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Just mail your name and address on a postcard to General Mills, Box 3, Minneapolis, Minnesota. Second, start now to save rainbow premium coupons. You'll find them on the box tops of all General Mills cereals. They're on Wheaties, Furios, Strick, Kicks, Sugar Jacks, and the Betty Crocker Pick-a-Pack. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful mask glider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. Nowhere in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice. Return with us now to those swirling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoof-feats of the great horse, Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! Let's go, big fellow! I am, Silver! Go away! The Lone Ranger spreads in the Southwest Territory. Judd was a gruff type of man who ran his ranch with an iron hand. But there was one who took little or nothing from Judd, his ten-year-old daughter, James. To Judd, the sun rose and sat in James' blue eyes and fair hair. And the ranch hand secretly enjoyed the way the little girl handled her father. Jane approached Judd at the corral one day where he and Tex, the foreman, were looking over some highly-priced horses that Judd had bought. Yeah. That dung-colored chili is as fine a piece of horse horse as you could wish for, I think. Nobody's to ride here but me, you understand? Sure, boss, I said it. Oh, he sure is a beauty. He costs plenty, too. The fact is, that billy costs more than any of the rest. But, James, are here. You sure are, Jane. You ought to take your eyes, that is. Oh, yes. Here's the one I want. See? That one over there. No, no, no. Hold on a minute. You've got more of an eye for good horse place than I thought. I was just giving orders that no one rides that billy but me. Yep, that's right. That's what you said. Oh. Why don't you let me ride that one, Chris? I can ride pretty well. Now I think you've been teaching me. Jane, didn't I just say that... Uh-huh. You know, I'm going to name her beauty. That'll be her name from now on. Now listen here, girl. Get this through your head. I just gave orders that that... Oh, Daddy. You like that old horse better than you do me, I bet. Of course I don't. You know better than that, Taffy. Oh, golly, Taffy. I didn't say that at all. I said it... Now, Daddy. Don't be an alien, Daddy. Now, isn't that something... What are you laughing at? Nothing. Only I thought... I'll do the thinking around here. Taffy? Yeah. That silly acts up and throws, Jane. You'll care for me. Well, come on. I'll stab at duty for you right now. Let's see if you can get along all right with her. For several days, Jane, under Taffy's watchful guidance, rode Beauty around the ranch. Beauty sensed the love that Jane had for her and reacted to it with great affection. One night, Jane, waiting until the house was quiet, flipped on her shoes and putting on a flannel bathrobe, quietly left the house and headed for the large stable, a short distance behind the ranch house. Jane was bright, and as Jane walked past the bunkhouse, she realized there was no need for caution, since the cowhands were staying in camp on the range while they put up new fencing. The stable was a long building with doors facing the rear of the ranch house and also doors on the end away from the other buildings. Jane quietly opened one of the doors, just wide enough to slide through. Then she stopped and stood listening. What are you? I'm happy, Jane. As Jane peeked around the door, she was in time to see three figures leading the prized horses out of the rear door. Oh, Lord. I'm going in. Oh, they can't. After several attempts, Jane managed to put the cattle on the fornoons, the only animal left behind by the rustlers. She was panic-stricken at the thought of losing Beauty, and somehow she felt that she went back after her father. She'd blame her for leaving the house, which she thought the rustlers had gone. Finally, in spite of her constant urging, the pony slowed her pace. The exhausted pony gave no heed, and all at once came to a dead stop. Not until then that Jane's concern for Beauty gave way to fear. She suddenly realized she was lost, and worse, alone in the night with its weird sounds and scary shadows. Oh, stop. In the dark, where Jane sat sobbing, the Lone Ranger and Tonto had picked a temporary camp, and were rolled up in their blankets, sleeping. Suddenly, the Lone Ranger sat up, listening. Then, reaching over, he touched Tonto. Well, I thought I'd be right out there on the trail. That's right. We'll go on foot. You've got a little pull-up, Carl. It's a little girl. We're not outlaws. We won't hurt you. No, no. You not cry. You not be scared. I use the mask so that I can help people in trouble. We want to help you if you'll let us. That's right. But if you aren't outlaws, where's the men who took all Debbie's horses? My horse, Beauty. Who is your father? Doug Cooper. I'm Jane Cooper. I'm lost. I want to go home. We know where your father's going to be, Jane. Oh, tell me. When would the men you speak out take horses from your father? Just tonight. I went out to say goodnight to Beauty. Beauty? Beauty is my own horse. Oh, my very own. Now she's gone. I saw them take her away with the others. Well, maybe you have bad dreams about outlaws. Oh, no, no. I took out of the stables and I saw them leave. I heard them talking, too. I was like, dear. Really? Hey, what did you hear, Jane? I heard one of them say, just get away from here. Hey, I'll come from that chair. Hal. Maybe that Hal Burnett gang came or something. Yes, it could be. We sail the mirror here. You think we do, Jane? Could you get that, my horse, Jane? Well, we can't promise, Jane. We'll try. That's right. Go get silver and scale, Toto. I'll wait here with Jane. We'll take her back to her father's ranch and then try to pick up the trail of the farm. Yes, Jane. Swinger and Toto started back with Jane toward the Cooper's spread. It was bright moonlight and they could see for some distance. As they run to the bend in the trail, they saw a group of horsemen approaching. He'll throw red before she can explain. Make a little cottonwood to the left quick. Huh? groups, huh? No! We were under $58. We're under $58. Mud Kooper sent his men to trail the masked man and Indians while he took Jane back to the ranch house. It was dawn when the men rode up to the corral and just mom and go. Oh! Here comes the boy, trying to take some doggone tired to hear. Well, we might as well have been trying to trail a couple of ghosts, boss. They were too good at covering their trail, got peed away from them. That's what I expected. These lunk-headed cow folks couldn't trail a lame stray with red paint on their hoofs. We did the best we knew how, boss. But remember, even with a moon bright, it isn't easy to find out here to listen to excuses. Look, I noticed something about those two we met on the trail with James. Well, I noticed they got away, that's what. But the other thing was that they didn't try to trade lead with her. Like as if they didn't want to risk hitting little James. James tried to tell me they were her friends. They promised to bring her back home. She did. What are you making of that, boss? I'll tell you what I make of it. Poor child, so confused and upset, you don't realize what you're saying. I reckon that so. Well, I'm not interested in what you reckon, Jake, or anyone else. You get on your bronc right now and head for town. Sure. What for? Tell the sheriff I want him to get every man he can to ride in the posse. Tell him all of us will ride with him when he gets here. We're going to scour the countryside when we catch up with that man scowl who on the white horse. And that outlaw Indian is riding with him. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. Boy, did you ever have one of those rough days at school? Maybe you didn't get a real high mark on a test or score as many points as you wanted in a game. Well, that's the kind of a day a guy likes to get home and find his mother's baked a great big chocolate devil's food cake. Mmm, a cake that says, I think you're swell no matter what. A perfect cake, the kind mom gets every time she uses Betty Crocker's chocolate devil's food cake mix. And is it easy? All the good chocolatey fixings are right in the package. All she has to do is add water and two fresh eggs. For a cake that's so rich and homemade chocolatey good, you've got to have seconds, even thirds. Make sure there's lots of Betty Crocker's chocolate devil's food cake mix in the cupboard at your house. For a perfect cake every time you bake. Cake after cake after cake. It's guaranteed perfect by Betty Crocker of General Mills, Minneapolis. Now to continue. Without bothering to listen to what Gene had to say, Doug Cooper was convinced that the Lone Ranger and Tuttle were the rustlers who had run off his five horses. He sent one of his men to town for a sheriff and a large posse, saying he was determined to scour the countryside until the two had been caught. Work out, old fella! See this fella? Something wrong, Tuttle? Ah! Me here storekeeper tell woman, Sheriff, get them big posse together. Them not hunt, Burnett gang. Them hunters? Cooper will probably take most of his men along. He can try to pick up Burnett's trail behind the Cooper stable after the men have left. Here's who this? Check out easy, Connor. Mom, hello, Mom, now! The Lone Ranger and Tuttle concealed themselves and their horses in the arroyo. Finally, the sheriff, with Judd Cooper and about 30 men, passed by on the trail. After they'd gone a safe distance, the masked man and Indian left the arroyo and rode in a wide circle, finally coming to a halt behind Judd Cooper's stable. The Lone Ranger knelt down and studied the hoof mark. The mark showed where several nail heads had protruded from the shoe, making a sharp design. Satisfied with what he had found, the Lone Ranger stood up to leave, when a stable door facing the back of the ranch house suddenly opened, and Jane came in. Not when I came to pick up the trail left by the man who took your horse. Well, then you'll get beauty back for me? We'll try. Here, Jane. God, it's a bullet. Yes, but it's a special kind of bullet. It's made of silver. God, it's fine. If your father comes back, Jane, show that to him. Tell him I came here and gave it to you. All right. I'll tell him you're going to get beauty back, too. I hope so. Goodbye. Goodbye. Come on. Get him up and down. So the Lone Ranger and Tottle had spent considerable time picking out the trail. Time and again, they lost it. But by tedious and careful searching, they found it again, until finally they approached a long, rocky path. Suddenly, the Lone Ranger blew rain. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Although I just noticed something. Look up there. Up along the rim of this path. He was fired. Burned off trees. Yes. Yesterday morning on our way to the place where we made camp, we came along a trail up there near that rim. I remember seeing those charred trees. Ah, that's right. I remember, too, the back a ways of that upper trail. We looked down into a buck canyon. Ah. Maybe rustlers hide stolen horses there. Yes. We'll turn around and head for that upper trail. All right, let's hurry. Come on, Zulu. Get him off the trail. By two time later, the two men rode along the upper trail until they reached the back of the buck canyon. Close to the horse. Going close to the canyon rim, they looked down. They saw many horses grazing below. And off to one side, they could see a shot. No one inside, Tonto. We found them all right. Ah. And now what we do? We'll fire our lariets together so that they'll reach the bottom of the canyon. I'll go down first and we'll follow. That tree there will hold our weight. I'll go ahead. In the shack in the canyon, Hal Barnett and his two cronies lounged on cots. Hal was saying, Well, we've gone without trail so well, nobody could ever find us here. In a few days, it'll be things to move the horses out. They've probably been hunting us ever since last night. They'll be giving up by now, Hal. I'm not worried, Jay. Hey, you want to take a look around that? Hey, good idea, buddy. The outlaw called Buck cautiously opened the door and just as cautiously stepped outside. He was more nervous than the other two and was always prepared for what might happen. As he stood looking around, the rays of the setting sun struck the back of the shack. The dark shadow of the shack lay in front of him. Then Buck tensed as he saw another shadow appear, the long shadow of a man who must be on the side of the shack near the window. The lone ranger had approached the shack along the side and edged forward to look in the window. Suddenly, he was startled by Buck's voice a few feet away at the corner of the shack. Please, Mr. Smith. Don't turn around. You move quietly, my friend. Please. All right. I'm taking no chance to get a mask on. That's right. Yes, the same. I'm taking no chances. There's a slug in this gun just for use. You're good. The lone ranger took a deep breath. Buck stood right behind him. Suddenly, the masked man kicked back, a man who was swinging his hand down against Buck's gun arm. This will do it. This will finish it off. A heavy blow to the chin took Buck off his feet and stretched him on the ground. The lone ranger heard the other two slam out the front door. With both guns ready, he knew they'd be smart enough to separate and come around either side of the shack. Hal Barnett came in the view around the corner of the shack with drawn guns. Even as he fired at Hal, he expected a slug to rip his back from the other man's gun. No, you won't. You got two. Hunter, you got that other one just in time. I can almost feel a bullet coming from behind me. Oh, we've got three. That must be all. Yes. Oh, look, coming into the pass, the posse. Ah, we get behind Jack. Maybe them two to the... I guess they saw the bullet I gave James. Oh, they got all three of them. Yeah? Didn't need our help, Sheriff. Yeah, I guess they didn't. You and the men from Lakeby's Russell. That's Hal Barnett and his men. Hal Barnett? Man alive, that's some catch. Then if Jane told us to ship a bullet together, then Jet May remembered who you were. I'm glad you did. I was getting tired of hiding from your posse. God, you can take Jane's horse beauty back to her. I know she'll be happy. She sure will. Yes, sir. How do I leave now? We left our horses on the rim. We'll climb up the way we came down. Adios. Adios. By thunder, that's one fine arm break here. They don't come any finer. Yes, yes, right. Now, now, wait a minute, boss. It's more you want to see him living with bullets. Right? Now, listen here, Peck. Don't be trying to tell me what I can say. How I can feel, Savvy. Sure, sure, boss. Great day. Look at that masked man go up that rope over yonder. Yeah. And now there goes the Indian. Yes, sir. I knew all the time little Jane knew what she was talking about. That's one friend she can be glad to have. But, boss, she said this morning... What I said and what I meant are two different things, Savvy. Double you lazy bunch of waddies is you can't tell an outlaw from... Well, from the best hombre in the West. The Lone Ranger. 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