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Every Benny Crocker cake mix comes out perfect. And mmm, what flavors! There's yellow cake, chocolate devil's food, honey spice or gingerbread, angel food, marble cake, and Benny Crocker's two newest chocolate malt and peanut delight. And of course, there's Benny Crocker's popular brownie mix too. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mask writer 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! Let's go become! I'm Silver! Old Ed Andrews lived with his nephew Frank Adams and his wife Laura at the Circle A Ranch. When he had first gone to live there, Uncle Ed, as he was called, was of some use as a handyman. But as he grew older his usefulness came to an end. And he spent his time in idle whittling while he told stories of his fancied exploits to Frank and Laura's little girl Betsy. Yep, reckon you should have known your Uncle Ed when I was in prime, Betsy. You're not afraid of anything, are you? Well, not often. Did I ever tell you about when I fought in the Battle of Vicksburg? No, tell me. Well, we were in a shallow trench facing the enemy and fighting like all get out. Then I saw our captain run forward. He fell right near the enemy line, wounded. I hopped out of that trench in a jiffy, ran forward with bullets flying all around me, picked him up and carried him back to safety. You're awfully brave, Uncle Ed. Oh, uh-oh. Here's your moron paw. Uncle Ed, how many times do I have to tell you about whittling in the house? Don't get that mess on the floor. What's the matter with you? Do we always have to be yapping at you about things? By Jim and me, I never thought, Frank. You see, I got talking to Betsy. Uncle Ed was telling me about the time he came to captain during the war. Tommy Ross. Betsy, go outside and play. We want to talk to Uncle Ed alone. Yes, Mama. Frank, I won't have you telling those fantastic tales to Betsy. Well, now there's no harm in telling her about things I did, Laura. Well, Frank and I talked it over on the way home from town. Your room is always a mess, and you're dirty the pores of that whittling in spite of all that we see. Uncle Ed, we are fixing up the shed out back for you to live in. But that shed used to be a chicken house. It'll do for shelter after Laura puts a cotty in there and cleans it up. You can get your grub in the kitchen at mealtime. But Frank... No, but it's about it. It's all set. You'll move out there tomorrow. That same day, in a hideout cabin in the hills, an escaped convict, Alex Martin, two companions, looked up as the door opened. Here's lefty. I found out something in town, Alex. Thought you ombrades might be interested. Yeah, what is it? A rancher named Adams wasn't a bank with his wife. They drove home to the Circle A spread carry-in payroll cash. Hey, we could use that cash right now. Yeah, we sure could, Alex. I've heard of the Circle A. Big spread. A lot of hands. I found out tomorrow's payday out there. That cash ought to be you around the ranch house tonight. Good. We'll wait till it's dark. Then we'll go there and try to grab it. That night, Frank and Laura were alone in the living room of the ranch house when... I wonder who that is. One of the hands, most likely. I reach, Mr.... What? Come on, men. Take your way outside. Right. What's the meaning of this? Get over there by the woman. Don't let them order you around like that. You men get right out of here. Shut up, you. Time up, my son. All right. We'll take long. In a few moments, Frank and Laura were tied to chairs. Then Alex Mott asked... Where's the cash? The payroll cash. I don't know what you're talking about. Tell me. You stop that or I'll... Take that female, somebody. With pleasure. Get away from him. There. Now she'll keep quiet. Now, mister, we mean business. Either you tell us where that cash is or you can... Frank, Laura... Cover that old coot. Come in here, you. Great day, Robert. Tie him up too. Right. Either you yell out, you'll get plugged. Now tell us where that cash is, Mr.... Better tell them, Frank. They look plenty mean. Well, at least we know for sure there's cash here. Now speak up, you. It's in a cigar box. Bottom drawer of the chest over there. Get it, Leslie. Right. Got it. Good. I'll gank these two and then we'll get out of here. Help me, Mark, sure. Hey! The rod is coming into the trail. Must be some of the cowboys. We're ready. The horses are on track. Let's go. Five minutes later, the foreman and some of the ranchhands finally entered. Boss, we looked through the wind and saw you all tied up. Have me loosen the jiffy. It took but a few moments to loosen the gags and rope. Laura enraged. Immediately turned on old Uncle Ed. You're talking to both of us. Frank had him believing there wasn't any cash here when you opened your big mouth. Gosh, Laura, I didn't know. I think it was better to give him the cash than to have him use that gun. You figured... You figured... Laura, Tex, you get the rest of the men ready to ride, have someone go for the sheriff. Four crooks took the payroll cash, close to 2,000. We'll get after them right away. Tell the sheriff to follow with a posse. All right, boss. Let's go, man. Come on. At dawn the following morning, the Lone Ranger and Tonto prepared to leave their camp in the hills where they had spent the night. Alex, watch the trail. Let us to this territory, Tonto. The ranch house robbery you heard about in town last night might have been the work of Martin's pals. Uh-huh. Me think that. We searched the hills for the hideout. I saw the posse heading back toward town, just as dawn broke. I hope we have better luck than they had. All right, let's go. That morning at the Circle A ranch house, Frank, who had returned from the fruitless hunt with his men, went to awaken Uncle Ed. A moment later, he returned to the living room. Laura, look here. What is it? A note, Pintuncle Ed's pillow. What is it? What does it say? Now, listen. Dear folks, you say I'm old and useless, so reckon it's better for all of us if I just ease off and live by myself. Don't like the idea of sleeping in an old chicken house anyhow. It'll stick. Yeah. Listen. When I came here, I told you I was used to riding. I could have rode the range and give some of those young cowpokes plenty of advice, but you put me to doing chores. And I reckon bringing in wood and taking out swill ain't what I aim to end up with. I'm taking the old saw that Frank gave me to keep. Tell Betsy, I sure will miss her, and I say God bless her. Dear Uncle Ed. That's just what I expect from him. After all we've done for him, taking him in, feeding him and all, imagine him riding the range. Mama, I'm hurt. Isn't Uncle Ed going to be with us anymore? No, thank goodness. But I don't want him to go away. Here, enough of that. No sniveling over that, no good old man. He's not Ed. Betsy, honey. Let her go, she'll get over it. Your uncle is gone, and that's that. And I'm relieved and glad that we don't have to put up with him anymore. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Sailor Sam is the smartest boy. Whoever shouted ship a high, he can weather any storm that blows. He's got gold power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got gold power. There he goes. He's feeling his Cheerios. Cheerios. Cheerios. Good old Cheerios. They got gold. So nourishing because they're made from oats with minerals, vitamins and proteins that your body needs. Yes, indeed. A bowl of Cheerios and milk really starts your day off right. Does all sorts of good things for your body. Helps you have strong bones and muscles, good red blood and healthy nerves. So every morning, take on a bowl of Cheerios and milk for real go power. You like that wonderful toasted oat flavor too. Downright delicious. Come to think of it, Cheerios is one of the tastiest muscle building foods you can eat. Try Cheerios and you'll hear... He's feeling his Cheerios. Cheerios. Now to continue. Uncle Ed on a sway-backed sorrel horse left the circle a wrench with an old carpet bag strapped behind his saddle and rolled into the hills. In spite of his determination to make his own way, he felt old and useless after the constant nagging he had received from Frank and Laura. The morning turned out to be hot and the trail dusty. He had turned on to an unused trail and finally saw a spiral of smoke coming from a hollow. Must be a cabin down here on this. I reckon I can get him to give me some water. Here you go, buddy. Get going, boy. In their hideout cabin, Alex and his pals heard hooves approaching. They quickly grabbed their guns. Somebody found the trail here. Hey, look through the window. The old man we tied up last night. He's right in here openly. We'll wait and see what he does. Oh, Ronnie. Hey, look at him. He's coming to the door. I'll let him in. Well? Say, mister, could you... jump into the horse effect? You were one of the crooks that came to the ranch last night. Right, old timer. Come on in. No, no, thanks. Reckon I'll just mosey all about my business. Come inside and be quick about it. Sure. Who's with you? Nobody. It's sort of running away, you might say. Tie him up. We'll decide what to do with him later. All right, Alex. And lefty. Yeah. You'd go out and watch the trail into the hollow. This might be a trick. If anyone else comes along, use your gun. Right. The long ranger and Tonto spent most of the morning searching the hills for the crooks hideout. Finally, Tonto pointed to the trails, saying, Oh, keep it heavy. They're fresh cracks. A horse going through hills. Maybe if one of the crooks go to hide out alone. We'll follow the tracks and find out. Come on, Tonto. Get him up the couch. A light wind was blowing toward them as they started up a rise. The great horse, Silver, caught the scent of a man and a horse. The intelligent animal went into low warning. Who's with you? Who's down there? Silver gave a warning to Tonto. Ah. Maybe someone's waiting near the trail. We'll just mouthfully the horse's hidden in a tall brush. Then we'll move forward on foot. He's instead of being full of scoffing. Now we'll leave this trail and keep to the brush and trees. There's someone ahead waiting. We must take him by surprise. A crook lefty is out on a boulder smoking a cigarette while he watched the trail. Suddenly, a strong arm encircled his neck from behind and closed his throat with pulling forces. Do not make trouble. This keeps you quiet. Now we'll tie him. The cabin there in the hollow. That must be the hideout. Uh-uh. Him soon be tired. We'll approach to the brush. I'll go to the front. You come up behind the cabin. I think we've found Alex Mott and his gunman. Later in the cabin, Uncle Ed tied to a chair with its back toward the stove and facing the door. Observed Alex and his two pals through half lowered eyelids. Alex was saying, Who looks half gone already? Before we go to night with stuff a gag in his mouth and leave him here to starve. Won't take long for him to die off. There, let's get that breakfast going. On one side of the cabins to the large pot-bellied stove in which the crooks had built a fire to cook breakfast. Though the back and side windows of the cabin were open it was still quite warm. Alex walked to the stove, then said, This stuff's ready to eat. I'll dish it up. At that moment, the front door burst open. Hey, a mask man, I'll hit it. You drop gun. Me at back window. Jake was trapped between the guns of the mask man and Indian but Alex shielded from tanto by the stove, suddenly crouched down behind Uncle Ed's chair saying, Wait Jake, keep your gun. Mr. tell your friend at the back window to come inside. If you don't I can plug you from behind the old man. Now a mask man drop your gun. Drop him. You fired me, you'll hit the old fella. While the Lone Ranger hesitated a moment, Uncle Ed suddenly went into action, pushing hard with his feet he toppled his chair backward. Don't drop your guns, mister. Hey, Alex was knocked off balance and thrown back against the hot stove. As he frantically moved away from the blistering iron stove, the Lone Ranger fired. Oh, get him, drop it. Now we got the ball. Old man in chair moved 25. Hey, who you calling an old man? Otto, that's Ed Andrews. That's right, get me on time, mister. Watch those cooks, Otto. I'll free you, Ed. There. Bye, Jiminy. You wouldn't turn to our sights for sore eyes, mister. I heard you'd gone to live with relatives. You ought to meet him sometime. These cooks robbed my nephew last night. Frank Adams is your nephew? Yeah, but don't go passing the news around. Only one I care a hoot about is his daughter, 10 year old Betsy. I sure hated to leave because of her. Leave? What do you mean? How did you get here? Briefly, Ed told the Lone Ranger all that had happened. When he finished, the masked man said... Ed, did you ever tell them you'd been decorated for bravery by the army? Or that you used to be a fine sheriff down in Pecos? Oh, never liked to brag about myself. Used to tell Betsy about my experiences, but Lauren Frank said I was making enough. Oh, here comes the sheriff and his posse. And Frank is with him. Hold on, hold on now. These armies just captured Alex Mott and his crooked pals. Yet they saved my life, too. They helped the law, Sheriff. This paper will identify me, Sheriff. Holy smoke. So that's who you are. Glad to meet you. Ben, these two armies are friends, like Uncle Ed said. We might not have captured the crooks, if it hadn't been for Ed Andrews. He made it possible. I don't savvy this. Uncle Ed couldn't do anything. He may be too old for chopping wood and doing other ranch chort-atoms, but he's not too old to use his experience in better ways. If you don't mind, I'd like to ride back to your ranch and talk to you and your wife. It's all right with me. I'll have these crooks tied up in two frames. You'll find this stolen cash on Alex Mott, Sheriff. I saw him take it. He took it out of the cigar box on the table. Good. Let's get started back. We found one hombre on the trail tied. I left a man to guard him. Then we heard the shootman came here. Let's go. Later at the ranch house, Sheriff, Frank, Laura, and Uncle Ed listened as the Lone Ranger talked. Frank, your uncle is a very brave man. Among many other acts of bravery, he was decorated during the war for saving his captain's life under fire. Well, is that the truth? Of course it's the truth. I got to meddle the proof-its. Before that, Ed was Sheriff in Pecos and did a fine job. Though he was middle-aged, he left to join the army when the war started. He had a reputation as a brave soldier and a fearless lawman. I'm surprised you didn't know. I tried to tell him a few things about myself, but well, they thought I was telling tall tales. Uncle Ed! Uncle Ed, you came back. Yes, honey, yes. But just for a short talk, you might say. But you have to say you have to. I was listening outside the door and heard everything. I knew you were brave. I knew it. He really is, Betsy. I have every right to be proud of you, Uncle Ed. I sure hate to leave you, honey. Wait, Uncle Ed. You don't have to leave. If you can overlook the past, you can stay on here. And live in a chicken house? No, sir. Well, I'm so ashamed, Uncle Ed. Of course you won't live there. You'll have your own room back. Please, Uncle Ed, please, for my sake. Well, all right. But I was hoping to get a job right in the range. You know, I'm not as old as your mom, Pa, seemed to make me out to be, Uncle Ed. You can do just what you want to do here from now on. I think you should stay, Ed. Your folks understand now. And what's more, you'll have money of your own. There's a reward for the capture of Alex Mott. He'll be yours. One thousand dollars. By Jiminy, I reckon things are going to be better after all. I'll stay, Betsy, and I'll buy you a pony, too. Oh, Uncle Ed, I love you. I love you. And I think our uncle was decorated for bravery. He'll be here all around here, catching those crooks and all. I'll leave now, Ed. I know you'll be happy from now on. Adios, everybody. See you later, Sheriff. Who is that masked man? Laura, he's an hombre who's a good friend to have. Uncle Ed is a mighty lucky man to know him so well. You see, he's the Lone Ranger. 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