 By special recording, General Mills, makers of Wheaties, breakfast of champions, and Cheerios, the Oats cereal ready to eat, presents The Lone Ranger. A primary horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a ha-ha-ha-yo silver, The Lone Ranger. With his faithful Indian companion total, 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. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. It helps a guy feel confident just knowing that champions are made, not born. Otto Graham, famed quarterback for the Cleveland Browns, made himself a champ. Listen, young Otto on his way to fame found football was no sissy game, took power and speed and head work too. And Graham learned, as champions do, that Wheaties help a guy come through. Now Otto passes for that score and still eats Wheaties even more. Otto Graham's been calling the right breakfast signal for 23 years, a big bowl of Wheaties. He-man breakfast? There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Touchdown Otto, let's go boy! Hey, hey, hey, he's on his way, on his way, he's on his way, on his way. Get on your way with Wheaties, cause champions are made not born. Yes, sir. Get on your way, get on your way, get on your way with Wheaties, breakfast of champions. The Lone Ranger and Otto were in pursuit of outlaw Joe Kelso, who had escaped from jail in Texas. It was in a town of Grand City that Otto received the latest information about the outlaw. The Indian reached the Lone Rangers' camp in late afternoon. Yes. Me hear Kelso hide in town last night. The sheriff find him? No. Me talk the sheriff before me come here. Him not know about Kelso, till two hour go. Him say him hear Kelso sneak out of town this morning, ride east to Shelby. Then let's continue after him. Here's a little bit. Shelby's about 12 miles from here, Toto. She could reach there early this evening. Easy, sir, if you follow up. That's right. Then let's go. It was sundown when veteran prospector Tom Ennis entered the town of Shelby and left his mule at Ruthless Tessdale's livery stable. Roof, I'm going to leave this ordinary critter here till tomorrow. I'm taking the night stagecoach over to the county seats. Going to Grand City, eh? Don't tell me you're struggling. Rich talk. I'm not telling you, Roof. But that's what I did. What? Hey, yep. See this pouch? It's filled with dust and nuggets. Yep, I finally made it, Roof. Once I get to Grand City and fire my claim, I'll be the richest man in this part of the country. You'll see. Tom Ennis went directly to the office of the stagecoach company. Let's have a round-trip ticket to Grand City, eh? I want to go tonight and come back tomorrow. Oh, yes, sir. The coach tonight leaves three hours from now at nine. He'll get in Grand City at eleven. That'll be $14. Eh, I'll have to pay in gold dust. Where are your scales? They're busted. I sent them away to be fixed. They have scales across the street in the Last Shot Cafe. I know. Rock Perry, who runs the place, is a crook, but at least he'll have money on hand. I'll go over there and come back from a ticket later. See you then. In the Last Shot Cafe, owner Rock Perry greeted Tom Ennis and led the way to his office at the rear of the cafe. When they entered, a young girl who'd been standing there turned and faced the cafe owner. Mr. Perry. What are you doing in here, Vicky? I thought you'd quit. I have, but I want my salary. What salary? You don't get a red cent from me. You quit. I didn't fire you. People who quit here don't get paid. But you just can't... Never mind the butts. Get out, huh? Mr. Perry, you must let me have something. Just enough to pay my hotel rent and to cover my coach fair to Grand City. If you just... My dear girl, what you do is no concern of mine. So if you leave that... Maybe this is no concern of mine either, but I don't like what you're doing, Rock. Well, isn't that too bad? What's more, I'm not going to see this young lady get stranded in a place like this if she wants to get away. Rock, give her a hundred dollars. What? Are you crazy? I don't have to pay her a cent. She quit. Never mind that part. I don't care about that. Give her a hundred dollars. And I'll give you the gold to cover it. Oh, no. Thank you, sir, but I just couldn't take your money. Don't be a feather brain. I'm rich. Take it as a loan. Pay your room, Red, and catch that stagecoach that goes to Grand City tonight. I'll be on it myself, and I'll watch out for you. Vicki Sanborn protested, then relented, promising to repay Tom Ennis when she found another job. Rock Perry, without further pumping, let the girl have the money. Vicki departed, and Perry exchanged bills for the prospector's gold. Rock Perry left his office with Tom Ennis and watched the old man go into the street. Then he hurried to tough-looking Pete Logan, who stood at the end of the bar. Logan, you know Tom Ennis, don't you? Sure, that was him that just went out, wasn't it? Yeah, hurry after him. Don't let him see you, but find out where he goes and come back here and tell me. Sure, I'll find out, Pete. Logan returned to the last shot cafe and made his report to Rock Perry. I followed the old guy, Rock. He's up in the restaurant, eating. That means you'll be here a while. Logan, you know where I'm hiding Joe Kelso, don't you? In that hotel across the street. That's right. He's in room 208. When he arrived here tonight, he said he needed money. If you don't tell him, I'm ready to give him the chance to earn some. Less than five minutes later, fugitive outlaw Joe Kelso and Pete Logan were in Rock Perry's office. The door was closed and Perry was talking. I think the old fellow was telling the truth. He's struck it rich. An old cult like that? Yes, he's found gold somewhere. He's planning to go to Grand City tonight. So he'll be able to file his claim first thing in the morning. You two will keep him from leaving town. You want him killed? No, Kelso. First, I want to find out where his mine is. I have a cabin on the hills. Take him with us there. How are we going to get at him without being seen? He's in that restaurant. And I have a plan. It'll get him out. I'll write a note now and have my porter Pedro deliver it to Ennis. Meanwhile, you two go out to the stable. It was ten after eight when Tom Ennis in the corner restaurant finished eating. The door opened and a Mexican youth carrying a note in his hand entered. He walked directly to the prospector and thrust an envelope into the hand of Tom Ennis. Then turned and hurried from the restaurant. Hey, wait a minute. What's the idea? Well, what do you know about that? I wonder what this is? Tom tore open the envelope and removed the letter that was inside. He looked at the signature signed to the short note. Biggie, Sanborn. Biggie. Say that must be the young girl I loaned the money to. Let's see what he says. The note said that the girl had learned something that would be of interest to Tom Ennis. Something that she must tell him before the staged for Grand City departed. She asked that he meet her secretly at a spot to the rear of the Last Shot Cafe. Tom Ennis crumpled the note in his hand and threw it onto the floor. Then he rose from his chair, paid his bill and left. It was dark at the rear of the building that housed the Last Shot Cafe. Tom Ennis made his way slowly, his eyes peering into the inky blacks. He stopped and turned. Miss, hey, what's that? Miss Vicki, is that you? No, it's me. Come here, Logan. He's conked. Let's get him out of here. The two men carried the inert form of Tom Ennis to the wagon and placed him inside. Come on, get up now. Kelso drove the wagon through the grove of trees until he reached a seldom used trail that led into the hills. The wagon continued upward. Get up. Come on up. Get up. At that moment, the long ranger and tunnel reached the outskirts of Shelby. Oh, fella. They could see the lights of the short, mean streets straight ahead. Not many people on the street. No, perhaps it'll be safe for me to ride along the rear of the building to wear my mask. Oh, it's dark there. Yes, we'll do that then. That tree's back there. I'll wait among them while you make a round of the cafes. If Kelso's in town and then they open, that's where you'll find him. Easy, Scott. Easy, fella. He'll be back. Pronto. 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. This is Mel Allen's porch announcer. In my work, I watch a good many champions. And you know something? I've never yet heard of a player born a champion. You take the case of Dope Walker, star ball carrier of the professional Detroit Lions. Walker gets started fast, cuts back with ease, has a terrific change of pace. The move comes from hours and weeks and seasons of practice. In my opinion, it's important too that Dope Walker has been eating Wheaties for 18 years since he was nine years old. Sure, Wheaties. Breakfast of champions. And that's might easy to understand, I'd say. Wheaties are a he-man food. They help give a guy what it takes to get there and stay there and keep plugging. Naturally. Why, there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' plate. Now look, maybe you tip the scales at 190 or maybe you're just a little guy dead set to get on your way. All right, bear in mind, champions are made, not born. Get on your way with Wheaties. Breakfast of champions. Now to continue. Vicki Sanborn arrived at the station five minutes before the stage coach was scheduled to leave. She looked around for Tom Ennis, saw no sign of him, spoke of agents and made an inquiry. The agent had an immediate answer. You old fellow with the whiskers? No, he hasn't shown up yet, ma'am. I have his ticket ready. I saw him about half an hour ago. Where was that? Going in the restaurant, up on the corner. If you want to be sure he's here when the coach starts, you could go to the restaurant and tell him he'd better ankle over here. Perhaps I'll do that. He your father? No, he's well a friend. Exactly, I'm concerned about him. Do you mind looking after my baggage while I go to the restaurant? Not at all, ma'am. Go right ahead. Your stuff's safe. Thank you. Vicki Sanborn hurried to the restaurant and entered. She looked at the empty tables and frowned. The owner came to her. You looking for somebody, Miss Sanborn? Yes. Was there a man with whiskers in here a little while ago? Oh, you mean old Tom Ennis? He was here. Tom's going to meet you, I reckon. He received your note all right. My note? Yeah, it didn't mean to peep, Miss, but Tom must have thrown the way. Because after he left, while I was cleaning away the dishes, I found it. Just naturally had to see what was on it. Well, it was from you to him. Let me see it, please. Sure, here. Well, I never wrote this. Chris, I never... Who brought this message, do you know? Sure, Ruck Perry's porter. That mix can pay, though. Miss Sanborn, don't you want to hear? I've heard enough. Vicki Sanborn ran to the last shop cafe. She hurried up the front stairs and pushed past an Indian who stood there. Do you mind, please? Oh, please. Uh-oh, saw the girl's white face and flashing eyes. Girl, plenty excited. We better see what her do. Vicki Sanborn, her eyes blazing, burst into Ruck Perry's office and slammed the door shut behind her. Perry, who had been adjusting his gun belt, stared in surprise as she spoke. Where is he? What did you do with him? Hey, what's this all about? What are you talking about? You know well what I'm talking about. I just found this note. What? Note? I don't understand. You do understand because you wrote it. You sent Miss Ennis this note so you could get him here and rob him of his gold. That must be insane. Now, why would I want to do a thing like that? Because you're a thief, that's why. I'm not going to leave here without Miss Ennis. I don't know where he is. I don't know what your little game is. All right. I'll go and get chair tables. Now wait. Come back here. No, I'll get the chair. You get back in here, I said. Let go of me. Let go of me. Stop it. Stop it. Punch, will you? Well, when I tell you to do something, I mean it. You're a good kid. Vicki screams had been heard outside in the cafe. Tatto, nearest to the office, was the first to rush inside. He saw a rock perry with one hand across the girl's mouth, dragging her across the room. Tatto leaps. You take hands off, girl. Tatto pulled perry away from the girl, meant from the cafe, crowded into the room. It's an engine trying to kill Raga. As the man converged around the struggling couple and pulled Tatto from a badly shaken perry, Vicki Sanborn, recovering her composure, tried to intercede. No, don't hurt Daddy. He was trying to help me. Don't pay any attention to her. Throw him out. Beat him up. Shoot him. I don't care what you do. Take him out of here, that's all. No. Get this chair, someone. Rock perry is trying to... Close your mouth. Now, boys, I'm having girl trouble. Let us alone, huh? You stay right here, Vicki. Go on, boys, will you? Get rid of that interfering red skin. Let go of that man. He's got that gun. You just want to go for his gun? Don't make me glad to come, Kimusami. Rock perry tried to keep me from going to the sheriff. The sheriff? Why? Because I think he's harmed... or maybe even killed a man who befriended me today. I'm on the side of the law, believe me. I'll prove it. Get the sheriff here at once. Let him hear this girl's story, whatever it is. No. No, boys. Don't go for the sheriff. Get rid of the law. He doesn't want the sheriff to hear my story. Don't go on the level about what you said. Put your hands down and go, then. Don't! If you don't... You stand still. Oh, wait. That means the arms of those two men I shot. Kimusami, me do it. The rest of you men, put your hands down. I'll have my guns ready in case any friend of this man, Rock Perry, tries to make a play. Don't worry about that part, stranger. Miss, if you don't mind. While we're waiting for the sheriff to come, let's hear your story. Because if Talmanus is in danger, I want you all to help him. Vicki Sanborn told her story and showed the letter with her forged signature. When she finished, the men, visibly angry now, turn their attention to Rock Perry. Perry! What about this? Where's Talmanus? Where is he? Hey, get Pedro here. Right here, senior. What the girls say is the truth. Senior Rock, tell me to take note of the restaurant. This is Rock Perry! Rock Perry returned as if to run. The men grabbed him and pulled him into the cafe. Let's take him to the sheriff now. Let's not wait. As the mob push in Jostle Perry, taking him to meet the sheriff, the lone ranger whispered to Tal. That note said it was to meet the girl behind this place. Let's see if there's any sign of it being here. The lone ranger and Tal hurried to the grove where their horses were tied and removed the lantern from their packs. In the light cast on the ground, they saw blood stains and a freshly made imprint of a body. Ah. And their footprint here, Kimosabi. Yes, Toto, heading in this direction. And look, mark made by horse, wagon wheels. They're fresh, too. The blood stains trailed over the wheel marks and... That mean them hurt men carry him to wagon. Yes, Toto. The wagon marks lead into the hills. Ah. We follow trail now, Kimosabi. I'll do that, Toto. We'll meet the sheriff, but we can't be sure. You go and find the sheriff now. Me tell him about marks we find back here? Yes. Meanwhile, I'll follow the trail. A few minutes later, a rider sped into the hills following the wagon tracks, now outstanding in the light of the moon. One, two, three! In the hideout cabin, less than two miles from Shelby, the two crooks, outlawed Joe Kelso and Pete Logan, completed a search of Thomas' clothes. Beneath the inner soul of his shoe, they found the paper they sought. Here it is, Logan. Claim he was going to file. See, it's got all the markings and everything else. Smart old geezer, Candice. You wouldn't tell us where it is, but we found it just the same. Now what do we do? Take this and give it to Rock. If you want to get paid off, that's what we'll do. We sit over an hour trying to make him talk, and all the time we should have been searching. Well, now that you have it, what are you going to do with me? Carry you. What else? Kill me. You don't have to do that. Tell Rock Perry he can keep the mind. Let him file. I'll look for another one. Sorry, old man, but we can't take chances. If you ever were free and the law knew I was in Shelby, I'd go back to prison for life. You are going back to the... I'm going to the window! Don't shoot again! I'm coming to the window, Tom. When I leave, we're going to the door where these cooks are in front of us. Following the trail, led the sheriff and his posse to the hideout cabin. When they entered, they found the lone ranger and Tom Ennis ready to leave with the two outlaws. The sheriff was surprised. Isn't this one Joe Calso? Yes, Sheriff. It was a stroke of luck that brought us to him. His bad luck. Well, what do you know? Rock Perry told us he had two men take Tom here, but he didn't tell us one of them was Calso. Yes, you say? Yes, and the girl Vicki Sanborn gave us leads on a lot of other theory he went in for. He's ready to confess to those jobs. Vicki, you mean the girl is still in town? She was supposed to take the night stage for Grand City. She's waiting for you, Tom. You can go with her tomorrow. If it weren't for Vicki, we wouldn't be here. Do you have your location papers? Yeah. The mask man took them from... Say it. Where is the mask man? Good evening, Tom. Tom and I were after Joe Calso. We found him and he's in the hands of the law also. We're finished. Goodbye. Did you hear that? He saved my life. Vicki Sanborn's life also, Tom. I'll tell you about that later. I want to hear everything, Sheriff. But that mask man walked out of here as if he'd done nothing. Done nothing? Besides saving your lives, that crook rocked Perry. But then you must expect that sort of thing from him. You see, he's the lone ranger. Can fly a jet. He's 12 years old and the fastest yet. He can loop the loop because he knows. Real shaped like little letter O's. You know, Cheerios is made from oats. And every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is a real muscle building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, 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... He's feeling his Cheerios. Cheer, a copyrighted feature of the lone ranger incorporated is created by George W. Crandall. Produced by Crandall Campbell Muir Incorporated. Directed by Charles D. Livingston. And edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the lone ranger is played by Brace Beamer. Your announcer, Fred Foy. 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