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That's the way it goes, south, northeast, west, Wheaties. Why, there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Barney to your Wheaties, and you we do, and okay, okay. With his faithful Indian companion title, the daring and resourceful Masked 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 because I am Silver! Scheduled for a 14-hour stop in a southern Missouri town before continuing its journey, the Westbound train pulled into the station at 10 minutes after 11, one night. In the shower of sapsons, Deputy Pete Salmon was waiting on the station platform. The Greek two Easterners on their way to San Francisco with one of the world's largest diamonds. A man named Jude Caller was with them. Bewed and the deputies saw the Easterners get off the train. They hurried to meet them. I met Jackson, this man's Henry Brown. These are our credentials. Fine. I'm Deputy Sheriff Pete Salmon. Hello Pete. This is my friend Jude Caller. Are you fellas' policemen? We work for the company that insured the stone. I have orders to cooperate with you fellas so just tell me what you want to do. Do you have a safe in your office, Deputy Salmon? I sure do. Well, we'll keep the diamond there and stand guard till the train's ready to leave town. That suits me. Come on. I'll take you to the office. Accompanied by Jude Caller, the deputies Sheriff and the two Easterners left the station and headed up the dark street toward the Sheriff's office. They had only a short distance to go when Bronk and Dakota stepped in front of them. Just keep walking, Jackson. And don't try to fast-move your cover there. That's your gun. Don't reach for yours. What's the idea? You're holding a gun on me. These fellas are crooks. I'm working with them. You dirty, double-crossing rats. I thought you were on the level. You thought wrong. Now keep quiet and keep walking to the Sheriff's office as if nothing had happened. Open the door and go inside. And remember, we'll be right behind you. The first one to make a sound or try a sudden move will stop them. Get going. Covered by Jude and his friends, the insurance men and Deputy Pete Salmon had no choice. The street was so nearly deserted that no one noticed them enter the Sheriff's office. Within a few minutes after the diamond had been taken, the prisoners were securely tied and gagged. Then the outlaws dragged them into a cell. Isn't that good, boys? I locked the cell door. We'll take the keys with us. Let's get out of here, dude. You got the diamond? Yeah, we're all set, Bronk. Come on, Dakota, out the back door. Right. That night and most of the following morning. At noon, the sun was high, and the horses, as well as the men, retired. Jude signaled a halt in the hills overlooking a stretch of railroad track. There's a spring over there with plenty of water for us and the horses. I'd like to spread my blanket on the ground. Get a few hours' rest. We'll all rest. We'll start traveling again when the sun goes down. That suits me. I'll take the saddles off the horses while you two break out the grub. I'll try to eat. I'm getting some sleep. So am I. The outlaws finished a meal, then stretched blankets on the ground. Jude and Bronk were soon asleep. Dakota lay awake, thinking of the Poletta diamond and the money it would bring. Though he was out of practice, Dakota had once been an expert pickpocket. He crept to Jude's side and carefully took the leather pouch containing the diamond from the sleeping outlaw. A few minutes after Dakota left the camp, Jude wakened. As he reached for his canteen to get a drink of water, he saw the performer pickpocket was gone. Bronk! Bronk, wake up! Dakota's gone, so's the diamond. Gone! Dirty double-crossing rat cleared out. He snuck on a figure without him getting away. That'll horse is while I look for tracks. We're going after him. Dakota had reached the railroad tracks when Jude and Bronk started downhill after him. As they sighted the double-crossing partner, the westbound train appeared in the distance. Firing from the saddle in the reckless ride downhill, neither Jude nor Bronk was able to shoot accurately, but the gunfire alerted Dakota. He spurred his horse desperately and fired over his shoulder as the westbound roared toward him. Jude shouted, Plains between him and us won't defy, it'll pass. Bronk nodded and urged his horse to greater speed. The train had passed. Dakota's horse stood beside the tracks. There was no sign of the outlaw. Where is he going? Gone. His horse is all right. He figured Dakota was run over by the train. Run over nothing, he boarded it. He saw us coming after him. In open country like this, he knew he couldn't get away from us, so he took a chance on swinging aboard the train. He took a mighty big chance. The train was moving fast. Lucky, he didn't break his neck. But he's about to run out of luck. Grab the reins of his horse, we'll go after him. Get up! A boarder claimed Dakota clung to the side of an empty freight car. He was trying to think of a way to reach safety when a friendly voice called, Hi there, buddy. Help me, will you? Sir, take it easy. You'll be all right. Start climbing the ladder, leading up here to the top of the car. The leathery-faced little man wearing tattered clothes was kneeling on top of the car. He pointed to the ladder, Dakota gripped. Obediently, the outlaw started climbing. A moment later, he reached the top. Good for you, partner. You made it. Now where do we go? The door in the side of this car is open. Getting inside will be risky. Then I better stay right here. Oh, scared, huh? Yeah. I figured you weren't used to riding the rods when I saw you swinging aboard. You did it all wrong. I made it. The dog gone here didn't. You in trouble at some time? What do you mean? I saw those fellas chasing you. Some of the bullets seen you hitting you. You don't miss much, do you, old man? I don't. Hastings, my name. I love Hastings. I'm Dakota. Glad to know you, Dakota. But I can't say much for your luck. Huh? There's a couple of trigger-happy railroad detectives aboard this train. They've been giving me trouble since I boarded in Kansas City. Why? They're gunning for fellas like you and me. They swore to drive every hobo off the track. I'm no hobo. You're traveling without a ticket, ain't you? Yeah. That makes you a hobo. But you're better off than I am. You've got a gun. I sold mine in Kansas City for the price of a few meals. They're too bad. Well, I've had hard luck all my life. I'm kind of used to it by now. I'm hoping it'll change while I hit California. I'm going prospecting. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. When Bill's up fast, the kids all shout, you can't strike that slugger out. He gets a hit because he knows he's got gold power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got gold power. There he goes. The cereal that's fun to eat because it's shaped like little leperos. The only ready-to-eat oat cereal with this fresh toasted oat flavor. And listen, 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 the Cheerios breakfast do good things for your body. Help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones, and muscles. Yes, Cheerios is made to give you real gold power. So every morning, get going and keep going with Cheerios. Then you'll hear people say... He's feeling his Cheerios. Look out, Dakota, for what? Those railroad detectors. They are in the roof of the car. They're shooting at his old dad. Wrapped the luck. You want gunplay, huh? You junkhead, put that gun away. Stop a bullet, they're not shooting to kill. They're trying to scare us off the train. As hard luck shrill the protest, a bullet from a detective's gun grazed the side of his hand. Curting Dakota for opening fire, hard luck shot it. Jumped him out in the head when you're still alive. A leaf from the swiftly moving train. Bullets from the detective's gun struck Dakota. The outlaw staggered, lost his precarious footing and fell. Years of hoarding and jumping from moving trains had hard luck out of fall without being hurt. He hit the soft sand beside the railroad tracks and rolled down the side of a steep gully. He lay there, silent and still, till the train was out of sight. He stopped the side of the gully to look for Dakota. Before he reached the top, he heard the sound of approaching hoops. Oh, habitually cautious. The leathery-faced old-timer drew back to the security of the gully, hoping he would not be noticed. The oncoming riders were the lone ranger and his Indian friend, Tahoe. The masked man and Indian had been only a short distance away when the train passed. Though muffled by the engine's roar and the sound of gunshots, and were hurrying to investigate, as they near the track, Tahoe shouted, I hope that's Tahoe. They saw Dakota lying beside the railroad tracks, drawing their horses to a sliding hole. They swung from the saddle, hurt plenty, man, keep us happy. Wounded twice. I'm leg-broken, sir. He's dead, Tahoe. Not bad. I'll see if he's carrying any identification. The masked man looked through Dakota's pockets. Hardluck looked over the top of the gully. He saw the lone ranger's mask, the Indian with him, and the brace of guns they wore. Great sage alive, outlawed. He was about to crawl back out of sight. When he saw the masked man take a leather pouch from Dakota's pocket. A moment later, the rays of the setting sun glittered on the Paletta Diamond. Hardluck blinked and Tahoe gasped. Diamond? The Paletta Diamond, Tahoe. You sure? Yes. After the robbery in Missouri last night, every lawnmower within reach of the telegraph was notified to be on a lookout for the stone. We hear news of robbery, and tell you about it. We not think we find Diamond. We'll take it to the sheriff in Carmel Creek. What about Bobby? We'll wrap it in a blanket and take it to town. A short time later, the lone ranger and Tahoe rode away. As the sound of poop beats receded in the distance, Hardluck climbed out of the gully. He mocked his forehead with a dirty bandana and sat down to make plans. Yeah, I reckon I'd better start walking to town. The old man sighed heavily and shaded his eyes to study the sun. In another half hour or so, the sun will be down. It'll be cooler walking then. Deciding to wait a while before starting for town, Hardluck went back to the gully. Sliding to the bottom, he rested his back against the side of the gully, out of reach of the sun's rays. A moment later, the penniless old timer was fast asleep. Half an hour later, Hardluck was weakened when two riders grew rain a short distance from his hiding place. Might need more hours. The men who dismounted beside the track were dued and drunk. Drunk pointed to the ground. Look, dude. Someone jumped from the train and hit the ground here. Jumped or fell. Took it to blood on the ground. Must have been wounded. You think it was Dakota? Maybe. Hey, look. Here's the sex of two riders, Brunk. While Brunk and Dude studied the ground intently, Hardluck recognized them as the men who had been after Dakota. He saw the riderless horse with them and a chance to make some money. He called out of the gully and called. You fellas looking for someone? Hey, take it easy. There's no need to draw your six shooters. I'm not armed. Make sure that, Brunk. I'll keep them covered. Right. Where'd you come from? That gully over there. He's not armed, dude. And I've got no money either. You might as well put away your guns. What are you doing there? I wouldn't be here if Dakota had no fire on the railroad, detective. Dakota? It was a case of staying aboard the train and stopping lead or jumping to save my skin. I jumped. What do you know about Dakota? You want to know about him, huh? Yeah. Well, you want to know all about him. Well, you pay me if I tell you what I know. Pay you? Why are you doing it, Brunk? There's no need to get arrived. I'm broken. I'm afoot. Now, for a little cash or the extra horse you've got, I'll tell you all about Dakota. It's a deal, old timer. Start talking. He jumped aboard the train to get away from you two. I warned him about the railroad detectives, and sure enough, they showed themselves. Shooting over our heads to scare us off the train. What about Dakota? He had a gun that started firing back at the detectives. I jumped off the train, rolled into the gully and stayed there until I figured it was safe to come out. I saw Dakota over here near the tracks. He looked like he'd been wounded and he wasn't moving. But before he could get a good look at it, a couple of riders headed this way. Riders? Yeah. I dropped back into the gully. Instead of riding by, they stopped, examined Dakota, and emptied his pockets. That's good. I got a good look at that masked man and the engine and the horses they rode. Best plan. That's right. They wrapped Dakota in a blanket and took him away. And they've got the time and do it. So that's what they took from him. Did you see it? I saw the sun lighting up something shinier than anything I ever saw before. Masked man put it back into a pouch and put the pouch in his pocket. We'll go after him, Brock. He had the tracks. We'll follow him down. Oh, hey, what about me? You can have Dakota's horse. Teddy boy. Thanks, kids. Thanks a lot. Get the saddle, Brock. Come set the travel. Let's go. Yeah. Meanwhile, the lone ranger and Tahoe drew rain in the hills from the town of Carmel Creek. I'll take the body and the diamond into town, Tahoe. It's not dark yet, came a sabby. Plenty people seem asked. Ask questions. I'll wear a pair of your buckskins and darken my face with stain. I know the sheriff, so as soon as I reach his office, I'll identify myself. Ah, me sabby. If you wait for me here, I'll join you in less than an hour. Nearly an hour later, Jude and Brock neared the place where Tahoe waited for the return of the lone ranger. Expecting his disguised friend to arrive, the Indian was not alarmed by the sound of approaching hoops. But when Tahoe looked through the dense growth of trees and underbrush for the rider, he saw Jude and Brock at the sight of the Indian they drew guns. Oh, oh, oh. Don't try a fast move. You're covered. Why do you draw a gun on me? Do you want you in your mask, pal? Or what? Do you not know you? You found a coat in the diamond he was carrying. Where is he? Where's the mask, man? Where do you want to know? We're asking the questions you'll answer. I'll keep him covered, Brock. Disarm him. Then we'll search his gear. Right. You can save yourself a lot of trouble by telling us what you did with the diamond. We'll get it anyway. Diamond, not here. As Tahoe spoke, Brock approached to take his gun. Tahoe's hand flashed to his holster. But you'd fired an instant before Tahoe's gun cleared leather. That was a warning. Freeze or I'll blow your head off. You plenty fast with guns. Fast enough. Take his gun, Brock. Better not try another fast-moving engine. Cut up a lever. Take his gun. All right. That's better. Now then, red skin. Where's your mask, pal? Right here. Hey, what? At the outlaw's world. No! Silver bullet struck Jude's gun arm and smashed Bronx weapon. Keep your hands high unless you want more gunplay. My arm. I'm hip, dude. It's another red skin. He must have it. You get here just in time. I wasn't far away when I heard gunplay here, Tahoe. Hey, you don't talk like an engine. I'm not. This mask, man, you look for. What? I'll keep them covered, Tahoe, while you tie their hands. Then we'll take them to town and turn them over to the sheriff. Them coming here to get diamonds. I'm not surprised. Derek Burke showed me a telegram he received from Deputy Pete Salmon describing the thieves who stole it. The description fits these two perfectly. Who dead man you take to town? The third thief. The three of them work together. It was a chance. We were double-crossed. Save your breath for the trip to town. An hour later, the lone ranger untaught left the thieves with Sheriff Tom Berks in the jail in Carmel Creek. As the bearded woman turned the key in their cell door, bronc rubbed his eyes wearily. I'll go on if I can figure it out, dude. I don't savvy to set up either, bronc. What setup don't you savvy, dude? Masked man in the red skin. We were trailing our partner when we ran into the engine. One minute we had guns on him, and the next minute his pal started shooting. Before we knew what happened, our hands were tied and we were on our way here. Well, cheer up, fellas. You're not the first crooks to find out that the thieves move very fast when you're tangled with the lone ranger. Here, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer. Your announcer, Fred Floyd. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.