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A bowl of Cheerios and milk really starts your day right. Helps give you the good red blood, strong bones, and muscles. Go-power, you'll get it from Cheerios! Try it, and folks will say... He's feeling his Cheerios! With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful masquerader of the plains, let 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, big fella! I'm Silver! About noon one day, a painfully thin convict named Pekos Jones returned to his cell after a talk with a warden in territorial prison. As the guard locked the bar door, the ailing prisoner's cellmate, a young redhead named Joe Clemens, helped him to his bunk, then filled a tin cup with water. Here, drink this, Pekos. Thanks, Jeway. I'll show a miss here when you get out tomorrow. Tomorrow's been a long time coming. You going straight when you get out? Maybe after I take care of a job that needs doing. A good job? For me, yeah. But not for a couple of weasel-faced skunks named Gunnison. Checked in his brother, Trig? How'd you know? I never told you... I met him years ago. What have you got against him? They framed me for robbery. Couldn't you prove you were innocent? No, a circumstantial evidence was against me. And to cinch the case, they planted $150 of the stolen money in my room. The sheriff found it. It's the oldest trick in the world. Yeah. But I'll get square for it. I'll pay him in lead. Jeway, I went to prison in Denver years ago for banking. After some double-crossing piles squealing on me. Seems like the varmints I traveled with were all double-crosses. But what's that got to do with me? I laid awake nights thinking of ways to get even. Then one day the prison chaplain talked to me. He said, Vengeance belongs to the Lord. I'm older now. I'm closer to meeting the Lord than it was then. I think the preacher was right. Save your breath, Pekas. Nothing will change my mind about killing those coyotes. Jeway, I never had a son. But if I'd had, I'd have wanted him to be like you. Now, I'm going to give you something that'll put you away ahead of the gunnersons. Huh? What's that? I'll tell you where to locate $150. I'll tell you where to locate $150,000. Well, help me steal. $150,000. I hid it myself. Figuring I'd go back some day and get it. But I'll not need the money. I'm going to pass it along to you. Jeway, I want you to go straight. Late that afternoon, visitors came to the prison. Slim Faye, the prisoner occupying the cell next to the one shared by Joe and Pekas, was escorted under guard to a room where his brother, Len, waited to see him. When the guard was out of earshot, Slim said, Pekas Jones and a fellow named Joe Clemens bunk in the cell next to mine. Joe gets out tomorrow. What better warrant she can drink than framed him into this place? He planned to kill him for it. Pekas talked him out of it by telling him where to find a fortune he stole from Wells Fargo. Wells Fargo money, huh? $50,000 worth. Clemens knows where it is. He'll lead you to it. And when you get it, remember to save a share for me. Don't worry, you'll be taken care of. Len Faye returned to the well-chosen camp where the Gunnissons ate a cold meal. Hi, Len. Just in time for grub. Yeah, some grub. Cold beans, water and heart jacket. Thank you, brother. He said Joe Clemens is getting out tomorrow. That might mean trouble first. Not if Slim's right. Have you two ever heard of a fellow named Pekas Jones? By sure. We've traveled with him once. Slim says he told Joe where to find $150,000 he stole from Wells Fargo. You're either a dirty double-crosser. We helped him steal that money. I thought the law got it when he was captured. He's too smart for the law. What's Pekas hiding? Slim couldn't hear that part of it, but if we follow Clemens, he'll lead us to it. We'll follow him all right. When he finds the hide in place, we'll close in. Grab the loot and head for the border. The last time we met that poor jughead, we framed him. The next time we meet him, we'll kill him. Unknown to Len Faye or the Gunnissons' brothers, the Lone Ranger and Tonto had been following their trail for a few days. Shortly after noon the next day, the masked man and his Indian friend found the place where the outlaws had camped. Crook seat meal here, Kimo Toto, but to not build fire. They've left them half a day's lead on this now, Toto. Not right. Clele leads south from here. We'll follow it easy, sir. A few hours later, the masked man and Toto found a high ridge overlooking the forbidding gates of territorial prison. The tracks left by three men and their horses indicated that they had waited there for some time. Then stand here and face prison. Watch for long time. Then mount, ride south. Back from the prison, head south, too, Toto. You think Gunnissons and Pella with them wait for riders to come from prison? They may have. I don't know, but Warden Simmons might have the answer. I'll follow the tracks of the Gunnissons brothers and the man with them while you call him the Warden. Me fave. Get him up, scoundrel. Come on, Toto. Half an hour later, the lone ranger slowed Silver to a halt when he heard Toto racing to overtake him. Oh, Toto, boom. Oh, Scoundrel, hope that I... What did you find out, Toto? Warden say young Toto named Joe Clemens get out of prison this morning. The prison guard lend him horse. Tell Joe leave horse livery stable in town. Joe Clemens, huh? Ah, may ask Warden if him know why Gunnisson brothers wait for Joe. Him say Joe claim Gunnissons frame him for robbery. He might be telling the truth. Warden Simmons say tell you him Fetty Glad when him learn we trail Gunnissons and him hope we catch crooks. Let's go, Toto. Come on, Toto. The twisting hillside trail, the lone ranger and Toto traveled, paralleled the main trail from the prison to Sawtooth City, 20 miles away. At dusk, they sighted the distant lights of the town. There, the tracks they followed separated. Oh, Toto, easy, kiddy fellow. One rider angled down to the main trail. Ah, him ride horse with loose shoe. The other two head for the hills. You think one of Gunnisson brothers ride into town after Joe Clemens? I doubt it, Toto. Too many handbills have been circulated about them. They're probably waiting in the hills for their pal. We follow, Toto. We'll go to town. I'll follow him while you go after the others. Oh, maybe you'd better for me ride to town. I want to warn Joe Clemens about the Gunnissons. You go to town wearing mask? No. I'll wear a disguise. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. All over the country in every direction. How you, how you do it is a question. And here's what the half-fifty people have to say. Oh, we descend to do, do, do an OK. OK. 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 appetizer and eaten. And there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties flake. You're the Wheaties. And you, we do, do, do an OK. OK. Now to continue. In town, the disguised Lone Ranger went directly to the livery stable. There, the loquacious stable owner eyed silver admiringly. I've never seen such a handsome, powerful-looking crit. Thanks. I'm looking for a man named Joe Clemens. Joe Clemens brought that big gray in three or four hours ago. Critter belongs to the garden territorial prison, you know. Do you know if Joe planned to stay in town? Well, he'll stay for the night. Said he'd come back and see me tomorrow about buying a horse. Then he may be at the hotel. Most likely. Beast-wise, that's what I told the other gents who came here looking for him. I spotted the new shoe in his black mare as soon as he came in. After he found out that Joe Clemens had come to town, he wanted to know where to find the blacksmith shop. Black mare? That's right. Easy, said he'd be fuller. Thanks for the information. Come on, boy. That's all right, mister. When and if you're ready to sell that standing, I'll pay Tom Price. Sorry, he isn't for sale. The disguised lone ranger rode down the street toward the blacksmith shop and grew rain at the hitch rail. He was able to see into the lighted shop where the smithy worked on a black mare's left front shoe. Len Faes stood beside the mare. Easy, said he'd be fuller. That shoe's all in the stain now. Len Faes paid the smithy and led the mare to the hitch rail outside. Tossing the reins over the rail, he turned and walked down the street. The disguised lone ranger followed him. Len Faes turned into an alley next to the hotel and stopped outside a lighted ground floor window. The lone ranger studied him for a moment, then entered the hotel lobby. You want a room, mister? No, I'm looking for a man named Joe Clemens. Room 8. Right down that hole. Oh, thanks. A moment later, the lone ranger wrapped sharply on Joe's door. Just a minute. What do you want? Are you Joe Clemens? That's right. Mind if I step inside for a few minutes? Who are you? What do you want with me? There's a man standing in the alley outside he's been watching you. Huh? Take a look at him. See if he's anyone you know. How do you know he's been watching me? Your window's the only lighted one on this side of the hotel. I don't know who he is. I'll draw this shade. I thought you might recognize him. Oh, he's a stranger to me. And so are you. What's your game, mister? I came here to warn you, Joe. About that critter outside? He and his friends, Trig and Chick Gunnison, followed you from prison. Gunnisons? Trig and Chick are killers. Oh, I know. They might have sent the man outside to kill you. I wanted to warn you. Where are the Gunnisons? I don't know. They follow me into town? Oh, they're not that foolish. The sheriff will arrest them on sight. If that gen outside is a friend of theirs, he knows where they are. He probably does. In that case, I'll get it. Now, wait a minute, Joe. For what? I've been planning for years to get square with those coyotes. You will not do it by trying to take the law into your own hands. The law never gave me anything but a raw deal. I swore I'd get even with the Gunnisons for framing me. You'll have your chance. I'm now going to make my own chances, my own law. You're wrong, Joe. Yeah, a lot you know about it. I'll get revenge. Vengeance belongs to no man. What? What did you say? Vengeance is mine, sayeth the Lord. Huh? He also says be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good. What? Where'd you hear that? I learned it as a child from the Bible. The Bible? That's right. You, uh... you and Pekas and the preacher talk the same language. Pekas? Yeah, my cellmate in territorial. He said the same thing. You should have listened to him. Yeah. Maybe you're right. I'm after the Gunnisons myself for a different reason. I want to see them pay for their crimes. They ought to hang. They will, if they're captured. Here. Here's a handbill describing them. Chick and trig Gunnison wanted for murder. This is your chance to help the law get them. Well, how? My horse is at the hitch rail next to the black, their friend rode to town. When he leaves, I'll follow him while you take this handbill to the sheriff. Tell him you think you might be able to lead him to the Gunnisons. Well, how'll I lead him? I'll leave a trail. You'll have no trouble following. Oh, I said he. Well, what about it, Joe? Are you willing to do things the right way? I... I'll go along with your plan. Thanks. I'll see you later. Right. Well-concealed camp in the extensive hill several miles north of Sawtooth City. Trig and Chick Gunnison had built a small fire. While Trig added dead twigs to the flames, Chick studied the moonlit trail below them through powerful binoculars. Any sign of land yet, Chick? Looks like he's coming now. There's someone riding after him. We'll move back into the shadows and wait for the critter whose trailing land. The disguised lone ranger saw the fire when he was still some distance from the camp. Who shall we move? Easy, steady, be calm. Leaving Silver at Ground Hitch, he advanced on foot. As he approached the well screen clearing, he noticed that it was deserted. He stopped. But Chick had already seen him. Get your hands up, mister. Keep walking toward the fire. Three guns are covering you, so don't try a fast move. A trap, huh? Both of you were smart trailing me, didn't you? Take his guns, Trig. Right. Hey! Now that he's stepped into the firelight, I recognize him, Chick. Who is he? A gentleman was talking to Joe Clemens in his hotel room tonight. I've seen him through the window. What's your interest in Joe Clemens? That's our business. Maybe Joe told him about the loot, Chick. Maybe Joe plans to split it with him. Is that it, stranger? What loot are you talking about? The $150,000 Pekas Jones stole from Wells Fargo. Pekas told Joe where he hid it. How do you know? My brother Slim overheard him talking in prison. The only thing we don't know is where to find it. Well, that's why you trailed Joe Clemens. He's going to lead us to that money in gold. Only he doesn't know it. You'll not live to tell him we're wise to him. Let him have it, Chick. Right. You drop guns. Put the gun on cover, Kim and Bobby. Please, my goodness. You drop guns or stop Lenn. Chick Gunnison whirled to fire at the sound of Tatl's voice, but the Indians gunroared. The outlaw spun under the impact of a bullet in the shoulder. I'll kill you for that. When Prig and Lenn turned to pace the Indian, the Lone Ranger's fists went into action. You! A hard blow to the side of Lenn's head sent the outlaw sprawling. He fell against Prig, knocking the killer off balance. Momentarily stunned. Lenn went down, but the Lone Ranger had already grabbed his gun. Before Prig could shoot, the Lone Ranger fired Lenn's revolver. Oh, my hand! You busted my hand! Make another move and I'll smash your arm. You all right, Kim and Bobby? Yes, thanks, Tutto. We got here just in time. Me have hard time finding an outlaw camp. Then we see fire a few minutes ago. We come here, find out. See you. Good work. Oh, what hit me? I did. If you want any more trouble... Oh, give us. I'm hurt by shoulder. I'll manage it after your hands are tied. I'll keep them covered, Tutto. Be tie-hands, then dress wound. Half an hour later, the Lone Ranger and Tutto rolled toward town with the Gunnison brothers and Lenn Fay. When they met Joe Clemens and Sheriff Sam Rush. The Laman studied Tutto closely and grinned as the Lone Ranger said, You know all about the Gunnison Sheriff. Lenn Fay's travel with him. Here, doggone right, I know about the Skunks, mister. And I think I know who you are. You do? I remember seeing Tutto and I recognized your voice. On top of that, I know your horse. There's not another one like Silver in the West. Oh, where we meet before? Well, I was a member of Sheriff Brand Posse in Calumet. You helped him capture the Ringo Durangang. Oh, yes. I'm downright proud to meet you again. Well, thanks, Sheriff. I'm glad Joe brought you here. I want to see those coyotes hanging. No, they'll swing for their crimes all right. And Lenn will probably get a long prison sentence for it. Joe, they said you know where to find the loot Pekos Jones hid. Well, I... Wells Fargo's offered a $10,000 reward for the return of this stolen money. Yeah. You learn the reward by turning it over to the Lone Ranger. That's right. If you know where to find it. Well, it's not really mine. It belongs to Pekos. It belongs to Wells Fargo. Well, old Pekos wanted me to go straight when I got out of prison. So I... I reckon I might as well go all the way. You've made a good start on the right track. Sheriff, you and Joe will be able to handle the prisoners, won't you? The hard work's already been done first, mister. We'll have no trouble with them from here to jail. Then Tottenham, I'll leave you. Good luck, Joe. Thanks, mister. Thanks forever. I hope we meet again. So do I. Ready, Tottenham? Uh-huh. Adios, Sheriff. So long, and thanks. I'd give anything for a six-shooter right now. I'd gun that critter in his engine, pal. You boys got away with framing me into prison. But I'll have the last laugh. What do you mean? I'll have a front seat at your hangin'. And watch more. I'm going to write, Pekos, and tell him he was right about vengeance. You might likewise tell him you met the Lone Ranger. I'll do the... The Lone Ranger, 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 Boy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.