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Professor Marsh said, We'll make a final check on the haze that rise from the gorge between here and Mount Messiah. Are you focusing on that old cabin on the side of Messiah? Yes. Well, the old man who lives there has visitors. That's unusual. It's the first time we've seen anyone in this area except the old man. Yes, two horses are standing there. Frank, when the man has a gun, he shot the old man, shot him. Now the two are dragging the old man in the cabin. Here, you watch and describe the men when they come out. I'll have my notebook ready to write down what you say. While Professor Rice kept his eye to the telescope, his associate looked at his watch, noted the time in a notebook, then wrote the dictated description of the two gunmen. Now one of the men is opening a box, taking out papers, unfolding them. Oh, going too fast for you? No, no, I'm getting it. Wait, Roscoe, smoke's coming from a window. They've set fire to the cabin. Were the old men still inside? Yes. Frank, someone's coming. There, look, a mass man. Don't shoot us. We're not armed. You're nothing to fear, we're friends. But that mask... It serves a purpose, but it's not the purpose of an art law. We saw your telescope from the valley and came here because we're interested. Who are you? I'm Professor Rice, and my colleague's name is Marsh. Roscoe Marsh. He, too, is a professor of astronomy. You were viewing something through the telescope. You seemed excited. He smoked inside a Mount Messiah. The cabin there is on fire. That must be Jeremiah Colby's cabin. It's the only cabin on the mountain. Do you mind if I look through your telescope? No, go ahead. He's none as a hermit of Mount Messiah. Do you see the cabin? Yes, flames are beginning to break through the roof. Do you see the murderer? Murderers? What murderers? Two men who shot the hermit. I don't see anyone. I saw them shoot the old man, drag him inside. They went out with a small box. They opened it and looked at papers. Then I saw smoke coming from a window. That's when you arrived, you and the Indian. You mean hermit inside Vernon's cabin? He must be. The cabin will burn to the ground long before we can reach it. We're helpless. That's how we felt when the murder was committed. Even if we'd had guns, we couldn't have helped the poor old man. Well, gun would shoot that far. You watch the cabin through the telescope. Can you professors describe the gunman? Yes, indeed. We've made notes. You make accurate observations. Professor Marsh and I have often witnessed and reported the destruction of stars and planets in outer space. The descriptions should help bring the gunman to justice. Are you really interested in seeing criminals brought to justice? Yes, Professor Roscoe. Someday you may learn that I'm on the side of the law. Strange. It's your duty to report what you saw of the sheriff in Redville. I agree. Well, here are your notes. The sheriff will want them. We'll start packing our gear at once. What are we going to do? We'll ride to the cabin and try to find the gunman's trail. But there's an impassable gorge between this hill and Mount Messiah. Indians once showed us a secret way across the gorge. He must have a... I'm not dead. Right. He crawled out of the cabin on hands and knees. Looked like him hurt bad. But he's alive. Now, him far enough, so player not reach him. Well, there's a reason for us to go there in a hurry. Will you men remain near Redville? Yes, sir. We'll be around as long as there's any chance that we might help in the capture and punishment of those gunmen. Then we may meet again. Come on, Tuttle. Easy, sir. The long ranger and Tuttle rode hard to an isolated place where they crossed the gorge on a natural bridge made by a peculiar rock formation. Then hurried up the side of Mount Messiah. They drew rain and dismounted near the old hermit who lay placed down on the ground a short distance in front of the smoking ruins of his cabin. He's dead. I don't know how he lived long enough to crawl out of the cabin. Ah. And what we do? He wrapped the body in a blanket and take it into the sheriff in Redville, Tonneau. I'll follow the tracks from the men who shot the hermit. Ah. I'll meet you in the professor's camp south of town. Easy, steady, big fella. It was after dark that evening that one of the two astronomers entered the sheriff's office in Redville. The man seated in the sheriff's chair said... Good evening, gentlemen. Good evening. Are you the sheriff? No. The sheriff and his deputy had to take some prisoners to the state pan. The jail being empty, the sheriff left me in charge of the office. Oh, then you're not a real lawman. Yeah, no real enough to take him plant. I'm a special deputy, like where's the lawyer? Hamilton Meads, ma'am. You need weird astronomers. I'm Frank Rice, and this is Roscoe Marsh. Glad to know you, gentlemen. What's wrong? We want to report a crime. Go ahead. I'll take your report and refer it to the sheriff. Without mentioning the Lone Ranger and Toto, Professor Rice told of the work he and his associate were doing and reported what they had seen through the telescope. Then Professor Marsh handed over his notes. Hamilton Meads read them, then said... If what you gentlemen say is true, you'd better catch the next train east. Why? You're in danger, and you're not armed. We don't own guns. All the more reason for you to leave here. Those gentlemen will surely try to kill the witnesses to their crime. They can't possibly know we saw them. We'll stay and testify against them. Well, you wouldn't be allowed to testify regarding anything seen through a telescope or binoculars. It isn't admissible as evidence here. A stupid ruling. Gentlemen, you've done all you can by giving me a description of the crooks. I advise you to get back east. No, Mr. Mead, we'll hold ourselves available. Please tell the sheriff we'll be camped in the woods south of town. He'll find us there if and where he needs us. Very well. You've been warned. Yes. Come on, Roscoe. For a short time after the professor's left, the man at the sheriff's desk sat frowning at the paper bearing the description of the crooks. Then he crumpled it and struck a match. He set fire to the paper and watched it burn in an ashtray. Then crushed the ashes. A few minutes later, Hamilton Mead heard a rap on the door. He crossed the room, opened the door, and saw an Indian lifting a heavy blanket-wrapped figure from the back of a paint horse. Mead goes on. Mead brings dead man. Mead carries him inside. A dead man? Ah, him, Jeremiah Colby. Oh, hold on. Let's see. Corn is business. And it business a sheriff. The old man murdered. Murdered? Ah, him shot. Put him on that car. Did you kill him? No. He not know who killed him. He find him outside burn cabin. So that's your story. Well, I think you killed him. Why you think you're covered? Put your hands up. But you... Don't reach for your gun. You not regular sheriff. Nevertheless, I'm arresting you. Stand still while I take your gun. No, you... Moving with lightning speed, Tom will grasp a wrist of the special deputy and turn the gun. If you pull trigger now, you shoot yourself higher. I'll kill you. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Hello there. I'd like to just take a minute to talk to you about Merida Brown and Serve Rolls. As you know, Merida means all that's fresh and good that goes into and comes out of your oven. And Merida Brown and Serve Rolls are the ones that bake to a flaky golden brown in just six minutes. There are twelve delicious Merida Brown and Serve Rolls in every package. And if you don't use them all right away, that's all right too. Merida guarantees freshness for several days after you buy them. Of course, in your freezer, they'll last indefinitely. But don't wait for company to have Merida Brown and Serve Rolls. Your family would love to have a basket of fresh, steaming hot rolls with breakfast or lunch or dinner. It'll mean you care. And what a delicious way to show your love. After all, your family deserves the best. They deserve Merida. Merida Brown and Serve Rolls. Now, to continue. While Hamilton, me, a special deputy, and Tonto struggled for possession of the gun, two men entered the office. Hang on, Ham. He's tripping with your gun, right? Could hold a red skin for a few minutes. Thanks, boys. Close the door. What happened to your Ham? He would sit on a couch. Looks like a body. Yes, it is, Hulk. It's the body of Jeremiah Covey. What? Oh, it can't be. I'll take a look. Covey and I shot Covey and burn him up inside a shack, just as you told us. Is this the hermit all right, Hulk? The Indian found him dead outside his shack. That means we'll have to call his death a murder instead of an accident. Why were you in a red skin fight? I was trying to arrest him for the murder. Someone's got to hang for it. We'll take his gun and drag him into the cell before he regains consciousness. Right. Give me a hand, police. Sure. I hoped you two could steal the old man's bonds and arrange as soon as his death would look like an accident. Can we leave this red skin here on the floor of the cell? Yeah. Give me his gun. Sure. Here. Thanks. Clues unlocked the door. We'll share every turns. I'll charge the Indian with Covey's money. Good. Shouldn't be hired to frame an Indian for murder. Hulk and I'll swear we saw him do it. Did you get Covey's bonds? Yeah. There's $10,000 left. Yeah. We took him out of the old man's tin box here. Here they are. Covey's names on him. An ink. Well, take that off with chemicals. Ham, you're putting them in your pocket. You two get you a share after I've cashed them. We'd better. Meanwhile, you have another job to do. Yeah. What's that? Get rid of the two men who saw you kill Covey. No one saw us. We made sure there was no one near his shack on Mount Messiah. A couple of astronomers saw you through a telescope on Bald Hill. What? They gave me written descriptions of you both. I burned the descriptions, but that won't keep them from telling the sheriff what they saw when he returns. When's he due back in town? He may be in on tonight's train. We gotta work fast. I tried to scare those witnesses out of town, but they didn't scare. So now it's up to you. Where are they? They're camped in the woods south of town. We'll go and shoot them. Not near town. We don't want any more bodies around. What's your suggestion, Ham? Capture them. Take them into the mountains and drop them down an old mine shaft. They don't have guns, so you shouldn't have trouble with them. I'll get going. Later that evening, the two scientists were seated beside their campfire in the woods. As Professor Marsh leaned forward to stir the blazing wood, the killers appeared. Are you two up? Pist your hands. Why are you? You're the men who shot the hermit. So you do recognize her. I know you anywhere. What are you going to do? Are you going to shoot guns? Now, if you do as we tell you. Now, march your horses. You're going for a ride to the mountains. Stop those guns. They taste mass. I'll get them. I'll get them. No, I'm here. He struck in the arm by the Lone Ranger's bullet, politely fired wildly as he staggered and fell. At that instant, Hulk, who had dropped his gun, leaped behind the two astronomers, then disappeared beyond brushwood, bordering the camp. He's escaping. You're my line of fire. Move right here. Too late. He's out of sight. It's dark in the woods. Here, take the wounded man's gun. At least we have one of the murderers. Murderers? The men who came here are the ones who killed the hermit. You'll get the other later. You pick up his gun. It's right there. Yes, yes. Do you have it? You better keep close watch while I examine his cook's arm. The man who escaped might have another gun in return. I'll watch for him. My shoulder's killing me. It's not that bad. Lie still while I cut away your sleeve. Here's our kid of medical supplies. Oh, thanks. How did you happen to come here? I followed the killer's tracks from the hermit's cabin until it became too dark to see the trail. Easy, easy. All right. And I came directly here without going through towns. When I was near enough to see your fire, I saw the men holding guns on you. I left Silver a little distance away and moved in. Oh, there. Thought I'd been here? No, but I'm many glad you came. I'm sure those crooks meant to murder us. Why? They knew we'd witnessed their crime. How did they know it? How did they know where to find you and rice? I have no idea. You tell me, killer. Who are you to call me a killer? You're nothing but a mask out who? I'm not a crook. Well, I'm not talking. We told no one we'd witnessed the murder. Except the substitute sheriff. Substitute sheriff? Yes. The sheriff was out of town, and a special deputy named Hamilton Meade was taking his place. Did Meade send you here? I'm no squealer. I'm not talking. Very well. I'll find out for myself. Here's silver. You gentlemen had better tie this crook's hand behind his back and bring him to the sheriff's office. I'll be there waiting for you. Easy, steady, big fella. One, silver! In the sheriff's office, Hamilton Meade sat at the desk, glancing from time to time through the door of steel bars into the cell where the Indian prisoner paced back and forth. The coroner had removed the body of the hermit, and now Meade waited, hoping Polly and Hoke would report on their assignment before the sheriff returned. The door was opened suddenly. What do you hold in Meade? Married. Keep your hand on top of the desk. Put down that gun. Not until you're disarmed. Give it to me. Meade, you have a lot to explain. Raise your hand to shoulder level and stand up slowly. I'll take that gun to be safer on the floor on the corner than in your pocket. You must be a henchman of the Indian murder. Murderer? Kim Asabi. Yes? When Meade bring body of hermit here, Meade say Me killer what? Him say Me under arrest. Me fight. Then two men come in, knock me out. Two men, huh? Then same ones described by astronomer. I suspected you were working with the killer's Meade. Otto's story confirms it. Indeed. Yes, where are the keys to the cell door? I'll find them for you, sir. Very well. I'll start by looking in your pockets. Stand still and keep your hands high. Reaching into Meade's coat pocket to search for the key to the cell, the masked man drew out a packet of folded documents. A quick glance showed him the name written on the top one. Jeremiah Colby. Is this the motive for murdering the old man? Judge for yourself, mister. I'm not answering questions. Meade's confidence returned when he saw Hulk appear at the open door behind the masked man's back. Otto also saw the killer and cried. He must have been behind you. Oh, catch it. The warning came too late. Charging from the door, Hulk leaped on the masked man's back. Reached over his shoulder, grabbed his gun hand and pulled it overhead. Good work. Meade closed in to drive a smashing blow to the lone ranger's chin. But at that moment, the masked man flexed his knees. Bend forward and threw Hulk on his head against Meade. Both outlaws fell to the floor. And as they tried to untangle, the lone ranger drew both guns and said... Oh, we'll have an hour. Wait, don't shoot. Then stand close to the cell and keep your hands up. You two, Meade. Yes, yes, all right. Unlock the door. Where did you shoot him in the back? I lost my gun the last time I met him. The last time? The astronomers can't. He wounded totally. I just managed to escape. It was a long time getting out of the woods. Open that door, Meade. Now you're free, tunnel. My gun here and desk. Me thinkin'. You two, go into the cell. Lendering fools. Close and lock the door, tunnel. No, wait. We have another prisoner. His name's Poli. Sure. Yep. I got off the train. I met the professors with Poli as their prisoner. They told me the situation and said you were here. Good. Get into the cell, Poli. You can stop me. Here's the key, Sheriff. Now lock him in. Sheriff, I took some bonds from Meade's pocket. They're on your desk. My Colby's name is on them. They're the motive for the murder. I have no hand in the murder. You planned it, Meade. The whole thing was your idea. Poli and I didn't even know Colby had all those civil war bonds. Poli's already made a statement, Meade. You're in as deep as the others. Sheriff, you've no further need of tunneling Meade. That's right. Now the law will take charge. You've done your part and I'm mighty obliged to him. Come, Donald. Let me see all of you again. There you go. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Sheriff, that mask man and his friend have earned a substantial reward. He wouldn't accept one, Professor. I know that for a fact because I know who the mask man is. I knew as soon as you told me about him that he's the lone ranger. I'd like to read you something. The label on a loaf of Merida Old-Fashioned Enriched White Bread. And I quote, Enriched means that eight ounces of this bread supplies the following percentages of minimum daily requirement for these essential food substances. Thyman, vitamin B1, 90%. Riboflavin, vitamin B2, 66%. Niacin, another B vitamin, 75%. Iron, 62.5%. Calcium, 20%. But that's just the outside story. What goes into Merida Old-Fashioned White Bread is another story. A story of a rich old recipe. A recipe that produces an old-fashioned bread that's rounded at the top with a crust that's golden brown, firm yet tender, moist and very delicious. 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