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All the good things are right in the mix. You just add water and two fresh eggs for a perfect cake every time you bake, cake after cake after cake. It's guaranteed perfect by Betty Crocker of General Mills Minneapolis. Have mom bake a peanut-delight cake real soon, huh? With his faithful Indian companion title, the Dalyan resourceful masquerader 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 a thundering hoof-beats of the great horse, Silver. The long-awaited ride again, come on, Silver, come on, Silver, come on, Silver, come on. Cale Haywood, who operated a one-man bank in Sage City, Montana, had the reputation of being honest, which he was. Nevertheless, the banker kept two kinds of books. In a big ledger which we posed on his desk, he entered accurate records of some depotative and withdrawn. Another bulky account book, which always lay on his exchange counter, appeared to be equally innocent, but it held Haywood's protection against holdup men. The centers of its leaves had been cut out, making it a box in which he kept the Coles 44. It was there when Toto entered the bank. He would died the Indians suspiciously. He said, can you straight into the wrong place? This is a bank, savvy. Me, savvy. Got something to tell you. Your hand? It can wait. I see Mr. and Mrs. Nation coming in for me to wait outside. Well, howdy, Jed. Howdy, my friend. Let the engine out, will you? Sure. I haven't seen much of you young folks recently. I haven't been working hard on our hands. Time earned money enough to pay all the mortgage. Well, I think we've made it. Well, good for you. With interest to now, how much are we owe? Well, $5,600. Martha, that's just what we've saved. We have it all in gold. Well, I like to be in gold. Or could we have some coin wrappers and a bag to put the money in before we bring it in here? Of course. I have some right here into the county that I give to customers. Here you are. Thank you, Mr. Haywood. Don't mention it. We'll have the money here on time, too. Say, engine, come back in. I'll be coming. Well, we're alone now. What do you want to say? Well, me want to warn you. Two outlaws try and hold up here. How do you know? Me and friend come from town in Wyoming. We meet Indian boy. Him working, livery stable. Him tell about outlaw. Yes, go on. Outlaws keep horses and stable. Boy, sweet and hay. Then not know him there. Him wake up. Hear him talk about robbing you. I see. All right, engine. Thanks for telling me. Me look for sheriff, not find him. So come here. Well, the town folks see much of the sheriff these days. It's the election time. He's doing a lot of campaigning out in the county. Well, thanks for coming here. You're welcome. You're welcome. Me go now. When Tahoe rejoined the lone ranger who had been waking outside the town and reported his conversation with Cale Haywood, then added, may not think banker, believe me, him ready to shoot while me talk. You mean that he carried a hosted gun and kept the hand on it? No. Him not carry gun. Him keep it inside big book on counter. Inside a book? No. Him lift up cover book from the way. Put fingers under it. Hand open. From back. Same as fellow fixed to draw gun from holster. Did you actually see a gun in the book? Him try not let me see it, but way him act. Make me watch close. Me see 45 muzzle. He must have cut this hand out of the pages to make a place for it. He's fortunate against bandits. Like there's your warning. We'll put him further on his garden. What we do now? We ride hard on way here. Maybe then close now. Bad lands are also close. Outlaws wouldn't want a better place to hide. Wedding a favorable chance to rob the sage city bank. Plenty hard. Harder or not, the job must be done. Only one stream of water flows out of the bad lands in this area. That's all. Outlaws need water for themselves and their horses. We'll start by searching along the river. Here's the river. Here's the river. On the following day, the lone ranger reached the headwaters of the bear river which had its source in a series of springs. There they halted. Put down. How though we haven't found a single hoop in along the river? Maybe outlaws give a slip again. Fires are required. How though? There are other horses. Let's take it over there. Get down. The lone ranger and tato moved in for a close inspection of the animal. How though we found two of the horses, this table boy. This one has a scarred fat lock he told about. The other has a color formation he described. We see tracks, two other horses here. Two fellers ride them away. How long ago? Tracks look three, four hours old. The outlaws may be in Sage City right now. What we do? You ride into town. I'll wait here. Meanwhile, an election has been in progress in Sage City. Taking advantage of excitement, Busty Jackson and Flim Trent, the Texas Outlaws, have ridden into town without attracting attention. Who reigned in an alley beside the bank, dismounted leisurely and stretched? I see the bank at the side window. He's moving there. He's going to his death. Here we go. Turn your head away from the street. Slip your naked sheep up over your face. Keep your head cold down, head low. Yeah, I'm ready. Let's go. He's still at his death. I'll go in first. Reach fella, reach. Yes, yes. You heard the other fella move. Yes, yes, yes. Give me time. We'll give you one minute. No, you don't. If he did, you're right. Why'd you do it? I don't see any. What's in the safe? Open second, wrap gold money. Let's get out of here. Great is worth the election day hubbub in Sage City. The shop in the bank had been heard by several businessmen. Doc Lewis, the coffee coroner, looked out of the window of his office on the second floor of a nearby building, saw the masked man and snatched up a sharp rifle, which he had kept handy for just such an occasion. The fleeing outlaws rounded the corner into the alley. The doctor fired. The shop staggered slim. Give me the sack. I'll cover you. Firing into the window from which the doctor had shot. Rusty followed Slim into the alley. There they found momentary security. Rusty helped his partner into the saddle, shoved a sack of money into one of his own saddle bags and mounted. At the same moment, the bell on the town hall began to ring. Slim, head your horse away from the street to lead him, Rusty. The outlaws fled down the alley. Sheriff Marlon, who had previously been engaged in safeguarding his own interest at the voting place, led a sortie of citizens to the alley's mouth. Head your horse away. The lead won't stop from that far away. Bill, round up a party while I see what happened in the bank. Get your horses. Several hours after the bank robbery, Judge Mason sat at a table in his ranch house on Bear River. Listen, Doc, right outside the door. Quick. I had the money bag under the car. Well, I'll get my gun and see who it is. All right. I'll have it out of sight in no time. There. It can't be seen. Oh, yes. What do you want? Let me bring in a wounded man. He was a tough agent. Adjust the moment. I'll put your gun away, mister. See if I caught him in the saddle. Oh, yes. Judge put it away and helped him inside with the poor son. Sure, sure. Here, I'll give you a hand. No, I can't kill him. Just tell me where to put him. Over there on the couch, but let him down gently. All right, all right. Let's go. Hey, I'd better lock the door again. What do you think about him, ma'am? What? I'm afraid he's dying. But I'll do all I can, boy. Where did the Indians attack you, stranger? Down by the Bear River Bridge. There were five or six of them and they looked like renegades, too. My horses took it or I'd ride on the force late and tell the soldiers. Turn both your horses into my corral and take my own mare. Tell the colonel to send the post surgeon here to the Judd Mason range. Oh, thanks, Mr. Mason. You'll never regret what you're doing. So long, pardon me. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. When boys line up to run a race, Galloping Gordon sets the pace. He comes in first because he knows. He's got gold power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got gold power. There he goes. You, once you're eating Cheerios, every breakfast. You'll say the Cheerios taste simply wonderful, too. They're already cooked, shaped like little roundoes and just full of good toasted old flavor. Pour out a big bowl full. Add fresh milk and pitch in. You can almost feel the gold power. For a Cheerios breakfast is one of the finest ways you can get the vitamins, proteins and minerals your body needs. A bowl of Cheerios and milk really starts your day right. Helps give you the good red blood, strong bones and muscles. Gold power, you'll get it from Cheerios. Try it and folks will say... He's feeling his Cheerios. Now to continue. The murderous bank robber Rusty Jackson had left his wounded partner at Judd Mason's ranch house. Then he continued his flight with a bag of money using a horse furnished by the unsuspecting rancher. A half hour later, a furious storm broke over the Bear River Valley, hastening the fall of night. As thunder shook the house and wind-driven rain lashed the windows, the wounded outlaw drew a last labored breath. Covering his face with a blanket, Martha turned to Judd who had been standing by with a lamp. Exciting. I forgot to ask the other fellow who they were and where they came from. More horses than maybe the Thorne. No, no, they couldn't get here so soon. Maybe the engines are coming. Stand back and lower doors. They're white and they have landings. Now they're done. One man is going towards the Grand. The others are coming this way. A few moments later, a fist trotted on the door. Who's out there? Come in, then. With a sheriff on the lead, a dozen men hurried in out of the storm, stamping muddy boots on the threshold and shaking water from Sutton. And I don't suppose you heard of the bank robbery. Bank robbery? Where? This afternoon, two banders killed Hayward and carried off a sack of gold pieces. Doc Lewis here plugged one of the farmers before they got away. Judd and Truton, my dear. We were close on to them when the storm broke and washed out their trail. At that time, they were headed straight for this place. I figured maybe you'd seen them. Maybe. Maybe. Judd, who's that on the couch? That dead man, Doc. He was dying when another fellow brought him here. He said they'd been bushwanked by Redskins. I'm uncurring him. Well, I'll be couched. You know him, Doc? I'll swear he survived when I plugged it to bank, even if he did have a mask on then. Then? Search this house. A few minutes later, the possemen who had been searching the house reported that they had found no one hiding in it. I didn't think you would, fellas. There wasn't any other outlaw except Judd Mason himself. Why, you... You're clear, Sheriff? I was going through the dead folk hats' clothes and happened to look under the couch. This is what I found. A money sack with Cale Hayward's name on it. I'm arresting you for bank robbery and murder. No, no! I'll have to take you to the crew, Mrs. Nation. You're a material witness. And I may charge you with being an accessory. I'll hold an inquest tonight right in Cale Hayward's bank. Rusty Jackson, riding furiously through the storm, had reached the source of the Bear River. He possessed the cunning of a wild animal which always circled its den before entering. He dismounted some distance from the camp and scalded through the thicket. With the noise of the storm dealing in his ears, the lone ranger who was crouched under the overhanging rock failed to hear the outlaw's approach. Rusty was equally ignorant of the mask man's presence. Only a few feet separated the two when a lurid flash of lightning revealed each to the other. A fraction of a second later told them darkness and gulfed them again. The lone ranger sprang out and the outlaw collided with him. Then they were locked in a struggle in fear so the wall of elements would rage around them. I have you now. Yes, again? No, I take this! I took it! Another bolt of lightning landed to the nearby hills, giving the lone ranger just time enough to place the position of his adversary's head. Jerking his white arm free, the mask man put all the 40-git summons into a piston-like punch to the jaw. The outlaw went limp with a groan. After disarming the stunned man and making sure that he was incapable of moving temporarily, the lone ranger with a ladder in him he had found among the camp supplies. Its light enabled him to search and study the crook, as well as the saddlebag he had dropped at the start of the fight. The storm was beginning to subside when the outlaw stirred and sat up. They're just where you are, Rusty Jackson. You know me. I read your description off and up in Texas. I think my friend Tonneau is coming. Tonneau? The name means something to you. Yes, buddy. The name of an ancient alright that the mayor spent all the lone ranger. Oh, now I know who you are. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. You need help, Kimusabi? No, Tauto. Tell me what happened in Sage City. Outlaws hold up bank, kill banker. One gets shot. Other one leave him at Judd Mason Ranch. Him die. Now Sheriff Nick Mason is other outlaw. Him rest Mason and his wife. We have the other outlaw here. No chance, perfect. Corner holds meeting in bank tonight. Then we'll go there. Take this saddlebag and guard the prison before I call Silver and round up the other horses. Later that night, the coroner's inquest was in session at the scene of the crime. You gents on the jury have seen all the evidence and heard all the testimony. What's your verdict? Hey, look. I'm Ashman. Any hall of you. Deeper hands than they are. What do you want here? Justice. Tauto, bring in the other outlaw. Uh, him coming. Sheriff. Doc. There's a fellow who's at our house. He's a dead cook's partner. He's true. He's true. I never saw that man and woman before. I've never been in State City knowing this bank. I'm just a prospect of this man's man and engine caught and robbed of his money. Here in man's saddlebag is money, Sheriff. It's the loot from the bank robbery. The prisoner had it in his possession when captured. He's Rusty Jackson, a notorious Texas bad man. I believe that he's parking the whole up with slim trench. Never heard of him. Anyhow, the money in this saddlebag is loose. There's not a thing to show that it came from this bank. We've got the real loot here all wrapped up in Haywood's paper and in his bag. Jackson had plenty of time to dispose of coin wrappers in a sack. Bosh. Sheriff, do you refuse to take Rusty Jackson into custody? I don't aim to arrest him on your say so. That's final. City Sheriff, don't force us to use violence. But Jackson is going to hang here or in Texas. That instant Rusty Jackson sprang toward the ledger, flung back the cover and snaked out Kale Haywood's secret six gun. The Sheriff saw him and yelled a warning. Watch out, Masked Man! But the lone ranger had been prepared for just such an eventuality. As the outlaw whirled and cocked the weapon, the Masked Man swung his right hand gun across his extended left arm and fired. The silver slug smashed into the killer's shoulder, spinning him back against the counter as Haywood's gun dropped to the floor. Mr. Corner, there's your case. Thanks. I see it. That vermin knew that there was a gun inside the ledger. That's something that Kale Haywood kept seeking. So he's the other outlaw. Mr. I apologize. I suggest that you offer your apologies to Mr. and Mrs. Mason. Folks, I'm mighty sorry about all this. I made a mighty bad mistake. But it was an honest mistake. We understand, Sheriff. You're free to go home. Of course, you'll get your money back. Isn't that wonderful? Sheriff, I can put you in touch with a stable boy who heard Jackson and his partner plan the robbery. He can identify them and their horses. With his testimony and that of Mr. and Mrs. Mason, we should be able to convict the coyote. There should be some record here in the bank showing the amount of cash which Haywood had on hand the morning of the robbery. It may tell him with the amount in the saddle bag. I doubt that Jackson disposed of any. That's all. We'll make a strong case against him. Sheriff, the vote's been counted. You're free to go home. Congratulations, Sheriff. Adios, friend. Adios! Rusty Jackson, I wonder how the Mass Man managed to catch you. Yeah, you can stop wondering. He's a Lone Ranger. I'm still got it! Out! I'm still got it! The 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 Boy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.