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Helps give you the good red blood, strong bones, and muscles. Go-power, you'll get it from Cheerios! Try it, and folks will say... He's feeling his Cheerios! With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful masquerader 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! What's going on? I'm Silver! After many dreary and disheartening weeks of hardship and danger, pioneers in covered wagons moved across the western part of Utah. They hoped to reach the Nevada border and the town of Border City within a couple of days. But this hope was never realized. The veteran guide riding beside the lead wagon was the first to sense disaster when he heard an Indian war cry. Engines coming from the north! He saw savages riding from the crest of a hill. Pharmaceutical! Pioneers worked with speed, born of desperation. When the wagons were in position, the women unloaded firearms, ammunition, and medical supplies. While the men unhitched the horses, then kipped the heavy wagons to their sides. All right, boys! Work it over! Do you think the floorboards of the wagons will stop right up the list? Let's hope so! It's the only protection we've got! The Indians are starting to ride in a circle around us. Let them work it! The pioneers fought bravely, but their supply of ammunition was limited. Against the overwhelming odds, defeat was inevitable. Before dark, the fight was over. The pioneers massacred and the wagons burned. That night, the lone survivor, a boy of 16, who had lived through the massacre by feigning death, moved through the darkness, away from the scene that wrote an infamous page in the history of the West. The following morning, the lone ranger and tonto riding across the plains saw the remains of burned wagons and grim evidence of a heroic struggle. The work of the patches! After making sure that all the pioneers were beyond earthly help, the lone ranger said, Too many for us to bury, Tonto. We'll report this to the fort. Let's examine the ground beyond the circle of wagons. On the soft ground, the mask man and his companion found many tracks of unshot ponies. A big bend of Indians, Tonto. Then come from hill over that way. They went away over the same hill. Notice all the rifles shells. Ah, look like cartridges from sharps rifles. Yes. I wonder how the savages got modern weapons. Me, wonder, same thing. A lot of the patches, armless sharps rifles, that means more trouble to come. In a hurry. Here, boot mark. Let me see. Those were not made by an engine. Not right. My father walked here. He headed west, and his trail is on top of the pony tracks. He was alive after the Indians left. Ah, him got long walk to border city. Maybe we follow tracks, catch up and help him. Yes, we'll do that, Tonto. But first I want to ride up that hill. You think the Indians camped another side? No, but the tracks beyond the hill may tell us which way they went. Oh, all right. Let's go, Tonto. Easy, easy. Easy, easy, Tonto. Come on, Tonto. The two men, both highly skilled in reading trail signs, followed the tracks of Indian ponies across the level plain, and up the hillside. They were about a short distance from the crest, when the sharp eyes of the lone rangers saw something on the ground. He called. Right in, Tonto. Close over, close over. I'm going back a few yards to look at something beside that boulder. Come on, Tonto. You were farther away from a rock than I was. Oh, here we are. Close over, go easy. Easy, easy, easy. Come on. What's that? A half-smoked cigarette. Oh, there are others close to rock. Someone here for a long time smoked plenty of cigarette. There were two men standing here, Tonto, and they wore boots, not moccasins. There are marks of horses. Big horses wearing shoes. Two men stood behind and beside this rock, and watched the attack on the wagon train. Me wonder who men are. Something to find out if they were... Oh. Have you found something? Maybe this help. A small velvet tassel. Me see tassel like this on plenty fancy hat in Mexico. That's right. This might have come from a Mexican hat. We take it with us. He must have had me hear hoopties. Horses coming from the other side of the hill. Putting into his pocket the red velvet tassel, that had probably been one of many that dangled from the wide brim of a fancy sombrero. The lone ranger looked toward the crest of the hill. Six troopers rode into view from the far side. Lieutenant, this is Sergeant for privates. Well, then see us. We stay here. Yes. They may know something about the Apaches. Yes, sir. Sergeant, keep these two covered. Lieutenant, there's been a massacre. That's why we're here. Scout brought word to the camp a couple of hours ago. Colonel Hodge, detail is... Colonel Hodge, is he your commanding officer? Yes. He came to investigate. After the massacre, the Indians rode over this hill. You may have seen their tracks. The ground north of the hill is hard lava. Tracks don't show. Please tell the colonel. I'm instructed to bring in anyone who looks suspicious. That mass qualifies you as a suspicious character. Well, I'd like to speak to Colonel Hodge. I intend to take you to him. Where is the camp? About 10 miles due north. I'm sorry, Lieutenant, that's too far. We can't take the time to go there now. You can't take the time. No, we want to follow the trail of one man who survived the massacre. We lose four or five hours if we go to your camp. I gave you no choice. Surrender your guns, you two Indians. Lieutenant, Taddo and I have served Colonel Hodge's guides. He knows me as the Lone Ranger. That means nothing to me. Lieutenant, I have hurt the Lone Ranger. Well, I haven't. Well, you've only been the worst a short term. Are you going to surrender your guns? No. Taddo, follow the trail of that survivor. Stand away from your horses. I ordered you to surrender. We're not soldiers under orders. We're speaking of orders. Are you going to order your men to shoot us in the back? Easy. Get a big gun. Order! Well, a fall, a cool nerve. Service, right, Lieutenant? He told you. He's the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger and Taddo rode hard to the foot of the hill, then seeing that they were not pursued, they slowed their horses to a steady lope and headed west, following the tracks of the only survivor of the massacre. Meanwhile, in rugged hills north of the trail to border city and west of the cavalry camp, a meeting took place in the hideaway stronghold of Chief Red Wolf and his band of savage apaches. Two white men named Tarmac and Chase sat on the ground with Red Wolf. With Chase wearing expensive clothes, toyed with his hat, a fancy Mexican sombrero trimmed with red velvet tassels, while Tarmac counted money. $1,600. Red Wolf, you sure this is all the cash you found on the pioneers? Mays sure. Hold on, Red Wolf. You've got the horses, firearms, and everything else the pioneers had. You were to give us all the cash. That was the agreement. Don't try to hold out on us. You're not like agreement. We end agreement. All right, Red Wolf. No, no. Well, you got a good setup. Dude and I find out about the wagon train. You make the attack. When next wagon train come west? We don't know yet. Maybe we'll hear about one while we're in border city tonight. What are you looking for, dude? I lost one of the tassels from my hat. I thought it might be around here on the ground. Well, here's half your cash. All right, thanks. Buy yourself a step and get rid of that crazy looking sombrero. I like this sombrero. I paid plenty for it. Well, we better get going. You'll be here in some of that wolf. Ready, boy? You ready, dude? Yeah, let's go. Easy. Get out of there. Come on. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Because champions are made not for. Yes, sir. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with Weedy. Something to think about, isn't it? To become a champ, you don't have to be born a champ. Take Bob Feller picture for the Cleveland Indians. Young Bob was born a farmer's son. He practiced ball when chores were done. He worked for speed. He learned control. To be a champ was young Bob's goal. So he ate Weedy's bowl on bowl. Bob's been a champ for many years. It's Weedy's flakes that he still cheers. Bob Feller ate Weedy's as a kid. Still eats him now 23 years later. You can't beat him. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Weedy's flake. Okay, Bob, wind her up. Hey, hey, hey. He's on his way. On his way. He's on his way. On his way. Get on your way with Weedy's. Cause champions are made not for. Yes, sir. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with Weedy's. Breakfast of champions. Now to continue. The lone ranger and tato following the clearly defined boot marks held Scott and Silver to a steady pace. By late afternoon, they were within a few miles of border city. When they saw a figure lying on the ground beside the trail. He's the man we've been following. He's a big fella. To their surprise, the lone ranger and tato found a boy unhurt but sleeping from sheer exhaustion. Good food and the lone ranger's understanding and sympathetic manner soon won the confidence of the boy who gave his name as Billy Milton. He fought back tears as he told of the massacre and his parents who had been killed. The lone ranger said, Billy, we're going to take you to the hall of a lady who lives at the edge of border city. Her husband and son were killed by Indians several years ago. Her name is Mrs. Kimberly. We'll start as soon as we put away the cooking gear. Tarmac and Hugh Chase reached border city soon after dark and went directly to the cafe. Seated at a table, they watched for men with news of wagon trains. Presently, a man rushed through the back wing doors and shouted, Hey, kids! Dude, he looks familiar. Listen, kids, I got news! He's the planesman who brought a word of the wagon train the last time we were here. Here, what show has to say quiet down? We sure cashed in on that information. I thought you found a wagon train heading this way. That was a couple of days ago. I thought I'd be here by this time. Yesterday, it was attacked by Indians. What's that about Indians? The only survivor is a 16-year-old boy. I want his name. Where is he? Where is he? I don't know. I'm your kid. I'll tell you all I know. I was calling on the wood of Kimberley when a mask man and an Indian arrived at the boy. Mask man? This is Kimberley knew the mask man. He helped fight the red skins to kill her son and husband. She told me he's the lone ranger. Dude! I'm telling you facts. The lone ranger and tunnel are at the Weaver's house right now. Dude, come outside. Jude and Plarmac hurried out the side door and walked fast toward the front of the cafe where their horses waited at the hit trail. I didn't know the lone ranger was around here. I need to deny him. He and his Indian pal investigate. They might find our tracks. I don't think they could follow him. Listen, I've heard plenty about the lone ranger in Tonto. They're mighty sharp at cutting signs. I don't aim to take any chances of getting my neck in a noose. We're gonna kill the lone ranger. There you go. Get it up, Tom. There was no reason for Topper to be standing with the horses in front of the Kimberley house to attach any significance to the sound of hoof beats on the town's main street. And he did not hear the horses of Jude and Plarmac a few minutes later when they were halted on soft grass far behind the house. The renegades left their horses and as they approached on foot out of Tonto's sight, Plarmac said, who's the one near the front? When the mask man comes out, we'll drill him in Tonto. There's a light in the back room. I noticed it. I'm gonna look through the window. Someone's in that room. I saw the shadow move. Well, as I figure it, the widow, the mask man and the boy are the only ones in the house. You gotta keep your voice low or we're getting close. If they... I see them. The lone ranger in there. Well, there's no use waiting. I'm going close to the window and put a bullet through that mask man right now. Then get the idea. Only unaware of the threat of death, the lone rangers stood beside Billy in a small, neat bedroom and smiled at the boy's wide-eyed admiration. Golly, it's a fine room. I can't believe it's gonna be mine. Mrs. Kimberly's son used to sleep here. Do you think she really meant it when she said she'd be glad to have me live here? I know she meant it. She's unpacking all of her boys' clothes in the other room. There'd be yours too. You live here, Billy, and go to school. What the window? Move fast. The mask man drew and fired with lightning speed as he shoved Billy to one side. Tell Mrs. Kimberly to stay where she is and not to worry. Yes, sir. The fast move and quick shot threw off Dudes' aim. The lone ranger saw two men running away from the house and toward two horses. He opened the window. As he leaped out, Tuttle ran up to his side. Can you hear guns? He must have it. One of those men tried to shoot me. Let me get horses. We catch him. Wait. Look, Tuttle, one of them lost his hat. Ah. In Mexico. We don't know about the man, but this is a Mexican hat with velvet tassels. He must have it. Tassels like the one we found. Ah. There's one tassel gone from hat. Those must be the men who watched the massacre. That's right. Come on. We'll get scout and silver. Ah. As the lone ranger and Tuttle reached their horses in front of the house, a crowd of townsmen who had heard the shooting approach. What's the gunplay? We heard shots. What's going on here? There's the people in that house. Easy, simple, simple. Easy, simple. I'll explain later. Come on. Come on. Stop. After dashing away from the house, leaving the townsmen dazed, the lone ranger and Tuttle used many tricks to remain on scene while they pursued the men ahead. You'll find out where they go. Come on. Come on. Come on. At first, the gunman rode east, but after a few miles, thinking they were not observed, they angled to the northeast. The hang for the hills. That's plenty high to place there. Come on. Get them up. Come on. The outlaws reached the hills at midnight. After that, it was increasingly difficult to keep them in sight. The rugged ground was studded by countless boulders and caught by many canyons. When the men ahead grew rain to rest their horses, the lone ranger and Tuttle did the same, some distance away. Come on. Come on. Easy, easy. Come on. Me wonder how far them go. Hello. Those men undoubtedly led the Indian attack. They may be going to join their Apache friends. If we follow them, we meet over hundred men. We'll need lots of help. Few rides south. Get ahead of those two. Then go east as fast as possible to the cavalry camp. Matt North, aware of Indians. Attack length at once. Yes, tell Carl Hart the situation... And what you do, Kimma Competition? I'll keep following and try to locate the hideout. How soldiers know where hideout is. I'll signal a smoke. Kimma over. Bad men see signal. Kimma with music in, it's almost hit. signal. Then try to get you. I'll hope that the cavalry gets them first. Tell me go now easy scout easy brother. Good luck you must have it. Adios. Adios. Get them off scouts. Through the remaining hours of night, Ewed and Tarmac rode slowly, so their horses might avoid a misstep on the dangerous ground. At dawn they reached their destination, the camp of the Indian renegades. Chief Red Wolf listened to their story, nodding soberly from time to time. Tarmac finished by saying, We got to kill that masked man in town. We'll need your help. Me hear plenty about masked man. Me glad to see him dead. And you'll help us, huh? Well, how about it Red Wolf? What do you see? Look there, top of mountains. Smoke? What's that mean? Someone there make fire. This hideout of yours can be seen from that peak. That's right. That's giving out an awful lot of smoke. That signal. Hey! Hey! Hey! We go there! The shouted commands of Red Wolf stirred the savages to action. In a matter of minutes they were armed and mounted, ready to ride. Come on Tarmac, we gotta go with them. The lone ranger watching from behind a boulder that concealed himself and his horse from the view of the oncoming savages, knew that escape was out of the question. He drew his guns, prepared to sell his life as dearly as possible. The first shot to for the White Renegades, never shot to kill. But this time, please Lord, direct my bolts. For a moment the masked man's eyes were closed in prayer. The troopers filled with a smudge fire, did it? The Indians were caught in plain view of the hard-riding men in uniform who charged up behind them. Devastating gunfire broke out. The masked man mounted silver and joined the fight. Monster! Soon many savages were killed. The rest, including Red Wolf, threw down their guns. You and Tarmac also surrendered. When the prisoners were tied, Colonel Hodge gripped the hand of the masked man, while the other officers stood by. Again, sir, we're indebted to you. We've not only captured those Renegades, we've recovered the rifles we stole. I'm glad we could be of service, Colonel Hodge. You wouldn't talk to me. Colonel, we'd like to leave at once. There's a lad in border city who's waiting to hear that these savages are captured. You tell that boy they'll pee and fool. Good. Come on, Donald, are you ready? Come on! Gosh, Colonel. Yes, Lieutenant. Now I see what the sergeant meant. What do you mean? He told me I'd be loco to try to capture the lone ranger. Here a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Pendle Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Bracebeamer, your announcer, Fred Boy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.