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So tomorrow morning and every morning, start the day right with a Cheerios breakfast. Then you'll hear people say... With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and retortful masked rider 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 hoofbeats of the great horse, Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! Let's go, big fellow! Are you Silver? Come on! Amanda Lynn was not the raw-boned, strong-chin type of woman that came to mind when one spoke of a frontier wife and mother in the far west. To the contrary, Amanda was a short, rather plump woman with fair skin and delicate features, who men instinctively felt needed protection and care from the rougher things in life. Gruff six-foot Hiram Lynn had that same feeling at first, but years of marriage had proved to him that appearances were deceiving. At twelve years of age, Lucy showed many of her mother's traits. She too had a fearlessness and inward strength that belied her delicate appearance. One morning, Hiram noticed at breakfast that Lucy was eating hastily. He spoke to her gruffly. Now, sit here, Lucy. Take your time. No reason to gulp your fiddles down like that. But I have to hurry, Daddy. I'm going to ride over to the round-up with Tactus. He said I could. You're not going to do any such thing, Savvy. Those cattle get out of hand will be downright dangerous. No, sir, you're staying right here, butting in. That's big, Hiram. The way you carry on, you think Tactus is going to take Lucy to watch a bunch of Indians on the war pass. Oh, boy, you know Lucy's used to riding where the cattle are. Sure, but it's different when it's... And you have to admit that Tactus is mighty careful about Lucy when she's with it. Of course I admit it, Amanda, but I... Then that means that you really have no objection to the child going with her this morning. Oh, darling, Daddy. Oh, I knew you didn't mean it about telling me I couldn't go. Oh, I have to hurry her. Tactus will leave without me. I know it'll be lots of fun. Now, hold on, Lucy. When I sit... Now, sit down and finish your breakfast. That's just a look after Lucy, so don't worry. Half an hour later, Tactus, the ranch foreman, and Lucy moved along one side of a wide fertile valley where the cattle were being gathered into a large herd by the ranch hens. Oh, no, Jerry. I have to get out there and keep them little co-watties in hand. No, I'm not afraid, Tactus. I'll wait for you. No, not here, you won't. I want you to ride up this slope to that cottonwood grove yonder. You can see the whole valley from up there, so you won't miss an area of things. I'll come up there for you later. All right, Tactus. Get up there. Get up there. Lucy rode up the slope while Tactus went to join the roundup. Leaching the grove on the top of the slope, Lucy stopped and dismounted. Robert, Robert. Her horse moved back through the grove, nibbling at the undergrowth. Suddenly, she heard a snort and squeal. But Billy, frightened by a reptile, galloped back through the grove without heeding her cries. Lucy, intent upon catching her horse, followed. First running as fast as she could. Then, as her wind gave out, continuing to walk in the direction he had gone. Finally, she came to a halt on the rim of a large gully. A small herd of cattle moved along the bottom of the gully. And Lucy sighed with relief as she saw a man wearing a sombrero, riding in front of them. They're from a dandy's cattle. And there's one of the men. Or maybe they've been going. Just as he started to call out, she gasped with surprise as she looked at the horseman riding behind the cattle. Well, I've got to go back and come past me. As Lucy turned, her eyes widened and she clasped her hand over her mouth to stifle the gasp of fright that welled in her throat. A painted and feathered Indian stood staring at her with a tomahawk raised suggestively. Little squaw, not make noise. Go down pass into gully. Amanda Lynn's firm training and the traits she had passed on to her little daughter were evident. As Lucy, without a sound, walked in the direction the Indian pointed and started down a path into the gully with her savage captor close behind. As they went down the path, the Indian suddenly gave as a signal the wailing howl of a coyote. When they reached the bottom of the gully, the others had left the herd and were waiting. Mail, child, squaw. Little squaw watch from rim of gully. It's not good. What'd you do here alone, little girl? My horse ran away and I followed him. And you're feeding my body's fredder. I just know you are. You belong, Lynn Spread? Yes, my father owned him. Dad, in practice, there'll be all the men when they find out you stole cattle. You plenty brave, small squaw. Not good, you tell father. We take you Indian village, talk with big chief. Oh, no. No, I want to go home. Me call breathe. Me take you on horse, you come village. Ute, lame. That afternoon in the hills, the Lone Ranger and Cotto were busy in their temporary camp, mending and polishing their riding gear. The Lone Ranger was saying, There's been a lot of cattle rustling in this southwest territory, Cotto. So far, no one has been able to tail with these. No. Remember the report the Padre had from your friend, Keith Thundercloud? Ah. Keith Thundercloud sent messages that Keith Blackhawk breaks away from time. Him take small band brave right away. Three moons go. Wouldn't surprise me to find out that Blackhawk and his braids were responsible for all the rustling that's been going on. Ah. Over here's something. He's warning us. Uh-huh. See here, Hope Beach. See, Miss Adi. Yeah. He looks down toward trail. I hear them now. One horse. Mm, that's right. Yeah. Me see him. His horse was our rider. Hey, Cotto. Go get him. Hey, Cotto. Hey, come on. Get him up. Come on. A few minutes later, Cotto returned, leading Lucy's riderless horse. Oh, Cotto. Oh, fly like that. Well, I need you to stop. Did you catch sight of anyone on foot, Cotto? No. I mean, look. Not see anyone. The rider may have been hurt. You'll backtrack the horse's tail and try to find the owner. Here, Cotto. Bring the other horse along, Cotto. Let's go. Easy. Big horse. Easy. Bon, Cotto. Bon, Cotto. Lucy's horse had cut down the slope some distance from the gully to which he had wandered, so that when backtracking his trail, the lone ranger and Cotto didn't catch sight of the trail left by the rustled cattle. Meantime, Cactus and a few of the men who were ready to go back to the bunkhouse rode up the slope from the valley to meet Lucy. As they approached the grove, Cactus spoke on Italy. That's funny. I don't see Lucy anywhere. We'll check around and see if we can find her. Or at least pick up a trail. Get up. Get up. As the small group rode up the slope toward the grove, the lone ranger and Cotto entered the cottonwood from the other side, leading Lucy's horse. As they approached the spot from which the horse had bolted, Cactus and the others came over the rise a short distance away. The masked man and Indian were looking at the ground as they rode, so that in spite of a warning Quinny from the great horse silver, Cactus and the others have already seen them and rode toward them with drawn guns. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. How about your family? Do you all like different cereals for breakfast? Here's a suggestion. Pick a pack of cereals. Pick a pack of tricks. Pick a pack of jets. Pick a pack of kicks. And Wheaties, too. The choice is up to you with a very proper Pick a Pack package. It's Pick a Pack, the all-family cereal package with the easy opening top and inside individual servings of five wonderful cereals. Wheaties, Breakfast of Champions. Cereals, the cereal shaped like little O's. New High Pop Kick. Food for Action, Sugar Jack, Triple Treat of Sugar, Oat and Wheat. And Trix, the fruit-flavored Gay Color Cereals. Five delicious favorites, all in individual packs that feel in practice. Easy to open, easy to dispose of. Next time, pick a pack of cereals. Pick a pack of tricks. Pick a pack of jets. Pick a pack of kits. And Wheaties, too. The choice is up to you with a very proper Pick a Pack package. Now to continue. Facing the drawn guns in the hands of Cactus and the four men with him, the Lone Ranger realized that he and Cotto were in immediate danger. As he hesitated, Cactus repeated. I said, speak up fast or get a bullet. Now, where's the girl? We know nothing about the girl you mentioned. He's lying. Cactus, make him feel it. Come on. Better yet, we'll drill a bulldum. Then we'll backtrack on till we find him. The Lone Ranger signals Silver with a slight movement of his heel. The intelligent horse suddenly sprang forward, shoving right into the group with two stairs, rearing and kicking at the other horses and sending them into a frenzied turmoil. For a moment, Cactus and the others fought to control their frightened horses as they bucked and whirled to escape the nipping teeth and sharp, raking hoofs of the great white stallion. When the men again turned their attention to the masked man and Indian, they found themselves staring at a double brace of guns. Drop your guns, all of you. That's me, that's me. I'll tell you, old gun. Oh, my hand. Now, drop those guns, Cactus. I've gone. He's too fast for his boys. Better drop him. You won't listen to exclamations about my mask. But I repeat, we're not outlaws. We know nothing about the girl who rode that horse over there. Let's get going, Cactus. Now, come on. Get your guns quick. And we'll trail those two. And the next time, we'll scoot on fire. Come on. Hurry up. Cactus and three of the men started trailing the Lone Ranger and Toto, while the cowboy, who was handed the neck by the masked man's bullets, went to the ranch house. Hiram Lynn had just dismounted at the corral when the cowboy rode in and told him what had happened. Hey, Thunder, I knew something would happen. I knew it. Now, you go in the house and get your hands fixed. I'll round up the rest of the men and follow after Cactus and the others. Right. I'll find that masked gombley and make him tell what he knows about Lucy if I have to flay him alive to do it. Him and that Indian with him are clever and quick. Well, they won't be when we get done with him. All right, first you men, follow me. A few minutes later, the cowboy related the story to Mrs. Lynn as she bandaged his hand. Amanda, in her calm and determined way, left the ranch house and rode to the grove where Lucy had been last seen, deciding to try to trail her little girl. The lone ringer and Tonto, having used clever means to cover their trail, headed back to the grove when they were sure they had lost their pursuers. They came upon Amanda suddenly, but to their surprise, she showed no fear as they pulled to a stop before her. Oh, sir. Oh, sir. Oh, sir. We've come to help. Please don't be afraid of us. I'm not afraid. And if you come to help, I'll be grateful, ma'am. Well, we're not outlaws as the men from the Lynn ranch seem to think. I'm Amanda, Hiram Lynn's wife. I've been thinking about the men meeting you here. Yes? Well, it's tough to me that you wouldn't come back here bringing Lucy's horse if you've been the cause of her disappearance. Men just don't stop to think sometimes. I admire your courage and your reasoning, Mrs. Lynn. Believe me, we'd like nothing better than to find your daughters for you. That's why we've come back again. I believe you. But there's danger. Hiram and Cassius and the others are following the trail. I hope we've covered our tales. I see. Well, I found some of Lucy's footmarks. Good. Tuttle and I'll follow them until... I'm going with you. Shall we get started now? Why, of course. Come on. Come on. Come on. Once they'd picked up the trail, it was a simple matter for the Lone Ranger and Toto to follow it. When they reached the gully, Toto pointed out where Lucy had been put on a horse. Toto walked away a short distance, then returned to report. What did you find, Toto? A small herd of cattle go through gullies. Emprisoned by Indians. You see, Mark, Indian ponies. What do you suppose they'll do? Keep up your courage, Mrs. Lynn. I'm sure we'll find Lucy unharmed. Would you be willing now to go back? Because you're... You're afraid of what we might really find, is that it? Oh, no. You can help by going back and finding your husband and the men. Have them follow the trail after the herd. We'll go ahead and find the hidden village. All right, I'll go. Good. Tell them to hurry. We'll need their help. And don't worry, Mrs. Lynn. Try to find the men quickly. Adios. Good boy. Get up here. One has more courage than most men, Toto. Let's hurry. There's no time to lose. Lucy isn't as safe as I tried to make her mother believe. Blackhawk and his band, consisting of ten braids, had put up wigwams in a secluded hollow far back in the hills. The wigwams were in a large circle, and in one of them, Lucy lay with her hands and feet tied. The little girl had tried to be brave, but as dust began to fall, she finally gave way to stifled sobbing. Toto knew the tricks of Indians. He and the lone ranger had been able to follow the cattle in spite of breed's efforts to throw off pursuit. They finally located the village and stopped in the shadows. As the two men stood looking over the village, Toto pointed out that because it was a marauding band of Indians, there were no dogs with them, thus safeguarding their approach against detection. They noted that about eight braids were gathered near a campfire in some sort of powwow, while a single brave at each end of the hollow acted as guards. The lone ranger counted ten in all. Finally, he outlined a plan. Toto, there are six wigwams in that circle. No one seems to be guarding them. I'll go to three. You take the other three. Ah. The shadows are just deep enough to help us. Keep up behind each wigwam. Make a small hole with your knife you can look in. But be careful. You see the girls? Slip the back of the wigwam and bring her out. I'll let you go. In the wigwam, Lucy shivered as the leering pace of breed looked in. She's plenty angry with small squaw. Please. Ask him to let me go. Please. Him say it not good let you go. Him say maybe make trade with Apache. Get good horse for squaw slay. No. No. I want to go home. You not go home. Keep Blackhawk broken. Tears not help. Me go now. Let them keep me wet. Don't let them. Inside the wigwam, as he peered through the front opening, he grabbed his guns, ready for instant action. He saw Toto surrounded by Blackhawk's braves. Blackhawk was speaking. Follow on me, brave. Come to fight on me. The Lone Ranger saw the group move back as two braves sprang forward, each grasping one of Toto's arms, holding them straight out in a vice-like grip. They turned Toto so that his profile was visible from the wigwam. Then the chief drew a knife and held it high as he stood in front of the masked man's friend. Two great spirits. I send this brave ass off to him. The Lone Ranger knew the time had come to act. The chief stood facing Toto with his side toward the masked man. The Lone Ranger realized he and Toto were two against the chief and ten braves. But as the knife started downward, the Lone Ranger fired. And the masked figure, ready to die fighting to save his friend, sprang forward, both guns blazing. But at that moment, a welcome sound came to the ears of the masked man and his Indian friend. Hiram Lynn, leading 20 or more men, galloping to the village with guns in action. Within a short time, the fight was over, and Blackhawk and his ten braves were thoroughly cowed. By thunder, I could see you heading right into that yelping band of savages as we rode into the village. You sure got a lot of courage, mister. Thanks. You couldn't have held out long. Oh, boy, oh, oh, yeah, anybody, oh. Here, easy now. Down you go. Here she is, right where you said, mister. But the masked man saved me. It's even going to make me be a slave with your party. Heaven forbid. Here comes Amanda. She was waiting on the edge of the woods. Mama, come on, please, little girl. Yeah, she takes after her mom. Amanda told us about you and the Indian Toto, mister. Sorry for causing your trouble. And thanks for finding Lucy in the cattle. Well, that's all right. Frankly, you're lucky to have a woman like Mrs. Lynn as your wife. Women like her have given men the courage and fortitude to come west and stay here. We'll go now. Guard these Indians. We'll notify the troopers to come after them. All right, let's go, Tonto. Adios. Adios. Darling, I like him. I know, Tonto. Well, I admire him greatly. Give great courage to understand him. Well, in spite of the mess, I knew instinctively he could be trusted. I reckon women are a lot smarter than men when it comes to judging folks. I wonder who he is. I asked the Indian Tonto, and when he told me, I knew that was the one man he could bring our Lucy back to. He's the Lone Ranger. A copyrighted feature of The Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Trenzel Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of The Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Ford. Listen to The Lone Ranger, brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time. Here we go.
