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Mutiny at Ft Malden | The Lone Ranger (06-21-50)
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Original Air Date: June 21, 1950Host: Andrew RhynesShow: The Lone RangerPhone: (707) 98 OTRDW (6-8739) Stars:• Brace Beemer (Lone Ranger)• John Todd (Tonto) Writer:• Fran Striker Producer:• George W. Trendle Music:• Ben Bonnell Exit music from: Roundup...
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Brace Beamer
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Andrew Rines
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.
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Brace Beamer
A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty high O Silver, the Lone Laser. It's with his faithful Indian companion, Tle, the daring and resourceful Masked 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. During the 1870s, a lackadaisical congress failed to appropriate money for the United States Army. As a result, both officers and enlisted men faced a payless year of service. In the West, a small but vitally important military force soon became demoralized. It was to investigate this situation that Brigadier General Campbell visited Fort Malden, a key post in the Apache Indian country. At headquarters, he questioned Colonel Kent, the commanding officer. The colonel's response was gloomy. General Campbell, my officers are discouraged and bitter. With my men on the verge of mutiny. Trained officers should keep a grip on themselves under any conditions. Colonel, you have, Private. My officers and I have none. We must pay for our rations and uniforms when we're not in the field. In financing ourselves, some of us have fallen into the clutches of loan sharks. Loan sharks? Captain Rock here with the President. Very well, Sergeant. Colonel, you were speaking of loan sharks. I trust that you were. No, no, no, no, sir. I've had the help of Ling Foy, wealthy merchant Belleville. Great Scott. Colonel, do you mean that you borrowed from a Chinese? Why shouldn't I borrow from him, sir? He was once a garrison laundryman. Then he struck a rich at the mines and started us towards it. You've disgraced the army, sir. Not as I see it. Bing Foy is a gentleman in the scholars as well as a good friend. No. 10, may I interrupt you? What is it, Captain Robo? Sergeant Hammond is in the orderly room with the men. You want to rest? I'll see them shortly. Please close the connecting door. Yes. What about your men, Colonel? Most of them are immigrants. They're brave, honest soldiers who feel that they're being cheated. The worst troublemakers are made of born crooks and malcontents. What is your desertion rate? In 60 days, 72 men went over the hill. You'll soon be without a regiment that be without one now, sir. But it's difficult for deserters to get away singlier in small groups. The Mescalero patches hunt them down, killing some and bringing others in for the usual five dollar reward. I suppose that here is another force. There's been a lot of thievery since the sutler's store ran out of tobacco. The men have been selling the shirts off their backs and the boots off their feet. I've had to call in all revolvers which have a sale value of $50 around here. I now sleep here in the headquarters and keep the.45s locked in chests under my cot. That's serious. Indeed. I suspect that the prisoners in the orderly room committed most of the revolver thefts. I know they talked up our most recent trouble. What trouble? Last night the men demonstrated outside my headquarters yelling, no pay, no drill. This morning they stayed near bunks. When reveille sounded, non coms had to pull them out. Heaven help us if there's another Indian outbreak. Yes, Captain Knox. Have the sergeant bring in the bridges. Here they are, sir. Second class. Private Sevens and Mahlon. Usually called Pug and Blacker. I know them on the record. They're agitators, thieves, gold bricks and you know. Campbell. What sentence do you recommend in their cases? Get rid of them at once. I'll take the responsibility for giving them dishonorable discharges. A short time later, a bugle blew assembly. The regiment fell in along the road leading to the gate of Fort Malden. The bearing of most of the men was soldierly, but all of their eyes were sullen as they faced the general and Colonel. Ten shot. Revise arms. Sergeant Hammond, run the center with the prisoners. Remove your hatch and face arrangement. Now. You got no right to make. I'll turn you around. Hey. Now stand still while I take off those hats. The provost sergeant's action revealed that half the hair had been shaved from each man's head. Strip off their button, Sergeant. Yes, sir. Off they come. Easy, Sergeant. Sharing my blood rubber, Peter. All right, finish with him. Sir. Evans, Melo. Here are your discharge papers. Each with a corner cut off. You have lost your rights as United States citizens. The blazers with the United States. You should get 40 lashes for that, you know. No. Run them out of the fort. Trudging along the trail that led to nearby Belleville, Pug and Blackie discussed their plight. Blackie was asking me, pug, what'd you do with the last two 45s? We live. They stashed the guns and a lot of cartridges under a stone just this side of town. We'll need them. Pug, did you hear what the colonel said about borrowing money from their Chinese? Sure. I'll bet the Chinese got a minute gold in your store. We'll get it tonight. It was the following day when the Lone Ranger and Tahoe rode out of the lava beds a few miles north of Fort Malden. For several weeks they had searched unsuccessfully for a missing prospector. The masked man was saying not oh. I've heard reports that the Apaches are getting rested again. They may have killed the prospector. You may as well give up the search. Well, that's what me thinks. Look there. Three sets of hoof prints. Two horses, one pack mule. And come from south, turn west. This is Creek. Apparently the riders were prospectors, but then in Belleville for supplies. Yes, it looks like a blouse such as soldiers wear. You get it? It's soldiers. Let me see it. Here. Must be fellas who ride by here. Throat way. Possibly. Many civilians wear parts of army uniforms, but this one I. What you think has me puzzled. Get mounted. What we do? Turn this blouse over to the commanding officer at Fort Malden. Several hours later, Colonel Kent and his guest were at Fort Malden headquarters preparing for a general inspection. The colonel was apologetic. You know, Gavel, you won't think much of this establishment. I realize what you're up against. Colonel. Look there. Mashman and an Indian with him. Get back. General, that's. Colonel, our mission is friendly. And what's the purpose of that mask? It has no connection with our presence here. We want to show you. How did you get into headquarters? We weren't challenged. I knew the sempies were lax. Captain Knox or the provost sergeant should have stopped you. Colonel, you haven't got a fort. It's a madhouse. I shall report doesn't get at the door. Yes, sir. Now tell me how that mask meant in the Indian were able to get in here. I don't know, sir. Captain Knox and I have been in the guard room talking to the federal marshal. He wanted to know about deserters. You see, Main Poi was murdered last night. The marshal says he was robbed and killed, probably by two men who escaped after stealing horses and a pack mule belonging to a pair of prospectors. So it was Ramsack Bing Foy had a lot of gold. He kept the coins in a teakwood box, the nuggets in a large ship bag. Sergeant, did the marshal say anything about one of the killers being wounded? He sure did. Bing boy put up a fight with a knife or a sign to showy cut somebody. How did you know how to unroll that blood? Now you look. That's a cavalry issue. There's a cut on the right shoulder. The right sleeve is stained. The buttons have been ripped off, indicating that the wearer was dishonorably discharged. I. Somebody, you were right. We took the buttons from two mutineers uniforms yesterday and drummed them out of the fort. The names are Melo and Evans. When the buttons were ripped from this coat, one of them pulled out a piece of cloth an inch or so wide. There's a hole. Let me look. Here's the blouse. Sergeant. Colonel, I tore a hole like that in Pug Evans blouse when I pulled off his buttons. He complained about it. That's right, he did. Where did you find that evidence? Near the lava bed. I suggest that you turn it over to the United States Marshal. Come on, fellow. Where are you going? After Melo and Evans. Returning to the point where they had found the army coat, the Lone Ranger and Tottle picked up the trail of the two horses and pack mule, but soon lost it when a high wind drifted sand over the tracks. Several days passed as they continued a vain search. Meanwhile, the killers had made camp on a remote stretch of Lizard Creek. As they sat in front of their stolen tent, Pug complained. I wish I hadn't thrown away my blouse and shirts. Well, it might have hung us if you'd been caught wearing those things. There'll be signs in that Chinaman's store to show that he stabbed somebody before he got plugged. Hey, officer. Soldier comes here. Yeah, that's Irish dispatch rider. He always follows us quick when he comes back from fort to find. You'll think we're prospecting. We got all the gear. Even a pan of gravel to make things look right. Hey. Hey. I got an idea. What are you doing? Making one of the Chinaman's nuggets into the pan. Ho, ho. Ho there. Well, if it isn't Irish. Hey, Clash. It's good to see you're not silent. There's a bad deal you got. It was the luckiest thing that ever happened. We struck it rich here. Rich. I see this crook is full of gold. We panned out $10,000 worth in two days, isn't it? I'm doubting your words. Show em, Plucky. Hand out some grappler. Sure. Get off your horse and watch Harry as I will. All right, I'll wait. Into the creek, get some water and shake the pan on it's all that simple. I'll bet you 100 or 1 is at least one nugget in the pan. And what would I be betting with not a center pay if I had this year. There you are, Irish. A nugget big as a wall. What'd I take? Yeah, yeah, I take it. Yari. It is gold. Real gold. Keep it. Tell all the boys at the fort to get out here before the big rush starts. There's room for 500 good claims gold. We want to share our luck with all you poor fellas. Understand Irish? Sure, sure and I do. Every soldier will be hearing of it when I get back. Come on, get it. Come on, get it. Look at him go. Now the whole regiment will destroy stamp beat out here. Yeah, that's just what I figure. I'd. When it happens, the colonel will get booted out of the army faster than he booted us. Hey, we can't stay here. No, no. We'll break camp right now and head for the lava bed. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scenes. Please permit us to pause for just a few moments. It now to continue. Irish rode madly back to the fort and told his comrades about the alleged strike gold fever grip them. They began to hold secret meetings and whispered conversations. Several hours later, Irish and Heiny, the leader of the German born soldiers, met in the stables. The dispatch rider held a finger to his lips. You I'm dumb. They get all the Yanks and anguish go after the ghouls. Where do you deutsche stand? Me go after the Siegel. I fought in the Civil War. But in an army without pay, I don't stay. There was a watch. Alex, I've been looking for you. And for what? I've overheard talk that you're all doing a dessert. Of course, that's craving. But I also heard that you met Pug and Blackie on Lizard Creek and got a gold nugget from him. Ah, his long ears. You have Serge. Can you wiggle? You have that nugget. Give it to me. Sure. And I'll give you some. Like this? Yeah. I knock him cold. Tiny, help me tie him up. We'll toss him into the hay. We must also take his keys, huh? For what? So we can let out the prisoners in the guard house and knock up the officers. He's a general. You should be. At midnight, the rebellious troopers struck swiftly and silently, seized as they slept. The officers and non cons, with the exception of the provost who remained tied up in the stables, were confined in the guard house. Then the private, 500 strong rode out of the fort, followed by a long wagon train. Another day was about to break when Toddle galloped into the Lone Ranger's camp. Finding the masked man was prepared to ride. He did not dismount. As he said, heavy trouble at Fort Kimasabi. Well, what happened when we get there, me not see anybody round. Me look in stable. I'm Sergeant Kite. Up they cut him loose. Then we let officers out of guardhouse. Who made prisoners of them? Men do it. Men take everything from port and go on. Gold stampede. Uplizard. Quick. Sergeant. Pink killers fool soldiers with Ning Poi's gold. I found their trail again while you were gone. They went into the lava beds. And what we do. The desertion of the Fort Malden regiment makes it more than ever necessary that we get them. We're heading for the lava beds. Easy. Steady. Big Boss. We found where the killers camped last night. We can't be far behind them. Well, this bad country for ambush. There's none worse. Only the Apaches know it well. Look dead horse ahead. I'll take a look at it. Big pull up Bill carries both saddle and saddle bags. What killers? Bullets and arrows. Taking a look in the bag, arrows mean a packley. What you find? Teak wood blocks and a sack covered with Chinese writing. They're filled with gold. Ming poised gold. Transferring the treasure to his own saddlebag, the masked man rode on with his companions. But at the next outcropping of volcanic rot, they halted again. There lay the bodies of two men whose half shaved heads identified them as Pug and Blackie. They haven't been dead long. Then the patches must be close. Them see us. Here they come. Hundreds of them. Which way? We go back to where we came. It's our only chance. Come on, Pillow. Fire back. As the Lone Ranger emptied one of his six guns, an iron pointed arrow grazed his shoulder. But his bullets had a telling effect. A crippled sheep rolled from his pony, diverting the Apache's attention. For a moment. He told me out of gunshot, let's blow a Tandoon. A short time later, the Lone Ranger and Toto pulled up in a sheltered spot, clapped their mouths and watched the Indians. Toto was saying, well, must be old Mescalera tribe jump reservation near me at Fort Malden has put the southwest entirely at their mercy. They know no mercy. What do you think them do now? It appears they've quit hunting us to go after bigger game. I suspect they're headed for the fort. Probably noise. The Soldiers are gone. And what we do. I want you to try to get to the fort ahead of the Apaches. Tell the colonel to evacuate the people in Belleville. Me savvy? I'll look for the soldiers. There's just a chance that I can round them up, Use them to drive the Indians back to the reservation. You take heap big chance, Kimasabi. So do you, Toto. The future of the west demands that men take risks. Later that day, the deserters who had reached the upper stretches of Lizard Creek and had plunged into it in the firm belief that nuggets could be found by the handful gathered on the bank and demanded that Irish explain why none had found as much as a flake of gold. The dispatch rider was sweating. Thanks now, lads. Cause right here them fellows panned out the nugget they gave me. With me own eyes. I saw it. And where have they gone? You know as much about it as I do, Heiny. Our irises are dum pops. They even see little people when there's nothing. Look now, would you see the tea and things? I am men in a mess. Cover him, lads. Hold your fire. Ma'am, I want to talk to you. Hose over. Hold. Billy. Get off your horse. Very well. What is that mask you got on your face? We'll talk about that later. Right now. Gentleman spy, that's what he is. I'm no spy. Listen, put your back against that rock, me fine fella. I need pick out a firing squad. We'll shoot him here and now. Sure. Give me a chance to talk, man says he, if your gun's on him, boys, I'm taking off his mask. Before you do that, you'd better look in my right saddlebag. You'll find something there that's far more interesting than my face. Oh, now, is it? I look myself. No, you won't. Huh? Yeah, I've got the strap unbuckled now. What's there? Gold, me lads. A pack of gold nuggets. And we found them without digging. Look at the marks on that stack. The ancient scribblent of a Chinese. That's part of Ming Poi's gold. I found it in the lava beds where Pug and Blackie were killed by Apache this morning. They murdered Ming Poi. They used a nugget from that stack to lure you men into mutiny and desertion. Irisher for a hat, you got a cabbage. Sure, and I've been a fool. We're all foolish. At this moment, a thousand or more Apaches are moving on the fort. Liana. Unless you're men enough to fight them off. They'll take the fort and town. Hundreds of innocent people may be tortured and killed. No, we can't go back. We'll hang if we do. This is your chance to redeem yourselves. Even if you have to die afterward. You can die without shame. Sure, and there's something to that. Will you follow me against those Indians? You've all heard the masked man. There'll never be a finer day than this for dying. As the mutinous regiment raced to the defense of the force, each trooper believing himself doomed to die at a rope's end if he lived through the fight. General Campbell, Colonel Knox and Tottle stood in a watchtower scanning the nearby hills. Look over there. They're dishonored. They know our men deserted or they wouldn't take that chance. Men got ropes. That men mean them figured to climb walls. Everyone to the wall then. Come now. Don't make the chart. Save your life. Full of. Get a rope over there. There's a hook on it. And they cut her. And that rope now instead of grass fire for smoke stringing. That's plenty bad, you know. Look over there. Want more Indian? Oh, no, no. The regiment. The regiment is coming back, sir. Tears flicked the steaming face of the old commanding officer as a long column of blue clad horsemen broke over the smack of a hill led by Right. You're in a white hat. The apes are running for the horses. They cross in behind. Right front. Hit them on the plate. Great caution. It seems as though they actually hurt the command center. They're executing the formation perfectly. They've cut the Indians off from their ponies. Ponies are stampeding now. They've encircled the oppression. It's unbelievable. A mob of mutineers. A regiment without an officer. Maneuvering with auto and quicken. He needs John Rogers. Colonel Kent, let me congratulate you. You have one of the most splendid fighting units I ever saw. Every man should be decorated. Yes, General. Decorated and hang. Several hours later, the men of the mutinous regiment stood in line on the post parade ground. Facing them was a group which included the General, Colonels, the Lone Ranger and Toto. There was a strange look on the colonel's face as he called regiment. At ease, Georgie. You covered yourselves with glory on the field of action. Today you have brought honour to yourselves. The frag. But you are deaf nailed and deserted. I know what caused you to default in duty. Much may be said in your behalf country military law. You are subject to the death penalty. I am referring your case to General cattle. Colonel James, I think you're mistaken about these men being mutineers and deserters. I am under the impression that they were out on field maneuvers when the Indians attacked and returned just in time to beat them. Thank you, General. It will be so reported. Well, soldiers, I have something more to say, and it applies to officers as well. I have just received a document that the federal marshal found in Ling Foi's store. It is a will leaving to me his goods and the gold. The masked man returns. I am to see that his body is sent to China for burial. That will be done. The remainder of his property will be used to make good your back pay and take care of your future pay until Congress provides money. That is all. Benjamin. Luncheon. He swing. Give the colonel a killer now one for the general and the mask man. Colonel, how is the mask? He and Kato are going through the gate now. He's not a man who wants to be teared aside. You must know who he is. Kato told me he's a lone ranger. This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, created by George W. Trendle, produced by Twindle Campbell Enterprises, directed by Charles B. Livingston and edited by Fran Striker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer.
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Andrew Rines
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Brace Beamer
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