 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hi-yo 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! Hi, what tastes really good when the weather's hot? I'll tell you what, an ice cream pie, made with your favorite ice cream and bany-crocker white cake mix. It's easiest pie to make. All mom has to do is add water and the whites of two fresh eggs, then beat and bake. Even if you've never baked a cake before, you'll turn out a high, light white cake the first time. Even just before serving, spread one layer with your favorite ice cream and cut in wedges. And remember, the same high-quality ingredients your mom would choose herself are right in the package, ingredients like famous soft-to-silk flour and pure vegetable shortening. What's more, with all her mixes, Bety-crocker guarantees you a perfect cake every time you bake. Perfect! Or write General Mills' Minneapolis for your money back. So kids, ask mother to make a cool, refreshing ice cream pie. It's easy with Bety-crocker white cake mix. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful masquerider 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. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. Now out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse, Silver! The Lone Ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! What's going on? I am Silver! Follow me! Since daybreak, the Lone Ranger and Tonto had been riding through the Arkansas Valley, observing signs that Indians were on the move. Presently, they found the smoldering remains of signal fires and tracks of small-mounted parties. Hello. They appear to be raiding parties, but small ones. That's not good. They may be making plenty trouble. We can locate the main body of Indians. They can ride to Fort Mason for troops. Look, Kimosabi. We see Sond House of Buffalo Hunters. Yes, there's smoke coming from the chimney. They're right there and warned them. Come on, Silver! The moths come! As they approached the Sond-covered dugout, a young woman stood in the doorway watching. As they reigned in their horses, she turned and called into the soddy. Hello, hello! Hello, hello! Hey, Silver! Hey, Mr.! It's the idea of coming here with a mask on your face. We're not bandits. We came to warn you. What is? About what? Indians are on the move. They've seen a trail of several small parties this morning. They may be out for trouble. We're not afraid of Redskins. You should get this woman to safety. That's my responsibility. Now, get out of here before my brother puts a bullet through you. Very well. I advise you to be on guard. Let's go, Toto. Come on, Silver! Come on! The lone ranger and Toto permitted their horses to slow to a walk soon after leaving the sod house. Toto registered his annoyance. Feller in sod house? Stubborn fool! His name is Sage Gannet. The other man is his brother, Joe. How do you know, Kimusavi? I recognize the woman. She's the daughter of Seth Watkins, the storekeeper at the Fort. Me know him. I learned recently that she married a buffalo hunter named Gannet. Look, Kimusavi. We see Indians. Them shoot guns. Who's a hoe? Who's a hoe, father hoe? Five of them. They're shooting at someone in the drawer below. All right. They'll not see us yet. All right. Draw your guns. They're going shooting. Come on, Toto! I'm upscaled! Surprised by the sudden attack, the small group of Indians broke and fled on their horses. As soon as the lone ranger and Toto raced into the drawer. Hello, then. Shoot at. Look like a soldier. Seems to be wounded. Close up. Close up. Easy, Toto. Easy, Toto. You can sure save my scalp, mister. Are you badly hit? No, no. It's just a shoulder wound. Toto, get the medical kit. I get it. We'll bandage your wound and take you to the fort. No. Thanks for offering to fix me up, but you're not taking me to the fort. Are you a deserter? No. I was drummed out of the service. But you're not interested in that. Just fix me up, friend. You must be Lieutenant Jim Wade. But you know that. You were accused of theft about six months ago. Theft from the Watkins store. For an hour, who would you know a lot about me? I'm not a bandit. Easy now, while I clean the wound. Brace him, Toto. Oh, oh. Do it. Oh, easy. For the next few minutes, the Lone Ranger cleansed and bound the wounded shoulder of Jim Wade. When he had finished, he said... You were drummed out of the service six months ago. Why are you still around here? It's none of your business, but you saved my life, so I... I guess I should tell you anything you want to know. What's up to you, Jim? I didn't steal that money. But I think I know who did. Who? Sage Gannet. Buffalo Hunter. Gannet and I were courting Elsie Watkins, store owner's daughter. Then money disappeared one night, and I took Elsie to a dance. I was blamed for it. Yes, I know. But you haven't answered my question. Why are you still around here? Yeah, I'm getting that. The money was in a small iron box. If Gannet took it, he hid it. Because he married Elsie and took it to live in a dugout not far from here. Yes, I know. Gannet wouldn't want Elsie to know he took the money. So I... I've been watching him. For months now, I've trailed him everywhere he's gone. One of these days, he'll go after that iron box. When he does, I'll have him where I want him. Catch him, fellow. He's painting. He got him. All right. Easy. Get his horse. He'll take him to the Fort now. The armed sentry on guard in front of Colonel Nelson's headquarters at Fort Mason could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the lone ranger and tattle with Lieutenant Jim Wade supported between them, riding boldly toward him. Holy smokes of mass man in an Indian with Jim Wade. Halt! Get your hands up, mister. You too, Winston. I must see Colonel Nelson at once. This man has been wounded and he's losing blood rapidly. What's going on here? We have a wounded man here, Colonel. They brought him here for medical care. He's Wade, but who are you? This may identify me. Here, sir. A bullet? A silver bullet. I see. Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you. What happened to this man? He was wounded by Indians. Tattle and I drove them off. He needs immediate care, Colonel. Of course. Sentry, see that this man has taken to the hospital at once. Yes, sir. Me? Me healthy. Over to the guard, post number one. Mister, you say this is the work of Indians? Yes, Colonel. They're out to make trouble. Well, I want more information about this. Will you come inside? I certainly, sir. Can you silver easy? The lone ranger told Colonel Nelson how he and Tattle had found Indian signs, how they had fought off the Indians attacking Jim Wade, the way that Wade had told them. When he had finished, Colonel Nelson said... I had no idea Jim Wade was still in the vicinity. Do you know what he told you? His story rings true. Yes, it does. I intend to investigate it thoroughly. Later, not now. Why not now? Because of what you say about the Indians. My scouts were at Fort McPherson. I need your services. Very well, Colonel. If you can locate the main body of Indians, I have enough troopers here to stage a surprise attack. Pardon me. Have him in. Keep us happy. I'm in, Tattle. We take Jim Wade to hospital. Doctor's saying he'll be all right soon. I'm glad to hear that, Tattle. Indeed, I am. So am I. Well, Colonel, Tattle, now get on our way now. You're doing me a great favor. Bring word the moment we find the Indians. Adios. Adios, sir. This is the place I've buried the box, Joe. Give me the shorthand of spade and the saddle. Yes, age. Just to be on a safe side, you keep watch while I dig. That's a good idea. That masked man may have pretended to ride off then double back. He's mighty tricky. If he should show up, we'll be ready for him. We'll pick him and the engine off of the rifle and we'll make the hole a little bigger and bury the two of them. You get to dig in sage, I'll keep watch. All right. Here it is, Joe. Just where I buried it. Want me to help you? No, it's not heavy. Hey, wait, Tate. Throw dirt back over that box. All right. What's wrong? Look to the west. Indians. The masked man didn't lie. Yeah, you're right. Their red skin's all right. Get my revenge. No, Joe. We wouldn't stand a chance. I've got to fight it out here. Give me my rifle. Joe, they've got your horse. Let him have a change. Make every shot count. After leaving Fort Mason, the lone reindeer and tattle followed the ridges overlooking the valley of the Arkansas for several miles. They adjust in words from a stretch of timber when the masked man pointed to the ground. Look, tattle. There are tracks of horses coming out of the timber. Let me see them. Cracks made by Indian ponies. No shoes on them. It's a fairly large body of Indians. A dozen or more. That's right. We'll trail them. The tracks may lead us to the main body. Come on. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. All over the country in every direction How you, how you do it means a question And here's what the happy people have to say Tate, are we decent? Do, do, do an okay. Okay. Yep. Take Mickey Mantle, born in Oklahoma. Star with the New York Yankees. From out west, where a man's a man. And what a man is Mantle? Say, Mickey's been eating wheaties for years. Now listen, here's another champion with plenty of zing in his swing. Zing. That's a service ace for champion Poncha Gonzalez. A native Californian. He hits them hard. He makes them swish. And in the morning, enjoys his dish of wheaties. Sure, lip smack and taste ticklin' rib stickin' good. And there's a whole kernel of wheat in every wheaty's flake. Keep party. Your wheaties. And you, we do, do, do an okay. Okay. Now to continue. The lone ranger and Tata had gone but a short distance when they came upon the bodies of Sage Gannet and his brother Joe. Their two dead horses lay nearby. Easy, easy, easy. The Indians were hiding in the timber. This was a surprise attack. And Indians in hurry, in that stop or scalp. Look here, Tata. These men seem to have been digging in the ground when they were attacked. Look around that loose dirt. See what you can find while I examine the bodies. While the lone ranger identified the dead men as the Gannet brothers, Tata dug in the loose dirt and soon found the iron box which she lifted from the hole. The masked man examined it and said... Tata, remember what Jim Wade told us this morning about the money stolen from the store at the fort? Ah, money in iron box, him say. This must be it. Jim Wade told us Sage Gannet steal it. Now what we do, Kimusavi? We'll take it with us. We must go to Gannet's widow at once. Cover these men with blankets. Then we'll break the news to Mrs. Gannet and take her to the fort. We'll send soldiers for these men. Elsie Gannet stood in the doorway of the sod house with a buffalo gun in her hands. She leveled it at the lone ranger and Tata as they drew rain and dismounted it. Close them up. You get back on your horses and clear out of here. Mrs. Gannet, we have got bad news. Your husband and his brother have been killed by Indians. I don't believe you. Tata and I found their bodies about four miles from here. Now you must go with us to the fort. The Indians are out to kill every white person they find. No. I won't go with you. It's a trick of some kind. Get out of here or I'll use this buffalo gun. Hand me the box, Tata. Uh, you get it from Saddlebank. Here box. Where did you get that box? Your husband had just dug it up from underneath an elm tree when he was killed by the Indians. I know you're lying. I see you recognize the box. Of course I do. It was stolen from my father's store at the fort. Jim Wade told me this morning that he believed Sage Gannet had stolen it. Jim Wade? What do you know about him? I'll explain everything, then perhaps you'll be... The lone ranger told how he and Tata would save Jim Wade from being killed and what Wade had told them about his suspicion of the buffalo hunter. When he had finished, Elsie Gannet lowered the muzzle of the buffalo gun and broke into tears. I believe you. I'll do as you say. I'll go with you. I hope you'd understand. I'll get my belongings together. It won't take long. Hello, there's a horse in the corral. Saddle it while I help Mrs. Gannet gather her things. Ah, me do it. Me take Silver and Scout and give them water. Them plenty thirsty. Come, Silver. Come, Scout. Hurry, Mrs. Gannet. We must leave here as soon as possible. Did you go or take? I'm ready to go now. I'll carry the beliefs for you. Thank you. Let's join Tata. Wait, keep out of the doorway. The lone ranger pushed Elsie Gannet to the side. Then he too ducked back from the door and threw his guns. He shot at Tata. Hello! Hello! There was no reply from Tata, but the other Indians were coming closer. The lone ranger hosted one of his guns, reached quickly for the heavy door and slammed it shut. He dropped the heavy bar into place, then turned to face Elsie Gannet in the darkness of the dugout. I'll hide a candle so we can see. Here's one on the table. There. Now, how much ammunition have you for that buffalo gun? There it is on the shelf. Only one box? That's all. Sage had planned to go to the fort tomorrow for more. That won't last long, I'm afraid. What's that? They're trying to pound down the door with heavy timber. Let me have the buffalo gun. There's a fire in the door. You can shoot through that. Yes, I noticed it. Hurry, they'll knock the door down. I can stop that. The lone ranger walked to the door and carefully slid back the cupboard over the firing slit. He poked the muzzle of the heavy buffalo gun through and fired. That will stop them temporarily. They'll try it again. Time after time, the Indians tried to pound down the door of the windowless sod house with a battering ram. And each time, the heavy buffalo gun took its toll and drove the Redskins back. Minutes turned into hours. And around midnight, the lone ranger heard stealthy footsteps on the sod roof. They're on the roof. Look, they're breaking through with a paint. I'll use my six guns, stand back. Hurry, they'll break through. The masked man's gunfire drove the Indians off the roof. But only for a few moments. They soon returned. They were driven off a second time by the deadly fire of the lone ranger's gun. They returned again and yet again. Meanwhile, the savages renewed their attacks on the door only to be met by the fire of the buffalo gun. Finally, it was quiet outside the sod house. And Elsie Gannet, her nerves, taught and tingling with fear, sat down in a crude chair and buried her face in her arms. Oh, why did I do it? Poor Jimmy'll never know. So they now, Elsie, they will be breaking. The Indians will soon make another effort to crash the dugout. Here they come. Once again, the Indians charged the heavy door of the dugout and the buffalo gun roared a deadly requiem. They were through the safety. The lone ranger tossed the weapon to a corner. It's useless now. Useless? The ammunition is gone. I fired the last round. But you had your side arms? Yes. One for you and one for me. Take this one. But you can handle it better than I. There's only one shell left in the chamber. One? I'm killed when they break down the door. Don't be taken away. You understand? Yes, I understand. Listen, four cries. They're coming this way. Yes, they're making an all-out attack. This is the end. I still have six shots in my gun. I make every one count. But back in the corner will I open the door. The lone ranger lifted the heavy bar and opened the door cautiously with a six-gun gripped in his right hand. The Indians were coming like an army, riding hard and waving weapons as they shouted wild cries. I'll let them get closer before I fire. The last man waited and watched the savage charging hoard and then a new sound came above the war cries and the thunder of hoops. At first the lone ranger thought the bugle was a figment of imagination. Then he heard it nearer. And at the same moment saw horsemen approaching from another direction. These newcomers were no painted savages. They were men in uniform, hard-riding troopers who opened fire with carbines. Look over there, Elsie. The army. Troopers from Fort Mason. The Indians are turning. They're turning to the side. They're running away. Do you see those men riding with the leading troopers? One's an Indian. Otto, he's alive. Oh, your friend. He must have gone to the troopers. That other man? The one with the bandage shoulder? What's Jim Wade? While the troopers raced on in pursuit of the fleeing Indians, Tuttle and Jim Wade cut away from the uniform men and rolled to the door of the sod house. The lone ranger and Elsie stepped out to meet them. Oh, look out. Oh, Jim. Oh, Jim. Elsie, you're safe. That's all it counts now. Tuttle told me about the money. But, Jim, can you ever forgive me? No, I never forgive you. I never forgive you. I never forgive you. I never forgive you. No, I never lost faith, Elsie. I knew that someday I'd prove my innocence thanks to the maskman I have. Jim, I see you have your insignia back. Yes. And next week it'll be captain's bars you'll see on my shoulder. When Tondo came into the fort and told what had happened, Colonel Nelson restored me to rank. And next week I get a captaincy. Here's silver. Good. We'll never be able to repay you and Tondo for all you've done. Enjoy your happiness, Elsie. Jim, you'd better wait here until the troopers return. Oh, you'll wait with me, won't you? Oh, our work here is done. How don't I must be going? I want to replenish my supply of cartridges. Come, Tondo. He's a city big fella. Bye. Goodbye, and thank you. Good luck and adios. Montelli! Oh, Jim. Jim, I'd give anything to know who that maskman is. I can only tell you what Colonel Nelson told me. He's the Lone Ranger. The writing feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Trendl Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Foy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.