 Firey horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a ha-hey-hay-oh 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! All over the country, in every direction, how ya, how ya doin' is a question, and here's what's to happen, that's what people have to say. Oh, Wheaties, let's do, do, do, do, do an okay. Do an okay? You bet the champs in good ol' New York are. Listen. In New York, we wait for Dave to see a guy called Willie Mays, cause Wheaties keeps him leaping high to grab those line drives on the fly, and Yogi Berra's the Wheaties lad, whose batting style makes pitchers sad. No matter how they throw the ball, that Yogi belts it through the wall. And look, both Willie Mays and Yogi Berra turn to Wheaties for extra energy, because there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties plate. Wheaties, breakfast of champions. Wheaties, party, do, do, do, do, do an okay. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful Masked Rider of the Plains let the fight for law and order in the early west in United States. Nowhere in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice. Let's turn 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 with us. For many weeks, people in small towns and the territory surrounding Black Rock lived in terror of the Harwood gang. Monty Harwood was playing solitaire in one of several shacks when a smooth-looking man entered. Hi, Barry. What's up? I brought news from Black Rock. Good. Sit down. The sheriff and a party have left to hunt you and your gang. You call that news? We've been hunted by a lot of parties. Sure, but don't get savvy. That leaves the town unprotected. Look, I went to work in the care fairs again. Wish I could tip you off, didn't I? Now when I bring your news, you think... Hold your horses, Barry. I'm interested, but I also got word from another one of the men that the sheriff brought in a bunch of cowpokes to stay while he's gone. Hey, where you going? Crawling lefty. Hey, lefty, come in here. I could have told you about those cowpokes. Then why didn't you? Well, you didn't give me a chance. Anyway, with a plan I have, they won't make any difference. Now, get this. Ten miles from here in a small town called Wood Hill, there's a traveling road show that's branded. You know, one of those carnival-type things with concessions and so forth. I suppose you want us to raid that broken-down road show, huh? Frankly, I don't see what that road show is. Will you hold on and listen? I know the owner. He calls himself Colonel Lamont. I used to travel with the show. Now, his performers and help are quitting on him. But for a few hundred dollars, he could get them to come to Black Rock with a show for a one-night stand. Look, here's my plan. We stake the Colonel to what he needs to pay his performers. I'll tell him I'll supply the wagon men and other workers needed. That's where you and the gang come in. I'm beginning to see what you're driving at. Not bad, huh? I still don't see it. Look, look, Leslie, you and Pete will bring the gang's horses and hide them in the gully near the children. That show will get the cow folks out of town tomorrow night. And while they're at the show, Monty and the gang will ride into town and grab everything they want. The Colonel won't know where you's in them until you've cleaned out the town and left. Right, Thunder Perry, I think your plan will work. Leslie, the gang's getting ready to ride to Wood Hill right away. Right, Mark. That evening, the lone ranger and his Indian companion, Toto, had made a temporary camp in a secluded grove of cottonwood just beyond the edge of town. Toto, who had gone into town, returned with news. Oh, Toto! Oh, Toto! Easy, Toto. Easy, Toto. Well, Toto, any news in town? Ah! Sheriff leave town this morning with Posse. Go hunt Harwood gang. Harwood is smart. He might decide to raid Black Rock while the Posse's out looking for him. Well, there plenty cowhands guard in town, Kimatabi. Sheriff haven't come in from ranch yet. But maybe there not be so many tomorrow night. Oh, why do you say that? When we see fellow in town tonight putting up big posters that tell about traveling Carnival. It play at Carnival grounds tomorrow night, just outside town. Hmm, that Carnival is coming at a bad time. Carnival's is something Cal Post can't resist. No, that's right. They usually advertise well in advance. Well, we hear fellow at Cafe say that Carnival traveled during night. And get to town at dawn. It's coming from east to here. Toto, we'll stay around in case Harwood's gang does cause trouble. I'd like to know why that Carnival is coming into Black Rock so suddenly with a little advance notice. That's pretty strange. Before morning, we'll ride over to the east trail and watch for it. Right now, we'll turn in and get a few hours sleep. The thinkwaves of dawn were in the sky when the long ranger and Toto who had ridden their short distance out the east trails pulled to a stop behind some big boulders to wait for the wagons of the road show. We'll be able to observe the wagons closely from here without being seen, Toto. That's right. Look, Kimitabi, we see wagons coming over right and trailing on them. Yes, you're right. We'll be passing this point. There's several big wagons. Here they come. Look at this. Oh, yes. Here they come. Yes. Here they come. You know, Jeff, my friend, you were the last person ordered I thought to pull me out of the hole. But then I suppose you just couldn't stand to see the great Colonel of my daughter. That's right, Colonel. I heard you were standing in your cell. I decided to do something about it. Toto, that's Colonel Lamontra. That's sure. But me and Taby Palahou ride with Colonel. What do you mean? Well, him, Jeff Berry, he's the first cafe in town. Me here? He'll never have much money. Yes, the Colonel was thanking him as a person who got him out of the hole in Woodville. That's right. Berry must have some reasons for wanting that show to come here quickly. And Lamont Road show is usually well advertised in advance. I know there's something about all this that doesn't ring true. We're going to find out just what it is. Come on, Toto. What's up? After watching the show wagons approach town, the long ranger and Toto returned to their camp. The long ranger thought a while, then spoke. I want you to help me with a disguise, Toto. I went to Lamont as an old, bewitching fellow. He soft-hearted enough to give me something to do. I'd ask to help take tickets so that I could be in a ticket wagon where I could talk to him. That's a pretty good idea. Me help fix good disguise. All right. Now, if I manage to get to the show, I want you to stay around town and keep track of what's going on. We'll arrange a signal so that you can come out and get in touch with me if necessary. Ah. Howdy, Colonel. Can I have a word with you? Well, howdy, mister. You're here early. The show doesn't open till after supper. Sure, sure. I know about that mighty fine show I hear. Yeah, mighty fine. Well, I've been hearing about the great Colonel Lamont's Road show all over the territory. Yes, sir. Well, that's fine, fine. I hope you tell everybody you know to come out here tonight, old timer. I'd sure like to work with your show tonight, sir. Say a job like hip and take the tickets, maybe? Well, I don't know about that. You see, old timer, you want to have a mighty big crowd? Yes, sir. Lots of cowpox in town right now. Well, all right. But as far as the pay goes, anything you say is all right with me. And you're hired. I'll give you $2 and you can see the show free. How's that? Fine, just fine. I'm ready to start whenever you say. Well, you just hang around the grounds and enjoy yourself. Come here to the ticket wagon at six o'clock. Thanks, the heat girls. Bye, Jiminy. After this, I can tell all my friends they worked with the great Lamont Road show. Yes, sir. We'll continue our long-range adventure in just a moment. So that Bobby is the boy of nine. He can really hit that line. He's the star because he knows. He's got go power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got go power. There he goes. He's feeling... Yes, it's a fact. Cheerios does give you real go power. You see, Cheerios is 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, 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 Cheerios is so much fun to eat with its distinctive O-shape and its wonderful toasted O-slaver. So tomorrow morning and every morning starts the day right with a Cheerios breakfast. Then you'll hear people say... All to continue. In his disguise as an old man, the lone ranger seemingly wandered aimlessly about the showgrounds. He came upon lefty and two other men who posing as rocks about were driving tent sticks. Hey! Now this is... Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Hey! Come here gripping yourself. Hey! Who's that old coot? I don't know. All on him alone, lefty. He's harmless. What are you doing around here, Grandpa? Go on, feed it. It didn't mean no harm, mister. In as we both worked for the road show, I could just be in friendly life. You say you work with the show? Sure do. Got hired a while ago. Yeah. Yep, take a ticket. Ah! Newcomer, huh? Colonel sure picks them old and decrepit, huh, boys? Yeah! Hey! Hi, fellas! Hey, come along with the horses, and I was wondering... Shut up, Jeff. Let's just see we got a figured goat keeping us company. Who are you, mister? And what do you want here? These are dried up sourdough lemont hired to help take tickets. Now go on, on your way. We don't want you here. Go on! I'm leaving, mister. No, you used to get rough. I'm leaving right now. It was almost six o'clock when he was to go to the ticket wagon at the little ranger ambling along like an old man passed a heavy grove of seedsbrush. He stopped suddenly and looked around as he heard. That's Pato's signal. I think it's in that tall brush. How are you? How are you? How are you? You find out something? I think I have, Pato. I watched three of the rest about driving tin sticks. From the way they went about it, I decided they weren't roughed about at all. While I was standing there, the gambler, Jeff Barry, came along. It screams him friendly with show workers. Yes, it is. Jeff Barry came to town early today. He'd say him buy tickets. Show tickets. Give tickets to everyone who come to the cafe. It could be that Barry's running a gambling concession at the showground. But even then, all those tickets he bought would take away any property he'd make. That's right. Come back in about an hour, Pato. Give this signal. I'll be in the ticket wagon. I'll see what else I'm able to find out. Later, the lone ranger posing as the old man was in the ticket wagon with Colonel Lamont. So far, only a few people had come to the ticket window, so they had time to talk. The lone ranger asked seemingly innocent questions. It, uh, must cost a lot to pay off all the folks you have working for you. Uh, Colonel? Yeah, it sure does, Pato. It seemed like I heard a tale that you had poor luck over young in Woodville. Uh, were you really bad off? Well, uh, all shows run into difficulties on the road. I, uh, did sort of run out of funds. Rarely, cause. Reckon you just walked into the bank, and time to start your going again. Was that it? No, no, not exactly. Well, it pays to make a name and make friends like I have. One of the friends I made came to me and offered not only cash, but men. See, my roust about walked out on the show. My friends suggested I bring the show over here for a night. Well, what do you know? I, uh, that was a nice fellow. Yes, Barry. Now, wasn't it? There I go, asking things that's none of my business again. Well, that's all right, all right. I don't mind telling you it was, Barry. Frankly, I never expected him to do a thing like that. But he did? Oh, yes, how many, please? Uh, two. There you are. Well, folks are beginning to come along. Soon I expect about everybody in town to be out here. Almost an hour later, the lone ranger made an excuse to leave the ticket wagon. He was heading for the place where he had met Tunnel before when he saw Lefty with Pete and Jeff's Barry heading back behind the tent. Several other men were gathered there in the shadows. The lone ranger moved close enough to listen. I reckon everybody's here, but Monty, give me along and tell us who's playing. Monty? No, I'm sure those men are cooking. Hey, you. What are you doing standing here? Answer me. Please, please, mister, you're hurting Monty. Yeah, kind of muscular for an old geezer. Hey, I'll hurt your words if you don't speak up. All right, I was just, just walking. Is that you, Monty? Yeah, I'm an old coyote standing here in the shadows listening. Get along there, you. Is this you, punches, we were talking too early? Hey, you, I thought you were supposed to be taking tickets. Oh, sure, I am. I was only... He was listening to you fellas talking. Who sent you here to spy on us? Come on, speak up. Please, please, mister, that hurts. Yeah, it's so illicit. You almost ticked him in too, Monty. Monty's treatment angered the old ranger. For a moment his strong muscles ached to lash out and smash his tormentor, but he knew he had to take it and still act as part if he were to find out all he wanted to know. Lefty suddenly spoke. Hey, if he were standing there long, he must have hurt plenty. No, no, I was not getting this way. I see you've hurt enough to know we planned to raid Black Rock. He won't get away to tell about it. Time up, throw him into that covered wagon. Yeah, all right, help me, Pete. At eight o'clock sharp, we'll meet in the grove where the horses are, and we'll hit for town. Monty and his men had dispersed, and it was well after seven o'clock. The lone ranger tied in the covered wagon and fluggled to free himself, but without success. Get loose somehow. No use, they're too tight. The thing is it didn't gag me. Telling wouldn't however do any good with all the shouting and other noises going on. Yeah, try our signal. Meantime, Tonto had been at the meeting place and waited for the lone ranger. Finally, above the carnival noises, he heard what he hoped to hear. Hurriedly, Tonto traced the sound to the covered wagon. He looked inside, then spoke into the dim interior. He must have been. Tonto, unbound hand and foot. I was hoping you'd find me. You soon cut the cord, Tonto. Now you're free. Tonto, the whole thing is clear. Harwood and his gang are working with his shell. Deathberry got them into it just for the one night, but the Colonel doesn't know that. They planned to raid the town. They'll leave here at eight o'clock. We'll not have much time. They must find a way to get their cowpokes back to town to forestall and capture that gang. How we do that, I'm not listening. Well, listen, there's one way I can think of. An old wooden building on the edge of town. The deserted mine building. What about building? It stands in a sort of rock quarry. They've set fire to it. It can't spread or do any harm. But the glow will bring everybody back to town in a hurry. Come on, there's no time to lose. A few minutes after eight o'clock, a red glow lifts the sky in the direction of town. First one, then another, of the men at the showgrounds notices it. Then the sharp tolling of a distant bell cuts through the noises of the midway. Fire bell in town. Look at the glow in the sky. We've got to get their funnels. Meantime, Monty Harwood and his gang had reached town. And leaving their horses openly at the hitch-track out front, they broke into the bank. All right, men, blow that bolt. Think quick about it. Hit the express office next. We'll have this charge ready to blow in a minute. Hey, what's that sound? Holy smoke. Look out the window. That glow means a fire. All right, Thunder, every hombre at the show will be here in a few minutes. All right, folks. Grab any loose cash. Let's get to the horses' throttle. Come on. Come on. Hey, it's you hombre to cross the street. Throw him there. Get to the front window. Cut him down. You got to get up to the horse. All right. The crowd's coming. Holy mackerel, look. Two hombre at this road between the buildings. You're heading to meet the crowd. Let's make a try for the horses now. Come on. Meantime, Monty Harwood and his gang met the men riding into town. Swinging around beside them, the lone ranger, still in his old man disguise, shouted, The Harwood Gang, that's the bank. Hurry. Hey, they're coming out. He reached for the bank. The crowd of Monty's cowposts forced the outlaws back into the bank building. Led by the lone ranger, some of them rose between the buildings to the back and dismantled. They can't get away now. They're trapped. Hey, one of them, get out. He's running along behind the building. I'll get him. Monty had managed to get out the back. His gun was empty and as he ran, heading for a grove of trees, he looked back. Reaching the grove, he stopped. They're the old man. And I'll break you in two. All right. Try it. Hey, your voice. That's hard. This is for what I had to take from you. Go ahead. I'll kill you for that. Oh, yes. The old man's beaten up that outlaw. Great day. Look at that. This will settle you, Harwood. Holy smoke, I can't believe it. An old scoundrel like you, beaten up Monty Harwood. Did you get all the others? Sure did. But the fire, we better get out. That's just the old building. Just the old building in the quarry. Now, I need to fight that fire. We set it to bring you men here. We bring horses, keep them coming. Hey, wait, wait, wait. Let me go here. They said it was old pop. By Sunday it is. Great day. You look different. I think Monty Harwood was surprised, too, Colonel. Don't say that, boy. There was a man who got me out of some trouble once, a mask man. I swear. Oh, just a moment. Turning his back a moment, the lone ranger put on his mask, which he carried in his pocket. Then he pulled away the false whiskers. He turned smilingly to pace the Colonel. Now, I feel more like myself, Colonel. Why, why it is you, my mask friend. That's right. I don't know, I suspected something was wrong, so I applied for a job with your show. This guy is an old man. Come on, go on. I'll take the two dollars I earned for taking tickets. Colonel. I always wanted to be in show business. At last, I'll be able to say I was paid for being with the Colonel. And here's your pay, sir. All this has almost made me speechless. That's unusual for you. Well, we'll meet again. Meantime, don't trust everyone you meet. Let's go, Talos. The men will take care of the outlaws. Audio's currently going to be closed. One, two, three. By golly, he sure had everybody fooled. Yeah, we want to know who that mask man is. Well, I'm sure Monty Harwood here would like to know more than any of you. Well, Monty, I'll tell you. That ombre is the Lone Ranger. The feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall 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.