 the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and the jahi-hayo silver, the lone ranger. Faithful Indian companion Toto, the daring and resourceful mask-rider of the planes, 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 grueling days of yesteryear. Come out of the past, come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Oh Silver, let's go big fellow, I am Silver. Get on your way, get on your way, get on your way with me. The road to success doesn't seem so rocky does it, knowing that champions are made, not born. Take the life story of Bob Lemon, ace pitcher for the Cleveland Indians. Bob played infield at Wilson High, that's where he got his batting eye. He worked instead of merely wishing to be a champ was Bob's ambition, so he chose Wheaties for top condition. A pitcher now, Bob's made his mark, he still relies on Wheaties' spark. Bob Lemon, a Wheaties regular now for 19 years, a long time to be storing up whole wheat power, there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Burn it in Bob, keep him swinging! 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. Bob Wilson and his group of actors have been in gun sight for two days, arranging to stage Uncle Tom's cabin in the local opera house. But Hub and an actor named Eddie Clyde were also planning to rob the bank. A second floor storeroom in the opera house overlooked the flat roof of the one-story bank. By climbing out the opera house window, Eddie walked across the roof of the general store to the freshly tarred roof of the bank. There he weakened the lock on the skylight hatch. He returned to the opera house, and as he climbed through the window to re-enter the storeroom, his booted foot came down hard on the paw of a bloodhound named... The pain of the injury brought a sharp smile from the ordinarily gentle dog. Instinctively, he went for the man who had hurt him. His jaw was closed on Eddie's boot. Take it easy, Eddie. Back off, Eddie. Back off! Don't kill him! I'll shoot him! Eddie, don't! Back off! Hey, that's better. I'll kill that dog. I'll hold it, Eddie. I'll put a bullet between his eyes. I'll draw your gun. Let go of my arm. Calm down, Eddie. I paid a lot for spec. I don't care what you paid for the money. He doesn't need a thoroughbred. Besides, Eddie does a mighty good job in this show. He didn't hurt this. He ruined my boot. Look at the way it's ripped. Oh, that can be fixed easily. It'll have to be. Unless you want me to do Simon Legree and carpet slippers. Oh, those are the boots you wear in the show? Yeah. And there aren't any extras in the wardrobe to fit me. I'll leave them in tonight's show. Well, there's a cobbler shop across the street from the bank. Put on your carpet slippers and we'll leave both your boots there. The cobbler will stitch the seam, clean them up, then they'll be as good as new. Meanwhile, the long ranger had heard of bank robberies that had occurred in several western towns while Hub Wilson's troop of actors were appearing there. Suspecting that there might be a connection between Wilson and the crimes, the masked man followed the troop to gun site. He and Tuttle made Camp in the Hills a short distance north of town. The long ranger sat on a fallen log as he removed his boots. Hard usage had loosened the seams in the legs. He had known for some time that his boots needed attention. It might have been coincidence or it might have been the guidance of fate that caused him to decide to have the boots repaired at that time. Well, you take my boots to the cobbler in gun site, Dennis. Oh, me take them. But what you wear while me go to town? Well, I wear moccasins. While you're in gun site, try to learn as much as possible about Wilson and his troop. Ah, me have a easy scouting. Get him up the couch! Joe Scrooge, the cobbler in gun site, worked and lived in a two-story building across the street from the bank. As an ex-Confederate soldier who had fought from Manassas to Appomattox, Joe was not happy to see a troop of yaggy actors in gun site. His annoyance increased when he learned that they planned to present Uncle Tom's cabin at the opera house. Joe blamed Mrs. Stowe's play for much of the trouble that had befallen the South and most especially for his own post-war misfortunes. His mood was dark when Tuttle reached his shop. As the Indian entered, he noticed that Joe was working on a pair of climb boots, made almost exactly like those of the Lone Ranger. Joe looked up and asked, Well, it didn't worry you all. You fix boots? Let's see them. See them split, eh? Ah, well, dog gonna fit just like the one I'm working on for that actor pole cat. Did he send you here with him? Oh, me. Me not no actor. These boots are friend. You fix them? Yeah, I'll fix them. Hey, are my boots ready? I told you 15 minutes ago they weren't ready. Well, I've got to have them for the show tonight. You'll have them by that time. Does it take all day to stitch a seam and polish a pair of boots? Oh, mister, I don't like actors. And I like Yankee actors even less. Now clear out of here, let me work in peace or you'll never get your boots. If I knew your cover talked like that, he'd be out of business. You're lucky to be in a part of the country where covers are so few and far between. The customer has to put up with his boots. Oh, him plenty mad. If he thinks a dog going much to New York, he should have stayed there. He's been here three times, pestering me about his boots. Him and show at opera house? Yeah. Name's Eddie Clyde. He plays the part of Simon Legree. What's the book on the whole? Several hours later, Todd will rejoin the Lone Ranger in the hillside camp. And then wrap the boots. Then I ask. Well, Todd, where did you get these boots? At cobbler shop, where we'd leave them to be fixed. Well, they're not mine. They look like yours. At first glance, yes. If you'll examine them closely, you'll see if they belong to someone else. Oh, Joe Spruce make mistake. Him giving me boots belong to actor-feller named Eddie Clyde. It's an understandable mistake. The boots are similar to mine and they're the same size. I'll bring them back to town. Hmm. What matter? Look at the soles of these boots. What's that on bottom? Traces of tar. I mean, how savvy I'll finally get tar on boots. Well, you were going, Todd. Oh, I'll tell you the town through binoculars. You see town from here? Yes, the top of the hill is bare of trees. There's a splendid view of town from there. I'll show you. The mask man took his binoculars from his saddlebag. Then went the way to the top of the hill. There he handed the glasses to Tutto and said, Well, look through them, Tutto. You'll be able to see the main street of town. And tell me, what roof is blacker than the others? Roof of banks. Look plenty black. It's the only roof top in town that isn't weathered. It looked like tar fresh enough to be sticky. The man who wore these boots must have been walking on the roof of the bank. And he couldn't have walked far after he left there. In fact, if he had stepped on the street at all, there'd be dust on top of the tar. King of Sambi. In town, we notice winder and second-floor opera house. Maybe for the climb out of winder, walk across the roof of General Store, the bank. Let me have the glasses a minute. What do you look for? A skylight on the roof of the bank. You see it? Yes. You think Caddy Clyde tried getting the bank from roof? Yes. There would be a perfect way to commit a robbery. As soon as it's dark, we'll go to gun site. We'll leave our horses at the edge of town. Then what we do? Try to find a way to reach the roof of the bank. King of Sambi, we see deserted delivery stable at edge of town on same side of street at bank. Maybe we reach roof from there. We'll try it. We'll stand guard on the roof top tonight. If Eddie Clyde tries to enter the bank to the skylight, we'll capture him. In town, Eddie Clyde was dressing for his role of Simon Legree. He was pulling on the lone rangers' boots when he noticed they were not his. Hub Wilson hurt his partner, Mother. Now what's eating, Eddie? That cobbler gave me the wrong boot. What? These aren't mine. What do they fit you? Yeah, but then where I'm in? Shut up. I'd rather have my own. If that shoemaker's lost, I'm going over there. Eddie, the show's about to start and the house is full. The marshal in the audience? We'll look through the curtain a few minutes ago. The marshal and his deputies are in the front row. The banker, his wife, and his whole office staff are in the second row. Good. Pull in that robbery or be a cinch. Hello, tell me, Mother. Meanwhile, the lone ranger and tanto had reached the deserted delivery stable at the edge of town. Leaving Scalton Silver at the side of the building, they went inside. There, skylight. Good. They'll go through it to the roof. While the buildings were of uneven heights, all except the opera house on that side of the street were one story high. After going through the stable skylight, it was an easy matter for the lone ranger and tanto to move from one roof to the other. As they approached the bank, the masked man commented, The town's unusually quiet, tanto. We think everyone in town go to opera house. See show. The theater was crowded. Only a few townspeople had not gone to the show. These included Joe Spruce and his friend Hank McCurton, the blacksmith. Hank was also a Confederate veteran. The two men sat on the veranda that extended along the second floor front of the building that housed Joe's shop and living quarters. In the white moonlight, they sat with their chairs tilted against the wall and their pipes full of fragrant tobacco. Watching the crowd enter the opera house. A short time after the box office closed and the play started, Joe exclaimed, Hank, look. Look at the roof of the bank. Hey, there's two fellas over there. Yeah, and they're examining the skylight on top of the bank. How good would you hear that? Maybe they planned to force the lock on the hatch of the skylight. Let it be a slick way to rob the bank. Good thing we spotted them. You all better go to the opera house, Hank. Get Marshall and Barbara and tell them what's afoot. Well, I'm going. Those two might get away. Not on your life. I'll watch them close. If they make a move, I'll let them have it. The curtain falls on the first act of our lone ranger adventure. Before the next exciting themes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. If you ever have the chance to see Ben Hogan play golf, man, grab it. You'll see a real fleeting champion in action. You know, in my work, I'm sports announcer Mel Allen. I've seen Ben play plenty of times and each time the little guy proves to me all over again, champions are made, not born. Ben's won about every title in golf, but he still practices ours every day. Of course, that figures, if you know Ben's story, way back when he was a caddy, he found the only edge he had over bigger, stronger fellows was a willingness to practice harder and knowledge that strengthening foods would help him make the most of that practice. Ben Hogan chooses Wheaties. Been eating them for years and years. Ben sold on Wheaties for energy and nourishment. And here's where that energy comes from. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties plate. Yes, whether you're big or small, remember Ben Hogan's caddy to champion formula. Champions are made, not born. Get on your way with Wheaties Breakfast of Champions. Now to continue. A few moments after the lone ranger and Tato took a position behind the wide chimney on the roof of the bank, the window of the Opera House storeroom opened. Yes, I hear it, Tato. Computing around the side of the sheltering chimney, they saw the momentous figure of Hub Wilson as they climbed from the Opera House window. A moment later, Eddie Clyde climbed up the window to join his friends. From the second floor balcony of the building across the street from the bank, Joe Spruce watched the lone ranger and Tato so intently that he didn't know his hub and Eddie. When the last man reached for his guns, Joe fired a warning shot. Tato, who's that? It's Joe Spruce. Him on Berland across the street. Yes, I've seen. There's a lot of windows at his back. He's an old gun on us. Hub and Eddie stood beside the window of the Opera House, scarcely daring to move. They didn't know that the masked man and Tato were on the far side of the bank chimney, so they assumed that Joe Spruce was talking to them. Eddie reached for his gun. Hub hissed a warning. Don't be a fool, Eddie. You hope a fire. How if I get him first? Would you rather stand here and wait for the law to come for us? No, that won't happen unless I shoot. Get ready to go back through the window as soon as I fire. Eddie's bullets struck Joe in the shoulder. The impact knocked the ex-soldier down as he fell to the veranda floor. Hub shouted... Got him, Eddie. What's it? It's a masked man in a red suit. A silver bullet struck Eddie's arm an instant before he triggered his gun. His shot went wild. I'm getting out of here. Throwing caution to the wind, and bought it over the window sill to the safety of the opera house. Inside, he looked back for his partner. Then he realized that the masked man could not see him in the darkened storeroom. Now, Covey Eddie, pick up your gun. Come inside. Don't try it. This is for you, Mrs. Hub triggered his gun, forcing the lone ranger and Tato to the shelter of the brick chimney. A moment later, Eddie was back in the opera house. Marshall Barber, his deputies, and Hank McCurton were on their way up the stairs to the second floor storeroom in the opera house when they met Hub and Eddie. Where are you two coming from? Why, uh... We were on the storeroom, Marshall, to investigate the shots we heard. Who shot you? A masked man. He was up on the roof of the bank. That's right, Marshall. You and I saw him there. Well, what are we waiting for? Always stand here, Palaver, and you'll get away. The Marshall and his deputies reached the storeroom window in time to see the lone ranger and Tato disappear from the stable roof at the far end of town. They have horses waiting for them. They'll be on their way out of town before we reach the livery stable. That's right, Hank. It'll be full work following their tracks. Uh... You needn't follow their tracks, Marshall. What? How's that? That'll follow them for you. But you mean that bloodhound? Yes, he's a thoroughbred and a mighty valuable dog. Yeah, that's a good idea. He'll lead you to the masked man in a pal in no time. Fine. We'll get the dog and go after those two. And I'll ride with you and your deputies. That's true, please. Go! Hank McCurton was about to join the posse when he remembered Joe Spruce, knowing that Joe had been covering the masked man and his partner, hank hurry to Joe's veranda to see why Joe had allowed the two cooks to escape. He found Joe on the veranda floor. Joe! You can't do that. That's better get done more. Meanwhile, the lone ranger and totter drew rain at the crest of a hill, a short distance north of town. Tutto, we've got to go back to town. How we do that? Law think we shoot Joe Spruce. We know Eddie Clyde planned to rob the gun side bank. I'll have to prove that he shot Joe Spruce. I might also be able to find out whether or not he and his pal robbed the bank's medicine band in Mountain City. That's pretty hard to prove. The stolen bonds and money will be proof enough if they have them. The serial numbers are on record. Hi. What, Pat? A dog. Riders come this way. Look across the valley, Tutto. They're Marshall. Deputies, Poffy. Not Bloodhounds leading them. In Moonlight. It looked like dogs. Follow our trail. We'll try to outrun them. Head for town. Come on, Tutto! The great horse Silver and Scout left the pursuing Poffy far behind as the lone ranger guided him through the moonlight to town. The evening's excitement had halted the play and emptied the theater. Eddie Clyde was alone backstage. His trunk was unlocked and opened. He was about to begin packing when he heard footsteps behind him. With his good arm, Eddie grabbed the trunk lid. What are you trying to hide? You. What are you and that Indian doing here? They came back to town to prove that you shot Joe Spruce. You can't prove I shot him. Marshall Barber's not now looking for you for that shooting. And he has a Bloodhound with him. That's right. That dog will find you, mister. That's why I'm returning your boots. My boots? You're wearing mine. I'll take them. Oh, no. Reach for that gun. I'll break your arm. I'll give you your boots. There. Here they are. Cover him, Tutto. I'll remove these. Oh, me. Creating boots won't save you, mister. I'll tell the Marshal you forced me to exchange him with you. Cup Wilson will back my story. He's with the Marshal now. He knows I got the wrong boots from that cupboard. You might be able to convince the Marshal you're telling the truth, but you can't convince him. I shot Joe Spruce. He's already convinced of that. Man, I'll uncompress him. Well, who's Hank and I were coming out to rear door of Doc Morgan's house, but we saw you in the engine pass, mister. We followed you here. Because you thought I shot you? I knew better than that, mister. I was watching you close while you were on the roof of the bank. I'd have seen it if you all turned your gun on me. Hey, Joe, you'd better shit down. Take it easy. Doc's here. I don't care what he said. I'll not rest until that Yankee actor pays a shoe clear. At that moment, spec raced into the opera house. He stopped beside the boots on the floor at any speed. He sniffed them and bared his fangs. Get him away from me. Call him off. Call him off. Call him off. Toppo grabbed the dog's collar and held it while the posse hurried forward with drawn guns. The lone ranger said, You'd better talk, Eddie. Who weakened the lock on these tile out of the bank? I did. Can't admit it. I admit I shot Joe Spruce. And that'd be easy to admit when Joe Spruce here to tell truth. Who's a partner who helps you commit the bank robberies? Realizing that Eddie was about to tell all he knew, Hobb Wilson reached for his shoulder holster. From the corner of his eye, the lone ranger saw the gesture. He whirled and fired. Hobb's bullet struck Eddie Clyde a moment before Hobb felt the impact of the mask man's bullet. That's enough, Gunplay. I wasn't fast enough. His bullet hit Eddie Clyde. Boy, watch Hobb Wilson. Pete, you go get Doc Morgan. And flim, you take care of that door. Well, I was watching his back. Come on. He's got a dirty double cross. Take it easy, Clyde. While I look at your wounds. He was afraid I'd talk. And I'll talk plenty now. Shut up, Eddie. To save you after you shot me? Why should I? And let you spend the cash we stole. What cash are you talking about? Good cash from the Bank and Mountain City and Medicine Band. Where is it? In my trunk. In the fourth bar of money and bonds are there. You talked us into jail. I didn't live to go to jail. But you, I hope you rot there. Well, wounds not as serious as you think, Eddie. Doc will remove the bullet and in a couple of weeks you'll be well enough to stand trial. Marshall, do you still want to talk to me for shooting Joe Spruce? Mister, I saw your horse outside. I've been thinking about him and your friend, Tonto. Yes? I'd like to see one bullet in your gun belt. There you are, Marshall. Thanks. Joe, thanks for fixing my boot. Oh, I'm mighty sorry I made a mistake about the reason for you being on the roof of the bank. Forget it. I'm glad Eddie cried the bull. It didn't kill you. The whole Doggorn Union Army couldn't kill me, mister. And I'll admit they were better shots than that bullcat. What side of the fight were you on, mister? They were good men on both sides, Joe. But we're all Americans. Adios. Adios. Thanks a lot for helping to capture these crooks. Gladly we were able to help you, Marshall. Hey, Marshall, what'll I do with that? I'll take you, Marshall. The poor critter will be without a home if Hub Wilson's going to jail. Oh, Wilson's going to jail all right. But I'll be much obliged if you will take back all my hands. I don't see if he gets a good home. Hey, speaking of home, we're both going there, Joe. Doc says you'd have to rest for a couple of weeks. You're not as young as you were when we marched under General Lee. Yeah, I reckon you're right, Hank. Well, you know, if all the Yankees were like that mask man, I wouldn't mind losing that fight for my hand. Now, he didn't say he was a Yankee Joe. Well, he didn't say he was a son either. He said he was an American. But this bullet he gave me says more than that. That? It means I was right. He's the lone ranger. I don't see... Let Pete can fly a jet. He's 12 years old and the fastest yet. He can loop the loop because he knows. Real muscle-building food. Spoonful contains vitamins, minerals, and proteins your body needs. 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