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As a boy, he lived in Chicago. But Bob started riding when he was 8 years old. At 14 in California, he became a stable hand. Today, Bob Maynard is one of the top money winners in rodeo competition. He sure is Lone Ranger, and like many champions in all sports, Bob still chooses Wheaties for his favorite training dish. There's no question about it. Champions are made, not born. And there's no question why champions choose Wheaties for their training diet. They want that famous wheat energy. They get it with Wheaties, because there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties flake. Champions are made, not born! Get on your way with Wheaties! Breakfast of champions! Nation embraced the territory that is now Oklahoma and extended from the northern border of Texas to the southern border of Kansas. The herd of cattle being driven northward through the nation was a small one. It was dawn when the herd riders guiding the animals along a trail that wound through the hilly country rode into the ambush. The Texas common were unprepared, and their attackers, outlaws disguised as Indians, outnumbered them 3 to 1. The fury of the rustlers on the slaughter and their blazing guns overcame the Texas before the latter could save themselves and their herd. When the outlaws wore their way a few minutes later, they drove the stolen cattle through the thickly wooded country to the west. Chokhtaw Plains, a once thriving community in the Indian nation, had become a ghost town. Only four men remained in a deserted hamlet, and among these was the former marshal of the town, Tom Dawson. Though his office had long been abolished, Tom still wore his badge and was called Marshall by all who knew and remembered him. remembered him. On the afternoon of the ambush, a rider galloped into Choctaw Plains and ran into the ramshackle house where Tom Dawson and the three other pioneers were playing cards. The engines are on the warpath. I just came across a lot of dead and wounded trailhands from Texas on the main road near Twin Hills. I was able to bandage some of them but they'll need help. They returned with a covered wagon to the scene of the carnage. They treated the wounds of the survivors and heard the story of the attack from those who were able to talk. After the wounded men were placed in the wagon to be taken to Choctaw Plains, Marshall Dawson said, Taking back to our shack men and try to keep them alive. I'll start for Kansas Territory now. If I ride hard, I'll reach there by tomorrow night. Then go ahead, Marshall. We'll do like you said. Ben, he coming? Ben? When I come back, I'll have the army with me as well as your doctor. Later that day, in near sunset, miles from the scene of the attack, the murdering wrestlers rested, safe in a secret canyon that was their hideout. Oh, well. Gang leader Fort Gary returned from inspecting the stolen cattle, now grazing in the lush fields. He stood talking to Joe Romapo, one of the wrestlers. Oh, that's a fine lot of beef. They'll take on weight too with all the grass and water down here. Yeah, they'd be worth plenty when we take them into Kansas later on. So, are you going to start changing their brands tomorrow? No, we have plenty of time. Nobody will ever locate us in this place. When the time comes to start our drive to Dodge City, we'll have ten times as many cows as we have here now. Ten times as many? Oh, boss, you're kidding. No, I'm not. I have Red Seward and Doc Belden planted in one of the North Texas ranches, the Circle RO. They'll notify us when the Circle RO herd quits Texas and heads this way, like Pete did about that bunch today. The Circle RO is a big outfit, boss. Sure is. Red's worked himself in with old man Ogden, the owner. Red's said word he thinks they'll be driving more than 2,000 head. Hey, boss, you don't expect to take over 2,000 cows, do you? Then all the pins and what? Joe, look, someone's driving down from the rim. Boys, get your guns up. Of course, it must be one of our men. Nobody else would ever find their way through that slit in the rocks up there. We can't take chances. Keep that umbrella covered all the way. Of course. It looks like Doc Belden's horse, see? Yeah. And that is Doc Belden. Ah, you're right. Put your guns away. Doc Belden had been riding for almost two days. After greeting the outlaws, he told Ford Gary, Boss, I rode with the Circle RO outfit as far as the Canadian River. Doc, you mean they're that near to here? Yeah, we took off last week. But Red told me to hang on for a while before riding to let you know. He said he'll arrange to have the outfit stopped where he said he would on the day after tomorrow. Well, what do you know? How's he arranging that? Red said he told old man Ogden who owns the outfit talked him into making him the trail boss. Yeah, he said he knows every inch of the Indian nation. He wasn't lying when he said that. Boys, you heard that, didn't you? Then sticking those engine clothes till the day after tomorrow. Red and I arranged a plan a long time ago. Now it's going to work. We'll take over the Circle RO outfit at the bend in the Hill Road. Oh, good old Red. The lone ranger and tanto had been in Kansas. On the morning after the attack by the rustlers, they crossed the Simran River and headed south through the Indian nation. That afternoon, they slowed their horses as they saw a rider coming toward them. Easy, easy, easy, easy. Oh, that's Tom Dawson from Choptor Plain. During his years in the Indian nation, Marshall Tom Dawson had been helped often by the mask man in Indian when trouble threatened him. The free man exchanged greetings. Then, without prompting, the former lawman seething with indignation gave an account of the Indian ambush as related to him by the wounded Texans. The Indian ranger listened with interest. But when Dawson finished, the mask man spoke with a tone of puzzled unbelief. Marshall, I don't doubt the story. Yet I can't conceive any tribe in the Indian nation making such an attack. Ah, why not? Well, for one thing, the Indians have just signed a treaty with our government. Ah, treaties mean nothing to them? Oh, I don't agree. But regardless of that, Indians don't usually attack trail herds in the way you describe. That true Kimusabi. Did you see the government agent for this territory? No, he's way over west. It'd be waste of time. Well, what about Chief Red Eagle? Did you go to his reservation or inquire about the attack? No, suppose it was his tribe that did the russon. I'd be scouted before I could get help. No, sir, there's only one thing to do. Get the army. And that's where I'm heading. So long. Be careful. As the impatient Tex Marshall rode away, the lone ranger spoke to Tatto. We arrived at the Sea of the Ambush and tried to pick up a trail there. But first we go to the reservation of Chief Red Eagle. Come on, sir. When the lone ranger and Tatto reached the reservation of the great chief Red Eagle that night, all was quiet. What's going on? Red Eagle knew the lone ranger was a friend of the Indians. After warm salutations, he was told the reason for the mask man's visit. The Indian chief denied all knowledge of the murderous attack. Men who say Indians kill white men steal cows tell big lie. The dead can't lie, Red Eagle. The men who are wounded have no reason to. Maybe so. Me not lie. Me say Indians not kill white men steal cows. Well, perhaps one of your tribes may have acted without your knowing it. Man who cover face say before him, Tatto, go to place where white men Indians kill them. Yes, that's right. We intend to ride there until we leave this camp. Then Red Eagle won Indian braves to go with man who cover face. Red Eagle, no good Indians want to find whoever kill white men. We get brave, ready to ride now. And when them go, Red Eagle ride with them. Less than an hour later, as others had been sent to other tribes, Chief Red Eagle and his warriors rode from the reservation with the Lone Ranger and Tatto. 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. Did you ever hear of a cereal box that sings? Well, I'm going to tell you about a special Pweeties box that practically does just that. Here, listen to a few seconds of this record. Now, wasn't that record sharp and clear? 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You know how the trail narrows after the turn at Snake Bend? And how there's a lot of boulders on both sides of the road between the road and the woods? Well, that's where we'll be waiting. Some of us on one side of the road and some on the other. You stay here with Tex and Slim and keep an eye on the cows and watch the entrance. I don't think we're ever going to have visitors here but it's best to keep on the lookout All right, boss. Come on, Tex, Slim. The rest of you boys, follow me. Get it! Come on! The Long Ranger, Tato and the Indians followed the prints left by the stolen cattle and the horses of the rustlers from the scene of the ambush. The trail ended at the entrance to the secret valley from which the rustlers had ridden away but a few minutes before. Red Eagle spoke. Oh, this were trail leads. Red Eagle know this place. See space between rocks? Yes. Between rocks, path which lead to valley which Red Eagle think nobody but Indians know. You mean there's a secret valley on the other side of that passage? It'd be a good place. Hide cows. Come. We ride. See. Red Eagle led the other horsemen between the brush-covered rocks. The path began to slant downward and the rock walls ended. Suddenly the riders found themselves heading down a wide grassy incline that led to a vast pasture hemmed in on all sides by high slate walls. Keepers happy. Look. Many cows there. Yes. No doubt about it. This is the rustlers' hideout. Joe Ramapo and the other two rustlers, Tex and Slim, saw the Long Ranger and the Indians heading down into their valley. They began to shoot at the invaders. The Long Ranger and Tato reached for their guns and a masked man called the Red Eagle. There are only three men so far that's right down there shooting. The Long Ranger, followed by Tato, led the way into the secret valley. The Indians followed and as the sloping trail widened, the air was filled with the sound of their shots. Hello. We hit one of those men. He'd have a crook, too. He'd fall. There seems to be no more than those three. Other men stopped shooting in way of bandana. He's surrendering. Come on. Let's get there Joe Ramapo, unwounded, was frightened by the appearance of the hostile Indian band. While Tato and the Indians bandaged the wounded rustlers, the Long Ranger, using the threat of punishment by the Indians who stood with him, forced Joe Ramapo to tell everything. He concluded... And they're going to ambush the outfit of the Snake Bend about two miles from here. Me, no place him say. We find them. Good. Chief, leave one of your men to guard these three. We'll ride the Snake Bend. The Long Ranger, Tato and the Indians, rode from the secret valley. They followed Red Eagle until he raised his hand in a signal of halt near a thickly wooded area. The men dismounted, and Red Eagle, speaking low, said to the Long Ranger, Snake Bend, other side trees. That place where crooks tell us rustlers wait. If we move through the trees slowly, we may be able to sneak up behind them. Grass high, too. Crawl through grass. Then let's start crawling. Come on, Tato. Chief, look straight ahead. We see. Men dressed like Indians hide behind rocks. They evidently plan to carry out their ambush on foot from behind the boulders. You must hurry. Man and horse come from road, right to where they stand. Making some report to them. Chief, let's start crawling toward them again. We'll do it. The horseman who had come from the road to where the rustlers waited behind a giant boulder was Doc Belden. He'd been sent to locate the whereabouts of the circle R.O. Herd, and was now giving Ford Gary the information. Boss, I located them. They're on the back trail, about a mile or so from here. They'll be along soon. Red has the outfit slowed down to a walk, and he's riding far out in front of it with old man Ogden. You know what to do now when they get here. They're on the other side of the road, huh, boss? Yeah. You boys were supposed to be on the other side, followed up. Let's go, boys. The rustlers, rustlers Indians turned their horses in straddle surprise to behold a mask man and a band of Indians rise from the tall grass with guns aimed at them. Look, real Indians and a mask man. Boys, we're in a trap. Stop shooting. We'll tell you all what you do. The mask man and the Indians with him were firing before the rustlers to use their guns effectively. Uplaws fell from their horses to the ground, and a shot from the lone ranger caught Ford Gary in the shoulder. You're too slow, mister. Look, outlaws raising hands. Some of the outlaws, seeing their leaders shot and finding little chance of escape, were raising their hands and surrender. We're not going to get our money. So we give up. I'm not going to lose my life for no reason. All right. All of you, throw your guns down and raise your hands. If you don't... Do what the mask man says, boy. Red Eagle, do you have your man look after these killers? Me, too. Do that, Tutto. Red Eagle, we'll ride down to the road. I want to be there when that man, Red Suird, gives his signal for the attack. Red Suird, road far ahead of the herd, with rancher Russell Ogden. Ogden was puzzled as they rode around, abandoned the road. Red, look at this. Rocks and boulders on both sides of the road here. The cows can't come through here. It's too narrow. We'll have to stop the herd and go through slowly. Yes, sir. That's what I figured. What? It'll make things easier. What are you talking about? Oh, boy! You crazy? Who are you yelling at? I'm going to shoot you right now, Ogden. Red, that gun, don't shoot. I got it, you dumb ox. I got it right now. Oh, my arm! Who did that? Oh, a mask man. Mr. Ogden, turn around. Ride back and keep the herd from coming through here. I'll take care of this man. Sure, sure. Get up there. The sun was low in the sky. The entire circle RO herd was grazing alongside the back trail, a short distance from the bend where Russell Ogden had succeeded in stopping the animals' progress. A band of Indians stood guard over the rustlers, who, on close inspection, resembled not at all the Indians they pretended to be. Mr. Ogden was talking to his riders and to Chief Red Eagle. And that mask man crippled Seward's arm and saved my life. He also saved my stock when he did that. But they might have been crushed. They might have stampeded. They might have... Well, anything might have happened. But it didn't, boss. That's all it counts. You're right, Harry. Our cattle safe. In the outfit that was ambushed a few days ago, we'll get theirs back from that secret valley. Crooks to meet soldiers who come with Marshall. We'll help you, Chief. We'll go back to the main trail and head north together. Too bad the mask man didn't stay with us to see final justice done to these crooks. Final justice being the gallows. Man who cover face do everything to get crooks. When him do that, him let law do rest. I know he certainly has done everything for me. Him do everything for Indians, too. Prove Indians not kill white men. If him not come and tell Red Eagle, maybe soldiers, Marshall, never believe Red Eagle not kill white men, steal cows. All I can say is a lot of things did happen. Just like a lot of other things didn't. Like we all agree, the dids and the didn'ts were only possible because of that fellow you call a lone ranger. I'll steal it. Thing Doris is 13 and she is a diving queen. She can do a flip because she knows she's got goats, yes she's got goats. No wonder Cheerios gives you real go power. It's made from oats and every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals and proteins your body needs. Yes, those good things in a Cheerios breakfast do good things for your body. Help give you healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones and muscles. Cheerios, the cereal shaped like little leather rolls. Have Cheerios every morning. Then you'll hear people say She's feeling her Cheerios. Ranger, a copyrighted feature of the lone ranger incorporated is created by George W. Trendle. Produced by Trendle 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. The lone ranger is brought to you by General Mills every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at this same time. Be sure to listen. This recorded program has come to you from Detroit. This is ABC Radio Network.