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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 hoof beats of the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver. Let go, big fella. Are you Silver away. Late that night in the Smoke Hills, the Lone Ranger and Tottle were riding to a campsite when the masked man peering upward into the distance, stopped. Look at the sky, Taro. Near the ridge. Sky funny red look like fire. Maybe Forest fire. Taro. Listen. You hear that, Kimasabe? That bad sound come from drums. Drum sound for war dance. War dance, Taro. But all the tribes are at peace now. Them play for war dance. Reddened sky from fire that go with dance. Come on, Toto. We better ride to where they're gathered. We must learn what's going on there. Monsoon. The Lone Ranger and Tato had ridden to the top of the ridge. They dismounted and walked through the brush to a spot where they could look down on the startlingly vivid scene below. An Indian camp was spread out before them. At the end of the encampment, a giant bonfire blazed. Indians in glistening grease and war paint danced in a frenzy around the fire while a seemingly endless circle of tribesmen encouraged them with chants and yells as the drums increased in fury. You see, Kimosabe, Them make war dance. Dance mean them attack soon. Those men in the green and white paint. But they belong to the tribe of Big Moose Bear. Yes, Kimosabe. It is very grave. Tato. His is a tribe that has arranged to sell a part of its territory to the government. Why should they suddenly prepare for war? Me not know Kimasabi. We'll have to know, Toto. There must be more than a thousand Indians. Many more. You should be able to make your way down there and join the circle around the dancers. Me fixing my clothes and face. Good. Learn what has caused this to happen and who it is they intend to attack. I'll wait here until you return. And me go Kimasabi. The first traces of dawn were streaking the eastern sky when Tato returned to the Lone Ranger. It's plenty bad, Kimasabe. Them get ready. Attack wagon train this morning. Me learn that. And where them attack. What wagon train is that? Tado, do you know Wagon train come with soldiers. Chiefs say soldiers bring many guns. Kill Indian. That couldn't be true, Toto. Someone has lied to them. Thousand, two thousand Indian ride from Eagle Rock. Kill soldiers and people in wagon train. Run them pass. We must prevent this. Otto, you know the back roads to Fort Shannon? Yes, Kimasabe. Oh, it half day ride Fort Shannon even when we take back trail. Yes, I know. But you're going there. Here, take this silver bullet to Colonel Thomas. Tell him what you've learned, what you do, Kimasabi. I'm going to ride out along the trail from Eagle Rock. Stop the wagon train from passing there. I can lead it to the old bunk house. Perhaps we'll have a chance to hold off the Indians till you bring help. A long chance. Yeah, we'll have to take it. Me go, then. Kimasabe. Easy, Scout. Easy. Get him up. Scout. Easy, said the big fellow. Silver, old fellow, we have a big job on our hands. Come on, Silver. The wagon crane from Independence passed through the prairie country onto the trail that would take it past Eagle Rock and the Smoke Hills. The troop of cavalry riding with the covered wagons and a single stage coach slowed to a stop as five riders came galloping from the opposite direction, signaling a halt. Hey, Tex. It's the advanced guard. Four of them. Another fella, not a soldier. What's this all about? The elephant back just when he was beginning to make time. Look at that hombre with the soldier. He's wearing a mask. It's a nice horse he's got. Here I am. Copa. What's wrong? Who is this man? He says, let me handle this. Captain Mumford's eyes narrowed as the masked rider rode his white horse close to the officers. But those eyes opened with evident interest as they glanced at the silver bullet in the man's hand and widened more as the lonely ranger finished his story. The latter started to make a broad gesture toward the top of a hill a quarter of a mile away and stopped suddenly. He reached for his field glasses, gazed through them for a second, and then handed them to the captain. If you have any doubt that I speak the truth, Captain, look through these glasses at the top of that hill. Thank you. I'll do that, Stranger. I was prepared to question your word, but I can't now. You're right. Those Indians are in war regalia. That's merely a scouting band we see up there, Captain. Yes. The main body can't be far behind, though. And that means we can't stop here, Captain, if you can make it, you may find safety in the old territorial fort. Now, wait. Strange. Yes. I'm not familiar with this country, but I do know the government gave up the territorial fort when Fort Shannon was built. Yes, but it's still standing. Blockhouse and stockade. There's a trail that leads to it, back a mile or so. If you'll order your troops to turn around, Captain, I'll lead them there. It'll be hard riding, but I think it's your only chance. You're right, Tex. You heard what we've been saying. Yes, Captain. Carlton. And get your horses turned and prepare to gallop them every inch of the road. Yes, Captain. All right, the rest of you, follow me. Ready, Caesar? Yes, Captain. The Indian scouts here is turning. They'll ride back to the main band now and be after us in a short time. We'll worry about that part. You lead the way. All right, Captain. Come on. The Indians, warned by their scouts of a white men's flight, had set out in galloping pursuit from their ambush at Eagle Rock. But the hard riding wagon train reached the entrance to the old territorial force before the pursuing red men came within firing distance. The Indian bullets fell short of the wagons and riders as led by the Lone Ranger. They thundered through the gates of the stockade and surrounded the deserted but still sturdy territorial port. The Lone Ranger leaped from his horse in front of the block house as Captain Mumford rode up beside him. Captain, we may be able to hold them off here, but even with this blockhouse and stockade, it's going to be a job. You're right. Men, close those gates and board them. Fire the case in the back, too. Lieutenant, fit your men, save your houses, then get guns and take your places. As orders. The Indians are coming, Captain. They're riding closer. I got you can't get my coach and horses in the stable. It's crowded. What do we do with the money in the baggage compartment? Leave it. It's safe enough there for the time being. Get rifles from the gun wagon for the drivers and passengers. Yes, sir. I slammed. Coleman. This way. I'm a comic. Text hey, Coleman. To them. What about you, Dirky? Don't wait for me, Coleman. Dirky, get inside the block house now. Yes, sir. I'll go inside. A great help he is. At a time like this. Who is that man, Captain? His face is familiar. The Indians are closing in. All right, man, don't waste this shot. Give it to them. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. All over the country in every direction. Are you. How you doing is the question. And here's what happy people have to say. Are we 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 Plazewski's in there, too. He'll face those hurlers day or night and knock their fastballs out of sight. Bob Feller and Ted Kazewski both know that Wheaties magic. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties place. Wheaties breakfast of pantry. Now to continue. The beleaguered white men, though suffering casualties, held off the encircling Indians throughout the day. When night had fallen, the red men hauling their dead and wounded, under the COVID of darkness, withdrew to the hills overlooking the front of the stockade around the blockhouse. It's almost too much to hope that the Indians won't attack again. They will at dawn. It's our favorite time. More than an hour yet before Captain Mumford. Me. Tex. What is it, Tex? Outside, Captain. The loose lieutenant just took in three men, sir. We want you to see them. Three men? Who are they? Where do they come from? They're two whites and an Indian captain, riding up this way from down Texas. They say they run into an engine patrol in the hills and was chased most of the night. They come riding right up at the stockade gate. You almost let them have it. Almost. Lucky there was enough light to see they weren't Indians in war dress lying over in the stable, captain. What's the Indian doing with them? Sort of a skin God for the party, I reckon. You better come and learn about him yourself, kid. All right. The Lone Ranger accompanied Captain Mumford and the two men to the stable Croak. Lucky and Joe had torn their clothes, dirtied their hands and faces and were in a pretended state of exhaustion. We. We were lucky, Captain. We almost run into a whole camp of redskins up there in the hills. And then we seen the fire burning down here, the yard. Give me some water. Thanks. Will you? I have some water here in my cleaning room. Oh, it's you, Dirk. Yes. Shall I. Yes, yes, go ahead. Give the man some water. Here you are, sir. Thank you, mister. What about the other two? They're all knocked out. Look at them. We didn't get time to camp last night. Haven't slept in two days. Hell, you better grab a few weeks, then. We'll be needing you and your partners before long. Unless I miss my guests. Thanks, captain. We'll be ready. I'll leave you alone in here, then, captain. I'll stay here with the men if you like. Perhaps they'll. All right, all right. Stay in here. We'd better get our men up at the stockades to relieve the guards. Tex, wake up whatever driver's arresting. Yes, captain. I don't think any of them's asleep. Come on, coon, let's row. You've been our greatest help, sir. Is there anything you wish to suggest before I start giving orders to my men? No, captain. Only to be on the alert every second. There's something strange about this attack and about what's going on around here. What do you mean by that? You're carrying merchandise for the settlements in your wagons. I know, but what about that money I've heard you mention. Where is it? Baggage compartment of the stage. Why? It may not be connected in any way with this attack we're under. But there's a new danger inside this stockade. I've seen a face I think I recognize. There is a bandit with us. You can spare a few men. I wish you'd had them stay in the background with me. 20 minutes passed before Croak Harvey touched Lucky Gilmer and Pawnee Joe on the shoulders. All right, you two, the expedition. It's time to get going. I just come from outside. The eyes closed with heart. They weren't for our story, huh? Yeah, I told you they would. You ready, Joe? Sure. We start fire now. Give signal for attack? No, not yet. When do we know the road's clear to drive the stage out the back way? The money's in the stage? Yeah, and the horses are in harness, too. All the soldiers up front watching out for the engine. Where boss? He's up for the stage, ready to take off with us. I just left him there. Come along, Lucky Joe. I yell in that wind over there. You're to start the fire to bring the engines down. I wait. You wait a long time. Pony Joe. How are you? Don't wait for that gun. Crumple, Disarm that man. Give me that gun. Engine. No shoot here. Gun. You stand back and stall, Hear what we say. Yes, Joe. Right after I told captain Mumford I recognized you and Lucky Gilmer and Croak Harvey. You escaped from Texas, didn't you? You better tell us everything, Pony Joe. We heard enough just now to suspect. Stop. We shot someone shot the Indian. It came from that open window. I'm going out there, Captain. The Lone Ranger, gun in hand, sprinted from the stable. The corporal had run towards the side of the building from which the shot had been fired. At that moment, from the back gate, three shots rang out. The Lone Ranger ran to the back and arrived at the stagecoach first. Three figures lay sprawled on the ground in the faint light of the fading stars. Another man stood over them with gun in hand. He was stage passenger Jim Coleman. And he turned as he heard the Lone Ranger. I got them. The dirty money stealing killers. I got them just as they tried to get into the coach. Coleman, you shot Harvey and Gilmer. You know who they are, huh? Yes. I heard them plotting at the stable window. I shot them and the boss. Their boss? Yeah. Look at him there on the ground beside him. Elmer's Ducky, he called himself. Pretending to be a namby pamby and all the time it was him who planned having the engines attack the train while him and his men got away with that hundred thousand dollars in the stagecoach. What were the shots? Who are those men on the ground? I heard the shots out here. What's happened? I'll tell you in a minute, Captain, when this man finishes. Go on, Coleman. What else? I heard them planning to light a signal to bring the engines down for an attack like they planned with the redskins. Then when I knew they took the bar off the back gate, I ran over here and put it on again. You know who shot Pony Joe? Yeah. Dirky the Snake. Killed him because he thought the engine would squeal. Then he ran here to the stagecoach and him and the other two started to drive out. When they saw the bar was over the gate, they got out, but I had them covered. They drew for their guns, but I got them first. I shot him dead. And I'm glad one of them's not dead. He's moving. It's a fella. Dirkie. Dirkie? Why, that. No, you don't. Coleman. Oh, my arm. You shot Coleman? Yes, Captain, before he could kill Durkee. He wants Durkee dead because Durkee is a United States Marshal. What? That's namby pamby United States Marshal from the southwest. I told you today his face looked familiar. Now I place him. He must have been following this Coleman here, knowing he was up to something. Why? Why did you let me tell my story just now? Because I realized suddenly that you were the boss of whom you were spiritual speaking. You killed Joe because you thought he'd expose you. You ran here to get away with the money in the coach. You saw Dirkie holding your pals, croaking lucky. Isn't that right? You must have seen it happening. You shot Durkie or Whitley. And then when you saw it was too late to make a getaway, you killed your partners because they might squeal on you, too. Then you made yourself the hero of the lying story. That dirty, murdering skunk. Let's get a roll. No, you don't text. Corporal, get the doctor and Edmonton Durkee. The man must be saved. Yes, Captain. Privates Brady and Loftus. Take Coleman into the blockhouse. I want to talk to him before the Indians attack. Coleman, afraid of death and pleading for his life, told the whole sordid plan for using the Indians in his attempt to steal. Steal the money meant for them. The new turn of the wagon train before he got to Eagle Rock was all that kept us from getting the money. It Was this masked man who warned us. Coleman. Of all the cold blooded, outrageous plans I've ever heard. You. Captain Munford, what is the text? The Indians attacking? No, no, they're still not moving. It's in the west, though. Clouds of dust against the sky. Either a stampede or a herd of horses coming. Captain. It's a soldier from Fort Shannon. I must get them and stop them from fighting with the Indians. I must get to the Indians. Captain, is that man off his head? Why? Them and Joe's Indians texts have been lied to. We don't want to fight them, nor will they want to fight us when they hear what that man has told us. Is that the truth, Captain? You mean it? Don't go on the mask man. Listen. He's riding away, going out of here. You hear him? The Lone Ranger got to the troops from Fort Shandon before they made contact with the Indians on the hill. The soldiers stopped as the masked man rode to Colonel Thomas and spoke earnestly. A few minutes later, he and Toto, who had been with the troops, galloped off to the hills. Colonel Thomas gave orders. Men, dismount. At ease. We've sent emissaries to the Indians. Looks as if there'll be no battle after all. Tottle had used the signs of peace to get to the Indian chiefs without danger. He and the Lone Ranger, speaking an Indian language, told their story. When the Lone Ranger concluded, Chief Big Moose Bear spoke Honey Joe lie. What you say is bad thing. Injun glad signal for more fight not come. Me believe what you say. Scouts say soldiers rest and not make ready for fight. We go talk with soldier chiefs now. The sun was high in the sky when the meeting between the Indian and army chiefs ended. Big Moose Bear looked at the money on the table and grunted. Me know now. White men tell truth. We go back to reservations when we sign papers, get money like promised. We've had casualties, Captain Mumford. The dead have been the villains. It could have been so much worse. A terrible tragedy. Yes. Thanks to the masked men, all this has been averted. Oh, where is he, by the way? He left just a few minutes ago, Captain. Him and the Injun. They sure saved everything, didn't they? But who is the masked one? Why, Tex, you didn't know him. Bet you even the chief knows, huh? 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