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Early the next morning, the masked man and his Indian friends were still looking for them. They rode slowly in the Callicott Mountains, 20 miles north of the town of Big Falls in central Arkansas. Hup, hup, hup! Tuttle frowned and shook his head. Are we sure we find cracks near here, Kimusubby? We follow them into the mountains. If crooks leave mountains, then sure leave cracks. We'll separate a look for the trail. That way we'll be able to cover more ground. Ah, that good idea. I'll meet you at our old campsite near Pioneer Rock at Sundown. Be savvy. I'll see you later. Ah, get him up scout! The masked man rode through the hills for several hours, studying the ground carefully, hoping to find some trace of the outlaws. Shortly after noon he found a set of hoof prints. He dismounted to examine them. The discovery was disappointing. There were tracks of only one rider and the right front shoe of the horse he rode was loose. The old ranger was about to muck. What a twig snapped in the brush nearby. Don't reach for those guns, mister. You're covered. You surprised me. Keep your hands up. Very well. Raising his hands to shoulder level, the masked man watched the heavy underbrush that concealed the gunman. As it plotted, a clean shaven, ruddy-faced man appeared, wearing a sheriff's badge on his buckskin vest. That's it, mister. Just keep your hands where they are and we'll have no trouble. Have you often caught off guard like this, Sheriff? I reckon not. A fellow wearing a mask can afford to be caught off guard. If you think I've been described on handbills, you're mistaken. I don't know of any other reason for a man to hide his face. I'll take the guns from the holsters. With a shrug that indicated he planned no resistance. The lone ranger slowly lowered his hands to the brace of colts around his waist. He gripped the ivory handles. His six-shooter slowed. That's it. Slowly, the weapons cleared leather. A split second later, the right-hand gun roared. Hey, what are you doing? The bullet smashed the shell of the gun. The enraged lawman shot it furiously. You dirty no-good double-crossing crook. I should have gunned you on sight instead of giving you a chance to outsmart me. I'm sorry I had to do that, Sheriff. Not half as sorry as you're going to be. I plan to give you fair and square treatment until I've found out who you are. Hey, Juniper! I'll host to my guns and identify myself. What? Yes, I've learned of identification with me. I often find it necessary to convince the lawman I'm not an outlaw. Well, not a crook. This letter is from Captain Daniels of the Texas Rangers. That letter might have been forged. I wouldn't recognize the captain's signature if I saw it. You'll recognize the signature of the governor of this state? Yeah, of course I will. Then read this. To whom would make concern? The bearer of this letter is a personal friend who has served the rider and the cause of justice. The lone ranger. The signature is genuine, Sheriff. So is the state seal. You're the lone ranger? Yes. Go on, I've heard of you. I heard you were mighty fast with your guns. And now that I've seen you in action, you weren't overrated. Thanks. Oh, here's your letter, Mr. I. Thank you. I apologize for figuring you were dodging the law. You're not the first man to make that mistake, Sheriff. You're a friend of the governor, huh? I had the privilege of meeting him several times. Did you know he's in trouble? No. That's one of the reasons I happened to be here on these hills. What do you mean? I'm tracking his son. Bob? Yeah. What happened? A little over six months ago, the governor's political enemies figured a way to collect almost a million dollars in graft if they could get Governor Morgan to look the other way while they were collecting it. Governor Morgan was too honest to do that. They knew he was honest. They likewise knew his son Bob was the apple of his eye. They framed the boy for robbery. What? They framed him tight as a drum, then went to the governor with statements from lying witnesses. I reckon the boy got scared. He knew those crooks could ruin his dad if they spread the story throughout the state as they planned, and he lost his head. What do you mean? He ran away, figuring to save his dad a lot of grief. That's too bad. A week later, the governor forced a confession from one of the conspirators. The whole scheme split wide open, ruining everyone who had a hand in it. Good. But the governor hasn't seen his son since the boy left home. Has he heard from him? No, as far as the governor could find out, Bob just disappeared. I figure he's been traveling like an owl hoot on the dodge, you know, stewing clear of towns and places where he might be recognized. A month ago, a bunch of handbills came in from the capital describing Bob. The fine print on the bottom explains the whole situation and offers a reward to anyone who supplies information about the boy. Here, I've got a copy of the handbill right in the pocket. See, Bob's about 18 now. Have you met him? Oh, yes. In that case, you'll recognize this picture of him. It's a good likeness. About 10 o'clock this morning, Bob rode into Big Falls. I was in my office when I spotted him. He'd stopped in front of the general store. One of these handbills was posted right in front of him. Did he see it? Yeah. He didn't stop long enough to read the print on the bottom. Before I could cross the street, I was in the saddle and was away out of town. I see. I sent a telegram to his father and started after him. I trained him this far. Well, then you showed up. Are these his tracks? They're his, all right. I'll bet my last dollar he figures he's being hunted for robbery. This handbills misleading, Sheriff. At first glance, it looks as if he's wanted for a crime. Well, at least the boy's alive. Knowing that much will mean a lot to his dad. Uh, I'll help you follow his trail. Fine. I left my horse ground hitched in the brush. I'll go get him. Good. Easy, baby fella. Easy there. Here you go. Ooh, here you go. When I saw you examining those tracks, I took you for a bounty hunter on the trail of a reward. I thought I was looking for the tracks of a couple of killers, Sheriff. We, uh, lost their trail last night. I was hoping to pick it up again when I stopped here. What killers are you talking about, Mister? Why do you ransom and left dispenser? I never heard of them. Er, what in Kansas? If you follow them this far, that means they're in my territory. I hope we'll be able to capture them before they travel much farther. Meanwhile, I'll do whatever I can to help you locate Bob Morgan. Well, I'm not qualified to speak for the Governor, but if I were in his shoes, I'd appreciate all the help I could get. Come on, Miller. Enough there. 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Then, while his weary horse drank the cool water, Bob took a piece of hard tack from his saddlebag. He was tired and in more trouble than he knew how to handle. Now he realized the folly of running away from the frame-up. But the handbill he had seen in town convinced him that it was too late to go back. With dull, hopeless eyes, he stared at the stream of water. Then he heard the hoof beats of approaching riders. Before he could step out of sight, while he ran some soym. The prematurely gray outlaw shouted, Honest, me too, what's your hurry? In their flight from a murder that had netted them less than $100, they spent the ill-gotten loot. Broke and planning another robbery, whiting and lefty-haunted, as Bob swung to the saddle. Steady, come and eat my fast, stranger. If I stop to water my horse and fill my canteen, I'll be on my way. Are you carrying any grub? Just a few pieces of hard tack. We'll make sure that... hit the ground. Hey, what's the idea of the gun? You heard my partner dismount. All right. Steady. I don't savvy why you're drawing guns on me. We're helping ourselves to your cash and grub. You mean this is a robbery? That's right. You do for a disappointment. A mighty little left to steal. Easy there. Catch him lefty. I'll keep him covered. Yeah, right. Take his gun first. Sure thing. Just keep your hands up, stranger. Hey, it's a rider coming. I'll help unless you want to die sudden. That rider's heading this way. We'll take care of him when he shows up. All you've got to do is keep your mouth shut. Moments later, Tunnel rounded a turn in the trail and saw the three men beside the stream and the gun in Whitey Ransom's hand. All right, ancient. I'll blow you from the saddle. Tunnel! Bob Moore, the dog-gonic Tunnel, you rode into a trap. These two were just coming in the underground, ancient. We know each other. We know you, too. What? They're crooks, Tunnel. They're kind of robbers. Then killers, Bob. Hold it lefty. It's just too smart. You heard what this fella called him, didn't you? His name's Tunnel. Right, fella? I've heard that name before. Where? In prison. Ten years ago. When I served time for robbing a Wells Fargo stage. A red-skinned named Tunnel travels with a masked man known as the Long Ranger. The Long Ranger? I reckon you've heard of him. Yeah. I was lucky the masked man wasn't with him. I get his guns. All right. But you better watch your muddy clothes. Don't worry. If I a fast-moved Tunnel and I'll join you and your friend Savvy. Me, Savvy? I'm mighty sorry this happened, Tunnel. All right, Bob. How'd you come here? That's a long story. That's not sound good. These two crooks hadn't been here waiting for you. I'd have been mighty glad to see you. I need help. You in trouble? Yes. They're good. His gun's way too good. Now tie and gag those two. The sooner we get away from here, the better. Gonna leave him alive? For all we know, the Long Ranger's around here somewhere. He's close enough to hear gunshots. He'll come to investigate you. Yeah, that's sure. There's bets to leave these two. Take their horses and clear out. Now get busy. Afraid that the Long Ranger might appear at any moment, left they tied and gagged the prisoners quickly, while whitey kept them covered. After emptying Tunnel's pockets, he swung to the saddle. The sun was beginning to set when they hurried away, leading Tunnel's horse scout and Bob's grave. While the Long Ranger and Charles Slimdellis are still following Bob's trail, as the tracks veer to the right, they halted. Oh, yes, I think so. I'll have to leave you here, Sheriff. Time to meet Toddler with Pioneer Rock. I'll ride with you. Then the three of us can come back and pick up Bob's trail again. All right. I know a shortcut that'll get us to the rock in no time. All right, lead the way. I'll follow you. Come on. Come on. 15 minutes later, the masked man and the Sheriff reached the celebrated rock. Inside a trail, Pioneers had blazed through the mountain, guiding Silver up hill to the top of the granite landmark that stood 20 feet high. The Long Ranger led the way to an old campsite he and Toddler often used. From there, he and the Sheriff had a clear view of the trail. I thought I knew these mountains, but this is one place I've never been before. It's an ideal place to camp. Hey, riders heading this way. Four, might say. What's the sound of those hoof beats? They what? Relax, Sheriff. Oh, your horse startled me for a minute. I think Silver recognizes one of the horses heading here. Toddler must be with them. There are the riders. I see them on the trail. They're only two riders, Sheriff. They're leading two horses. You're right. Teddy Silver, easy. Where are you going? That pain horse belongs to Toddler. I'm leading him as party ransom. You sure? I'd recognize that killer anywhere. Is he there? Is the fellow with him lefty Spencer? Yes. I'll ride down hill and wait for them. Get up there. There, they concealed their horses and waited for the outlaws to approach. Getting those two will be as easy as falling off a log. This is a very place where they wish. A few minutes later, lefty and whitey reached the rock. The masked man and the sheriff stepped from the place of concealment with guns drawn. Come here, you are. Stop those bosses or I'll pull your heads off. Hold it. You're covered, so don't try a fast move. Hey, whitey, it's a mess, man. And the lawman dropped your gun. That's when I killed you. The frightened killers took a desperate chance. They drew guns. Along with those colts roared first. Lefty's gun was smashed as a bullet in the arm through whitey from the saddle. Stunned by the fall, whitey lay motionless. My hand is... I'll keep this one covered, mister, while you see how badly his pals hurt. I like your... Don't shoot my hands, sheriff. You're smart, you keep them high. On your feet, whitey. I'm hurt. I'll bandage your wound. Then you and your friend have a lot of questions to answer. A few minutes later, whitey's wound was bandaged and the prisoner's hands were tied. But they solemnly refused to tell where or how they had gotten Tonto's horse. All right, you don't have to talk. We'll follow your back trail. Good idea, mister. The tracks are bound to lead to Tonto and the other rider they stole the horse from. Yeah, he's right, whitey. All right, get going, you two. I'll leave her talking. I'll tell you where to find the red skinner's pearl. Shut up, Lefty. Why tell him anything? My brothers won't tell him. They'll find out anyway. The two of them were tied and gagged in the hills near a run and stream. Only one stream goes through these hills? We left them near a stand of pine. I know the place. Let's go, sheriff. Right. And if either of you could just try anything. Don't worry. We know when we're licked. Then get going. Get up here. Get up here. This was falling when I found Tonto and Bob Morgan. Soon Tonto and Bob were astride their own horses. The governor's son grinned happily for the first time in many months as the sheriff finished explaining what had happened since he left home. Your dad's been worried half sick about you, Bob. He got the handbills out as a last resort. I would have contacted him, but I was afraid the rats who framed me might intercept the message. I didn't know they confessed the truth. Why did you run away, Bob? I was scared, mister. I knew I was innocent, and so did dad. But the men who framed me had done such a good job. I never could prove that I was in the clear. I didn't tell anyone I was going. I took some money I'd saved, some clothes, and I left. But, dad, rather, didn't you know you were running out on your dad at the time when he needed you most? I know now I was foolish. You can't solve any problem by running away from it, Bob. I found that out. Let's get back to town. The telegraph office will still be open. Good. I'll send dad Word and start from home right away. I'll put these killers in jail. Later, the governor and his son were reunited in the governor's mansion in the state capital. In answer to Bob's questions, his father assured him... Conway and his crooked friends are behind bars, Bob. Sheriff Dallas said you got a complete confession from Conway. That's right, son. Those scoundrels will be out of circulation for a long time. You look tired, dad. I haven't had a night's sleep since you left. I'm sorry I lost my head. I thought I was helping you. I understand, son. I've learned something while I've been away. Next time I've got trouble to face, I'll meet it as a man should. Head on. That's the kind of talk I like to hear. It's the kind of talk I heard from our friend. Who's that? The Lone Ranger. A part of the Lone Ranger. Brought to you by Special Recording, Mondays through Fridays at this same time.