 Of course, with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and the Hohi Hio Silver, the lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mask 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. Starting with us now to those pooling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with Wheezy. 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 Lakes. 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 Whee-Dee's helped a lot. Now Ted slams him off the wall, still like Whee-Dee's best of all. Why big Ted Klazuski was raised on Whee-Dee's and you bet he still eats them. Ted knows there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Whee-Dee's flake. Come on Ted, break up the game. He's on his way, on his way. He's on his way, on his way. Get on your way with Whee-Dee's, cause champions are made, not born. Yes, sir. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with Whee-Dee's, breakfast of champions. It was nearing midnight when cafe owner Roy Murray answered the knock on the outside door of his office at the rear of the golden nugget cafe. He opened the door and admitted two rough looking men, Red Emery and Pete Stockton. Hi Red, Pete. Hi boys. Come on in. Sit down. We just got your message a little while ago, boss. Yeah. Pete and I were playing cards over there. Never mind what you were doing, Red. It's what I want you to do that's important. What's that, boys? I want you to be at the stagecoach relay station at Cross Trails before sun up tomorrow. What for? Are you expecting somebody on it, boss? Yeah, Pete. The messenger was six or seven thousand dollars in cash. You boys are going to take it from him. Six or seven thousand? How do you know about it, boss? Tom Kendall, foreman out at the widow Glasgow's ranch, was here tonight. Yet if you wonder his belt, he told me. It's money your husband left her and what she's just getting now. Except she's not getting it, huh? Right. This town, you know, and this cafe's been a losing proposition since the prospect just stopped looking for gold in these parts. I'm running out of cash and running out of it fast. That's why I want you to get the widow's money tomorrow. I guess we can do it, boss. It should be easy. There's a spot like the relay station. It's perfect. Get there for it, Dawn. Be ready to move in as soon as they take the money out of the baggage compartment and hand it to Tom Kendall. What do we do with the money, boss? And, uh, what's our cut? Don't worry about your cut. You always get a fair shake from me, don't you? Sure, but I won't... Forget about that part just now. I have ideas how we can share three ways in that money. Make ten times as much out of it. Like I said, boss, what do we do with the money, though? Hide it away. Then go about your business like you always do, so no one will get wise. That should wear, though. There's that old shack up across Rocky Crick. Old man Johnson used to do his digging. Nobody ever goes up there anymore. It's a wild country now. Yeah, yeah, we know. We hid out there after we knocked off the bank, remember? Yeah. As I was saying, you put the money away there. The stagecoach from St. Joseph came to a stop at the cross-trails relay station. Shortly before dawn the next morning... Oh, we're running ahead of schedule. As his guard leaped to the ground and started to help the station agent open the baggage compartment, the driver called to the one passenger inside the coach. All right, young fellow, this is where you get off. This is cross-trails. The youth was Dan Reed, nephew of Balone Ranger, who had notified his uncle earlier that he would arrive at this time. Dan left the coach. We're ahead of time, aren't we? Yeah, a little traveling life, that's why. Somebody gonna meet you here? Yes, but probably not till later. I'll wait inside the shack. Well, there's coffee and sinkers to be had inside. Be here 15 minutes. Eddie Sykes! Oh, who can that be? Well, I'll be Tom Kendall, you old horse thief. What are you doing here? Hey, Sykes, got a package for me? I have one for your boss, Mrs. Glasgow. Is she with you? Nope, come to get it, Michelle. Where is it? The satchel in the baggage compartment. The shotgun guard's getting it now. You'll have to sign for it, Tom. Here's the guard now. Who's gonna take this satchel, Sykes? Tom here's gonna pick it up. He's Mrs. Glasgow's foreman. Tom, if you'll sign here. All right, get you in here. Red Emory and Pete Stockton, their faces covered by bandanas, had emerged from the shadows with guns pointing. Stand against the wall, all of you. Drop that bag in the ground. The guard reached for his gun, but red shot first. Then the cross-trails agent who had joined them made a move. Pete's gun smashed down on his head. Tom Kendall, losing all caution, ran past the stage driver and started to sway him. Dirty murder and pole cat up! Get your hands off that satchel! Head back! No! Oh, anybody else want a bullet? All right, I have the bag, let's get started. All right, you two, if you don't want a dose of lead, you'll stay right here until we get away. Now, let's get... As Red Emory turns slightly, Dan Wheat splang and threw his arms around the bandit's arm, yelling at Sargs the driver as he did so. Grab the bag, use your gun! The driver was too slow. Pete Stockton pushed him aside. He put the driver's gun from the man's hand and brought the butt crashing down on Dan Wheat's head. I ought to kill you. Come on, I'm all right, let's get out of here. All right, you stay right there, driver, I'll do it. The two crooks went back into the shadows, then mounted their horses. Pete fired two shots over the driver's head. The shot will be low. Don't worry about him. Come on. Get out of here! As the bandits with their loot rolled into the underbrush nearby, Sargs the driver dropped to his knees beside the two men who had been shot. Tom, Tom, you're still breathing. Are you all right? Can you hear me? Victor, Dan Wheat's horse, was being led by Tom Ho as he and the lone ranger set out from their camp that morning to meet the masked man's nephew. They were high in the hills when they heard the shots from the vicinity of Cross Trails. Come on, kill them! Come on Victor! They sent their own horses and Victor into a gallop and arrived at the scene of the holdup about ten minutes after the bandits had escaped. Hold up, hold up! They dismounted and saw a man attending one of four men who lay on the ground, two of them bleeding badly. Sargs looked up his eyes wide as he saw the masked man. Look! Didn't your partners do enough? They took the money. Leave us alone. I'm not a holdup man. I wear this mask for other reasons. He must hobby. Look on ground. Dan, have you been shot? No, they knocked him and the agent out. But these two... Here, let me look at them. Follow, get our medical kits. The lone ranger took charge of the situation and with the help of Toto and Sargs treated the wounded Tom Kendall and the guard who had also been shot. They bandaged the two men and lifted them into the stagecoach. I saw a miracle. They're still alive. Driver. Sargs is what they call me. Stranger, if these two live, it's going to be on account of what you and your engine pal did just now. If you want to be sure that they remain alive, Sargs, get them to Orville as soon as possible. Sure, I'll get them to Doc Gray's office. You'd better take the agent along with you too. That's a bad crack he's had on his head. He'll be able to look after these other men. What about the boy? We'll look after him. We run our way to meet him when we heard the shots here. All right. I'm all right now. You see, Sargs? Well, whatever you say. I'll get going then. Oh, uh, notify Sheriff Clinton what's happened. Sure thing. You know the Sheriff? Yes, and if you take him to Silver Bullet, you'll know who I am. What? I don't know. I've had occasion to help him in the past. Silver Bullet? Turn off. Say I know who you- Sargs, the important thing, is the lives of those men. I'm going, please. The Clinton falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger adventure. Before the next exciting themes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. This is Mel Allen, sports announcer. Maybe you're interested in what big league scouts look for in young players. Take the case of Harvey Keene of Detroit voted to keep it a year in 1953. Harvey could hit. Sure. But more than that, the Scouts noticed he soaked up instruction, practiced hard, followed a good training diet, including Wheaties. Now, I happen to know Harvey's been eating Wheaties 17 years now, since he was 6. Scouts tell me too many boys' dream of waking up and finding themselves champions. What they don't realize is, champions are made, not born. That's a fact. Champions are made, not born. Now, I've seen average players make themselves into champions, but it calls for hair trigger condition. For that kind of condition, choose food that sparks you with energy. Champions choose Wheaties. There must be a reason, and this is it. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties place. If you want to get on your way to the top, keep in mind champions are made, not born. Get on your way with Wheaties, breakfast of champions. All to continue. The first traces of dawn were in the sky, as Sarge headed the stagecoach toward the town of Orville. Then Dan Reed, recovering rapidly, told of the holdup. When I was struggling with the fellow, I had a hold of his coat. This is a piece of the material. I must have torn it from the coat as I fell. Now, let me see. It's distinctive, isn't it? I couldn't tell that in the dark. We'll hold on to it. Make them in handy. Oh, Dan, what did you say the crooks had their horses? Over here. At the side of the station. Somewhere around this spot, I think. A me-look buying hope prints. Your fresh prints, two horses. These must be the ones left for the whole of men. Only marks near. They go through the brush here, see? Must have ridden up into the hill. Plenty of places to hide in hills. And it'll be hard to follow a trail on the rocky ground up there. Still, we'll do our best. We go after them, came a fellow? Yes, Tutto. Maybe hours before the sheriff gets the posse in their eyes out here, we'll move while the trail is still fresh. Glad we have Victor with us, Dan. Oh, my, sir. I know you'll find those crooks somehow. I want to be with you when you do. Come on, Victor. Come on, Victor. A few minutes later, the lone ranger, Tutto and Dan Reed, rode into the underbrush and followed the hoop prints faintly discernible in the first light of morning. But less than an hour later, they came into the open once more in the rocky hills above. The hoop prints were no longer apparent. Uh-huh. I'd like to hope I move on. Well, for now on it'll be difficult. You could have gone in any direction up here. Yes, but somehow, somewhere, we'll be able to pick up their trail again. That is, if we spread out. Many places then can hide, Kimitabi. Yes, Tutto. This is old mining country. Ah. We know where many old mines are. Yes, we do, Tutto. They're hiding out. They could be in any of them. Uh, Kimitabi, me go to North and look at places that me know. All right, Tutto. I'll head up into the hills from the other side. Well, Dan, you go with Tutto. Yes, sir. Now, if you come upon the trail, fire three shots. If I pick it up, I'll do the same. Whether fire is a shot will remain at the spot and wait, is that it? Yes. Then we'll continue on the trail together. At that moment in the abandoned cavern at the entrance to what had been the Johnson Mine, the two crooks, Red Emery and Pete Stockton, counted the money in the satchel they'd stolen. Red, there's over $8,000 here. That, uh, it's more than the boss expected. Yeah. He said six or seven thousand. Hey, what do you think his idea is? About his money. I don't know. But if we held out a thousand, it's so he'd never know. Hey, Pete, look how light it's getting outside. We ought to be getting out of here and riding back to town where our alibi is. Yeah. We'll hold out a thousand dollars and tell the boss there was only seven. Pablo and Dan Reed riding together across the stream called Rocky Creek. They are on the opposite bank. They separated briefly, hoping to pick up any marks of water-soaked hoof prints along the shore. Dan was about a quarter of a mile away from Tahoe, about to abandon his search when he saw the faint imprint of hoops heading from the water into the hills above. Ho, ho, victory! Victor, this could be the trail we're looking for. Let's ride up to where the ground's softer and study it. Come on, Victor. As Dan Reed and Victor started among the trees that dotted the incline, he came upon hoof prints still fresh and still wet. Ho, ho, Victor, ho, ho! He dismounted. Then he drew his gun and fired three shots into the air. At the very moment, the two horsemen appeared above him, riding hard. Red Emory, riding ahead of Pete Stockton, was on top of the board before he could leap to his horse's back. Got that camera for our splinter! Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! Red Emory, this is the board. Hey, boy, that's what I'm going to find out. Kid, what are you doing up here? Hey, it's a boy from the state station. The one who just... You fool, why don't you shut up? Well, kid... Red, don't waste time with him. He's the one all right. He knows who we are. Hide, wait, Pete. We wanted to know about the shots. Well, boy, what a bottom. Is somebody with you up here? You're trailing into the water. Look, coming this way along the creek. Isn't he? Yeah. He's looking around for someone. All right, you. Is he the one you signal to when you're shot? Yes. Who else is with you? No one. We cross the creek together. All right, that's all I want to know. Pete, get behind that tree. What? Get behind that tree, fast. We'll get the engine up here. You take it. Yeah. You get him up here. All right, kid, call the appell. I'll be behind this rock. You're no fool of any kind or I'll kill you. I mean it, I'll kill you. I'll do as you say. Tato! Oh, Tato! Get him up the couch. Tato heard Dan reach call and seeing the boy halfway up the incline. Gallop his horse there. Oh, Tato. Oh. Dan, you're playing trail, aren't you? Let me see Mark. Who's this horn? All right, engine, you're killing. Tato, watch out. Oh! Too late. Yeah, not for it. Pete, he didn't know you were behind it. Yeah, but what do we do now? We have these two on our hands. What do we do with them? There's only one thing, Pete. We got to get rid of them. We can't do it here. Shots could be heard way down the other side of the creek. All right, all right. We'll take them back to the cabin. Get rid of them there for good. And we'll take the money and we'll... Yeah, but come on. Redham Pete lifted Tato's inert form and laid him across the saddle of his horse. Covered Dan with a gun and forced him to ride along with him. As they led Scout back to the cabin a short distance above. Oh! No, no, no, no. Come on, give me a hand with his red skin. All right. Stop there. There you go. Got him. All right, get in there, youngster. Come on, get inside. In the cabin they placed Tato on the floor and tied Dan's hands behind his back. Look, we can't wait. Time, Red. Have to take the money away from here. Yeah, you pull up those boards and get the stature from under the floor. There. All right. Where's that crowbar? Right behind you. Out, here. Now. Pete used the crowbar to pry loose the boards of the floor. It covers Tato. Recently placed there by the crooks. What's going on with the crowbar? Look at this. I'm here. Now we have to knock ourselves out again. I guess we should have killed you before when we had the chance. What kind of fool are you following us up here like this? I'm not a fool. I knew if I saw you again I could identify you. All right. Here we are. I have to start it again. And hold on to it. Now take care of these two. Are we going to take this money back to the box? We have to kill a lot of people for it. I don't see why we should have to split with Roy Murray. We'll talk about that later. Let's take these two into the mine and shoot them there. Then we can take their bodies and... And what? The mask man is... Oh! Why, you cut it, draw it out, shoot you too. All right, all right. I'm not going to shoot. You should have been holding onto that statue. You might have had a better chance. Dan, what did they do to Tato? The same as they did to me earlier. Knocked him out with a gun butt. Tato's coming too. You, mister. Why, untie the ropes on that boy's wrist. Do it at once. All right. We'll talk with the eyes and gun of the lone ranger leveled on him. We'll bathe the mask man's orders. Then he stood against the wall with his hands high. As Dan Weed helped revive Tato. Tato's head cleared quickly. Make mistake, Kimosabi. Don't talk to me about that, Tato. It's me, either. You heard my shots? Yes, and picked up your trail easily after I crossed the creek. I've been heading this way, Dan. I have to recall that Johnson... All right, man, you're here. These two must be pals of yours. What about us? What about me? Where are my wrists? We'll bandage it before we take you to the sheriff. Don't worry, sheriff. Hey, you... You mean you're going to do that? Yes. You'll be arrested for shooting those men at the station. And for stealing the money that's in this satchel. They mentioned someone called the boss. I heard that too, Dan. Roy Murray, they said. I suspected him for a long time. I think we'll be able to prove something against him now. Tato, are you well enough to go along? No, Kimosabi. Then when you've bandaged this red-headed fellow, we'll head for the relay station across trails. When the long ranger, Tato, Dan, and their prisoners reached the stagecoach station, there was yet no sign of the sheriff or his posse. They haven't arrived. They're saving time and trouble. They'll take these men into Orville. All right, get going, you two. Come on, get it. Get down. Come on. The long ranger and Tato delivered the men to Sheriff Clinton at a spot halfway into town. They also returned the money that belonged to the widow Glasgow. Sheriff Clinton was amazed. Well, I could hardly believe it when old Sarge had me to silver bullet. Said you were across trails. As soon as I heard you were, I figured my job was going to be easy. We were lucky to get on their tails so soon. It wasn't luck, I know that. No more than it was luck that you got these two before they killed Tato and Dan. Like you said, they were going to. How are those men who were shot? They'll pull through, the doctor said. Thanks to the treatment they got. So what about treatment for me? I'm shot too. Emory, you'll be glad your treatment isn't at the end of a row. That's what you ought to be, you child. Only the masked man's doctrine of Tom Kendall and the stage guard saved you two from being charged with murder. You'll have no trouble convicting them for the things they did though, will you? Nope. And we'll send Roy Murray away with him. He's the one who put you on this holdup, wasn't he, Pete? Tom Kendall says he told Roy about the money last night while he was feeling his own stuff. If we tell you about Roy's part in this and some other jobs, do we get a deal from you? We'll see. But you go to jail no matter what you tell. However... All right, all right, we'll tell. Only get me to a doctor and let me... Hey, that masked comrade is riding away with the incident of the boy. Sir, if you let him do that... He'll be back if we need his testimony. The boys are Tato's to send you to jail. But he's masked. Only his faces, his actions aren't. They're all good. And it's the reason that all the lawmen are happy like I am that he comes and goes as he pleases. Because something good always follows. You see, he's the lone ranger. I'll sue... There she goes. We hear people say... She's feeling her Cheerios. 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