 The speed of light, a cloud of dust, and the hockey-high old silver, the lone ranger! In companion Toto, the daring and resourceful mask-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 hoofbeaks of the great horse Silver. The lone ranger rides again! Monk Silver! Let's go big fellow! I am Silver! Then the fastest yet, he can loop the loop because he knows... Every breakfast and you'll get go-power too. Because a Cheerios breakfast is loaded with proteins, vitamins, and minerals. The very things that help build healthy bodies, strong bones, good red blood, and muscles. Why they'd be the sort of breakfast you'd go for even if they didn't taste so good. And they do taste delicious. Cheerios are a real old cereal, already cooked with that delicious toasted old flavor. So that's for you, swell-tasting Cheerios and milk for go-power. Eat them every morning and you'll hear... He's feeling his cheer! Brother notorious Martin brothers Casey and Dad. Rob the Allen City Bank and escaped after shooting three persons. They fled in an easterly direction, but in order to throw off their pursuers, backtracked and continued to the west. Seldom resting, eating hardly at all, the outlaws continued to ride for three days. Then when they and their animals were at a point of utter exhaustion, they halted. Oh, oh! Casey Martin called his brother to one side and said... Ab, if there was anyone following us, we'd be shaking them off by this time. Yeah. Casey, we're in sad shape. The horses are almost finished. The boys are hungry. I know, I know. So whether we like it or not, Ab, we have to take a chance on being seen while we try to get food and horses. Have any idea where we are? No, we've never worked this part of the country. The kid says he's been here before. The boy says there's a town called Dunmore, west of here. Few of us are going there with him while the rest stay here. We have to rustle up some grub and some new horses. Maybe something to drink. Ab Martin, the kid, and three other outlaws, including one called Johnny, reached the outskirts of Dunmore in the afternoon. Ab made a decision. Kid, there's no chance anyone will recognize you. You go into town now and order the grub and look for the horses. The boys and I'll go in when it's dark. Well, stay at some cafe till about 10 o'clock and then meet you. Well, hide over there among those trees till dark. Here on Papa, in the wild hills to the north of Dunmore, stopped at the gold mine of Prospector Jack McVeigh, a man they've known for many years. I was surprised to see that the entrance to the mine was blocked by a massive round boulder, which Jack was trying to remove with no results. Jack, after greeting them, said... The last time you were here was a year ago, in the summer. Ah, it right after you start to dig here. I did a lot of digging, too. Kept at it all summer and fall. What's to dug 40 feet straight through that hill, right behind the rock? What's the rock doing there lodges in the entrance? Man, do you know how it snows and blows once winter sets in up here? I do, Jack. Well, it's really bad. Bad? It's the worst. Once the snows started, I scooted out of here. But first, I used my mule to help me push that rock again the entrance to the mine. Now I can't move it away. Well, stop worrying about it, Jack. Toto, take this spade and start digging a shallow trench away from the boulder. Ah, me do it. I'll use your pick, Jack, and loosen the dirt that's holding the boulder tight. Toto dug a narrow trench from the rock to the top of a small incline that leveled off about 10 feet from the mine entrance. Then when the boulder was loose, they rolled it along the trench as a train might roll on a track. They stopped when the boulder rested on level ground. Jack McVay thanked them and invited them to eat with them at his cabin a mile away from the mine. But the Lone Ranger declined. Oh, no thanks, Jack. We'll set up camp as we always do. We'll not be too far away. Perhaps we'll see you in the morning. At that moment in Dunmore, Deputy Sheriff Rudy Carmack, breathless and pop-eyed, burst into the office of Sheriff Tom Wayne. Ed Martin. It's him, Sheriff. It's him, all right. I'm sure. What are you talking about? Ed Martin, the outlaw. He and three other fellas are sitting at a table over in Kick Glass Goes Cafe. Look, the report we got from Alan City, said the gang headed east after they robbed the bank there. I don't care what the report said, Sheriff. Ed Martin. All right, all right, Rudy. Round up every man you can get. Do it fast. We're going over to the cafe and take those arm rays. Come in to Dunmore right in the open, would they, huh? Come on, we'll show them. There were 10 deputies with Sheriff Wayne and Rudy Carmack when they rushed into the cafe and covered Ed Martin and his pals. Don't move, Martin. You're under arrest. Look out, Sheriff. Don't shoot, Sheriff. You're waiting to open. Don't shoot again, Sheriff. We'll give up. You're fooled us this time. Throw your gun in, Johnny. That's more like it. Pete, get those two-handed arm rays in the dockies. Ed will take you and your pal to our jailhouse for a while. Go to it. You never hold us there. No. You're right. Because we're putting you and a stagecoach and driving you back to Allen City where they want you. We'll start looking for your brother and the rest of the gang tomorrow. Sheriff, I'm going after that stagecoach. Rudy Carmack hurried to the stable and sought out the owner. Josh, get your stagecoach fixed up, huh? The sheriff wants to hire it. Sure thing, Rudy. Say, that was some excitement you had over at the cafe, huh? Yeah, I called Ed Martin and another outlaw and shot two others. That's what we want the coach for, to take Martin and his pal, Allen City, tonight. We figure if we leave right away, we'll get there. As Rudy Carmack talked to figures standing in the shadows, seemed to melt away from the stable, the young outlaw known as the kid had heard enough. He hurried to where his horse was tied, mounted it, then headed for the hills and the place where he knew that Casey Martin and the rest of the gang waited. Take some to Allen City, isn't what we rode on today? Those filthy, slithering rats taking Ab and Johnny like that. Well, they're not going to keep them. You're going to try to hold up the stage, Casey? We'll blast the stage in every tin badge rabble that's guarding my brother. Always get your guns in your eyes. We've been waving here for more than an hour now. You sure this the road they'll take to Allen City? I am Casey. I'll check when I was over here. Coming around the bend in the road. It's a stage, Coach. There are four riders with us. Guards. There are none of us. Boys, blast the guards first. The outlaw's initial burst of fire sent three of the guards tumbling from their horses. The fourth rider and the shotgun guard returned the fire. What the outlaw's attack was as relentless as it was unexpected, bullets wounded the fourth guard and one of the lead horses on the coach. As the wounded animal fell, the other horses piled up and each coach careening turned over. We're in shotgun guard. We're thrown to the road unconscious. Oh, it's a fire, boys. No more. Abs inside that coach. Ab and Johnny. We've got to get them out. We've got to get them out. Well, Casey, we've got Ab and Johnny out of the coach. They're banged up bad. Not as bad as a sheriff and that deputy. What are you going to do, Casey? What we plan to do, get away from here as fast as we can. Let's get Ab and Johnny onto a horse. All right. 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. That Bobby is the boy of nine. He can really hit that line. He's the star because he knows. Nourishing because they're made from oats with minerals, vitamins and proteins that your body needs. Yes, indeed. A bowl of Cheerios and milk really starts your day off right. All sorts of good things for your body helps you have strong bones and muscles, good red blood and healthy nerves. So every morning, take on a bowl of Cheerios and milk for real go power. You like that wonderful toasted oat flavor too. Downright delicious. Come to think of it, Cheerios is one of the tastiest muscle-building foods you can eat. Try Cheerios and you'll hear... He's feeling his Cheerios. To continue, as high in the hills he had trudged on relentlessly for five hours. Casey Martin leading the horse that carried his brother called through the darkness. Kid, I think you got us lost. Doesn't seem to be any direction to where we're going. I'm sorry, Casey. There's only more moonlight. Maybe I could just... Casey. Boys look there behind the trees. It's a light. It's a cabin, boys. You see? That means grub. Let's go there. Get it. Prospector Jack McVeigh and his cabin had lighted the lantern when he heard hoofs and footsteps somewhere nearby. He walked to the door and opened it, as Casey Martin and the kids stopped outside. Ben, who are you? What do you want? Hi there, Pop. Who's with you? Nobody, but I asked you a question first. I know these are boys alone. Leave the horses come on in. Wait a second, you. Out of the way, old man. Why are you young whippersnapper? I'll bash your head for pushing me. Stop waving that lantern around like that. You're getting oil all over the floor. Give me that lantern. It's covering snakes. Hey, fire. The place has done fire. Casey, get out. Get out. We can't stop you. I know. Get away. Hold on in a second. Did I told you to watch out? Where is that old geezer? Damn, you're fire-setting devil. Knocked out. You'll lout your broker's head just for that? The blaze overheated a drum of coal oil inside. Things are spreading. There'll be a forest fire. They got a horse with ab on it, and let's get away from here. Can't stay here. Move back. The lone ranger and Toto in their camp less than a mile away saw the flames, heard the explosion, and rolled through the night to the scene of the fire. Oh, oh, oh. Easy, Toto. Easy, Toto. This is Jock's cabin, Toto. There he is. Over there on the ground. Let me see him. Other man beside him. Let's drag them out of harm's way. Come on. This is far enough. Hit me again and out. Easy, Jock. Easy. You're all right. I'll bash your head. Oh, shoot. Lie still, Jock. You'll be all right. Other man's bad shape, Kimusabi. He'll not come too easy. What man? Oh, young coyote, huh? I did that to him. Hit him with a sack full of gone nuggets. That's what I did. Jock, the fire's not going to spread, but it's too late to do anything about your cabin. So tell us what happened. Excitably but briefly, Jock related the events leading to the fire. The lone ranger asked, Jock, are you well enough to look after this young fellow? I am. I'll tie him up just to make sure he doesn't try any funny stuff when he comes to. That'll be a long time from now, I think. Come on, Toto. Let's go after the others. We'll tie their horses to a tree, then quietly make their way through the underbrush till they reach the spot near the group of men. They can hear the crooks' words and phrases from time to time. There's no floor. All right, girl. Let's go back and get this kid. Oh, he's the same. Let's get away. We love over there. A lot of man's somebody. We're going to have to find a place to hide to have some bad shape. When one of the men lighted a match, the lone ranger and Toto saw three faces in the pale yellow flare. Toto, that's Casey Martin. Man with an outlaw, too. That's a gang every sheriff in the west is looking for. Toto, you right back to Dunmore. Get the sheriff and all the help possible. Well, I'll try to join the Martin gang. Come back here a bit so we can talk more freely. The fleeing Martin gang, some of them still badly hurt, reached a decision after a meeting of many minutes. The leader, Casey Martin, accepted it. All right, boys. We'll set up guards and rest here an hour or two. This is a bad place to live. Freeze, mister, move in our soup. Why, Casey? I came here to do things for you. He knows you, Casey. Sure I do. Now, you too, Raffo. New Gilligan and Jamesy. Hey, who are you? How do you know us? Anyone who knows anything about real outlaws knows you boys. Funny, I could meet you up here. What's the idea of the mask, stranger? Why do you fellas wear bandanas at times? People I know wear masks when they do a job. I'm just different enough to wear mine always. Never mind the talk. Maybe you're somebody we don't know. This isn't our territory. Don't I know it? Now, look, it'll be dawn soon. This is a bad place to be congregating. It sure is. I have to shoot him up a sheriff in his man. You shouldn't fire to a place like this. He's a trap shot. There's a hideout just a short distance from here, Casey. Nobody knows about it but me. I'm heading there now. I heard you fellas. You have one where? Just over the ridge in a cave. A cave big enough to hold this entire outfit. Horses and all. I'd like to take you there, Casey, if you and the boys want to go. If you don't want to, it doesn't matter to me. Casey, do what he says. I'm weak and need a rest. Me too. Well, I don't know what to do. Go on, Casey. All right. Doing this for you, Ab. Stranger, you still haven't told me who you are. But a mask means only one thing to me. You're an outlaw too. So leave the way to this hideout of yours. Leading silver where Tata was hiding. The lone ranger unerringly led the remains of the Martin gang to Jacques McVeigh's mine. There were letters inside and the men lit these. All right. Casey, give me some water. Sure, Ab. Wait till I get my canteen. Well, you boys are settling down here. I'll get rid of the prints outside. You stay here, fellas. I'll be seeing you. Hey, hey, you wait up. Casey, the water, please. Oh, sure, Ab, sure. Here. Take some. You now, Ab. Hey, Ab, do you get a look at that mask out there? Yeah. Something about him I don't like. It's as if it... Wait a minute. I'm sorry, Ab. Hey, boys, I just thought of something. There's one masked man in the West who's not an outlaw. Get your guns ready. I'm going out and find out if this would be the armed raid. Casey Martin, his eyes suddenly bright, ran from the mine into the night. Hey, you, masked man. Where are you, masked man? Over here, Casey. Where? Hey, what are you doing to that boulder? You're pushing it. Well, you double-crosser, I know who you are. You're the lone-ranger. That gun, lone-ranger, that's who you are, aren't you? Stop that gun, Casey. No, I'll... Boys! Boys! All right, take it. No! As Casey fell unconscious from the punch, the lone-ranger ran to the boulder. He stood behind it and with a mighty effort pushed. The giant boulder in the groove made earlier rolled down the incline and slammed tight against the opening to the mine. Strike right in the middle. Stop shouting. You're locked in there until the law comes. Go ahead. Push against the rock, all of you. You'll have to squeeze through to get out. And it'll be one at a time. I'll have my guns ready. Waiting. Late that morning, Tonto appeared with Sheriff Wayne, Rudy Carmack and other deputies. Jack McVeigh, who was with the group, spoke first. How do you know, man? You have them cooped up in the mine just like Tongo said you would. Yes. Casey Martin tried to come out. You'll find them bound tightly over by the tree. Brother Abbott's inside with the rest. They ambushed us last night. Almost killed me and my men. Lucky we're tough, we survived. Me, too. Burn the place down they did and bash me. Only I bashed a little myself. That whipper snapper's head will be getting fixed with five doctors for weeks. That lad was an outlaw. A kid, they call him. Well, they'll call him by a number now instead of a name. That is, if they don't hang him. He told us they have the Allen Bank money with them. Well, let's get it. Me and Cuffer that open. All right. A few of you worked that boulder away from the entrance. All right. Now, if they've massed ma'am with only... See, they've massed ma'am. He was here a second ago. Where is he? Well, that Indian was holding a white horse. See, the mass man's on it. They're waning to us and they're riding away. That's the way he always does. Works by himself till crooks are ready for capture. Then lets the law step in. Yes, sir. We heard them say that. And I guess it's why they call him the known ranger. 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