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We'd better follow orders, Tuttle. As the mask man and his Indian friend rule rain, two men step from sheltering trees to the trail. One held a snub-nosed arranger. This gun's not much for size, but it's plenty deadly, so don't try a fast move. Yes, ma'am, keep your hands away from your gun. What's the idea? We need horses. A couple of crooks to allow us. Oh, you plan to take ours? Yeah. What's more, we're taking you to the sheriff in the nearest town. You're probably warranted for a lot of crimes. No! You're wrong, mister. We're special deputies. Signed by warden Jenkins of territorial prison to the job of hunting a couple of escaped convicts. That's the ground, Alhoot! New two-engine! The lone ranger eyed the deputies standing side-by-side on the trail. His voice was sharp as he called, Take him, Silver! As the mighty stallion charged, the startled men fell back to escape being struck by silver-shot hoops. Taking advantage of their confusion, the lone ranger grew and fired. A silver bullet smashed the small gun in the hands of the red-headed deputies. All right, sir, listen up, boy. Boom! The tunnel chuckled at the look of wide-eyed dismay on the deputies' faces. The lone ranger turned tables on you, huh? What? The lone ranger? You mean this masked man? He's the lone ranger? That's right. Turned to ranger. I didn't know that. Who are you? Joe Cannell. This is Morfrandoff. You said a couple of escaped convicts stole your horses. Fire Absol and Cork McCool broke out of prison. While we were out looking for them, they took us by surprise. Oh, our horses, guns, and cash. And Warden Jenkins will be downright mad when he hears how they outsmarted us. You're, uh, within walking distance of town. Yeah, but we can't walk. I suggest you go there and send a report to Warden Jenkins. Helen, Todd, and I have taken up the search for Cyrapson and his pal. Let's go, Todd. Are you ready? Come, Phil, let's go. Todd will follow it, led south. As darkness fell, they grew rain. Oh, shall we go? The country around here is so dry, it's difficult to follow a trail. Ah, Texas have bad drought. Yes, I hope it ends soon. Kimisabi, you think crooks head for border? Well, they were captured not far from the town of Jacksonburg. That's right. I think the loot from the Wells Fargo robbery is hidden there there. So they'll probably go back to get it. If we have any trouble picking up their trail again, we'll ride directly to Jacksonburg to Warden Sheriff Lewis. A few days later, Todd will enter Sheriff Dan Lewis' office in the town of Jacksonburg. Well, go! And your mass friend? Well, him asked me tell you about Cyrapson and Cork McCool, the rats who went to territorial prison three years ago for robbing a Wells Fargo stage. That's right. They were captured without the loot from that robbery, if I remember right. No one ever find loot from old up Sheriff. In that case, the Wells Fargo reward for its recovery has never been claimed. A lone ranger wants you to know Cyrapson, Cork McCool, break out of prison for four-day gold. Jumping grasshoppers. And mass friend think maybe crooks come back here. To Jacksonburg? Yeah. For what? To get loot from robbery. Sounds like young Billy Murray. Come on in, Bill. The door's unlocked. Hi, Sheriff. Come inside, Bill. Door closed. I thought you might be talking about some private business, Sheriff. Nothing in this office is private from the son of an ex-Sheriff. Tonneau, meet Billy Murray. Billy, this is Tonneau. How, Bill? Howdy, Tonneau. Billy's dad, Hank Murray, was Sheriff of Jacksonburg before me, Tonneau. Oh, you did? That's right, Bill. Him fine lawman. Too fine to die of an outlaw's bullet. Someday I'm going to be Sheriff of Jacksonburg, too. Well, your mom might have different ideas about that. I'll convince her yet, Sheriff. Will you see what I got for my birthday? A sick shooter. It's dad's gun. I'd like to capture a couple of crooks and collect the rewards. Now, Billy, if you find any crooks, report them to me. I'll see that you get the reward for those you help turn in. Oh, it's a deal, Sheriff. So long, Tonneau. Howdy, old Spill. I hope you have a mighty happy birthday. Oh, thanks. Goodbye. Goodbye. Here's my, here's Billy wants to turn body hunter. Moon Ranger, new boy's father. Hank was a fine lawman. One of the best the West ever had. Not right. His wife's had a hard time getting a living out of that run-down spreader there since he died. What wrong with the ranch? Nothing money wouldn't cure. I supply as we need them right back to camp. Tell your masked friend I'd like to see him before he leaves this part of the country. He tell him. And I'll be on the lookout for Psyrapsin in his pal. The Loom Ranger and Tonneau we're looking for are riding toward Jacksonburg astride stolen horses. As they slow the animals for a brief rest. Psyrapsin, observe. Oh, easy, easy. Travel through hills along back trails no one is likely to know about. We've done a good job of pulling off any posse that might be after us. Right now I'm worried about what's ahead of us. We can't ride through town to reach Big Indian River. We'll have to go around town. I hope we pass a couple of waterholes with springs along the way. The ones we've passed so far have been dry. It must be a long time since it rained in this part of the country. Yeah, it looks like a real drought. The sooner we get the loot we left at the river and head for the border, the better I like it. We've done a lot of thinking about that loot. Well, so have I. I'm gonna live mighty. I wonder if there's a chance it drifted downstream. After we threw it in the river? It couldn't have drifted. It was at least $50,000 worth of gold, paper, money, and silver in that canvas sack. Uh-huh. That sack was heavy. So heavy it took both of us to drop it in the river. I remember that. With all that weight it'll be right where we left it. All we gotta do is locate the flat top rock on the river bank. That sack will be almost directly under it. I hope you're right. Bill rejoined the Lone Ranger in the hills east of town. He reported his conversation with Sheriff Dan Lewis. A sheriff say, him keep close watch for Syrabson and Court McCrew. Good. And while me in office, a boy named Billy Murray stopped to see Sheriff. Billy Murray? Uh-huh. Him son the Sheriff Hank Murray. Oh, I remember Hank Murray. He was a good friend. Uh-huh. How old is his son? Oh, about 16. He tells Sheriff him have birthday today. I'd like to see the boy. Sheriff Lewis say, boy and mother have hard time getting along since Hank Murray killed. Oh, Saddle Silver will start for the Murray ranch to see them. That would be good. On his way home from town, Billy Murray rode along the banks of Big Indian River. Because of the prolonged drought, the level of the river had fallen extremely low. Billy was not far from the ranch when his horse stopped to drink at the water's edge. While he waited for the animal to drink his fill, Billy studied the water and the exposed ground that had always been covered by the river. Then he noticed the canvas sack partially embedded in the river bank, slightly above the water's edge, near a huge, flat top rock study. Kelly, I never noticed that before. The boy dismounted to investigate. The waterproof canvas sack was securely fastened, but by using a pocket knife, Billy was able to cut an opening near the top. He reached inside. Gov. A moment later, he stared in wide-eyed wonder at a handful of gold and silver coins. Enjoy your adventure in just a moment. Gee man, Jimmy is eight years old. He is strong and he can capture outlaws' cozy nose. A nourishing old cereal that shaped like little letter O's. The ready-to-eat cereal with a wonderful toasted old flavor. 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Your husband was a good friend of ours. When he introduced us to you, he assured you I wasn't an outlaw. You knew Hain? Oh yes, we knew him very well. Oh, you remember meeting my Indian friend, Tonto? Tonto? And a masked man? Of course, I remember now. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you when you drew rain, but it's been so long. Yes, it was several years ago. I'm so glad to see you. Mrs. Murray, Tonto and I would like a chance to help you and your son. Thank you, Mr. But... Mom! Hey, Mom! It's Billy, my son. Me, me, them and Tonto. Billy! The masked man and Tonto were friends, Billy. Very good friends of your dad's. Tonto and Sheriff Lewis' office, but... The masked man's the lone ranger. The lone ranger? That's right. Oh, golly! How are you, Billy? Oh, I'm fine, mister. Hey, gosh, Mama, I came home in a hurry to tell you what happened. Is something wrong? Oh, no, nothing's wrong. I found a sack full of treasure, Mama. Treasure? That's right. It's right on the river bank. Reckonon hasn't been found before this because the river kept it covered. What are you digging in your pockets for? Oh, these. Hey, look, Mom. Money! Oh, silver coins. There's lots more of them in the sack, Mom. Lots of gold and silver. Billy, you... You say you're found it? That's right, Mom. Just think what it means. We'll be able to fix up the ranch. We can buy the new stock we need, hire a couple of hands. Just a minute, sir. Oh, we gotta go back and get the rest of it. I'll hitch your horse and mine to the wagon and take it to the river. We gotta get the rest of the gold and silver before someone else goes here. But, Billy... There's no time to waste, Mom. We'll lose the treasure if someone else goes there ahead of us. You found the sack on the river bank, Billy? Oh, yes, sir. It's plenty heavy, too. It'll take a long time to load the wagon. We'll have to move a little at a time. Ton and I would like to see your treasure, Billy. We'll ride to the river with you. Oh, that would be great. I'll get the wagon out of the barn. And we ain't happy about it. Come on, Ton. We gotta hurry. I just don't understand it. There's $50 here. And a lot more on the river bank if your son is right. It's unbelievable. Well, uh, several years ago, Mrs. Murray, a Wells Fargo stage was robbed not far from here. I remember. I think this money, Billy, found belongs to Wells Fargo. Oh. But there's a $5,000 reward for its recovery. $5,000? Yep. Oh, hold it. Hold it. The wagon's all set, Mom. Come on, get in. All right, son. You'll come with us, Mr. Of course. Come on, Mom. I'll handle the reins. All right. I'm ready, Billy. Did he say the big fella? All set, Ton? Huh? He's plenty anxious to see treasure. All right. Well, then, let's go. Get up. Get up there. Come on. Come on. Your time, Laker. Billy halted the light flag and not the river's edge. Hold it. Hold it. Hold it. The little reins are on top. They'll also throw reins. Hold it. There it is. There it is. There it is. Just like our left. Is it the Wells Fargo money, Mr? Yes, it is. The name Wells Fargo will be stamped on the sack and waterproof ink. Let me help turn the sack. What did you say about Wells Fargo? Billy, the masked man thinks the money was stolen from Wells Fargo. What does that mean? We had to give it back to him? Yes. Oh, no, Mom. We couldn't keep stolen money, son. Yeah, but I found it. That doesn't make it ours. Here's the Wells Fargo marking. Hmm. Blurred a little by water, but letters still playing. Oh, Garnet, the masked man says there's a reward for finding the money, Billy. That's right, Billy. When this money is turned over to the sheriff, you'll have earned yourself $5,000. $5,000? I'll put the sack into the wagon. Let me help it to keep it. I've got a ton of it. Gosh, Mom. $5,000 is an awful lot of money. Indeed it is. There'll go a long way toward fixing up the ranch. There. The sack's in the wagon, Billy. I'll take the wagon to town, Mr. Better go with him, Donald. I'll go with him, Mr. If you ride in the wagon, Mrs. Murray, a ton of travel alongside. Oh, keep a sharp lookout for trouble, Donald. Uh-huh. Me, Savi. What do you mean? Trouble. The man who stole this money escaped from prison. Oh. You must, Savi. Two riders head this way. It may be, Sai Rapson's friend. Who? A couple of crooks. I hope you'll not meet Billy. You'd better start for town. Right. Stay with him, Donald. Get him on his couch. Get him! Get him! As Billy, his mother and toddler rode away from the river's edge, the lone ranger turned to meet the two horsemen hurrying toward him. The sky was darkening and thunder cracked ominously, as the mask man recognized Sai Rapson and Cork McCool. He reached for his coats as they drew rain. You two are covered. Sai, it's a mask man. Mask man, nothing. He's the lone ranger we're done for. Not yet. As Sai jumped from the saddle, he snatched his gun from its holster. No! He went down with a bullet in the shoulder. The lone ranger's second bullet smashed Cork's gun. You were foolish to try that job. This loud Cork's gun hit my shoulder. Sai rapson-ly on the ground, rising with pain. Having dropped his gun when the lone ranger's bullet struck his right shoulder, he looked around for the weapon. It was inches from his left hand. Taking a desperate chance, he grabbed it and fired. As the shot ripped the mask man's sleeve, the lone ranger's coat roared. Smashing Sai's gun beyond repair. But the momentary diversion gave Cork a chance to jump the mask man. Closing in from the side, the quick-witted killer clamped his arm around the lone ranger's neck in an effort to choke him. He was going through his gun for a sense, still so I could get it. Hacked blind with pain, but was wounded vainly to take the lone ranger's gun. While the mask man fought to free himself of Cork's vice-like grip, the lone ranger reached over his shoulder behind his back. He caught the back of Cork's neck and lifted the surprise hammer over his shoulder. Summer thudding through the air. Cork hit the ground with jowling force at the lone ranger's feet. Now then, Sai... The lone ranger had moved too fast for Sai Rapson. He faced the wounded killer with a drawn coat. If you want more trouble... No, no, we've had enough. And I'll tie you. Manage your wounds. Take you both into the Sheriff's office. A heavy rain was falling steadily and the streets were deserted. But the lone ranger with his prisoners went to Sheriff Dan Lewis' office in Jacksonburg, forcing Sai and Cork to walk ahead of him. The mask man followed them into the lawman's office. Inside, all of you. Hey, hey, come on. Don't mess with me. He captured Sai Rapson and Cork McCool. How are you, Sheriff? Cork, I'm glad to see you, mister. I never figured this storm had blow you and two prisoners in. I captured them on the bank of Big Indian River. I'll have a cell that'll accommodate the two of them ready for the trip back to prison. Come on, both of you. I'll give you the ropes you're wearing when you're behind bars. Remember your covers. I don't fire fast enough. Gosh, this has been a birthday I'll never forget. Many happy returns of the day, Billy. Billy and I are going to celebrate tonight, mister. Good. I'd be so happy if you and Tondo would join us. Well, we'll do that, Mrs. Murray. We'll return to camp first for dry clothing. We'll expect you at the ranch house later. And we'll be there. Come on, Tondo. You ready to keep us coming? See you later, Bill. You bet, Tondo. Well, go to those rats are behind bars and... Hey, where's Tondo? Where's the masked man? They'll be at our house later tonight for supper, Sheriff. Say, how about joining us? I'm having a birthday cake, Sheriff. Birthday cake or no birthday cake, Billy. I'll jump at the chance any time I can have a meal with the Lone Ranger. I'll do it.