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THE LONE RANGER
Ranger. — ( Tossing rope ) We’ll see about that!
Announcer. — Coil after coil of rope was tossed about the outlaw until he could move neither arms nor legs! Then the Lone Ranger treated the unconscious man in the same way! The two were tied to the trunk of a convenient tree. The Lone Ranger reclaimed his gun belt from the one who had taken it; then when the brace of familiar weapons were strapped in place, he took a mask from beneath his shirt and adjusted it over his eyes. Now he was the masked mystery rider once again. He leaped astride the great horse Silver and shouted
Ranger. — Hi yo, Silver! Away-y-y-y
Sound. — Hoofs.
Music. — Theme song sustain in background.
Announcer. — Riding hard along the trail he’d blazed, the Lone Ranger thought only of the safety of his faithful Indian companion Tonto.
Ranger.’ — If Brogan gets to Tonto first, he'll make him think we're prisoners! Come on, Silver old boy, stretch out those great legs of yours! We’ve got to let Tonto understand that we're not captured! Hi yo, Silver, away!
Music. — Crescendo to finish.
Announcer. — The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger drama. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a moment.
(Commercial and Presentation)
Announcer. — Tonto followed the trail blazed by the Lone Ranger when the masked mystery rider was a captive of Pete Brogan’s men. The Indian rode fast, his keen eye catch¬ ing the small marks on the trees he passed. Then three men loomed on the trail ahead . . .
Sound. — Hoofs clattering to halt.
Tonto. — Whoa, scout! Whoa, feller!
Pete. — ( Approaching ) Rein up, boys. Whoa thar!
Sound. — Hoofs approach and halt ... ad libbed whoas.
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