 and the Hale Hale Silver! The Lone Ranger! Full Indian companion total, 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 thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoothbeats of the Great Horse Silver! The Lone Ranger rides again! Let's go recall! Indians are made not far! Yes, sir! Get on your way! Get on your way! Get on your way with Wheaties! It's encouraging for all of us to know that champions are made, not born. We can get ahead like Ted Klazuski, power hitter for the Cincinnati Red Legs. Here's the story of little Ted and how he worked to get ahead. By playing ball each chance he got and doing what the champs all taught, a bowl of Wheaties helped a lot. Now Ted slams them off the wall, still like Wheaties best of all. Why, big Ted Klazuski was raised on Wheaties and you bet he still eats them. Ted knows there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties place. Come on Ted, break up the game! 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. At sunset, the lone ranger and tautle were riding along the bank of a wide stream of clear water that ran through the valley. When they reached the stand of timber, the mask man signaled a halt. Hold on, hold on, hold on. Is this the big fella? Yeah, steady fella. Care here, tautle. Ah, Kimitabi. This good place. Plenty firewood. Plenty water. And grass for scalp and silver. Kimitabi. Yes? Look, Kimitabi. Upstream. Bottles float on water. A bottle? Both men stood beside their horses and watched the floating bottle carried toward them by the stream. Presently, the mask man said, Oh, there seems to be a piece of paper inside that bottle. Ah, that might. I'll get it. The lone ranger waited into the water knee-deep. Secured the bottle and returned to the tautle's side. Are they writing on paper? Yes, tautle. I'll break the bottle and see what's written. There, throw some dirt over the bottle glass. This looks like a page-twenty-minute book. What did he say? I'm a prisoner in the hillside hotel. Bring law. Save me before it is too late, son. John Hercimer, room 200. John Hercimer. You know him? Yes, tautle. He's a fine old gentleman. His son is one of the most brilliant engineers in the country. He's built several railroad tunnels. Well, he's here at Jack Hercimer. I met Jack and his father during the building of a tunnel for the Union Pacific. Well, okay. He must be in the town of Hillside. In this valley, a few miles upstream. You go there? Yes. I'm tired of bangers and cooking gear, tautle. We leave them here so the horses will carry no extra weight. While you're doing that, I'll rig a disguise. In his saddlebags, the lone ranger carried expert clothing, as well as materials to change his complexion and the general appearance of his face. After a few minutes of work, he looked like an aged prospector as he stood on mask beside his horse. Well, I'll be right back. He's the big fella. Following the bank of the stream, the lone ranger and tautle rode upstream for about an hour. It was dusk when they reached the edge of the woods and halted their horses. Chartwood and stone foundations were all that remained of the buildings that had once made up the settlement. Only the two-story hotel had escaped the fire that destroyed the town. The hotel which stood close to the steep hill at one side of the valley was badly in need of repair. It looked like no one lived there now. Well, soon find out. He's the big fella. Stay here with the horses, tautle. You go to the hotel alone? Yes. I'll try to learn something about John Hagemer. During the walk of about 200 yards from the woods to the hotel, the lone ranger moved with a shuffling gate in keeping with his disguise as an aged prospector. As he neared the building, he noticed that only traces of paint remained from the split and broken clappards. There were many broken windows. As he crossed the covered porch, the door was opened suddenly by a heavily-built woman who held a gun in one hand. I saw you coming, mister. State your business and be quick about it. Well, this being a hotel... Not anymore. It's a private home and it's mine. Oh. The last time I came here, there was quite a town and the hotel was a-running. That's when a lot of galutes like you were searching for gold in the hills. Yes, ma'am, and a number of men found gold. Didn't last. When the claims petered out, a lot of people moved away. The rest of them left after the town burned down. Now there's no one here but my husband and me and we're not running a hotel, so if you're- Ma'am, I-I'm looking for a gent named John Herkimer. John Herkimer? Yep. I-I never heard the name. Now, shove on, mister, I'm busy. Just stay out of here! That's my husband. He-he's a bit local. Oh, you don't say. I reckon I'd better explain. You see, most of the time, Joe's all right. But every so often, he has a spell when he thinks everyone's trying to kill him. During those spells, I have to keep him locked in his room. Oh, do the two of you live here alone? Yeah. Joe's spells are worse when others are around. That's why we live in a deserted place like this. We bought the hotel for practically nothing after the town burned down. Now, mister, will you clear out? Yes, ma'am. Sorry I bothered you. Good day, ma'am. Good day. Take Sloan, watch the visitor leave the porch and walk slowly toward the woods. Then she went inside and closed the door. Her husband appeared from a side room. Joe, that man was asking about Herkimer. I heard the talk. Why do you suppose he thought Herkimer'd be here? I don't know. Herkimer yelled for help. I heard him. I'm going upstairs right now and find out about it. I'll go with you. I sent Lucky to keep an eye on Herkimer when you saw the stranger approach in the front door. When he yelled, I didn't know what to say. He thought fast, Kate. That was a good story he told about me having spells and having to be locked in a room. Joe Sloan and his wife walked along the second floor corridor to a room in the front of the hotel. They saw John Herkimer, Sr., father of the young engineer, unconscious on the bed. Lefty stood at his side and explained. I hid it with my gun barrel, Joe. I came here to watch him like you said, but he cried out real sudden. He took me by surprise. How bad is he, sir? Oh, he's not as much. I just tapped him. He's coming too. Oh, man. My head. Herkimer, we've been giving you and your son money fine treatment, but it seems you don't appreciate it. You try to make trouble for it by yelling for help. Do you think I like being held prisoner? Do you like it even less from now on? I'm cutting out all the fancy trimmings you've been getting. No more books to read or wine to drink or swimming in the river. Take those books, Lucky. Yeah, right. And take the wine away from him. Well, where is it? I have finished it. Where's the empty bottle? It is carried out a couple of days ago with a food tray. Red picks up the dirty dishes. He must have thrown it out. Herkimer, we're nearly through with our job. If you want to go free with your son, you'd better not make another play to cause trouble. Meanwhile, the Lone Ranger rejoined Totto in the woods. During the gathering darkness, he removed his disguise and put on his own clothes and mask while he told of his visit. And when that woman said she and her husband lived there alone, I knew she was lying. I can see through the hall that the dining room and the table were set for at least six people. There may be more. There may be also a live-up husband, having six bands. Probably. The cry was cut off sharply as if someone had startled a man or knocked him out. Maybe it's Herkimer. That's possible. Now, keep us happy, His. What we do now? We wait until it's dark. Then leave the horses here at ground hitch and go together to the hotel. And we'll go quietly. A short time later, the masked man and Totto moved silently and kept concealed as well as possible in underbrush that grew along the bank of the stream. There was no movement. But the thin starlight revealed a man sitting on the ground near the water's edge. He seemed to be watching a light at front window on the hotel's second floor. There might be a guard in the room. We capture him. Yes. The guard was wholly unaware that anyone was near until strong arms gripped him from behind. Before he could cry out a hand, was clamped across his mouth. A gun had capped him in the back and a low voice said, Keep quiet if you want to stay alive. The guard knew better than to struggle. Threatened by a gun, he remained quiet while Totto gagged him and tied his hands and feet. Well, stay here and watch him cuddle. I'll come to the porch roof and see who's in that leaded room. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. This is Mel Allen, sports announcer, coming at you again and hammering away with those five big words, champions are made, not born. Let me tell you about the kangaroo kid Jim Pollard of the World Champion Minneapolis Lakers. Jumping Jim wasn't born, to dunk those layups. He practiced hard when he was a youngster and just as hard today. And is it any surprise that Jim Pollard has been eating Wheaties since he was 11? Take another pro basketball champ, Bob Davies of the Rochester Royals. Ever watched Bob bring that ball down the floor? Well, he started working on that dribble way back in grammar school and eating Wheaties even then. It's more than practice, more than hard work, more than the will to win. It's also a matter of eating right. Sure, it's Wheaties I'm talking about, Wheaties, ball after ball. Why there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties place. Yes, sir, you bet your last ball of Wheaties, champions are made, not born. Get on your way with Wheaties, breakfast of champions. Now to continue. A short time later, the masked man was on the hotel porch. By standing on the porch raving, he gripped the edge of the veranda roof and threw himself out. He made his way to the lighted window, peered cautiously into the room and saw a John Hookimer tied hand and foot lying on the bed. There was no lock on the window. The lone ranger opened it and stepped into the room. He threw a knife as he stepped to the bedside. Mr. Meryl, have you free in a few seconds? I remember you. Do you in Pacific? Yes, yes, yes. You have the free other feet. Again, you cooks live here. They captured my son and me. The door. Class be quiet. Hey, don't! Never told you. Class be quiet. Class be quiet. Class be quiet. Come on upstairs. I'll drag this man into the room. The other down stairs, he had his dick coming. Now close the door. Here, take this man's gun. Here's my knife. Free your feet. I'll try to hold the other back. While Hookimer worked desperately to cop a heavy roper on his ankles, the lone ranger drew his gun. When he heard the voices of the outlaws in the hall, he fired through the door. Hey, watch out! More bullets are running from the one who opens that door. The masked man stood to one side, away from the bullets that splintered through the door. He saw that Letty was still unconscious, then glanced at Hookimer. Your ankle free. Go out the window. Where's Dr. Youssef? Well, I said, still goes. Let's close it. Get out while those ghosts are deciding on the next move. I'll follow you. Drop from the porch roof and go directly to the stream puddle there. My son is... We can't have anyone unless we escape. Now, hurry! Despite his age, Hookimer moved with speed and agility. He went through the window, down the sloping roof and dropped to the ground. The lone ranger followed. The two ran toward the stream, joined Toto and hurried to the woods. In the woods where they had left Scotland Silver, the lone ranger listened to John Hurkimer. As you know, the old hotel was built against the foot of a mountain. Yes. My son, Jack, received a letter from a man named Sloane, asking him to call at the hillside hotel to discuss rebuilding the town. Well, I went to the hotel with him and we were both captured. By Sloane? Sloane and six other crooks. Sloane's wife was there, too. They wanted my son to do a job for them and threatened to kill me if he refused. How long ago? Several weeks. They treated me very well, but they made it clear that my son would be killed if I tried to escape. They allowed me to go to the river under guard to bathe and gave me anything I wanted to eat and drink. I asked for wine so I'd have an empty bottle. Yes, we found the bottle in your note. That's what brought us to Hillside. I managed to get it into the stream without being noticed by the guards. What about your son? I haven't seen Jack since we were captured. I went to the hotel earlier, posing as a prospector. Oh, so that was you? Yes. I cried out. Yes, I heard you. From the talk I'd overheard, I knew the crooks were nearly through with their job and I was desperate. After you left, they tied me as you found me. They planned to finish their work tonight. What are they trying to do? The leader of their gang is in the new prison and he's the only one who knows where the gang's money is hidden. So they're going to break him out. How? They're going to break him out below of it, but there's a tunnel through the mountain. The better the stream that dried up years ago. One end of the tunnel opens into the cellar of the hotel. And the other end? It opens into the valley on the far side of the mountain. But at one point, it goes near the new prison. Oh. The crooks are working in relays under the direction of my son to cut a side tunnel that will lead directly beneath the cell of their leader in prison. Then they'll cut through the floor and let him out. How do they know which cell the leader occupies? They're in touch with Regan's lawyer. Regan? Yes. They call him Rifle Regan. Kimusavi, you have captured him. Yes, he's in prison for life for stealing army rifles and telling them to Indians. The law has been looking for the rest of his gang. They expect to get him out tonight. Yes, Oliver. First time ever, you ride double on Tata's horse. Yes, sir. Tata will go to the place where we left our gear. Wait there. Kimusavi. They'll kill my son. Let's hope there's time to revent it easy. Is there any big fella? Come on, Tata! Riding at top speed, the long ranger guided his great horse, Silver, over the high, cleverest mountain to the new territorial prison. He was met at the gate by armed guards. Oh, Oliver! Oh, he's a very big fella. I must see the warden right away. Oh, hold on, Mass. Men are not... The warden will not question my Mass. And in this Silver bullet and tell him I'm waiting. The warden remembered the man who carried Silver bullets, the almost legendary figure who had helped capture the notorious outlaw Rifle Regan. He came and pushed him to the gate and escorted the lone ranger to his office. I'm very glad to see you again. If you're hungry... The warden, I came here at top speed because every second counts. Regan's gang is finding a jailbreak. A jailbreak? Well, I'm not worried. This prison is... Yes, the walls are high. The locks are strong and the guards are to be trusted. But Regan will escape unless you act fast. But how can he? Through the floor. The floor? Yes, his gang is tunneling underground. They reach a point beneath his cell. Now, if we work fast, we may be able to capture every member of the Regan gang. But it will take a half a dozen men with guns. We'll have a dozen. Just tell me what to do. Later that night, Jack Hookamer, thin and tired from weeks of work and worry, stood in the tunnel with Joe Sloan and several others of the gang. Hurry up, Hookamer. According to my calculation, we should be directly beneath Regan's cell right now. What? You mean if we break through the ceiling of the tunnel and come into Regan's cell? I think so. You'd better be right if you expect to see your father alive. You heard him, boys. Dig the ceiling. All right. When we throw up a few feet, we should hit rock. That'll be the floor of the cell. Jack, how do we cut through that rock? Listen, floor is made of big slabs of rock. Work around when it'll drop. Standing on improvised platforms, the men who dug at the ceiling of the tunnel presently heard their picks strike solid stones. That's it, boys. Make the dirt away carefully. We're to the edge of that stone slab. We are. Now found the edge on this side. Careful now. Don't stand beneath it. How thick are those stone slabs? About three inches. When we get one of them out, will it be room for Regan to get out? Yes. It's room. It's about to drop. It's coming. Here she comes. There's an open space above. Let's hope it's Regan's cell. It better be. It is. Regan's looking down at us. Make room for me on that platform so that I can talk to her. All right. Come on. Let me get in there. Hi, Regan. Howdy, Sloan. I've been waiting for you. Are you alone, Miss L? Yeah. What about the guy? He'll be taking up for a couple hours. Come on, then. We'll be miles away by the time they discover that you're gone. There's a wooden platform right beneath the hole. You can get down easily. I'm going somewhere, Regan. Hey, who's that? The wooden. He's at the cell door. I've got to get on there fast. Come on, Regan. Go ahead, Regan. You'll be back. You'll be back. What do you mean? I don't know. You're all set. Come on. Come on in the tunnel. Two doctors. See anyone? We'll shoot our way through the tunnel. Here's an extra gun. Oh! That bullet hit the gun. We're ready if you want guns, leg. We've got to get past those men. Come on, boys. Open fire and put out that lantern. The low ranger and the man assigned by the prison warden to help him could not be seen in the dark tunnel. But the outlaws, even after extinguishing their lanterns, were visible targets in the light that came through the hole from the cell above. I hit my arm as fast. We got no chance. I'm up in the left tail if you don't want to be shot. I'm calling. Go on. Don't shoot me. Don't move. Make room for me in the platform. That's the only way out of the tunnel. Come on. For the outlaws, there was no choice. To escape the gunfire, they climbed through the hole into the tunnel ceiling. Meanwhile, the warden and armed guards had entered Regan's cell. Each man who entered through the hole in the floor faced gun. There he is another. All right, drop your gun. Stand over there against the wall where you fell. No more of that trick. Regan, did you help set this trap? No, I didn't know anything about it. Jack Kirkimer came into the cell after all the crooks had been captured. He was followed by the masked man. The warden grinned and said, give the masked man a hand. I can make it warden. Are you alone? Yes. Your men who were with me have gone back to the tunnel. They'll return here with throne's wife. How are you, Jack? Well, I'm all right, but I don't understand. Your father sent us here. My dad. Is he all right? Yes. You'll be with him before daybreak. Oh, thank goodness. Boys, take those crooks to the detention cell. That'll hold them till they're assigned to permanent quarters. All right. Come on. Get along. You crooks are going to be in jail for life. Jack, you want to go back to the tunnel with me? Through the tunnel? Yes. I left my horse at the hotel. We'll ride double to the camp where your father's wedding. All right. Jack, there's a chance that few men get it. You're going to ride with a lone ranger on his famous white horse. And you're going to hear the cry that thrills the hearts of law-loving people in the west. It's Hio Silver away. We'll return in just a moment for a word about our next exciting lone ranger adventure, 515 Deadline. Team and Jimmy is eight years old. He is strong and he is bold. He can catch your outlaws 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. Hey, you ought to try Cheerios, the delicious food with go-power. Cheerios is the old cereal that needs no cooking. Add milk and you've got just the breakfast to start a healthy, happy day. It's real muscle-building food. Every spoonful contains vitamins, minerals and proteins your body needs. They help give you healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones and muscles. So eat Cheerios. People will say... He's feeling his Cheerios. The headlight of a fast approaching train reveals a lone ranger working desperately to cut the rope that held his Indian friend Toto to the gleaming rails. This ripping situation and the events that lead up to it will thrill you in our next mile-a-minute adventure. The Lone Ranger, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, is created by George W. Trendle, produced by Trendle Campbell Muir Incorporated and directed by Charles D. Livingston. Tonight's drama was written by Fran Stryker. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Grace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Foy. The Ranger is brought to you by General Mills every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at this same time. Be sure to listen. This recorded program has come to you from Detroit. This is ABC Radio Network.