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And when you add milk and your favorite fruit, say some sliced bananas, you're in for a delicious breakfast treat. Get the whole family off to a good start every morning with Cheerios! Then you'll hear people saying... He's feeling his Cheerios! With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful mask rider 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! Let's go before I am Silver! Early one morning, Buckeye Norton, the foreman at the Paradise Mine, entered the office of a lawyer named Hasp Sulin in the town of Gunstock. As Buckeye closed the door, he said, As I hear the boss died on the moon here last night. He did, Buckeye. Now I'll be the owner of the Paradise Mine. Pete Marvel thought a lot of you, but he thought more of his own flesh and blood. You'll get the mine if Pete's nephew, Johnny, dies before he claims it and takes over. What? Those are the terms of Pete's will that's on file with the town clerk. I thought all his relatives were dead. Johnny's the only one alive. Kill him before he gets legal possession of the mine, and it's yours. You're talking murder. It wouldn't be your first. What? You and the man named Dobie Rapson killed and robbed a rancher in Pecos 21 years ago. How'd you know that? Dobie signed a confession before he died. I have the confession naming you as his partner. What? I've kept quiet about the crime because I knew what Pete Marvel thought of you. I figured someday you'd own the Paradise Mine. So that's it. I'll sell the confession to you for half the mine. I can't kill Johnny Marvel. I'd be the first one suspected of the murder. Make me half owner of the Paradise, and I'll see that Johnny doesn't live long enough to take possession. You've made a parking pass. A couple of weeks later, Buckeye came into the town of Gunstock to buy supplies for the mine. After he bought what was needed, he drove the buckboard to Hasp Solin's office and hurried inside. Yes. I came to town an hour ago. I've heard from half a dozen people that Johnny Marvel's doing Gunstock sometime this week. No one knows it, but he'll arrive today. You told me two days ago you planned to take care of him before he hit town. I do. Then why spread the news? He's coming. The law will think the killer was on the lookout for Johnny, hoping to steal a lot of money. That might fool the law, but it doesn't sound smart to me. I don't care how it sounds to you. I'm running the risk in this killing. I want to be sure no one suspects the real reason for it. Hand me my rifle, will you? It's in the corner near the door. Yeah, sure. This is a mighty odd-looking sharps. What's different about it? It's a left-handed rifle. What do you mean left-handed? The knob that ejects the cartridges is in the left side instead of the right. You left-handed? Yes, but where are you going with the rifle? Johnny Marvel will ride along the old covered wagon trail toward town sometime this afternoon. You sure? I have a letter from him last week telling me the time he planned to arrive. I'll find a hiding place above the trail and wait for him. Good luck. Don't worry. When I get back to town, he'll be dead. The Lone Ranger's Indian friend, Toto, had also been in gun stock to buy supplies. When he returned to camp in the hills, a short distance from the old covered wagon trail, he had bad news for his masked friend. He's gone. He's gone. He's gone. Me learn in town, Kimosabi, old friend named Pete Marble dead. Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Him die of pneumonia two, three weeks ago. He was a fine man. A Hindu lot helped spilled waste. Who'll take over the Paradise Mine? Follow in store, say. Pete leave mine to nephew Johnny Marble. I didn't know he had a nephew. Storekeeper say Johnny 20, 21. Him come from east this week. Take charge of mine. He has a big job ahead of him. Plenty of big job run mine like that. Yes, you'll need common help. Kimosabi. Rifle fire, Toto. Oh, it sound like shots come from covered wagon trail. We'll find out what they mean. Easy, easy, easy for her. Easy, easy for her. Come on. Man and his Indian friend raced downhill. Before they reached the bottom of the heavily wooded slope, they saw a rider hurrying away. Someone in big hurry get way. He must have seen his coming. Maybe a powerful fire shot. Look down there on the trail. Donner on ground to see how badly he's hurt. Ranger and Toto drain beside the still form of Johnny Marble. As Toto examined his wound, the young Easterners eyes opened. Oh, no. Take it easy. The Indian. Meet, I help you. How bad is the wound, Toto? Not bad. Me thinkin' be all right. Good. You're nasty. You're nasty. The nasty need to alarm you. We're here with friends. Friends. Who are you? If you have my wallet, you know my name. Identification papers are in it. We not, you two. You didn't. If we had, we wouldn't be trying to help you now. Oh, I didn't think of that. When I saw your mask. I understand. My name's John Marl. Are you Pete Marl's nephew? Yes. Toto, I knew your uncle well. Huh? I didn't know he had any outlaw friends. He knew what my mask meant. Oh, no. No offense, mister. I appreciate your effort to help me. Were you robbed? I don't know. I lost consciousness when the bullet knocked me from the saddle. I'll see if my wallet's missing. No, no. Take it easy. Take it easy, people. I guess that better take it easy. My wallet's in the breast pocket of my coat. Let me see if it's gone. What about it, Toto? Not here. A wallet. Is there any money left in it? Maybe paper money here. Well, then he didn't take any. Apparently he didn't have time. What do you mean? We scare him off. Oh. While you're bandaging his wound, Toto, I'll look for tracks. When the mask man rejoined Toto and the wounded Easterner, Johnny was sitting up grinning sheepishly. I owe you an apology. Oh? Tando told me who you are. Years ago, my uncle mentioned you in one of his letters. I'd almost forgotten until Tando explained how you met Uncle Pete. He was a good friend of ours. I'm grateful to you for helping me. I'm glad we were near when you needed this. Toto, if you'll come with me, I'll show you where the ambush awaited for Johnny. A few minutes later, the lone ranger, Toto and Johnny Marble, rode to the place above the trail where Hasp Solon had waited for his victim. Toto pointed to the ground. Track show, ambusher, life flat. He make mark there with toe boot. He aimed his rifle from that position. Why'd he say that? Here's the infant of his elbow. He used that arm to support his rifle. Ah. You'll notice his right arm and elbow support the weapon. Ah. And that mean him pull trigger with left hand. Yes. The man we wanted left handed. It's remarkable that you're able to learn so much from tracks on the ground. Once you've been trained to observe them, Johnny, tracks are easier to read than handwriting on a wall. Nevertheless, that... Ah, what man? How are you going to follow Toto? I'm going to... I'm steady, Johnny. I'm steady. Sorry. We should... Oh, you lean on me. Stay with him, Toto, while I follow the tracks for the man who fired those shots. I'll be all right. He better take it easy for a while. I'll see you later. I'll see you later. Johnny, watch the Lone Ranger right away. Then turn to Toto. I'll be able to ride the town if I travel slowly. Ah. I'd like to get there before dark. We not reach town before dark. We could try. All right, Johnny. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. Because champions are made not for... Yes, sir. Get on your way. 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Then he headed for the cafe. As he went through the back-wing doors, he saw Buckeye. He hurried toward the big foreman. Buckeye, what are you doing here? I thought you went back to the mine. I waited in town purposely to see you. Let's go over to a table. I want to sit down. Two, three. Bring me the usual, Hank. Right. The white is a full moon, Hasp. I need something to steady my nerves. It's on the way. Here you are, gents. I'll leave the bottle. Thanks. Don't mention it. I don't have to ask. I can tell from the looks of you that you've got Johnny Marvel. Yeah, I got him. But things didn't go as I planned. What do you mean? I fired twice. The first shot missed and his horse bucked. But the second hit him. Good. He fell from the saddle. He stretched out on the ground and still was a rock. And just as I was about to go down there to get his money, I saw riders. Riders? A couple of them coming downhill fast. They must have heard the shots. For a minute, I wondered whether I had time enough to go down, steal his money and clear out. But they kept coming fast. I couldn't risk being seen, so I cleared out. Without making sure Johnny's dead? I did my best. I hope your best was good enough. Where are you going? Back to the mine. As soon as his body's brought to town, let me know. If he's brought in alive, we'll be in real trouble. What do you mean? You agreed to kill him. Keep the bargain. Solon sat alone for some time, then deciding that someone would soon notify the sheriff of the shooting, he walked down the street to Sheriff Lemon's office. When he opened the door, he was shocked to see Johnny Marble talking to the lawman. An Indian was with the young Easterner. What is it, Haz? I didn't mean to intrude, Sheriff. Come on in. Yeah, thanks. Sheriff called you Haz. Your last name's Solon. You're my uncle Pete's attorney. Yes. Meet Johnny Marble, Haz. That is, if you hadn't met him before. We've never met. But I've had letters for Mr. Solon since my uncle died. I'm glad to meet you, Johnny. Johnny is lucky to be here, Haz. Really? He stopped a drag-go-chers bullet. If Tondo and his friend hadn't helped me, I might have died from loss of blood before I could reach town. They would just give me a report of the shooting. We still, we think, left-handed men shoot Johnny. Look, how could you tell that? Well, there are plenty of signs. Very easy to see. Mark on the ground showed that the man who shot me was lying flat on the ground when he pulled the trigger. He rested his rifle on his right arm and elbow. Say, come to think of it, Haz, you're left-handed. Yes, but... What's more, you own the special left-handed sharps. The ejector knobs on the left side instead of the right. If you're suggesting that I shot Johnny Sharer... I'm not suggesting anything. The fact that I'm left-handed may be suspicious, but there are a lot of left-handed men in the world. Maybe, Mr. Solon. I just thought of something else. You were the only one who knew when I planned to arrive in... Everyone in town will get here sometime this week, Johnny. But I wrote to Mr. Solon telling him I'd arrived today. Then he knew you'd be on the covered wagon trail this afternoon. Of course he did. In my letter, I told him I planned to buy a horse and saddle when I got off the train in Molen City, 20 miles from here. Stand still, Sheriff. A gun. What's the idea, Haz? Leave your hands high, all of you. We better do what I'm saying. You have good sense, Fredskin. Drawing that gun is an admission of guilt. That's the least of my worries right now. So you were the one who shot me. I meant to kill you. Why? That's my business. You local idiot. You can't get away with holding this here. If you fire three shots, the whole town will come in the run to investigate. I know that. Put down the gun. Not on your life, Sheriff. We're leaving here. To go where? Across the street to my office where we'll not be interrupted. First, Johnny, disarm the sheriff and your Indian friend. Now, wait a minute. Follow orders. And don't cry a fast move. All right. When the three prisoners were disarmed, Hasp said, Now, lead the way out the door and across the street to my office, Johnny. The Indian will be behind you and the sheriff will walk in front of me. My gun will be at his back every step of the way. If either of you try to get away or call for help while we're in the open, I'll blow a hole through the sheriff's back. You dirty scum. Remember, his life is in your hands. Now, start moving. Concealing his gun as carefully as possible, Hasp followed the prisoners across the deserted street. He watched the three men so closely that he didn't notice a moving shadow reveal for a moment in his lighted office. But Tato saw it and hoped that the drawn shades on the office window has concealed his masked friend. Keep moving, sheriff. We're almost to the door. If I get out of this alive, I'll see that you spend the rest of your life behind bars. Is the door locked? Yes. Am I supposed to walk through it? I'll toss the key to the step. Pick it up and unlock the door. But don't try a fast move. If I could think of a fast move that wouldn't endanger the sheriff's life, I'd try a step inside. You follow him, Indian. Then you, sheriff. Tato was close on Johnny's heels as the young Easterner entered the office. Out of the corner of his eye, the Indian saw a mask man standing against the wall behind the door. Seeing Tato's upraised hands, the lone ranger understood the situation. He drew his gun. All right, sheriff, inside. I'll close the door. All right, all right. Keep your hands high. Drop the gun. As the lone ranger spoke, he brought the barrel of his colt down hard against haste, thin wrist. The lawyer's gun flew from his hand and he screamed in pain. My wrist! You broke my wrist! Tato was stooped quickly to retrieve the gun the lawyer had dropped. The gun, give it to me. Good work, Tato. Mister, you saved our lives. Hey, what's going on here? Who's the bastard? Him, friend, sheriff. He proved he's a friend by discerning that teleface lawyer. But that mask... Sheriff, he's the lone ranger. The lone ranger? Yes. He and Tato found me on the trail after haste shocked me. Well, mister, I'm downright glad to meet you. Especially here now. But don't savvy how you happen to be in this office. I forced the lock on the back door to get in. Heal legal entry, dog, got it? I found this rifle. The soldier's lift-handed sharps rifle. I was going to your office to tell you what I learned when I heard you coming this way. You know the rest. Well, Hasp, the tables are turned now. You had no right to break into my office. You're in no position to make any complaints. You're under arrest, you dirty, dry, gulching crook. Now wait a minute, Sheriff. Heal's right across the street. Start walking. No, no, let me talk. You've got nothing to talk about. This wasn't my idea, Sheriff. No. Buckeye planted. He wanted me to kill Johnny. The foreman at the Paradise Mine? Yes, but I don't even know him. According to the terms of your uncle's will, Buckeye will inherit the mine if you die before taking legal possession of the property and without leaving any heirs. Buckeye offered me half of the mine if I killed Johnny. It'll be your word against Buckeye. He's a criminal, Sheriff, a killer. You were the one who tried to do the killing? The proof of his killing is in my safe. Open it and see for yourself. All right. Call off the combination. The masked man will open the safe. Yeah. Three times to the right, to six. To the left, to 12. In around once to 21. A short time later, the Lone Ranger found the paper, has it described. He glanced at it quickly, then handed it to the Sheriff. The lawman read it rapidly. This shall hang, Buckeye. I told you he was a killer. Thanks for the information. If you were behind bars, we'll get him. Shortly after daybreak the next morning, Hasp Solon stared sleeplessly from the barred window of a jail cell, while Buckeye paced the floor of the cell next to him. You dirty, double-cross and weasel-face half pint. If I could get my hands on you... No, quiet down, Buckeye. If there was some way to get through these bars into that cell, I'd break every bone in your body. I wasn't going to take all the blame. You should take all the blame. Killing Johnny was your idea. You're as guilty as I am. Only because I had to go along with you. I agreed to pay you half of the mind to buy that confession. Oh, shut up. Instead of buying a confession, I bought a trip to the gallows. Don't blame me. I'll blame you as long as I live. You'll not live long, thanks to the Lone Ranger. The copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Trendl Campbell Muir Incorporated. 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