 Harry Horst with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hoffy high of silver! The moon-ra- The Indian companion toggle, the daring and resourceful mask-wider of the planes, 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. Recurring with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the Greenhorst server! The whole ranger rides again! More solar! More solar! More solar! Sam is a boy of tennis. He busts right in the robbers' den. And that's his man because he knows he's got g... Cereal's all right. The nourishing old cereal that's shaped like little levelers. The ready-to-eat cereal with a wonderful toasted old flavor. What's more, every delicious spoon full of curios and milk is real muscle-building food. That's right, each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals and proteins your body needs. And these good things in a 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 go-power. So try Cheerios, the famous old cereal that needs no cooking. And soon you'll hear people say, What? He's feeling his cereal. Two men sat at a table in the cafe at Milton. The younger of the two, known as Jim Green, spoke to his companion, Carlos, a pleasant-faced Mexican. We've got to get back to the bar, M. Carlos. Don't forget we ride in the West Range from midnight to seven in the morning. Oh, I have not forgotten, Jim. But it is so early. Come on. A couple of hours rest will do us both good with all your honor. Easy steady, boy. Come on, get under the hip. Hey, you're a good car, aren't you, Jim? And a good friend. Almost two months we have worked at the bar and together, over something you said in the cafe a while ago, I do not understand. What did I say? You said in about two weeks you would be leaving the bar and... Oh, that. We are good friends, Carlos, and maybe it's about time I told you some. First off, my real name isn't Jim Green. It's Jim Greenfield. Greenfield? I have heard the name before. The owner of the big turkey spread some distance out of here. Now Redstone is named Greenfield. That's right. You see, Silas Greenfield is my dad. He is your father? But why are you then, are you working at the bar? Him is your colleague. Since you and I are such good friends, Carlos, I'll tell you about that. A little more than two months ago, I... I got the sort of a fracass at the cafe in Redstone. And breaking up to then, I was sort of... Well, the kind that was always getting into one scrape or another. Yeah, perhaps, but you have changed my... Thanks to you, Carlos. Any way to get back to my story. When I got to the ranch house that night, dad was waiting for me, and he was plenty riled. By Sunday, Jim, it's about time you've gone home. I'm waiting to talk to you. Sit down. All right, dad. I reckon you heard about the little trouble I had in town, huh? I heard about it all right. I told you before, if you had any more trouble and didn't buckle down and work like a man, I'd do something about it. Why? I don't say. You're packing up and leaving here in the morning. What? If you can go someplace, get a ranch job and hold it for at least two months, you can come back here. If you can't do that, so help me. Everything I have will go to your cousin, Jake Allen. He has only a small ranch of me a milking. But by Jiminy he seems to make a good living on it. Jake Allen wants to get his hands on this spread. I never liked him, and I didn't think you did, dad. That has nothing to do with it. I'm giving you one more chance, but not here. You do like I said, go get a job and hold it for at least two months and bring me a letter from some rancher proving you did a good job. That's all I have to say, Jim. You heard my terms. Now it's up to you to do something about it. That's all. Good night, and goodbye. So your father sent you away to get a job, huh? Yeah. In a couple of weeks, my two months will be up. Then I'll get a letter from the boss and head for whom. And you'll come with me, Carlos. Well, let's get a move on. We're wasting time. See you. Come on, get it. The following morning, Jim's cousin, Jake Allen, was eating breakfast with his right-hand man, Bushy. Well, Jake, things are going right poorly here at the ranch. But it wasn't for certain operations we carry out with the men. That uncle of yours wouldn't think you were doing the work. Oh, no. We'll have to pull another robbery soon. Our cash is getting kind of low. But someday I'll own the Circle G. And maybe sooner than Uncle Cy realizes. He told me that he's changing his will in my favor in a couple of weeks. And then anything can happen. You're counting your chickens too soon, Jake. Well, I was aiming to tell you. I wrote in the milking last night. I saw Jim Greenfield in the cafe. Seems he's working at the bar M spread under the name of Jim Green. And he has only two more weeks to go. Then his old man will take him back. Yeah, and that means I'm out in the cold. Tell me what you found out, Bushy. Your cousin had a partner, a Mexican. They were assigned to ride the West Range over there, midnight to seven. A Mexican's name's Carlos. Jim got into trouble. He'd be out for good. What are you thinking about? Tell me. Did you get a good look at the Mexican? Yeah, he has a stocky build, slick black hair. Totally nice looking, aren't we? Mm-hmm. And Jim is sort of slim, built like you. That's right. I got an idea floating around my mind, Bushy. If I knew a Mexican who could pass for that Carlos. You know, with bandana to cover his face. Well, I don't know a Mexican. But I have a friend named Milton who's something like Carlos. And he's mighty good at faking a Spanish accent. Well, by Galí, that'll do it. I'll tell you the plan. I have mine. That same evening, Toto, Indian companion to the Lone Ranger, went to Milton for supplies. He returned to the camp they shared in the nearby hills. Oh, Scott. Oh, well, I... Easy, Scott. Easy, Scott. You made a good time, Toto. It's not far to town. Moon, plenty bright. Hear anything that might lead to the outlaws that have been operating in this territory? No. But we hear two men talk at hitch-rack. And me think them plan trouble. But me put supplies in saddlebags. And me kneel down to take stones from Scouts Hope. And two men come from cafe to get horses. Them not notice me. Well, well, them talk while I'm getting ready to mount. Me hear them plenty playing. Did he hit leather soon? Yeah. What did your boss want to talk to me about? Did he tell you? He thinks you can help on a job because of the way you can fake a Mexican accent. You know, I built like somebody he wants to put something over on. Yeah, it sounds like risky business. You've taken plenty of risks before. Don't worry. Remember, you'll get plenty of cash for it. So why worry? Let's go. What? Get up. Come on. The lone ranger decided to trail the men and find out what to claim. A masked man and Indian found the tracks left by Bushy and Sid and Oliver. Later at night, they started the entrance to Jake Allen's small ranch. I'm turning here. Yeah, the place is lighted. We'll approach it on foot and try to find out more about those two men who used to live here. These sobering scouts here on the trees. A few minutes later, the masked man and the Indians stopped on the edge of the clearing near the house. I'll approach the women on one side. You go to the one on the other side, Donald. All right, let's go. Two men separated, moving cautiously toward each side of the ranch house. The lone ranger reached the window and carefully looked inside at that moment. Reach, mister. I got a gun at your back. Reach in big quiet. All right. I was coming from the barn. I saw you sneak to this window. I saw you partner, too. I'll take your guns and get the drop on him. A man behind the lone ranger reached out to pull the guns from the masked man's hosters. With a lightning-like move, the lone ranger suddenly kicked back. Then dropped his hand, grabbing the cook's gunarm and twisting it at that place. Oh, my God! Oh, my God! You make too much noise. Oh! What happened to you, my buddy? This man surprised me. Pick up his gun. We'll have to leave quickly. The men come from the barn. Yeah, it's really great. We'll wait. Oh, get watered. All right. Easy, easy. Easy, easy. Come on. The lone ranger and turtle soon outdistance the carboys who had lost time getting their mouths at the corral. Later after covering the trail, a masked man and Indian reached their camp without mishap. Oh, oh, oh. Easy, easy. Easy. Too bad we didn't get a chance to find out more about the men in the ranch out there. Ah. That place will be closely watched from now on. We'll watch tomorrow in case those two were planning trouble. Critten falls on the first act of our lone ranger adventure. Before the next exciting piece, please permit a surprise for just a few moments. When Bill's up at the kids' house, you can't strut the flugger out. He gets so iffy, cause he knows. He says, oh, yes, he got that. The cereal shaped like little letter O's. And those O's stand for oats. The good grain Cheerios is made from. Every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, mills, and proteins your body needs. Yes, those good things in a Cheerios breakfast do good things for your body. Help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, storm bones, and mottles. You can see that Cheerios is made to give you real good power. So make sure you have a Cheerios breakfast every day. Then you'll hear people say, What? He's feeling his Cheerios. Now to continue. At Jake Allen's ranch house, Jake was conferring with Bushey and Sid. What's your plan, Jake? Jim Greenfield and his sidekick to Mexican. Ride the range every night. Now you, Sid, and Bushey, wearing bandanas over your faces will pull that job I mentioned about Dawn. Bushey's gym size, you're stocky like the Mexican. In other words, we're supposed to be them, huh? That's right. And to make sure that people think so. Be sure to mention their names as if you got excited and forgot to be careful. You know, you call Bushey Jim, have him called you Carlos. I get it. And be sure to cover your tracks and come back here. I'll ride over the mill so as to be there when things begin to pop. Yeah, and we ought to get plenty of cash out of that job, Jake. Don't worry, the loot will be split three ways. If things go bad, Jim Greenfield will be done for and I'll wind up owning the Circle G Spray. The following morning, Bushey and Sid waited behind some large boulders a few miles from Milton. I hear the stage coming now. Get your bandana over your face so we won't be recognized. All right. Don't forget to call me Jim and I'll mention the name Carlos. Let's go. I'm ready. Come on and start shooting. Get it. Hey, looks like the guard took a bullet. Yeah, that's too bad. Throw down the case box, mister. Sure. Sure. What's your problem, mister? You already killed the guard. Carlos, keep him covered while I keep an eye on the passengers. Of course, Jim. Don't worry. I shall watch your driver close. The enemy coupled inside the coach trying to go in if they're here. They don't carry any valuables. No use wasting any time with them then. Hurry with that case box. Yeah, yeah. Here, Carlos. Good. Now get that stage out of here and be quick about it. Sure. Sure. You get that. Yeah, come on. Kill him. Come on, Sid. We'll bust the lock off that box with force, grab the contents and then beat it for Jake's money. Later, the stage arrived in Milton and caused great excitement. The sheriff noticing the curious crowd at the stage top, hurriedly left his office and pushed his way through the onlookers. Hey, what's the matter here? Let me go. The stage was held up carefully. Two masked out hoots came out of hide and throw. The guard stopped the bullet for you. What was happening? He took the cash box. I'll have a look at the guard. Somebody get the doctor and hurry. Later, the sheriff. He's dead. What happened here? Oh, hurry, Mr. Allen. A couple masked outlaws held up the stage a while ago and killed the guard. I got it. That's murder. You got a good look at the killer's driver? Yeah. How about that driver? Well, one was slim. The other stocky and spoke like a Mexican. They were riding a bronc and a pinot. The hold up happened at Big Boater's Hollow, a few miles from the town. The two old people who were passengers were inside the stage station. They'll agree what I told you about the crooks. I'll question them. Was there anything else that might help you recognize them guys? There was. Come think of it. One of them mentioned the name Jim. The other mentioned Carlos. Jim was a slim fella. Carlos of Mexican. Ah, a slim fella named Jim. A stocky Mexican called Carlos. I don't recall. Wait a minute. What? He had to grab the car, entrance of the bar, and slam green in his partner Carlos's roof, and come to think of it, they ride a bronc and a pinot. Now, take a party and go get them right now! Tatl, who had been in town and had seen and heard everything that happened, pulled to a stop at the camp where the Lone Ranger was waiting. Tatl told what had taken place. Then the two men went to trail the outlaws. Meanwhile, in spite of their declarations of innocence, Jim and Carlos were taken from the bar and ranch and posse and brought to the jail at Milton. At the time, the discussions at the cafe about the killing and robbery became more heated. Jake Allen did his best to keep the subject alive. Well, I'd see to it that those two got what was coming to us. Look, for instance, you could get him out of jail. Give him a chance to run. Then shoot him down for crying to escape. Oh, go on, Mr. Allen. It's got the right idea. What do we put up with this? Let's settle with them two murderin' waddys right now. All right, let's go get him. We'll give him a night like they gave to the cops. The sheriff and the deputy were in his office when the door suddenly opened and 10 silent but sullen-faced men entered with drawn guns. Hey, watch this. You and the deputy are covered, Sheriff. We come to get those two killers and we mean business. If you men are aiming to hang those prisoners... We don't aim to hang them, Sheriff. We figure they ought to have a chance to escape. Right, men? Mr. Allen, I'm surprised to see you with a mob like this. I want you, if you and these men take the law into your own hands, I... Help me over, Sheriff. I'm not carrying a gun nor a rope for that, man. You got the sheriff and deputy covered, men. You, if you get the keys, bring out those two fighters. A few minutes later, Jim and Carlos were brought into the front office on their cells. Cousin Jake, what are you doing here? I happened to be in town and heard what you did. Of course, I didn't know one of the killers was... You, we didn't tell anybody or hold up the steed. The sheriff says they got the goods on you. I didn't say that yet. It's just... Shut up, Sheriff. We'll do the talking. The Uncle Silas sure will be sorry to hear about this, Jim. What's all this? That young fellow of your cousin? From the way you've been talking and acting, I'd say... Keep quiet, Sheriff. I didn't know it was Jim at the time. Now I reckon it's too late to do anything. All right, you two old hoots. We'll give you a chance. Your horses have been brought around to the front and you're free to go. No, wait. These local men will be shooting at you through the door on the windows. Shut up, Sheriff. Get moving, both of you. Go on, make a run for it. Oh, no, no, wait. I'm making a mistake. We are not the ones who did the shooting. That sure sounds like the Mexican voice I heard when they held up the steed. Go on. Start running out that door. Get going. They're not going anywhere. In the doorway, holding guns. Then you come in through the back way. They got us covered. Well, do something. Thanks, your gun deputy. Thanks to the masked man. We've turned the tables. How do we adopt your guns? Why don't you take a chance when a masked man who likely came to help the killers appears? I think you know as well as I do those two men aren't the killers. The men in the shelf holds are outside. I do their horses. You're glad to hear that. I'll ride to the Circle G and tell your father. They're not riding anyplace, Allen. The two men we captured at your ranch house have involved you as leader of a gang we've been hunting. What? Also, you planned that hole up to get Jim Greenfield into trouble. I don't know who you are or how you find out about this, but we sure think you did. The two men we captured gave us all the facts. They hoped to save their own necks by giving evidence against Allen and the others of the gang. Why, that dirty coyote. He's a whole talent to clarify what the masked man has said. Jim's father gave him two months to make good as a ranch hand or lose his inheritance to his cousin, Jake Allen. Jim is making good and the two months will soon be up. Jake knew this and planned to get Jim into real trouble. So that's what it's all about. Jim, this masked man is a good friend. No, he sure is. No one ever saw him before. Your father will be glad to hear about you, Jim. I'm sure he'll be waiting for you when you finish making good and go back to the Circle G. Thanks, mister. Carlos and I'll be the two hardest working waddys on the spread. What about Allen's men is here with him. We were given a description of him. He's the man whom I was forced to lean, Sheriff. I had nothing to do with the killing. I called him this high, Dad. And for the rest of you men, you better sneak on home and think over the facts that I could run you in for what you tried to do. But I'm sure Jake Allen was behind it all. Three more Allen's men will be at the bunk house and sundown, Sheriff. It'll be a simple matter to go there and pick them up. I'll allow them to meet you later and go with you. Until then, adios. Adios! That masked man is a real hombre, Jim. But for him and the Indian, we will not be here now. Yeah, he's a real friend, sir. Just who is he, Sheriff? Sure, I know. He's an hombre who can't stand pole cats like your cousin, Jake Allen. And does all he can to bring law and order to the West. You see, he's the low ranger. He's the low ranger. Yes, sir. Get on your way. 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