 The horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hyal silver! The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the ready-to-eat oat cereal that gives you go-power, and wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! Cowboy Tom is a boy of six. He knows all kinds of cowboy tricks. He can rope a steer because he knows. He's got go-power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got go-power. There he goes! He's feeling his Cheerios. Cheerios. Cheerios. You bet, Cheerios, the oat cereal that needs no cooking. Every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle-building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals, 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. And besides giving you go-power, Cheerios is downright wonderful tasting. That toasted oat flavor is really something. And when you add milk and your favorite fruit, say some sliced bananas, you're in for a delicious breakfast treat. Get the whole family off to a good start every morning with Cheerios. Then you'll hear people say, He's feeling his Cheerios. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful masquerader 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, Silver. Let's go, big fella. Are you still there? Early one afternoon in late November, the Lone Ranger and Tonto were traveling east toward Modoc City, where they planned to meet the mask man's teenage nephew, Dan Reed. How soon Dan reached Modoc City, Kimatari? Late Wednesday night, Tonto. That day before Thanksgiving? Yes. He'll have a holiday from school now. It's plenty good to spend Thanksgiving together. It'll be good to see him. I mean this, Dan. Yes, so do I, Tonto. If you say word, Dan'd be glad to stay with us, not go back to school. I'd like that even more than Dan would, but I want him to get an education. Kimatari, compile sound, make it come from States Trail. We'll see what it means. Come on, Tonto. The outlaw who had stopped the stage held a gun on the disarmed guard and driver and ordered them to throw the strongbox to the ground. There's the strongbox, your Henry Skunk. You won't get away with this. Hold up like you have the other two jobs, you fool. Shut up and get going. The masked outlaw fired at the lock on the heavy strongbox. As the bullet smashed the lock, he heard the Lone Ranger and Tonto approaching. Rather than wrist being trapped in the open, the stage robber ran to the cover of a huge boulder on the far side of the trail. At that moment, the Lone Ranger and Tonto reached the bottom of the wooded slope. Oh, he's got a big fellow. The hidden gunman fired and shot it. That shot was just a warning. Clear out of here. He's got a big fellow. Behind that boulder, Tonto. He'll have to show himself to fire accurately. That's right. Get going before I let you have it. We're ready for gunplay if you want it. You ask for it, mister. My next shot will do more than put a hole through your hat. Clear. You've got me trapped. You trapped yourself when you picked that boulder for cover. Now throw down your gun. The concealed outlaw took a desperate chance. He showed himself to fire. But the Lone Ranger anticipated the move. A silver bullet smashed the outlaw's gun. You're covered. No, it's not. You're mashed. Keep your hands up. I'll keep him covered, Tonto, while you put the contents of the strongbox into our saddlebags. I'll take that bandana from your face. As long as you're covering me of no choice. There. Who are you? Client Halliday. Money and gold in strongbox came up of him. He put it in saddlebags. When you're finished, we'll tie Halliday's hands and take him to Marshall Fraser in Modoc City. There's no price on my head. You'll not get anything for turning me in. You have a crime to answer for. I have a 15-year-old brother to take care of. Where are his parents? Killed in an engine raid when Bobby was two years old. I'm sorry. He... he doesn't know about me turning Cook. I don't want him to know any more than you would if you were in my place. Does he in Modoc City? No, he's at my cabin in Dunesville. We'll try to help him. You expect me to believe that? You'll not worry about Boyd. Lone Ranger may promise to help him. And him keep word. Don't try to tell me this mass chance to Lone Ranger. Me tell truth. Him, Lone Ranger. I don't believe it. Well, whether you do or not, we'll try to help you and your brother. Now, Todd will tie your hand and we'll help you mount and start for Modoc City. Marshall Jim Fraser was an old friend of the Lone Ranger and Todd. After the contents of the express box had been returned to Wells Fargo and the prisoner was behind bars, the masked man sat in the Marshall's lamp-lit office and explained the situation. In view of the fact that his brother Bob meets him, a judge and jury might be lenient with Clyde Halliday. Yeah, they might be. If this were the first time he stopped the stagecoach, mister. But according to the report the garden driver gave me, he's the man who pulled two other holders. Oh, that changes things. Yeah. I'm sorry about the youngsters. Oh, my. I don't know how to ride to Dunesville to see him. Are you coming back to town, mister? Yes, we'll be back Wednesday to meet Dan Reed. Oh, then you'll be here for Thanksgiving. Yes, Marshall. Good. We'll be looking for you. Two days later, the Lone Ranger and Todd reached the small railroad town of Dunesville, some distance west of Modoc City. The masked man waited on the outskirts of town while Todd went to look for young Bob Halliday. When the Indian rejoined his friend, he brought bad news and a copy of the Dunesville Herald. We find out Bob Halliday leave town early this morning. Oh, you know where he went? No one in town know that. But we think newspaper explained why him leaves. You look there, from page. Let me see. All right, Halliday of Dunesville, Jail of Modoc City. Paper come out this morning. After Bob read it, him leave town. How did news reach Dunesville so soon? Well, it come by telegraph. You think Bob go see client? He may have. They go back to Modoc City to look for him. Easy. Come on, sir. Mid-afternoon on the day before Thanksgiving, the masked man and Todd will reach the hills above Modoc City. The Lone Ranger sent Todd to town to make inquiries about Bob Halliday, unaware of the fact that the 15-year-old boy was already in the community, deeply troubled by his brother's capture. Bob went to the jail with a small derringer concealed in the sleeve of his jacket. Assuming that the Lone Ranger and Todd who had brought him to town, the Marshal greeted Bob warmly, then took him to quiet cell. Call me when you're through talking, Bob. Oh, yes, sir. I'll come and let you out. Bob, you find out I was here. I read it in the hair of it. How'd they get the news? I don't know. Well, you shouldn't have come, youngster. I had to come, Clyder. I wanted to ask you if it's true. Uh-huh. What it said in the paper about... about you being a cook. You're not, are you? Of course not, Bob. It's all a mistake. I'll be out soon. You can get out now. My derringer. It's loaded, Clyder. I brought it from home. Didn't the Marshal search you before he let you see me? No. You're here, Clyder. I'll need a horse to get away from here. I rented one for you at the livery stable. It's at the hitch-rack outside with Mark. Good boy. Now call the Marshal. A few minutes later, Marshal Jim unlocked the cell door to let Bob Halliday out. There you are. The boy left the cell. Then... Now I'm coming out. What? Would you get that gun? I gave it to him. I'll keep him covered, Bob. Take his gun. And we'll tie and gag him and lock him in the cell. Clyde and his brother were ready to leave the Marshal's office when Totto entered. Holding Marshal Jim's gun, Clyde said... You're covered, engine. You... Step inside. Oh, you get free. My brother Bob freed me. Close the door and lock it, Bob. Right. We've got to get out of here, Clyde. Not before I deal with this Redskip. She'll break big mistake. Lone Ranger, capture you once and him get you again. Lone Ranger? That's right. Clyde, is that true? Of course it isn't. Take the engine's gun. We'll give him the same treatment we gave to the Marshal. Then we'll clear out of here. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. All over the country in every direction How you, how you do it is a question And here's what the happy people have to say We didn't know what we did Then we do, do, do and okay Okay. That goes for the star wherever you are. Take Barbara Ann Scott, figure skating champion from the Northland. Watch her on this one. Barbara Ann's good. Now there is a champ who's a real Wheaties fan. Sure helps to keep a gal up on her toes. A guy too. Take Bob Lemon who pitches a lot of ball for the Cleveland Indians. Lemon knows what champions know. Wheaties for breakfast away you go. Gosh, no wonder the champs of tomorrow are eating Wheaties today. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties flake. Keep body through your Wheaties And you do, do, do and okay Okay. Now to continue. Leading Tonto tied and gagged with a Marshal. Clyde and Bob rode out of town under cover of early darkness. Here, here, here it is. As they headed for the hills east of Modoc City the two brothers were silent and thoughtful. Remembering the unmistakable honesty in the Indians' voice disturbed Bob. For the first time in his life he doubted his father's word. They drew rain in the hills sometime later. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. We'll camp here for the night, Bob. See, no one will find us here. I hope not. In his eagerness to see Dan read as soon as possible the lone ranger left his camp in the hills and late that night entered Modoc City. He saw Tonto's horse scout at the hitch rail in front of the Marshal's office. As he drew rain, he heard muffled shouts from inside the darkened building. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. The masked man dismounted quickly and hurried into the office. He found a lamp on the Marshal's desk as he struck a match to light it. Marshal Jim called from the cell block. Just a moment, Marshal Jim. Hello, what happened? Allidate's brother Bob came here. I thought you'd send him to our LNC Clyde. The youngster smuggled a gun to that crook. Oh, that's it. Clyde tied and gagged us and locked us up. He'd get hands, free a rope, a few minutes ago. Tonto freed me. Where's the key to the cell? Allidate probably took it with him. But I have an extra one in my desk drawer. All right, I'll get it. When the door was open, the lone ranger asked, How long have you been here? Three or four hours. Everyone in town once the door gone busy getting ready for the holiday tomorrow. We might have been found before this. Dan, do they reach town in half an hour? Am I right? You go ahead and meet him, mister. I'll go after Allidate and his brother. The reunion with Dan Reed was a happy one. What? Standing in the darkness near the station platform, the masked man gripped Dan's hand. Dan, I'm glad you're here. Well, it's good to be here, sir. We're very glad to see you, Dan. Before I left the East, I had a letter from Mahing. She said you left Victor at the Henry House stable. Ah. Let me go get him now. We'll wait for you, Tonto. But Mahing, the 200-pound landlady of the Henry House Hotel, refused to let Tonto take Dan's horse until the Indian made a promise. Ah, thanks. Givens the time for friends to get together. Oh, that's right. Tonto, you and the masked man and Dan are the best friends I've got. I'm planning a little private party, a feast fit for a king. And you three had better be here to eat it. Mmm, that sounds neat. Plenty good. When he rejoined his friends, Tonto told Dan and the lone ranger what Mah said. Oh, I'll bet Mah's Thanksgiving dinner will be fit for a king. Would you like to accept your invitation, Dan? Well, I want to be with you and Tonto, sir. Then we'll all go to Mah's place for dinner. Fine. Now we'll head for camp easy. See you in a minute, Victor. In the hills on their way back to the well-concealed camp, the masked man and Tonto caught sight of a distant campfire. The lone ranger studied it for a moment, then signaled a halt. All right, just mouth. The masked man and his companions cautiously approached the fire. You look at a piece of peller near fire. Clyde Halliday. Ah, Bob Halliday with the... Are they friends of yours? Halliday broke out of jail in town then. Oh, Clyde, light of Bob. Tell him, him praying for stage robbery. It'd be better for the boy to know the truth. And that's what me think. If not good young boy travel with crook, dodge and law. Come on. Neither Clyde nor Bob were aware of their presence until they stepped into the firelight. Don't reach for your gun, Clyde. Mine's hosted. I'll accommodate you if you want gunplay. Well, you may, sir. Yes, but I'm not an outlaw, Bob. Are you? Are you the lone ranger? That's right. I figured that Indian was telling the truth. Huh? He tell truth, Bob. I... I've heard the lone ranger use the silver bullets in his guns. Without replying, the masked man slipped a cartridge from his gun belt and handed it to Bob, while Tonto watched Clyde. For a moment, the boy studied it. I... It is silver. Bob, I... Why didn't you tell me the truth, Clyde? I didn't want you to know about it. You couldn't have concealed the facts indefinitely, Clyde. You were bound to learn the truth sooner or later. Maybe so. You're not the first man to make a mistake, and you'll not be the last. Now, if you go to jail or you're dead to the law and go straight when you get out, you'll be all right. I wanted to take care of Bob. I have a good friend in Modoc City who'll be glad to see you. Who's that? Mark Hank, the owner of the Henry House Hotel... Don't read for your gun, hell it is! Ho, ho, ho, hold on, boy. Hello, Marshall Jim. Where'd you come from, mister? We were on our way back to our own camp when we saw Clyde's fire. I've been following his trail, but I lost it. I was riding through the hills, trying to pick up his tracks again when I saw the fire. How are you, Marshall Jim? Oh, fine, Dan. Easy, city boy. Keep your hands up. Easy, city boy. Keep your hands clear, your hostess. I'll take your guns, Clyde. Don't worry, I'll not try a fast move. I know what I'm like. You're not like Clyde. I'm sorry about this, Bob. Clyde, just promise me things will be different when you get out of jail. Different? Promise me you'll stay on the lone ranger's side of the law. I'd promise anything if I thought you wouldn't hold things against me, partner. Let's shake on that quiet. Thanks, Bob. Yes, I... I guess I'm in trouble, too, for helping you bust out of jail. That's right, youngster. Now on, you'd better not let me catch you carrying a gun. Bob, while the Marshall takes Clyde back to town, why don't you spend the night in our camp? But with you in town, huh? And Dan Reed. Yes, I... I'd like that. Is it all right with you, Marshall Jim? Sure, if you say so. We'll bring Bob to town with us tomorrow. We even appointed him with more Hank for Thanksgiving dinner. Good enough, mister. I'll see you at the Henry House. Late the next day, the lone ranger, Dan, Toto, and Bob Halliday reached town. While Bob went to the jail to see his brother, the masked man entered more Hank's kitchen and explained the boy's situation to the big-hearted landlady. He's too proud to accept charity, but he needs a home. Wild land sakes the lie, mister. Homer and I'll be glad to keep the boy with us till his brother's out of jail. By doing chores around here, he'll be able to earn his room and board. Thanks, Mrs. Henry. Bob's a good boy. And with someone to keep him on the right track, I think he'll be a fine man. Don't you worry about him. Why, we'll look after him as if he were our own son. Say, I hope to brought him along for dinner. He'll be here. And now he's at the jail with his brother. I already sent a train to the jail for the prisoner. In that case, I know he'll eat well. Thanks for the compliment, mister. And now as soon as the lad comes, we'll be ready to eat. When Bob arrived at the hotel, the lone ranger took him to the dining room and introduced him to Ma Hank and Uncle Homer, who sat at the large table with Toto, Dan Reed, and Marshall Jim. As he looked at the incomparable feast Ma had prepared, Bob's eyes missed it with tears. He choked back a sob of gratitude as he sat down between Marshall Jim and the lone ranger. I'm glad to see you, Bob. I want you to eat hearty when we start. Just thanks, ma'am. I'm muddy hungry. Things? I'm muddy happy we're old together. Now, mister. How about saying a few words of grace before we start? Very well. We'll bow our heads. Our heavenly Father, as we bow our heads in our prayer of thanksgiving, we hope that Americans everywhere will remember the true meaning of this day and give thanks, not only for the bounty of our land, but for the many blessings we enjoy. We are thankful for those men and women who came before us to clear a wilderness and plan it with seeds of freedom. We are grateful that the founders of our country taught thy guidance before they set down the principles by which Americans have lived, and for which they still bravely die. May we forever cherish the custom of humbly giving thanks to thee, Amen. And please, God, bless the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, is produced by Prendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Boyd. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.