 By special recording, General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the Oaks cereal ready to eat, and Wheaties Breakfast of Champions, presents the Lone Ranger, and the Hottie Hio Stills. The Strider 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. Come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver, the Lone Ranger. That fast the kids all shout. You can't strike that slugger out. He gets a hit because he knows. Cheerios is made from oats, and every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals, and proteins your body needs. 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. And Cheerios is so much fun to eat, with its distinctive old shape and its wonderful toasted old flavor. So tomorrow morning and every morning start the day right with a Cheerios breakfast. Then you'll hear people say, I've made camp for the night in the hills outside of Stockton. When the horses whinnyed loudly and heavy strangling smoke rose. Back in woods, they could lose sight of the horses we've been away from here while we can. Indian saplings, Silver and Scott, by the time they had finished the fire had gained much headway. He must have been trying to open in on place frames. He'd be trapped. We must get out, Bill. The creek. We'll try following after the blazing woods. Hold on! Horses along the stream in the old press of heat through the canyon of flames. Finally, they left for all the cost behind them and stopped. Hold on! We're fortunate to get out of that alive tunnel. We think we not get through. Silver and Scout brought us through in spite of their fear. Good work, Silver, old boy. Good work. You do plenty good too. The fire encircle our camp as if it had been delivered. It's tired from all sides. Am I right? We'll investigate the rim of the burned area. The sun is coming up so it's light enough for us to see if there are any tracks. All right, let's go easy to the big tunnel. Until finally, Totto pointed to the ground. I also see the hoof marks of two or three shot Horses Totto. There are others besides Indians here. Am I right? They must have been seen making camp. For some reason they tried to burn us out. Maybe them think we get caught in fire. Yes, otherwise they wouldn't have left. What we do is hoof marks. Get them off the couch for some distance. Oh, finally, they stopped on a wooded ridge from which a narrow steep trail led to an Indian village in the valley below. Then cautiously approached the top of the ridge. Using binoculars they studied the village. Then Totto spoke. Comanche village, Kimosabi. We see plenty brave. Smoke signals arriving from the hills off the cross from here. Then sent signals to other tribes come for big powwow. And look, Kimosabi. Two riders going along valley from village. And them white men. They may have been with the Indians who started to fire at our camp. Ah, them riding along trails to the town. They go to the end of the valley and pick up their trail. They may be the men who are riding the Comanches. If not, they may lead us to the man or men responsible. All right, let's go. To the office of Bruce Lackley, known in town as a land agent. Take him back to what happened. Did you spot the mass man in Indian you told me about last night? Yeah, Bruce. That mass man and his Indian pal won't bother you. Jake and I saw to that, didn't we? Yeah, that's right. What'd you do? We got the help of a few Comanches. And just before dawn we started fires around their camp. They didn't have a chance to get away. You were sure of that? Yeah. Brush and trees out there were dry, burned like tinder. It was only one open lane of escape and we watched there in case they made a break. But the fire closed in fast. That's right. It was a regular inferno in no time. You sure managed to get those Comanches riled up, boss? I told the chief that townsmen were going to ask the government to drive them out of the valley so settlers could have the land. Let's start a thing. The townsmen know the engines are restless. They have man-garden on which side of town expecting that if an attack comes, it'll come from that direction. My plan is to have the Comanches gradually gather throughout the night on the east side of town. Then if dawn, move in across a railroad tracks, take the entire place by surprise. We'll join the chief just before dawn and tell him what to do. Reach the edge of town. The masked man waited in a grove. While Tonto went on foot to try to find out more about the two men they had trailed. Before long, Tonto returned. What did you find out, Tonto? A Milo's trail on Main Street, Kimasabi. Too many other tracks. May not find out where two men go. Well, we do know the Comanches are gathering. They go on the war pass soon. Not right. I think the wise thing to do is for you to ride the Fort Davis 20 miles from here and advise Major Lewis of the situation. He'll remember you. Uh-huh. He'll have plenty of time to send troopers to protect the town. While you're gone, I'll do all I can to find out who's behind this unrest among the Comanches. The lone ranger spent some time discussing his features so he could enter town without his mask. Finally satisfied with the result, he left Silverkitten in the grove and walked into town to the Sheriff's office. Good morning, Sheriff. Morning, stranger. What can I do for you? I brought this letter to identify me. Oh, well. And signed by the governor, hmm? This mentions that you're a masked man, Mr. I couldn't come into town wearing the mask, but I have it here. See, I've disguised my features. You have a companion. Yeah, it's my Indian friend, Toto. He rides a paint and I ride a white stallion named Soor. That's not for me, Mr. Mighty Glad to see you. Here, here's your letter. Thanks. Now, sit down and tell me what brings you here. Look what had happened early that morning. When he finished, the Sheriff spoke angrily. I thunder if we could get our hands on the hombres who were riling up the Comanches, we'd be able to forestall the attack. It may be too late for that. I feel certain an attack will be made, perhaps within another 24 hours. In that case, we'd better send for troopers. Toto has already gone to Fort Davis. Good, good. I'll pass out the word for the townsmen to be ready. The Comanches village is to the west, so I figure that's the direction they'll move in on the town that they attack. That seems logical, but it's best to be sure. I'll do some scouting and try to keep track of their movements. Toto headed southwest toward Fort Davis. For a short distance, he followed the trail, then deciding to take a shortcut. He started across the plains. Gallop, scout! A big paint horse raced over the plains at a gallop. Suddenly, one of his forefeet sank into a hole made by a prairie dog. As his horse stumbled unexpectedly, Toto was thrown from the saddle, striking his head a glancing blow on a rock. Scout stopped, then slowly walked to his master. He nuzzled the still form a moment. Then whinnied anxiously, without moving under the blazing sun, and his paint horse stood patiently beside him. The curtain falls on the first act of our lone ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Line up to run a race. Galloping garden sets the pace. He comes in first because he knows. Needs no cooking. Every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals, and proteins your body needs. 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. And besides giving you go power, Cheerios is downright wonderful tasting. That toasted old flavor is really something. And when you add milk in 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 say, Hi, he's the for some time after being thrown, Tonto lay without moving. Then with a groan, he sat up holding his head on his usually stoic face. Then staggering slightly, he walked slowly to a nearby stream. Then lying prone on the bank, sip the cool water. Then he bathed his face and head before rolling to his back. Within a few moments, he fell into a deep sleep. The fort morning, slowly Tonto got to his feet. His thoughts were still confused. Then with sudden and startling clarity, he remembered. Now, now, now he remembered. He started to get troopers. Scouts stumble. That's it. And they get bumped on head. Go fast, scout. But found that the situation hadn't changed. From past experience, he knew that Indians usually attacked a dawn. He decided to wait in the grove near town for Tonto to return. He spent several restless hours waiting. Then no concern because his friend hadn't come back. He mounted Silver and rode toward the Indian billiards to learn the latest developments. Watch the Indians in the valley below. A savage figure in war paint moved from the shadows behind him. Silver's warning when he came too late. And Ranger saw the Indian holding a gun. He quickly raised his hands. Yeah, took me by surprise. Then reached Silver and groped behind him with his feet. The lone Ranger suddenly spoke. Now Silver is sending him sprawling to the... He must not plan to attack from the west side of town. He'll have to find out. He immediately started at top speed to reach Stockton before them. Faster, big fella, faster! Almost here. What? The railroad tracks crossed the streets in the town. Start the train and use it as a barrier. Indian, sir? Yes, hurry. Move these cars along the tracks so they bar the way into town. That will delay them. Not me, mister. I'm leaving right now. You've just said a big hello. Oh, I'll start it myself. Sir, quickly enter the engine cab. Pull the throttle and start at the long string of empty cattle cars along the tracks. More Silver followed alongside the engine. As the Queen of Cars rolled over the tracks, he's into position across the main road. Come to form a barrier. You're almost there. Come around each end of the train. Party of Braves toward the engine. Believe the rest to the other end of the cars. I stopped the train of cattle cars across the roads in the town. That will delay them a short time. Hurry. You may have a chance to hold them off while they're disorganized. All right. Come on, everybody. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Savages coming around each end of the Cache puts the circle of cattle and get behind them. We heard the babbles we approached. Good. Oh, look. Three white men coming around the end of the train. We want them. Right. Get those three men. The troopers obeying the maitre's order moved in on Bruce Schlaing. We're not wounded. We're rounded up and the battle ended. Good with the sheriff, the maitre and others. Facing the three men responsible for the uprising. The maitre was saying. Town will reach this guest in time. We have trouble on way, Kimusavi. Scouts tumble. Me fall. What? Hit head on rock. Me lose plenty time. First, me not remember. But when it get dark, me know me must get troops. Thought I was worried. Are you? For what they did. All of a trial, Sheriff. It's a serious crime to incite Indians to an uprising. We can thank the mask man in Indian for saving the town. Mask man. Yes. Perhaps I'll look more familiar to you if I wear this. Hey, he is a mask man. And this the Indian rides with him. I thought they were. You thought we died in that inferno you started at our camp? They'll get another charge against them for attempted murder, Mr. Hey, you fool. Should have made sure of it for you. If I didn't know, you'll be properly punished. I beat you to a pulp. The way to outside ride with you, Major. Adios, Sheriff. Come on, come on. Adios. From the look in his eyes, Lackey. I'd say you're lucky you're in custody of the law. Oh, shut it. That's right. Lackey, you made the mistake of trying to pull a fast one on the mask man in Indian. Now, he'll do anything to help anyone who needs it. Let me tell you, when a old cat like you crosses the path of a lone ranger, he better look out. He dug me up by the mask man, but you never did say that he's a lone ranger. Getting ahead seems a lot easier knowing champions are made, not born. Take Eddie Matthews, home run king of the Milwaukee Braves. Let's talk about that early day when Ed was learning third base play. He practiced bumping how to hit and chose the food that keeps champs fit. Whitties and milk is favorite. And now that Ed's a champ today, he still sparks up the Whitties way. Yep, Eddie Matthews had his first bowl of Whitties when he was only seven years old, been eating him ever since. Talk about a ball player's breakfast. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Whitties plate. Now watch Ed put that ball away. Campbell Muir Incorporated, directed by Charles D. Livingston, and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the lone ranger is played by Brady at the same time. This recorded program has come to you from Detroit. This is ABC Radio Network.