high price for this store. So far, you haven't sold a dime worth of food. I came to offer you a chance to get back your investment. If you refuse to reduce prices, you lose every cent you put into this store because no one will trade with you. You think people will let their kids starve? Look on the south shore. There are two wagon loads of cases and barrels. Does that look as if anyone will starve? How do you figure to get the stuff here? By using a trick of army engineers, posts will be driven into the ground and logs flowed against them. Those logs will be jammed with a current. They'll be lashed to the posts. Men standing on those logs can drive more posts to extend the bridge. We'll make a log jam that will make a bridge to shore. A floating bridge. You see, Munson? That all you got to say? You have just half an hour to announce fair prices. If you don't, we'll start our bridge and that bridge will break you. All right, go ahead. Start your bridge. That evening found the bridge more than half finished. Everyone felt certain that the next day would bring food from the mainland where taught awaited. Everyone felt confident and proud. Everyone, that is, except Munson and his men. Curly, if they get that food from the mainland, I'll be in a bad way. Get it here tomorrow, boss, unless we can do something. We're going to do something. What, boss? We're going to smash that bridge. We could cut all the ropes and push the logs downstream, but it'd be a big job. You know, there's an easier way. You men, come over here. Food's not the only thing I bought when I took over the store. Look there. There's a supply of blasting powder and fuse. We know how to handle this stuff, boss. Yes. We'll wait till late at night and then go to work. Under cover of darkness, Munson and his men planted heavy charges of blasting powder where the bridge was fastened to the land, then crawled out on the floating logs and fixed more explosives at each of the stakes that kept the timbers from floating downstream, making their way back to shore where the rest of Munson's men were waiting. Munson and Curly lighted each fuse in turn. In the darkness, tiny showers of sparks could be seen along the entire length of the partially completed bridge. There's a person. Last after blast, rocked the night. The stakes were snapped like matchsticks and the bridge was broken into small sections that were quickly carried away by the current. Munson and his men watched from shore. A good job well done, boys. Those explosions will bring people from the houses. We better get out of here. Don't try it. Hey, that voice. Hey, he's over there. It's a mask, man. I'll fix him. Come play. We won't help you. Come on this way. Watch him, boys. That's the marshal. We've got your men surrounded. Though you're trying to escape. Boys, shoot your way out. That's what you want. You get it. I'm hit. I'm hurt bad. Don't shoot again. I give up. Oh, wait. Wait. Hold your fire. I'm not armed. A dozen torches flared in the darkness to reveal two score of men advancing from all sides on Munson and his hired hands. Get your hands up. They've got your cover. They caught your platform, Munson. Anymore gunplay, and you'll regret it. All right. Quiet. Quiet, boys. That's the mask man caught. Well, Munson, what have you to say for yourself? You. You and all these others were just waiting and watching. That's right, Munson. Marshal Blake was sure you'd go to any length to force these people to buy food at your price. We've all been here watching your whole before. You destroyed our bridge, Munson. No, wait, wait, man. You haven't got a leg to stand on. You deliberately blew up our bridge. It was not happening. You destroyed. We supplied the wood. We did all the work. And you, Curly, you had a hand in it. I'm shot. You'll suffer a lot more unless the damage is made good. That goes for everyone who helped Munson. That bridge meant food for everyone on this island. Boys, let's string them all away. Hey, that's it. Take it away. Boys, don't talk like that. Munson will pay. Me and the rest of the boys will see to that. All right. All right, I'll pay. Figure out what I owe. You can take it out of my store and food. You gents take charge of Munson and his men. Hang on to them. I know what I'm looking for. I think you'll not lose me any longer. Silver, saddled and waiting. Why, are you leaving here? Yes, we must join Tonto on the mainland. You're going to swim across that water again? No, it's much calmer than it was before. Hate to see you leave before we can celebrate. I must help Tonto return the borrowed wagons and horses and the empty cases to barrels. Adios. Adios. He said empty. Yep. You see, boys, there wasn't any food on the south shore. Those boxes and cases are empty. But don't let Munson know until he's paid off. You see, the mask man counted on Munson to take steps just like he did. He gave him lots of rope, and Munson put it around his own neck. Munson met more than his match when he met that mask man. You see, that ombre is the Lone Ranger. Lone Ranger. The 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 Foy. 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