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Help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones, and muscles. Have Cheerios every morning. Then you'll hear people say, He's stealing 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? Hooray! In the town of Boxville, Sheriff Joe Prindle stood in front of his office, beside a federal marshal, watching three men board a chartered stagecoach. Two of the men were deputy marshals. The third, known as Moose Varney, was handcuffed. Varney, an escaped convict, had been captured in Sheriff Prindle's territory, and held there until the marshal arrived to take him back to prison. We're all set, marshal. Don't take any chances with that, Kirk. No, sir. Go ahead on the stage. I'll be long later. Right. I'll catch up to you. Let's go, driver. Yeah. You going to stay here in Boxville for a while, marshal? Only for a few minutes, Sheriff. I'd like a few words with you before I leave. All right. Let's go into my office, hmm? I'm sure glad to get Moose Varney off my hands. Sit down there, marshal. Varney's mighty tough. While he was here in jail, I couldn't relax for a minute. You deserve a lot of credit for capturing him. Me? Well, I didn't capture Varney. No? What's what you did? Oh, I slapped the handcuffs on him, but I don't deserve any credit for that. By the time I reached his hideout, he was licked to a fare thee well. Well, who did it? The man who found his hideout. The Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger? Yep. I reckon you've heard of him, hmm? Who hasn't? You mean to say the Lone Ranger was right here in this county? He's still in this county. I want to see him. I'm sorry, marshal, but that's out of the question. Why? He's just recovering from a wound. The Lone Ranger wounded? Yep. He stopped a bulletin' to capture Moose Varney. Oh, was he seriously hurt? Well, he's getting along all right, but he's lost considerable blood, so he's weak. Does he have a good doctor? His engine pal Tonto is taken care of. Oh, he should have a doctor the best you can... He's getting along all right, marshal. I shouldn't have said anything about him being wounded. He wouldn't want it generally known. Well, I'll keep it to myself. Yeah, I wish you would. Just forget that you heard any mention of the Lone Ranger. Well, do that, but I want to know that he's getting the best he cares. He is. He is. I'll tell you. Confidentially, he's in my sister's home. Oh, Jenny and her husband have a nice house out on a small ranch a couple of miles from town. And Tonto and the masked man, they're both staying there. Well, I'm glad the Lone Ranger's getting good care. Now, marshal, you said you wanted to speak to me about something? Huh? Oh, yeah. Talking about the Lone Ranger, I clean forgot I wanted to tell you about the bank robbery. Bank robbery? Where? Grantsville. Two men held up the Grantsville Bank in broad daylight and got away with $20,000 in paper money. Are the crooks known? No. There isn't even a description of them. They had their faces covered. Well, if no one knows what they look like, they'll be safe. Not if they try to spend that stolen money. It was from a new shipment of currency, so the bank has a record of the numbers on the stolen bills. Oh. We're disturbing and printed copies of the list to all the towns in this area. Here's a batch of them for you. Oh, thank you. Uh-huh. I'll see that they're circulated here in Boxville. Well, thanks, Sheriff. Now I'd better get going. After the marshal rode out of town, Sheriff Quindle called at each of Boxville's business establishments and left a copy of the list of stolen bills. That evening, two strangers in town stood in front of a restaurant across the street from the express office and stage station. One was Gopher Ryan, a bank robber and murderer, well known to the law a few hundred miles away. Ryan's partner, a man named Garnett, held a carpet bag containing the money stolen from the nearby town of Grantsville. I hear the stagecoach. Yeah, it's coming. It'll stop across the street at the express office. I'd better go over there and be ready to board it. Yeah. Wait just a minute. How much cash you got in your pocket? A couple of dollars. What? That won't take us far on the stage. You broke it? Yeah. We'll have to use some of the stolen cash. Well, there's plenty of it in the carpet bag. I'll take out a hundred dollars or so. You turn around and throw your back to the street so people won't see what you're doing. Yeah, right. You keep your eyes open. Let me know if anyone comes close. Yeah, I'm watching. Woo! Woo! Woo! The stage is stopping. Oh, you got it. The stage may not stand there very long. Brian. Yeah, what's the matter? We can't spend any of this cash. What? Look there, pasted on the window of the restaurant. What is it? A list of the stolen bills. Well, of all the luck. I just happened to see it when I turned my back to the street. Fine thing. Chances are every place in town has the same list. Every place in other towns as well. Yeah, and people are suspicious of new paper money. They always look it over very careful. And be sure to check the numbers on our bills. We don't dare spend it. We can't board the stage without cash. Got it. What do we do? You figured out, Ryan. You're the smart hombre. Was your idea to abandon the horses? I got it. Look at the man who's unloading packages from the stagecoach. What about him? That's Pete Chester. Pete Chester? Yeah, I remember him. He was in the Missouri prison when we were. There's always cash in the express office. And that's where Pete is working. Get up there! Get up there! A few minutes later, Pete Chester sat at a desk making out a report when he heard the back door open and close. No. I shouldn't lock that door. I'd better see who's in the back room. Before Pete could push back his desk chair, two men came from the storeroom. Well, if it isn't Pete Chester. How are you, Pete? Ah, I can't seem to place you, Jim. Why, have you forgotten your prison days in Missouri, Pete? Garnett. Remember me, Pete? Go for Ryan? Yes, you were doing a life term for murder. How'd you get out of prison? Busted out. Garnett was in for armed robbery. He was paroled about a year after you left. And the law's looking for you, Ryan. They're looking for both of us. Garnett violated his parole by leaving Missouri. How about you, Pete? I'm square with the law. I finished my term and came here. Working at Honest Toil, huh, Pete? What's wrong with that? Oh, nothing at all. We're glad to see you working here, Pete. You'll be able to help a couple of old pals. We were never pals. Oh, that's all right, Pete. You'll be able to help us in spite of that. What do you want? Just a little favor. Now listen, get this straight. There's no use trying to blackmail me because you can't do it. I have friends here in Boxville and they know all about my past. So does the sheriff and so does the manager of this express office. Take it easy, Pete. We never even thought of blackmail. We just want to borrow some cash. I haven't any cash. Oh, not from you, Pete. We'll borrow what's in that safe. We'll continue our Loon 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 Wheaties. Champions are made, not born. There's an adage that's ever so true. For instance, slamming Sammy Smeed, a golfer as good as they come. Young Sam learned golf the only way. He practiced hours every day, chipping them short, driving them long. And soon he learned what keeps champ strong. Wheaties with milk, you can't go wrong. Today, Sam rates the gallery's cheers. A Wheaties eater, 17 years. Right. Sammy Smeed is a Wheaties eater from way back. Plenty of nourishment in Wheaties. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' place. Okay, Sammy, drive that ball. What? Hey, hey. He's on his way. On his way. He's on his way. On his way. Get on your way with Wheaties. Because 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. As Pete Chester faced the two men with whom he had been in prison, he knew that they were ready and willing to shoot to kill. He said... You mean this is a stick-up? Yeah. Careful, got it. I'll let your gun be seen by people on the street. Keep it under your coat. The joke's on you. The safe is locked and I can't open it. The office manager's the only one who knows the combination. Do you think I need the combination? I've opened better safe than that one. I could have opened the safe in the Grantsville Bank if it had been necessary. Grantsville? So you two are the ones... Teddy, I'm covering you, Pete. You robbed the bank. Yeah. Oh, that's a good one. What's funny about it? Of the whole country, you came to this area to rob a bank. What about this area? The Lone Ranger's here. What? The Lone Ranger? Yes, he and Tonto are both here. They're the ones who tracked us down to Missouri. I know it. They'll track you down again. And you can't get away. Oh, we'll get away, Pete. After we get the cash in that safe, we're leaving on the buckboard we saw in the shed. And just to make sure you don't spread the alarm, we'll take you with it. I'll take your gun. They got it. Something's stopping out front. Pull the shade over the window and lock the door. There's two ladies coming toward the door. An engine. Now listen, Pete. You get rid of him fast. Don't say anything to make him suspicious. If you try any tricks, I'll shoot you and the Indian. They got it. He's the Lone Ranger's pal. He's sure to recognize us. Me, come for package. The office is closed. A package addressed to Tonto. Me, take it now. But I have to... Help me wait. Till you are through with other fellas. Get your hands up, engine. Ice him. There he recognizes just as you said he wanted. Yeah, how about that, Tonto? Remember us? Who, you? Try to be smart. Make out you don't remember us, huh? Well, that won't help you. Take his gun, Garnet. And lock the door and draw the window shade. Yeah. I'll keep Pete and Tonto covered. There, I've got his gun. What do we do with the Indians? We've both got a score to settle with him and the Lone Ranger. Yeah. We'll rope and gag these two and take them with us. Maybe later we'll figure out a way to get the Lone Ranger. As Tonto watched Garnet lock the door and draw the window shade, he realized that now, if ever, was the time to make his move. With lightning speed, he leaped at Ryan. Get you, let go. Before the outlaw could fire, his gun hand was clamped in Tonto's fingers. I'll help you, Tonto. As Pete stepped forward, Garnet came from the window with his gun uplifted like a clobber. Get you, fool. Get the issues right. Garnet struck again and Tonto dropped to the floor beside Pete Chester. You fools. Did they think they could get away with a move like that? Why didn't you shoot when the Indian leaped at you? A shot in here would bring half the town. Yeah, that's right. I'd lock the back door and bring some rope so we can tie and gag these two while they're unconscious. Right. Then we'll open that safe. At the Newton Ranch house, Randy and Jenny sat in the kitchen where they could hear if the Lone Ranger called from the adjoining bedroom. Presently, Randy looked at his watch and said, I reckon Tonto will be back soon. He planned to call on the sheriff after he went to the express office. He may talk for quite a while. It doesn't matter. I just... Horse coming. Yeah, that's probably Tonto. I'll open the door and see. Hey, Jenny. Scout came back without Tonto. He's raising a ruckus, Randy. What ails him? I don't know. You'd better take him to the corral. Yeah. But I wonder what Tonto is. Hey, Scout, easy. Come on. Come on. Scout continued to whinny rear and paw the ground as Randy led him to the corral. The behavior of the paint horse was something new to the rancher. He couldn't understand it. Randy was even more bewildered when he returned to the kitchen and said, When I led Scout to the corral, Silver started cutting up the same way. Paw on the ground and whinny it. They're sure making plenty of noise. Scott refused to go into the corral. I had to tie him to the rail. I never saw such spirited horses. I don't know how to handle them. Randy. The lone rangers call him from the bedroom. Oh, yes? Please come in here. Right. I knew the horses were waiting. Hi there. Randy. What's going on at the corral? Why, nothing at all. I reckon Silver and Scout are feeling high spirited. Scout? I thought I heard him. Yeah, he came back from town. Where's Tonto? Well, Tonto wasn't with him. He wasn't? Now, now, take it easy. Lie back there. Don't try to sit up. Oh, I'm all right. Just a little weak. Have you heard from Tonto? No. I reckon Scout ran away from me. Scout never runs away. Well, he came here dragging the reins, and I led him to the corral, but couldn't get him to go inside. He reared and poured the ground, and then Silver started. Silver understood. I'm going to dress. Now, hold on. You can't get out of bed. No. Tonto wants you to stay there. Tonto's in trouble. Scout knew it and came to tell me. Now, look. If you'll get back into bed, I'll ride to town and look for Tonto. I'll even get the sheriff. I need your help. Well, then I'll help. Will you saddle Silver while I'm dressing? Saddle Silver? You stand still. Look, if you'd only let me ride for you. I'd be glad to have you ride with me. When Randy entered the corral, carrying the saddle, Scout and Silver seemed to know that their whinnies were understood and that action was to be taken. They stood quietly while Randy saddled the big white stallion and his own horse. He was tightening a cinch when the Lone Ranger approached the corral. The masked man was fully dressed, and his guns were tied low. Here he is, Silver. Your horse is ready. Oh, thanks, Randy. Hello, Silver old fella. He's sure glad to see you. Will you untie Scout? Scout? I'm counting on him to lead us to Tonto. Scout, where is Tonto? Tonto. Take us to him, Scout. Yeah, he's untied. Go on, Scout. Find Tonto. Oh, go on. Look at him go. Easy. Come on, Randy. We'll follow him. I'm with you. Come on, get up. Get up there. Ranger felt new strength surging through his body as he followed Scout across the moonless lane. Randy's horse was far behind when Silver brought the masked man to the front of the express office. Oh, easy. Get up there. Get up there. Scout halted there, reared high and whinnied, then dashed between two buildings, past the shed behind the office, and on across flat open country. Move, Hillary. The masked man stayed close behind the paint horse, in front of the sheriff's home, and fired into the air. Hold, hold it. Hold, hold it. Sheriff Twindle opened the door. Tonto's in trouble. The Lone Ranger's riding to help him. The Lone Ranger? I'm following him. I'll wait for you. You better come. Right. Chester lay helplessly tied and gagged on the floor of the buckboard. Gopher Ryan drove the team at top speed. You're in a mighty big hurry, Ryan. I want to put lots of distance between us and the town. We'd make better time without those two in back. Let's shoot him and throw him out. Oh, got it. They might come in handy. I've got a plan to use them as bait for a truck to get the Lone Ranger. Get a bat. Hut. Hey, Ryan. There's two horses following us. Yeah? See for yourself. They're gaining fast. Got it. Is it a trick of a moonlight or one of those horses without a rider? I don't see a rider on the first horse, but there's someone riding the other. Look, boy, the moonlight in his way. Like the Lone Ranger's horse. Come to me. Ryan, I think that is the Lone Ranger. He's riding past the other horse. Look at him come. Get up, horse. Get up. Get up. These horses go as fast as they can. Yes. That man's closing in fast. Shoot him. You get him? No. How can anyone shoot from a bouncing wagon? Shoot some more. You've got to get him or he'll get us. We're easy targets on this open wagon. Come to me. He's still coming. If you can't hit him, fly for the horse. My gun's empty. Take mine. Get it back. Can't take any aim. Bring it in or I'll start shooting. The Lone Ranger's throwing a gun. He's shooting. Got it. I showed her. Get it back. Come on. Get up. I'll get him. I've still got Cotto's gun. Ryan turned to fire, but the oncoming Max man shot first. A silver bullet struck the outlaw on the side with force enough to knock him from the wagon. He hit the ground, rolled a few yards, then lay motionless. The Lone Ranger was tired from the ride, but he managed to keep Garnet covered with a gun while he cut the ropes and gags of Tonto and Pete Chester. Now, you rest. We kind crooks. We'll take over. Gosh, I was never so glad to see anyone in all my life. Ah, watchman come. That's the sheriff leading him. Oh, he's due for a surprise. Whitley hears we've got the money from the Grantsville Bank and the crooks who stole it. The sheriff took charge when he arrived with Randy and two townsmen. The crooks were tied, their wounds dressed, and placed aboard the wagon. Then Prindle turned to the Lone Ranger. Well, mister, we're sure indebted to you. No, sheriff. I'm the one who's in debt. I'll always feel indebted to you and Jenny and Randy. Oh, Jenny and I are proud to have you in our house. Thanks, Randy, and thanks for everything you've done. I'll help the sheriff take the prisoners to the town. Then I'll see you and Tano at the house. We'll be gone by the time you get there. Gone? Yes, we'll stop only long enough to pack our gear and say goodbye to Jenny. How about you? I'm all right now, Randy. Ah, he must have a be good and let us know in two, three days. Strength combined. Stand. We'll meet again. I sure hope so. So do I. Adios. Adios. Adios. Adios. I just remembered, there's a package in the express office for Tano. Yeah? Oh, he'll probably get a letter or telegram, Pete, telling you where to send it. Tano came to the office to get it. That's when he walked into all the trouble. The package isn't for Tano. It holds silver bullets for the Lone Ranger. A copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Pendle Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer. Your announcer, Fred Boyd. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording.
