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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! Have Cheerios every morning! Then you'll hear people say... He's feeling his Cheerios! With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful mass 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 hoofbeats of the great horse Silver! The lone ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! What's going on? I am Silver! Willard Benton was seemingly a quiet, friendly man of good character and steady habits. For several years he had been cashier of the Rock Point Bank and owned a small ranch outside of town. His fellow townsmen would have been surprised and shocked if they'd heard Benton talking to his ranch hands in the bunkhouse one afternoon. Men, the Rock Point mining company transferred their account to the Stockton Bank last week. Tomorrow is company payday and the payroll will be coming in on the stage from Stockton. Over $10,000 in cash. You figuring on grabbing that payroll, boss? Yes. The stage will pass through Pine Valley just before noon. That's where you'll pull the robbery. Then head for here and stay at this ranch until the excitement blows over. I'll come out tomorrow afternoon to divide the cash. Hi, boss! I ran onto something on the way back from town that'll interest you. What is it, Russ? I turned off the trail to water my horse in a stream near some cottonwoods. I saw a couple of riders turn into the cottonwood grove from the trail. They didn't see me. What about them? One of them wore a black mask and rode a white stag. You and the other was an engine. Holy mackerel, the lone ranger and his engine partner. I think we'd better forget about grabbing the payroll from the stage, boss. Yeah, that was all that's right. But it'd be risky with those two hombres around. We'll go through with a holdup. As for the masked man and his Indian friend, we'll kill them. The lone ranger and Tahoe had heard of the gang's operations and had come to the territory to help capture them. That night the moon was bright. As the two men were sleeping, shadowy figures moved cautiously through the brush toward the clearing in the cottonwood grove. The great horse Silver raised his head and caught their scent. He pawed the ground restlessly and we need a low warning. The lone ranger stirred slightly, then opened his eyes. Experience had taught him not to sit up or otherwise indicate alarm. Instead, he slowly reached out and touched Tahoe, then spoke in a low voice. Tahoe. Move quickly. We'll slide out of the blankets and crawl into the shadows. Come on. The two men moved into the shadows, leaving the blankets still rolled. A moment later, they heard cautious movements in the brush and heard a voice whisper, There they are. Let them have it. They thought who immediately fired in the direction from which the shots had come. They're leaving. Let's go to the horses. You think they're part of Outlaw Gang? It's possible. Hurry, we'll saddle the horses. In a matter of moments, Silver and Scout were bridled and saddled. Follow the moon's brides. They try to find the trail of those men and follow them. Easy city, big fella. The outlaws, surprised and disconcerted by the sudden turn of events in the grove, rolled hurriedly to town, telling the others to go on to the ranch but Ross went to the doctors to have his ear bandaged. Later, he entered the cafe. When Ross approached the bar, he noticed the sheriff standing there and staring at his bandaged ear. What happened, Ross? Somebody wing you with a bullet? Ross's first impulse was to deny the sheriff's observation. Then, changing his mind quickly, he said, Well, yeah, that's right, chef. It's just a nick that that bullet came out of close. Glad you're here so I can tell you about it. You see, someone tried to ambush me while I was riding in from the race tonight. You see who it was? Well, I got to look at him and found out. One wore a mask, the other was a red skin. I figured there were a couple of the outlaw gangs. Where'd it happen? About a mile back along the main trail. They came riding from a grove of cottonwood to the left. The moon is bright tonight. I'll form a posse and go out there and try to find them. You better come along. You and the posse go ahead. I'll join you later. All right. I gully, this could be the break I've been waiting for. That mask man in Indian may lead us right to the gang's hideout. Meantime, by the light of the full moon, the lone ranger and tanto carefully studied the ground until they found the tracks left by the outlaws. Then they started in the direction of Rock Point. The lone ranger was saying... The tracks lead toward town, tanto. That's right. Look, Kimisabi, riders coming over hill yonder. Look like posse. I think I know that sheriff, tanto. We'll stop and tell him what happened. Oh, oh, oh. Meantime, the sheriff and the posse saw the two horsemen. As they closed the distance between them, the sheriff spoke excitedly. Hey, that's bright enough to see the one of those and the other is in India. They're the ones we came to find, so have your guns ready, men. We gotta gun them down while we have the chance, sheriff. Hold it. They can't get away now. We'll take them prisoners. Oh, oh, oh. All right, reach. The lone ranger looked at the sheriff's face carefully, then spoke quietly to tanto. Do as he says, tanto. I was mistaken with a stranger. We're reaching, sheriff. Yes, sheriff. Those are the two arms raised at ambush dross. You better watch them close. We're not outlaws, sheriff, and we didn't ambush anyone. We came here... You're wearing a mask. We know you two arms raised jumped a ranch hand back along the trail a while ago. He came to town and told me about it. Lucky for you, you're full of just nick-desire. Even covered men. I'll ride close to this armor. The sheriff's horse moved in slowly. The lone ranger waited intensely, and as the sheriff reached out to take his guns, he dropped his hands in a lightning-like move. You don't screw one of his guns and held it against the sheriff's side. Reach, sheriff. Be quick about it. What the... Order your men to throw their guns into the brush, sheriff. No, don't... We'll throw our guns, sheriff. He might fuck you. I'm going right now. Come on, throw guns. Keep them fluffy. Good. I'll take the sheriff's. You will find your gun with the other sheriff. You might get away right now, mister. But by Thunderwheel Trail, you're next time we'll gun you both on sight. Let's go, total. After they were sure they had covered their trails sufficiently, the lone ranger and tato rode the back trail into town. While the masked man waited in the shadows, tato went into the cafe, hoping to find the man with a wounded ear. Later he returned to report. Tell her in cafe, have bandage on the ear came as hubby. Did he see you? No. No, me stay out of sight. Good. We'll wait across from the cafe until he leaves. Let's go. After waiting for some time in the shadows, the lone ranger and tato saw Russ wearing a patch of white on one ear. He went to the cafe and mount his horse at the hitch-rack. Come on, stay up there. There he goes. I got silver and scald and follow him. You said he'd be full of scaldies, you fella? No silver. Meanwhile, Russ rode directly to the Willard Benton Ranch where he put his horse into the corral. Then he entered the bunkhouse where Will, Arizona and two others were playing cards. Man, tell me you got clipped on the ear by a bullet rush. Yeah, I was lucky to get away alive. Those two are embraced with two smart firsts. The failure of you men to get them means they'll be on their guard from now on. Yeah, and maybe on our trail. Oh, don't worry about that. The sheriff and Posse are out hunting for him right now. Russ briefly told about his conversation with the sheriff at the cafe, saying... Those two are embraced. It'll be kept busy avoiding the Posse from now on. Well, take extra precautions to cover your trail after the stage hold up. You're still going through with it? Yes, 10,000 is a lot of cash. You four men rob the stage and come back here and wait for me. Now, let's turn in and get some sleep. I have to be on the job at the bank early tomorrow. And forget the Lone Ranger. I'll outsmart any move he may make. Unknown to Will Benton and his men, the Lone Ranger and Toto had reached the ranch just behind Russ. While he stabled his horse, they had left Silver and Scout back among the trees and made their way through the brush and darkness to the partly open back window of the Bunkthouse where they could hear the conversation. When Will Benton rose to go to the ranch house, the masked man and Indian hastily returned to their horses. Them members of Outlaw Gang came as happy. Yes, we've learned the leaders, a man named Besson, connected with a bank and rock point. Them planned to rob the stage tomorrow. Maybe if we tell Sheriff, he'll catch a gang. Toto, I'm sure the Sheriff has returned to town by now. I'm all up to midnight. I have something in mind. Easy city, big scout, easy fellow. 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 one that happy people have to say. It's all about the weedings. And do, do, do, and OK. OK. And that's the truth. Take California champions, for instance. Now, way out west, you'll hear us talking about a quarterback we call Van Brockland, a passing star with weedies' style who throws that ball a country mile. And Duke Snyder, too, is a West Coast man, a fancy slugger and a weedies' fan who takes his bat and scares them all when he knocks the hide right off the ball. Now, these two champions know that there's big energy in their favorite cereal because there's a whole kernel of wheat in every weedies' flake. Weedies, breakfast of champions. Keep party to your weedies and you, we do, do, do and OK. OK. Now, to continue. Later that night, the Sheriff and his deputies sat in the Sheriff's office, discussing the events of the evening when... Hey, what the... There's a masked man and an engine. Close the door. Mr. Urethan, nerviest hombre I ever saw coming in here like this. When are the outlaws? I came here to explain to you. Sorry, it must be done at gunpoint. You see, how did I came here to help find the outlaw gang? To help find the gang? Him, lone ranger, Sheriff. What? What's that you say? Him, lone ranger. Me, Tonto. We come to find gang. The lone ranger. I don't believe it, Sheriff. I still... Now, hold on, hold on. He must be. Look at those silver bullets and those fancy guns. And remember, he rides the big white stallion. Are you really the lone ranger, mister? That's right. Well, don't... Why didn't you say so when we... You told me to shut up. I don't take chances when men are holding guns. Do we need these guns now? No, no, of course not. I'm sorry about the misunderstanding. Most of your guns, Tonto. You see, mister, we started out to hunt you after a ranch hand reported you tried to gun him. That ranch hand is a member of a small outlaw gang led by a man named Benton. Benton uses his ranch as a hideout for the gang while he works in the bank in town. Well, that's a Willard Benton in the bank cashier. He's always been a quiet, steady sort of an umbrella. I can't believe it. We, uh, we know for certain, Sheriff. That's right. Well, it's a surprise and a shock to me, mister. Yeah, to me too. We found that there are five in the gang. Benton and his four so-called ranch hands. They plan to rob the stage tomorrow. We followed the man who had the wounded ear. We overheard them making their plans at the Benton bunkhouse. All right, Thunder, I'll take a big party and catch him in the act. He will not get Benton. He doesn't plan to be with him. I've, uh, thought of a way you can get evidence against both Benton and his men. How? I suggest you let them rob the stage. What? Yes. Meantime, send a telegram to Stockton. I'll listen closely. This is my plan now. Just after the bank opened the following morning, the deputy who had been at the sheriff's office the night before entered and spoke to Benton. Good morning, Mr. Benton. Good morning, Deputy. Hey, that little private business needs attention. I'd like to talk to you in the office. Of course. Come with me. Sure. What's up, Sam? Plenty. Good thing you got me the job of deputy so I could spy for you. The masked man and engine came to see the sheriff last night. Briefly, the deputy told what had taken place. Then he said... He had the sheriff telegraph the Stockton bank to send blank pieces of paper on the stage in place of the payroll. He figures the gang will grab the strong box and take it without opening it to your ranch. Yeah, that's what they would do. Go on. The sheriff and posse were to follow the stage, let the gang go through with the robbery, then follow them to the ranch and catch you and them with a stolen strong box. Oh, they'll be surprised when there isn't any holdup. Let me finish. The masked man and engine have gone to Stockton. They're going to bring the cash in their saddlebag. They'll be on the trail some distance behind the stage. Fine. I'll ride out to the ranch and tell them in. They'll stay in hiding along the trail, let the stage and posse go by. Then when the masked man and Indian come along, they'll gun them and take the cash. I'll ride with them. We'll cover our trail and come back to town. Benton and his men waited in hiding behind large boulders in Pine Valley. They watched the stage go by, followed shortly after by the sheriff and his posse. Meantime, a mile behind the posse, the lone ranger and toddler with a payroll in their saddlebags rode along the trail until they reached Pine Valley. A warm breeze was blowing toward them and as they started up a rise a short distance from the boulders. The intelligent stallion, Silver, caught the scent of men and horses. Sensing danger, he broke his stride and whinnyed a low warning. Oh, come on. Silver, give one and keep us happy. Yes, but this mountain needs the horses back among the trees and brush. And we'll move forward to the brush on foot to investigate. Scouts, easy, come on. Leaving Silver and Scout hidden in the tall brush under the trees, the lone ranger and toddler moved on foot in a wide circle through the thick undergrowth. Toddler pointed, saying, The men waiting with bronze cunts behind the boulder. They let the stage go by and molested. They must be waiting for us, Toddler. Somehow, Benton learned of our plans. We'll creep up on them and take them by surprise. Come on. The last man and Indian moved cautiously toward the waiting outlaws. Suddenly a crow with a loud crying cry flew from a nearby tree. Benton turned just in time to catch a glimpse of a figure dotting behind a large tree. Someone's sleeping up behind us. The outlaws fired as they took cover. The lone ranger and Toddler quickly returned their fire. One of them took a bullet. The odds are against us, Toddler. But we'll do what we can. At least we can stop them from getting to their horses. In the meantime, Benton talked hurriedly to his men. Listen, all of you. Arizona's wounded in the leg and can't be of much help. I'm sure the two men back there, the lone ranger and the Indian. There are four of us. Arizona will stay here and use his gun to draw their fire. Two of us will crawl through the brush to one side, the other two to the other side. We'll try to circle and get behind them, understand? Yeah, boss. Russ, when one of the men go to the left, I'll go with the other man to the right. Move quietly and cautiously. Just get those two hombres before they have the chance to get us. Now, let's go. Come on. In spite of his leg wound, Arizona continued to fire toward the lone ranger and Toddler. Toddler, I think only one man is firing at us. Ah. Keep your eyes open. The others may be trying to creep up on us through the brush. The two men hurriedly scammed the surrounding terrain. Then suddenly... Down, Toddler. That shot came from behind us. The masked man and Indian crouched in the brush. They realized they were in a dangerous position between the men firing from the boulders and those behind them. Using their guns now would divulge their location. They crouched in the brush and waited tensely. Then, riders coming from town came us up here. Look, the men running from behind us turned the boulders. The outlaw, they're heading for their horses. Use your guns. A bullet hit the outlaw, Russ, and before the others could reach the horses, the sheriff and his posse moved in firing as they came. Men and men caught between the Lone Ranger and Toddler and the posse caught desperately, but were soon forced to give up. A short time later, the Lone Ranger and Toddler mounted silver and scout and joined the posse. Oh, he's a good man. Good work, sheriff. Thanks, mister. When nothing happened at the stage, I figured something was wrong, so we backtracked. And we got them all, including Benton. Somehow, they found out about our plan. In fact, I think I know who tipped them off. Reach, Devon. Hey, hold on. You were recommended to me by Benton some months ago. And since then, the outlaw gang knew every move I made. We'll get plenty of evidence against Benton and his men before we're through. So if you're smart, you'll talk and maybe get leniency from the court for turning state evidence. Well, I don't know anything. I'm a surprise about Benton as you are. He's lying. Benton placed him with you as a spy for the game. Shut up, Russ. No. There's something to be gained by talking, I'll talk. You thought you were smart and smart enough to get the masked man ninja out of the way. Chef, you'll find plenty of evidence to pass some robberies at his ranch house. Chef, he's lying. I learned my ranch hands were operating as a gang. I followed him out here today in order to... He's the one who's lying. I did tell him about the plans. Benton leaves the gang. Now he's trying to save his own skin. That's right. Sheriff, I think you have the evidence you need. I don't know how I'll go on. I had to rock-point for the payroll. I'll meet you later. Adios, everybody. Goodbye. You fools. If you may have done the job you were supposed to do last night and surprised those two men at that camp, this wouldn't have happened. You're the fool, Benton. You may be plenty clever to pull the wool over the eyes of other folks, but you sure were mighty stupid to think you could ever get the best of the Lone Ranger. A copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. A 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.