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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 saying... He's feeling his Cheerios! With his faithful Indian companion title, the daring and resourceful Masked 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, you killer! Let's go because I am Silver! Shortly after 3 o'clock, one afternoon in early spring, four killers drew their weary horses to a halt in the hills in southwestern Texas. A heavy-set scar-faced bank robber and murderer named Buck Banner dismounted and led his white horse to a nearby spring. We'll fill our canteens, boys, water the horses. Come on. These critters need rest, Buck. We've been traveling hard. We'll rest them here for a couple of hours. They don't want to keep going, Buck. We're ahead of the Masked Man and Indian who are after us. We can't be sure of that. Shut up or you'll clue me. Ever since we found out the lone ranger was clear on us, you've been worse company than usual. With a red skin to cut time for him, he'll stay on a trail. We can't lose him. We've been waiting time trying to cover our tracks. Covering our tracks will slow him down. Amazing. I'd like to draw a bead on that Masked Law Dog. You ought to set up an ambush for him, Buck. You'll have a better idea. Break out the grub job, won't you? We'll have a meal while I tell you what I've got in mind. It's a good idea. It is. A lot of sellers have tried to gun that Masked Man, but... We're not gun-informed, will we? We won't get him any other way. We'll set the law after him. How? By framing him. How can you frame the lone ranger easy? There's a lawman near here who's new on the job. You mean Marshall John Riot and Nero? Yeah. Chances are he's never heard of the lone ranger. I doubt that. At least twice he doesn't know the Masked Man. What's it got to do with framing? We need cash, Buck. Yeah, I know that as well as you do. We'll get it and frame the lone ranger for the robbery. If things work out as I figure, we'll cross the border with cash and gold enough to last a long, long time. Why are you going to get that much money? When the eastbound stage passes painted rocks on the six o'clock run tonight, we'll stop it. The eastbound to downer, huh? Yeah. The strongbox it carries ought to hold plenty. Hey, I heard businessmen in town's west to here send their paper money and gold to Denver to be back. They do. The stage light ensures the shipment. Yeah, you can afford to ensure them with shotgun Dave Morgan riding the stage's guard. He's double barrel poison, the owl, who? A taste of lead'll take care of shotgun. If you feel it to cover me, I'll pull the robbery, dressed as the lone ranger. I'll cut a mask out of the old black vest in my saddlebag. I've got a white horse and jaw bones riding the paint. Nobody mistakes those quitters of scouting silders. They couldn't be pulled in plain daylight, but it starts to get dark around six o'clock. You figure there won't be lighting up for the guard in Denver to get a good look at you, huh? That's right, Sacks. They'll see a mask, Jen on a white horse and a dark-skinned black-haired fellow on a paint. We'll let them live to report what they see to Marshall Wright. Then the Marshalls will be looking for the lone ranger in Tobbo. We'll have cash enough to cross the border in style. And if we live to cross it, shotgun molding... Well, Joe Boll and I stopped the stage. You and Sacks opened fire on the garden driver from cover. You act fast, shotgun won't have a chance to get him. That's heavy, Buck. All right, as soon as we eat, I'll cut out a mask and help Joe Boll disguise himself to look like a red skin. Joe Boll's skin was deeply tanned and his hair just blacked. When they left for painted rocks later that afternoon, even Gloomy had to admit that the killer resembled an Indian. By 45 that evening, they reached the place on the stage trail known as painted rocks. Protests' folders, large enough to conceal men and horses, stuttered the sloping hills bordering the trail. Sacks and Gloomy selected places of shelter halfway up the slope, while Buck Banner and Jawbone waited on the trail below. As he checked his weapons, Gloomy shook his bald head disapprovingly. What's wrong, Gloomy? This whole dad-radded plan's low, co-sags. You don't have to stick with it to be the one to go along with it. No, no, no. Every lawman this side of Illinois wants me for something. As long as I stay with you, fellas, I'll free guns on my side. This side's a four, but it's been together a long time. Yeah, and the law hasn't caught up with it yet. The law doesn't worry me half as much as a lone ranger. Buck's making a big mistake posing as a masked man. With that mask over his face, he looks like the lone ranger. Hey, listen. The east mountain? Yeah, it's a few minutes early. All right, get set, the gunshot gun and the driver. From their place of concealment close to the trail, Buck and Jawbone waited tensely with drawn guns. As the stage rounded a turn and came into view, the outlaws spurred their horses in. Get out, get out! Shotgun Dave Morgan and the driver had a brief glimpse of a masked man on a white horse and a dark skinned, dark-haired man on a paint. As Morgan grabbed his shotgun, Saxon gloomy fired. The garden driver fell from the stage to the ground. Keep him covered. Well, I'll see if I caught you. Maybe they're dead. Head driver's alive. He stopped a bullet in the shoulder and wrapped his head when he fell. Shotgun's head was drenched by a bullet. Yeah, we'll get the strong box and clear out of here before they come through. When shotgun Dave and whipped Dugan, the stage driver, regained consciousness. The killers had left the scene of the hold-up. Whip struggled to a sitting position. Take it easy, Whip. You all right, Dave, there? At least we got a look at him, Dave. We'll be able to tell Mars arrived what the coyotes looked like. The moon was high overhead when Dave Morgan halted the stagecoach in front of Marshal John Rye's office in the town of Nero. The lawman sent for a doctor at once and listened in grim-faced silence to the account of the robbery. The masked man and the engine must have had a couple of pals planted on the hill above the trail. They opened fire on us before we had a chance to shoot. Do you see the man who fired? No, Marshal. The only ones we saw were the masked man and Redskins. The masked man had a white horse. The engine was on a paint. $35,000 in gold and paper money was in the strongbox. They got every bit of it. They won't get far with it, Whip. You going after them now, Marshal? Yes. Well, I'll ride with you. Oh, no, you're hurt, Dave. You're scratched? All right. And let's go. Meanwhile, the lone ranger and tonto had found the camp where Buck's banner and his killers rested that afternoon. They followed the trail from there. Tracks, easier to read now, team of hobbyists. Yes, they're heading for the stage trail. Do you think them are off stage? We still know whether they did or not. I want to. Get them off the couch. By short time later, the masked man and his Indian friend drew rain on the trail at Painted Rock. By the light of a brilliant moon, they started the tracks. They stopped the stage, all right, tunnel? Here, a place where the stage turned round. Head back to town. Here are the tracks, the four riders. Someone come this way. We better get out of sight. We'll move to the shoulder of those boulders. A few minutes later, Marshal John Ryatt and shotgun Dave Morgan drew rain and dismounted. The wounded guard showed the lawman the tracks on the ground. Then headed for the boulders, concealing the masked man and tonto. I'll show you where those coyotes waited in ambush for us, Marshal. These boulders are big enough to hide a man in a horse. Hey, what the... At the sight of the lone ranger and tonto, the lawman and Dave Morgan reached for guns. Don't finish that draw. I'll kill you. The masked man's hands dropped to his hoster. No! Silver bullets smashed the guns, the guard and lawman drew. You dirty drag-and-go-kid rattleers. I told you not to draw. You smashed my guns. Keep them covered, tonto. I'll take your other weapons. I'll be happy. I'll take that honey, nice, Marshal. You won't get away with this, mister. You and your friend started the gunplay. I just want to make sure you don't try another fast move. Where's the rest of your gang? What? You heard me? What brought you back to the scene of the hold-up? What do you mean, back to the scene? Don't try to act innocent, mister. I got a good look at you and your pal when you stopped the stage. You think we robbed the stage? I know you did. You make big mistakes. Buck Bannon, these men committed the robbery. I've heard of Buck Bannon. No, why? But you won't get away with blaming him for a robbery you pulled. Far as I know, he's in Dakota Territory. We pulled him from there. Yeah, a likely story. Man, friend, enough crook. No matter what he calls himself, he's a crook in my book, and so are you, engine. You're wearing a United States Marshal's badge. I'm John Riot, United States Marshal and Eero. And this is shotgun Dave Morgan, the guard you gunned in the robbery this evening. You're mistaken, Marshal. Tonto and I aren't outlawed. Save your breath. Yeah, that's good advice. Either hand, Tonto, or I keep them covered. Ah, me's Bevy. We leave them here and go after Bannon and his men. A few minutes later, shotgun Dave and Marshal Riot watched helplessly, while the lone ranger and Tonto mounted Scout and Silver. I hope we meet again, Marshal. You hope we meet again. Mister, I'm living for the day when I can put you behind bars for Keith. You're the hard man to convince. Adios. Come on, Tonto. God damn reddit, I'd give 20 years of my life for a gun and a chance to you take it easy, Marshal. Easy. The two crooks getting away, leaving me hard tied like this. The engine didn't tie these ropes tight. I think I could work them loose even if we get free, we've got no gun. I have a couple of spare six shooters in my saddle bag. Well, in that case, things aren't as bad as I thought. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. All over the country in every direction All you follow, you do, it is a question And here's what's to happen, that these people have to say People are we People are we People are we Sure, take champion Bob Cousy, who can really make a basketball do tricks. Bob was born in New York, plays with the famous Boston Celtics, Leads them all in fast break play, and Cousy knows the champion way. Starts his day the Wheaties way. Take Neil Johnston, another great champ from the East. Say Neil has been eating Wheaties since he was three feet tall instead of six foot eight. Grew up a long ways on them, didn't he? Mighty appetizing eaten, and there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties flake. Now to continue. It took some time for Shotgun Dave to loosen the ropes around his wrist, but finally he freed his hand. As he rubbed his wrist, he said, The masked man took my knife, but I'll be able to undo the knots in the rope around my ankles. And I'll work on yours, Marshall. Yeah, nice, a bit mighty handy right now. Don't worry, you'll be out of those ropes in no time. Then we'll get my gun from the saddlebag and start after those two. Next time we meet, I'm going to take them by surprise. A short time later, the Marshall and Shotgun Dave were in the saddle, unaware of the low ranger's purpose in leaving a clear, easy to retrail. The guard grinned. These tracks will be a cinch to follow, Marshall. I'm surprised a masked man in India didn't try to cover the trail. If we hurry, we might be able to overtake him the full morning. Yeah, I hope so. Get up, man. Come on, get up. Late that night, Buck Banner and his men were riding through the Flathead Hills. Bloomy shifted his weight in the saddle and winded. The raid saved July a bus. How far you're going before making camp for the night? I know what I'm looking for, Luigi. I'm tired enough to sleep. Yeah, so am I. How much further did you plan to travel tonight, Buck? There's a place ahead where we'll find a first-rate campsite job. Yeah. Past half a dozen good ones in the last 20 minutes. The playtime thick enough gives a clear view of the trails. We'll camp there and post the lookout. I throw rainbows. Oh, honey. Good camp here. Oh, that's the best news I've heard in a long time. It's been a long time. Oh, that's the best news I've heard in a long time. Hey, well, I told you about this place. Yeah, you're right, Buck. Look out and be able to make sure no one takes this by surprise. That's the idea. We'll break out our gear and sit down for the night. After taking the saddles from their horses and spreading blankets on the ground, the four men relaxed for the first time in many weeks. This is the first time I've drawn an easy breath since we found out the Long Range it was after. One of us has got to stand and watch. Yeah. I'm too dog-gone tired to keep my eyes open, Buck. No, I'll stand and watch it. No one else will. And you're half asleep already. Gloomy? Yeah. How about watching for the first two hours and wake someone else? I'll be able to take over then. And you can turn in for the rest of the night, Gloomy. Oh, all right. I reckon I might as well get my turn over with. Buck, keep your eyes on the trail below. Don't worry. I know how to stand watch. Buck's jawbone and tracks were soon asleep in their blankets. To keep himself awake, Gloomy paced back and forth for some time. Then he sat down at the base of a huge tree, resting his back against the trunk. He studied the moonlit trail below. Like a slow poison, the outlaw's deep exhaustion crept through his body, drugging his senses. He thought of the days and nights spent on the trail without sleep to keep ahead of the lone ranger and torto. Well, I hope those two are rotten by and by. A thin smile twisted his lips as his heavy eyelids closed. His bald head dropped to his chest. Gloomy was fast asleep a few minutes later, when the lone ranger and torto approached the well-chosen campsite. As he studied the tracks on the ground, the masked man murmured, they can't be far ahead of his fellow from that rank. In the moonlight clearing ahead, they saw the sleeping killers. The lone ranger drew rain. But as silver and scout halted in the shadow of giant trees, Gloomy suddenly wakened. What is this? It's the cover of these trees, torto. He's happy. Something awakened me. You're covered. Where are you? Show yourself. Make another style and you'll stop a bullet. The lone ranger stepped from the shadows with a cold in each hand. Gloomy screamed in fear. The masked man! The lone ranger! As the fighting killer backed away from the masked man, box job on and sacks awakened. Covered by two guns, Gloomy didn't dare fire his own weapon. Don't shoot! Don't shoot me, missy! In his panic-stricken retreat, Gloomy stumbled and fell. His gun fired, but the shot went wild. Get your hands up. You're covered. A silver bullet struck box arm before his gun cleared leather. Torto fired from the shadows. Jawbone screamed and reeled back with a bullet in the shoulder. As back swung his gun to shoot torto, the masked man fired again. A silver bullet burned the outlaw's gun hand. Don't shoot me. I dropped my gun. Keep your hands up and get over there with the others. Gloomy, you chug head. I must have fallen asleep for a minute. At that moment, Marshal John Wyatt and shotgun Dave Morgan drew rain in the moonless clearing. Buck Banner saw the glittering badge on the lawman's vest. Are you ex-martial? I don't want anything. Keep your hands where they are. I told you Buck Banner and his men committed the stage robbery. And these fellas are the owl who used to travel with him. I've seen handbills on all of them. Cances are you'll find the stolen money in their saddlebags, as well as a black mask. And there's the white horse. Yeah, and there's a paint bill on it or whatever. Don't do their saddlebag, Dave. All right, Marshal. Gloomy, I'd like to kill you. Don't blame me. This is your fault, Buck. My fault? Well, it was your idea to frame the masked man injured for that robbery. You figured that Marshal would be looking for them instead of us. I was looking for them when I came here. I hoped you'd follow our trail, Marshal. I found a cash-in-goal with some stole from the storm box, Marshal. What more I found a black mask when I'm more when I stop the stagecoach. I... Yes, I was wrong about the masked man and engine. I'll keep the trucks covered while you tie their hands, Dave. Right. Take it easy. What do you have hurt? We'll take care of your wounds after your hands are tied. Oh, give me a chance to talk, Marshal. I'll turn stage there but then save my name. You yellow-back squealer. No, I don't want to die. Marshal, you've recovered the loot and captured Bannon, these men. I didn't do a thing, Mr. but follow your trail. But you have them now. If it's all right with you, Tuttleman, I'll be on our way. Mr. I owe you a heap of things. Oh, forget it. By the way, here are the knives I took from you in the garden. Oh, thanks. I'm sorry we made a mistake. That's all right. Easy. All set, Tuttleman? I'm down right sorry I doubted you when you told me who you are. Next time we meet, I won't have to identify myself. Take your dog gone right, you won't. I'll never forget you. Adios. So long. And thanks. That'll hold you critters for the trip to town. All four of these coyotes are wanted for hanging crimes, Dave. Oh, I knew this would happen. I felt it in my bones. I'd like to break every bone of your body. I tried to own you, Buck, but you wouldn't listen to me. Oh, no. You figured you were smarter than the lone rangers. I'll do it. Here, a copyrighted feature of Balone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Tremble Campbell Muir Incorporated. 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