 The makers of Cheerios, the Oaks Cheerios ready to eat, and Wheaties breakfast of champions present, the Low Ranger, Dust and the High High Old Silver. The Masked Rider of the Plains, let the fight for law and order in the United States. Nowhere in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice. Ladies of yesteryear, come the thundering hoofbeats of the Great Horse Silver. The Low Ranger, every delicious spoon's real muscle building food. Help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, wonderful toasted old flavor. So tomorrow morning and every morning, start the day right with a Cheerios breakfast riding horseman in the valley, then shots flying out. Chasing that rider and firing at you to my friends nearby. Selfie kill. My name is Roy Bonanza. I joined the Texas Rangers a year ago. Recently was assigned to get the goods and a gang that's been operating in this territory. I came down this way, posed as a drifter, hung around the cafes and nearby towns. You finally met one of the outlaws. Yeah, I became friendly with him and before long he took me to meet the gang. The leader, a heavyset German named Carl Lubeck. He doesn't trust anybody, he watched me closely. Lubeck? To hide out. There are two captains. I was in one of them with one of the gang, the rest were with Lubeck and the others. Man, I was with, went outside, just as another member of the gang arrived from town. Instead he found out who I was. I reckon Lubeck sent two of the men to guard me. Can you tell us the location of that hideout? Yeah, but it won't do any good. Lubeck was getting ready to move the gang anyway. Are we not able to follow gang? This tour will complicate matters. Regardless of that, we'll get directional from you, Roy. But after the storm's over, I'm riding down the slope, shooting as he rode. I figured he must have others with him, so we'll beat it. Uh, find out what you can. The camp was located in a wooded grove on the side of- They look like the two gunmen who wounded Roy. Then Sam realized you if they located the camp- Well, what's the matter? The two men who chased you, I'm sure they're coming up the trail. Oh, hey, hand me my gun. Hey, they find- No use, Roy. We'd be no match for them. I'll help you into the tall brush and hide you there. I'll hide your horse back among the trees. We'll have to hurry. What about you if they see this camp? They look around, but follow my horses? I'll mount my horse and lead those two men away from here. I-I think they'll be sure to chase after me, and I know my horse can lose them. Alright, it's risky. Yeah, huh. I'll try to keep out of gun range. Hurry, they'll be coming along near here. As soon as you're out of sight, I'll leave. Come on! Sam and Slinky realized they couldn't catch up with Dan, so they turned off the trail and rode straight down the steep slope to intercept him. Like you're a Santa coach some- So, young, he's perniosky. Better take his gun while I keep him covered. Alright. I don't know what you're talking about. Thanks for having me, young man. I don't have to take that. Both have guns or help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, and besides giving you go-power, Cheerios is downright wonderful tasting. That builds a cabin on the ledge, close to the cliff wall, and to dug into the cliff in search of gold. About 20 feet below them to make him talk, Slinky ended up lying on the ground, watching to turn him over to me. He suddenly moved in fast. Slinky moved in, determined to beat Dan down with a furious onslaught. I'll take these guns for you. Kim's fighting hesitated a moment. That moment was long enough for Dan. Hit him, Carl. I don't know. I couldn't see him. He hasn't come up. He can't survive the rapids. Let's forget him. Alternating swimming and floating. He finally managed to reach- At the end of the cliff now, have to make it to shorefowl. I'll have to get lasted. Maybe, maybe I can make it to the river. Kim's heavy. We know track the water, Dan. Where's your hand on my shoulder? I'll get you a shorefowl. Yes, sir. Now, take it easy, Dan. You'll make it all right. You'll soon be safe. See you on rock, Dan. Who is your rest of Dan? We want to know how you got there. I'll tell you, the men are too, sir. It's too bad you got all wet coming out to the rock. Oh, that doesn't matter. As long as you're safe. You really didn't have to swim out. I could have made it to shore after I rested a little. Kim gets so him, him not need much help anymore. Yes, sir. The joke's on me. I thought I was practically saving his life and soaked all my- Anyhow, I sure was glad to see you. Thanks, Dan. I'm sure you were. I'll tell us what happened to you. Might and escape. He finished by saying- They still have Victor. And the gun you let me use for target practice, sir. The gun my father owned. Do you think you can lead us to the path that approached the hideout? Yes, sir. But there are eight outlaws. The channel couldn't go against them a lot. You take you back to the camp, Dan. You ride Roy's horse to town to get the sheriff. Then we'll move in on Lou Beckett's gang. We'll start it back to camp. They have gone a short distance along the trail when they met Roy with the sheriff and the posse. Led by Dan, the horsemen started for the hideout to surprise the outlaws. The guards were posted at both paths, leading down to the ledge. So they felt secure. They were about to bank in town and then leave this territory tonight. It led for some reason- Look out the window! Men coming down the path! Oh, hey, what? Some are coming down the other path, too! They must have overpowered the two guards. We'll be trapped in here. Get their guns and start shooting! They fought desperately. But it was a losing battle. And before long, they were subdued. Several of them had been wounded. And the rest threw out their guns. Then came out with their hands high There's a young fella. I thought he was done for his life. Oh, this has come about because of him. That masked man must have had something to do with it. I remember hearing about a masked hombre who helps a lot. Well, you're looking at him right now. Sure, we'll get down for it. This happens because of a youth who knows too much. I reckon he knows so. This the masked man. That question shows you something to think about, isn't it? To become a champ, you don't have to be born a champ. Take Bob Feller, a pitcher for the Cleveland Indians. Young Bob was born a farmer's son. He practiced ball and chores. 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 Wheatie's flakes that he still cheers. Bob Feller ate Wheaties as a kid. Still eats him now 23 years later. You can't beat him. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheatie's flake. Okay Bob, wind it up! Directed by Charles D. Livingston. And edited by...