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On his way. He's on his way. On his way. Get on your way. With Wheaties. Club champions of A-Sot Sports. Yes, sir. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with Wheaties. Breakfast of champions. 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. Are you, Silver? Hooray! It was a pitch-black night when the year's heaviest rainstorm lashed the hills, flooded the streams, and beat against a log house in a desolate mountain area. For the past two years, the house had been a hideaway for a small, shifty-eyed man whose name, according to handbills offering a reward for his capture, was Baldy Bryson. By the light of an open fireplace, Baldy was cleaning the rifle and six-gun that were never far from his side when he heard a rap on the door. Now, who can that be? Baldy loaded his six-gun as he crossed the room to the heavily bolted door. Hey, Baldy. You in there? Who are you? Moose Varney. Who do I sound like? Moose Varney! Just a minute. Oh, I'm glad to see you, Moose. Come on in. I hope you'd still be here in the room right now. Yep, I've stayed here. Safest place I know of. But it's been mighty lonesome since a year ago when you did that. When I got bristless and made the fool mistake of going to Boxville for my life. Moose! I never could figure out how the sheriff in Boxville knew you were wanted and got the drop on you. You think Sheriff Pendle cut me? Well, I didn't know. All I knew was what I heard in the Crossroads store near here. Yeah? What was that? You were caught, tried, and jailed for 20 years in the territorial prison. That's true. But it wasn't Sheriff Pendle who cut me. It was a lone ranger. And for that, I'm going to kill him. How'd you get out of jail? I was there, trustee. Working in the warden's office. When my chance came, I knocked out the warden, forged his name to a pass, and walked right through the gate. Yeah, it's mighty slick. You know, while I was in prison, I learned a lot. I learned how we could get the lone ranger. Yeah? Also, I talked to a man who was doing time for embezzlement. He'd been a bookkeeper for the railroad. I know all about gold shipments. One train to hold up will make us rich. Two of us can't rob a train. There'll be five of us. Who are the other three? Blaze Lofkin and the two Martin brothers. I've heard of them, but I don't know them. I don't know them either. But I do know they're mighty tough hombres and fast gunslingers. And I reckon they've heard of me. Everyone's heard of you, Moose. You know, I figure Blaze and the Martins will be glad to work with me. Especially if they know there's a chance to square things with a lone ranger. They got grudges against him? Yeah. They did three years in jail because of him. I told them to come here if they were interested. Yeah? I'll hide out. That's right. I gave them directions for finding the place. And I'll bet they'd show up. A few days later, the lone ranger and Toto riding along the floor of the canyon noticed that the river running through the canyon was much wider and deeper than usual. I've never seen the river as high as this Toto. It was even higher. Several feet higher just after the rain. That's right. High water mark on canyon wall. Yes, I noticed it. The entire floor of the canyon was underwater. What if the bridge is damaged? Bridge? Across the top of canyon. Water does not go that high. Oh, but the timbers that support the center of the bridge are anchored on each bank of the river. The flood washed out those timbers. The bridge... We'll soon know Kimasabi. Turn in canyon just ahead. Then we see bridge. Come on, sir. Come, scouts. Come, fella. Both the masked man and his Indian companion were watching for the bridge as their horses followed the bend in the canyon. Toto, the timbers are down. Let me see. That bridge is no longer safe. There's a big... There's a big... Man on horse start over bridge from far back. He can't see it. The timbers are down. You on the bridge. Go back. Him not hear you. Shot might get his attention. Man, look this way. Go back. Him not pay attention. Let's go, Mr. Lasting Hoster. Oh, fella. While the falling man and horse were in midair, the lone ranger leaped from the saddle and began to unbuckle his gun belt. Man in water now. Stay on the bank and be ready with the rope. I'll try to get him. The masked man pulled off his boots, tossed his hat to trotter and plunged into the water. He swam hard, angling against the current toward the man in midstream. His hat was made more difficult and dangerous by the floating wreckage of the bridge. But presently, he reached the motionless form. On the shore, Toto held his rope coiled ready to throw as he moved along the bank to stay abreast of the lone ranger, who with his burden was carried downstream by the current. Inch by inch, the masked man neared the shore. Then Toto threw his lariat. On the dry bank of the river, the masked man soon learned that his effort to save a life had been wasted. He's dead, Toto. Hard-blown head. Maybe that's what killed him. Looked like skull broken. He was probably struck by part of the bridge. His horse not hurt. Horse reached banks near Ben downstream. Him come this way. Toto, we know this man. I didn't notice his face until I pushed his hair back. Ah, me remember. Him, a outlaw. Blaze Lothrin. That's right. We captured him three, four years ago. Well, his death is no loss to society. He has a letter in his pocket written in pencil. Uh-huh. And who writes to Blaze? Moose Varney. The hymn, Outlaw 2? Yes. He wrote this letter just after he escaped from prison a few weeks ago. And he mentions us. What in faith? This letter is an invitation to join Moose Varney and his partner. Listen to this part, Toto. Moose says, I have inside information that will make it easy for us to do two things. One, get away with $50,000. Two, trap and kill the Lone Ranger and Toto. Oh. What's he mean by inside information? I'd like to know. Let her tell where Moose hides? Yes, it gives directions and landmarks to reach the hideout. We take law there? We might capture Moose, but we'd never learn what inside information he has. That's right. For him, plenty tight-lipped. According to this letter, Moose has never seen Blaze Varney. I could pose as Blaze. What came a sabi? Lighten my skin to look like prison pallor. Put a white streak through my hair. Ride Blaze's horse. Yes, I'm sure I could fool Moose Varney long enough to learn a few things. You'd take plenty big risks. I'll give you a copy of the direction for reaching the hideout so you can bring the sheriff and a posse. Blaze's horse here now. There's a waterproof covering on that blanket roll. See if Blaze carried extra clothing, will you? I'll be looking. We're about the same size. I could wear his clothes. The wrap Blaze Lockskin in a blanket and tie in the silver saddle so you'll be able to take him to Sheriff Prindle in Boxville. Here, dry clothes, Kimasabi. Good. I'll change the those and disguise my face. What can we do with your clothes? Pack them in silver saddlebags and take them with you. But then wet, Kimasabi. We build fire, dry them out, then pack them. All right, Tonto. There's no hurry about reaching Boxville, but I want to reach Moose Varney as soon as possible. After the lone ranger, disguised as Blaise Lock and rode away on the outlaw's horse, Tonto spent about an hour drying and packing the clothing of his friend. He was extinguishing the fire he'd built when the Martin brothers approached to the top of the canyon some distance away. Oh, oh, oh, oh, boy. Keb, the bridge is down. That means we'll have to go around the canyon to reach Moose Varney's place. Yeah, that'll be five or six hours of riding. Yeah, that'll ride five or six days to get the lone ranger. Hey, Keb, speaking of the lone ranger, look down there, downstream on the floor of the canyon. White horse, a paint horse, and an Indian. That looks like the lone ranger's horse. It is. The engine is puddle. Something across the saddle with a white horse. Looks like a man's body wrapped in a blanket. It is. Maybe Moose Varney's killed the lone ranger. That's what he said in his letter he planned to do. We gotta know. The engine is starting downstream leading silver. 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It was after dark when Toto reached the town of Boxville. He left the horses in the open area behind the sheriff's office and entered the office through the back door. A short time later, the Martin brothers who had followed Toto from the canyon and left their horses some distance behind the sheriff's office walked softly through the darkness. They were nearing an open window when they heard the lawman exclaim, Blaise Loftin. How do I use those? That's the sheriff's voice. What's he saying about Blaise Loftin? I'd like to know. The back room is open. Let's go close and listen. Yeah, maybe we'll find out about the dead man. The man has to be learned man dead. No danger take good look at faith. Dead man, Blaise Loftin. He must have been the hand of faith to put him on that bridge when he went down. Did you leave the body in the canyon? No. We wrap it in blanket and put it on silver. Bring it here. I'll go. Wait, wait. Lone Ranger not want anyone know Blaise dead. Why do you want to keep it secret? In Blaise's pocket, Lone Ranger find letter from Moose Barney. Written after you escape. That's right. Hey, according to that, if he's lost, then inside the blank. Quiet. Moose asks Blaise to hide out. Tell him how get there. In say, big robbery plan. He's trying to let a moose center. Be quiet, will you, Deke? Lone Ranger the sky is safe. Change clothes, ride outlaw's horse, intake letters, and go to hideouts. We have copy of the letters. Hey, Chad, come with me. Where to? Get to our horses. All right, Deke, but I'd like to hear some more. We've heard enough to know that the Lone Ranger went to Moose Barney's hideout. He's probably there by this time. Yeah, posing as Blaise Lofgren. What a surprise he'll have when we tell Moose the truth. You figure I'm starting for the hideout right now? Sure, the sooner the better. We'll ride all night to get there easy. Come on, get up. The following morning, Moose and Baldy Bryson sat in the hideout cabin drinking coffee. The Lone Ranger, playing the part of Blaise Lofgren, had not yet come out of the bedroom. Moose, what do you think, Blaise? Well, he's a mighty smooth talking hombre. I like the way he wears his guns, tied low. Sure looks as if he knew how to handle it. He's wreckage proof of that. When are you going to tell him the plan? I don't know. Morning. Well, howdy. We didn't know you were up. We didn't hear you open the bedroom door. Any reason why I should make a noise opening the door? No, no, of course not. Sit down here at the table please. Thanks. I'll have your ham and eggs ready in no time. I'll pour your coffee. Thanks again. I reckon you heard me saying some complimentary things about you. I heard you say you didn't know when you tell me your plan. I've waited since last night to hear them. That's long enough. I figured on waiting until the Martin brothers got here. There's no use going over everything twice. You're not sure the Martins are coming? No, but you may be dead sure I'm leaving, unless I know what you have in mind. I don't mind telling you, your letter mentioned inside information. Yeah. What information have you concerning the Lone Ranger? I know he's a good friend of a certain Padre. Where'd you learn that? From the chaplain at the prison. What do you plan to do about it? We'll send a letter to the Padre, seeing how badly the Lone Ranger's needed in a certain place. Like, for example, this hideout. And if he did come here, what would you do? Plenty. We'd capture him and his Indian pile, hog time, and get square for a lot of things before we finally put him out of their misery. You mentioned a $50,000 deal. It's a railroad robbery. Prisoners full of men who tried to rob trains and failed. Yeah, but we won't fail. I know just when payroll cash is sent to the gold mine region, now it's guarded. I've got all the facts. What did you get him? From a man in prison. He worked for the railroad. What's his name? Well, I don't know if I should mention him. What's his name? Why not tell him, Moose? All right. It's Joe West. I'll have to hear a lot more about your plans before I agree to go along with you. Moose, two horsemen are outside. Grab your gun. Be ready for trouble. I see them through the window. They're this mountain. Do they look like lawmen? No, but they look alike. Could be the Martin brothers. Who is it? It's Martin and Jeff. You and Baldy cover the door. Are you Moose funny? You should be expecting it. Anyone I'm expecting carries the letter I lose. Here's your letter. Come on in Jensen. Welcome here. This is Baldy Bryson. And this is Blaise Loughgren. You say Blaise Loughgren? That's right. I'm downright proud to meet you Mr. Loughgren. We've heard a lot about you. We sure have. Folks talk a lot about those guns of yours too. They tell me you're a dead shot with them. While Deke Martin stood facing the Lone Ranger, Jeb crossed to the far side of the room so he was behind the back of the man who posed as Blaise Loughgren. Chance, why don't you sit down? Hey, Blaise, your coffee's getting cold. I'll serve the ham and eggs and start some more. Just a minute. Before we sit on, I'd like to examine Mr. Loughgren's gun. In that case, you'll save a lot of time by sitting down. You mean you don't intend to let me see your guns? That's exactly what I mean. Well, there's no use starting an argument. If Blaise don't want to draw his gun, we'll draw for him. Get your hands. Why are you drawing on Blaise? Blaise Loughgren's dead. This man took his horse clothes and letter and come here in his place. You better be sure of that. I'm dead sure. Yip and I were behind the sheriff's office where we saw Blaise Loughgren's body wrapped in a blanket. And we heard Tonto telling the sheriff about the Lone Ranger's plan to come here disguised as Blaise. The Lone Ranger moved with speed born of desperation. He grabbed Deke's gun hand and twisted his arm. In an instant Deke became a human shield between his brother and the Lone Ranger. Shoot you kill your brother. Suddenly the grip on Deke's arm was released almost at the same instant. One bullet broke Moose Varney's arm. But the Lone Ranger didn't know it. White fire seemed to explode in his brain. His gun dropped. He dropped to the floor with blood showing on the side of his head. Hold on. If he's alive, let's keep him alive until he wakes up. And we'll really make him sweat. Hey, the window, an Indian. Knee six, crook. Tonto poured through the window, hitting Deacon one leg and Baldy in the hand. Jeb was about to fire at the Indian when the sheriff's six-gun spoke from the doorway. Seeing the sheriff followed by two deputies, the wounded outlaws knew it would be suicide to continue the fight. Tonto leaped through the broken window and rushed to the side of his wounded friend. The sheriff and his deputies sat in the hideaway cabin guarding their handcuffed prisoners while Tonto worked in the bedroom dressing the lone ranger's wound. The sheriff was saying, Moose, I reckon you know where you're going. Back to prison. And Baldy's going with you this time. The law's hunted him for a long time. You've got nothing on us, sheriff. Well, Deke, maybe you and your brother never heard of a charge of attempted murder. But you'll hear plenty about it when you go on trial. With your record, you get a long time in jail. I wish I'd killed that lone ranger. Well, if you had, all four of you would hang. Carnival. Sheriff, me, fixed wounds. How is the lone ranger? Bullet grazed head. Hurt plenty, but not serious. Thank the good Lord for that. The worst thing that could happen to the West would be to lose the lone ranger. A copyrighted feature of The Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. 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