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Even kids can bake a perfect gingerbread with Betty Crocker gingerbread mix. It's guaranteed perfect by Betty Crocker of General Mills Minneapolis, so be sure to bake some next time you do your homework. You'll love it because Betty Crocker gingerbread is the real go-to-the-head-of-the-class kind. With his faithful Indian companion title, the daring and resourceful masquerider 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. Come on, Silver. Let's go, people. Are you Silver? Hello! John Marks, known to everyone as Miser Marks, lives alone in an old house a few miles from Roper City in southern Oklahoma. He wanted to town for supplies only a couple of times a month and four times a year he had a meeting with a banker. Get out of there. Get along there. After one of these meetings he was about halfway home when three men from town suddenly appeared from behind big boulders. They flourished guns and shot it. All right, Marks. Stop where you are. Do what we say or we'll shoot you. Yeah, that's it, Marks. Crowder, what's this mean? Do as you're told and you'll soon find out. See if he's packing a gun, Steve. You take charge of this whole ride. If this is a robbery... He's not armed, Crowder. I didn't think he'd be. He's too stingy to buy a gun. Crowder, you're wasting your time. I'm a poor man. Don't tell us that. We know you call on the banker four times a year. He'll tell you that I don't even have a bank account. Because you keep your cash at home. I learned about you in a roundabout way. You own a lot of bonds and you go to the bank to collect the interest on it. Searching, boys. You'll be sorry. Hey, look here, Crowder. The cash. And here's this bond. Quite a bundle of them. Well, they're worthless to you. They're registered in my name. You can't get anything from them. No, thank you, honey, but leave me the bonds. You've been collecting interest on these bonds for a long time, Mark. You must have a tidy sum hoarded away. Give me those bonds! Hey, you grab the bonds, run them away. Stop real fast! I'm back, you old skin flint. You got him, Crowder? Yeah, warned him. Let's get the bonds. I should've known better to make a break like that. He moved mighty sudden, snatched the bonds right out of my hand. See if he's dead. Yeah. Here he is. Here's the bonds. That's a bad break. Why, we planned to kill him anyhow, so he couldn't tell a law about us. I wanted to make him tell where he's hidden his cash before we shot him. He must be somewhere in his house. Yeah, but now we'll have to search for it. I hope to get it the easy way. Give me those bonds, Jake. I've got everything planned to use the bonds to frame a man for the murder of my Sir Markson, you have. Yeah. With my saddlebags, I have the clues on the evening connection with the plans. I've even picked the man to frame. Why go to all that trouble? Why don't we just take the cash and clear out? There's more cash hidden in Mark's house. I want that too. Let's try to find it before we clear out. With our reputations, the Sheriff is sure to suspect us when he hears of Mark's death. If we clear it out of town, he'll be sure we're guilty. There'll be a man on force. And I don't want to be dodging the law. We've got to get back to town and behave the same as usual until someone's hanged from Mark's murder. Then the case will be closed. And we can go away and live high on the old miser's money. If we can find where it's hidden. It's somewhere in his house. Now go to town and arrange the frame up. I'll take the bonds and some of the money with me. You boys wait here and well, I'm gone. Dig a shallow grave and bury Mark's body. That night, shortly after dark, Tonto, the Indian friend of the Lone Ranger, rode toward Roper City. He intended to camp among the big boulders, which were a familiar landmark. As he turned his paint horse off the trail and approached the rocks, Jake stepped into view. In the moonlight, Tonto could see that he held a gun. Hold it, stranger! Where you going? Like me, camp among trees. You're too late. I've already made camp there and I don't want company. So move on. I mean, I know you there. Now, let me go. Get him up scout. About an hour later, the Lone Ranger, riding from another direction, to the moonlit boulders where he planned to meet Tonto. He also saw a man riding from the direction of town turn off the trail and guide his horse out of sight behind the boulders. Well, well, well. It looks as though someone else is there instead of Tonto. I'd better investigate. Wait here, boy. Leaving silver at ground hitch, a masked man moved silently toward the rocks. Presently, he was near enough to hear voices from you that more than one man occupied the campsite. He moved still closer and heard. When you got through, what'd you do with the clothes you wore? Burned them in the fireplace. Well, I was in Shag's house planting the barn. Did you make sure they were burned complete? So no trace of them will be found. I'm sure it is. Where'd you hide the barns? We need Shag's mattress. And I gave fifty dollars to Shag. He's really framed Titan. Sooner or later, someone will see Mark's horse wandering around until the sheriff. The sheriff will wonder what happened to Mark's. Since his hour, he'll go to Mark's place. Right. As soon as he sees the signs of a robbery, he'll remember how Shag was spending money tonight. And he'll go after Shag. And find the evidence you planted. Mighty slick. We're in the clear. Sure we are. No one even suspects we've been near the miser's place. Of course, an engine saw me here tonight. What engine? Oh, he came here and tended to camp. I sent him on his way. Last I saw him, he was heading towards town. Well, in that case, I reckon we'd love to worry about him. The lone ranger having learned that Tahu had gone to Roper City moved silently away from the rocks. Wondering about the conversation, he was heading for town when Steve said... What are we waiting for, clutter? Let's go to Mark's place and start looking for the cash. It's too risky to go there now. The moonlight's bright enough to read by. Someone right near the house might see our horses. You mean we gotta wait till the moon sets? Yeah. It sets early tonight. We don't have long to wait. Meantime, Tonto waited in Roper City. He sat at a table close to the front window of the cafe and divided his attention between his horse, tethered to the hitch rail outside, and a grizzled old man who sat at a nearby table spending money freely. Hey there, Baldi. I want better service. Tonight I'm a cash customer. All right, all right. Wait a minute. While Tonto watched, the sheriff approached the ragged old fellow. Hi there, Sheriff. Sit down and be my guest. I want to talk to you, Sheriff. Sure thing. You gave Baldi a $50 bill. That's right. He gave me change. I still have it. I've never known you to have more than a couple of dollars at a time. Where'd you get a $50 bill? A stranger gave it to me for holding his horse. You expect me to believe that? It's true. I was standing near the end of the street when this fellow came up but dismounted. He asked me to hold his horse. I saw him walk between a couple of buildings and in a few minutes he was back. He handed me the bill and rode away. You lying old ruin. No one in his right mind would pay that much for holding a horse. Maybe he made a mistake. I thought it was a $1 bill till I got inside here. Wait a minute. What did the stranger look like? Well, he wore a long tail coat and had big bushy whiskers and a shock of black hair. No hat and he had eyeglasses. I never saw anyone like that around town. Neither did I until the night. I'd like to see a fellow like him more often. Sounds mighty thin to me, Shag. If I hear of anyone being robbed of a $50 bill, I'll know just where to look for the Janus stolen. As the sheriff moved away, Tonho glanced through the window and saw the great horse Silver standing next to Scout. He hurried outside. The low rangers standing in the dark alley between the cafe and the hotel with his hat drawn low over his eyes, called softly. Here I am, Tonho. Kimo Sabi. Me not able to camp near Boulder. Yes, I know. I heard the men there speak of you, so I came on to town. We hoped you'd come here. That, by me, ties Scout. Were you sure to see him? That was a good idea. And me not know other place to camp. So me get room in hotel. Oh, here, dark key. You go in back way, no one see mask. I'll take the key, but leave some writing to do before we go to the room. Where we go? To John Marks House. Why we go there? The three men who were camped at the big Boulder were talking about Marks. They said something about a robber in a frame up. We tell Sheriff? Yes. First, I want to know more about the situation at Marks House. Let's go. Be ready. Traveling a roundabout route to avoid passing the men who were camped at the big boulders, the Lone Ranger and Tato soon reached the Meiser's home, leaving their horses concealed in the nearby woods. They approached the dark house and wrapped on the door. After waiting a moment, the mask man tried the door and found it locked. Tato, the situation justifies breaking the lock. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. In every direction, how you, how you do it is a question. And here's what the half of the people have to say. We didn't know what we needed. Then we do, do, do an OK. OK. Sure enough, take Midwestern champions for instance. When Bobby Feller takes the mound, the outfield boys sit on the ground. That Wheaties pitching leaves them there, watching batters fan the air. And when we name our Wheaties crew, big Ted Klazewski's in there too. He'll face those hurlers day or night and knock their fastballs out of sight. Bob Feller and Ted Klazewski both know that Wheaties magic. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Wheaties, breakfast of champions. Keep body through your Wheaties and you, we do, do, do an OK. OK. The wind had set and the three killers rode in darkness toward the small house. Seeing the light beneath the door, they drew rain, left their horses and advanced on foot. Jake found a loose slat in one of the window shutters. Looking inside, he said, Hey, I see the same engine. I chased away from the boulders. He's found a loose rock in the fireplace. We'll go in first. Come on. Don't move. Jake, take us to the right. Why you... I'll ask the questions. What are you doing here, engine man? Me, come look around. We saw you poking around the fireplace. You came to rob the owner of this place, didn't you? No, that's not true. Get some rope, Carter. Good time. Then keep an eye on him while we get what we came for. Right. Now give me your hands, engine. He pulled a loose stone out of the fireplace. I'll see if there's anything behind it. Hey, maybe that's the old man's hiding place. Yeah. Find anything? Yeah. Say, look, paper money. Packageality. Great day. Must be a fortune here. We're rich. Oh, you're not. Patrick Mads. Hold it! Don't try for a gun. Where'd you come from? I was watching the door. I came down the ladder from the attic. Stand over there, all three of you. Keep your hands high. Yeah, I should. Hold your hands toward me, Tutto. I'll cut that rope. Hey, listen to me. We're all in the same game. There, Tutto. Disarm those men. Ah, you came here for the cash, and so did we. Why can't we make a deal? Why should I make a deal? Here, guns. Put them on the table, Tutto, and take that cash. Listen, Mr. It'll be worthwhile to split that money with us. I fixed it, so none of us will be suspected for their robbery. You better listen to Crowder. You'll never get away with stealing that money. Sheriff Craig will get you for sure, unless you cut us in. What can you do to earn a share of the cash? I'll tell you when we're partners. You're covered, man. Sheriff Craig. And his deputy. Drop that gun, or I'll shoot. You two, Indian. We'd better obey, Tutto. Hey, Sheriff, you and your deputy saved our lives. That man spent on the Indian. We're going to kill us. What are you and your pals doing here, Crowder? Well, we were riding by and saw the police lighted. That made us curious, because it's not like Marx to waste candles. We looked through the busted shutter and saw those two stealing that bundle of cash from behind the fireplace rock. We came in, but they got the drop on us. Sounds reasonable. It sounds very convincing, Sheriff. But the truth is Crowder and his friend planned to steal John Marx's money. That's what I'd expect you to claim, mister. Should I handcuff him, Sheriff? Yes, I'll keep him covered. What brought you here, Sheriff? Marx's horse came into town. I wondered what had happened to the old man. Brought my deputy with me to investigate. Here's the bracelets, mister. Stick out your hands. The Lone Ranger seemed submissive. He held his hands toward the deputy, then suddenly lunged for his youth, gave the deputy a hard shrug, and sent him staggering against the sheriff. You take this! At the same instant, Tattoo leafed into action. He drove a fist to the chin of the off-ballon sheriff, while the Lone Ranger swung a fist to the deputy's chin. Both Lom and Ron were full unconscious. The masked man, moving quickly, picked up his gun and said, We're taking this cash, Crowder. But I want to talk to you before we leave. What do you want? Before the sheriff came, he said something about a plan. Well, yeah. Is it too late for your plan to do us any good? My plan will still be worth a lot to you, mister. Room 9 at the Roper City Hotel. Come at midnight. If you think you have something worth half this money... You're all right. You'll find I'm dangerous if you try a double cross. Don't worry, mister. I'm on your side. Roper City Leaving the Miser's house, the Lone Ranger and Tattoo hurried into the woods, mounted their horses, and rode away. Get him off the couch! It was an easy matter for the masked man to enter a rear door of the hotel and reach the first floor room without being seen. In the room, he and Tattoo were alert and expectant at midnight. Stand to one side, Tattoo, and cover me while I open the door. You ready? Hello, Crowley. Still masked, huh? Come in. How do you do? Where are your friends? In the cafe next door. You said you had a plan. I have. You see, I had another gentle frame to take a rap for the robbery. Oh? I'm not telling them until I have my hands on half that cash. You'll have to do a lot more talking before you even see the money. All right. I'll tell you some more. Well, I dressed in a fancy disguise and gave an old fella $50 to hold my horse for 10 minutes. I knew he'd spend the cash free and easy and make the sheriff suspicious. He did just that. What has that to do with the Marks robbery? The sheriff thinks the old fella's explanation of how he got the money's money thin. If he has any idea the critter had a hand in robbing Marks, he'll search his place. There, he'll find more of Mark's money and all of Mark's bonds. A frame up, huh? Yeah, and a good one. Did you have that all set before you went to Mark's house to steal the rest of his money? Sure. By sacrificing the bonds and cash we'd get away clear with all the hoarded cash. I don't see how your plan helps me. The sheriff thinks Tuttleire the thieves. The sheriff doesn't know it yet, but there were two crimes. Two? Stealing the cash at Mark's house was a second. The first was when Marks was on his way home from town. That's when we killed him and robbed him of the bonds. Killed? Yeah. That's a hanging crime. Oh. That's the one the old man will pay for. The bonds and his possession will convict him for sure. Well, Carter, now I have a story to tell. Well, make it short. All right. When the sheriff returned to town, he found me waiting to talk to him. What? I showed him credentials that convinced him I was no thief. He then agreed to come here and listen to what you had to say. Come here? Yes. I have been sitting in the adjoining room just beyond that party open door. They heard all you said. Don't go! Good work, mister. I hoped you'd be able to avoid gunplay. Oh, you hit him plenty hard on chin. Here's his gun, sheriff. Thanks. Put the handcuffs on him, deputy. Right. I reckon he won't trick me like the mass man did. Take him to jail and go to the café and get his pals. Later that night, the sheriff and his deputies sat in the jail office. It reminds me, sheriff. The mass man showed you papers that made you sure he's no crook. Yeah. Did the papers tell who he is? They didn't give his name but they identified him as the Lone Ranger. Here, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Trenvil Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Foy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.