 A horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver! The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the old Cheerios at 20 to 8, Benny Clark, a mixers, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! When your mom packs a specially delicious lunch box for school, doesn't it make you feel all happy and kind of proud? The kids eat with water bites, or maybe even ask if you'll swap lunches. Well, that probably happens to you all the time if your mom bakes Betty Crocker cake mix cake. Mmm, a great big wedge of say, Betty Crocker Honey Spice Cake. Sure turns her school lunch into a feast. And I hope your mom knows how easy it is to bake one up. All the good tasting spices and sweet golden honey and everything are right in the mix. She just has to add water and two fresh eggs for a perfect cake every time. Cake after cake after cake. It's guaranteed perfect by Betty Crocker of General Mills Minneapolis. So next time you're asked what you'd like in your lunch box, tell mom some Betty Crocker Honey Spice Cake. Maybe she'll even let you take the whole cake to Jared's school. Say let's be buddies kind of cake. A perfect Betty Crocker Honey Spice Cake. With his faithful Indian companion title, for daring and resourceful mass writer of the claims, let 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 who speaks of the great horse Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Come on Silver, let's go because I am Silver. For some time on the shortwind of wooden crates had been piled up on a platform of the railroad town called Goldville. The crates held mining machinery for the started gold mining company. But John started with having trouble. He couldn't persuade Hank Sins to freight his goods into the mountains. He was found at Sins. My mind stand operate without that machinery. We've been kept down for a month waiting for delivery. You have wagons? You're in the freight business? Not me, no career. I wouldn't tackle that job with my wagons. Why don't you talk with the Silver Dollar line? That's a big answer. Conway's price is too high. Oh my goodness. Thank you, sir. Don't drop it, sir. What is it? It's Tunde Martin. What? Don't get behind it, young man. Who's that? His name's Tunde Martin. He used to be a new skinner. Now he settled down on a farm north of here. He's a big man. And plenty tough. He's raising news now. It looks like he's moving the ship and up to somewhere. Hey, hey there, hey. How's everything around here? Howdy, Tunde. What are you doing in town? Well, I'm working on a ranch, you know. It ain't mortgage money, so I aim to sell a few new woods. Who's that? Hey, take care that John's started. Well, I heard about you started. Yeah, you're the minor nine. That's right. You ain't got an undergraduate fame. Huh? What's that? It's your cat. You's had minor machinery while she's piled up here to save you. I've been trying for a month to get your friend here to move it. What? You hang? Yep. But I won't touch the business thunder. You see, Cal Conway wants to contract the handle started at mine and business. Cal Conway? That's a piece of cake, Tunde. You afraid of him? Well, he hired a gun slinger. You're a thunder ranger. Well, why don't you hire yourself some gun slingers? Have you the courage to move my freight? Me? If I had wagons, I'd take the job in no time. I'd sooner pick up tag that way than part company with my mule. But Tunde, what about driving? I wouldn't need them. I'd rather leave you and the others would probably in line on a roll. I'll find wagons for you. I'll buy some. Woo-hoo! Hey, don't yell. Show them answers. Hey, Tunde! Hi there, Tunde! Oh, Tunde. Do you know that Indian? Know him? Why your dog, Cal Conway? I know him. Hey, Tunde! Where's your friend? Oh, him and Tunde. Hey, he'll be glad to know I'm going back into the freight and business. Yes, sir. I'm going to mule freight for the start of my recovery. That is, if we can come to terms. Terms? Well, my terms will be just what Hank would have charged if he wasn't spooked by Cal Conway. When the low ranger saw Cal Conway ride in the camp at Sunstown, he knew that his Indian friend had something unusual to tell. Oh, Cal Conway. Jesus, Cal Conway. Jesus, Cal Conway. What happened in Cal Conway? Well, meet the old friend, Tunde Martin. I thought he was on Farewell Hornblows Ranch. Well, him and Cal Conway mules. Him take jobs. What kind of a job? Mule freight. Him take machinery to start at mine. How did that happen? Started not pay Conway price. That is the biggest mining man around here. Ah, other freight line afraid of Conway. Though Tunde would take jobs. Cal Conway has been trying to get control of all freighting. He's built such a monopoly that mines are likely to be shut down. Miners will be out of work. One of our biggest industries will be at a standstill. Oh, that's bad. Although it's bad country between Goldenville and the started mines. That's right. Almost anything could happen to Tunde on that ship. No one would ever know about it. What is the plan to start? Tomorrow morning. Come on, Tunde. What we do? Put out the Farewell Saddle, Tunde. We're going to town. Hey, boy. Tunde. And what you do there? You gotta keep an eye on Conway and have a talk with Tunde. Back in town, Tottle had little difficulty in locating Conway. He saw the owner of the silver dollar freight line at a table in the big front window of the restaurant. Tottle watched until the two men left the cafe. He saw Cal Conway crumple up a piece of paper and toss it on the boardwalk. The Indians thought it casually across the street. Looked to make sure he was unobserved. Then picked up the paper and tucked it into his pocket. A few minutes later, he was with a lone ranger in back of the hotel. What's coming from the window was the fiction to reveal the pencil sketch. Conway talks of plenty of bad colors. You know the man, brother? Ah, him name, Arden. Ben Arden? That's right. He's a notorious tennis singer. He's been suspected of a number of murders. He's been no proof. Ah. Have a look at the sketch. Not here. Looks like a map. That's right. Right here. These are probably the mountains. This place is labeled Juneville at the town. Ah. This line must represent the canyon. Oh, you know that canyon. He's Little Bear camp there. Little Bear? He's your friend. Ah. Him come there a short time ago. Maybe three, four months. I see. Indian village. Right, right here. Right where these marks are, huh? Ah. That's right. This is a place marked as an X. I wonder. It could be the scene of a planned attack. That'd be plenty bad. Anything happen there. He's Little Bear. I mean, people get blamed. That's probably what Conway has in mind. Ah. You see something about him? No, not yet. He's got low kids. He's hotel room. It's the lower one. Right over there. Ah. What to do? Then they can eat the dotted ghoul in mind without going to the canyon. I'm going to tie up this rain to take that roof. Window. It's the window of Conway's room. I'll wait here. I'll see what I can do with it. Undermarked rooms are cramped in a small hotel bedroom. He thinks of the squishing bed as if he didn't expect it to support his way. Dog gone, I sure hope it'll hold. Hey. He's calling my name. Yeah. It's the window. Well, I'll be... Come on in here. Dog gone, I was wondering about you. The package has caught on. Dog gone, I'm sure glad to see it. What are you doing in town anyhow? I'm calling you, Thunder. You're taking a new job. You're a dog gone right, I have. Thunder, you're going to have trouble with Conway. Ah, that's ordinary karma rabbit. If he didn't... No, he won't like himself. You'll hire a gunman to work for him. And the canyon between here and the mountains makes an ideal place for an ambush. You better not try it and I'll be packing two guns. No, now wait. Wait a minute, Thunder. In that canyon, you can be shot from ambush. You won't even see the gunman. And the Indians of Little Bear tribe will be blamed for whatever happens to you. There's another route to the started mine. You don't have to go to the canyon. Yes, but that doesn't mean two days extra travel. The canyon is dangerous. Well, I was never a man besides step-danger. Much more, dodging the issue will never be found Conway. That whole cat is asking for a showdown and the sooner it comes, the better. Thunder, you may be right. A showdown might be a good thing if we could be sure the Indians aren't blamed. Now, how soon do you plan to start? Well, see, I aim to start a day break and there's nothing gonna change my plan. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. That goes for the star wherever you are. Take Barbara M. Scott, figure skating champion from the Northland. Watch her on this one. Barbara M. Good. Now, there is a champ who's a Rio Huiti fan. She's a great fan. She's a great fan. She's a great fan. She's a great fan. She's a great fan. She's a great fan. She's a great fan. She's a great fan. What is a champ who's a Rio Huiti fan? Sure helps to keep a gal up on her toes. A guy too. Take Bob Lemon who pitches a lot of balls for the Cleveland Indians. Lemon knows what champions know. Huitis for breakfast away you go. Gosh, no wonder the champs of tomorrow are eating Huitis today. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Huiti place. Huitis for breakfast away you go. Gosh, no wonder the champs of tomorrow are eating Huitis. How old who continues? The long rains are untolled left town in the middle of the night and traveled as fast as possible across the plains with a minimum of parter for rest and refreshment. On the morning of the second day they pass the town of Hosfield then enter the canyon beyond which lay the started goldmine. It's really so easy, boy. Well, who could move slowly close to the bank of a stream that watered the canyon floor? It made good time, Carlos. It'd be at least a day before Vin Sardin and his men get this far. That's right. Probably two days before Thunder Martin gets here. Well, we're not far from Little Bear Village. You think we can reach it by mid-afternoon? Ah. Little Bear will do as you ask. We may be able to prevent a lot of trouble. You can persuade him and his people to move their camp for some to the canyon and pitch their tents near Hockville. What could that do? They can get their sunshine during the night. Sardin and his men will see the camp. And though Little Bear can't be blamed for anything that happens in the canyon, the Indians will have an alibi if they would interview the people in Hockville. Oh, no, I mean, have it. Sardin won't attack unless he knows that Little Bear will get the blame. You think he can give up plans? He might. Well, let me talk to Little Bear. Do you think he could persuade him to move? We not know, but he's fine. It was come set when Tuttle rejoined the Lone Ranger and reported the failure of his mission. Ah, it's not a long time. It's no good. Little Bear wouldn't be persuaded of it. No. All of us try some other plan. Oh, he's bloody worried. No. Little Bear, good Indians. In people, peaceful Indians. Yes, Tuttle. Them blame for murder. Soldiers go make war. They might try to meet Arden and his gang and turn them back. Uh, eight. Maybe nine men aren't in gang. Yes, the odds against it would be heavy. One of us were killed. Little Bear's people would be blamed. That's as they would be if Thunder Martin were to die. There's one way I don't know whether it would work or not. Do you think Little Bear would fight to save your life? Well, he fights to save life a little bear and him ready to fight for Tuttle. And our plan might work. Little Bear doesn't know me. That's right. Go back and tell Little Bear you hope to spend some time with him. In the meantime, I'm going to ride the back trail to Hawkesville until I come with him to view Arden and his gang. And I know they're in the canyon. I'll double back without letting them see me. I'll find some place to hide close to Little Bear's village. You'll be on the alert for the signal, the bird call we use. Oh, and when you get there? Probably not before tomorrow. Tell Little Bear that you have enemies in the canyon. When you hear my signal, leave the village and come toward me. I'll carry you away on the silver and make the Indian sink you're being abducted. At noon the following day, then Sergeant and his gang will move westward through the canyon toward the scene of the ambush. At the same time, the Moon Ranger prepared to act. He tightened the sink, checked his equipment, clung into the saddle and headed toward the Indian village. Move, move away! The Indians were playing friendly with games for Tuttle's benefit. There were tests of strength and courage and feats of endurance. Throughout the good-natured competition, Tuttle sat with Little Bear in front of the largest wigwam. He kept listening carefully and finally heard a familiar bird call. Then he turned to Little Bear. Little Bear, maybe someone come here to get Tuttle. You got enemies? You fear bad men? Well, let me tell you about bad men who come to valley. You fear maybe them come here. Tuttle, where you go? In your town, go back a wigwam. Take a look. In a moment, Tuttle was beyond the circle of wigwams and out of view of all the Indians. Then Little Bear heard a sudden cry from his friend. Tuttle, Tuttle, got the game over! Little Bear didn't suspect that Tuttle was winding away with the Moon Ranger only because the Masked Man wanted the Indians to ride in pursuit. Get horse! Get horse! Double kill animals! Get after Tuttle! Confused and waned in the Indian village. Little Bear was everywhere. Herring is meant to the backs of their horses. Then go that way! Right! Get Tuttle! In a moment, the Indians were bothered and raking in pursuit of Tuttle, and the Masked Man was carried him away. Come here! Silver, carrying both the Masked Man and Tuttle, raced along the floor of the canyon well ahead of the Indians. Well, they tell him, Tuttle! Ah, Indian come! Look at all the lead we can! Enough bar from Martin, gang! Horses! Horses! Horses! Din Tarzan and his men were kneeling to pray for they planned to wake an ambush behind Big Rock. Presently, some distance ahead, they saw a white horse coming around the bend. There were two men riding a top speed. One wore a mask, the other was an Indian. Rain in, boys! Wait a minute. Oh, oh, oh! What's just coming, Din? I don't know. Yeah, that horse is coming mighty fast. That man's wearing a mask. Yeah, maybe we'd better pull back and make room for him to pass. Yeah, pull your horses over the side, boys. Come on, these harkens, man, kneel to the side of the canyon, or the moon rains will get into the path. Instead, these hooligans brought the great horse, Silver, to a sudden stop. Horses! Horses! He's finished! Now, what's the idea of who are you? Why are you wearing that mask? The Indians are coming this way. What in the... Little Bear and all of these people are trying to rescue this man. They are here with him. I'll be here in a minute. Here they come. I can see them. You men are going to have your hands full. The Indians will think you were after their friend. Now, hold on. Why should they think that? They're not going to leave this Indian with you. Wait a minute. Hold on! I'm not going to pay and pay so good. Chin, time to go, Indian. The hooligans are fairly too subtle of Silver. The Indians fell against Vince Arden and grabbed the leader of the gunman as it's a precious fall. But actually, he dragged Arden from the saddle to the ground. The whole thing happened so fast that the outlaws were bewildered. They saw their leader struggling on the ground with throttle as the masked man dashed away. I'll help you, Vince. Grab the red team. Move off the bar. What about the masked man? Some of the gunman swung from their horses to grab throttle. Others watched the masked man dash out of sight beyond a bend. Then, several decided to go for their guns. But at that time, it was too late. Little Bear and his friends had closed in and assumed that throttle was trying to break away from captors. Several men had drawn guns, and Arden was picked to grasp the situation. Don't fire! Don't start shooting! One shot and their wife is out. Go up your hands from under these red teams. Arden knew it would be hopeless to try to overpower 200 Indians. But boss, they'll make a business. All right, let them. Business will have a change. We try to fight them, we'll be wiped out. Two days later, Hank Finns was launching in front of the small office. When Cal Conway came down the street and stopped. Howdy, sir. Have you had any word about that new skin and friend of yours? Not yet. He had a lot of nerves starting out from the started minds when I was raised. I understand there's a savage bunch of Indians in the canyon. Conway, you know better than that. Those Indians are no more savage than you and me. Never can tell about a red skin. You needn't waste your breath and me, Conway. If something happened to Thunderbark, that'll be yours to win. And not the work of red skin. You know, I have a hard son of a winky that met my pride. Hey, look at that white horse. Hey, that man's man. Well, I'm all the nerves. One of you is Hank too. That's my name, stranger. If you have questions about this mask, you'll probably get answers when Thunderbarking comes back. In the meantime, I have some interesting news for you. I wish I knew that Thunder would be coming back. There's no doubt of that. What do you mean, mister? Perhaps you'll understand when I tell you what happened in the canyon. Everything's done in that canyon. You might have been trying to ambush Thunderbarking. But they had some trouble with Indians, led by a little bear. The gunman was captured by the Indians. What? Captured? They were lucky little bears learned about the white man's law. Instead of killing the gunman, the Indians took them to their villages, prisoners. A gunman were led by Vince Harden. Vince Harden? He's your friend, Conway. If he was there to wail at Thunder, it's because you think, oh, that's a lie. It's a truth. And here are statements to prove it. They're signed by Harden and every one of his men. What? You mean to say you signed? You take the statement, Hank? Hey, these are proof that Conway tried to ambush Thunderbarking. How'd you get those statements? A man came into Little Bear's village soon after the prisoners were brought there. He talked at length to Little Bear. And the Indian chief agreed not to punish the prisoners if they would sign these statements and confessions. What? Harden and his men must have heard stories of Indian punishment. They were quick to sign the document. Conway, you're true. And would you unveil the rest of us to make an honest living? All in praise of honest fighters. Little Bear will turn his captors over to the marshal. They'll make good witnesses against Conway. Yes, sir. Hey, sir. Sir. If you say so, then... Hank, Hank, you wouldn't do... Oh, wouldn't I? You just try to make a break and see how fast that is used. What's going on here, Hank? What's the matter, man? Why are you holding the gun on Conway? Here, sir. These papers will explain it. What's that, man? You won't need me now, Hank. I'll go and meet Conway on Sunday morning. Hold on! Oh, perhaps this post will identify me, sir. I have it, but what... Oh, Silver. I don't know who the masked man is, sir. He brought in these affidavits that'll jail Conway and smash Monopoly on straight. And I've got a hunch he's the one who went to the Indian village to get these confessions. All right, Hank. Put your gun up. I'll take charge of Conway. Now, listen, sir, if I talk to you until you get the court, Conway, I'd sure like to know who that masked man is. Hank, you mean to say you haven't yet? He's the Lone Ranger! The Lone Ranger, 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 Boyd. Listen to the Lone Ranger, brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.