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Cheerios are a real oat cereal, already cooked with that delicious toasted oat flavor. So that's for you. Well-tasting Cheerios and milk for go-power. Eat them every morning and you'll hear... She's feeling her Cheerios. With his faithful Indian companion title, the daring and resourceful master writer 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 hoof beats of the great horse, Silver! The lone ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! Let's go be close! I am Silver! Gunner Hooker was a tough killer and clever at avoiding the law. For some time, he had led a small gang in the southwest territory, and his successfully Beijing of the law caused him to believe he was infallible. One day, Gunner and his three followers waited behind boulders on the slopes of a wide valley near the town of Rockport. Gunner was saying... The express from the East carries plenty of variables, men. The log barricade we put on the tracks down there will bring the train to a stop when we move in. That's good. Senior, you wouldn't make this all rich before long, but I hope you're not making the mistake now by having us hold up a train. There's only four of us. Well, good gun slicks are better than a dozen who are only average, Connors. Oh, don't worry, Connors. Whatever you say goes with us, eh, Mangle? Yeah, sure. That's right, Carlos. We're with you all. The Easton Express is coming. Have your guns handy, and when I give the word, we ride out shooting. The long ranger and his Indian friend, Toto, rode a ridge trail overlooking a wide valley. The train comes through valley from east to Easton. Yeah, it will stop and watch it go by, Toto. Oh, Toto, oh, Toto, oh. Me think you know me like what trains, eh? Yes, and they have a certain fascination for me, too, Toto. I think most people are secretly fascinated, but it's part of a train speeding by. Ah, it takes people places 25. That's right. In the coming something wrong, trains stop and near end of valley. It's a hold up. Come on, Toto! At breakneck speed, the masked man's Indian rolls down into the valley towards the train, which had stopped. Here's your gun, Toto. As they approached, they saw the horsemen, four of them, turn and ride away in different directions. Without stopping, the lone ranger pursued one of them, while Toto started after another. The man whom the lone ranger was chasing turned and looked back, then fired. The bullet fell short, then as the masked man moved closer, he saw the fleeing rider holster his gun and knew it was empty. I will move up on him. Gradually, the distance flattened between the two men. Then the lone ranger reached for his larion. A moment later, it's made forward and tightened him off the outlaw's chest. Silver instinctively broke his trine and braced himself. Oh, stop! Easy, silly big fella. Hey, what's the idea? Mask on. Get up and put your hand behind you. Get up! All right. Quickly, the lone ranger tied the crook, then helped him onto his horse and bound him securely to the saddle. Well, that will hold you. Hey, I don't get it. What are you going to do? Turn you over to the sheriff and rockport. Now, hold on. You're an owl who's yourself. Why, think what you like. You're going to jail. What's going on, huh? Another step away came a colleague. Hey, an Indian on a pink. Now I get it. A masked ombre on a white stallion riding with an eagle. You're the lone ranger. That's right. Well, I wouldn't do a hookah. Here's the deal. You want a hookah? Yeah. I see you heard of him. We're here to find hookah and his gang. I don't know. We'll take this man as a sheriff and rockport. All right, let's go. I'll lead his horse you right behind him. Uh-huh. Come on there. Come on. Come on. Come on. When they reached the outskirts of rockport, the lone ranger and taco stopped in a grove with their prisoner. What's going on? How do you take the prisoner to sheriff's dales? Tell him what happened, that this man is one of Gunner Hooker's gang. Uh-huh. Ask the sheriff to come here to talk to me after he jails the prisoners. Uh-huh. Let me take him to sheriff now. Get him out of the town. Out of the town. Out of the town. Out of the town. Within a short time, Pothole returned with Sheriff Dale. Who is that? Who is that? Who is that? Who is that? Who is that? Who is that? Who is that? Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir. Very heard of you. Have you seen your son? Who's this? He helped me capture the cook, he robbed the bank two months ago. And that he glad to know you came to hunt the hookah gang. You, we have one of them anyway. Maybe we can get him to talk, yeah? I doubt it, Sheriff. But we've got to find some way to get to him and the rest of his men. There's all a bunch of killers. Sheriff, if that person should escape, he'd head immediately for Hooker's hideout. Yeah, but he won't escape. He's well guarded. And you don't got my point. I suggest you arrange a lot of them escape. Of course it must be done in such a way that you're not suspected of arranged. Well, I get it. You think if he gets away, he'll head for the hideout and then we'll follow his trail, is that it? Yes. In that way, we'll be able to capture the entire gang. It's a little unusual, but by Sunday it'll be worth trying if it means grabbing Hooker and his men. We count as four when we saw them leaving the scene of the train hold up a while ago. But that small gang have done more damage and killed more people than many a big ones. That's why we must take drastic means to capture them. All right, Mickey. I'll go along with your plan. Just tell me how you think we ought to go about it. All right, Sheriff. First, have a party waiting in the grove behind the jail. Then instruct the guard, Sheriff Lee. I want to take food to the prisoners. Meantime, in a hideout track in the nearby hills, Gunner Hooker paced the floor as he talked to his two pals. He doubled back and saw the embrace of Corkchick, a masked man in an Indian. They headed for Rockport. Well, Gunner, I don't know why those outlaws led him towards town. Don't be a fool, Carlos, the masked embrace alone rings us. I have hear much about him. Yeah, so have I. That means they turned Jake over to the law, Gunner. That's right. You think Jake was caught, maybe? You know better than that. If I was a masked hombre, just what would I do in a case like this? If I couldn't get a prisoner to talk, I'd be stumped. Unless a little sportsman was. Unless the prisoner escaped. Then I'd follow him to the hideout. Oh, could Jake escape? He'd be well guarded. Yeah, he'll be well guarded. So if he does escape, it'll only be by arrangement. Oh, you mean they might let him escape, huh? That's what I'd do if I were the lone ranger. Yeah. Yeah, the more I think of it, the more it makes sense. So it's up to us to take precautions in case Jake gets out of that jail. Late that afternoon, Sheriff Dale sat at his desk waiting for the guard to return from the cafe with a prisoner's food. His office was a large one-room building with two cells facing a corridor that led to a rear door. The sheriff glanced at Jake sitting sullenly on the cell bunk. Then the guard entered. That sheriff is the slave for the prisoner. Good. We'll feed him early and get it over with. Now that you're back, I'm going to the cafe. When the deputy comes in, they send him to stable our horses and they're still at the hitch-rack behind the office. We won't meet him anymore, the sheriff. Yeah, all right, Sheriff. I'll see you later. Well, I might as well give you your supper, mister. Balancing the tray on one hand, the guard following instructions used his other hand to unlock the cell door. At the open the cell door, he dropped the keys. Oh, God, Gunnett. Here, you take the tray while I... Face this! Along your lung, cat. Back in the grove, the lone ranger and tautel waiting with the sheriff and pote watched as Jake rode hurriedly away. It worked. Here he goes. Now we'll tail him to the hideout. Come on, Hillary. The masked man and the pote, he kept on up the stride as they followed the tracks left by Jake. About a mile from town, they started up a rise when... Sheriff, I heard a shot up ahead. Now let's hurry. Come on, Hillary! Somebody land on the trail. Great day. If you stay pretty. Sheriff, I didn't realize this would happen. Gunnett Hooker must have anticipated our plan. You mean the prisoner? Our plan has failed, Sheriff. The escaped prisoner is dead. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. All over the country, in every direction All you follow, you're doing is the question And here's what the half of the people have to say People are weedy That's the do-do-do-do and okay Okay That's the word up north. Just ask the champion. Up north, we know what weedies mean. To guys like Slug and Harvey Keene, we love to see him belt that ball and make the fielders climb the wall. And Richie Ashburn, yes indeed. He plays baseball at weedy speed. Just watch him flash from base to base. This boy could win in any race. Yes, sir, Harvey Keene and Richie Ashburn are long-time weedies fans. Both of them know there's a whole kernel of wheat in every weedy's flake. Weedies, breakfast of champions. Now to continue. The lone ranger knelt a moment by Jake's body in spite of the fact that Jake would have been hanged for murder if he hadn't escaped. The masked man had a feeling of remorse but his plan had brought about the outlaw's death. He stood up saying, I'm sorry about this. I didn't realize Gunner Hooker was clever enough to force your plan. There's no need to feel bad about it, Mr. This killer was gonna hang anyway. I'll have someone take the body back to town and then we'll search the hills for Gunner and his fans. I'll leave the body for a while and try to find the tracks for the man who ambushed the prisoner. We'll join you later. Let's go, Tunnel. The lone ranger was more determined than ever to find Gunner and his men. He and Tunnel left the trail and carefully searched behind nearby boulders and in a nearby gully for signs of a man who had killed Jake. Finally, behind a large boulder, Tahoe stopped. Oh, well, that's easy scum. Look, you must have it. Down so someone stand here. Easy. There's an empty rifle shell. The killer's an expert shot. Uh-huh. Round bloody hard here but we see sign that says Gunner, go back under plane trees and maybe leave horse there. What side do you see, Thou? Look there. A stone show, white underside. It mean it just been turned over. And there, grains of sand still fallen into mark made by boot. Yeah, if you're right. You'll follow the sound into the grove. Come on. Moving slowly and scanning the ground carefully. The masked man and Indian walked back into the pine grove. It is very forced, Tunnel. Uh-huh. It's much easier to mark. The easier to follow. Yes, we got two in scouts. The two men followed the boot mark from the grove and some distance away lost them in a shallow creek. Undaunted, the lone ranger and Tahoe started a careful and tedious search along each bank of the stream. Until once again, Tahoe's keen eyes saw something unusual. Wait, you must have it. What is it, Tahoe? It's marks. Like someone used large brands to smooth over time. That's right. Come on, Tunnel. Come on. Right beyond this sandy part and look the tracks there. Uh-huh. Now they are hoof marks. Now all we may have a clear trail. Come on, Tunnel. At the hideout, Gunner Hooker looked up from the bunk upon which went Carlos and hid. Well, Carlos, how did you make out? Did anything happen? You mean Jacob's feet from jail? Yes. He gave a lonely trail riding fast and heading for the hideout. Well, poor Jake. He will never hang now. I'm sure he's dead. I took good aim and I do not miss often. I'd like to see that masked man face when he found the body. Well, you should have realized what he was looking for in there, Gunner. Yeah. I hope you took plenty of precautions to cover your tracks, Carlos. Well, that is something for which I have a reputation on me. No law man has ever been able to follow the trail of Carlos. In spite of that, we ought to think about leaving this territory, Gunner. Well, that masked man around things are getting pretty hot. Don't worry about him. I've already proved I can outsmart him, Mr. New. Rusty, it'll soon be sunset. But until it gets dark, I think you better walk to the big boulders on the rise just up the trail. You can see for a mile from there and you'll have time enough to get back and warn us if anyone's coming. The posse might be searching while it's like this. All right. Meanwhile, the lone ranger and Tonto had already passed the lookout point and had to fight at the shack. I don't know. There must be the hideout. I'll move to the brush to the front door. You circling thought behind the shack to the back window. I'll move cautiously. We don't want them to spot us. All right, let's go. Tonto left the lone ranger who moved carefully through the tall brush toward the front of the shack. He stopped a moment and crouched behind the brush. At the eye-to-side window of the building where no one was watching, suddenly, this is a surprise. I have this gun right at your back, man. What now? I'm taking you to the shack as soon as I get your guns. I saw you sneaking through the brush. Lucky I left the shack before you got a chance to see me. Now, I'll... I won't keep you in quiet. Good work, Tonto. Let me over you out there. See brush moving behind you. I'll be right back in here when we go to the shack for the other two. In the track, Gunner and Carlos sat down to play cards. I'll deal first, Carlos. All right, old senior. You'll give me better cards than I usually get. You're just not as lucky as I am, Carlos. Wait, sir, please. Get them, Carlos. You drop guns. Knee at window. Hold it! I'll pick up the guns. All right, I have the guns. I'll come in and tie them while I keep them covered. You and that rust can think you're smart. Maybe. So, Gunner, you did not outwith them after all. And I don't tell you why Rusty didn't see them and warn us. Your pile of rust is tied up outside. I just come in a long trail. Maybe you think them puffy. Good. They must have heard the shots. Tie these two killers, Tonto. It took only a few moments for Tonto to tie Gunner and Carlos securely. Just as he finished, the sheriff and his posse stopped outside the shack. Hey, Tim, do you cut it? We heard the shooting came with a gallip, but it looks like you've got everything under control. The third man has tied up a short distance from the shack, Sheriff. Oh, three of them will hang for the murder of that escaped prisoner. You can't blame me for that. Carlos is the one who shot him. Oh, he was willing to get Carlos hanged to save his own neck. But listen, there is much I can tell you of others he has killed. Murder warrants are out for all of you. That's right. We'll pick up the hombre who's outside and take the three of them to jail for murder. All right, sir. We'll go get them and join you later in town. Adios, everybody. Adios, sir. So, Senor Gunner, you think you are the clever one, eh? You think you can outsmart the masked hombre like you do so many others, eh? Oh, shut up. You covered your tracks like you should have that masked man an Indian wouldn't have found this hideout. You're nothing but a long-headed fool. You are the fool, Gunner. The thinking you could ever hope outsmart that masked man. He's human enough to make a mistake once in a while, but you must admit that my way of thinking is no cooks or killies who can outsmart the lone ranger. Adios, sir. The Lone Ranger, a 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 Boy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.