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With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mask writer 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 because I am Silver. A vast cedar break covered the Texas plain west of the town of Morado. Only one road ran through the jungle of Dwarf Evergreens, the stagecoach trail to Galen City. About half a mile from the stage road, in a small clearing among the cedars, three men crouched around the wooden box. The box held mechanism from a clock, a gun hammer, detonation caps, and dynamite. The device, known as an infernal machine, was actually a time bomb. A man known as TikTok said, No, Pecos, you wouldn't clip watch how I set this thing. You're setting it to explode. I'm clearing out. No hurry, Pecos. I haven't wound the clock spring. Did you say you made two of these things, TikTok? That's right, Cliff. The one in my shop has lots more dynamite than this one. I made this just to try out, so we're sure it'll work. Is it set? Yep. It's set to explode just five minutes after I start the clock. Seems to me this is a lot of trouble just to rob a stagecoach. Why not just stick up the stage? Nowadays, in this part of the country, they always have lawmen riding inside the stage when a lot of cash is being moved. That's how I know the westbound that comes through here tomorrow morning will be carrying cash. I don't savvy. Sheriff Enright and his chief deputy left Murano today. They rode east on horses that belonged to the stage line. I asked Bill Mason about them. He's the deputy who's been left in charge of the jail. What'd he say? He told me the lawmen were riding to the east boundary of the county. There, they'll board the stage and ride through Murano, through this woods and all the way to Galen City. And tomorrow's stage is the one we want to rock? Right. No, I'll... No, wait a minute. Before you start the clock, tell us your plan. Well, all right. The other infernal machine's in a chest. After I set it, I'll lock the chest and send it as express on tomorrow's stage to a fake name and address. Yeah, that sounds all right. Yeah. The stage is due to leave Murano at nine in the morning. I'll tie an explosion for eleven. We'll be waiting in this woods. When we hear the explosion, we'll ride to the wreckage, bust open a strong box, get the cash, and... Vamoose. Sounds like a good plan. If this thing works... We'll soon find out if it works. Hey, it's tickling. Let's get away from here. All right. There. Come on. The three men ran several hundred yards through the cedar break to the place where they had left the horses. There, they waited tensely. Tick-tock held a watch in his hand. Almost time. Maybe you didn't wind it enough. A couple of seconds. I hope we're far enough away. Boys, it went off right on the second. Hey, that welds Fargo cash is as good as ours. Get away from here. Going back to your shop, Tick-tock? No, I close for the day when I left. I'm going home. Do you think anyone will be suspicious when your shop is closed tomorrow? Of course not. Everyone knows I take a day off whenever I feel like going fishing. Yeah. Or stage, Robin. Easy, man. Get up. Get up. Get up. A long ranger and tautel riding along the stage trail north of the clearing heard the explosion. Hoping to learn the reason for the blast, they left the road and guided their horses south through the dense growth. They reached the clearing a short time after the conspirators had left. Gray smoke still lingered near a large hole in the ground. Easy, steady big fella. Easy fella. That smells like dynamite. Why is that explode here? I have no idea, tautel. We'll look around. In the clearing, the long ranger and tautel found several pieces of wood that seemed to be parts of a demolished box and the footprints of three men. Then some distance from the hole, the mask man picked up a bent and twisted bit of brass mechanism. What that, Hemosave? Part of a clock. Most of the gears and wheels are gone, but I... Oh, Hemosave. Tautel, I think the dynamite was exploded by this mechanism. You mean clock explode dynamite at right time? Yes. I think the three men who left the footprints were experimenting with an infernal machine. Why then do that? Well, I don't know. I've never heard of an infernal machine being used for a good purpose. Let's follow the tracks. The boot marks led to the place where horses had been tethered. Following the tracks of the horses, the mask man and his Indian companion rode eastward, parallel to the stagecoach's trail. When they reached the edge of the cedar break, the long ranger signaled a halt. I don't know. I don't know. The trail continues across an open plain toward Morado. That's right. You go to town in daylight? No, not while I'm wearing a mask. Uh, maybe better you wait here. Me go alone. All right, go ahead. Our friend Sheriff Enright will remember you. Tell him what we found. I'll make camp here and wait for you. Get a box count! It was evening and after dark when Tautel rejoined the lone ranger in camp near the edge of the cedar break. Oh, scum. Easy scum. Easy scum. Me lose tracks of three men came a subbie, and me look for Sheriff. Him not in town. That's too bad. I hope we might find out something. But me see sharp a clockmaker. You did? Huh. Who runs a shop? A hymn named Tick Tock Thomas. Did you see him? No, him not there. Man on street tell me, sharp close since noon. Oh, does the clockmaker live in the shop? No, him live in small house on edge of town. I'd like to examine the inside of that shop. I'll take off my mask and disguise myself as a drifting cow and... Me go with you? I know, Tautel. You stay here and guard our camp gear. Who's over who? Easy scum. Late that night, the disguised lone ranger let silver concealed in a grove at the edge of town and hurried unobserved to the clockmaker shop. He walked through an alley to the area behind the building, forced open a back window, and went through it into the work room. He lighted a candle and shielded the light with his hat while he looked around. On the workbench he saw a wooden chest about a foot square. It was addressed to a man in El Paso. The padlock on the chest was open. He removed it and raised the lid. The chest held a thick bundle of dynamite sticks, a gun hammer mechanism, and the face and works of an unwound alarm clock. The hands pointed to nine o'clock, and the alarm was set for eleven. Set to explode two hours after the clock is wound. This means tick-tock is a bomb maker. The lone ranger lowered the lid of the chest, then left through the window. He closed the window and was about to start away when a sharp voice called... Freeze, mister! You're covered! At a corner of the building, the moonlight revealed two men holding guns. Get your hands up and we'll shoot. My hands are up. Who are you? Bill Mason, deputy sheriff. This is my assistant, Joe Slade. And we're both quick on the trigger. Good thing we patrolled behind the buildings, eh, Joe? Yeah. I reckon we caught this critter just as he was going to break into tick-tock's place. Oh, you're mistaken. I'm a friend of Sheriff Enright. Tell him that when he gets back to town. Meanwhile, you're going to jail. On what charge? We got orders to arrest any suspicious-looking strangers. And you're one. Deputy, let me tell you about tick-tock calls. Still you're talking when the sheriff gets back. That may be too late. Oh, tell me this. Have you ever heard of the lone ranger? No, and we're not going to waste time talking. Take his gun, Joe. Hey, somebody's going to jail. Tutto maintained an all-night vigil waiting for the lone ranger to return to camp. In the morning, hoping to learn what had delayed his friend, he rode into town. At the shop of the clockmaker, he found the door locked. He was looking through the front window when Bill Mason, the deputy sheriff, approached and said... What are you doing there, engine? He looks for a tick-tock. You two ladies, come and go on. Well, where'd he go? He said he was going fishing, that's all I know. You say him come to shop? Yeah, but only long enough to get a box he wanted to send out in the stagecoach. He took it to the station and rode out of town with a couple of his friends. You know when Sheriff Emerite comes back. There's the stage. I've got to get over the station. I have to make sure there's no all-hoots hanging around. Tutto watched the stagecoach brought to a halt at the station diagonally across the street. The drawn window curtains prevented him from seeing Sheriff Enright and another lawman who rode inside. But he saw several articles of express lifted to the top of the stage where within guardrails, other baggage was packed. Then the stage was underway again, heading west on the trail that led through the cedar break. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Ah, the good old days. Back when people were old-fashioned and the things your grandmother used to bake were fresh and piping hot. Well, at the Merida bakeries, things haven't changed much over the years. Like Merida, old-fashioned enriched white bread. There's a seal on every loaf that says, Merida guarantees freshness and is sold fresh through day shown on the twist tie. Maintain freshness by storing at room temperature. And when Merida says old-fashioned, it means it's made from a rich, old-fashioned recipe. And that means it's fresh. The idea of fresh anything, especially fresh bread, has been around for a long time. But folks, forget what really old-fashioned freshness tastes like. That's why there's Merida. Merida enriched white bread. It has a freshness and taste that hasn't been around for a long time. That's a fresh idea that's very old-fashioned. Now to continue. Continuing his search for the Lone Ranger, Tonto rolled to the end of the main street, then started back in the opposite direction behind the row of buildings. As he was passing the back of the jail, he heard a bird-like whistle. He saw the face of a man close to a small barred window and recognized the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger made signs that Tonto understood. Leaving scout behind the stone building, the Indian hurried through an alley and entered the jail office. Joe Slade seated at a desk, said, What do you want, Indian? Looking past the deputy's assistant, Tonto saw the Lone Ranger locked behind a barred door. I said, what do you want? He showed you. Hey! Just Tonto rushed forward with the lawman lead to his feet and drew a gun. Before he could raise the weapon, his hand was gripped by the Indian. Slade fired once, but the bullet went harmlessly into the floor. Then Tonto used his fist. It was a knockout blow to the chin. As Slade fell, Tonto kicked his gun into a corner. Good work, Tonto. The key to this door is there on that wall. Let me get him. Let me let you out. Keep an eye on Slade. Let me do that. That shot must have been heard. People will be coming here. There. Door open. Where are your guns? In this desk drawer. Where's Scouts? Behind jail. They're right double to the woods south of Tonto. I tied Silver. Hey, watch all this shooting of ours. Hey, how did you get in here? Out of our way, Mason. Oh! That takes care of him. Come on, Tonto. Leaving both lawmen where they've fallen, the Lone Ranger and Tonto ran through the alley and mounted Scouts. Easy, easy. Get them up, Scouts. Moments later, Scouts neared the place in the woods where Silver had been left. Easy, Scouts. Easy, Tonto. There, the Lone Ranger leaped to the ground and shot it. Keep going to our camp. Get them up, Scouts. Does it make it feel easy? Come on. In camp near the edge of the cedar break and south of the stage trail, the Lone Ranger changed from his disguise to his own clothes and mask as he told about his capture. I realized there was no use trying to talk to that deputy. He wouldn't listen to a thing I said. You tell me they're bomb in shop. Yes. It was in a black wooden box about a foot square. Kimusabi. Yes. Ticktocks, end box on stage this morning. Did you see him? No, but men say him leave town with two other fellow before stage come. But me see box, like you say, put on top of stagecoach. Tonto, I heard the stage leave Morado at 9.15. That's right. If Ticktock wound the clock at 9 and left the setting unchanged, the dynamite will explode at 11 o'clock. And then the stage should be close to the canyon in the middle of this woods. That's right. We must overtake that stage. Kimusabi. Yes. Look to town. Men come this way. Looks like a posse. Probably. We'll now wait to find out. Easy, silly big fella. You ready, Tonto? Me ready. Come see us. Come. Old Ranger and Tonto quickly outdistance their pursuers. When they reached the trail, they had no idea how far ahead the westbound stage might be. Their one thought was to overtake it before the fatal hour of 11. Come see us. Meanwhile, the six-horse concorde coach rolled rapidly through the jungle of scrub seeders. The driver, Speedy Wheeler, sat alone on the box. But inside the stage, there were five passengers. Three of these had boarded the stage in Morado. The other two were Sheriff Enright and his chief deputy. What time you got, Deputy? Uh, 10.55. Well, in a few minutes, we'll be rolling right along the river Cedar Canyon. Then you'll get a mighty fine view. Get on there. Come on. There you are. It was 10.56 and a half when the Lone Ranger and Tonto dashed around a bend in the road and caught sight of the stagecoach. There it is, Tunnel. Come on, Silver. Silver drew away from Scout and gained on the stagecoach with each mighty stride. All right, Big Tunnel. At that moment, Speedy Wheeler, the stage driver, looked back and saw the oncoming masked man. He cracked his whip and shot it. Hey, sir. Now who is chasing this? We're being chased by a higherman. Get up there. 10.58. When the stagecoach heard the driver's yells, they drew their guns and leaned out the windows to look back. Sheriff, a masked man. There's Darcy. He's gaining on us. He's less than 50 feet away. I'll try to stop. Hold on, Deputy. Hold your fire. That man's no off-law. He's the Lone Ranger. Get up. Get on there. Hey, driver. Driver, slow down. He can't hear you, Sheriff. 10.58 and a half. The Lone Ranger grew alongside the stage. Standing in his stirrups, he gripped the railing around the baggage on top of the stagecoach. No, no, you're like the old hoot. The masked man kicked his feet from the stirrup, then drew himself to the roof. Hold on. I'm a friend. Sheriff! Sheriff, get the crook. He's up here going through the baggage. 10.59. Croaked on top of the swaying coach. The Lone Ranger searched through the pile of baggage. Sheriff, he went crooked. If I had a gun, I'd get you. The masked man hurled trunks and boxes over the side in a frenzied effort to find the fatal chest as the last few seconds ticked away. Listen to this. A few seconds ago, the Lone Ranger picked up the black chest and threw it over the side and into the deep ravine called Cedar Canyon. The resounding blast frightened the horses, and while the drivers struggled to hold them under control, the Lone Ranger made his way to the seat and seized the reins. I'll take charge of the team. I'm cutting off the road. Hang on. Up there. Get out of the house. Where are we going? Look out for the free safe alive. Hang on. As the horses turned into the evergreen jungle, the shouts of the men inside the coach rose above the sound of cracking brushwood. When the stage was some distance from the road, the masked man grew rain. Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Tatto joined the Lone Ranger and the others who stood beside the halted stage. The masked man explained how tick-tock had made and shipped the infernal machine. Then the sheriff said, He must have been after the money in the strongbox. That's what I think, Sheriff. A murder and pole cad would have killed us all to get it. It'll be hard to prove anything against him. Do you have any ideas? Yes, Sheriff. That's why I drove the stage coach into this woods. Why don't you tell me? Tick-tock and his partners must have been waiting near enough to hear the explosion. If so, they'll come looking for the wreckage. They'll undoubtedly do some talking. That's right. If we hear them, we'll be coming. We hear horses. I hear them, too. Sheriff, let's get closer to the road. It's a good idea. Come on, everybody. I'm with you. The Lone Ranger looking through a screen of evergreens beside the road said, Three men are coming this way. Is one of them tick-tock? Yes. The others are known as clip and taker. The noise came from about here, boys. I don't see the stage. Maybe it was blown into the canyon by a bin. I had a pulse, a lot of dynamite in that chest. Is that it there? Yes, ma'am, boys. We'll look into the canyon. This mountain keeps your hands away from your guns. Ma'am! You're covered. And his deputy. Where are all here, you pole cad? What's this mean? It means we've got you cold, tick-tock. What? We heard all we needed to hear. You're going to jail for attempting to blow up the stage and attempted murder. I'll disarm them, Sheriff. And while you're at it, handcuff. Right. Now wait, Sheriff. Pleasure. Save your breath, tick-tock. You and your pals are through. Well, Sheriff, you'll not need part of it with me. Well, not now, thanks, mister. You've done your part. I think a party is after us, Sheriff. Perhaps you'll tell them who we are. You bet I'll tell them. Uh, you know something. Yes. You're a horse. I owe my life to you. That we could help. Adios. Goodbye. Good bye. Oops! Sheriff, that mast man... Tick-tock, you're not the first crook that's been caught by that mast man. And you're not going to be the last. He's the lone ranger. Remember way back when... when you were a kid growing up. You always found time to make a side trip to the little grocery store down the block. That's where you'd find the big display of Mickey Snack Cakes. Remember? Didn't it make you happy to pick up a devil delight and take a whiff? What a chocolatey smell! And remember the coconut sprinkled Jim Jams or the cream-filled banana flips? Well, today, marita bakeries still make the Mickey Snack Cakes you used to love as a kid. That's why Mickey Snack Cakes are called smile food. The bakers know they're spreading smiles and sunshine wherever Mickey Snack Cakes are sold. Find a little neighborhood grocery store today or a big modern supermarket. Look for the display of Mickey Snack Cakes. They're all there like you used to remember. The devil delights, the Jim Jams, the banana flips. Treat yourself to some fresh memories. Treat yourself to a Mickey Snack Cake. Have a smile on us. Listen to the Lone Ranger. Are you seeing that? Hello! Lone Ranger's nephew was spending his summer vacation with a masked man and totto. Dan left camp one morning and rode the trail that paralleled the Pekos River. Suddenly, the young man was startled by a scream. Hope, hold Victor, hold a hope. Dan saw a Mustang written by a young Indian girl galloping around the bend ahead. That Indian girl can't control the Mustang. Hang on, I'll help you! The Mustang swerved as he passed Dan, who immediately started in pursuit. Come on, Victor, come on! Dan's beautiful white horse, Victor, rapidly overtook the fighting girl's horse. And as he moved up beside the Mustang, Dan reached out saying, Drop the reins! I'll let you from the saddle! Hold on! Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording at this same time. Here, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Foy.