 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver! The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the ready-to-eat old cereal that gives you go-power, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! All over the country, a very good reaction. How you doing, the question, and here's what's the happ- happy people have to say, Even though we did that, do-do-do-do-do, and I'll wait, oh, hey, oh. This is the Lone Ranger telling you that the mighty popular call out here in the west. At roundup time, you'll hear it on many a ranch at the first streets of dawn, And you should see those long-legged cowboys roll out of the blankets and head for the truck wagons. They've got a full back-breaking day in the saddle ahead of them, and they know what they need. A good, substantial breakfast. One that will stick to their ribs and really keep them feeling and doing okay. Take a tip from the folks out west. With his faithful Indian companion Toto, the daring and resourceful mask writer 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 willing 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 be close. Come on Silver! Come on! George Durant was 49 years old when he left France with his grown daughter Annette and went to the United States, settling in the fabulous great west of which he had read so much. A man of means he avoided commerce and bought a large ranch which he called the Tricorn. At the end of three years his ranch had prospered but he knew little of ranching and allowed his young foreman Wade Hatton to supervise all phases of the work. Late one afternoon as he mounted his gentle saddle horse Napoleon and prepared to ride away he saw his charming daughter Annette approaching escorted by Wade Hatton and that made a face. Papa, you are not riding off too late in the day. You know, he's ready Papa, and I prepare the dishes you like so well. The thing is for the young ones, Wade will share your dinner, will you not Wade? Oh, I'm sorry sir, but I can't. Mr. Durant, I have a little private business I must attend to on the other side of town. It does not matter really, I shall eat alone. But I go now, my bestie. I too have a private business. Au revoir. Au revoir Papa. Au revoir Mr. Durant. You know, Miss Annette, one of these days your father's going to be a real Bronco riding ranger. I do not think so, Wade. He likes to ride, yes, but it is likely effortless to speak English. You go along fine for a while then suddenly, poof, he storms. That is true on a horse as well as when he sleeps. It is why I do not like to see him ride alone. That is all right. What could happen? Many things, everyone knows that he carries on him always great sums of money in his money bag. He just refuses to put it in the bank, huh? Please. The moon was cool and passing a silver glow on a rock with its ground. When George Durant rode slowly into Little Canyon, he peered from side to side as if seeking someone. He saw his horse near a large boulder and smiled as he saw a man step into his path. Oh, Mr. Durant, oh, oh. Ah, shop, it is here you wait, no? It is more what you call, um, pleasant this evening, is it not? My Annette keeps it. But shop, shop, what are you doing? Why is it you raise your gun like that? Shop! At that moment, the long-range Durant Trotto were riding across the mesa. When they heard the shots from the canyon. Trotto, hear that shot. Them come from canyon, Kimitani. There's a trail straight ahead that leads down there. We're going, Trotto. We'll see you there. Many minutes later, the long-range Durant Trotto found George Durant lying in Little Canyon, badly wounded. There was no other person in sight as the masked man knelt beside Durant and tried to stop a flow of blood. The Frenchman sensing death was near, tried to speak. Don't try to speak, we want to know who shot you. You understand? You do, alright. Now as you're able, use the end of the stick to write the man's name in the dirt. You understand what I mean? You're out, started to move the stick, then stopped. The moonlight revealed a stricken look in his eyes. A look that became moving again as he began to press the stick into the dirt. He moved the stick convulsively. But when he stopped, he had made the outlines of a sombrero. He closed his eyes, opened them again, then started to make another figure. But the stick fell from his hand as he gasped and died. There was nothing we could do to save him. No. What Kim was having there? Him not write name like you say. Him make mountain. A mountain? Let me look again. Yes, it could be that. It looks more like a sombrero. I think we better move his body away from here. But the ranch not far from here. Up Canyon trail to North. That's right, the tricorn ranch. The one that... Tutto, the tricorn ranch is owned by a Frenchman named Durant. The language this man spoke was French. Perhaps it is George Durant. Maybe. Tutto, right across the mason, take this short trail to town. Find a sheriff and have him come to the tricorn ranch. I'll move this man's body there and be waiting for you. When Anette Durant answered the knock on the ranch house door and saw the masked man, she gasped in terror. Then when she saw the body of her father, she became hysterical. The father! The father! No! But by the time the sheriff and his men led by Tutto arrived in front of the house, the soothing words and manner of the lone ranger had calmed her greatly. You remain seated. I'll open the door. Sheriff Tom Roswell and his posse passed the ranch of Chapman O'Neill on their way to the tricorn. O'Neill, who was riding through his gate, turned his horse and joined them. As the door opened and the lone ranger appeared in the opening, Chapo O'Neill's reaction was immediate. He leaped in front of the sheriff's gun in hand and pointed it at the masked man. What's the idea? You murder and farm it. You're the one who killed Mr. Durant, aren't you? Stop it, Mr. O'Neill. Put away that gun. What? What sheriff? This man is masked. He's here. And he's the one who found Mr. Durant's body and sent his Indian friend for me. I'll put away the gun. All right. Thank you, Sheriff. You arrived here fast. We left right away. Mr. Durant, I'm sorry about this. Yes. You must find the man who killed my father. You must. I'll try, Mr. Ant, believe me. Now, stranger, suppose you tell me how you happened upon the body. The lone ranger told of finding George Durant after hearing the shots and related in detail the last moments of the dying man. And instead of running a name, he drew what I take to be the picture of a hat. May I offer an explanation perhaps? Certainly, Mr. Ant. Prepare when he is a boy who has studied to paint pictures. Draw, you know. Perhaps he thinks he is better able to make clear what is in his mind if he draws a picture instead of writing in the English he finds so difficult. I'll bet that's it. Stranger, you say it's possible to see this picture he drew in the moonlight? Yes, it was lighter then, but I have candles in my pack. We'll go there now. May I go with you? I may be able to help you with this picture, I mean. Yes, sure, Mr. Ant. Come along. The man and Anette Durant stubby the ground in the canyon, scanning the picture made in the dirt with the aid of the Charlotte Lanterns. Boswell was the first to speak. He addressed the lone ranger. I agree with him. It looks like a somberle. Yes, that is what I think. Those last few lands Papa made, they made with band on their hat and the dents in the crown. But what does it mean, a hat on their hat? That's it. That's what he meant. He told you he'll kill them right there. What do you mean, Mr. O'Neill? Yes, chef. Tell us what it is you mean. Did you hear what this mad man said? Hat on? Get it? Mr. Ant, where's your form and weight hat on? Oh, gone, Mr. O'Neill. It looks like you hit it. Hat on the ground is what he drew. Hat on? Yes, Mr. Ant. Where's Wade Hatton? I do not know. He left the ranch soon after Papa drove over. I think we'd better question Wade Hatton. Come in. We're going back on the main road and we're going to look for Wade Hatton. The posse of method by O'Neill, the lone ranger and throttle came upon Wade Hatton as he was leaving town, heading back towards the tricorn ranch. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Hatton on his horse looked stunned when Sheriff Men surrounded him with drawn guns and Sheriff Roswell spoke. Yes. You're coming back to my office, Wade Hatton. I have questions to ask you. You better answer them truthfully. I am holding you on suspicion of killing George Durant. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Sheriff Sam is a boy of ten. He busts right in the robbers den and gets his man because he knows. He's got gold power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got gold power. There he goes. He's feeling his Cheerios. Cheerios. Cheerios. That's Cheerios. The cereal shaped like little letter O's. And those O's stand for Oats. The good grain Cheerios is made from. 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 you have healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones and muscles. You can see that Cheerios is made to give you real gold power. So make sure you have a Cheerios breakfast every day. Then you'll hear people say He's feeling his Cheerios. Now to continue. Wade Hatton has started to learn if his employer's murder was questioned for almost an hour. He bore up under the interrogation and in exasperation said to the Sheriff You're out of your mind if you think that's what the picture means. I was out of the C. Barrel Ranch and there are five cow folks out there who swear I was with them all night. When Chapel Kneel left the Sheriff's office he'd gone to a nearby cafe where foreman and henchman Red Bissell waited. He gave angry instructions to Bissell who hurried to cafes and stores along the main street spreading the word of Durant's murder. Now as the crowd milled in front of the Sheriff's office O'Neill spoke to Bissell at a spot behind the mob. You sure have them royals. You made them think having killed Durant cold blood. Yeah, I said he killed and robbed them. Most of them know the Frenchman and like it. His alibi might hold up and the Sheriff would keep looking for the killer. I won't happen to him. Big E you may be able to get the girl as well as the old man's money. Don't make another remark like that or I'll shoot you. Get up there and take charge of that mob to a class. Red Bissell went to the porch on the building next to the Sheriff's office. The crowd unruly at first subsided as he signaled for quiet but then he spoke. They had a murderer inside the Sheriff's office. A cold blooded murderer who shot a good man because he wanted his money. Old man Durant was good to a lot of you fellas out there and you owe him something. Something like seeing that the man who murdered him doesn't get away with it. He won't get away with it. If that Sheriff has anything to say he's in on a thing with Hatten you see. I say we stood for too much silly salient with bad lawmen. Let's do things ourselves. Let's revenge old man Durant. Do I hear someone say Lynch Hatten? Yes. Let's hang the way we want to hang him. Then let's break down the doors of the Sheriff's office and get Hatten. Come on. Red Bistle with a lily or a chapel needle jumped to the ground and started for the Sheriff's office the angry mob shuffling behind. Suddenly a masked man leaped from the shadows at the side of the building and bolted onto the Sheriff's porch. The low rangers fired over the heads of the mob and faced them with two guns in his hand. Stop right where you are. The first man who comes forward will be shot. Who are you? What are you trying to do? I'm going to see that justice is done. You, whoever you are, you've been aiding this crowd onto a lynching bee. Man, he's been lying to you. There is no real proof that Hatten killed Mr. Durant. That's not true. Who are you? Many are going to stand there afraid of a single man in a match. I have friends behind you. Follow, show them. You see, there are others too. Yeah, look. Here comes Ed Mcdowell and two other Japanese inside. Mr. Mcdowell, they're after Hatten. I know, I heard everything. Man, shoot him down! Shoot him down! Get back, pistol! Drop that gun! Now, Mcdowell, you can't stop us! Now, stop! But Mcdowell's shot caught him in the shoulder. At the same moment, the two deputies fired over the heads of the crowd. Red is hit. Look at him. Anyone else want to start something? Anyone else? Then get away from here. Hatten will get a fair trial in the court. No mobs will rule this town. The crowd, like all mobs, was cowardly. The men slunk away, leaving the wounded pistol at the feet of the deputy sheriff and the lone ranger. The red pistol, fearing he was mortally wounded, began to groan. Don't save me! Don't let me die! Dad, don't let him do this to me! Where are you, dad? You won't die, pistol. I know I'll die. I'm feeling... When he put me up to this, the dead ran away. Who put you up to it, Red? Who had you lead the mob? Kyle, who ran away with the red... Sap... Sap... Oh... Oh... Oh... Hold it, Mcdowell. This sounds insane, but it might be the answer. You don't have to speak French to know what the word for hat is, do you? No. The French for hat is chapeau. The word this man said when he started the name chapeau-nil. Attomb your man, isn't it, Bessel? Yeah... Sap... Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Max-man. You mean that when he ran through that picture in the dirt, he meant chapeau-nil? Why not? He started to trace another line next to the hat when he died. Had he finished, he might have given us a second picture. And the complete name of his murderer. I don't know what to say. It's true, the chapeau-nil always needs money. He's thrown away most of what his father left him and the banks won't loan him anymore. Let's find out then how Sheriff Roswell's checking on Hatton. Look at Red, he's passed out. Bandage him, Pete, and take him inside and get a doctor. Right, Ed. O'Neill did leave with the rest of the crowd. I saw him talking to Bessel before. He must have it, yes. Let me see him go to horse-ride west, heading for his ranch, probably. Let's learn what's behind his trying to get Hatton lynched. I'm saying there's more to this than a mere play on the word-shap-hole. But what do we do? I have a plan in mind. I'll tell you about it on the way. It starts with me going to see O'Neill alone. We start from the ranch. Chapman O'Neill had been unnerved when a masked man kept Red Bessel from breaking into the Sheriff's office and had become panicky when his lieutenant had been shot. In response to a knock from outside, his legs became jelly-like as he saw the same masked man facing him. Where? What do you want? To warn you, chap. Never mind who I am or why I tell you. Red Bessel talked to the deputies. What? That's right. I don't know what he told them. They think they have the answer to everything now. You were the one who killed George Durant and took his money belt. Who said that? I mean, who? I don't have time to stay here. I only know they have a new idea about the picture Durant drew before he died. I should explain everything. Didn't he knew enough, Hatton? I don't see how. They do. By review, I get that money belt and right away from here. Before Sheriff Roswell returns and frees Hatton, that should have happened. Well, how do you... Wait, wait, wait! Tell me what... The lone ranger walked quickly into the night and away from the ranch house. When he arrived at the crumpled bushes near the gate, he slipped in beside Deputy Ed McDowell. All right. Be ready to follow him. I can't be sure that things will work out as I think they might. But I know that when I told him my story was actually shivering. Half an hour later, Chapel Neal entered the deserted cabin in Little Canyon, a place where he had buried George Durant's money belt. He lit a candle and placed it on the floor. Then he removed a pile of trash from the floor, which he had placed to cover the spot where the loot was hidden. There was a loose board and he placed the fingers of both hands beneath this and began to tug. The perspiration was screaming from his face as he finally tore the board loose. He held the large money belt in his hands. His frightened eyes suddenly enlivened by the feeling of possession. And then he heard the door open behind him. It was after midnight when Sheriff Tom Roswell brought Wade Hatton to Annette Durant and the Tricorn Ranch House. The long-range Durant Tato who had ridden with them to hear of the confession which O'Neill had made to the Sheriff, remained outside the house as Sheriff Roswell led the way. Inside the house, Roswell told the wide-eyed a net of all that had happened. Events he had become aware of only on his return to his office. And though wait story proved true when I was ready to free him, I had no idea that the guilty man would be waiting for me. To see Chep O'Neill did this terrible thing. My father called him friend. Yes. Your father loaned him money to save his ranch after the banks had refused. O'Neill never intended to repay the note. He asked your father to meet him secretly in Little Canyon to discuss his situation. Then he killed your father and took his money and the note which was also in the money belt. He destroyed the note, I suppose. We recovered it and the money. He intended to get rid of the paper at once, but he didn't have time. He heard men riding into the canyon after he shot Mr. Durant. He fled and hid the money belt in the cabin, then rode back to his ranch quickly. Who were the riders you just mentioned? Who scared him away? The masked man and the Indian. Oh, that wonderful masked man. Wait, darling. It was he who said your life, but he did not. No, he sure did, darling. But where is he now? And who is he? He's gone now. As he always goes when he's sure that justice has been done. And for what's happened tonight, we're all grateful to the Lone Ranger. The copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Trenzel Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer. Your announcer, Fred Foy.