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Go-power. You'll get it from Cheerios. Try it, and folks will say... He's feeling his Cheerios. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful mask 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 thrilling 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 fella. Are you, Silver? Fire away! After many dreary and disheartening weeks of hardship and danger, pioneers in covered wagons moved across the western part of Utah. They hoped to reach the Nevada border and the town of Border City within a couple of days. But this hope was never realized. The veteran guide riding beside the lead wagon was the first to sense disaster when he heard an Indian war cry. Indians coming from the north! He saw savages riding from the crest of a hill. Farmer circle! Speed born of desperation. When the wagons were in position, the women unloaded firearms, ammunition, and medical supplies while the men unhitched the horses, then tipped the heavy wagons to their side. All right, boys! Push it over! Do you think the floorboards of the wagons have stop rifle bullets? Let's hope so! It's the only protection we've got! The Indians are starting to ride in a circle around us. Let them love it! The pioneers fought gravely, but their supply of ammunition was limited. Against the overwhelming odds, defeat was inevitable. Before dark, the fight was over. The pioneers massacred and the wagons burned. That night, the lone survivor, a boy of 16 who had lived through the massacre by feigning death, moved through the darkness, away from the scene that wrote an infamous page in the history of the West. The following morning, the lone ranger and Tonto riding across the plains saw the remains of burned wagons and grim evidence of a heroic struggle. Oh, easy, big fella! Easy, scum, easy, scum! The work of the patches! After making sure that all the pioneers were beyond earthly help, the lone ranger said, Too many for us to bury, Tonto. We'll report this to the fort. Ah. Let's examine the ground beyond the circle of wagons. On the soft ground, the masked man and his companion found many tracks of unchard ponies. A big band of Indians, Tonto. Ah. Them come from hill over that way. They went away over the same hill. Notice all the rifle shells. Ah. Look like cartridges from Sharpe's rifle. Yes. I wonder how the savages got modern weapons. Me wonder. Same thing. A lot of Apaches armed with Sharpe's rifles. That means more trouble to come. Kimahadi. Yes. Here, bootmarch. Let me see. Those were not made by an Indian. That's right. Might follow a walk here. He headed west. And his trail's on top of the pony tracks. He was alive after the Indians left. Ah. Him got long walked aboard a city. Maybe we follow tracks, catch up, and help them. Yes, we'll do that, Tonto. But first, I want to ride up that hill. You think Indians camped on the other side? No, but the tracks beyond the hill may tell us which way they went. Oh. All right, let's go, Tonto. Easy, easy, fella. Easy, fella. Come on, Silver. Come up, scouts. The two men, both highly skilled in reading trail signs, followed the tracks of Indian ponies across the level plain and up the hillside. They were but a short distance from the crest when the sharp eyes of the lone ranger saw something on the ground. He called. Right in, Tonto. Close, over, go. Oh, fella. I'm going back a few yards to look at something beside that boulder. Come on, Silver. Come, scouts. Come, fella. What do you see, Kimasabi? You were farther away from the rock than I was. Well, here we are. Oh, silver, go. Easy, fella. Easy, fella. Easy, fella. What's that? A half-smoked cigarette. Oh. There are others close to rock. Someone here for a long time smoked plenty cigarette. There were two men standing here, Tonto, and they wore boots, not moccasins. They're marks of horses. Big horses wearing shoes. Two men stood behind and beside this rock and watched the attack on the wagon train. Me wonder who men are. Something to find out if they were... Oh. Have you found something? Oh. Maybe this helped. A small velvet tassel. Oh, me see tassel like this on plenty fancy hat in Mexico. That's right. This might have come from a Mexican hat. Take it with us. Oh. Kimasabi. Me hear hooptees. Horses coming from the other side of the hill. Putting into his pocket the red velvet tassel that had probably been one of many that dangled from the wide brim of a fancy sombrero, the Lone Ranger looked toward the crest of the hill. Six troopers rolled into view from the far side. A lieutenant, a sergeant, and four privates. Well, then see us. Will you stay here? Yes. They may know something about the Apaches. They were passed, huh? Sergeant, keep these two covered. Lieutenant, there's been a massacre. That's why we're here. The scout brought word to the camp a couple of hours ago. Colonel Hodge, detail me. Colonel Hodge, is he your commanding officer? Yes. He came to investigate. After the massacre, the Indians rode over this hill. You may have seen their tracks. The ground north of the hill is hard labber. Tracks don't show. Please tell the colonel that I... I'm instructed to bring in anyone who looks suspicious. That mass qualifies you as a suspicious character. Well, I'd like to speak to Colonel Hodge. I intend to take you to him. Where is the camp? About ten miles due north. I'm sorry, Lieutenant. That's too far. We can't take the time to go there now. You can't take the time? No, we want to follow the trail of one man who survived the massacre. We lose four or five hours if we go to your camp. I gave you no choice. Surrender your guns. You two Indians. Lieutenant, Tato and I have served Colonel Hodge as guides. He knows me as the Lone Ranger. That means nothing to me. Lieutenant, I've heard the Lone Ranger. Well, I haven't. Well, you've only been to the West a short time. Are you going to surrender your guns? No. Tato, you'll follow the trail of that survivor. Stand away from your horses. I ordered you to surrender. We're not soldiers under orders. Speaking of orders, are you going to order your men to shoot us in the back? Easy, set it up. Well, of all the cool nerves. Service right, Lieutenant. He told you. He's the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger and Tato rode hard to the foot of the hill. Then, seeing that they were not pursued, they slowed their horses. Easy, go, easy. To a steady lope and headed west, following the tracks of the only survivor of the massacre. Meanwhile, in rugged hills north of the trail to Border City and west of the cavalry camp, a meeting took place in the hideaway stronghold of Chief Red Wolf and his band of savage Apaches. Two white men, named Tarmac and Chase, sat on the ground with Red Wolf. View Chase, wearing expensive clothes, toyed with his hat, a fancy Mexican sombrero trimmed with red velvet tassels, while Tarmac counted money. $1,600. Red Wolf, you sure this is all the cash you found on the pioneers? May sure. Hold on, Red Wolf. You got the horses, firearms, and everything else the pioneers had. You were to give us all the cash. That was the agreement. Don't try to hold out on us. You're not like agreement. We end agreement. No, no, no, no, Red Wolf. No, no. We got a good setup. Dude and I find out about the wagon train. You make the attack. When next wagon train come west? We don't know yet. Maybe we'll hear about one while we're in Border City tonight. What are you looking for, dude? No, I lost one of the tassels from my head. I thought I might be around here on the ground. Here's half your cash. All right. Thanks. Buy yourself a stets and get rid of that crazy-looking sombrero. I like this sombrero. I've paid plenty for it. Well, we better get going. You'll be here in front of that, Wolf. Steady, boy. You ready, dude? Yeah, let's go. Easy. Get up. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. Because champions are made, not born. Yes, sir. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with Wheatley. Something to think about, isn't it? To become a champ, you don't have to be born a champ. Take Bob Feller, pitcher for the Cleveland Indians. Young Bob was born a farmer's son. He practiced ball when chores were done. He worked for speed. He learned control. To be a champ was young Bob's goal. So he ate Wheaties bowl on bowl. Bob's been a champ for many years. It's Wheaties Flakes that he still cheers. Bob Feller ate Wheaties as a kid. Still eats them now, 23 years later. You can't beat them. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties Flake. Okay, Bob, wind her up. Hey, hey. Hey, he's on his way. On his way. He's on his way. On his way. Get on your way with Wheaties. Cross champions are made, not born. Yes, sir. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with Wheaties. Breakfast of champions. Now to continue. The Lone Ranger and Tonto, following the clearly defined boot marks, held Scott and Silver to a steady pace. By late afternoon, they were within a few miles of border city. When they saw a figure lying on the ground beside the trail. He's the man we've been following. Hose over hose. He's a specific fellow. He's a specific fellow. To their surprise, the Lone Ranger and Tonto found a boy unhurt, but sleeping from sheer exhaustion. Good food and the Lone Ranger's understanding and sympathetic manner soon won the confidence of the boy who gave his name as Billy Milton. He fought back tears as he told of the massacre and his parents who had been killed. The Lone Ranger said, Billy, we're going to take you to the home of a lady who lives at the edge of border city. Her husband and son were killed by Indians several years ago. Her name is Mrs. Kimberly. We'll start as soon as we put away the cooking gear. Tarmac and due chase reached border city soon after dark and went directly to the cafe. Seated at a table, they watched for men with news of wagon trains. Presently, a man rushed through the back wing doors and shouted, Hey, Kent! Dude, he looks familiar. Listen, Kent, I've got news. He's the planesman who brought water to the wagon train the last time we were here. Here was Joe Hester, they quiet down. He sure cashed in on that information. I told you about a wagon train heading this way. That was a couple of days ago. I thought I'd be here by this time. Yesterday, it was attacked by Indians. What's that? By Indians? The only survivor is a 16-year-old boy. What's his name? Mr. Steele? Where is he? He hurt. Now, now, now, give me a chance. I'll tell you all I know. I was calling on Woodard Kimberly when a masked man and an Indian arrived to the boy. Masked man? Mrs. Steele knew the masked man. He helped fight the Redskins and killed her son and husband. She told me he's the Lone Ranger. Dude. I'm telling two facts. The Lone Ranger and Conno are at the Wheeler's house right now. Dude, come outside. Dude and Tarmac hurried out a side door and walked fast toward the front of the cathay, where their horses waited at the hitch rail. I didn't know the Lone Ranger was around here. And neither did I. If he and his Indian pal investigate, they might find our tracks. I don't think they could follow him. Listen, I've heard plenty about the Lone Ranger and Tonto. They're mighty sharp at cutting signs. I don't aim to take any chances of getting my neck in a noose. We're going to kill the Lone Rangers. There you go. Get up, Tom. There was no reason for Tonto standing with the horses in front of the Kimberly house to attach any significance to the sound of hoofbeats on the town's main street. And he did not hear the horses abued in Tarmac a few minutes later when they were halted on soft grass far behind the house. The Renegades left their horses, and as they approached on foot out of Tonto's sight, Tarmac said, We'll go along this side of the house so we're near the front. When the masked man comes out, we'll drill him and Tonto. There's a light in the back room. I noticed it. I'm going to look through the window. Someone's in that room. I saw the shadow move. Well, as I figure, it's the widow, the masked man, and the boy are the only ones in the house. You better keep your voice low or we're getting close. You better see him. The Lone Ranger in there. Well, there's no use waiting. I'm going close to the window and put a bullet through that masked man right now. Then get the idea. Only unaware of the threat of death, the Lone Ranger stood beside Billy in a small, neat bedroom and smiled at the boy's wide-eyed admiration. Golly, it's a fine room. I can't believe it's going to be mine. Mrs. Kimberly's son used to sleep here. Do you think she really meant it when she said she'd be glad to have me live here? I know she meant it. She's unpacking all of her boy's clothes in the other room. They're to be yours, too. You leave here, Billy, and go to school. What's the window? Move fast. The masked man drew and fired with lightning speed as he shoved Billy to one side. Tell Mrs. Kimberly to stay where she is and not to worry. Yes, sir. The fast move and quick shot threw off Jude's aim. The Lone Ranger saw two men running away from the house, and toward two horses, he opened the window. As he leaped out, Tonto ran up to his side. You hear guns? Kimo Sabe. One of those men tried to shoot me. We get horses. We catch them. Wait. Look, Tonto. One of them lost his hat. Ah. In Mexican. We don't know about the man, but this is a Mexican hat with velvet tassels. Kimo Sabe. Tassels like the one we found. Ah. There's one tassel gone from hat. Those must be the men who watched the massacre. That's right. Come on, we'll get scouts and silver. As the Lone Ranger and Tonto reached their horses in front of the house, a crowd of townsmen who had heard the shooting approached. Guard the people in that house. Easy, sir. Easy, fella. I'll explain later. Come on, silver. After dashing away from the house, leaving the townsmen dazed, the Lone Ranger and Tonto used many tricks to remain unseen while they pursued the men ahead. We'll find out where they go. Come on, silver. Let's go. At first, the gunmen rode east, but after a few miles, thinking they were not observed, they angled to the northeast. They're heading to the hills. There's plenty hiding place there. Come on, silver. Get them up. Count. The outlaws reached the hills at midnight. After that, it was increasingly difficult to keep them in sight. The rugged ground was studded by countless boulders and caught by many canyons. When the men ahead grew rain to rest their horses, the Lone Ranger and Tonto did the same some distance away. Oh, sir. Oh, easy. Easy, fella. Easy, fella. Easy, fella. Me wonder how far them go. Although, those men undoubtedly led the Indian attack. They may be going to join their Apache friends. If we follow them, we meet over a hundred men. We'll need lots of help. Steer right south. Get ahead of those two. Then go east as fast as possible to the cavalry camp. That north of where Indians attack wagons? Yes. Tell Colonel Hart the situation. And what you do, Kimasabi? I'll keep following and try to locate the hideout. How soldiers know where hideout is? I'll signal with smoke. Kimasabi. Bad men see signal. Then try to get you. I'll hope that the cavalry gets them first. Tell me. Go now. Easy, scout. Easy, fella. Good luck, Kimasabi. Adios. Adios. Get them off, scowl. Through the remaining hours of night, Eud and Tarmac rode slowly so their horses might avoid a misstep on the dangerous ground. At dawn, they reached their destination, the camp of the Indian renegades. Chief Red Wolf listened to their story, nodding soberly from time to time. Tarmac finished by saying, We've got to kill that masked man in town, don't we'll need your help. We hear plenty about masked man. Me glad to see him dead. Then you'll help us, huh? Well, how about it, Red Wolf? Wait. What do you see? Look there. Top of mountains. Smoke? What's that mean? Come on there, make fire. Hey, this hideout of yours can be seen from that peak. That's right. Fire's giving out an awful lot of smoke. That signal. Hey! We got it! The shouted commands of Red Wolf stirred the savages to action. In a matter of minutes, they were armed and mounted, ready to ride. Come on, Tarmac. We've got to go with them. The lone ranger watching from behind a boulder that concealed himself and his horse from the view of the oncoming savages knew that escape was out of the question. He drew his guns, prepared to sell his life as dearly as possible. Silver, the first shots are for the white renegades. Never shot to kill. But this time, please, Lord, direct my bullets. For a moment, the masked man's eyes were closed in prayer. The troopers, Silver, the smug fire did it. The Indians were caught in plain view of the hard-riding men in uniform who charged up behind them. Devastating gunfire broke out. The masked man mounted Silver and joined the fight. Monster! Soon, many savages were killed. The rest, including Red Wolf, threw down their guns. Hew and Tarmac also surrendered. When the prisoners were tied, Colonel Hodge gripped the hand of the masked man, while the other officers stood by. Again, sir, we're indebted to you. We've not only captured those renegades, we've recovered the rifles they stole. I'm glad we could be of service, Colonel Hodge. You and Tonto. Colonel, we'd like to leave at once. There's a lad in Border City who's waiting to hear that these savages are captured. You tell that boy they'll pay in full. Good. Come on, Tonto. Are you ready? Come on, Tonto. Come on, come on. Gosh, Colonel. Yes, Lieutenant? Now I see what the sergeant meant. What do you mean? He told me I'd be loco to try to capture the Lone Ranger. A copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Pendle Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Poy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time. What do you mean by the Lone Ranger? What do you mean by the Lone Ranger? What do you mean by the Lone Ranger? What do you mean by the Lone Ranger? What do you mean by the Lone Ranger? What do you mean by the Lone Ranger? What do you mean by the Lone Ranger? 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