A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hi-yo silver. The Lone Ranger. Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the oat cereal that's ready to eat. Benny Crocker Mixes and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions. Present by special recording, The Lone Ranger. Country in every direction, but how you're doing is a question. And here's what the happy people have to say. Wee-do, oh, wee-do, and we do an okay, okay. Hi there. This is The Lone Ranger speaking. Out here in the West, we have a couple of champions who are really doing okay. Champion Bob Maynard. He can grab a thousand-pound steer by the horns and toss it to the ground like it was a three-day-old calf. And bronc-busting champ Bob Burroughs. The way he can stick on a mean, side-winding bronc, you'd think he was glued to the saddle. They're both great rodeo champions and both eat Wheaties. Have been ever since they were youngsters. That's a good example to follow. Keep on eating your Wheaties. And you'll be do, do, do, do, and I'll be okay. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful mask rider 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, big fella. I'm Silver. Hooray! Colonel Corliss at Fort Hobbs near the Mexican border walked the floor of his headquarters office as he spoke forcefully to Captain Lennox. I tell you, Captain, something has to be done and done quickly. Hey, we must find the men who are smuggling rifles and ammunition to the Indians in this territory. Yes, sir. But so far we haven't been able to find a trace of them. Yes, I know that. The Red Feather may be gathering the tribes to move against this fort. We haven't enough men or ammunition to withstand a siege. I know that only too well. Captain, send another courier to Fort Territ explaining the situation. Tell them we need reinforcements desperately. Yes, sir. I'll send the dispatch at once. You might also mention the fact that rifles and ammunition are being smuggled to the Indians in this territory. Yes, sir. I'll send the dispatch. It'll make them realize just what we're up against out here. It was sunset when the lone ranger and his Indian companion, Tonto, stopped in a grove about ten miles east of Fort Hobbs and prepared to camp for the night. Oh, scouts. Oh, fella. Easy, big fella. Easy, scouts. Easy, fella. This grove will make a good campsite, Tonto. Ah. The settlement where the Indian massacre occurred yesterday isn't very far from here. Well, me hear from Indian friend, it's Chief Redfeather, have braves go on warpath. That surprises me. From what I've learned of Redfeather, there must be a good reason for the way he's acting. That's right. We think maybe... Someone's in trouble on the trail. Let's go. Easy, he's got easy, come on. Get him out of the couch. Fella coming this way. Three Indians, fella. Use your guns, Tonto. We'll drive them off. Indians, turn. Leave. Yes, close over. Hold. Hold. Hold. Thanks for driving off the Redskins. They all... You're masked. Forget the mask, soldier. We're friends. Well, you saved my life, so the mask doesn't matter. All three of those Redskins carried rifles. So I noticed. I'm heading for Fort Terrell for the dispatch. I think you'll be able to go on now without further interference. Oh, uh, how are matters at Fort Hobbs? The colonel fears an attack. The Indians are getting rifles and ammunition from someone, but we can't find out who's supplying them. Uh, why has Redfeather gone on the warpath? Do you know? He claims an Indian hunting party was massacred by whites. That happened two weeks ago. Oh, I see. Well, thanks again for helping me, mister. I'll move on now. Adios. Adios. Adios. Get up there. Get on. Get on. Get on. Get on. No, it's not good, Kimo Sambi. We'll move closer to Fort Hobbs in the morning, Toto. We'll see if there's anything we can do to help the situation. The following night in Hobbs City, the settlement just outside the fort, two men were in the cafe at a remote table. One of them was saying, I've been trying to convince the chief that he ought to attack the fort before reinforcements come from Fort Terrace. He's called a powwow of the tribes in the valley to talk it over tonight. You knew that was a good idea of yours to massacre that Indian hunting party two weeks ago? Sure. Gave us a ready market for those used rifles we bought so cheap just across the border. And we've been paid off well so far with the loot the Redskins got in their raids. You know, I was thinking maybe we ought to pull another incident. And to rise them enough to move against the fort right away. There's plenty of gold in there, I reckon. Yeah. That is a good idea, Sandy. Look, Redfeather's son, Mua, is to ride to the border and wait at the big rock for us to come with the rifles. Then he's to escort us back to the village. Well, we'll meet him on the trail and plug him before he gets there. Then we'll get the rifles and come back. I know where the village is. The Indians won't bother us. When we tell Redfeather that his son was killed by a couple of troopers, he'll get all the tribes to move against the fort right away. Hey, that's the answer, Griff. We better get going early, says not to Miss Mua. All right. Let's go. Meantime, the lone ranger and Tottle had moved into the hills near Hobbes City. They had just returned to a campsite they'd selected earlier after making a trip to the outskirts of the settlement. As the two men prepared to unsaddle Silver and Scout, they heard a shot from down the trail. That come short way down trail. Yes, we'll go investigate. Maybe up. Listen. Sound like two riders. Yes, let's go. Steady. Easy, Scout. Easy, fella. Move, silly. Get him up, Scout. Moon, plenty bright. That's a help. I think I see a figure lying on the trail, Tottle. That right. Easy horse and cider trail. Tottle, it's an Indian. Let me turn him over. The pulse is still beating. Kimosabe. Him son of a red feather. Are you sure? Him named Mua. If he dies, it means plenty of trouble. We'll take him back to our camp and give him first aid. The bullet went fairly low on the shoulder, but I think we can pull him through. All right, let's get him to camp. At the Lone Ranger's camp, Tottle, who was bending over the still unconscious Mua, suddenly straightened up, listening. Kimosabe. What is it, Tottle? Wardrums. You hear them? Yes, it means trouble. Ah. You think it mean Indians get ready to attack fort? It will mean a massacre if they do. That right. Tottle, the colonel must be warned. You stay with Mua. Do all you can to bring him through. I'll head for the fort. It risky, Kimosabe. I'll take the risk. I'll warn the men at the fort, then I'll come back here. We can make Mua pull through. Maybe the one chance to stop the attack. The fort isn't far away, Tottle. I won't be going long. You said to me, Philip. Adios. Adios. Monsignor. At the fort, Colonel Corliss looked up as the captain entered his office. Colonel, a masked man wrote to the gates. We have him under guard, but he insists that he must talk to you. He says he brought important news. Bring him in, Captain. Yes, sir. Sergeant, bring in the masked man. Yes, sir. What's the meaning of this, sir? Colonel, I came to warn you. The Indians are planning to attack the fort at once. How could you know that? Does this silver bullet mean anything to you, sir? Huh? Silver bullet, eh? No, I... Wait a minute. You spoke of an Indian, Tottle. That's right. Captain, did you see this man's horse? Yes, sir. He rode a big white stallion. Huh? Why, Senator, I've heard of you, sir. You have ordered an ambush against the troopers of Fort Stockton a couple of months ago. Colonel Morris told me about you. I've known Colonel Morris for many years. Yes, of course, of course. Captain, see this man safely through the gauge. Yes, sir. Thanks, Colonel. Adios. Goodbye, sir, and good luck. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. Say, kids, I bet your mothers remember when baking an angel food cake was a dreaded task. Well, it's a joy with Betty Crocker angel food cake mix. All the fine ingredients are right in the package, including the whites of 13 eggs and a special General Mills angel food flour. You just add water, beat, and bake. That's all for the highest, lightest angel food you've ever seen. In fact, it bakes up higher than any cake you can bake with the whites of 13 eggs. Mmm, and so delicious. And there's no guesswork. To turn out a perfect angel food every time. In fact, Betty Crocker guarantees a perfect cake. Angel perfect every time you bake. Cake after cake after cake. Absolutely perfect. All right, General Mills, Minneapolis, Minnesota for your money back. And Betty Crocker angel food goes so perfectly with any one of your favorite summer ice creams. You'll want to have it often. Someday soon, ask Mom to bake up a perfect Betty Crocker angel food cake. A light summer dessert for the whole family. Now to continue. Leaving the fort hurriedly, the Lone Ranger headed back toward the camp, where Tonto was waiting with the chief son, Mua. Meantime, deciding that the sight of Mua's body would infuriate the Indians to a greater pitch, Griff suggested that Sandy and Jeff go back and get the body, while the Indians were dancing to the war drums. The two men stopped at the place where they had shot down Mua. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Hey, Lou. The body's gone. I wonder if... By the gallop beyond the bend. Let's ride into the arroyo, quick. Right. Come on, get up, come on. Get up, come on. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy. Hey. It was a masked hombre, yeah. Look, he's turned off and is heading for that grove back there. We'll leave the horses here and sneak over there on foot. I'm curious about him. So am I. What? Let's go. The lone ranger rode into camp and hastily dismounted him. A moment later, he stood waiting beside Mua, as Tonto gave the wounded Indian a drink of water. The lone ranger asked... Has he said anything yet, Tonto? Him just come to. Him ask for water. Now maybe him able to talk. Mua, you listen. Me, Tonto, mask man, friend, we hear shot, find you on trail. Last night, we try plenty good medicine to make you better. Mua, Tonto, friend. Do you know who tried to kill you, Mua? Two bale-faced. Them get rifle for Red Feather. Them go for more. Mua, go to bring him to the village. Them meet Mua on trail. Then try to kill. I see. Kimo Sabe. Silver, give a warning. Yes. He's looking off to the side. Help me pull Mua behind that boulder quick. Let me do it. There. Just in time. That shot came among the trees over there. Let's get out of here. Two men run through trees. Maybe if you hurry, you'll catch them. Let them go. Right now, we have to get Mua out of the Indian village as quickly as possible. After replacing Mua's bandage and making him as comfortable as possible on his horse, the lone ranger and Tonto set out with the wounded Indian for Red Feather's village. They were forced to move at an easy pace. By the time they reached the village, the Indian braves were already gone. Close it. Let's go. Red Feather take braves of many tribes. Them go to attack fort. Pale faces tell them, Chief Red Feather, that Mua killed by two troopers. The men who brought the rifles wanted the Indians to attack the fort, Tonto. That's why they tried to kill Mua. That's right. Make Mua comfortable in his father's wigwam. I'll try to reach Red Feather before the attack begins. Adios. Adios. Mon filet. Racing against time, the lone ranger urged the great horse, Silver, along the trail toward the fort. Faster, big fellow, faster. Mon filet. As he came close to the fort, the sound of battle was heard. The attack has already begun. Must get through to Red Feather. Mon filet. On a ridge overlooking the valley approach to the fort, Red Feather and the three white men, with a few under-chieftains, sat on their horses watching the attack. Hey, big fellow. Aye. Aye, Chief Red Feather. Aye. Man of the mask wants friends of Red Feather. Him wants say pale-faced want peace, not want to harm Indians. Me find him talk with truck it down. No. No, great chief. I spoke the truth. Those who bring you rifles spoke with crooked tongues. You must stop the attack on the fort. Troopers killed son of Red Feather. No. Muwa is not dead. He rests now on the wigwam of his father. He's lying, Red Feather. We saw Muwa shot down. You and your two friends shot Muwa. You aroused the Indians against the fort. Aye, you dirty lying cold cat. Hold it. No! My arm! Get him down, Sandy Lou! Taylor! Taylor! At the chief's word, the other Indians moved close and grabbed both Sandy and Lou, pinning their arms back and winding lariats quickly around them. Red Feather will go to village to see if man of the mask speak the truth. Wait, Chief Red Feather. Stop the attack until you do go to the village. If I have not spoken the truth, I shall be your prisoner. You may order the attack renewed. Ah. Ma-a-te! Ma-a-te! Ma-a-te! Ma-a-te! Drums will call my braves from the attack. That is good, Red Feather. But if Muwa are not alive and at my wigwam, then the attack shall continue and you shall die. Now we go to village. Aye. Let's go to village. Inside the fort, the colonel anxiously watched the attack from one of the ramparts. Colonel, we can't hold out long. The ammunition is getting lower. I was afraid of that. Look, the Indians are leaving. The drummers must be a signal for them to stop their attacking. Thank heaven. Cease fire! Cease fire! Well, come on. We'll check the losses and check the rounds of ammunition that each man has left. For an hour or more, all was quiet. The Indians had disappeared over the ridge, and the troopers waited tensely for a renewed attack. The colonel and the captain stood in the watchtower near the main gate, scanning the distant ridge. Suddenly, the captain pointed and spoke excitedly. Look, Colonel, a group of Indians are coming over the ridge now. We'd better start firing. No, wait. They're white men, are those Indians, and they're carrying a white flag. I can't quite make out. Captain, the masked man is with him. Tell them to open the gate. Yes, sir. Sergeant, open the gate! Yes, sir! I'll go down to meet them. There's a mask on, Braywood. Yeah, three other white men. Oh, there we go! Red Feather and a few of the tribal chiefs have come to talk peace with you, Colonel. Ah, braves of Red Feather on the way back to Indian village. Them not attack anymore. Chief Red Feather has made a wise decision. Since you broke the peace treaty... Pardon me, Colonel. Red Feather was led to believe the treaty was broken by the white men. The son of Chief Red Feather told us everything. I don't understand. These three men, whom we brought here as prisoners, attack an Indian hunting party two weeks ago and kill them all. They shot Red Feather's son and left him for dead last night. How do you know all this? Tal and I found Mua, the chief's son, and attended his wound. Just before Red Feather and the rest of us left his village to come here, Mua told us he met these men on the trail to bring them to his father's village. Before they shot him, they boasted to Mua about killing the hunting party to start trouble. Ah, that's Trand and Tonto, fine son of chief. Use good medicine. Make Mua to live. Him say these pale faces shoot him. Them come to village later, tell Red Feather attack port, get revenge. They still don't understand where they shot the chief's son. These three men had smuggled rifles to sell. They broke the peace between the Indians and the whites. Then talked Red Feather into taking the rifles and paying them off in loot. Ah, that right. Them think more soldiers soon come to fort. So them shoot Mua on trail and blame troopers. Them want Red Feather to attack fort, quick. So that's it. Captain, see that those three men are held for trial. Yes, sir. Take them away, Sergeant. Yes, sir. All right, come on. All right, big. Come on, come on. Red Feather, you and your chieftains may go in peace. The great white father will understand why you went on the warpath. But if you go on the warpath again, you'll be severely punished. We leave now in peace. Red Feather not go on warpath again. It good we have friends like men who wear masks. Hurrah! My friend, you saved the day for us. I'm eternally grateful. Thanks, Colonel Corliss. Our concern is the same. To bring about an understanding that will ensure peace in the West for all time between the Indians and our own people. We could use more men like you and your Indian friends here. Thank you. You have nothing more to fear. You're right, sir. I'm sure the reinforcements I sent for will come to augment my garrison. Well, Tom and I must leave now. But we'll see you again, Colonel. Adios. Adios, my friend. There goes the funnest example of American manhood I've ever met, Captain. Yes, sir. But may I ask, just who is that masked man? He's our watchdog of liberty and justice in the West, Captain. He's the Lone Ranger. Is produced by Pendle 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.
