 Speed of light, a cloud of dust, and the high, high old silver, the lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, 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 hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. The lone ranger rides again. One silver. Let's go, big fellow. Are you silver? Sam is a boy of ten. He busts right in the robbers den, and gets his man because he knows. It's the wonderful old cereal that's shaped like a little letter O, and you'll agree. You like that delicious toasted old flavor, and Cheerios is ready to eat. Just pour out a big bowlful, add good fresh milk, dig in, and start getting your go-power. Because a Cheerios breakfast is full of vitamins, proteins, and minerals, and those are the good things you need to help build red blood, healthy bodies, and strong muscles. So enjoy your breakfast every day with delicious Cheerios and milk, and get that good go-power. Then folks will say, He's feeling his Cheerios. Jess and Clara Soddard sold their farm in Ohio and started west to join a wagon train schedule to go to California from Wichita. But they reached there two days after the caravan had left. I'm sorry, Clara, it's all my fault. If I hadn't gotten lost back then, at least... Yes, never mind that now. It's past. You heard what the man at the store told us. The train is going to stop at Dodge City a few days before going on. Now if we hurry, we'll catch up with the then, so let's get going. Oh yes, yes. Get up there. Come on. Clara, we left Wichita hours ago, and now we're going through the wildest country we've seen yet. This can't be the chiseled trail. I don't think it is either, Jess. There's no sign of anybody passing along here at all. We're lost again, that's what. Clara, I must be the worst driver. Jess, Jess, look right down here. Clara, it's an Indian and a mask man. Jess, Jess, they're going to kill us. It's a hold up. Hold up. Hold up. I'll protect you, Clara. Hello, Miss Brighton. Honolire not outlawed. See, we've no intention of using our gun. But that mask... Believe me, I wear it for personal, not criminal reasons. Well, dog-gun never heard of such a thing. The couple forgetting their initial fright told their story. When they finished, the mask man said, Honolire, camp in the hills above here. But if you'll let us, we'll be glad to lead you to the trail and head you in the right direction. The stoddards after a whispered conference agreed to follow the lone ranger and tonto. A short time later, the horseman and the wagon turned off the road and headed south toward the chiseled trail. I'm on to it. Get out there. At that moment, half a day's journey to the west, in the town of Kerryville, is engulfed in a deputy burst into a shot of Jim Weichner's office. Sarah! I just saw Luke Murdock. Luke Murdock? Where? Across the street, behind Tex Carter's cafe. Must have left his horse in the bushes back of the place, because he was skulking around on foot. Looked as if he was trying to sneak into the cafe. Where'd I get my other gun? This very huge Murdock. Been more than a week since he escaped the Jim Dodge City, you know? Oh, it's Murdock, all right. I was at his trial in Dodge City when they sent him to be hanged. Well, let's get after him, man. You got your gun? Yeah. Well, I had to try to take him by myself. Oh, never mind. We can take him together. Come on, Rick. See, Sheriff, there he is. Picking through the rear window into the cafe. Yeah. That's Murdock, all right. Get ready for it. I'm ready. Go on, Sheriff, his back's turned. Yeah. All right, Luke Murdock. Get your hands up. Look, boy. I'm not Murdock, you're crazy. Hold it, Luke. I've seen your pictures on posters so many times I couldn't miss. Rich, put the handcuffs on him. Stick out your arms, Luke. Come on, here, Rick. Yeah, roll him tight, Sheriff. Then let's get him into a cell. When we do that, I'll arrange to get a stagecoach, private, and we'll take him back to Dodge City. Move, Luke. It was late afternoon when a lone ranger, Toho and the Stonards, reached the Chisholm Trail. Hold it. Hold it. Here you are. You head west on this trail. Stay on it and you can get lost again. We sure are grateful, stranger. It'll be dark within a few hours. I suggest that you set up camp then and rest the animals. You make better time when you start out again. We'll do that, stranger. Well, thanks again and goodbye. Adios. Adios. Meanwhile, in Kerryville, the one topic of conversation was the arrest of the notorious Luke Murdock. That evening, at a time when Jess and Clara Stottard were stopping for the night in the hills a few miles from the town, Sheriff Whitener spoke to a group of men outside his office. Well, it's all said. The stagecoach people are going to set up a private coach for me so that I can take Murdock to Dodge City. Pinch and I are going to take him, and he'll be shackled up like no prisoner ever was. Luke Murdock. Man was he surprised when we took him so easy. There was a stranger in town who stood at the edge of the crowd and listened to Sheriff Whitener. A short time later, he walked into tech spotters to play and looked around the place. His eyes lighted on a girl dressed in a frilly red dress, the entertainer Rosalie Heath. She was sitting alone at a table in the corner when the man sat down beside her. The girl's face turned white with fear. Dave, are you crazy coming here like this? Haven't you heard? About them taking Luke, sure I heard. I even saw them put him in jail. Now, why did the fool come here and draw daylight? Why didn't he wait till tonight and meet me like you were supposed to do? He wanted to see me, I think. He knew I lived upstairs. Well, never mind guessing. Go upstairs and change into traveling clothes, Rosalie. What? I have a plan. Rosalie, you're a good actress and you're going to help me. But then... Now, don't ask questions. Just get upstairs. Like I said, I'll tell you what you have to do later. The man was Dave Foster and Outlaw. Fifteen minutes later, he and Rosalie, now dressed in traveling clothes, met in the shadows outside the cafe. Foster outlined his plan and ended saying... The only place I'm wanted is in Texas so nobody knows who I am around here. That's why I'll be able to do my part without having to worry. But it's an awful chance to take Dave. Suppose they don't believe my story. It's up to you to make him. Handle things like I told you and this will be easier than you think. It was near midnight when Sheriff Wagner and Fritz Emden, the man who had first seen Luke Murdock, prepared to take the prisoner to Dodge City. Murdock was shackled, wrists and ankles, and was pushed into the seat of the stage coach as if he were a sack of grain. As the driver climbed up to his seat atop the coach, two figures suddenly appeared from the shadows, a girl and a man. The girl was sobbing violently and the man was trying to console her. They walked directly to the sheriff. Sheriff! Oh, my... What's the matter, ma'am? My father... No, that's too bad. Sheriff, I just arrived in town from Dodge City. Miss Heath is my sister. Yes, you are. You work as a singer in Tex Carter's place, don't you, ma'am? Yes. Sheriff, they said at the stage coach station that you were going there now. We thought maybe you might take us with you. Oh, Sheriff, your mother... Your prisoner's chain, hands and feet will not be in the way. There's plenty of room in the coach. Oh, look, I'll help you guard him. I'll help you. Oh, please. You couldn't be heartless and not let me go to my father. He will not... Oh, all right. Get in. I'll be glad to help you. Thank you, Sheriff. Let the young lady and gentlemen get in there. All right. Come on, miss. Two miles out of Carriville, the girls sitting opposite Sheriff Wagner and Deputy Chris Emden and their prisoner, Luke Murdock, who sat in passive between the lawmen. Suddenly, the girl gasped. I'm going to say... Watch out. He's pulling you to the floor. Yeah, I'll get him. Wait. Watch out. He has a gun. Yeah, for Fritz's hand. Hey, you... Sit back, Sheriff, or I'll drill you. You gotta be... This is a joke. It's death if you make a move. Say, take it. Sure. I'll take both of those irons, Sheriff. Rosely, I have them. Well, Luke, we did it. You appers, Luke Murdock. Dave's my partner, stupid. Rosely's... nice work, Rosely. Luke, we have to get those irons off you. I'll take the Sheriff's keys. Hey, we're crowded in here this way. Sheriff, tell the driver to stop. Luke, we'll get these hombres out of the coach and take it for ourselves. Yeah, good idea. Sheriff, I said tell the driver to stop if you don't... Wait, wait, wait. Don't use your gun or I'll kill him. He up there. That's the coachman. That's the coach. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scene, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. When Bill's at bat, the kids all shout, you can't strike that slugger out. He gets a hit because he knows he's got go... A mighty good idea for you. Just make sure you eat a big bowl of Cheerios and milk every breakfast and you'll get go power too. Because a Cheerios breakfast is loaded with proteins, vitamins and minerals. The very things that help build healthy bodies, strong bones, good red blood and muscles. Why they'd be the sort of breakfast you'd go for even if they didn't taste so good and they do taste delicious. Cheerios are a real old cereal already cooked with that delicious toasted old flavor. So that's for you. Swell tasting Cheerios and milk for go power. Eat them every morning and you'll hear... He's feeling his Cheerios. Now to continue. When the coach stops, Dave Foster steps onto the road. Rosalie, help look out of the road. Dave steps to the side, keeping his gun leveled as Rosalie helps the shackles Murdock from the coach. There you are, Luke. At that moment, the coach driver, Curious, leaned over from his seat. Hey, why are we stopping? What's going on there? Dave, get that arm break down. Shoot him if he doesn't. Before the startled outlaws could react and before Dave Foster could lead Sheriff Wagner from the coach, the driver started his horses and Wagner fell back into the coach. Murdock was frantic. Dave, stop them for sheriff's sake. I can't see him now. He's turning that bend. You stupid ox. You should have got him off the seat before you did anything else. Luke, I didn't think. There you have the keys. It's dark here, but get the irons off my wrists and ankles. Come on, make it fast. Well, what do we do now? They'll go back to carry. They'll get a posse. They'll circle around. While they're doing that, we'll get out of this. Where are we head, Luke? We need horses. We'll get horses somehow. Right now, we have guns and reason to families from here. I know the country around here. You come with me, Rosalie. Dave, follow behind and keep watch. Luke Murdock, wise in the ways of covering a trail, even in the darkness, led the girl and Dave Foster by a devious route into the hills north of the main trail. They had trudged four hours with still no signs of pursuit. But suddenly, Murdock stopped. Hey, Rosie, Dave, look over there. Standing all by itself. A wagon? Yeah, a covered wagon and horses. Nobody seems to be on guard, Luke. So I see. They must be sleeping inside. All right, get you going, Dave. Yeah, this is just what we wanted. Jess and Clara started to sleep inside their canvas-covered wagon. Heard no noise until Luke Murdock clambered into the vehicle. When Jess started to rise, he looked into the muscle of the gun. All right, mister, just lie there. You two ladies. What are you going to do? If you stay nice and quiet, nothing. You try to make a ruckus, I'll shoot you. The outlaws and the girl bound and gagged Jess and Clara started and partially covered them with a blanket the immigrants had used for sleeping purposes. Then Luke and Dave Foster hitched the horses to the wagon and Luke gave instructions. You better take a chance and drive east to Wichita. You may not think we'd do a thing like that. I suppose somebody sees us on the road. Nobody's gonna. Because we're going to stay off the main trail. A few miles north of here's an old trail the Indians used to travel years and years ago. Nobody knows it now, but I do. We go east on that road? Yeah. It'll be bumpy but safer. And if we do meet anybody, which I don't think we will, why we're just three poor, disappointed critters heading back east because we couldn't make it go without you. Rosie, honey, you'll be my wife. Dave, you'll be my brother. The long ranger and thought who had broken camp now an hour after dawn. They prepared to head westward through the hills. Easy, easy. Come on. Come on. They left the trail and traveled along the crest of the hill that looked down on the path where they had met the stoddards the previous day. They had been riding a short time, when on the path below they saw the outlines of a covered wagon in the distance. Hold up. Pato, heading this way. Another wagon. That keeps strange. What can this one be doing up here away from the trail? Pato, that wagon looks like, wait, they got behind these high bushes. Come on. Come on, come on. Why are you using steel glasses, Kimusami? I want to make sure of something. Yes, their wagon. Whose wagon? The stoddards. It is their wagon and their horses. But the stoddards aren't in the front seat. Who drive it then? A man and there's a woman beside him. Pato, we ride down the road where it makes a turn. Come on, come on. Hold on, hold on. Hold on, hold on. This is a good spot, Pato, here behind the bushes. You're not going to ride on the trail, Kimusami? No, not yet. You think maybe something happened to Mr. and Mrs. Stoddard? That's what I want you to find out. Stop the wagon directly in front of these bushes and start a conversation. I'll listen from here. What may I ask them, Kimusami? For one thing, don't mention the stoddards. Let whoever's driving explain about them. You merely ask what they're doing on this path and they could be driving down the Chisholm trail. Driving over the bumpy ground on the hill path made progress slow for the escaping outlaws. Murdoch drove on until he came to the bend in the road. They only brought the wagon to a stop because the road was blocked by an Indian. Pato greeted the couple in the driver's seat. How? How yourself? What do you want, Jim? Well, let me see you come this way. You think maybe you're lost? Yeah, lost? Us? What do you think that? You drive wagon. This is not wagon trail. Wagon trail to south, many miles. You have this wagon long time. What do you mean by that? Let me ask if you have horses and wagons long time. Well, certainly. We've owned them for years. They foster inside the wagon, move to the front behind the shoulder of Luke Murdoch. Luke, don't waste time on that red skin. Shoot him. It'll be better that way. He'll pick up with anybody later. He's liable to say he saw us. So stop talking and kill him. Foster is back to the tailgate. Did not see the Lone Ranger emerge from the underbrush and move to the rear of the wagon. Luke, if you don't shoot him, I'll do it. The Lone Ranger almost noiselessly lifted himself into the wagon as Murdoch spoke. Hold your horses, Dave. Engine, why'd you ask how long we had this wagon? The Lone Ranger now standing inside answered. Because it belongs to the people we know. These people lying back here. Foster turned, reaching for his gun, and Carter grabbed him, pushing him toward the driver's seat. Take that gun, Foster. Luke, it's a man. Shoot him. I can't take him from the wagon. Hey, turn him around. Let me get a shot at him. As Murdoch turned around, Connell started toward the wagon. Luke, watch out. The Indian has a gun. He's coming under the wagon. What? All right, Fred. Oh, my arms. I see your shot. Ladies, you have reached for gun. He's taking his gun. Let me take your gun, too. I'll break your jaw now. You knocked him off. He should be glad I didn't shoot him. Tonto, get that girl onto the road and tie her arms. Get down to road, ladies. All right, but don't touch me. I'll get down. Oh, my arms. Tonto, we'll fix that, Murdoch. How do you know me? Your pictures in every sheriff's office in the West. I'll tell you how I know Dave Foster later. Tonto, manage him and tie him up. He tanked her. Oh, my arms. Now I'll release the starage. The lone ranger and Tonto with Murdoch, Foster and the girls hide up in the rear of the wagon, led the way once more to the Chisholm trail. The starage were in the driver's seat. The lone ranger saw the approaching horseman. It's a posse. I see the badges shining on their shirt fronts. Tonto, ride ahead and tell them what's happened. Now then we have Murdoch and Foster. Get them up, Tonto. Sheriff Wagner and his posse made prisoners of Murdoch, Foster and Rosalie Heath. The lone ranger told his story and concluded, there's a price on Foster's head down in Texas, Sheriff. It's too hot for him there, I imagine. That's why he came up here and joined his one-time partner, Murdoch. Well, you can be sure they'll not get away again. I'll take my entire posse as guards on the way to Dodge City. Will you see, too, that Mr. and Mrs. Tottard arrive there safely so they can catch up with the wagon train? As you will. We'll leave you then. Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Tottard. I'm glad things have worked out all right for you. Good luck. Thank you. Let's go, Tonto. One, two, three! Watch out! That masked hombre. He had me sent to jail once in Texas. I knew who he was as soon as I heard his voice. I know Clara and I were sure glad to hear it. Lying in the back of that wagon. It must have sounded like the voice of doom to Foster, though. Of Foster? Never mind the jokes. All I know is there's no sense being an outlaw out here. Not as long as there's an umbra like the lone ranger. Whatever doubted, champions are made, not born. You can get there. For example, take the story of Wheaty's champion, Stan Musial of the St. Louis Cardinals. Young Stan was willed no claim to fame, no magic way to learn the game. He had to sweat and give his all, learning to field and hit that ball. Sure, Wheaties was his breakfast call. Today they call him Stan the Man, still and always a Wheaties fan. Stan Musial has been powering up with Wheaties right along, 19 years. Good for Stan, good for you. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties plate. Now watch Stan melt that ball. He's 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. Here a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is created by George W. Trendle, produced by Trendle Campbell Muir Incorporated, directed by Charles D. Livingston and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Foy. The Lone 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. 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