 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hyosilver, the Lone Ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful massed rider of the planes 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, big foe. Are you Silver? When Flint Foster, a bandit serving life for robbery and murder, broke out of state's prison, the Lone Ranger and Toto took up his trail. But it was a cold trail because they learned of the escape a week after it happened. They had to depend on information they picked up in towns and cow camps, all seeming to lead in one general direction. But then one morning, Toto rolled into camp with an unexpected bit of information. Oh, scum, hope I like. Hope I like. Easy scum. You must have learned something, Toto. You were riding fast. Ah, me learned plenty, Kimusabe. Oh? Man looked like Flint Foster. Stop at cow camp north of here yesterday. Cowboys say him ask many questions. He asks about another man named Foster. Want to know where him live. Did he get the information from the men in the cow camp? No. Cowboys say them not no man he asks about. I think I know the man he's trying to find. You know him? Yes. It's his brother, Roy. Oh. Now him bandit too? No. Roy's a law abiding citizen. He runs a small ranch a few miles from the town of Gasterville. And out of leave, Flint Foster's trying to find him. Oh, why Flint not know about where brother live? Roy Foster's had nothing to do with his brother, Flint, for several years. In fact, Toto, very few people know their brothers. Ah. And what we do now? If Flint Foster doesn't know exactly where his brother lives, it may take him a short time to find him. That may give us time to get to Roy's ranch first. Here's a map, Roy. He's in the cell room. I brought him a saddle. Flint must have good reasons for going to see his brother, or whatever they are, not going to benefit Roy, easy fellow. When we get near Gasterville, you ride in the town and tell the sheriff what you know. It's surprising to be on the lookout. You do it. I'll ride to Roy's ranch and tell him his brother's escaped from prison and is looking for him. Easy, silly fellow. Well, let him up strong. Meanwhile, at the Foster ranch near Gasterville, Roy entered the kitchen and found his wife, Edith, stirring a cake. My, but that looks good. It should be good, Roy. I used a dozen eggs, a pound of butter, and three cups of sugar. What's the occasion? I know it's not my birthday or yours. Today's a big day in our lives. Oh, yes. Now I get it. Today we pay off the mortgage to Old Skinner. And I hope that'll be the last we ever see of him. Did you draw out the money to pay him when he comes? Yes, every cent. It is... Gold money? I never saw so much. A thousand dollars makes quite a pile, even in gold money. I'll be so happy to have that mortgage paid off and to be rid of Old Skinner. I'll even give him a piece of this cake. I'll be grudged if you do. Say, how long do you have to beat a cake like that? Oh, I'm through now. It's ready to go into the pan. There it is at the end of the table. Roy, will you pass it to me? Here you are. Thought I heard someone riding up. Yes, I did too. If it's Old Skinner, I'll tell him the note isn't due until noon. He'd have a lot of nerve coming out here. Roy. Look through the window with the mask, man. Well, I'll be... Where's my gun? He's coming in here. You took your gun to be repaired. Yes, I forgot. Quick, Edie, get that money out of sight. He must have learned I drew it out of the bank. What'll I do with it? Oh, Roy, you'll take it. I know. We'll put it in the cake pan. There. Now pour that dough into the pan quick. All right. There it is. Now put it in the oven. You'll never find it here. There, it's in. But, Roy, what'll you tell him? I'll handle him, Edie. But don't let on at anything I say. No, I won't. What do you want? I don't be alarmed. I'm not abandoned. And why are you wearing that mask? I have personal reasons for that. I'll bet you have. Now state your business and get out of here. There's a man in the next room and he has you covered. We saw you ride up. There's a man in the next room covering me? Yes, there is. And he'll shoot if you put a foot inside this house. If it's your brother who did that. You'd better get going, Mr. If you know what's good for you. Why doesn't the man in the next room show himself? He's in there. Maybe he's got personal reasons, just like you. Now get before he blows your head off. Very well. How do you all suppose to? I guess I made that yarn up plenty fast. And he sure fell for it, didn't he? But, Roy, he called you by name. Yeah. Yeah, he did it that. I wonder how he knew me. Perhaps. Perhaps what? Do you suppose your brother Flint told him to come here? Flint? I haven't seen him in five years and he's in state's prison. I know that, but this masked man may have escaped from prison. Perhaps he knew Flint and Flint told him you'd hide him out. Edie, you may have something there. And yet, if that was the case, why didn't he mention Flint's name or something? Oh, that's easy. You told him somebody was in the next room. Maybe he was afraid to mention it. Yes, could be that. Well, Flint thinks he can send his outlaw friends here for protection. He's wrong. This is our home and not a banded hideout. And I'll give him all to understand that. My cake. Oh, it'll be ruined. You better get it out of that hut of him before it starts to rise. Oh, just look at it. Take it out quick. It's too late. I can't take it out. Just look at it, Roy. It started to rise. Then shut the oven door and let it rise. But it's got our money in it. And it was to be our celebration cake. Now, honey, don't you cry. It's all right. In fact, it's better it turned out this way. Better? Sure, honey. We'll surprise old Skinner when he comes out to collect his money. We'll josh him along. When he walks in and demands his money, we'll offer him a slice of cake instead. I can hear the old miser yell his head off now. And then we'll cut it open and there'll be his money. Well, it should make him ashamed of himself for the way he's hounded us to pay up. But I guess we should be thankful that Bandit didn't learn we had money in the house. Oh, you should be thankful I used my head and told him somebody had him covered. He didn't waste any time getting away from here. Yes, that's right. I could see him through the window as he left. He was putting plenty of distance between House and himself. The sheriff in Gasterville was a friend of longstanding of the Lone Ranger and Toto. He was therefore willing and eager to listen to Toto when the Indian told about the Lone Ranger's belief that Flint Foster was in the vicinity and looking for his brother's ranch. Don't do it. Where's your man's friend now? The Lone Ranger goes to Roy Foster's home. Warn him about brother. Are you meeting him there? That's right, Sheriff. Well, then I think I'll ride out there with you. What I've heard, Flint Foster's a mighty dangerous man. The last man might not be able to handle him alone. Well, if Flint Foster show up, Lone Ranger, get him. Well, you never can tell. Anyway, I'm going up with you. So let's get to our horses, then. Our horses hitched outside at rank. Oh, Silver, oh, easy, steady big fella. There comes a sheriff in Toto now. Steady big fella. Well, howdy. Good morning, Sheriff. Good to see you again after all this time. I might say the same to you. Toto told me you were in the neighborhood. How have you been? First-rate thanks. That's good. I didn't expect to meet you riding into town. I was going after you. Toto told you about Flint Foster's escape and my belief that he was headed for his brother's ranch. Yes, he told me all about it. I think he's in the ranch house right now. I was riding into town to get you. What makes you think he's at the ranch? Well, I'll tell you what happened a short time ago. The lone ranger quickly related his reception by Roy Foster and his wife, and how Roy had told him of an armed man in the next room. I decided discretion was a better part of Valor for the time being. There's no doubt he would have shot me had I tried to enter the house. You're right about that. But, T, why didn't you tell him what you'd come for and made a go of that? If Flint Foster was concealed in the parlor, they knew it. I'd be telling them nothing they didn't know. Yes, of course. They thought I was a bandit, and I'd let it go at that until I could get in touch with you. I'm surprised at Roy. I never thought he'd protect the criminal, even his own brother. He may have acted under duress. Now we must go back there and get Flint Foster. Maybe I'd better go back to town for some deputies. We're having time and it shouldn't be necessary. The three of us should be able to take him. I'll let's go. Come on to the ranch house. Roy, what time do you expect old Mr. Skinner to come for his money? Any time between now and later this afternoon. Don't worry, Edie. He'll be here in the old Skin Flint. Doesn't that cake smell good? It sure does. When are you going to take it out of the oven? In a few minutes. It should be done shortly. If someone's at the door, I didn't hear anyone right in. I'll let your new hat, it's old Skinner. He's so tight he wouldn't hire a rig to drive out here. I can't wait to see his face when we offer him a cake instead of his money. Quiet now and don't let on. We'll have some fun before we pay him off. Hey, where'd you come from? Hello, Roy. You weren't expecting me, were you? Of course not. It's your brother, Flint. Hello, Edie. Aren't you going to invite me in? Come on in, Flint. Nice little place you got here, Roy. Why'd you come sneaking up on us like this? Oh, you never can tell you might have company. I left my horse in the draw about a quarter of a mile west of here. Mind if I sit down? Close to the window? Safer. What are you sitting there for? Waiting for that masked friend of yours to show up again? And I don't like the idea of you sending your bandit friends here, Flint. I'm not running a hideout for our hoots. What are you talking about? You know what we're talking about. The critter who came riding up expecting us to welcome him with open arms. I sent him packing. He'd better not show up around here again unless he wants his hide punctured. Did you say a mask, man? Yes, and he was riding a big white horse. Now don't say you don't know him, Flint Foster. Yeah, I know him, but I didn't send him here. Now look, here he comes now. And he's got the sheriff and an Indian with him. Now listen, you two. A gun. It's the idea of drawing a gun on us. Edie, sit down at the chair in the corner. I'll not do it. I think you will. Don't shoot me. Sure as he says, Edie, he'll kill you. I will, and I'll kill you too, Roy, if you don't do as I say. They're after me, and I'm not going to be caught alive. Now I'm going into the next room, and Roy... Yes? Get them away from here. I don't care how you do it, but do it. And if you tip them off that I'm in the next room, I'm going to kill Edie. I'll have her covered. You're murdering Kylo. How about it, Roy? All right, I'll get rid of her. Good. I thought you would. But don't forget I've got a bead on Edie. And if she gets up out of that chair, I'm pulling the trigger. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger story. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments to continue our story. Drawing up at a safe distance from the house, the Lone Ranger, Toto and the sheriff dismounted. The mask man gave orders. Toto, go around the house and cover the front door. Let me do it. Sheriff, you and I will go to the kitchen door. But keep out of range of that window. Yes, I will. Now get your gun handy. I'm aiming to bust in that kitchen door with my boot. All right, I'll cover you. You open the door. Morning, Sheriff. What's coming in? Well, we was aiming to, only I didn't expect to get invited in. Well, who's this mask critter? I ran him off once this morning. Hey, I don't see him. Do you mask man? Oh, good morning, Edith. Good morning, Sheriff. What in the world is the matter with you coming in here with guns drawn? Roy, where is he? Where's who? The man who was concealed in here when I was here before. Yes, him. Where is he? What are you laughing at? It's not funny. Oh, but, Sheriff, there was no one here. I only told him that. Why? Why do you think? We're decent law abiding people. We thought you were abandoned. That's why Roy told you what he did. And there wasn't nobody here but you and Roy? Of course not. And anyway, Sheriff, just who is this masked man you're riding? Well, he's no bandit. I can assure you that. He's a friend of the law. My purpose in coming here was to tell you that your brother might be dropping in on you. Flint? Yes. My Indian friend and I have been trailing him since he broke out of prison a week ago. I have reasons to believe he's looking for you. I thought he was the one concealed in here. So that's why you came here, huh? That's different. I'm sorry I treated you the way I did. I'd have explained at the time, but you said I was covered with a gun. Well, now I can understand how it was. I can be on the lookout if that no good brother of mine does come snooping around here. We're certainly glad to know about it now. See, something's burning in here. I can smell it. My cake. Oh, it's burning. Sit down, Edith. But it'll be ruined. I'll get it. Go out. Burn my hand. Hurry, Roy. It'll be ruined. Here, I'll use my glove. Let me get it out. Oh, just put it on the table there. It'll be all right. Oh, that hurts. My fingers are blistered. There. Hey, it's not ruined at all. Looks mighty nice to me, eh? Is it a pound cake? Oh, no, it's devil's food. The heaviest cake I've ever lifted. I eat, he puts lots of eggs and things in her cakes. They're always heavy like that. Yes, that's right. If there's anything I like to eat, it's fresh cooked cake. You wouldn't be cutting it now, would you, Edith? Oh, I'm sorry, Sheriff. But it's a present I made for Mr. Skinner. Old Skinner? You mean you made a cake for that ordinary old critter? Yes, as a present it's his birthday. Well, that's more than I'd ever do for him. He's the tightest old-skinned flint in Gasterville. Sheriff, you just don't understand, Mr. Skinner. He's all right when you get to know him. I've known the old coup for 20 years. He's just as mean as ever. Well, my friend, I reckon we might as well be getting on. I suppose so, Sheriff. Thanks for telling me about my brother. I'll be on the lookout for him. You're so long, Roy. Goodbye, Edith. Goodbye, Sheriff. All right, Flint, you can come out. I'm coming. You handle that situation right well, Roy. We'll make it up to you now. How do you mean? With that mask man on my trail, I'm not going to stick around here. You're in favor of that, I guess. You mean you know the mask man? Yeah, I know who he is. He's the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger? The Sheriff hadn't been with him, and his Indian pal, Tonto, hadn't been at the front door waiting for me. I'd have shot him. That's the only reason I didn't. The Sheriff or the Indian would have got me if I had. The Lone Ranger? And you'd have killed him. If he's on your trail, you're through, Flint. Just a matter of time, that's all. He won't follow where I'm going. I'm heading for the border, and when I cross it, I'm safe. Then you better get going. I will as soon as I get what I came after. What's that? Money. I'll need about $500. We haven't any money. It's all we can do to hang on to this little spread. Yeah? And what were you doing in the bank this morning? I happened to be eating breakfast in a cafe across the street. Yes, I was in the bank. I don't tonight. I went in to get my mortgage renewed because I can't pay it off. I think you're a liar, Roy. I tell you, I haven't got a cent. I'll find out. I'm going to search this house from one end to the other. Go ahead and search it. You won't find any money. In the meantime, Edie, when that cake cools, I'm having a big slice of it. I'm hungry. Meanwhile, the Lone Ranger and Tuttle rode with the Sheriff until they were out of sight of the ranch house. Suddenly, the masked man signaled a halt. What are you stopping here for? Look up the trail. Someone's coming. Ah, you see him. I'm right in you. That's not Flint Foster. I didn't say it was. I thought perhaps you might not want to be seen riding with a masked man, Sheriff. Well, I reckon it wouldn't be a good idea. That fella coming, he'd spit it all over town. You know him? Sure, I know the ordinary critter. It's old Skinner. He holds a mortgage on Roy's ranch. Rides out here all the time, and pisters Roy and Edith about paying up. Then, Tuttle and I'll turn off the trail. All right, Mr. He might be a good idea. Will you contact you later? That? Let's go, Tuttle. I won't tell him I'm scouting. Ah, shut up, Skinner. That's only the Sheriff. Hello there, Skinner. Oh, howdy, Sheriff. Hello there, Skinner. Happy birthday, Skinner. Birthday? What intonation nonsense is there, Sheriff? Isn't it your birthday? Of course not. My birthday's the same as General Grant's. What put such a silly notion in your head? Roy and Edith said it was your birthday. Oh, those rattled brain fosters. No telling what they'll make up next. Just the same. Edith baked a cake for him. Cake? Yes, sir, and it's a beauty. I was there when she took it out of the oven less than ten minutes ago. Well, I'm glad I run into you, Sheriff. I'm glad I did. How do you mean, Skinner? Well, they're going to try to soft-soak me out to serve them four closure papers on them. That's what they are. That's why Edith baked that cake. Well, what's that got to do with me? Just this. I brought along four closure papers. If they don't pay up their mortgage today, these papers are to be served. And the law says it's up to the Sheriff to serve them. You didn't find anything, did you, Flint? No, I didn't. I looked everywhere, too. We knew you wouldn't find anything. It's a pity you couldn't take your own brother's word. I don't trust even my brother. Well, Edie, you can cut me a nice big slice of that cake now. I'll not do it. That's a present for Mr. Skinner. Who is this Skinner you keep talking about? He holds the mortgage on this place. I thought you said the bank held the mortgage. Yes, yes I did, but Mr. Skinner holds a second mortgage. Shut up. Listen, somebody's riding up outside. See who it is, Edie. All right. It's him now. Who? Mr. Skinner, and he's got the Sheriff with him. He must have met the Sheriff on the trail to town. All right, I'm getting back to the parlor. Don't forget I'll have you covered all the time. One false movement, I gun the Sheriff. I've seen too much of him already. We didn't expect to see you back so soon, Sheriff. Mayor Skinner insisted I come along with him, Edith. I didn't want to. What's this about me having a birthday today? Why, didn't you tell us it was your birthday? Of course I didn't, and you know it, Roy Fawcett. Today means only one thing to me. I get my thousand dollars or I foreclose. Oh, and I bake this beautiful cake all for you, Mr. Skinner. I want my money now. Well, I've had a lot of company today, Mr. Skinner. The Sheriff and some others were here. I didn't have time to go into the bank. You're a liar. Don't tell me that. You were in the bank early this morning. The cash you told me you were. Now, Mr. Skinner, please, you take your cake. Roy and I'll go into town and see about the money tomorrow. Here. Now, Dad Blasted, I don't want a cake. I want my money. But it's a nice cake, Mr. Skinner. Edith baked it herself. It's got lots of good stuff in it. Now take it and go on. You better take it, Skinner. It's your favorite cake. Or it should be. What do you mean by that, Sheriff? Well, it's called Devil's Food. Why are you insinuating, old buzzard? Here, give me a cake. Oh, no, don't, Mr. Skinner. Old fool, hit me in the face with that cake. Money, gold, lots of it. We tried to tell you to take it. It's gold, gold. You did it. What, team Sunday? You mean the money was inside the cake? Oh, I'd get your hands up all year. Hey, who are you? Jim, Flynn Foster, the outlaw. Yes, Sheriff, they're right. One move out of you and I'll blow your head out. We tried to save you, Sheriff. He's been in there all the time. But he had us covered with a gun. We didn't dare tell you he'd have killed us and you, too. So you didn't have any money, huh, Roy? I got to hand it to you. You almost got away with it stuffing it in that cake. Yes, sir, if it wasn't so funny, I'd kill you. I'd start raking it up off the floor and put it back in that cake pan. You can't have it. It's my money. Shut up, you old miser. I'll put a bullet through you. As old Skinner, the moneylender, moaned in despair, Roy and Edith picked up the golden coins from the floor and put them in the cake pan. Then, picking it up, Clint Foster back toward the door, his right hand holding a gun and the left reaching for the knob on the door. Now, Sheriff... Yeah, what? You can tell that mask ombre who's been trailing me that I'm sorry I didn't meet up with him again. Mighty sorry. He missed his last chance to ever get me. Are you sure about that? I'll show you. You don't... Take his gun, fellow. Let me get it. Let me shoot you. Oh, Sheriff. I hit him before he had time to. The shot went wild. Well, I'll pick up the money. That's what I will. There's my money. And when you get it, you'll discharge the mortgage. Roy and I'll help you, Mr. Skinner. Then you'll be paid in full. There's just one thing I want to know. Yes? How come you returned to this cabin? When Donald and I turned off the trail, we ran into Clint Foster's horse tied up in the drawer. Yeah? It struck me before that Roy and his wife were acting under a strain of some kind. When we found the horse, I concluded that Clint was in the house, forcing them to act as they did. That's exactly what he was doing. Well, Sheriff, Donald and I will be on our way now. You're going to handle Clint Foster? Yeah. You'll find his horse in the drawer. Well, thanks, my friend. You certainly helped me out today. I'll never forget it. Adios. Adios to you. Goodbye, mister. All right there, Skinner. Yeah. If you're ready, you can ride along to town with me in this critter. I guess two poor cats don't smell no worse than one. I'm not riding along with you unless you put handcuffs on that masked fellow, too. Oh, you old fool, he's gone. Anyway, he's no alhoot. He's not? And why is he wearing a mask? He's the Lone Ranger. This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, created and produced by George W. Trendle, directed by Charles D. Livingston, and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer.