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Wheaties for breakfast, you're on your way! Now a touchdown team from top to toe, Walker and Wheaties, they really go! A guy can put away a lot of Wheaties in 18 years, and that's how long Dope Walker's been eating them. Good for you? There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheatie's flake. Let's go, Dope! Dig for that gold! He's on his way! On his way! He's on his way! On his way! Get on your way with Wheaties! Cause champions are made, not born. Yes, sir! Get on your way! Get on your way! Get on your way with Wheaties! Breakfast of champions! Sid Rector, outlaw leader, openly led his gang in hold-ups and robberies and escaped in spite of all efforts to capture him and his followers. The most recent crime was an attack on a small wagon drain. The pioneers were taken completely by surprise. Hey, someone's shooting at us! Must be outlaws! Drop your guns, or we'll kill everyone of you! Mr, we have only three wagons and nothing much value. I know you pioneers bring your savings with you. Search the wagons, men, hurry. Your muscles keep these fellas covered. Now, hold on! I'm not gonna let you rob us! Use a whip on me with you! Oh, Dad! Oh, Dad! But he hits Sid Rector and gets away with it. Hurry up, men. Let's get away from here. Sorry about your old man, Gurney. But he asked for it. Get up! Get up! A week later, the Lone Ranger and Tutto rode the trail through the hills towards Stockton. Suddenly... Who's that? Who's that? Shot come from Bouldershounder. He's leaving. We'll follow him. Come on, Sid. He's not your prank. He'll prank it away. I want to know who he is and why he shot at us. Look, his horse is following. Who's that? He must be first. He looked like young fella. The masked man in Indian approached the prone figure warily and with guns ready. He is young. I wonder why he fired at us. As the throne rider set up and brushed a hand across her forehead, the hat fell back, revealing a mass of golden hair. He must have it. Look! Yes, a girl. Are you hurt, Miss? I don't think so. Just shake it. I get... You're the outlaw. I fired it. My gun, it's gone. Tutto, the lady's gun is lying over there. We're not outlaws, as you seem to think. I'll give it to her. Here, you take her. You're giving it back to me. But I tried to shoot you. Yes, I'd like to know why. I hate outlaws. But I told you you were mistaken about us. Right now we'll let you do the explaining. You did try to shoot us. Well, a week ago, Dad and I were coming out with a small wagon train to join my aunt and uncle in Stockton. A gang of outlaws attacked the wagons. And Sid Rector was his name. Shotten killed my dad. Oh, I'm sorry. He must have been Sid Rector. That's what we look for. Yes. Go on, Miss. Why are you disguised as a young man and going around shooting at people? Well, I swore to find that bad murderer, Sid Rector. I told my aunt I wouldn't be back until I do find him. Meantime, I ain't to deal with any outlaws I meet with bullets. Isn't what you're doing risky for a young lady? I'm not. I've been visiting my uncle at West. I went home back a few months ago and persuaded Dad to come out here with me. Then that outlaw came along. We've heard of Sid Rector and his gang. I thought I'd be here to help capture him. You talk like a lawman, but... Well, that mask you're wearing. You live in West before. Maybe you hear a mask man who rides White Stallion. Help. Law. Yes. Yes, I have. Do you carry silver bullets? Yes. Here. This is a silver bullet. Yes, it is silver. I remember now. My uncle Jed told me of such a mask man and his Indian companion. I'm Sally Harris. My uncle is Jed Harris with a bar-aged spread near Stockton. I've heard of Jed Harris. Look, I'm terribly sorry about... ...what shooting at you. We'll overlook that now, Miss Harris. But I suggest strongly that you give up your idea of hunting for Sid Rector and your uncle's place. We'll do everything possible to find Rector and his gang and see to it that they're turned over to the law. Ah. It's not good for women. Hunt outlaws. All right. I'll take your advice and go back to the ranch. But please let me know if you do find the Rector gang. Of course. Now we'll bring back your horse and we'll start you on your way to the ranch. Sally Harris rode over the hill in the direction of the bar-age. But as soon as she was out of sight of the lone ranger in Tahoe, she turned her horse around and followed them. Sally was determined to trail the masked man in Indian and be on hand if and when they found the man who had killed her father. Get out there! Come on! In a hideout in the hills, Sid Rector looked up from a game of solitaire as his right-hand man, Bill, entered the shack. You're looking so glam about, Bill. I just came back from Stockton. The whole town's talking about that pioneer you killed on the plains last week, Sid. It seems he was the brother of a rancher named Jed Harris. Let him talk. Now, look. I think we ought to move out of this territory as soon as possible. Nope. We'll move when I say so. Listen to reasons, Sid. It seems like Jed Harris is away and hasn't heard yet about his brother's death. They say he's big and tough. And that when he gets back from San Antonio, he'll start the biggest man hunt for us that's ever been seen. The sheriff and his men have been hunting us for weeks and they haven't found it. Yeah. Our luck won't always hold. Some of the men are feeling nervous about it. You leave the men to me. I'm running this gang and I know what I'm doing. Yeah. I don't say anything. Just why do you want to stick around here, Sid? I'm going to show these people, Sid, Rector's tougher than they think. We're going to crack the safe in the express office tomorrow night. We'll clean it out. I said you're local. You're known by sight. And everybody around here is on the lookout for you and us. I can outsmart them anytime, so stop worrying. Where's Tom? He and one of the others are guarding the trail of this shack. Four of the men went for supplies. Oh, good. Well, come on, I'll play a game of cards so the others come back. Meantime, the Lone Ranger and Tato rode through the hills, searching for the gang's hideout. As they crossed a plank culvert over a stream that ran at wide angles to the trail, the Lone Ranger called a halt. Who's got hope on that? Why, we stopped Kimusami. I've noticed something, Tato. What? There are many hoof marks on this trail. I've noticed worn shoe marks that stand out. Those worn marks don't go past the stream. There aren't as many hoof marks on the trail along here. That's right. What do you think it means? Well, if the gang came this way and wanted to cover the trail of their hideout, it's impossible they rode along on that stream from here. Yes, I think that's what they did. We follow a stream, maybe find hideout. Oh, I've been trying. Let's go. Get them up the top. The stream ran a short distance behind the shack in which the gang were staying. But at a point where it flowed between large boulders, two men were on guard. One of the men named Tom suddenly spoke. Hey, Wes, listen. Somebody coming. Maybe some of the men returning from town. Maybe, but keep out of sight. I'll cross over to the other boulder. Then we'll have them between us. The Lone Ranger and Tato moved slowly along in the shallow stream. They rounded the bend and approached the large boulders. Suddenly... Who's it? Who's gonna go first? You're covered from both sides of the stream. Reach and then ride past the boulders. If you go for your gun, you'll get thoughts. But curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Listen, I want you to hear a few seconds of an amazing record. Recognize it? Notice how sharp and clear it is? But what's really amazing about this record of take me out to the ball game is that I got it off the front of a special Wheaties box. There's an actual five-inch plastic record sealed on the front of every one of these special Wheaties boxes I'm talking about. All you have to do is cut them out. These records play on any 78 RPM manually controlled record player. And listen, take me out to the ball game is just one of the tunes you can get. There's also Pony Boy, Blue Tail Fly, Polly Wally Doodle, and others. And each record plays up to 60 seconds. So go down to your grocer right now and pick up the special Wheaties record box. Remember, these records are absolutely free of extra cost, a real bargain in fun. Now to continue. The Lone Ranger and Tonto raised their hands above their heads. The Lone Ranger spoke in a low voice. We'd better do as we're told, Tonto. We're telling you how many there are. Come on, let's go. Come on, let's go. We're behind you now. If you try anything, we'll blast you from the saddle. Look, Kimusabi, they're shack ahead. Yes, and two men are coming out the door. They mount right this way. All right, now, Sid, we've got to cut it off. Kimusabi, him say, Sid, that must be hideout. What do we do? Not much we can do right now. Just sit tight. Put on the high thunder. Tom did stop a couple of owls. Who's at that? Why did you come snooping around here, mister? We were hoping to find Sid Rector. Yeah, well, I'm Sid Rector. Why did you hope to find me? Perhaps we want to join your gang. Oh, no, no, no. What's he telling you, Sid? He and the engine were looking for me. Wanted to join the gang. Well, that man shows he's an outlaw. Maybe he speaks the truth. Oh, wait a minute. Something just came to mind. What? A friend of mine who was with another gang was caught by a masked man who rides a white stallion and an engine riding a paint. The description he gave me of the two fit these hombres. He said they helped the law. Well, I've heard of them. And now that you mention it, Bill, I think these are the two you mean. Well, I'm fairly sure of it. Well, there are four of us here with drawn guns. Shoot a kill if they make a move. Now you two ride towards the shack and keep your hands high. Get going. Come on, little bit. Come on, come on, come on. Get up, get up, get up. The lone ranger knew the caliber of men with whom they were dealing, and signaled Tonto to follow their instructions for the time being. The masked men of Indian were taken into the shack. The only armed race smart enough to find us got trapped. Bill, three of us keep him covered. You go behind them, take their guns, put them over on the table. Right. Be ready to fire. Don't worry, go ahead. Moving carefully, Bill went behind the lone ranger and Tonto and took their guns, which he put onto the table. Now we really haven't caught. What are you going to do with them, Sid? First tie them up. And I'll remove that mask and see who that hombre is. No, we can't keep him here. I don't intend to. And the other four come back. We'll have some fun. We'll let the masked man Indian run for the woods with their hands tied behind their backs. They make it before we can shoot them. They keep going. You know we wouldn't have a chance. That's right. But Wes, go put their horses back with ours. All right. How, Bill? You and Tom tie them. They have no guns. Now I'll keep them covered. Bill and Tom hosted their guns, got some rope, then approached the masked man and Indian. The lone ranger realized the time had come for quick action, regardless of the risk. He glanced at Tahoe, and with an almost imperceptible nod gave the signal to jump the two men. As they did so, there was a sudden interruption. Oh, my arm! Oh, Tahoe! The lone ranger and Tahoe runs out the terrific blows, knocking both Bill and Tom to the floor. Then they grab their guns from the table. Now we hold the guns. Get their guns, Tahoe, then tie them. Sit. I heard a shot. Read you. Take his gun, too, Tahoe. Miss Harris! I wondered who shot through the window a moment ago. I followed you and the Indian here. I saw the guards bring you here, and that left the way open for me. But I saw through the window that Rector was the only one holding a gun. Well, I fired, hoping you'd both take advantage of the opportunity. I see you did. Then you plenty good shot. I told you I could shoot. Now I'll help you tie them. Tahoe and Sally quickly tied the crooks tightly, and then they were placed on bonks. A moment later, hoofbeats were heard approaching the shack. The other four returning close the door, Tahoe. Let me do it. If they come in, we may be able to get the drop on them. Maybe. I mean, think them here shots. And not right up to shack. And dismount back there. They must suspect something is wrong in here. Yes. Look at them. We can go behind trees. Maybe try to sneak up on shack. They're all expert gunmen. I'm sure we have to hold them off. I'll call through the window. You out there! Don't come any closer! He was trapped in here. Don't worry. Shots come from every side of the building. Oh, they mustn't get the best of us. I'm determined Sid Rector will be turned over to the law for punishment. He will be. For some time, shots were exchanged between those in the shack and the four outlaws on the outside. The Long Ranger was sure one or two of them had been hit, but they kept on fighting. Then other shots were heard from the outside. They're heading this way. A lot of them. They must have heard the shooting. I see Uncle Jed. He and the sheriff are leading some of the towns. Come on, panel, we'll go help. I'm coming along. The battle lasted but a short time. Finally, the other four outlaws were disarmed and subdued. Sally ran forward to meet her uncle. Sally, Sally girls, what are you doing here? Who is always been with you? Cover them boys. Wait, Uncle Jed. That's the masked man you told me about in his Indian frame. Great day I should have known. They're friends, men. No need to cover him. As soon as I got back home and heard what had happened, I took all the ranch hands and went to get the sheriff to ride with us. He brought his men. Then we started out to hunt those killers. That's right. Jed was sure I loved him. We were trailing the outlaw gang when we heard the shooting. So we had come to find out about it. I reckon this is the gang we were after. Yes, Sid Rector and three more of his men are in the shack securely bound. Well, it's a mystery. When you and that inching get after anybody, you sure get him. Your niece was quite a help to us. She's a brave girl. Oh, thank you. Sally's a mighty fine girl, Missy. Now, if a man had a hankering to settle down and wanted a good wife, I'd be able to see Sally. Uncle Jed, please. Well, the man who marries Sally will be fortunate indeed, Mr. Harris. Well, Jed, those four, two more of them. Nope. May I smell an inch in your friend, chef? I can vouch for them. For that matter, hey, Rick and Sally will too. Of course. Sheriff Sid Rector and three others are tied up in the shack. Well, let's go get him. Get him! Soon, Jed, the sheriff and Sally stood watching as the sheriff's men cut the ropes that bound the outlaw's ankles. They'd walk them out and then tie them on the horses. The jib and the ice dude don't see how this all came about. What were you doing here, Sally? Where'd you run across a masked man and inch? Briefly, Sally explained what had happened and how she had decided to follow the lone ranger and tanto. When she finished, the sheriff said, Hey, gullies, you hadn't followed them. They might have been dead, but now... Maybe, yes. And then again, maybe no, chef. Hey, Rick and Sally shot through the window, gave them a chance they wanted, but, uh, I think they would have turned the tables in some way on wrecked in his gun, wouldn't they? Those two hombres are plenty fast and plenty clever. They moved like lightning when I did fire that shot. That masked man is wonderful, I know. Where'd they go? I saw him riding away a few minutes ago. And Rick and they figured they'd done enough for one day. We could have finished them off if that girl had no bullet in her. Get a breaky! If I take a shot at you, it'll be what you deserve. You murdered my brother out on the plane. Ian, these men will hang for that. I hope so. I knew if I followed the masked man in Indian that they'd find Rector sooner or later. Oh, I wish now they hadn't found him so soon. Stop sighing over there, masked man, Sally. It won't do you any good. Why do you say that? After all, Uncle Jed, I am, well, presentable. You're beautiful, Miss Sally. How about that, boy? You see, Uncle Jed, now, if I only knew who that masked man is and where he lives... Oh, Sally, forget it. You see, the whole West is his home. He's dedicated his life to helping others and ridding the West of crooks and killers. I told you many stories about the masked man, Sally, but I never told you that he's the lone ranger. I'm the smartest boy. Whoever shouted, shiver high. He can weather any storm that blows. A delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle-building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals, and proteins your body needs. Yes, the good things in a Cheerios breakfast do good things for your body. Help you have healthy nerves, blood, strong bones, and muscles. Cheerios, remember, is made from oats, yet needs no cooking. Eat Cheerios, the cereal-shaped like little letter O's. Then you'll hear people say... He's feeling his Cheerios. A copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is created by George W. Trendle, produced by Trendle Campbell Muir Incorporated, directed by Charles D. Livingston, and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Foy. The Lone Ranger is brought to you by General Mills every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at this same time. Be sure to listen. This recorded program has come to you from Detroit. This is ABC Radio Network.