 A speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hotty, high old silver! The lone ranger! With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, 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. In a lot of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the Great Horse Silver! The lone ranger rides again! One silver! Let's go be followed! A old silver! Zing Doris is 13, and she is the diving queen. She can do a flip-feet cause she knows. You're eating Cheerios. Theos taste simply wonderful too. They're already cooked, shaped like little roundoes and just full of good toasted old flavor. Milk and pitch in. You can almost feel the go power. For a Cheerios breakfast is one of the finest ways you can get the vitamins, proteins and minerals your body needs. A bowl of Cheerios and milk really starts your day right. 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We'll hand all the money over to the reverent. I'm going to count on you to help do it. The fundraising campaign was a success. And a day called collection day was set aside for accepting the funds of all contributors. Before mid-afternoon on collection day, Duval, talking to some of the men in his cafe, told them... We've collected $4,000 so far. For the days over, I bet we have three times that much. That's good, huh? I wouldn't be surprised I go to the bank in the morning by a $15,000 to put in there. Most of the ranch money hasn't come in yet. Two of the men who heard Duval's words were Red Oldham and Rico Grimes. They edged away from the group that stood around Duval. Come on, Rico, let's get out of here. Sure, let's round motion. Can you hear what Duval said? Three times $4,000. He said it might be even 50. Just a minute, you with the red hat. Huh? It's that crazy collude, Andy Portman. Say, didn't I used to know you once? That fella gives me the creeps. He's always asking me if he knows me. Maybe he does. He's been out here longer than anybody else. You think maybe... I think maybe we'd better get out to the ranch and see the boss. Get up, get up! A short time later, the two men, Red and Rico, arrived at the ranch house of their boss, the man who called himself Martin Travis. They told him of the money that was being taken in on Church Collection Day. And boss, Duval says he'll have maybe as much as $15,000 by tonight. He's going to take to the bank in the morning. We heard them say that. Meaning he'll probably leave it in his safe overnight. We'll make sure he puts the money in the safe first. And when we know that, well, don't worry. I have ideas. Good ideas! Later that same evening, shortly after midnight, Red Oldham galloped his horse away from Palemos, west of town, away from the main road. He met with Martin Travis and Rico Grimes, who had been waiting in the other place. I couldn't get here sooner. They collected money right up to 12 o'clock. How much did they get? I don't know, but it was a lot. Duval put it away and said he's going to close this place at 2 o'clock, so as everybody can get up early and be on hand when he turns over the collection money to Reverend Mitchell. Yeah, that is a laugh, Rico. Red, you did all right. Now the rest is up to us, Rico. Don't worry. I know what I have to do. I have a fuse already. Just help me get these two candles well across the cattle of my son. Yeah, I'll help you. Whose place are you going to burn? George Rivera's. But let's get Rico started. As soon as we do this thing, the better. A short time later in the rambling storage bins adjacent to farmer George Rivera's barns, Rico Grimes poured the inflammable liquid on the walls and floor. Then he ran a long fuse leading from the building towards the woods. He struck a match and placed it against the end of the fuse when he was sure the fuse was burning. He returned to his horse, mounted, and galloped back to his waiting companions. Rico astride his horse as were Martin Travis and Red Oldham watched until tongues of flame suddenly shot into the night sky from the spot they knew to be the Rivera farm. Here it goes, boss. Look at those flames. Nice work, Rico. We should hear the town fire bell in just a little while. Inside Cladio Val's cafe responded to the alarm at once, running into the street and heading for their horses and the scene of the fire. Joining them was Cladio Val himself. He stopped at the door of his office before taking leave and spoke to Andy Burton. Andy, you stay here and watch out for the safe. I know you stay here too. See, I'm going to fire with the other men. You watch out for the cafe. Andy's taking care of the office. See, senior DeVal, I keep good look for things. You're back. Hidden by the trees and underbrush, the three crooks, Red, Rico and Travis watched as riders singly and in groups gallop past on their way from town to fight the fire. That must be nearly everybody. Now wait, here comes another rider. It's DeVal. Tell his horse easy. Alley's gone. Now let's get to town. We'll go by the back trail and make it fast. At the same moment in a temporary camp in the hills directly above the scene of the fire, the lone ranger and tautos startled by the alarm that are mounted their horses. That's a bad fire, Tato. Men down there may need our help. Me ready? Come on, send us! Now the three crooks entered the rear door of Play DeVal's cafe. The door that led to the owner's office. They wore bandanas across their faces. Travis led the way. Now the lights are on so be careful. Yeah. Now close the door, Red. You cover the door the least of the cafe. You vermin! Hey, what? What do you think you're up to? A local one. He has a gun. Grab him before he fires. Shoot the lobbyist! Keep off that bandana! Red! Redhead! I know who you are! Shut up! You fools, he saw your face. You'll never remember that old coot. Come on, let's get the money. Let's get to work in the safe. Martin Travis, working smoothly and efficiently, had the safe open within a few minutes. There was a cinch. Hey, the money's in sacks. I think it's the money. Let's see. That's the money. All right, look at it. Well, grab a saggy chair. All right, boss. Say, what about the old cooties? Bring them with us, Rico. Use that gun again. Be glad to, boss. Glad to. Throw them across the saddle. Yeah, boss. Red has the money by except two. Let's get ridin' these to the hideout. Get him! Get him! A lone ranger and tonto near the scene of the diminishing fire and dismounted. They could see men fighting the flames and they began to walk toward them. But a man carrying buckets of water saw them. He dropped the pails and drew his gun. Take your hands off of me. You're making a mistake. Mister, we're here. I'm going to set fire to my place. That's who you are. Start walkin' over there to the sheriff. I assure you we have nothing to do with the fire. We came down from our camp in the hills to help fight it. I said walk. I'll do it or I'll plug you. Go on and keep going. The 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. Older Sam is the smartest boy. Whoever shouted ship a high, he can weather any storm that blows. Like little letter O's, no other cereal tastes like Cheerios. It's the only ready-to-eat cereal with this fresh toasted oat flavor. No other cereal is like Cheerios. You see, Cheerios is made from oats and every 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, good red blood, strong bones and muscles. Have Cheerios every morning. Then you'll hear people say... Now to continue. The lone ranger and turtle remain silent as the aroused farm owner George Rivera walked them to where the firefighters had finally brought the flames under control. Hey, man, look! I found these two with skulking back there near the trees. A mask, man! Yeah, and an engine, too! Now the ones who must have set fire to my place. Sheriff Davis, you better take these. Hello, Sheriff Davis. Remember me. I am leaping cactus. If it isn't a mask. You mean you think they're not crooks? I assure you they're not crooks. My reason for wearing the mask are personal. Now he sent more crooks to jail than I and all my deputies put together. Todd and I were camped up there in the hills. When we saw the flames, we rode here as quickly as possible. I see you stopped the fire from spreading. Yeah, that's the best we could do. With all of George's barns and stable, they're burned to the ground. We saved his horses, though. That's one good thing. Sheriff, Mr. Rivera, you said before that someone started the fire. What did you mean by that? Well, we found oil cans near where the blaze must have started and you could see whether there was a rope fused to. We were all in town, George included. Collecting money for a church. He must have it. Look, man and horse come plenty fast. To Val is Pedro. Pedro? Pedro, what's the matter? Why'd you come here? Ah, Senor. Crooks, they come, hits Senor Andy, break open safe, make money and ride away. Pedro told of hearing shots in Duval's office while he, Pedro, was in the cafe. He told how the crooks knocked out Andy Burton and repeated their conversation. Pedro ended by explaining... They also take Senor Andy across one horse like if he's dead. They ride away from town toward East and then I heard a hear. They're filthy buzzards. They've stolen the money we collected forever and they... It seems to me they might have started the fire out here as a decoy. That could be it. Maybe you're right, Sheriff. Man, let's get back as fast as we can. Come on. From the moment Pedro arrived on the scene and told his story, attention had been riveted on him and the Sheriff. The men had seemed to forget about the presence of the mask man and Indian. As the townsmen rode after the Sheriff and Duval, the lone ranger turned to Tonto. Well, what do you know about that? Then forget all about us, just ride away. Well, at least they didn't think of us as being implicated. Sheriff, tell them we friends. If he hadn't, we might be in real trouble, Tonto. Kimosabe, you hear what them say? Crooks take money, men collect for preachers. Yes, and the type of thief who'd do that deserves... Tonto, Sheriff Davis didn't ask our help, but we'll give it to him. Ah, are you right into town now? No, you saw how many men returned there with the Sheriff. They'll be doing all the things that are obvious. Looking for leads and hoof prints and other forms of evidence. But crooks get far away. I doubt that they'll go too far, Tonto. They're carrying a man who's dead or wounded. They have a reason for doing this. Boy, say crooks right east. We know this territory, Tonto. We know there are many places where crooks might hide in the hills east of town. Right there, Kimosabe? Yes, let's start now. This road curves on the way into town. It curves again on the other side of town. It may cat circle. Exactly. So if we ride through the hills on a straight line, we'll be on the other side of town before the Sheriff's men get there. We get horses, Kimosabe? Yes, let's go, Tonto. A few minutes later, just as the last sparks of the fire faded, the Lone Ranger and Tonto rode into the hills. He said we should come easy for life. Come on, Tonto! The Lone Ranger had guessed rightly, Martin Travis, Red Oldham and Rico Grimes had taken the unconscious Andy Burton and the money bags to one of the caves east of Polymos, in the hills where the masked man and Indian were starting their seemingly futile search. The crooks gathered near a lighted lantern, counting the contents of the money bags before dividing the loot and did not see the old Indian scout begin to regain consciousness. Yes, yes! Boys, it looks as if there might be more money here than we thought. Give me that other bag, Red. Andy Burton's grain may have been dim, but his instincts were still keen. The tricks of his craft as scout and fighter were deep within him, so now awake and aware of his plight, he pretended still to be unconscious. He let his right hand move slowly along the ground until it came in contact with a large stone. He gripped his tightly. Then he opened one eye and moved his head until he could see the scene around the lantern. Then, silently and imperceptibly, he inched back into the darkness. Suddenly, he heard the redhead's voice. Andy, don't go! Andy leaped to his feet and threw the rock at the lantern. The rock hit Rico, who staggered back as his gun went off. His body bumped into the lantern, which crashed to the ground and plunged the cave into utter darkness. Andy could hear the cries of consternation from the crooks. As he ran toward the opening of the cave, the moonlight bright outside. Shocks from inside whizzed around his head. As sewer weathered against the opening, he dived into the underbrush outside. Gotta get out of here. They catch up with me. I gotta get out of here. The environments are outside now. Why'd you see me runnin' here? I'm sure he's separated from Toto by a few hundred feet. He heard the shots. Silly sewer. Easy now, boy. Yes, we'll head that way. Easy. Come on. Wasn't you firing the hole? Come closer. There comes someone through the brush. All right, you, get your hands up. I'll shoot if you move. Andy Burton. Toto, this is Andy Burton. Maybe crooks, he might put out one. Kill me. Stay down low. Move over this way. Andy, I know you. I think you'll know me when you see my face in the light. I'm your friend. Listen to me. I hear you. I remember you. Saw your mask just now. As he did, Toto rose from the darkness and grabbed him. From a few paces back, the low ranger fired at the spot where he'd seen the flame from Travis' pistols. Look after that man. See'd anything like it. Andy, tell me, are these the three men who stole the money from the office of a man named Duval? Yeah. Light to lantern again so we can see better. This moonlight's not enough. Ah, me, light lantern. You know, I think they hit me so hard tonight that I'm starting to think right again. I'm remembering things. Yeah. They took the reverend's money, the crooks' dead, the way I re- Took a short cut while you were looking for it. Here's the reverend's money. I have it right here, all safe and sound. Sheriff, what do you know? Andy's his arm. It's not too bad. Sheriff, I think you'll find that Martin Travis is really an outlaw from Texas named Mike Tarleton. He sure is. I remember him. Remember him. He's an outlaw too. I'm remembering a lot of things. The hits on the head they gave me did me good. Sheriff, let Andy tell you all that happened. Andy, you were in the center of things just as you were in the old days. There's a lot to tell, all right. And on account of you, I'm able to tell it. You'll not meet me then. Come on, Tarleton. Hey, now wait a minute, stranger. There's no use calling him back, Dubal. I told you before, I know the man. That's the way he does things. Does things like he did tonight? Just rides away like that? Yeah. He always seems to come from nowhere. But when he gets to a place, things happen. And always for the good. Just like a preacher, huh? Like Reverend Mitchell, maybe? Well, not just like that. He sometimes uses a gun when a prayer doesn't seem to be working. But if he helps build a church, well... Yep, Sheriff, I'll go along with your net. But tell me, who is the man? Shucks. I can remember that. He's the lone ranger. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with Wheaties! Don't ever doubt it. Champions are made, not born. You can get there. For example, take the story of Wheaty's champion, Stan Musial of the St. Louis Cardinals. Young Stan was willed no claim to fame, no magic way to learn the game. He had to sweat and give his all, learning to field and hit that ball. Sure, Wheaties was his breakfast call. Today they call him Stan the Man, still and always a Wheaties fan. Stan Musial has been powering up with Wheaties right along, 19 years. Good for Stan, good for you. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' plate. Now watch Stan belt that ball! He's on his way, on his way. He's on his way, on his way. Get on your way with Wheaties! 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