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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 mask rider of the plains let 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, still there! Let's go, big fella! Are you still there? Following the trail of an off-law gang grew rain and dismounted near the top of the hill in Kansas. Ho, ho, ho! The tracks of the off-laws' horses were clearly defined. Tonto, judging from these hoof marks, how many men do you think are with Harvey Clayton now? He's, say, 20, maybe 22. Yes, that's what I estimate. I mean, not quite that many. Oh, but if we trail him to a hideout, we could... That gunfire on the other side of the hill, about your horse, he's gonna become easy, fella. Come on, still there! The lone ranger and Tonto hurried to the top of the hill where they halted at a stand of brushwood. Ho, ho, ho! Through the brush they saw Harvey Clayton and his gang near the foot of the slope, firing from behind a row of boulders, big enough to protect both the men and their horses. The off-laws were firing at a small detachment of United States cavalry that had been patrolling the valley. Troopers' health numbers, them need help! Get our horses out of sight, backtrack a few yards. Back for it, backtrack two! The masked man quickly saw that the troopers caught with no protection on the floor of the open valley, had spread out, dismounted, and hugged the ground to fight as best they could. These are horses here. They fire down from the ridge of the crooks. They fire past and try to make them think more than two men are behind their backs. Keep down so you'll not be seen. Oh, have it! The off-laws were fully exposed to the sudden unexpected burst of gunfire from the top of the hill behind their backs. The lone ranger and tattle fired accurately, despite the distance. Several quits were wounded. Others saw bullets that barely missed, knocked chips from the boulders. Clayton shout rows above the bark of guns. The guns of the lone ranger and tattle were soon empty, but the devastating fire accomplished its purpose. The off-laws spurred their horses along the base of the hill toward a bend, while the troopers maintained carbine fire until the last of the crooks was out of sight. While reloading their guns after the skirmish, the lone ranger and tattle saw a man in a captain's uniform ride up the hill, and they stepped through the underbrush to meet him. Oh, they're low! Oh, steady! Master! Can't say that I'm proud of the fact that I'm indebted to an outlaw gang. Captain, I'm not an outlaw, and I have no gang. I thought I was the only man with me. You mean to say that you, too, did all that firing? Yes, Captain. We each had two guns. I'm Captain Kincaid. I'm Fort Riley. Yes. Glad to know you, Captain. I came to thank you for your aid. You're welcome. Are you going to come back here with more men in ammunition to go after the outlaws? Sir, my plans are no concern of yours. The Clayton gangs have great concern to me. I thought I would trail those crooks for a long time. We hope to locate the hideout and request aid from Fort Riley in capturing them. Indeed. I daresay it would be helpful to you if the cavalry eliminated a rival outlaw. I told you I'm not an outlaw. Who are you? People call me the Lone Ranger. That means nothing to me. It will mean something to the commandant at Fort Riley. Colonel Selby? Yes, and so will the name Harvey Clayton. The Colonel is familiar with the activities of the Clayton gang. Colonel Selby will read my report as a matter of standard procedure. Other soldiers are coming this way. Up here. Lieutenant Clark, I told him to report to me as soon as possible. Captain Kincaid, would you please give Colonel Selby a message? What is the message? Please tell them that Tuttle Owl continue our proceed of the Clayton gang. And we'll leave a trail that can be easily followed. I'll deliver your message if I have the opportunity. What Captain Kincaid? Excuse me. Great Scott, a mess. Lieutenant, report on casualties. Yes, sir. Wounded men have been treated and all five are able to ride as far as the fort. Has Private Brandon been found? No, sir. Did no one see him? Two other men saw him, sir. As soon as the shooting started, instead of dismounting to return the fire, he rode away. Cowardly, sir. It's hard to believe Jim Brandon's a coward, sir. Of course he's a coward. Well, it was his first time under fire. That's no excuse. When he's found, he'll be court-martialed. Return to your detachment, Lieutenant, and form the column. We're going back to the fort. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Captain, is the deserter related to Major Brandon who was killed by Indians a few years ago? The deserter is Major Brandon's son. Oh? Why did you ask? I knew Major Brandon. So did I. And it's a good thing he didn't live to see the day when his son would disgrace his good name. Stay here. Good-bye. Good-bye, Captain Kincaid. Get up there. Oh, get up. Tuddle. I'll get our horses. Ah. Captain, he's plenty un-friendly. He still thinks I'm an outlaw, Tuddle. And he hates outlaws. And him hate Coward. I've heard of Captain Kincaid. He's been in Fort Riley only a short time. Daddy Silver, we're moving as soon as I tighten the cinch. I'd like to talk to Brandon. We follow tracks. Look for him. Back to, believe a more important job. Oh, follow a Clayton gang. Yes, we'll stick to their trail. But from now on, we'll have to be more careful than ever to avoid an ambush. You ready, Heezy? No, don't be afraid. Follow me. Get my cell phone. Get them up. Go. From the scene of the skirmish, it was easy for the masked man and Tahoe to follow the trail of the outlaws, who in fleeing for their lives had made no effort to conceal their tracks. But darkness closed in to end the pursuit temporarily. The lone ranger and his Indian companion were in the saddle at daybreak. After about an hour, they saw that the tracks were increasingly hard to discern. Very in total. Who's on the count? No fellow. Fellow. They better blaze the trail from here on. I've got a section of bark off the trunk of this tree and point the outlaws' directions. From that point, the trail of the outlaws led into desolate rugged hills, and through canyons floored with solid rock, where only the faintest of scratches gave evidence that horses had recently walked there. The masked man and Tahoe were able to continue the pursuit only because of their ability to find marks that would be imperceptible to anyone with skill less highly developed. At short intervals and at each sign of the outlaws, the lone ranger used his knife to make big, clear scratches on the rocky ground. With marks like this to guide them, the troopers should be able to follow us with no loss of time. You may be sure of them. Come. I'm counting on them, Tahoe. Now let's find the next sign. Easy. Say the big fellow. Come on. Come on. Come on. The canyon gradually narrowed until the high walls were less than 50 feet apart. At noon, when the two men neared a right-angled turn, the masked man raised a hand and said, I'll see what's beyond the bend. We don't want to run into an ambush. Me look. No, you stay here with the horses. I'll be right back. The lone ranger moved forward cautiously and disappeared around the bend. In a few minutes, he rejoined Tahoe and spoke in a voice of restrained excitement. Tahoe, the end of the trail. The outlaws came as happy? No, but I saw a couple of their horses in a place that looks like a permanent hideout. This canyon has a dead end about 100 yards beyond the bend. You mean it blind canyon? Yes. Outlaws not wise have hideout in place with only one way in and out. Maybe they are wise, Tahoe. The walls are high and steep. They're well fortified. They have a barricade of rocks across the canyon at its open end, leaving only a narrow gap. The crooks are camped in the enclosure provided by the barricade and the walls of the canyon. Outlaws see you? I'm sure they didn't. I crossed behind a big boulder a short distance beyond the bend. Ah, me savvy. Leave the horses here and come with me. We'll take positions behind the boulder and watch the outlaws camp until the cavalry arrives. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. All over the country in every direction. How you, how you doin' is the question. And here's what the happy people have to say. Eatin' our Wheaties and doo doo doo doo and okay, okay. You bet we're eatin' our Wheaties out west, including the champs. Take Eddie Matthews, born in Texarkana, Texas, and a great slugger for the Milwaukee Braves. He got a Texas start and a Wheaties start. Been eatin' him for years. And there's Gene Littler from California, one of the best pro golfers in the game. Listen. How he socks him off the tee. You bet Gene's a Wheaties champ. Been eatin' him since he was seven. A he-man breakfast for champs and gonna be champs. Why, there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Keep on eatin' your Wheaties and doo doo doo doo and okay, okay. Now, to continue. About an hour later, Jim Brandon, the deserter, rode slowly along the canyon floor, following the trail the lone ranger had defined by scratches on rocks. Shading his eyes from the overhead sun, the young private saw scout and silver at ground hitch. Oh, oh, oh, easy. He dismounted and spoke to his horse. I'll leave you here, fella. The crooks are probably near those horses and they'll hear me if I ride me closer. Leaving the army horse, Jim Brandon drew his gun and advanced silently. He passed the white horse in the paint, then standing close to the canyon wall, and peering around the bend, he saw the masked man and Indian seated on the ground close to the boulder. He stepped into full view, levels his gun and called... Hands up, both of you. Put him up, I'll shoot. Get down, you're in plain view of killers. I'm covering the only killers I see. Hey, what? You fool you. The first shot in the outlaw's hideout distracted Jim's attention. For the split second, the lone ranger needed to leap from the shelter of the rock and grip the soldier's gun. Go up, you idiot. I'll handle him, Tutto. You return that gunfire. Keep those crooks behind the rocks. He's heavy. The lone ranger fought to bring Jim behind the protecting boulder, while Jim, bewildered by the sudden developments, struggled to free his gunhand. Both were exposed to the gunfire of the outlaws, who were too distant for accuracy. But even at the distance, a bullet pierced the masked man's half and another grazed his shoulder. Finally, Jim's arm was twisted behind his back. He dropped the gun and cried. Get behind that rock before you're killed. All right, all right. Down, get down, sit on the ground. When Jim and the lone ranger were beside Tutto, screened by the boulder, and out of the outlaw's view, the shooting stopped. All right, thanks to you, those outlaws know we're here. I thought you were the Indian War members of the gang. No, Brandon, we're not outlaws. How do you know my name? I knew your father, and you look just like him. You knew my dad? Who are you? He called me the lone ranger. The lone ranger? He told me about you. You gave him a silver bullet. I'm wearing it right now in my watch club. I'm sorry I made a mistake and pulled a gun on you. You made a bigger mistake, Jim, when you deserted your comrades in battle. How do you know about that? Captain Kincaid told me after Tutto and I helped her out the Clayton gang. I'm ashamed of that. But I couldn't help myself. When the shooting started, I could feel my heart pounding and my hands were shaking. But I knew I was afraid. I'm a coward, that's why. I was scared when the gunfire started. Jim, fear is a normal emotion. The bravest of men know fear. My dad was called a fearless fighter. Your father knew fear many times, but went ahead in spite of it. I wish I had. And now it's too late. I can never go back to the army. That's why I set out to find the outlaws. Did you trail them? Yes. I went back to the scene of the fight and started from there. I wanted to find the crooks and shoot it out. I expected to be killed, but at least I'd redeem myself. Then I saw you two. I thought I might be able to capture you and take you to the fort. Did you have any trouble following the trail? No, it's clearly marked. Probably so other crooks can find the hideout. Todd and I made the clear marks, Jim. I told Captain Kincaid we'd make it easy for the soldiers to follow us to the hideout. We're not sure. Kincaid come with soldiers. Why? Why wouldn't he come? Him not here, a lone ranger. Him think mask man, outlaw. He'll learn otherwise if he speaks to Colonel Talbiz, I suggest that the Colonel knows me. What if Kincaid doesn't speak to the Colonel? We'll have little chance of living until morning. Why? Jim, if you look around the edge of this boulder, tunnel's been doing. You'll see there's only a narrow opening through which the crooks can leave their barricades. I noticed that. We can keep them pinned as long as we're able to see them. Then know of it. That's why they'll not come out. After dark they'll come out and close in on us. There'll be a fight, but it can't last long. Then Colonel Selby must be notified. Let's hope Kincaid speaks to him. Oh, but he walled Kincaid's the most stubborn, opinionated man in the fort. Well, if we have to fight without help, we'll do our best. But you don't have to stay here. You can easily get away. Clayton, these outlaws know their hideout has been found, Jim. They'll move out the first opportunity. They'll probably commit many crimes before they're again trapped as they are now. I don't know, I'll stick to our post and hope that help arrives in time. Then I'll go to the fort. I'll let Colonel Selby know you're here. When you'll be seen, you'll be arrested. Then you'll face court martial. It doesn't matter what happens to me. But if the lone rangers kill her, that can't happen. I'm going. Of course, see you. He knows that you're around the bends. You turn the fire, Tutto. Outlaws, stop shooting now. And hold your fire. Jim's out of sight around the bend. He's safe. The outlaws can't get him now. Him got plenty of nerve to go to the fort. Given the chance, Tutto, you'll become a good soldier. Throughout the long afternoon, the lone ranger and Tutto took turns peering past the side of the boulder to make sure the outlaws remained in the hideout. At sunset, one of the gang attempted to sneak on hands and knees through the opening in the barricade. The masked man fired. The bullet kicked up dust close to the outlaw. That drove him back. Kim Pool tried to sneak close to us now. I think he showed himself just to draw our fire. The cook's probably wanted to know if we're still here. After sunset, darkness gathered quickly in the canyon. Hope the troopers would arrive diminished with each passing moment. The lone ranger and Tutto waited grimly, determined to stay and fight as long as they were able. The high straight walls at the dead end of the canyon were bathed faintly in the glow of the outlaws' campfire. But the fire itself could not be seen because of the barricade. Suddenly, on the cliff high above the hideout, a ball of fire appeared against the night sky. What's that in the sky? Not in the sky. It's on the cliff. It's dropping down. There's another fireball. Meet these soldiers on cliff. They're dropping bundles of burning brush into the camp. That's right. The soldiers dropped the fire so they can see the outlaws. Those cooks aren't as smart as they thought. They didn't expect an attack from above. And shoot down now. Clayton and his men wasted no time returning the gunfire from above. They leaped to their horses and broke from behind the barricade. They're coming, Tutto. Open fire. The Lone Ranger and Tutto fired fast, doing their best to prevent the escape of the outlaws. Then, hoopers appeared behind the last man and Indian. It's King Cade. Get up there. Hard-widing men dashed around the canyon's bend and passed the boulder where the Lone Ranger and Tutto crouch. Then, on to meet the Clayton Gang, head on. It was a short fight with the outcome never in doubt. Captain King Cade's men quickly overwhelmed the Clayton Gang. Some of the outlaws were killed, many were wounded, and those who remained in the saddle threw down their arms and raised their hands. While the prisoners were being tied, Captain King Cade approached the Lone Ranger and Tutto, who stood beside their horses. Well, sir, we meet again. Yes, Captain. Once more, I'm indebted to you. Well, that's hardly the case, Captain. Tutto and I indebted to you. You and your men saved our lives. I stand by my statement. I owe you an explanation and an apology. But I... When Private Brandon returned to the fort voluntarily and told about you, I decided it might be wise to speak to Colonel Selby as you requested. I did so. Oh, I'm glad. We then questioned Brandon about the terrain, learned of the cliffs and the dead end of the canyon, and planned a strategy. The use of fireballs to drive the enemy from cover. It was very well planned, sir. Thank you. It was my own idea. Now, as for the apology, forgive me for thinking you an outlaw. Well, that's all right, Captain. Oh, I'd like to ask one question. Yes? What's to be done about Private Brandon? Well, desertion is a serious offense. However, a soldier who returns voluntarily may be considered merely absent without leave. That opens the way to punishment, punishing the offender with nothing more than a fine reprimand. Good. And Brandon will have another chance to become a soldier like his father. You may be sure of it. Now, will you shake hands? Yes, indeed. Thank you. I trust we'll meet again. Until then, sir, good luck. Thanks, and adios, Captain. Adios. Easy, sir. Let's go, Tutto. Come on. Let's go. Captain, columnist form. Ready for the return with the prisoners. Lieutenant, I have just shaken hands with the Lone Ranger. I'll kill you! 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