 the horse with the speed of water to call the bus and the party high on silver! The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of furios, the old cereal that's ready to eat, Bandy-Quacker mixes, and he is the breakfast of champions! Presents by special recording, The Lone Ranger! Sometimes you just don't realize what a good buddy one of your friends is until he's away for a while. Maybe he's home from school with a cold or something. You look at his empty desk in class and gee, you really miss him. Well, here's something, realize you can do for him. Take over a big, cheery Bandy-Quacker yellow cake. The kind that says, hurry back soon, we think you're great. A cake like this, of course, just has to be perfect. And you can be sure it will be when it's made with Bandy-Quacker's yellow cake mix. Your mom will love to bake it. Or you can be a chef and bake it yourself. Any guy can turn on a perfect cake with this mix. 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The thin, wispy-haired clerk looked at the clear sky overhead and grinned with pleasure as he caught and pledged the luxury of an afternoon to himself. My day. An excellent day to pursue a hobby far more interesting to Clem than the routine task of recording gold claims for men who had struck it rich. Clem was a frustrated soldier at heart, too small and frail to qualify for the army. He contented himself collecting relics of historic battles and this afternoon promised to be particularly rewarding. He was passing Sheriff Tim Dair's office when the woman called through the open door. Hey there, Clem! Hello, Tim! I'm on my way to rent a horse! I needed to leave town on your day off, eh? Only half a day, Tim! A fellow who's done a lot of engines fighting with a cavalry was in the office this morning. Yeah, what about it? He said the engines and the army fought a couple of big battles up in Desolation Hills about twenty years ago. That's right, they did. I've never looked for relics up there, so I plan to spend this afternoon and tomorrow searching the place. For what? Well, arrowheads, canteens, sabers, shells, guns, whatever I can find. I've never said it while you do spend your spare time looking for something worthwhile. What? He said a digging through battle fields like an adult-hitted gopher. What do you mean worthwhile? Well, there's no one around here who knows more about a word than you do. Goldbear nor. You want me to turn prospector, huh? You'll never get rich this way. I've never heard of an honest Mormon getting rich either, Tim. I'll see you when I get back to town. Hey, uh, stop at my place for coffee and some of Mary's homemade donuts on your way home. Thanks, I'll do that. It was nearly two o'clock when Clem reached the rocky area known as Desolation Hills, north of town. For more than an hour, he studied the ground in tent on the search for mementos of battle. Oh, hold on. Leaving his rented horse ground hits nearby, he was examining a dry creek bed carefully. The rays of the sun glinted on a shiny object at his feet. He picked it up and gasped. Putting the nugget into his pocket, Clem took out his pocket knife. I wonder if there's more here. Get it, get it. Some distance south of the site where Clem made his discovery, two down-and-out petty thieves named Gabe Anker and Lefty Chance were traveling through the hills. Having been run out of towns to the south, they hoped to better themselves in Yucca flats. Tired, dusty, and hungry, Lefty Chance grumbled, I'm dead ready to keep Gabe. Don't look at me, my canteen's empty. How much further do we have to travel to reach Yucca flat? Oh, three, four hours will get us there. The horses are too near worn out to make it in less time. The tough of being worn out, mine's got a loose shoe. Hey, Sheriff Lefty, there's a water hole ahead. Huh? See the sun shining on the water? Yeah. Get up, come on, get up. Oh, hold it, hold it. This is the thirsty. We'll water them after we fill our canteen. Water's warm, but it's just wet. It's good. Yeah, let the horses at it. They were plenty dry. I'm glad we found this place. Remember, in the some kind. Too far away from here either. I didn't see anybody when we drew rain. With boulders the size of these around, it's hard to see anyone. Don't say why a fellow tried building anything in this place. Come here, Lefty. Huh? That's the side of the boulder. But that's what we heard. Philip pounding the stake in the ground. Yeah. I reckon he didn't hear a straw rain. Hey, look. He's fastening the paper to the stake, Eve. I wonder how much cash he's carrying. He might have some grub in his saddlebag, just when I was thinking. Come on. We'll help ourselves to his money in supply. The stake clembapson pounded into the ground, wore a carefully lettered paper, claiming the legal amount of land permitted anyone staking a claim. After years of working in the land office recording other men's claims, Clem himself had found gold. Dazed by his unexpected good fortune, he turned from the stake. Unless I'm proudly mistaken, this is a mighty rich strike. You're there. What? We want to talk to you. Long experience in the land office had taught the mild-mannered government clerk all that could be learned about claim jumpers. Fearing that the two strangers might try to steal his strike, Clem reached for his own share. Gabe saw the move. He snatched his gun. Get him, Gabe! No! That junkhead went for his gun. You hit him all right. I mean, then, I'll see. He's not moving. Hey, he's hurt bad, Gabe. He'd be going a couple of minutes. Your bullet hit him in the head. He shouldn't have tried to draw. If he does, we'll be hunted for murder. We might be if anyone had seen us shoot him. See if he's got any cash. I'll look in his saddlebag for grub. All right, but I don't like being mixed up in the shooting. He asked for it. Yeah, maybe so, but... Hey. What's wrong? Hey, look. Look what he had in his pocket. Money? It's gold, Gabe. Gold nuggets. God. See if he has any more of them. Is that steak in the ground? Huh? We'd like to see what he wrote on the paper. He fastened to it. What's that got to do with it? Hey, it's just what I figured. Look, Gabe, it's a claim notice. Claim notice? He was taking a claim here. That's why he was pounding the steak in the ground. Yeah. The notice proved it. See, here's the date today and the time. All right. I'll bet ten years of my life he found the nuggets here. That ticker. Yeah. This is our lucky day, Gabe. We've got as much gold as we can find. We're too better than that. We'll get all the gold it's here. We'll jump this claim. Oh. He's leaving Glen Babson where he had fallen. The two thieves swung to the saddle and raced toward Tom. Half an hour later, Lefty's tired horse was slowing visibly. Can't you get any more speed out of that, Critter? Come on, you miserable piece of buzzard. Make it up there. Ah, he's slowing down, Lefty. Get up there. Come on. He's done it and he can't keep up the pace. Oh, oh, oh. Critter's not only worn out, he's got a loose shoe. Should have left him back at the claim and taken the other fellow's horse. Ah, it's just as well you didn't take that gray. Someone in town might recognize it. Well, what do we do now? My chestnut will be able to make it to Yucca Flats. I'll go on to the land office to register the claim. Well, what about me? You'd better go back to the claim now. Get rid of that fellow's body and turn his horse loose. Where am I going to get rid of the body? We've no tools for burying it. I don't care what you do with it as long as it's out of sight. After I register the claim, I'll head back there. All right. Bring some supplies with you. I'm half-starred. I'll see you later. Get it. Get it. One of these days I'll buy myself a good horse. The finest in these parts. All right, come on, you finest guest. Meanwhile, the long ranger and his Indian friend Tato were riding through the desolation hills toward Yucca Flats. The masked man planned to wait outside town while Tato bought the supplies they needed. As they passed near the spot where Clem had found gold, Tato explained, You must have it. Look, that man's trying to mow. Ah, look like he must hurt. He'll try to help him. Come here! Come on! We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Sure enough, take Midwestern champions, for instance. When Bobby Feller takes the mound, the outfield boys sit on the ground. That Wheaties pitching leaves them there, watching batters fan the air. And when we name our Wheaties crew, Big Ted Klaususki's in there too. He'll face those herners day or night and knock their fastballs out of sight. Bob Feller and Ted Klaususki both know that Wheaties' magic. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Wheaties, breakfast of champions. Now to continue. With the light of the setting sun, shining in his pained-in-dies, Clem Babson didn't notice the lone ranger's mask, until the tall man had dismounted. He'd been wounded, Taro. Hang on to Taddlecummel to stand up. We'd like to help you. Take it easy. We're not outlaws. Cooks just like those other two. Teddy, look out. I got him. Let go of Taddlecummel. I've nothing left to steal. Two skunks already jumped my claim. We're here to help you, not rob you. Now, sit down. I'll take a look at your wound. You don't talk like a cook, but that mask. Forget the mask. Here, medicine, gift him a puppy. Thanks, Taddlecummel. Here, canteen. Now, you take drink. Thanks, engine. I would like a drink. Who shot you? Two fellas. I never saw either one of them before, but I'll never forget to look some. One of them's tall. It has a heavy black beard. It wears a checkered shirt and dungarees. What about the other one? He's a redhead. A little taller than I am. Well, thanks for the canteen. All right. How bad am I hurt, mister? It's a scalpel. I'll have the bandage in place in just a minute. You said the men who shot you were strangers. That's right. But I've got their names. How do you get names? I've got them here on this piece of paper. They left passings for the steak I put in the ground. I found it when I came to. I noticed the steak when we stopped. I found gold here this afternoon. I know sooner if any steak and claim to it, than those two letters appeared. When I saw this paper, I knew what happened. They copied what I wrote in their own handwriting, stuck it on the steak and went into town. Plain jumpers, huh? Yep. One's named Lefty Chance. His partner's Gabe Anker. That takes care of your wound, mister. Oh, Babson. Clem Babson. I'm the land office agent in Yucca Flats. Land office agent? That's right. You register gold claims in land office? Yes, yes. It's a one-man office engine. I've worked there for two years. That's good joke on crooks. What? Crooks. Get big surprise when they try to register the claim. Say that's right. I never thought of that. Doggone it. They may be on their way to town now to register the claim. I wouldn't be surprised. They have no way of knowing who I am. Fact is they've probably left me for dead. Here, tracks on ground. One from a ride horse with loose shoe. The tracks probably lead to Yucca Flats. You feel strong enough to ride? Yeah, yeah. I feel a lot better now. Thanks to you too. You'd better report what happened to the sheriff. I'll do that, mister. Now tell him how you and the engine helped me. Yeah, I'll help you to mount. Oh, thanks. Thanks. We'll ride with him on all these tracks. Me's happy. Easy. Get a big phone. Oh, get them out. Get them out. This was falling rapidly when the three riders saw a horseman coming towards them. Glenn Batson studied him for a moment. Then exclaimed, It's one of those trucks. The red-headed fellow who shot me. Are you sure? Yeah, I'm sure. He recognized me. See him turning his horse? I get way. Don't let him get away. Stop him. Don't let him get away. Don't let him get away. The silver pulled ahead of Glenn Muntotto. Yes! As let they spurred his nearly exhausted run, having recognized Glenn, he knew capture was inevitable, unless he could escape. A quick look over his shoulder at the powerful fight stallion, panicked Letsy. He drew his gun and tried to fire accurately at the lone ranger. But the shots were wild. He saw the lone ranger pick up his lariat. Go on, Rainer. I'll put you in the saddle. I'll tell you. Not an election start to take aim. The lariat arched through the air. Letsy dodged to escape the loop, but it settled over his shoulders. And before he could free himself, he moved the horse back into the fight. He was jerked from the saddle. As he hit the ground, his weary horse flowed to a halt. While the masked man dismounted and hurried to Letsy's side, Tonto and Glenn grew rain. I'm hurt. Stand up. I must have broken every bone in my body. He'd get gunned if he was on me. Good. I will tie his hand behind his back. You were no good cranes jumping rat. Left me for dead, didn't you? I didn't shoot you. It was my partner, Dave. He's the one that gunned you. Dave's your partner. You must be Letsy Chan. How do you know? I made your name off the claim when I left on the stake where I found my goals. You can't prove we jumped your claim. I won't have to. The goals are my partners in town now filing legal claim to us. How's he going to file legal claim to it with the land office closed? Hey, might have reached the office before it closed. He couldn't have. The office closed at noon. That's right. And it's not due to open until Monday morning at nine o'clock. Maybe Dave found the land office agent. Maybe talk him into opening the office special. I'm the land office agent. What? You have to go some to talk me into registering his claim to my gold. I'll search you right now for the nugget you stole from me. You're the land office agent? It looks like you and your partner tried to jump the wrong claim. Well, a dead-rated look. And here are my nuggets. I didn't mean any harm. I wasn't the one that shot you. Save your lies. You were probably on your way back to the claim right now to make sure I was dead. No, no. If the masked man and engine hadn't been with me, you'd have finished me for sure. No, that's not true. I can explain. Save your explanation for the sheriff. I'm going to jail. In Yucca Flaps, Gabe Anker had already discovered that the land office was locked for the day. Confident that he had nothing to fear from the local law, he entered Sheriff Tim Dair's office to inquire. Sheriff, well, I find the land office agent. He's out of town as far as I know, stranger. Why? I have a claim to register here. I've looked all over town for him. And like I said, he's not in town. If I'd known that, I wouldn't have wasted so much time looking for him. What's your name, stranger? Gabe Anker. You've found gold, eh? My partner and I discovered it. I'm downright anxious to get her registered. But he's well relaxed till Monday morning, Gabe. The land office will be open at 9 o'clock. Well, if I've got to wait till then, I reckon there's not much I can do. Hey, Tim! Hey, Tim! Sounds like the agent's coming here now, Gabe. Do you think he'd open the office long enough to register my claim? Tim, I've got a shooting to report, and a claim to the left of the attorney. You! I'll climb back whenever the office, Gabe. Clutch this gun from the host there. Before he could fire, shout out to him there, grab his arm. What's your idea, you two, Gabe? You took your dirty claim, jumper? Left inside, lefty. And remember, you're covered. There, they dropped the gun, Gabe. No, no, oh! Oh, I don't... Can I go my arms, Gabe? Lefty, what happened? I was counting on you to help me, Gabe. Who's your management? He and Tyler were friends of mine. They saved my life. But they're men. The mask doesn't mean this, Jensa Crook. These two are. Lefty, you bungalow. I tried hard to get caught. I thought you were going back to bury this critter. I see you and the masked man in the engine met me on a trail. Oh, I knew what happened. I was hauled from the saddle, hauled tied, and disarmed. They tried to kill me, Tim. What? That bearded critter shot me. Well, in that case, I'll put him both behind bars. Come on, you two. And you don't have to push me out going. Right, Gabe, you hadn't bunged your father. Ah, yes! Well, Clam, that takes care of the claim, jumper. I reckon it does, mister. Thanks to you and Tyler. I'll not forget what you've done for me, there. I'll start working my claim and see that you get a sizeable reward. Seeing you well enough to enjoy your good fortune is reward enough, Clam. I hope we meet again. Hold on! Where are you going? We're heading north as soon as Toronto picks up the supply. Do we need ease? Is that a big fellow? Not at all. But I've got it! Well, me go get supplies, then meet mask, Clam. Head to town. The good thing is it's dark. No one will notice his mask and mistake him for a crook. That's right. Turner, I'd like to do something for you and him. Oh, be glad we're able to help you. I know you're planning to shove on, but couldn't I send a reward somewhere to be held for you? If my claim turns out to be as good as I think it will, I'll be a rich man! You, my first fellow, will try reward Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger? Not right, Clam. Great jumpin', class hoppers. Is that who he is? Uh-huh. Well, I'm yours, Clam. What? And me wish you pretty good luck with gold, Clam. Bye! Let it go. Very fun. What's that about a gold claim? Yeah, I found gold this afternoon, Clam. Gold? Yep, I've struck it rich. That's the best news I've ever heard, Clam. I told you you should have spent your time looking for gold instead of those worthless old relics no one had wanted. Oh, fine relic hugger I am, Clam. I just missed a chance to get a silver bullet from the Lone Ranger. Here I have the chair of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. It's produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. A 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.