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And they always turn out perfect. Betty Crocker promises that. So have mom put Betty Crocker honey spice cake on her grocery list today, huh? You'll be glad she did. And so will your whole family. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, 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! Are you still there? What's going on? Are you still there? Prospector Davy Fletcher, white-haired and weather-beaten, used short frenzied strokes as he chopped at the wall of the cave. Tonto, look at that vein. Will you look at it? It's all gold, solid all the way. Look at it! His partner, Otto Johnson, wiped the cold perspiration from his forehead face and tried not to show the excitement that's shown in his mild blue eyes. Davy, I'm looking. After all these years, we've stuck it through! Outside the cave, more than an hour later, Otto Johnson prepared to leave for Dorado City. Davy Fletcher squinted at the sun. The sun's starting on the down path, Otto. Better hustle if you're going to get to town and file that claim before sundown. I'll go as fast as Wilhelm will take me, Davy. Don't worry, I'll be back. Are you ready, Wilhelm? Now, come on then! We go to town and get rich! The lone ranger and Tonto had camped in a thickly wooded section near the main trail into Dorado City. Tonto was looking down on the trail before taking off for the town himself. He must not be. That man down on the trail had bad time with Donkey. I think maybe... Uh, let me have those field glasses. Will you please, Tonto? Oh, thank you. The lone ranger appeared through his glasses and studied the man and beast limping along the trail. Yes, I thought that figure looked familiar. Tonto Johnson. Ah, me know him. Him man who dig for gold always, and pine nothing always. That's Otto all right. I imagine he and his partner Davy Fletcher have chased more rainbows than any other prospectors in these parts. And Donkey seemed to have bad foot. Me think maybe... We might help. No, I doubt it, Tonto. Otto Johnson is a kind-hearted man. He wouldn't have taken the beast on the trail if it were seriously hurt. Ah, see? He's resting it now and tending its hoof. Ah, and me take back trail to town, then. Oh, Tonto! Yes, Kimusabi? Tonto, while you're in town, I think it might be a good idea to do some more checking on Jack Cooper. Oh, me think same thing, Kimusabi. Now you say I be good. Me do it sure. The radio city was becoming one of the most thriving cities in the west until Cooper and his men moved in. Now we have plenty bad town. Yes, it's becoming one of the worst. Even with a sheriff as honest and fearless as Lofty Logan. Sheriff? Him go to San Felipe for prisoner. Yes, you told me that yesterday, Tonto. Easy scout, easy scout. Steady scout, steady. And me get back late, Kimusabi. Get out of town! The registration office and essay office were both closed when Otto Johnson arrived in Dorado City that evening. He placed Wilhelm the donkey in a veterinarian's care. And now late that night he walked along the street. I should be celebrating and instead I must walk the streets alone. His lips were firm and his eyes looked straight ahead. But after a while his steps wavered and almost instinctively led him into Diamond Jack Cooper's cafe. Two hours passed. Diamond Jack Cooper's Lieutenant Pinto Wilson sat in the closed office with his boss. From time to time they glanced at the small nuggets of pure gold on the table as they listened to Blackie Hampel's story. Finally the bartender reached his climax. Otto Johnson got so oiled up he finally told me everything. Where they found the gold and how Davey Fletcher's waiting back there at the cave in a place till Otto files a claim. Otto's not going to file a claim, boys. You know that. I guessed at it, boss. As soon as he told me he was too late to do it today that's when I put those knockout drops in his drink, dragged him into the barrel room. Pinto helped me. That's right, boss. He's in there now, dead to the world. Who saw you drag him in there? Just a few boys in the bar where he was standing. Our boys, boss. No outsiders. But how are you... Who's that? Why'd you run out here? Who'd you see? Nobody now. I could have sworn though I saw somebody at the window while we was talking. Where is he? I don't know. Only when I see is that engine across the road leaning against the hitching post. We're seeing things, Pinto. Come on back inside and tell the boss. He's going to be so... Otto, who had been lounging against the hitching post, waited for about five minutes. Then he moved with unbelievable swiftness. He's better across the street, blended magically into the shadows and walked almost noiselessly to a spot beneath the window in Diamond Jack Cooper's office. Inside, Blackie Hample returned from the barrel room where he had emptied the pockets of the still unconscious Otto Johnson. Now, Blackie, give us Johnson's map, the one he was going to use for filing this claim. Show Pinto the spot where that cave is located. Pinto studied the map closely and put it aside after a few minutes. Oh, here. Here's Otto's gun, Pinto. You want him to use this to kill Davey, don't you, boss? Sure. You're going to have that as part of the evidence to hang the fat fella in the morning. The 45? Get a nice feel of it. Pinto, remember what I told you? Without your gun, you go into that cave where Fletcher is. He's got to believe your story. Get him away from there before you kill him. Now, let's get it straight from first to last. While you're taking the trail to Davey Fletcher, Pinto, Blackie will sneak Otto out of the barrel room. Seconds after Jack Cooper had repeated his plans to Pinto and Blackie, the shadows draping the rear of his café melted and the form of an Indian emerged. He sped to the end of the street, dashed into a clearing among some trees and vaulted onto his horse. Then he turned the horse toward the trail that led into the hills. Total gallop back to the spot overlooking the trail where the lone ranger was camped. The masked man listened grimly, as his Indian companion finished the plot he had overheard outside Diamond Jack Cooper's window. So, Cooper is going to have Davey Fletcher killed, huh? And in the morning, he's going to inside of mob to hang Johnson before Sheriff Logan gets back to town. That plan he make him a copy. You say the gun Pinto was going to use to kill Davey, Otto Johnson, gun is a 45? Ah, me hear him say that. And me see gun through window. Good. And let's make some plans of our own. Totto, I still have 45s among those blanks we have in my kit. Yes, Kimosabi. Me sure. Let me get them. Totto picked up a large leather pouch resting against a tree near the horses. He opened the kit in the light of the dying fire on the ground. Then he withdrew an assortment of bullets, selecting six of the same caliber. Here, blank bullets you want. Oh, thank you. Totto, Jack Cooper can't be exposed unless Davey Fletcher is shot. We can't let that happen. We want to get Cooper dead to rights. Now we'll try to arrange things so Fletcher is shot with blank cartridges. Our problem will be to get those blanks into Cooper's gun and let Fletcher know what we're doing. Totto, do you think I can find the cave where Fletcher's hiding? It's not far from here, Kimosabi. You come to Brook like me say. You find cave easy. All right, I'll set out once then. Now you keep those boats, Totto. Watch for this pinnow Wilson on the main trail. Ah, me follow Kimosabi and do like you say. Be sure you remain to the spot where he intends to kill Fletcher. You've got to scare him away before he investigates his work. Me know. Me do it. Good. Now get going to the ridge trail and ride to Davey Fletcher. Easy. Big fella. All right, big fella. Hold still there. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. When Bill's at bath, the kids all shout, you can't strike that slugger out. He gets a hit because he knows. He's got go power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got go power. There he goes. He's feeling his Cheerios. Cheerios. Cheerios. Sure, Cheerios, the cereal that's fun to eat because it's shaped like little letter O's. The only ready to eat Oats cereal with this fresh toasted oat flavor. And listen, every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals and proteins your body needs. Yes, the good things in a Cheerios breakfast do good things for your body. Help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones and muscles. Yes, Cheerios is made to give you real go power. So every morning, get going and keep going with Cheerios. Then you'll hear people say, He's feeling his Cheerios. Now to continue. The Lone Ranger found Davy Fletcher in the cave. The bewildered prospector was dubious at first. But as the Lone Ranger outlined the plot against Fletcher's life, the old man became convinced. Well, stranger it sounds, mighty peculiar what you just told me. But if Pinto Wilson's mixed up in it like you say, it could be true. He's a bad one. So if he comes here like you say, well, I'll do just what you told me. I'll make believe I know. From a path above running parallel with the main trail, Tato had followed Pinto Wilson from the moment the Batman passed below the Lone Rangers encampment. He's got steady, but I'll turn you here for a while. Tato dismounted and watched Wilson in a clearing near the Brook that crossed the trail at that point. The man removed his gun holster and placed it on a tree stump. Then he mounted his horse again and rode upward, following the path of the Brook. Holding 645 caliber bullets in his hand, Tato started down the embankment of the tree stump and the gun which Wilson had left in the holster there. There he removed the bullets from Pinto's gun and replaced them with the blanks. A short time later, leaving his horse outside, Pinto Wilson his clothes disarranged and pretending great stress and fear staggered into the cave. The Lone Ranger had left for Dorado City a short time before, but it was a secretly confident Dave Fletcher who reacted to Pinto's performance. Who's that there? You! Get your hands up! Pinto's voice held an exaggerated tremor. Now don't shoot. Don't shoot, David. Uh, I've come for you. Otto sent me to bring you to him. Pinto intent on his role was unconscious of how readily Davey Fletcher sided in with him. Davey placed his gun in his pocket and went up to the man anxiously. Otto sends you? Otto! Mister, has something happened to Otto? Well, don't stand there! Tell me! Hey, he's been shot, Davey. Now look, I got my horse outside. I'll take it home. It's not too far. A couple of miles from here along the Brook. Then let's get to him, mister. Let's get to him. Come on, will you? Hurry! Yeah, I'm coming. I'm coming. Pinto Wilson and Davey Fletcher dismounted on the trail. Pinto, forging ahead about ten feet, led the way to the spot where his gun holster lay on the tree stump. He snatched the gun from the leather, as Davey, following the Lone Ranger's advice, remained four or five strides behind. Where's Otto? I don't see Otto. Pinto Wilson turned quickly, his gun pointing at Davey. That's you, you're not gonna see Otto. You're gonna die. Davey turned and started to run away from the trail. Hey, you won't get away, Davey! Davey Fletcher pretended to stumble, as he saw a horse against the night sky a hundred yards away. Don't, don't shoot me! Pinto stopped and fired point blank at the prospector. A prize sucker you were. I'm dying! As Davey fell to the ground, Pinto saw the horse in the distance. There was no Indian riding it. Quickly, he turned and ran to the tree stump. He picked up the holster, then carrying that and the empty gun, he ran to the trail and leaped on his horse. Get going, boy. We're gonna get out of here. Come on, come on! Pinto Wilson panicked. He streaked his horse toward Dorado City. The Lone Ranger on arriving in Dorado City had found Jack Cooper's café and let himself in a side door. When the place had closed, he sought out the barrel room, where Otto Johnson was held captive. After the break, he leaped behind one of the barrels when a key was heard in the lock on the door. Blackie smirked as he saw Otto move slightly. Coming to, huh? Good. I can make a walk out into the woods then before people get stunned. Stand up! I said stand up! We're going out in the woods and do some waiting. I'll be waiting with you, Blackie. Drop that gun! Drop it quicker, I'll... I'm not a gun, man. I don't like guns. Whatever you say. I say help Otto off the floor and take him where you're supposed to take him. Sure. Sure. I'll do that. I'll tell you there what I want you to do. If you don't, let go on. Go with him, Otto. The two men, one trembling, the other dizzy, staggered out the door into the street, a street completely deserted and still enveloped in the gray blanket of mourning. As the two men headed for the woods, the lone ranger proceeding cautiously was never far behind. Pinto Wilson, aided by members of Cooper's gang, had swept through the town with a story of wanton killing. Now as the sun came up in the sky, the angry mob was listening to Pinto speak from the porch of a main street building. And then, as if it had been planned, Pinto Wilson looked toward the edge of the woods and saw an undoubtedly semi-conscious Otto Johnson staggering toward them. Look! Look there, Johnson. There's the killer now. There's the one who shot Tavey Fletcher in cold blood without giving him a chance. Come on, grab it! Come on, get it! Further on, the mob set off to grab Otto Johnson. Listen! Cooper watched them rush at Otto, who stood caking beneath the tree and puzzled he turned to the triumphant Pinto Wilson. Where's Blackie? I thought Blackie was supposed to make believe he found him. Doesn't matter, boss. Look, they've got Johnson. Come on, let's be there while they're stringing. The Cooper-led mobs stood around Otto Johnson, whose terror was now real. He dropped the mask of grogginess and started to protest. Oh, please! Please, you must let me talk! Please, you must let me! This is an awful thing you would do to an innocent man! Innocent! I saw you shoot Tavey Fletcher. I saw you! You saw that Pinto Wilson? Yeah, and don't try to deny it! Well, I'll deny it! The crowd turned and dumb surprised as they heard the voice of Tavey Fletcher. He stood on a barrel between a masked man and an Indian. Look, it's Tavey Fletcher. He's not dead. That's Fletcher. Yeah, I'm Tavey Fletcher, all right. And it wasn't Otto who emptied his gun at me. It was him! Pinto Wilson! That's a lie! I didn't! You know, you fool, what did you do? Yep, he tried to kill me so as he could blame it on Otto. But why? I'll tell you why. So as Diamond Jack Cooper could steal the mine, me and Otto located in the hills. Cooper? Why? Cooper did this? Hey, look at him! I'm who joined in the accusation. That is true. It's about to end a blacky handful dork me and help me prisoner in Cooper's cafe. That's a lie. These men are lying. No, it's not a lie, Cooper. You did. It's what you've done before in the past. Robbing honest men, stealing their claim. For you! A lie, our men and our men. The rangers' gun shot Pinto's wrist before he could pull the trigger of his revolver. You keep your hands free, too, Cooper. Don't make mooper guns. Hey, look! Right in this way! Lofty Logan! The sheriff! Yes, and his deputies. Let them listen while I tell you all you need to know. Blacky Hample will confirm everything I say. Blacky Hample? Yes. Won't you, Blacky? The ranger fingered his gun as Blacky slunk from behind the Great Horse Silver. Sheriff! Arrest this man! Arrest him! Sheriff Lofty Logan studied the scene, motioned his deputies mildly and smiled coldly at Cooper. No, I won't, Cooper. I want to hear what the stranger has to say. You go ahead, sir. Thank you, Sheriff. The lone ranger told the entire plot against the lives and property of Davey Fletcher and Otto Johnson. Then he enumerated previous unsolved murders and crimes traceable to Diamond Jack Cooper. He backed up his horse as he ended. All the things I've told you can be proved. By Fletcher and Johnson and Blacky Hample. Is that true, Hample? You testifying court against Cooper? Yes, Chef. I'll prove stuff, too. Oh, now you won't? Hey, watch out! Cooper's gonna shoot Dutch! Hey, he hit Cooper! The masked man did it again! That's Cooper, boy! All right, now, stand back, everybody. My deputies will arrest those men. All right, man, arrest Cooper when you banish his wrist. Arrest Pinto Wilson and everyone else who joined in that lynch bomb. As the deputies arrested Cooper, Pinto and the gang, Otto Johnson joined Davey Fletcher who was telling his story to Sheriff Logan. Yes, sir, and the only reason I didn't die was because the masked man's friend put blank bullets in the gun Pinto used to shoot me. That was the trick that Sabreson made all this possible. Thanks to that man who wears the mask. Him and that incident. Sheriff, you let him talk there before and didn't even try to stop him. Did you know who he was? Well, of course. I wanted to hear the truth he was bound to bring out. He's disappeared now. No, no, do you mean to say you didn't know who that man was? No, should I? We saved your life, didn't we? Yeah. Of course you should. That's the Lone Ranger. Are you still there? Oh! A copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Floyd. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.