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Foreign welcome to the Old Time Radio Westerns. I'm your host, Andrew Rines and I'm excited to bring you another episode absolutely free. This is one of over 80 episodes released monthly for your enjoyment. Now let's get into this episode. A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty hio. 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, Betty Crocker mixes and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions. Present by special recording, the Lone Ranger. All over the country in every direction. How you. How you doing? Is a question a new one. Happy people have to say. 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 e tweeties have been ever since they were youngsters. That's a good example to follow. Keep on eating your Wheaties and you'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 fell. I s 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. 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 Dreadfeather may be gathering the tribes to move against this fort. We haven't enough men or ammunition to withstand the siege. I know that only too well, Captain. Send another courier to Fort Territt 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 A 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 Toto stopped in a Grove about 10 miles east of Fort Hobbs and prepared to camp for the night. This grill will make a good campsite tunnel. The settlement where the Indian massacre occurred yesterday isn't very far from here. Me here from Indian friend. It 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 right? Me think maybe someone's in trouble on the trail. Let's go. Get him out of Coming this way. Three Indians follow. Use your guns, Tutto. We'll drive them off. Turn. Leave. Yes. Hose over. Hold. Thanks for driving off the redskins. They all your mast? Forget the mast, soldier. We're friends. Well, you saved my life, so the mast doesn't matter. All three of those redskins carried rifles. So I noticed. I'm heading for Fort Tarrant with a dispatch. I think you'll be able to go on now without further interference. Oh? 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. 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. I see. Thanks again for helping me, mister. I'll move on now. Adios. Adios. Adios. Get up there. Get on. Get on. Get on. News not good, Kimasabi. We'll move closer to Fort Hobbs in the morning. Totto. 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 know, 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 the raids. You know, I was thinking maybe we ought to pull another incident to arise em enough to move against the fort right away. There's plenty of gold in there. I reckon that Is a good idea, Sandy. Look, Redfeather's son Mua is to ride to the border and wait at the Big Rock Forest 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. You get all the tribes to move against the fort right away. Hey, that's the answer, Griffin. We better get going early so as not to miss Moa. All right, let's go. Meantime, the Lone Ranger and Tottle had moved into the hills near Hob 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. Listen. Sound like two riders. Yes. Let's go. Steady. Easy scout. Easy, fellow. Get him up. Scout moon plenty bright. That's a help. I think I see a figure lying on the trail. Turtle. That's right. DC Force and Cider Trail. Easy for it's an Indian. He turn him over. PS Are still beating Kimasabi. Him son of Red Feather. Are you sure? Ah, 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 Rangers camp, Toto, who was bending over the still unconscious Mua, suddenly straightened up, listening. Kimosabe. What is it, Tato? War drums. You hear them? Yes. It means trouble. Me think it mean Indians get ready to attack fort. It will mean a massacre if they do. Isn't that right, Tato? 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, Kimasabi. 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. May be the one chance to stop the attack. The fort isn't far away. Tado. I won't be gone long. Adios. Adios, Monsoon. At the fort, Colonel Corliss looked up as the captain entered his office. Colonel, A masked man rode to the gates. We have him under guard. But he insisted 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, 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? Silver bullet does. No. Wait a minute. You spoke of an Indian, Tonto. That's right, Captain. Did you see this man's horse? Yes, sir. He rode a big white stallion by. Senator. I've heard of you, sir. You avoided 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 gates. 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. Or write 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 Toto was waiting with the chief's 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. Big Lou, the body's gone. Say, I wonder if. Listen. Someone's coming. At a gallop beyond the bend. Let's ride into the arroyo Quakeri. Come on. Get him. Come on. Get him over easy. Hey, it was a masked hombre. Yeah. Look. He's turned off and is heading for that grove back there. We leave the horses here and sneak over there on foot. Curious about him. So am I. Let's go. The Lone Ranger rode into camp and hastily dismounted. A moment later, he stood waiting beside Mua. As Tato gave the wounded Indian a drink of water, Balloon Ranger asked, is there anything yet? Taro him had just come to. Him asked for water. Now maybe him able to talk. Mua, you listen. Me Tonto Maskman friend. We hear shot find you and trail last night. We try plenty good medicine make you better. Mua old life to Tano. Friend. Do you know who tried to kill you? Mua. Two Pale face. Them get rifle for Red Feather. Them go for more. Muwa go to bring them to village. Them meet Ohan trail, then try to kill. I see Kemosabi. Silver give a warning? Yes. He's looking off to the side. Help me pull Mua behind that boulder. Quick. There. Just in time. That shot came from among the trees over there. Two men run through trees. Maybe if you hurry, you'll catch him. Let them go right now. We have to get Mua to 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 Tato set out with the wounded Indian for Red Feathers village. They were forced to move at an easy pace. By the time they reached the village, the Indian braves were already gone. Red Feather take braves of many tribes. Them go to attack Fort Pale Faces. Tell them Chief Red Feather that Muah killed by two troopers. The men who brought the rifles. One of the Indians to attack the fort Taro. That's why they tried to kill Mua. That's right. Make Mua comfortable in his father's wigwam. I'll try to reach Redfeather before the attack begins. Adios. Adios. Racing against time, the Lone Ranger urged the great horse Silver along the trail toward the fort. Faster, big fellow. Faster. Come on, Silver. As he came close to the port, the sound of battle was heard. The attack has already begun. Must get through the Red Feather 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. Silver. Ho. Easy, big fella. Ay, Chief Red Feather, man of the mask, wants friends. A Red Feather. Him once say Pale face want peace. Not want to harm Indians. Me find him talk with crooked tongue. No, no, great chief. I Spoke the truth. Those who bring you rifles spoke with crooked tongue. You must stop the attack on the fort. Troopers killed Son of Red Feather. No. Muwha is not dead. He rests now on the wigwam of his father. He's lying. Red Feather. We saw Mua shot down you and your two friends shot Muah. You aroused the Indians against the fort. Why, you dirty lion. Cold cat. No. My arms. Get him down. Sandy. Lou. Taylor. Taylor. At the chief's words, the other Indians moved close and grabbed both Sandy and Lou, pinning their arms back and winding lariats quickly around them. Redfeather will go to village to see if men of the mask speak the truth. Wait, Chief Redfeather. Stop the attack until you do go to the village. I have not spoken the truth. I shall be your prisoner. You may order the attack. Renewed drums will call my braves from the attack. That is good, Redfeather. But if Mu are not alive and at my wigwam, then the attack shall continue and you shall die. Now we go to village. Inside the port, 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 a pretty. Look. The Indians are leaving. Drum. This must be a signal for them to stop their attacking. Thank heaven. 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 better start firing. Wait, men. With those Indians. They're carrying a white flag. I can't quite make up. Tap him. The mask man is with him. Tell the men to open the gate. Yes, sir. Martin, open the gate. Yes, sir. Open the gate. I go down to meet them and three other white men. Red Feather and a few of the tribal chiefs have come to talk peace with you, Colonel. Ah, braves of Red Feather on 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 Redfeather told us everything. I don't understand. These three men whom we brought here as prisoners, attacked an Indian hunting party two weeks ago and killed them all. They shot Redfeather's son and left him for dead last night. How do you know all this? Hollow and I found Mu' a, the chief's son, and attended his wound. Just before Redfeather and the rest of us left his village to come here, Mu' wa told us he met these men on the trail to bring him to his father's village. Before they shot him, they boasted to Mua about killing the hunting party to start trouble. Mask friend and taught. Oh, fine son of chief. Use good medicine. Make Mua to live him say these pale faces shoot him. Then come to village later. Tell Red Feather attack fort, get revenge. They still don't understand why they shot the chief's son. These three men had smuggled rifles to settle. They broke the peace between the Indians and the whites. Then talked Redfellen to taking the rifles and paying them off in loot. That right. Them think more soldiers soon come to fort. So them shoot Moa and trail and blame troopers. Them want Red Feather to attack fort. Quick. Virgin. Captain, see that those three men are held for trial. Yes, sir. Take them away, Sergeant. All right. Come on. All right. Come on. Come on. Red Feather, you and your chieftains may go in peace. Great White Father will understand why you went on the war path. But if you go on the war path again, you'll be severely punished. We leave now in peace. Red Feather not go on war path. Gang it good we have friends like man who wear masks. Very friendly. You saved the day, boys, and I believe. Thanks. Colonel Corus, 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 in your Indian fences. Thank you. You have nothing to bore to fear. You're right, sir. I'm sure the reinforcements I sent for will come to augment my garrison. Well, Tyler and I must leave now, but we'll see you again, Colonel. Adios. Adios, my friend. There goes the finest example of American manhood I've ever met, Captain. Yes, sir. But may I ask, just who is that mask man, sir? He's our watchdog of liberty and justice in the West, Captain. He's the Lone Ranger. SA the Lone Ranger, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger, Incorporated, is produced by Trendall, Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred. Boy, listen to the Lone Ranger. Brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time. This has been a presentation of OTRWesterns.com and we hope you enjoyed. Please take some time to like and rate this episode within your favorite podcast application. 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