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Looting of Lawrenceville | The Lone Ranger (03-30-53)
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Original Air Date: March 30, 1953Host: 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 Director:• Charles D. Livingston Music:• Ben Bonnell For more great shows check out our site: https://www.otrwesterns.comExit music from: Roundup on the Prairie by Aaron Kenny...
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In the town of Lonsville, a small community surrounded by high rugged mountains,
Lons could decide his horse to the Hitch Rail in front of a general store.
He packed a recently purchased supplies in the saddlebag.
While Sheriff Jim White talked in a friendly manner.
Just to read the mountains around here, a mighty rugged day.
The man doesn't know his way.
He's likely to get lost instead of the dead.
He knows that.
The Western Union man is calling to man wonder what he wants.
Oh, him come around.
Listen, waving a message must be important.
He looks excited.
What is his part?
Sheriff, we can't proceed to the message about let's decide it.
Let's decide it.
Let's decide it.
Biggest cook of a pack of junk.
What about him?
Well, he and his gang of about ten men have stuck up another band.
Yes.
Do we watch off of Chris Katzen?
There's a total of nearly ten thousand dollars.
We watch money for Scott's day of staying alive.
He let's heap of money.
Where was he slashed together?
In Greenville.
That's two days north of here in another county.
It doesn't concern me.
But does that concern you, Sheriff?
Yes.
See the United States special sense?
He thinks Scott's deal is getting a headless way.
The hope of reaching the bottom.
Do you want you to organize the party?
Traveling off from here to try to meet him.
The boss who wants me to organize the party?
Yes.
He's butch.
Get message at rest to me.
Yes.
Good death.
Why didn't you give it to me?
Here, let's have it.
Here.
A picture of this is like this.
You should hand it over as soon as you get it.
Sorry, sir.
We need to jump and jackpot.
Oh, what's the matter?
We have to wait till they need the party, everyone.
I want to be able to buddy men in town.
Get the boys out of the cafe.
He's there.
He's there.
Anyone in town together in town?
Oh!
Uh-oh.
Wondered what caused the sheriff to react so violently when he read the telegram.
Instead of returning to the long-langer's camp as he intended to do,
the Indian waited in town until a crowd was assembled in front of the sheriff's office.
He heard the sheriff tell about Leslie Scarville's gang,
and the bank robbery in Greenville.
Oh, James?
He had been asked to form a party and head north to try to catch you who was crooks.
He's a telegram man.
He had been one of the most celebrated United States marshes in the country.
He's from Tom Bell.
He's from Tom Bell.
I read you've all heard of him.
He's a man who helped us pre-meet crooks out of his town a few years ago.
We're all mighty in debt to him.
Now, here's our chance to help him out.
Now, take the words of those who aren't here.
Every man in town will want to do a favor for Tom Bell.
Meet him half an hour with guns and horses ready to tell him.
We'll start hunting the scars there, James.
I will.
Sheriff.
We won't tell you.
No, we'll see them busy.
But you speak, Tom Bell.
Hey, I said I can't talk to you now.
I've got to arrange a grub for the party and get my horse settled and take care of it.
There's another thing.
Maybe you only want it.
Oh, yeah, that's right, James.
Let me go.
Hey.
There you go, wait for me.
I want to talk to you about the food for the man.
During the next half hour, Tom will try several times to speak to the busy sheriff.
But each time he was turned aside.
He was still in town when the heavily armed men gathered in front of the sheriff's office
with black-and-blows like the men horses.
He saw the sheriff slowly in the members of the party.
Then the woman said, we'll raise the man's naughty child.
And break into small groups and stand out.
Now, you can't source it?
Yes.
All right, let's go.
Yes.
We know Tom Bell.
Well, his voice was drowned by hoofbeats.
The Indian finally shrugged his shoulders.
Then mounted scouts had he constructed south.
Get off!
Get off!
At that moment, lefty stars day on his gang were in the mountain's east of Lawrenceville.
Lefty and an outlaw called Speed were apart from the others.
They were concealed by underbrush as they watched the sheriff's party leave town.
Right nose.
Just the way we wanted.
Yeah.
To make carrying blankets lefty, so I'll reckon that plan to be gone for some time.
I'll figure, Sheriff White and the Lawrenceville men had moved
if they thought they were helping Marshall Bells.
And that sheriff's going to be off a man when he learned the message was a fight.
By that time, we'll have cleaned out the Lawrenceville banks, expressed office,
and every other place that has a few dollars.
You took a lot of risks, lefty.
Thanks, the only one that took a risk.
He'd have been in trouble if the Greenville operators happened to return from lunch
when he was sending the message.
Is he going to meet us at the height of?
Yeah.
We'll give him a full share of the loop, and we'll give him.
He's earned it.
Yeah.
A man of left-law and two of us.
Is this about time for us to move in?
Yeah, we'll join the rest of the boys and get ready.
We'll be taking about an hour.
By that time, the party will be too far north to hear the gunfire.
On several occasions, Marshall's come Bell.
Marshall's come Bell had been given a valuable aid by the long ranger.
He and the masked man were good friends, and we're enjoying a rare opportunity for a visit
in a small camp stop of Lawrenceville.
Donald reached the camp about one hour after leaving the town.
What's going on over there?
He just got to eat you better.
Himmishoppies.
Marshall Bell.
You were going a long time.
How do you say a set of eggs approaching?
You seem to have gotten the supplies we need.
Now, something wrong, Himmishoppies.
What is it?
By me and Tom, Sheriff get telegram from Greenville.
Same Tom Bell.
What?
You'd say, Skarsdale Gang, Rob Bank.
One more time against the Skarsdale Gang.
I didn't know those cooks were in the Greenville area.
And I didn't send a message.
Me quite tell Sheriff, but he not listen.
Me quite say, message not true.
Marshall Tom Bell, not in Greenville.
I haven't been there a week.
But telegrams find Marshall Tom Bell.
Every man in town glad to help Tom Bell.
All men join profy.
Them ride north.
Them hoax meatcooks.
Traveling south.
Why should anyone use my name to send a fake message?
Maybe someone knew a message of that town
would take everyone away from Lancelot.
And leave the town unprotected.
It sounds like a trick that left these Skarsdale my try.
We'd better settle our horses.
Here's who we're.
How long ago did the Sheriff'sman leave Lancelot?
About an hour.
If Skarsdale plans to raid the town, he may have already done so.
There we get there.
There's a better.
While the long lanes are in Tom Bell,
we're settling their horses.
The Skarsdale gang rode into town with guns blazing.
The only man left in the community
would owe it to because of the age of assembly
had denied the divide with the Sheriff's body.
They put up a feeble resistance,
which was prickly and crushed.
The first brick and limon in children hit inside their homes.
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
No!
The losing was prickly accomplished.
Within minutes the outlaws were gone,
taking with them all the cash
that could be stolen without loss of time.
After leaving the ravaged community,
Skarsdale and his men rode east into the mountains
over trails they knew.
Suddenly, the leaders think they're going to halt.
What in hell was that?
Boys, this is where we part company.
It'll be some time tomorrow, maybe the next day,
before the sheriff finds out what happens.
Oh, he's going to be a mighty surprised downbreak.
I'm very much.
You think you'll be able to follow any tracks?
I doubt it.
But even if it does, he'll have trouble.
We're the boys and take different trails.
Go by our roundabout route
and check on the other side of the mountains
where we hold up last winter.
We'll meet there.
Oh, but before you go, hand over the cash.
Well, let me, you mean you're going to take it all?
Yeah.
Please stand up with me.
We'll be responsible for it.
How about splitting it up now?
Don't you trust us, Dusty?
Well, sure, but we've earned our share.
And you'll get it.
But not till I'm ready to hand it over.
Like the cash, please.
Well, we'll all lose our money.
It'll happen to you, too.
Nothing will happen to us.
It's the funniest time to wipe it up now.
Dusty, I don't need to argue with you.
I want to be sure you could show up at the hideout.
If you've got cash coming, I know you'll be there.
You've got all the cash speed here,
although what Dusty was carrying.
Hand it over, Dusty.
Only what's it coming to me, Leslie?
Hand it over.
Well, there's the law she can't jump you in speed,
or if you'd ever acted it.
Well, you want what's coming to you, Dusty?
Yeah. Well, here it is.
Oh, no!
No!
Anyone else want to hide you?
Not me.
You got the cash speed?
Yeah, we got it.
And the rest of you get gone.
And wait for us at the hideout.
You get it.
Dusty was known as one of the gang, Dusty.
We've seen it.
We came this way.
His body's found.
He'll bury the body.
He'll take some time to dig a hole.
He'll make it sell.
What's more, we've got plenty of time.
Come on.
Is it there?
In Lawrence Bell, the people were still days and stunned by the attack.
When Tom Bell arrived with his two companions,
everyone knew and trusted the marshal.
The low questions were asked about the man who wore a mask.
The lone linger in Tato gave attention to the wounded.
While Tom Bell picking information, questions many people.
He rejoined his friends as the last bandage was being tied.
I'll be through in just a minute.
How long did you learn anything?
Hell enough to be sure the raid was made by scars down there.
Which way did they go?
Hell, anyone saw them.
Pull it for flying second fast.
You know, everyone ducks a cover and stayed away from the door as a window.
Someone must have seen them.
Hell?
One woman peaked out a window.
She said she thought they had it with.
And that should be the other woman thought they had it east.
We'll take your choice.
There you are old time here.
There I will be as good as me in a couple of weeks.
Thanks, Doc.
I'm not a doctor.
Well, thanks anyhow.
Thanks a lot.
You're welcome.
Tom, as we knew, which way the cooks went, we might be able to pick up their trail.
Well, we were coming from the south.
We'd have seen them.
They'd gone that direction.
They share a potty.
Not the town.
Yes, the scarred Dale knew it.
He'd hardly go north.
And the cooks must have gone either east or west.
But before we do anything else, we should get word to share Jim White
and bring him and the other men back to their wild goose chase.
Is there anyone in town you might send?
No.
Everyone a good ride for the share?
No.
No good for me to go.
Sheriff, not listen to me.
Tom, you're the one who can convince the sheriff that the telegram was a fake.
And I guess you're right.
I'll go answer.
A little while you're going.
I don't know.
I'll try to find tracks for the outlaws.
Hello.
You search the mountain east of here.
Now I'll go in the opposite direction.
Now.
If you find fresh tracks, signal was smoked.
I'll do the same.
If you find tracks, come back here and wait until I return with the sheriff.
Don't let it take a single hand.
It's fine against the sky.
We'll see you later, Tom.
He's here.
He's here.
He's here.
What's up?
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Now to continue, while the long ranger road west, Tom Bell went north to look for the
sheriff, and Tato headed into the mountains on the eastern side of town.
The Indian soon found fresh tracts of several horses, and followed them to the place where
Dusty had been shot.
The horse got hooked on that bull.
Ah, he sent time to keep us up here.
Get him off the cart!
Let the skies sail and speed were resting the horses, when the speed looked over there,
above their other feet, the smoke, whose any of our boys was pushing up to build a fire
that smokes like it.
The man would have the fire's amp leaves on a fire to make that much smoke, he'd have
to do it on purpose.
Speed.
That fire is some kind of signal, but who would have come on to find out more about it?
Hello, here!
On a mountain peak, selected by Tato for the purpose of signaling the long ranger, the
smudge fire was nearly burned out.
The Indian was adored in building another fire, when suddenly...
Staying up!
What's this?
Get covered!
Second night in Gun Speed, right?
What's this mean?
What are you up to, Indian?
Who are you signaling me?
Bill Timfire.
That wrong?
Hey, fire, my eye!
You build a smudge fire, and you're about to start another.
Who will the smoke signals for?
Me, not talk.
Get better, Ian.
I'll clear your head with a gun, Bear.
Why'd you build that fire?
Me, not talk.
I warned you.
That's just a start.
Get up and talk.
I'll give you some more.
Hold it, Speed.
Gun conscious.
I've dealt with seven inches before.
It's probably playing fast.
Get up!
He's really out.
Yeah.
And I'll put a bullet through, now wait.
I want to know why he was sending those smudge signals.
Time and we'll take him with us.
All right, lefty, you're the boss.
We'll come to the back of his horse.
It should be conscious by the time we camp for the night.
Then we'll try again to make him talk.
I'll go.
The mom and the only officer side of town.
The lone winger saw Apollo's signal rising high into the sky.
Immediately abandoned his own search for traction.
And headed to my direction.
Don't shoot it!
The miles in the lonely opposite side of town, the long-winter saw Tato's signal rising high into the sky.
He immediately abandoned his own search for tracks, and headed to my direction.
On through it!
On the way to join his Indian friend, a mass manhood in the Lawrenceville.
He saw one of the townsmen who assumed the advantage, and through vain.
Oh, he's steady!
Hi, Adolf!
My eye feels fine.
Every time when I can do something for you.
That time is right now.
I want you to give a message to Marshall Tom Bell when he returns to the sheriff's party.
Two things. What's the message?
Tell him these cars they'll gang what east.
I'll blow the trail. It can be easily followed.
I'll sure tell him that. When do you reckon he'll be back?
Well, I don't know. But whenever he comes, give him that message.
Count on me.
Thanks.
Oh, sorry!
Tato had left a plain trail, but the lone range remade it even easier to follow.
As he rode deeper into the mountains, he blazed the chunks of the trees he passed,
by cutting off sections of bark.
It was twilight when he reached the place where dusty had been shot.
And darkness was closing in when he drew reign on the peak.
Beside the cold remains of Tato's signal fire.
Oh, he refused.
Easy steady, Adolf.
He just melted and studied the ground closely in a fading light.
Two men came here.
In addition to the tracks of speed and luck day,
the masked man saw a peculiar scuff mark made by Tato's foot.
So, let me know you was captured.
He just made a big flop.
Oh!
In the darkness, the masked man had to cross the instinct of his horse.
Instead of dying silver, he held the reins loosely.
Both frequently in a low voice and on a fine scout.
It was the middle of the night when he saw a low burning campfire.
Some distance ahead, the boy was in a low voice.
Stay here, sir.
Laving his horse at Brownhitch, the lone ranger advanced on his foot,
and presently saw two men sleeping beside the small fire.
And Tato gagged and tied to a nearby tree.
As he cautiously removed the gag,
he noticed that his friends had been beaten.
Are you all right, Tato?
Can you walk?
Tato nodded.
The lone ranger watched the sleeping outlaws,
while he released his clan.
But his attention was momentarily diverted when Tato suddenly
staggered and swung to the ground.
I'll help you, Tato.
In that instant, let these scars there awaken.
So what was happening in the shelter?
Speed, wake up!
The whole ranger charged while Leslie was reaching for his gun.
Oh, shoot, let's beat!
Ah!
What the hell, man?
If we the rescue, give me a hand, right?
Well, these are the outlaws who took off the lone ranger's clothes,
and threw his car to the line to round the mask man,
and a pair like grip.
Swing the round, I'll crack his head!
I'm trying to!
We can buy what he had endured,
Tato only on the ground and watched the fight,
but could not most of the flings to help his friends.
If I could only get a shot at him.
No, no, don't shoot, you might hit me.
Use your gun as a club and make it pass.
It's better to step real than you.
The lone ranger knew that he was fighting for his life,
as well as the life of Tato.
He struggled in the outlaw's grip,
trusting him, coming to keep Leslie between himself and speed.
Finally, he got one arm free,
and threw a lightning jab into the outlaw's stomach.
Leslie doubled over.
As the lone ranger stepped back,
he dropped one hand to his whole string,
fired from the hip.
It's done barged to split second ahead of speed,
and it's overboard smashed.
The outlaw's grip, that changes things.
Leslie, Leslie's busted my arm out.
Kill him!
You fool, Leslie!
Get the whole heel!
Use another!
I don't want to use your gun!
And the cubist trying to protect his face!
Hey!
Yes!
Two more throws from the mask man.
Leslie's staggling back.
Now!
Now!
And the final throw against the chin,
going to the ground.
Don't conscious.
I'll deal with you.
I know.
You already smashed my arm.
Wait, listen to me.
What did you do to my friend?
I call the callmate.
Oh!
We just tried to make him tell who he was sending smoke to go through.
He's all right.
I swear we didn't hurt him.
Where's the money you stole in my fill?
I can't tell you.
You may change your mind when you regain consciousness.
He was heavy.
The mask man quickly took all weapons away from the two unconscious men
and hurried to the side of Tuddo.
Tuddo?
Will you be all right until I try those cooks?
Uh-uh.
Me all right, Kima Tuddo.
Enough hurt that.
Then hit me like you hit them.
Only more time.
Me be all right, little boy.
Do you know what they did with the stolen money?
It's here in camp in Santa Bay.
Oh, where's the rest of the gang?
Me not know.
But them talk about hideout.
Rest the gang goes there, wait for money.
But you don't know where the hideout is.
Me not know.
All right.
Just lie there and rest while I rope left in his partner.
Tuddo regained his spring while the load lanes your attempt to speed wound
and tied both of the unconscious outlaws.
Lefty was the first to open his eyes.
He saw the Indian and the mask man watching him closely.
I'm glad your conscious lefty.
I have some questions to ask you.
Who are you?
I said I'd ask the questions.
I'm that talk.
Where's the rest of your gang?
You'll hurt me.
Where's your hideout?
I tell you I wasn't talking.
I'll go ahead and do what you want.
You can find them just a double new said Indian.
A bit crook.
Wake up now, Kima Tuddo.
Good.
Come on, wake up.
I want to question you.
Well, who are you?
That's it.
Don't hit me again.
And talk.
Where's the gang's hideout?
I tell you what he doesn't know.
You don't know where the hideout is.
Do your speed.
You couldn't tell the mask man if you wanted to.
You know what?
I don't know where it is.
Maybe we work on him, Kima Tuddo.
You find now to him tell truth.
No, Tuddo.
That's not our way.
It's not important for us to find that hideout.
But let's outlaw there.
Yes, I know they are.
But I doubt if they'll stay there.
They break, found the other members of the gang, assembled in the hideout.
At noon, when Leslie and Speed had not arrived with the money,
a man became restless, and there was some speculation.
You think he and Speed double-crossed us and cleared out with a cash?
If they dare, they're asking for sudden death.
Maybe something's happened to him.
Maybe they were captured.
The restlessness and grief with every passing moment.
After an hour more of waiting, one of the men said,
I don't think the boss had double-crossed us.
He's never done a thing like that.
And certain must have him and Speed.
If I had any idea which trail they take to get here, I'd go looking for it.
I know the trail Leslie took the last time he came here from the mountains.
The chances are he used the same route.
Well, then let's go see if we can find out what happened.
Come on, we'll settle the horse.
In minutes, the worried off-laws were in the saddle.
They followed the man who knew the route
that had been used by Westie to reach the hideout on a previous occasion.
After several hours of flighting, one of the men was suddenly called.
If I, I smell wood smoke.
If I find him, I see a camp fire in the clear and up ahead.
Maybe that's where I left the speed out.
I don't know why they'd wait and camp.
Hey, it looks like a couple of men are sleeping in the blanket near that fire.
We'll find out.
Get up there.
In another moment, the off-laws rode into the clearing and threw rain.
I saw the figures near the fire were completely covered by blankets.
I saw the size of blankets.
See who's underneath.
There.
It's Leslie.
Jack and the whole time.
The whole cover is there.
The missiles.
The missiles.
They have it.
Oh!
All the way to the south and the marshal were ready.
The open fire.
The off-laws went for their guns.
I was more shooting from unseen land.
They were hitting among the trees and bushes, which nearly surrounded the clearing.
The quick soon learned they were outnumbered.
Oh, just fire!
I quit!
My leg is busted! Don't shoot again!
Shoot on your gun!
Hold on!
That's just one outboard.
I...
Look at him!
Hold down!
Come let's be here.
All of us, you can ride.
You may have rope.
Use the Tardis outlaws.
Featuretidem is tightly as a mask man found lefty in speed.
We walk right into a trap.
That's right.
We've been waiting here for you since noon.
I hope you would arrive at the sheriff's office before these folks came to see what has happened to their leader.
We sure will blast your mask, friend Marshal Ben.
It hadn't been for him.
No!
I don't try to tell you that the telegram was a face.
Yes, I know.
I know a baby.
Now he's too dog-orned busy to listen.
Marshal's rigged me over for it.
And this time, the man wants to tell me some of the old years.
Yeah, I hope your engine friend will be all right.
Uh, me all right.
Oh, you were to wait back for the horses off me all right.
Now he must have eaten.
He brings scouts, children.
All right, tell us.
We meet again, Tom.
Sure, now.
Thanks again, missus.
Glad we could help, sir.
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