Train Robbery | The Lone Ranger (05-04-53)

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A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty, high o' silver, a long ranger.

When it's faithful Indian companion total, the daring and resourceful mask wider of the planes

led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. No where 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 a past come up underings hoofbeats of the great horse silver. The lone ranger

rimes again. Let's go before and do it.

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And now here's the lone ranger. You'll hear it said that someone was born to the saddle.

That means he's a mighty good rider but remember like anyone else he had to learn to ride. He

probably took many spills doing it. He's good because he practiced. Road every time he had a chance.

In anything not just riding the winners of the fellows who train. Champions are made not born.

I'll agree lone ranger but is there anything besides practice a person can do to help his training?

Absolutely. Eat the right foods. I'd like to pass along something the old pioneers knew.

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The lone ranger and Tottel were riding south at twilight when they saw signs of an impending storm.

They camped in a cave and soon after dark heard distant thunder.

It's going to rain hard before morning Tottel. That way found this cave.

Ah, it saves us building shelter. The storm moving this way.

He must hurry. Let me hear something. Sound like railroad trains.

That's what it is. We're near the new tracks of the Union Pacific. Men still work in tracks.

They're working at the end of line some distance west of here. That train's probably carrying supplies.

Sitting near the mouth of the cave the mask man and his Indian friend listen to the train and the

intermittent thunder. They heard the engine labor on a long uphill climb. They heard it moving

slower and slower as it approached the crest and then it stopped.

It was the threat of sudden death not like of power that stopped the train. A short distance

below the crest of the hill. The engineer and firemen stood in the cab with their hands raised

and faced two men with guns. The gunman's faces were concealed by red bandanas

through which eye holes have been cut. You engineer keep your hands high until the firemen's

tied. You make a fast move out blow your head off. If you'll spank the ins and after the payroll

cash you're due for disabignment. Now don't tell me it's not on this.

The train is one thing but gets it off is something different.

I'm going to hold your hands. Did I gag your balls? That's not necessary but tie the feet

and you stay here in the cabin garden while I go see if the boys need help and get in the cash.

Need more help and you can give them. You'll find that out.

A few minutes later Pete Larson, the leader of the outlaws, entered the caboose of the supply train

and found the guard tightly bound lying on the floor beside two iron strongboxes.

Three members of the gang looked at their leader helplessly and one said,

Oh, so cash is in these boxes but we can't get it.

Why not? They were locked in Omaha and can't be opened until they reached the paymaster at the end

of track. He's the only one who has a key. A bullet should smash the locks.

And we tried it. Where and I didn't hear a gunshot?

Not fine. Twice just a few minutes ago I reckon my gun was muffled in this car.

It was a rumble of thunder as you find it and we'll take the boxes with us and use

bless and powder on them.

The lone ranger and tunnel were waiting to hear the train resume its westward journey.

Train whistle should be starting now. I wonder why the engineer is sounding the whistle.

Maybe in signal other railroad men.

That whistle can't be heard as far as the end of track.

Three time whistle sound.

Yes and three gunshots as a signal for help.

Maybe three train whistle means same thing.

Among thought over it's head of the horses and find out.

Once a little there comes out.

In a few minutes the lone ranger and tunnel rode out of the cave and headed south toward the new tracks of the Union Pacific.

Meanwhile several miles beyond the tracks.

Larsen watched his four companions bury the strong boxes in a hole.

They had made by loosening the dirt with hunting knives and scooping it out by hand.

We should have shovels for this kind of work.

You're doing all right. Push the rest of the dirt over the boxes.

I hate to leave all the cash buried here.

We'll leave it here until the hull of blue over the robbery dies down.

And we'll come back with blast and powder and get the cash.

The lone ranger and tunnel drew rain beside the halted locomotive and climbed into the cab.

The red glow from the open firebox reveal the engineer and fireman tightly bound.

The engineer exclaimed,

Mask, God, I say his preserves. How many crooks are there?

Not crooks.

Oh, still, while I cut the ropes.

Free that man, tunnel.

Tell me what happened.

When we were moving slow on the upgrade, five men rode alongside.

Their faces were covered and they had guns on us.

I had to stop the train and we'd both been killed.

And when we stopped two of the trucks came into this engine cabin tightest.

The others went after the payroll money.

Was the cash for the buys at the end of the track?

Yeah, your ankles are free.

Thanks.

They've got to see if the guard was killing.

Oh, oh, oh, my feet are asleep.

They'll be all right in a minute.

Minor asleep, too.

Try something, I'm telling you.

You know if the others got the money?

Yeah.

We saw them riding south with the heavy strong boxes

running across the back of one of the horses.

Have an extra horse?

No.

One of the crooks rode double.

I waited a while and I got the whistle-cardonnly teased and gave the signal for help.

I didn't know that it would be heard and understood, but it was hard like a duel.

He'll better know.

Uh-huh.

There you can solve.

He's like pins and needles sticking in my feet.

But thank you, Mark.

And let's see about the guard.

When released, the guard told about the crooks'

useful effort to open the strong boxes.

But beyond that, he added nothing to the lone ranger's knowledge of the robbery.

In a short time, the supply train was once more underway.

While a chug westward toward the end of track,

the lone ranger and Tonto rolled south.

They could see the trail of the outlaws during the brief intervals when the moon appeared

between the gathering storm clouds.

Presently, they reached the place where the strong boxes were buried.

Here they saw boot prints as well as hoop prints.

Oh, look at that.

Easy, Scotty, easy, come on.

I'll close this mount here, Kima, Sally.

Easy, silly big clock.

I wonder why the moon stays uncovered for a few minutes.

Kima, Sally, here, plenty of boot marks.

Look like men stamp feet by coloring the engine.

These men didn't stamp because their feet were numb.

I know this ground has been recently turned over.

Take away some of the dirt with your knife.

Think something buried here?

Yes.

Something is buried.

My knife just struck at the couple of inches below the surface.

Sounds like iron.

Might be the strong boxes.

In a few moments, the boxes were exposed and found to be securely locked.

Help me push the dirt back, Tonto.

We'll leave them buried.

We'll have to we've talked to Sheriff Tompkins.

Him, Frank.

Yes, we'll offer to help him catch the train robbers by using these boxes to bait a trap.

Black clouds covered the moon.

And the mask myelon Tonto finished burying the boxes in Inky Darkness.

Then...

Rain came in a cloud burst.

An instant alone ranger and Tonto were drenched to the skin.

Rain, watch out, Frank.

The thieves were heading south.

I think they went to Brentville.

The only nearby town.

Why do you think they've got a town?

They've been going to a hideout to take them to strong boxes with them.

They wouldn't dare carry them into a community where people might see so they buried them.

Oh.

Sheriff Tompkins live in Brentville.

That's where we're going.

He's taking some of it from us.

Come on, Tonto.

It's hot.

It's hot.

The sheriff lived alone in a small house near the edge of Tom.

He was an early riser and habitually prepared and ate his breakfast before daybreak.

The morning after the storm was no exception.

He was frying eggs and bacon when someone wrapped on the back door.

Here's to me.

Morning, Sheriff.

You!

I had you to come glad to see you.

It's been a long time since we last met.

I'm glad to see you, Sheriff.

Where's Tonto?

In your cellar shed rubbing down our horses.

We took the liberty of putting them there.

You did the right thing.

If there's, where does you?

They need to rub down.

You'll live.

Find my clues in the bedroom.

Help yourself.

There'll be too small for you, but there'll be dry.

Why don't you change your now?

Put more eggs and bacon on the stool.

I just want to show off.

There was a train robbery last night.

A supply train.

Five thieves stole a pair of money for the workers at the end of track.

Tell me about it when we eat.

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.

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Many of us practice makes perfect and practice made pretty Betty shallow, figure skating star of the ship's

sads and johns and ice follies. As a little girl on figure skates, Betty practiced her figure

eights. She learned to leap, to glide, to spin, and to help her on to win, she'd really spoon her

weedies in. Now Betty whirls on flashing blade, weedies helped her make the grade. Sure, Betty

shallow grew up on weedies, started at the age of eight. Sure keeps a girl up on her toes.

There's a whole kernel of weed in every weedie's flake. Now watch Betty whirls away.

Now to continue. While the lone ranger and Tato joined the sheriff in a hearty breakfast,

the maskmen told about the robbery and the finding of the strongboxes and suggested a plan to

trap the thieves. First of all, we'll need cooperation from the railroad officials.

Just bread word that the stolen money is of a special nature. Special nature?

Yes, new paper money and large denominations are new gold double eagles.

That should be easy to arrange the railroad men will do anything I ask when I tell them the case

you shave. What's the rusty plan? We'll need a few large bills, our gold coins, depending on what

is supposedly stolen. The banker will cooperate. Then I'll try to get a job of swampering the cafe.

You swampering? Sweeping floors? Washing dishes?

Well, when Kimisabi wear disguise.

Him look like gold man. I'll establish myself as an old man who's flat broke.

Then I'll suddenly flash money in gold coins or large bills.

I see, you want the thieves to think you found the casually buried, is that it?

Yes, those thieves are in town, as I think. They'll surely spend time in the cafe.

And here the butcher's certain wills. That's right. Then their logical move would be to go

where they buried the strong boxes to see if they've been disturbed.

Right, it's a good plan to them for it.

Sunrise found the sheriff in the staple with the lone ranger and Tato.

The three men were settling their horses.

They shall be with you, Tato. My guns and clothes are in the saddlebags.

Ah, you get old clothes and make up?

Yes, I'm ready to put on disguise.

Sheriff it'll likely be after dark and you return for the meeting with the railroad men.

Yes, you reckon so. It's a long ride to be in the drape.

By then I hope to be a swamper in the cafe.

I sure drop in to see it.

That evening Sheriff Tompkins entered the cafe and sold her to one end of the bar.

He had not the slightest suspicion that the bartender was the leader of the train robbers.

He spoke cordially.

That was everything gone, logic.

All the same as usual, Sheriff.

Hey, I see you've got a new swamper.

When did he start work?

The boss hired him this morning.

Old Galut was willing to work for meals and a place to sleep.

Was he here last night?

I don't know, it was my night off.

The lay reckon I'll question him.

I'm always suspicious of men who show up in town just after a robbery.

A robbery.

What robbery, Sheriff?

The train robber last night.

The crooks stole the unique Pacific strongboxes filled with payroll money.

Don't say it.

See, what's the swamper's name?

Oh, are we calling Jova?

You can't accuse that old man of being a train robber.

I just want to talk to him.

As he approached the man with a broom,

the sheriff found it hard to believe that the swamper who looked so old and feeble

was actually the lone ranger.

Yes, you.

You speaking to me, mister?

Yes, I want to talk to you.

Did you see the railroad man?

Yes, everything you say to you.

The word's going to have to the strongboxes held double eagles.

And I'll leave a few of them.

I got sent from the bank here and dropped them into the pocket of your coat.

Would the robbery of the only return wet tomorrow night?

And tomorrow night I'll start spending double eagles.

Instead of sleeping on the bunk provided for his use in the storeroom,

the lone ranger left the cafe when his work was finished.

He made sure no one saw him go to the sheriff's table where he spent the night and the following day.

It was the middle of the evening when the lone ranger entered the cafe.

He still posed as an old man.

But his humble manner had given way to a jottie swagger.

When he stepped to the bar, Larson frowned and said,

It's high time you showed up.

The boss is mighty sore.

Well, then get sore.

Are you old?

No, don't give me any sassy talk.

Because I'm here as a customer.

A customer?

You've got any money?

What do you call this, huh?

What are you doing?

Job legal.

Change it for silver dollars.

I need to try my luck in the gaming room.

Where'd you get $20?

I don't see as any of your business.

The lone ranger seemed to be well-supplied with double eagles.

In a community with that particular type of gold coin was rarely seen.

Presently, as he stood at one of the game tables,

Larson tapped him on the shoulder.

Hold your bed, Joan.

Larson, you're supposed to be behind the bar.

Better go back and put your apron on.

Someone wants to talk to you in the back room.

I'm busy.

Better come with me.

All right.

Keep the game going, Jim.

So be right back.

Open the door and go on in.

Who are those two men?

Go on in.

Hey, you need to shout me.

You get more in the shop if you don't answer questions.

Who's that man?

We're asking the questions.

You listen to me, Joel.

You spend around $100 and gold in the past half hour.

Where'd you get your cash?

Man, give it to me.

That's where I got it.

Who?

Dad read it.

I'm not answering any more questions.

I know who's asking them.

If you're along, I'm going to show me a bad your credential.

Trying to be smart, eh?

Well, you better get this straight.

Let go of the front of my shirt.

You talker will get rough with you.

Where'd you get that gold?

I told you, man.

Who is it?

I'll talk to the sheriff.

You talk to us.

Let me get him, Jake.

He'll talk after I'll rake his head with a gun.

Larson, you can't let him treat me like this.

Oh, well, guess again, Joel.

Name the man who gave it a go, or we'll beat you

to within an inch of your life.

And I'll start with a barrel of this gun.

You guess I gave it?

Well, you enter grab Trigg's gun with his right hand,

while his left jab, Larson, in the stomach.

He rents free from Jake's grip on his shirt,

and swung the gun in a blow that sent the outlaw sprawling.

He grabbed low and charged against Trigg,

who fell back against the table.

At the same instant, the lone ranger fired at the single lie

in the room, which was hung from the ceiling

in the darkness and confusion.

While the three outlaws were helplessly off-balance,

the lone ranger leaped through the window.

Outside, he ran to the hit trail,

and leaped to the back of a strong horse.

He had brought from the shirt of Stable.

Get up, corner up!

He was far down the street, by the time Larson,

Jake and Trigg reached the front of the cafe.

There he goes, hit not a toe.

Hold your fire, Jake.

He stole our gold.

You can't hit him at that distance.

We were too slow getting through that window,

but it made better time if we'd gone through the cafe.

We never got through the crowd.

Everyone had stopped us.

Asked what was going on in the back room.

Well, we got to get that old gillage.

He found the strong boxes and busted them open.

Maybe not.

Maybe he told the truth.

Maybe he did get that gold from someone else.

Well, then someone else found the very boxes.

Jake, go to the hotel, get blazing gimp.

Well, Trigg and I sat on some horses.

Are we going after that, Elbury?

First, we'll see if the strong boxes were disturbed.

If there's we left them, then we needn't bother about the cruddy.

What if the cash is gone?

In that case, we'll hunt down that old geezer

if it's our last thing we do.

Unless then a quarter of an hour,

the five thieves were riding north,

retracing the route they had traveled on the night of the robbery.

In due time, they reached the place

where the strong boxes were buried,

and cruel rain.

Move, move, move.

They're going to be affected.

They just mounted in the small clearing,

surrounded by dense underbrush.

Larson handed one of the men a spade.

Here, Jake, start taking right.

The ground seems understurbed, Larson.

Yeah, it looks smooth enough.

I don't think anyone would bother to fill in the hole

left to find in the money.

Larson, the spade struck one of the boxes.

There are ways to search. Let's have a look at it.

As far as I can see, it's just as we left it

after bringing it off the train.

He's here to know.

Hey, what are you saying?

He's out.

Token, you're all killed.

The sheriff, they're behind the brush.

Put your hands up.

Let him have it.

No.

Sir, I'm not here alone.

Anyone else want to bullet the arm like Larson good?

Not me, my hands are up.

So am I.

Take your guns and other hands, boys.

Don't try any tricks for cover.

Keep your hands high.

Larson, they had a surrounded.

He'd been waiting for you, Cruz.

He'd heard enough to convince your brother

in the Union Pacific.

Larson, you wanted nowhere.

You look like Joe, but your voice is different.

Did you think I was really as old as I sounded?

Not when you started throwing your weight around.

I was about to answer your question, Larson.

You wanted to know who gave me the double egos.

It was the sheriff.

You and the sheriff.

You and the sheriff were in cahoots.

You made us think that gold was found.

That fixer bring us here.

They'll make that rope so tight.

Sheriff, I'm sorry.

I lost the five gold coins.

It's all right.

It was expense money.

They're licking the Union Pacific.

We'll figure it was a money low price

to pay for the capture of fine trade robbers.

Railroads money indebted to you, Mr.

The nation will someday be indebted to the railroad.

Trains will do much to bring civilization to the west.

I'm sorry.

Silver over Yonder.

All right, Todd over through here.

We meet again, sheriff.

As you were hope show.

Thanks for everything, Mr.

Hey.

Is that Andre a railroad detective?

No.

He acted like an old man.

But he isn't.

And he isn't as weak and feeble as he pretended.

He's strong as an ox.

He's not a detective.

He's not old and he's not feeble.

What's more, he didn't show you his own face.

You saw him.

He was one of the scares.

But generally, he wears a mask.

He's a little ranger.

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