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Friends, keep in mind this advice from the Lone Ranger. Champions are made, not born. Get on your way with Wheaties' Breakfast of Champions. 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. I'll do it. Come on. Round Rock was crowded with excited men and women who had come from all parts of the southwest to see a shooting match. Sheriff Tom Sunday stood near the bandstand, watching expert marksmen compete for the championship. When the contest narrowed down to three contestants, Jim McHenry, owner of the Western Star stage line, elbowed his way through the crowd of spectators to the sheriff's side. Yeah, all right, sir. Jim, if you get any closer, you're likely to stomp a bullet. Well, just so I'm close enough to speak to the winner when the shooting's over, Sheriff. You want to be the first to congratulate him? I want to hire him to ride my stagecoaches, a shotgun gun. Oh, a gent with a reputation for shooting fast and straight might be able to get the outlaws you haven't been able to capture. Now, Jim, I'm doing my best to get the coach to run your stagecoaches. Yeah, your best hasn't been good enough. We'll capture the critters, but it takes time. Meanwhile, I'll make sure they don't get any more Western Star strongboxes. Hey, the match is over. Wonderful. Hi there, honey. Oh, I knew Bob would win the match. He's a champion, all right. I'm so proud of him. What? The way you talk, you'd think he was a member of the family. Oh, he's going to be. Huh? He asked me to marry him. Well, congratulations, Sheriff. I didn't know you were getting a new son-in-law, that's right. Dad didn't know it either, Mr. McHenry. That's right. Of course, I told Bob I'd ask your permission, Dad. You won't object, will you? If it'll make you happy, honey, I have no objection in the word. The fact is, I might even make Bob a deputy sheriff. Not a chance. I'm offering him a job as shotgun guard at twice the salary you pay your deputy. I'm going to talk to him about it right now. Wait a minute, Mr. McHenry. I'll go with you. I want to talk to Bob, too. Oh, hey, Sheriff. Yes, what is it, Hank? An Indian's around here somewhere looking for you. What do you want? He didn't say, but he's anxious to talk to us. A lot of Indians from nearby tribes are in town. Finding the one who wants to see me in this crowd will be like looking for a needle in a haystack. A short, heavy set man known as Skeeter headed for Bluff Income's Sundance Cafe on Round Rock's main street. Skeeter was a stagecoach driver for Jim McHenry's Western Star Line. But he also worked with a gang that had been robbing the stagecoaches. Skeeter was the only man in town who knew that Bluff Income masterminded those robberies. As he went through the batwing doors, he saw the cafe owner at the far end of the bar. Hurrying through the crowd, he soon reached Bluff's side. Hi there, Bluff. How are you, Skeeter? Not so good. I've got bad news. You'd better go to my office where we can talk about it in private. Lead the way. Come on. There's a big crowd here. Yeah. Shooting man brought a lot of out-of-towners to Round Rock. Step inside, Skeeter. Sit down. Thanks. Is the run for today canceled? No. The stage will leave for Little Pine on schedule with a strongbox full of gold aboard. Good. Good. I'm glad to hear it. If you take my advice, you'll tell the boys to leave the strongbox alone this trip. Why? Jim McHenry hired a new shotgun guard to make the trip to Little Pine with me. We've never had any trouble with guards before. McHenry hired Bob Wiggins. Oh. The winner of the shooting match. Yeah. He's fast with his guns, Bluff. I know. I saw him shooting this afternoon. After seeing him in action, I don't want to tangle with him. You'll have help when the time comes to deal with him. Count me out of it. All you have to do is throw off his aim in case he opens fire when the boys show themselves. And risk stopping a bullet? No thanks. The boys will take care of Wiggins. That's easier said than done. If they make a play for the strongbox, someone's bound to stop lead. And it's not going to be me. Relax, Skeeter. I'll leave for Adobe Wells now to tell Hawke and the boys you'll get there about midnight. They'll get Bob Wiggins before he has a chance to shoot. Up to now, it's been easy to work with you, Bluff. All I had to do was make sure the guard didn't shoot the boys. No one's expected me of being in cahoots with him. You're worried about nothing, Skeeter. We'll get rid of Wiggins tonight. Don't expect me to lift a hand against him. You're as guilty as we are. So don't get any high and mighty ideas. No one knows I have a thing to do with a robbery. I know it. And I'll make things mighty rough if you get hard to handle. Oh, I don't want any trouble. You won't have any as long as you stay in line. The boys and I'll take care of Wiggins. All right. Well, if you want to reach Adobe Wells ahead of the stage, you'd better leave town now. I'm due to start in 15 minutes. I'll set him a horse right away. Sometime after Bluff Incombe left town, the Lone Ranger's Indian friend reached the masked man's camp. Oh, scouts, oh, fella. Easy, scouts. Easy, fella. Did you see the sheriff, Soto? There were a big crowd in town, Kimisabi. He not able to find sheriff. Big crowd? Ah. Shooting match held in Round Rock today. The Round Rock shooting matches are famous in this part of the country. But I didn't know this year this would be held a day. Well, it's all over now. A young fella named Bob Wiggins wins. Oh? Where's he from? Kim Livin, Round Rock. What about the handbill describing Hawk Murdo? Oh, me slide handbill under door, sheriff's office. Good. Then, while me try fine, sheriff, me ask questions of people about Hawk Murdo. Were you able to learn anything about him? Ah. Me learn, fella with scar on forehead and tattoo mark on arm work at way station of Stage Line, under name of Slim Deathop. There's only one way station between here and Little Pine. That's right. And Murdo at Adobe Wells. In that case, we'll go after him. Easy, fella. Easy, fella. Sir, me think him have hand in stage robbery. What stage robbery? I mean, here that outlaws rob stage four times and run between Round Rock and Little Pine. Little Pine's a railroad down. Ah. A gold sent there to be shipped east. If outlaws are operating around here, Hawk Murdo's likely working with them. Come on, Tuttle. We'll ride to Adobe Wells. Until there. Up, Tuttle. In Round Rock, several hours later, Sheriff Sunday returned to his locked office. His daughter Mary and Jim McHenry, the stage line owner, were with him. Jim, you'd have said the word I'd have left town aboard the stage with Bob and Skeeter. Well, it wasn't necessary, Sheriff. The best shop in this part of the country working for me. I'm not worried about trouble on this run. I hope there isn't any trouble. Hey, what's that on the floor, Dad? Hey, looks like a handbill. Someone must have flipped it under the door while you were out. It is a handbill. Who's wanted, Sheriff? Let's see. Fellas wanted for robbery and murder. Five feet nine inches tall, 145 pounds, scar on his forehead, tattoo digger on his left arm. Let me see that handbill. Yeah, read it if you want it. Description doesn't mean a thing to me. The killer's name is Hawk Murdoch. Yeah. Do you know him, Mr. McHenry? The description fits the man I hired six months ago to work at the Adobe Well Station. You mean Hawk Murdoch's working for you? He told me his name was Slim Jessup, but he lied. Are you sure? I'm dead sure. A beard covered the lower part of his face, but... I remember noticing a scar on his forehead. And that tattooed eagle on his left arm. If he's at the Adobe Well Station, Bob's heading for trouble. I'll step to the weigh station right away. I'll go with you, Sheriff. If I'd known Slim was a crook, I'd never have hired him. I'm wondering if he knows about the stage robberies that have been going on. I bet he knows plenty about them. Yes, come on, Jim. We've a long ride ahead of you. I'm with you, Sheriff. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. Jenny is ten and is she good. She's ship rope champ of the neighborhood. She's so quick because she knows. 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Assuming that his unkempt beard concealed his identity, the thin, shop-featured killer felt secure from the law. But his eyes narrowed beneath his scarred forehead as he greeted Bluff Income. Well, we didn't expect to see you tonight, Bluff. You're a long way from Round Rock. I rode hard to get here ahead of the stage, Hawk. What's wrong? Nothing we can't handle. Lefty and Judd around. Very sad, plain sad. I want to talk to all of you. Come on. Yeah, sure. Hello, boys. What's on your mind? Jim McHenry hired a new shotgun guard today. Did you come all the way from Round Rock to tell us that? I came all the way from Round Rock to tell you we'll have to kill him. What? Kill him? Now, here's how we'll handle it. When Skeeter drives in to change horses, we'll take the shotgun guard by surprise. Ranger and Tuttle were riding hard toward the way station to get the outlaw, Hawk Murdo. We'd rather reach the way station ahead of the stage, Tuttle. If stage carries strong locks, maybe we'd get there in time to stop robbery. The masked man nodded and urged Silver to a faster pace. Move! Move! Come! A short time later, the two riders angled down from the hills toward the clearing, where the Adobe-built station stood. Easy, Silver. Easy, boy. Easy, fella. At the edge of the clearing surrounding the station, the lone ranger signaled a halt. Push of the hose. Easy, fella. As he swung from the saddle, he glanced at the sky. Those clouds will soon cover the moon, Toto. They'll be able to move close to the station without being seen. Ah. Ah. And, Kimo, how they... Yes? You look outside the station. They're still lighting up to see three horses standing at ground here. You're right. I wonder if riders know station agent crook. If they're friends of Hawk Murdoch's, they may be as crooked as he is. Ah. Come on. Come on. Let's cover the moon now. Yes. Come on. We'll look through the window in the side of the building before we show ourselves. Ah. As the masked man and his Indian friend advanced through the darkness toward the lighted window, the stagecoach approached the isolated station. A few moments later, Skeeter halted the team. Hold! Hold! Hold! Hold! Hold! Hold! Hold! Block Incombe, Judd, and Lefty waited inside the building with guns drawn. Now, Hawk, we talk Skeeter and Bob Wiggins into coming inside. Why not gun the guard outside? With the moon under the cloud, we might miss him. He's as handy with a gun as you say he is. You better get him with a first shot. That's the idea, Lefty. Lynn, you inside? Yes, Skeeter. Tell him to bring the guard inside. I can't do that. Company rules say one of them's got to stay with the stage. And tell Skeeter to send the guard in. Can't Skeeter do it? He knows all about the plan. All right. I'll go out and talk to him. Well, Skeeter, you're right on time. Well, this is a new shotgun guard. His name's Bob Wiggins. Glad to know you, Slim. Same here, Wiggins. Why not step inside the station and help yourself with some hot coffee? I'll stay with the stage, thanks. No need to, Bob. I'll stay here and keep an eye on things. It'll do you good to stretch your legs. Well, it might help. You might bring me a cup of coffee. I'll drink it while Slim changes horses. All right, Skeeter. I'll only be a minute. Take your time. Come on, Wiggins. I'll show you where to find the cups. Oh, fine. Hawk Murdoch walked through the open station door ahead of Bob Wiggins and quickly stepped to the side out of the line of fire. Then the Lone Ranger shouted a warning from the open side window. Wiggins, you're welcome to a six-gun guard. What the? As the masked man spoke, he triggered his twin coat. From the doorway, Bob saw two of the outlaw's guns spin in the air as silver bullets struck them. Lefty and Judd were disarmed, but Bluff Incom and Hawk Murdoch turned toward the window with cries of rage. Who's that? The masked man. By that time, Bob's weapons were out of their holsters. But before he could fire, the Lone Ranger's coat roared again. Bluff Incom dropped his gun, screaming with pain as a bullet brushed the knuckles of his right hand, while Murdoch fell under the impact of a bullet in the shoulder. Peter, help us! Let go, man! Let go! I'll get him, Bluff! With his gun smashed beyond repair, the killer named Judd snatched a knife from his belt. But the blade shattered as a silver bullet hit its mark. Oh, great day alive, mister. Give me a chance to shoot. Some of those men, Wiggins, will I come inside. My guns are ready for action, and I'm downright anxious for a chance to use them. Now, wait a minute, Bob. This is all a mistake. Yeah, it sure is, Bluff. And I want to find out who made the mistake. That masked man? Before you talk about the masked man, tell me what you're doing here. Well, I can explain. It'll take a lot of explaining to cover your reason for asking Skeeter to get the masked man and me. Bring Skeeter in here, Toto. Get that gun out of my wrist, he's a walking hand. All right, all right. Wiggins, these men were waiting to kill you. What? How do you know? We were at the window when the stage arrived. Toto and I overheard their plans. You're here to rob the stage. We're here to get Hawk Murdo. Who? A man you know as slim is wanted for robbery and murder. You're lying. Handbills, don't lie, Murdo. I have one in my pocket describing you. Bluff, you jughead. I warned you to leave one enough alone this trip. Shut up, Skeeter. Hey, a couple of horsemen are heading this way. Yes, you're right. If they're crooks planning to steal a strong box, they... Hey, it's the sheriff. What? Oh, the sheriff of all the luck. Sheriff, Bob, we heard gunfight. He's murderous sort of trouble. The trouble's over, Sheriff. Hey, what happened here? Who's the masked man? The engine. And these two fellas. I'm on your side of the law, Sheriff. With the mask over your face? How's that going, Sheriff? Is he a friend of yours, Bob? No, I never saw him before tonight. But if he hadn't been here, I'd be a dead man right now. These gents are ready to kill me as soon as I walk through the door. But why? I don't know. But I know Skeeter's into hoots with him. Oh, you can't class me with killers. Them just... I mean, Hawk Murdo's a killer. I didn't know that, Mr. McHenry. I thought his name was... He quit, Skeeter. Bluff, we're a respectable cafe owner. You're in mighty bad company. Sheriff, I can explain why I'm... You're not going to lie out of this and leave me holding the bag with these polecats bluffs? Set up, Skeeter. And give you a chance to alibi your way into the clear, not a chance. I'll talk and tell the truth. You double-crossers, Skeeter. If Bluff had taken my advice, we'd all be in the clear. I told him this afternoon Jim McHenry had hired a new guard. I told him to let the spades go through this trip without trouble. But he had to make a play for the strongbark. The strongbark? Don't worry, Jim. It's safe. I'll go outside and make sure of that. It was Bluff's idea to kill Wiggins. Gunned him before he had a chance to get his six-shooters into play. You dirty, devil-backed Skeeter. You're as guilty as I am. You're talking, Skeeter. And you may lighten your sentence. That's what I aim to do. Sheriff, Hawk Murdo is wounded. He's wounded to be taken care of, mister. How'd you and Jim McHenry know I'd have trouble here, Sheriff? Well, we didn't know it till I found the handle someone left under the door of my office. Jim recognized the description, so we left town pronto. Tonto left the handle for you, Sheriff. Tonto? Ah, me look for you in town, Sheriff. Oh, so you're the engine Hank told me about. Ah, when me learn Hop Murdo worked at the Dobie Wells Station, me go back to Lone Ranger camp. Ah, tell him where, if I am crook, Lone Ranger. Mass friend, Lone Ranger. Wait, is that true, mister? Yes, Sheriff. And now that you have Murdo and his pals, the son and I will be on our way. I wish you would stay around. We may meet again. I owe my life to you, mister. I'm glad we were here to help you, Bob. Adios. Adios. All right, go on into the jail. In there. Early the next morning, Sheriff Sunday, Bob Wiggins, and Jim McHenry returned to Round Rock with their prisoners. The sheriff's daughter, Mary, was waiting in the lawman's office. Dad, what have you meant to be in here? I'll tell you later, honey. Go on, you won't breeze into the cell. After greeting his daughter, the sheriff and Jim McHenry took the prisoners back to the cell block. Oh, I'm glad you're back. I was so worried. But I suppose I shouldn't have been. After all, I knew you were the best shot in the whole southwest, Bob. Honey, I hope you always think I'm the best. But what, Bob? I hope you never meet 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 Brayce Beamer. Your announcer, Fred Boyd. Listen to the Lone Ranger, brought to you by special recording Monday.
