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Original Air Date: April 15, 1942
Host: Andrew Rhynes
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 • Brace Beemer (Lone Ranger)
 • John Todd (Tonto)

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 • Fran Striker

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 • George W. Trendle

Director:
 • Charles D. Livingston

Music:
 • Ben Bonnell

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With his faithful Indian companion, Tuttle, the masked rider of the planes led the fight for law and order in the early Western United States. The stories of his strength and courage as daring and resourcefulness have come down to us through the generations, and 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 hoop beats of a great horse silver. The lone ranger writes again. C'mon, silver, I think you're on the tail ahead. I'm silver, high! As the lone ranger and Tuttle rode steadily up the gentle slope of a hill, their horse is showed increasing signs of nervousness. C'mon, silver. C'mon, I was your big fellow. Scout on easy too. Something wrong and others had a hill. You'll soon know what it is. There aren't many trees here.

The valley beyond is as bare as this out of the hill we'll be able to see for miles. You ain't Kimber-Savi. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. You hear? Yes, I don't like it. We go to top of hill plenty quick. Keep looking. Get him up, silver! C'mon, silver! On the farm, we see him. I hold like a stone, green. F-rite. C'mon, silver, four-by. You're more Kimber-Savi. the tiny evil eyes, the nearest beasts, the sharp pounding hoops that could trample man and horse.

Split seconds caught in the race with death. Three trapped riders and their exalted horses were scarcely 50 yards. Had the young coming heard. With a masked man in Tonto joined them. Skeleton silver wheeled quickly. The lone ranger shot it. Six-know-you-sword done. To the south. Save yourselves. You've got fresh horses. To your left they tell you. Get over here. We'll try. It's no use so we're all in. We'll make it into trucks or rags. That's a little further. That's all. Huge boulders twice as high as a man. Loom just ahead of the lone ranger and those you want to rescue. Another moment those rocks were between the horse and the stampeding buffalo. The horses were hauled in the pounding hoops. Sped armlessly by horses. Let's go! ogenline.

Well... You're alive. Don't seem possible... Ja vez, you are sister Ulrich. Yeah, are you still? I'm alright. All right, but I don't want to go through that again. Thought sure we were done for. How are the horses, Tuller? A hundred times, but I'm all right. Stranger, I don't know what to say. It'll take it easy if you get rested. I'm all right now. But I hate to think of what the three of us would be like. If you hadn't shown up and shown those rocks to us to get behind us. We never would have seen them from where we were. Poor you might at least thank the masked man in the Indian. I think it's so you can't thank a man this risk is neck to save your life. All I can say is that the three of us are alive because of what you've done, Mr. Please don't go on. Well, anyhow, Hank Corkin's never forgets. The time comes that the law catches up with you. Well, I only hope I'm on the jury. The law? Shucks, I shouldn't have said that. Oh, you mean because of my mask? Well, it's all right, Corkin. I never saw a ride in like you in the engine just did. A horse is like those. I couldn't bleed my eyes when I saw you come in Tornis. It looked like she were dead for you.

Anyhow, stranger, there's ever a time. I started this damn deed. Well, I know, but I'm not saying, you know? It's all going right. Something personal and I'll square things for it. You mean it was started on purpose? Mr. If we'd been killed, it wouldn't have been no accident. It would have been murdered, downright murdered. That wouldn't be a man the world could prove it. Even now you can't prove anything, Paul. Remember that. I can prove it to my own satisfaction, and I'll get square. Can you prove it to the sheriff? The sheriff. I reckon he knows it was done on purpose. Well, what do you mean, Corkin? It's a sheriff that wants us out of the way. Are you sure? I'd better not say anymore. Soon as our horse is arrested, we'll start for home. You live in Corkin? Yep. Don't think we're like the others there. We're not superstitious like most of them. Superstitious? Well, Paul means like the old-timers that live there. They believe in a lot of signs and things of that sort. I reckon they even believe in ghosts. I know that some of them do. Yeah, and the sheriff as well as the rest. He's scared of the hermit. The hermit? I call him Doc. He's a sort of quirk and gloke that sells herbs and things

to cure all men of ailments. Too bad he don't sell the sheriff something to cure him or be in a live. And Paul, I reckon the horses can carry us now. They're most gut over there, scurred. Poor critters have had a bad time, but Corkins, eh? Don't take the lawn to your own hands. What's it? You know what you intend to do? Don't do it. But dread it, all right. They do, they'll hang you. He's right, Paul. Well, I got Jeb and Sue to think of. As long as they know the sheriff was trusted with the gold, they'll be in danger. So you left gold with the sheriff? Oh, I didn't mean to tell you. You think because I wear a mask off at a steal the gold? Underration, no. You wanted I'd admire to give it to you. But I'm hanged if I'll let that ordinary scheming sheriff steal it. I mistrusted him all along. Yet you left gold in his can. He knew I had it. We'd rode away and left it at home, he distilled it. I figured by putting them in charge of the safe, keep them up, and he wouldn't dare steal it. But I was wrong. He figured if we would stampede it to death, no one would ever know he had it. And wound up you, young ones. We're heading for Crow Corner.

There'll be a gent wearing a badge. It'll be downright surprised to see us. Good afternoon, Sheriff Larson. Hey. What do you do with your cuckus? I'm just looking you over and wondering. Wondering that you don't show more surprise to see me. I reckon the rabbits foot the hermit gave me as luckier and I figured. You're a surprise to see you. I thought you and Jeb and Sue left for the South cutting. We did leave. We'll be come back. Jeb and Sue with it. I sent him home. Because I figured the talk is going to take place here might be fitting for a girl like Sue to hear. Cuckus, I was sure you came back so soon. I thought I'd have things straight around before you got back. I hoped it would. Meen and what? You said you were afraid someone was at the studio gold. I was. You were right, Hank. They got a thing. What? Or keep talking, Larson.

You've got some accountant to do. What should tell a well after you and Jeb and Sue left time to come and come and come and come in and help my office? Sacky gold was on the dash where you put it. I suppose you didn't have time to put it in your safe, man. I didn't have time. So the gold was stolen. That's a story, Hank. You sure tell it smooth. I'd got some leads on the crooks. I'm hoping they hadn't behind bars in a day or so. Oh, by sitting here with your feet in your dazzle, my deputy's working. Hey, it's hard to find the crooks and get the gold back before you return. Don't you worry about it, Hank. I'll have it back. Larson, what do you know about a stampede? Stampede. Buffalo. Mighty near trap, the three of us in a valley. If it had, I wouldn't have been back here to claim my gold. Then who would know you had it? Great day, Coggins. I'm glad you got away. You're a lion. I see. Yeah, I don't like the style you're using. I suppose we'd all three of us been killed in that stampede. Then what would you have done with that gold? I don't know. Would you have turned it over to the town? What would you have tried to find abilities of mine? Or would you have just kept your mouth shut and kept it for yourself? Naturally, it looked really good. You're lying again.

You stole that gold yourself, Larson. And you tried to have us killed. And you're upset you wouldn't talk to that. I know what I'm saying. I'm a patient, man. I'd resent you at a time. Patient, too. I'm not saying much about the stampede. But is that gold's not back here by tomorrow? I have a glass of night. Well, which burden? Cockings. Fine company you're keeping these days, Sheriff Larson. What's the matter with the company he keeps you in? Nothing except that you'd be dangling from a rope right now. If he ever does against you, he hadn't disappeared in the Sheriff's office. What do you do with that spade, huh? Spade. Right in your hand with fresh dirt on it. What do you mean to do with it? Stop. You know what I mean? You pull ketchup and dig it in the ground. Look forward. Fuckin' for the gold. What do you mean dig in the ground for? Speak up, you dirty bull. I told my say. I shouldn't have known you'd help him, Larson. You fool, you. Did you want to strangle me? Be no lost to Crow Corner, if I did. I get out of here before I throw you a GF with a stick with a piece. Get out of here. I'm just one and a thiff coyote

might be the one who stirred the stampede. Then I have to come and back here. He took my gold and buried it someplace. I don't know anything about your gold. Your crazy old fool. Well, I'll find out. There's ways of finding out things around here. I know a man will help me get to the truth of things. What I said still goes, Larson. I want that gold tomorrow. Or else. Larson. What do you mean? You fool. Why'd you walk in here with that spig? The fridge stirred on it. I didn't know he was here. He really was. I thought the stampede got all three caucons. I don't know what it was. But it didn't. You get the gold buried already? Yeah. But now he suspects. Let him. He can't prove anything. Maybe we better put it somewhere else. No, you're crazy fool. He'll go near where it's buried. He might be watching for us and do just that. As always, he can't get the gold. He can't prove a dog going thing. I remember that. Sheriff Larson. I wonder. Yeah. He said you were a man that had helped him. What do you mean? He might have been bluffing. You know, caucons better than the mass. You don't bluff. Maybe you're right. What do you mean?

But there's only one man he could have met. And we'll get rid of him to mad. That night, Hank caucons told Jeb and Sue his plans as the three sat around the table in the light of an oil lamp. A lone ranger. That's the one to help us, Jeb. But poor. Are you sure it was the lone ranger that helped us in the stampede? I'm more sure of it all the time. And the white didn't think of them. And I saw that white horse. Everything chicks. The mask and the horse called silver. The Indian called Tano and the two heavy guns. And it was the lone ranger, all right. And to think I was as close to him as I am to you two. The lone ranger. But poor, how can he help her? You'll find a way. Are you sure Barton was buried in the gold? As sure as you're alive, Sue. Julie, look on his ugly faces and know for me. They say nothing about the speed. But how are you find a lone ranger again?

Listen, Sue. He knows the stampede was man made with murder intended. Yeah. That means he knows his crooks and croconer, murder and crooks. Yeah. Then the lone ranger won't be far away to those crooks or in jail. First thing in the morning out. I'll see you later. You. Hello, Jim. Craig Scott. We were just talking about you. Because I'm ranger. You say it's a lie, mister. Come in, won't you? Thanks. I will. I didn't want to get too far from here. I was sure you weren't going to take the lawn to your own hands. What lawn? There's no lawn crook corner. The sheriff is the biggest crook of mull. He's got no more right to wear a sheriff's badge and a worst of those stampede and buffalo. He says my gold was stolen from his office. Well, he's a crook of stolen. Paul, that's gun shooting. And that nearby. Yeah, look out the window here. Look near the Hermes place. I'm on his riding from there and fast. Hey, Sue, get out of the way. Let me see. And if someone else near the house, look. That's tunnel. You know what happened. Oh, wait. Wait. I'll go with you. If someone has shot the poor old hermit, we'll get in the shooting world. Oh, Sue. Jim, you stay here with Sue. I'm going over there.

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Now we continue our story. Hank Cawkins ran to the shack for the old hermit lived alone. If on candles burning in the hermit on the floor between the masked man and tunnel. While he bathed the wound in the hermit's shoulder, the Indian told what had happened. We see color creep through shattered toward house. We go close and watch them. Do you tell us who the man was? No, too dark for that. What happened next? Him drunk, gone, him through winder. Him drunk, gone, him through winder. Him fire and tonka fire. Same time. You hit his gunhead? Ah, but him hit hermit. Then run. Poor critters, he hit bed? Ah, him, him not hurt bad. It's a shoulder wound, Cawkins. How'd be all right? Thanks to the Indian. Of course you'll be all right. Just stay there for a few minutes more. Shock was pretty bad. We can find the critter the didd if he took a bullet name. He stays around town. Why should anyone want to shoot you, duck? How many people? It's a superstitious place. They think I'm in league with the evil one. Have you looked around his house, tell us? Ah, hingot herbs and roots and all things known to Indian.

My cure's a standard one. It's known to all medical men. Are you a doctor? No. But you used to be? Once. In the east. Let me sit up. Help him tell us. No, me help you out. I... I failed when my wife needed me. I... I failed when my wife needed me. I... I lost her and then came here. I couldn't go on. So you met a living by preparing medicines and selling them? A living? In existence. Because my cures were good. The doctor who was here started stories about me. It didn't take much to make people around here afraid of me. No one ever listened to me or gave me a chance to talk to them. Some of you bought medicines. Dreaded everything the poor critter did was made out to look like black magic. You know how it is once the story gets started and get a weight like a snowball rolling down here? Yes, I know. Especially in a place like Crocona or everyone is superstitious about everything.

Why in Tunket where anyone shoots you, Doc? Afraid of what they call magic. Oh, shucks. Great jumping grasshoppers. What is it, Hank? I was in the sheriff's office. Larson said that Crook had taken my goal, but I didn't believe him. I knew he just helped himself to it. Then Butch Barton came in with a spade. A spade? Yes, with dirt on it. I knew right away what it meant. They'd been burying the goal of some place. I told him I wanted the goal back tomorrow, I'd make him sweat. I remember just what I said to him. I said there's ways of finding out things around here. I know a man will help me get to the truth of things. Yes. Well, it was you I was thinking about when I said that. But Larson and Butch Barton thought I meant the Doc here, the Hermit. Those two Crooks are superstitious. It's all get out. They thought I meant to get the Hermit to help me. They think he can do things that are sort of supernatural. Are they ignorant fools? So the dirty snakes came here to shoot him. Shoot him without giving him a chance to defend himself. That proves that Crooks. No, I got things to do. Yeah, hold on. No, I'm going.

You let me go. Not going any places. Yes. But I tell you. No, I got to see if one of those poor cases got a wounded hand. If he has advice under, I'm going to start shooting. Now let me go. You go on. You'll spoil every chance you have to get back that gold. Next thing I know, they'll shoot soon. We're going to get those Crooks. Take my word for it. We'll get them. We'll do it legally. Sit down there and cool off. If we get them for keeps. But how? I'll show you how. They're going to see some of the Hermits, Black Magic. After making sure he wasn't followed. The sheriff went to a cabin in the woods where he found which bottom waiting. He dressed Barton's wounded hand in clumsy fashion. And then... Well, going one thing after another. It's a warning to me. I haven't heard before this. I never ran against such tough luck as I had today. You know, we shot you. No. No more than I know our coffins escaped the stampede.

And I got shot. I didn't hang around to find out who it was. I cleared out fast. You can't be seen with that bendage on your head. What about my share of the gold? Take this cash and go to find love. Wait there, lay along to your hands already. Then come back. That won't touch the gold. You get the... You hadn't better. I've got to get back the office. There might be some work in connection with a shooting of the Hermits. When the sheriff reached his office, he found a note from the deputy, Jack Simmons. They've gone over to the Hermits' place to look around. They're like warrants, you and them. They sure hope that Hermits finished. In a few moments, the sheriff was with the group of people in the Hermits' house. The Hermit was speaking. We'll conduct a search in the morning. But I'll have to go out tonight to get a divine and rod.

Divine and rod? Yeah, but you heard of the magic of a divine and rod? Properly handled, it points straight to where gold is buried in the ground. I've heard of it. Well, I'll go now. And if you'll help me, Hank, I'll go and select a divine and rod by the light of the form. Sure, you can count on my help. Hank and the Hermit walked side by side from the house and into the night. But half a dozen curious people following. The sheriff walked to the side of the deputy. Uh, Jake. Is there anything you want to say? Well, I've heard of these divine and rod. I use them to find water. Well, the magic of water. Oh, no, but I've heard about them. There's nothing but a forked stick. The man that handles him takes one to the ends of the stick and each hand and walks along the ground in a certain way. On the fork of the stick points down, that's the place he's looking for. Yeah, but it doesn't really work. I never saw him work. Hey, it looks like the Hermit's found the right kind of tree.

Hank, can you reach that lowest branch? I reckon so. I can climb up, Doc. I can reach her. That's the one you want. Now, be sure it's a living branch. Oh, make sure. Yeah, if it's green or red. Yeah, now hand it to me. Here you are. Yeah, thanks. I'll just trim off the leaves and twigs and then take it home with me to work on. I'll finish preparing it there. Black magic. It's black magic. Larson was up at dawn. He dressed in nervous haste and hurried to his office. The door was half open. He went in and found the deputy already on hand. What you are? You're early. You got here first. I haven't been here. You haven't? Who left the door? Open. Who's the opening? Just as you saw it. I thought you'd been here. Oh. Shit. Who was using this pad?

Spade? Oh, I don't know. It was there when I came. It's been you who's recent. It was that way yesterday. Oh, no, that's deaf. It's been you who's since then. Who used it? I don't know, Larson. I just got here to wait for the helmet and the others. They're starting to hunt for me, you know? Yeah, no. Well, there come some of the folks now. That's him. Oh, Doc, the helmet and the lead hold onto the violin rod before him. I've got to take this spade along in case he finds a place to dig. Hey, there, deputy. You've come along with us. Wild horses couldn't keep you from seeing this. Come along if you want. The dogs got a habit quiet. He can't have anyone too close to him. Hammer walks slowly where the rod directs. Hey, look here. There's none of your business, Larson. You want to take along. You can do so, but keep your trap shut. There's the violin rod working. Seems to. Look how it appears to pull the hermit right along. See there? No, it's impossible. Glad you brought a spade, Jack. Maybe we'll find useful to it. How's your sister after that experience yesterday, Jack? She's all right. I saw the rest in at home. Jack, can you make an arrest of your head, too? All I want is the chance, Jack. Good. And what if you do fight your goldcookings?

That's what I'm after. Maybe there's cooks I told you, but really just bury it somewhere. Finding the gold won't stop you from keeping on the hunt for him, will it, Larson? Oh, keep on the hunt. I've already got a couple of men out hunting them. Wait. There's a pool. A pool far stronger than that of gravity. It bends the raw earthward. My six alive. Just look at that. That sticks pointing right down. Fresh turned earth to. Hey, Jack. Great work. Hey, let me get this big gold. How about here? We'll make the dust mine. It don't seem possible. It's dark and never sold away from it. Wait. I'm not sure that this is what you're after. It is, though. Look here. Paul, here's your leather bag. Wait. Now we'll have her out. Very, very deep. Let me get my hands on it. I can haul it off. I'll give you a hand. Yes, he is. That's it. That's my sack all right. And just as I left it, I've got my gold bag. That's the main thing. Come on, all of you. Come to my place. We're celebrating. Come on, all of you. You too, yeah. Come on. Let's eat. Larison stood alone. Dunn found that what he had seen. He made no pretence of joining the party

that headed for the cocken's house. He's steady-weighted until everyone was out of sight and hurried away and muttering to himself. Poor, irritable, cozy cook. Trying to get pretrous and a full kid like Barton. Stay here in the night and chase the head and place the gold there. Think it's a double-crush me. You'll bust out of the office and use my spade. Well, he'll be sorry. Just wait like a tomb. Larison lost no time. He hurried to his office and then threw the office and out the back door. Carried another shovel in his hand and headed for a clump of trees not more than 50 yards away. Here, he looked at the ground. Cook. You can put the sand back in place so I never know it disturbed the girl. Make sure it's gone. And I'll go where he is until with him. A double-crush and cook. Poor cat. You'll pay for this and a double-crush. Maybe he cursed me all the way along.

That's why cocken's wasn't hurt. Where the helmet wasn't shot dead. She was something here. She was enough. She was something here. So live a sack. Same mother's sack. Put your hands up, Larison. Hey, what the? That's a sack we're after. Who are you? I'm the man who found the second leather sack that you saw cockens take home a few minutes ago. I don't need picks rope on crockens. No, wait, who are they? Cockens has now is still with stones. I didn't know whether you'd dig first to go and accuse your pal of double-crossing you. It didn't matter. You tricked me. The helmet helps and sorted your superstition. No, wait. I'll be taught. We'll make it to you. You'll miss. I don't need one deal to make with you, Larison. Listen, Mr. Elliott. Not too tight, don't know. It's time and up to hold him. Him fixed all right now. Cockens wants Barton behind bars. You have evidence that we'll put him there. Perhaps if you do that, cockens will recommend that you get jail instead of hanging with all the kids. Make me even. You tried to kill cockens. There's no proof. Try to kill the helmet. I didn't.

That was Barton's job. You planned it. You wanted to make certain Barton gets what's coming to him. That's all we wanted. Now you can go on trial together. I didn't say a word. You can't prove it there. My word against you. I'll show you a wrong, Larison. Look over there. The office is filled with people. We heard it all. We've got to know Barton is well. Tricked it down. The office is cut over. I'm making him. We'll plan partners. Short orders, sir. You can be jailed together. I'd sure to put it worked out, Slick. The hermit sure made it look like he was making black magic. And there's a man who planned the whole thing. Hey, low ranger. This here gold is yours. Take it. I want you to have it. You're gold, Hank. Good luck to you. Come on, now. Hey, but wait. I think about it. We've got a new champ now. Take over, Jack. I shall win. Come on, pal. Come through that boy.

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