 The speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hockey-heiled silver! The lone ranger! With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful, masked 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. We turn with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoops beats of the great horse Silver! The lone ranger rides again! Let's go, big fellow! Hey, old Silver! Sam is a boy of ten. He busts right in the robbers' den and gets his man because he knows... Cheerios, all right! The nourishing old cereal that's shaped like little letteros. The ready-to-eat cereal with a wonderful toasted old flavor. What's more, every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle-building food. That's right, each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals, and proteins your body needs. 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I was told the report to you. I've been expecting you. Your letter and one from your newspaper arrived yesterday. I understand this is your first big assignment. Yes, sir. And I've got to make good. I hope you do. If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know. My aide will escort you to your tent. Thank you, sir. Do you think Sitting Bull will keep his word and bring the remnants of his army across the border? Oh, he's no way of knowing. Well, my paper instructed me to send the story by telegraph. We want to score a beat by publishing the news ahead of all the other newspapers. The nearest Western Union office is in Union Town. It's a long way. I can lie there in one day on a good horse, and I have a good horse. You'll have competition, Raleigh. Another newspaper man arrived yesterday. Oh, who is he? The noted war correspondent, J. Cullen. Cullen's of the dispatch? Yes. That horse killer. Why do you say that? He killed a horse of a competing newspaper man, so he'd be first in reporting the story of Lee's surrender at Appomattox. He'll do anything to score a scoop. Unfortunately, Raleigh, you and he will be quartered in the same tent. I think he's in River Bend now. He said something about going there to rent a strong horse. He's planning to ride to Union Town to telegraph his story. I'll have to get there ahead of him to score a beat. Probably. There'll be a race to the Western Union station. A race to the wild. Tom Raleigh was thoughtful as he was escorted to his quarters in the camp. Meanwhile, in the nearby town of River Bend, J. Cullen's of the horse killer, sat in the cafe with two hard-faced men known as Shaq Morris and Breezy Smith. Cullen's were saying, The Indians crossed the border. After that, I want to beat the other reporter to the telegraph office in Union Town. I want you two to catch it, Tom Raleigh. Yeah, right. Pretend you must take him for an outlaw with a price on his head. Hold him prisoner while you presumably communicate with the Marshal here in River Bend. Hold him for how long? Till the day after Sitting Bull surrenders. Then let him escape. By that time, I'll telegraph my story to Union Town. Shoot him? I don't want gunplay. But I have no objection if you'll give him a beating. Where will we find him alone? On the plateau northwest from the camp. I'll see that he's there tomorrow morning. Late that afternoon, Malone Ranger and Tahoe brought their horses to a halt near a dense forest on the plateau near the boundary line. The mayor, they could see the tents and horses in the cavalry camp in a valley to the southeast, and they could see the Canadian mozzins north of the border. We see long ways from here. Yes. If Indians come, we see them long before them return. And they could see the Canadian mozzins north of the border. We see long ways from here. Yes. If Indians come, we see them long before them reach border. Follow the road north until you meet the Indians. Find out if they're coming to surrender or if they intend to break their word to General Miles and fight. How can just inside that forest and watch the Canadian mountain top for a smoke signal? We'll let you know. One column of smoke will mean it all as well. But if I see two columns, I'll warn your fellow brothers to be ready to fight. Me stuck right now. I'll be watching for your signal, Tahoe. Adios. Adios. Get them off the couch. That night, Malone Ranger camped alone while Tahoe rode to meet the Indians. And in the pleasant tent of the cavalry camp, J. Collins pretended that heavy drinking had made him friendly and confidential. He seemed to be talking unwittingly and divulging a secret when he told Todd Raleigh where he intended to go on the plateau for advance information about the Indians. The next morning, J. Spain sleep but chuckled when he saw the younger reporter leaving camp. He swallowed the bait. He's heading northwest for the high ground and he's due for a surprise. Easy, easy boy. After riding several miles, Todd reached the rocky plateau that Collins had described. He was a long way from the cavalry's observation post, but near the woods where the lone ranger was camped. When two men suddenly appeared from behind a boulder and fired into the air. Ladies! Oh, hold up. This mark will keep your hands high and will blow your head off. Just a hold up. You know more about hold-ups than we do. You aren't a gunslinger. I'm no gunslinger. Tell that to the Marshal. You're a crook named Gunner Martin. You're wrong. I have credentials to prove. He'll probably stole them. Yeah, he's not packing a gun. We tired him? No. I've got a score to settle with him first. He slugged a friend of mine. And I'm gonna pay him back double. The younger reporter was staggered by the blow to the chin. Such unfair treatment was something new. He was enraged and forced back furiously. Here's to you, will you? Oh, you want a fight? Here's another. Help yourself, Jack. We'll fix him. Jack and Greedy gave part of merciless speaking. Only unaware of the lone ranger who raced from the woods on the Great Horde too. He's done. We knocked him out. Kick him in the ribs for good measure. As Greedy drew back his foot to kick the unconscious man, the lone ranger fired. He spun and fell to the ground as the bullet struck the calf of his upraised leg. Jack saw the newcomer and reached for his gun. As it cleared the holster, the masked man fired again. The bullet smashed Jack's weapon as the lone ranger dismounted. Greedy, sprawling on the ground, drew his gun. Are you mad? I'll get you. It was the masked man's gun that spoke. For the third time, a silver bullet found the mark. Greedy howled with the pain that stabbed his arm when his pistol was blasted from his hand. The lone ranger holstered his ghost. Now you're both disarmed. This is none of your business. I'm making it my business. I saw you beating that man. Are you mad? I don't like the way you fight. You need lessons. No, no, wait. Listen to whoever you are. I'll fight with you. Get up. Stop. I won't let you go. Greedy, help me. Greedy had no desire to fight the masked man and share the punishment that Jack was receiving. He hesitated but an instant. Then hobbled to his horse and painfully muttered as the lone ranger delivered a final blow. Now this will end the lesson. Come on. Get up. The masked man glanced at Jack who lay on the ground unconscious to Greedy riding away. Then turned his attention to Todd Rawley. It was early afternoon of the same day. Jay Collins sat in the headquarters tent with Colonel Brothers. He was saying, I have no idea what Todd Rawley is. I haven't seen him since last night. I overslept as born as Sam. Colonel Brothers, as Todd Rawley was just born in the camp. He's badly hurt. What happened to him? I don't know, sir. The masked man took him to the doctor. Masked man? Oh, here he is. Hey, that mask. What does this mean? Please read this letter, Colonel Brothers. It's from General Miles for whom I served as scout. It explains my mask. May I see the letters? No. Aren't you Jay Collins? Yes. Who are you? The Colonel is reading the letter that identifies me. Yes, indeed it does. I'm glad to know you. Who is it, Colonel? I'm not at liberty to say. What about Rawley? Tell me what happened. I was camped in the woods on the plateau when I heard gunshots and rode into the open to investigate. I saw two men some distance away giving the third man a merciless beating. I heard there an interference. The little ranger told of the uncover and finished by saying, Rawley regained consciousness for only a short time. He suspects the two men were hired to beat him. Hired by a rival reporter who wants a scoop. Why are you looking at me? Rawley mentioned your name, Collins. If you or Todd Rawley make any charges against me, you'd better be able to prove them. No charges have been made yet. Colonel. Yes? I'd like to speak to you about Todd Rawley. He should be taken by ambulance to the Army Base Hospital at Union Town. Very well, Doctor. Do all that's necessary. But he refuses to let us move him to the hospital at Union Town. He wants to be here when Sitting Bull arrives. I'll talk to him. Why don't you offer to write his story and put it on the wire from Union Town? That, Collins, is just what I intend to do. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Now, free stamp offer from Cheerio. For ready-to-eat or Cheerio. Free for one special Cheerio's box top, our 64-page guide packed with information on stamp collecting plus 10 genuine foreign stamps to start your collection. Begin the world's most thrilling hobby, collecting stamps from strange, exciting, faraway lands all over the globe. 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I'm not mixing with that masked man again. I've had one beaten familyman, Poichak. He gave you a beating. Go to the marshal and file charges against him for assault and battery and shooting with intent to kill. Greezy's the witness. That evening at dusk, the lone ranger watching from the plateau near his woodland camp saw Todd Raleigh's smoke signal rising from a Canadian mountain top and knew that the Indians intended to keep their word and were on their way to the border to surrender. The following morning, he rolled to the cavalry camp and reported to Colonel Brothers in the headquarters tent. He told about Todd's signal. The Indians are unarmed. They should arrive this morning. Good. Hello, brothers. Yes? An advanced party, including Sitting Bull and several of these leaders, has entered camp. The outpost reports that the main party then, then, has been cited approaching the border. I'll await the advanced party in front of this tent. Yes, sir. Can it join me outside? Yes, sir. The lone ranger on the Colonel standing in front of the headquarters tent watched the approaching Indian leaders. Old Sitting Bull looked thin and disparate. He rolled between Todd O. and J. Collins. Collins was waiting for them at the border. He'll probably have enough data for his story before you have the chance to speak to Sitting Bull. Todd O. has been traveling with Sitting Bull. He'll have all the facts. It'll mean a lot to Todd Raleigh if you can beat Collins to the telegraph. I must be eating. Todd O. will distort the truth. He'll describe Sitting Bull and all other Indians as bloodthirsty savages who want only to raid, plunder, and kill as enemies to be shot on sight. This is a chance to tell the truth about Indians. Tell how they've been mistreated and misled. Indians are brave and proud, and they'll fight to the death for the things in which they believe. They're many good citizens. The kindest citizens our nation needs. But they must be met not as enemies, but as friends. People must work with them instead of fighting them. You're right, sir. Now I understand why you must beat Collins to the wire. Yes. And I know the kindest story Todd Raleigh wants. As Todd O. and Sitting Bull's party halted their horses a short distance away from the headquarters tent, Jay Collins glanced at the Lone Ranger, then spurred his horse and rode away. He's leaving. He's probably on his way to Union Town and the telegraph. It was about half an hour later when the Lone Ranger and Todd O. left the camp. Move to the left! They clappled only a short distance when they saw the Marshal from River Bend approaching. He held up a hand to signal a halt. We'll see what the Marshal wants. Close up the hold. Don't come to life. Hope to get him around. Very well, Marshal. He's a big fella. He's count easy. You're curious about my math, right? That math helps you fit the description of a man I'm looking for. You knocked out Shag Morse yesterday on the plateau. Yes, but I... And you're the man I want. You're under arrest. Charges assault and battery and shooting with intent to kill. But, Marshal... I like your hand. You two engines. You intend to take us to jail? I'm taking you. And I'll take the engine if he interferes. Shag's worn out a warrant for you. Marshal, I can't take the time to go to jail. I'll identify myself. I have a letter from General Miles and Colonel Brothers Mosin. It doesn't matter who you are. Listen to me. I must reach the telegraph and Union Town ahead of the scheming reporter. He's already far ahead of it. Currently, the Lone Ranger told his side of the story. The Marshal listened patiently and looked concerned. Well, I've let you talk, but nothing you can say will change the fact that my job is to act on this warrant and take it to jail. Now drop the gun belt and take off that mask. Sorry, Marty. Hey, what's up? The mask man moves fast. He flaps aside the flattening weapon, then close in, get the lawman's wrist and quicker to bring the gun and arm behind the Marshal's back. My arm! Stay back. How are all handling? You'll regret this. Drop the gun. Reject your rest. Another charge against you. No, my arm! With this grip I can break your arm. Got the gun. Oh, please, I dropped it. I'll take it your way. Toto, pick it up. Let me get it. Now, Marshal, I'll show you the letter from General Miles. I'll tell you who I am and why I'm here. Well, Marshal read the letter slowly and as he read, he muttered, What? Late day. He finished the letter and returned it with a grin. There's no disgrace to be disarmed by you. Fact is, I'm proud to know you. I'll answer Shag's charges, Marshal. But first, I'm going to Union Town. Do you think you'll overtake Collins? I don't know. We've lost valuable time. I'll show you a shortcut through the hill. Good. Come on, follow me. Marshal pointed out the route through the mountains and Silver set the pace. It was a fast ride and a dangerous one. Overground, it was badly broken and started with rocks. But it reduced by several miles the trip to Union Town. In the Western Union office, the telegraph clicked messages that were of no concern to the operator, who was passing the dull hours by reading a thick book of Grant's Memoirs of the Civil War. Hi, Spice. Howdy, Marshal. How are you? A man's man. How about you and his Indian friends? Have any reporters been here today? No, sir. Good, good. We beat J. Collins. Here's a press card. I want to send a story, the newspaper mentioned on that card. Where is it? Then they collect the press rates. Are you Card Ronnie? No, he gave me his cards, so I might ask for him. It's all right, Spice. He's going to send a story about sitting bull surrendering. Great game. I'll clean the wire. How do you watch for J. Collins? I don't want to be interrupted. Uh-uh. Me doing it. I'll guarantee that there'll be no interruption. All set. Transmit as I dictate. Right. Sitting bull in over a thousand dispirited, hungry and heartbroken Americans. Today costs the border and is surrendered after years of exile in Canada. Please. The Western Union magic flashed the words of the lone ranger across the miles to New York where the machinery of a great newspaper put them into sight for all the nations to read. That's it, Sparch. What a story. You must have it. Yes. Collins right in this way. Let me look through that window. Yeah, here it comes. That's it. Being as we left our horses behind the building, he don't know he's been beaten to the wire. Too summer with him. Yeah, shagging greasy. Too bad we can't stop Collins from sending his lion-biggered story. Maybe we can tie up the wire. Sparch, tell the paper there's more to come. Right. You were reading this book, Grant's Memoirs. Send it word for word. What? Oh, we're 1,500 pages. Start with page one and keep going until I tell you to stop for New York refuses to accept any more. Collins will descend to this mounting before we get out of sight. Next room. The trade-off. Good. You know what you're doing. Yes, Marshall. Let's leave this door open so we can hear what Collins says. Tell him, Sparch, to send Grant's memoirs. After the Battle of Bull a reporter tied up the telegraph wire by having the operator start transmitting the Bible. The New York Herald paid over $3,000 for the tools but considered the money well spent for an exclusive story of a great event. In the topic, Collins, others, come in. Hey, Sparch, I'm Jay Collins of the Spatch. I have the story of sitting bulls to under. Sorry, Mr. Collins, but I'm tied up for the next month or so. I'm sending Grant's memoirs. Are you trying to explain? I'm telling the truth. Well, my story is going through. Hey, put down that gun. I can handle it, Chief. You take my story or I'll shoot and send it myself. This is the same as a whore now. Hold it what you like. Well, back in Collins, Sparch. You better send his story. Shut your guns. Hey, that's man. I'll get rid of him for keeping it. You're too slow, Collins. That's how he shot away my gun. One another lesson changed. No, no. Don't hit me, Jay. My, my hands are up. Thanks, Marshall. And I'm arresting the three of you. You committed a hold up Justice Sparks said aimed on railroad property at the serious as a plane robbery. It means 10 years in jail. 10 years. That evening in the army hospital, the Marshalls hold Todd Raleigh, who was much improved and resting comfortably, about the day's events. Now Jay Collins, Shag, and Greasy are all in jail. What about the charges against the mask man? Oh, they've been dropped. Oh, by the way, the mask man asked me to return your press card. Here it is. Thanks. Marshall, didn't Jay Collins send in any story? Not a word, Todd. Your paper got more than a scoop. We got an exclusive. Yes, sir. And I reckon you'll receive a bonus for that. No, I didn't earn it. The mask man should get it. It was his story. Oh, he wouldn't take money for saying a good word for the Indians. He's the Lone Ranger. We'll return in just a moment for a word about our next exciting Lone Ranger adventure, The Short Route. Know what I've got here? Sounds like money, and it is. Matter of fact, I've got a handful of genuine foreign coins. Real money you could spend right now in faraway lands. And here's the best part. All you Wheaties fans can have this wonderful collection of foreign coins for your very own. Just listen. Wheaties is offering two different sets of foreign coins, 15 coins in each set. The international set has coins from countries like Finland and Pakistan. The mystery set has coins from places like Monaco and Southern Rhodesia. Each set comes in a special coin folder with a map that shows you where the coins are used and information about that country. 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