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So tomorrow morning and every morning, start the day right with a Cheerios breakfast. Then you'll hear people say... He's feeling his Cheerios! With his faithful Indian companion title, 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 hoofbeats of the great horse Silver! The lone ranger rides again! Come on, silly! Let's go, big fella! Are you silly? Hooray! Several of the most important cattle trails in Texas led to the railroad shipping point known as Trail City. It was a turbulent town that attracted outlaws and gamblers as well as common. Tonto, the friend of the lone ranger, what supplies in Trail City? When he rejoined his mask friend in the camp outside of town, the Indian told about a man who frequented the Red Dog Cafe. Him? Gunman, Kimosabi. Everyone call him Sasparilla Kid. Does him drink only Sasparilla? Why did you call him a gunman, Tonto? For him wear two guns. People say him sit alone in cafe for past few days waiting for man him want to kill. Does he look like a killer? No. Oh, him young, good looking. Kimosabi, him doctor. How do you know he's a doctor? You see, we're in Thai horse at Hitch Rail. We tie scalp long side and take quick look in saddlebag. You certainly were curious. Oh, how did you find the saddlebag? No, you curious. Yeah, I admit it. Well, we find bag of doctor's tools and medicines and paper that say him finish medical school, niece. Did you see the man's name on it? Ah, it say James Hubbard. I wonder, Tonto, why a man who took the doctor's oath to save human life is prepared to turn killer. Me, wonder, same thing. Tonto, you said Dr. Hubbard spent the last few days in a cafe. Well, that's what me hear. You know if he's there evening. Huh? In there all time. From morning till cafe closed. All right, Tonto. We'll go there tonight. That evening, soon after dark, the lone ranger and Tonto started for town. Meanwhile, the red dog cafe was crowded with cowboys, whose herds had been brought to trail city for shipment by railroad. Young Dr. Hubbard sat alone at a table in the rear, a bottle of Sarsaparilla, the only soft drink of that time in front of him. His eyes were fixed on the bat wing doors at the street entrance, until an old man sweeping the floor came close to the table and said, Mr. I heard you've been asking about a man named John Sork. Yes, I have. Why? For five dollars, I'll tell you where he is. All right. Here's your money. Where is he? He's camped about a half mile east of town. He got there this afternoon and set up his tent. His tent? Yep, he's a preacher. Well, then he's the wrong man. The John Sork I'm waiting for is one of the toughest cattle burns in Texas. He makes his own laws and lives by the rope and gun. He should be here with a cattle herd in a few days. How long is it since you heard about him? About ten years. He's the same man. Sork used to be what you said, but for ten years now, he's been traveling around holding revival meetings near cow towns like this. His daughter travels with him. Her name is James. He set up a big tent and aims to start his revival meetings tomorrow night. He calls himself Brother John, and he preaches some powerful sermons against lynching and gun fighting. Brother John? I don't suppose he carries a gun anymore. Nope. He don't need a gun to defend himself. Nobody would shoot a sky pilot. I said nobody would shoot a sky pilot. I heard you. Not even a hot-headed gun slicked like Lightning Joe Crane. Who's he? He's foreman of the box-hole outfit, which just bedded down and heard a cattle outside the town. Last year... What happened last year? Lightning Joe was in town during the cattle-loading season, and Brother John was here at the same time. Lightning Joe started raising the ruckus, and Brother John disarmed him and threw him out of the tent. Never, never in all my life did I see a man as howlin' mad as Lightning Joe. That preacher sure has nerve. No wonder. As I told you, mister, no one would shoot a sky pilot like Brother John. You'd better get on with your sweeping. I want to thank you. Yeah, better get on with my sweeping. At that moment, the lone ranger and total drew rain and dismounted in the darkness behind the cafe. Near the closed back door, they found a window through which they could see the entire length of the big room. Toto indicated young Dr. Hubbard seated at his usual table near the window. I'd like to talk to him, Toto. I don't care, enter the cafe wearing a mask. Me go get him? Yeah, I was asking him to come here with you. You'd better use the front door. While Toto walked along the side of the building toward the front door, Lightning Joe Crane and his pal, Brazos, entered the cafe followed by the box-o-cowboys. Lightning Joe and Brazos strode to the rear of the room where the Sarsaparilla kids sat alone. They saw the chance to haze a tender foot, and Lightning Joe said, Well, an Easterner with two guns and a bottle of sarsaparilla. Ha, ha! Look here, you pilgrim, you know who I am. No. I'm Lightning Joe Crane, and I've plugged half a dozen men in my time. I'll take your word for it. Well, now, no one who drinks sarsaparilla has any business packing two guns. You better hand them over to me before you shoot yourself. Outstands for my guns are level with yours. You want them? Try to take them. Oh, big talk for a poor flusher. I don't like to be called names. Lightning Joe staggered back from the unexpected blow to his chin. He reached for a gun and shouted, I'll kill you for that! The doctor firing from the hip smashed Lightning Joe's half-drawn weapon. Then with his other gun covered Brazos. Please, mister. I don't shoot. Reach for a gun, you'll get the same as your pal. My answer is... Come on, boys, he's asking for trouble. The box-hole men hesitated when Dr. Hubbard waved his threatening gun. You men, stay back. Get him, boys! I'll shoot the first man who takes a step and draws a gun. Then someone threw a bottle. Like this! Hubbard dodged. His guns wavered. In that split second, Lightning Joe leaped at him. I'm got him! All right, I'm holding his arm so he can't shoot. Struggling to break away from Lightning Joe's bare-like grip. Dr. Hubbard dropped his guns. Lightning shouted, Brazos, use your gun to the club! Right off. Crack his skull. As Brazos lifted his weapon overhead, a gun barked. Brazos' gun flew out of his hand from the impact of a bullet fired by a mask man who had suddenly entered the back door. Holding two guns, he said, Stand back, you men. All of you. He's mad. He smashed my gun. I said all of you, stand back. Tahoe, who had hurried from the front door, jabbed his gun into Lightning Joe's side. Don't! Get back. All right, all right. Doctor, you pick up guns. I've got them. He got your horse behind Bill's. You go out the back door. But who are you? We're friends, Hubbard. Trying to get you out of here alive. I'll get the three of you for this. Don't anyone move. I don't understand who you are. There's no time for questions. Go, Otato. Your horse, right here. There'll be a bullet for anyone who tries to follow us. I'll get going. Easy, steady, big club. Easy, big club. One, two. One, two. By the time Lightning Joe and Brazos opened the door, the lone ranger and his companions were out of sight beyond buildings. The three soon reached the mask man's camp in the woods, off of town. There, the lone ranger gave an adequate explanation for his mask and told how Otato had learned the doctor's identity. There's one question you haven't answered. Yes, what is it, Doctor? Why did you and Otato help me? You needed help. You might have been killed. Life is cheap in this part of the country. Yes, life may be cheap, but your medical training is priceless. The West needs you. The country would suffer great loss if you were to die or kill. If I were to kill. Could you practice your profession after violating the doctor's oath by taking a human life? What makes you think I'd kill someone? The way you wear and handle your guns. Oh. Why not tell Otato and me the story? Well, I guess I owe you that much. It began 10 years ago. I was 15 years old. Living with my father was a poor homestead. Was your mother alive? No, she'd been dead for about a year. Dad and I lived near a wealthy rancher who hated homesteadies. Some of his cattle were stolen, and on the basis of flimsy evidence, the rancher accused my father of being the thief. Because of his charges, Dad was lynched. I'm sorry. Later, the real thieves were caught. They confessed, and Dad was proven innocent. But that didn't bring him back. I swore then that I'd kill the rancher. Oh? Before I could carry out my vow, the sheriff with whom I lived after Dad's death sent me to a rich lawyer in East, a friend of Dad's who adopted me and sent me through school. Yeah? After finishing medical school, I came back to Texas to get him. I found he'd sold his ranch. I didn't know where to find him, so I came here to Trail City, figuring he'd be here with cattle for a shipment by railroad. 10 years is a long time, Doctor. The rancher may be dead. No, he's alive. His name is John Thorpe. You don't mean Brother John? Yes. I learned tonight that Thorpe had become a preacher. That he's near Trail City. I've heard that Brother John does lots of good preaching against violence. Do you still want to kill him? I don't know. I'm going to talk to him. I think you should. I don't know. I'll go with you. You don't need to. I'll go with you, Doctor. Please, give me your gun. We'll continue our lone rink, your adventure in just a moment. All over the country, in every direction, how you, how you do it, is the question, and you want to have the happy people have to say, Keaton, oh, we descend, do, do, and okay, okay. And that's the truth. Take California champions, for instance. Now, way out west, you'll hear us talking about a quarterback we call Van Broklin, a passing star with Wheaties style who throws that ball a country mile. And Duke Snyder, too, is a West Coast man, a fancy slugger, and the Wheaties fan who takes his bat and scares them all when he knocks the hide right off the ball. Now, these two champions know that there's big energy in their favorite cereal because there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Wheaties, breakfast of champions. Keep party to your Wheaties, and you'll be do, do, do, and okay. Okay. Now, to continue. Meanwhile, most of the box-o'-cow hands had left the red dog and returned to their camp. A few townsmen remained in the cafe, also lightning Joe Crane and his friend, Brazos. The two sat at a table examining guns they borrowed from a couple of the ranch hands. That makes me sore when I think of my favorite gun being smashed. We're both here to buy new ones, Joe. Masked man's bullets smashed mine. I'd like to put a bullet through his head, and that goes double for that sospirilla drink in Easterner. I wish I knew where to find him. Maybe the barkeeper knows where he's staying. Yeah. Or maybe the old sweeper over there knows. I'll ask him. Hey, whiskey. Hey, speaking to me. Yeah, come here a minute. Yes, sir? You're always around here. Probably hear a lot of talking. You know where we'll find that sospirilla kid. You might find him with Brother John. Yeah, Mr. Gunnham. Here's five dollars. That's so you forget you talked to him. Thanks. You keep your mouth shut. Yes, sir. I sure will. That sospirilla kid's not the only one who'd like to shoot Brother John. Yeah, you've got a score to settle with him, Joe. The way he threw you out of his revival tent last year. And I haven't forgotten that. I'd like to... Brazos. I know how to square things with both the preacher and the kid. Oh. Catch them together. Shoot them both. And leave things so that they look like they shot each other. Come on. Let's go. Right. Meanwhile, Dr. Hubbard, alias the sospirilla kid, accompanied by the Lone Ranger and Toto, grew rain and dismounted, a short distance from the big revival tent on the outskirts of Trails City. The Lone Ranger glanced at the lighted tent, which glowed in the darkness. Then drew from his belt the guns he'd taken from the doctors. He handed them to Toto, saying, Put these into one of the doctors' saddlebags. Ah, me do it. Let me put them into my holsters. I'll not use them. So you think Brother John will be wearing a pair of guns? It's hardly likely. Then why should you? All right. Have it your way. We go to the tent now? Yes, Toto. The shadow girl and wall at the tent. Must be Jane. She's John Thorpe's daughter. Shall I go in first? Yes, go ahead, Doctor. I don't know. I'll be right behind you. We're not ready for... Where is Brother John? Oh, he's in our living quarters, beyond the partition at the other end of the tent. You don't remember me, do you, Jane? Remember you? No, I... That man behind you. Please don't be alarmed because of my mask. Toto and I are friends of Dr. Hubbard. Dr. Hubbard? Jim Hubbard? Yes, Jane. It's been ten years since we saw each other. Ten years since you swore to kill my father. And now you're here with a masked gunman and a savage Indian to carry out your vows. No, Miss Thorpe. Don't lie to me. Father and I know about you, Jim. We've heard about the way you practiced every day with your guns, and we knew why you did it. Jane, I admit I swore to avenge my dad and came from the east for that purpose. But when I got here, I learned that your father had become a preacher. So you brought a masked gunman to do your killing for you. That's not true. I'll tell you why my father became a preacher. It was because he so bitterly repented the mistake he made, the mistake that made you an orc. He sold his ranch, his cattle, everything he owned, and he gave part of the money to charity. The rest he turned over to a lawyer in the east, a lawyer named Hawks. Hawks? The man who adopted me. Yes. Did you really believe he was a friend of your father? No, that's what you were supposed to think. But actually he was my dad's agent to raise you, to give you an education. I didn't know that. He kept dad advised. We knew how well you didn't school and how you were constantly practicing with guns. Jane, please believe me. I'm sorry. Oh, dad. Who are these men? This is James Hubbard, Dr. Hubbard. Jim, I'm glad to see you. Mr. Thorpe, brother John, I'm glad to see you. I've so much to say to you. Are these men your friends? Yes, this is Tondo and I don't know the mask man's name. I'm glad to meet your brother, John. He and Tondo saved my life and I'm glad to know you. You've done good work. So have you. Jane told me what you've done for me. I didn't even suspect that you'd spent all your money. I didn't do it for you, Jim. I did it for myself. Ten years ago I made a hideous mistake. I hope that by doing my best to make it a fusion, I might earn forgiveness. I've your hands, Ollie. Watch it. Keep them high. So they say, Tondo. Bronzo, swightling Joe. If anyone makes a move, I'll shoot the girl. This is luck, Joe. We'll get square with the mask man and the engine as well as the others. It's our night for revenge. Put down those guns. I threw you out of this ten years ago. Yeah, and I'm here to get square. Shoot any one of us and you'll both hang. Not a chance. Everyone in town will think the South Florida kid did this shooting with the help of his pals. Who? You. I have a gun. You will have when they find your body. It'll be the gun that shot that preacher in his door. You two think you'll get away with the murder of all five of us? Yeah. And we'll start with the men who wear guns. You and your engine pal. Bronzo, if you drill the engine, I'll take the mask man. Right. You scum! Yeah! That was an explosion of action when Joe and Bronzo tightened their trigger fingers. In that instant, the lone ranger and Totto gambling with their lives stuck low and charged. And in the same instant, brother John walks forward. The first shots went wild. But Joe and Bronzo still held their guns and struggled for the chance to use them. The young doctor joined the fight. And under his gun head, I'll do the rest. I'll kill you. You will not get paid on my wrist. Drop the gun or I'll break it. Bronzo dropped his gun, but lightning Joe fired once more. The preacher staggered back and fell as Totto finished the fight with a hard blow to Joe's jaw. Good work, Totto. They knocked one out. I've dropped my gun. Don't shoot. On your feet, Bronzo. You're through. My father's been shot. He's unconscious. Give me a gun. I'll kill those crooks. You know, gunman Hubbard, your worst is a doctor. While Totto and I tied these would-be murders. My surgical kit is in one of my saddle bags. I'll get it. It was about half an hour later when the doctor finished work on the wounded preacher and looked up. He saw Bronzo's and lightning Joe seated on the ground, tightly bound and guarded by the lone ranger and Totto. Jane, who had been kneeling in prayer, lifted her head when she heard. How about a doctor? Brother John will live. Thank heaven. And thank you, Jim. Dr. Hubbard. It was a difficult operation, well performed. You're the kind of doctor who's needed in the West. This is my country. I belong here. Here are your guns. I'll not leave them anymore. Only to help Totto guard these prisoners until the sheriff takes over. That's right. Are you sure my father'll be all right? Yes, Jane. He should regain consciousness very soon. The sheriff will be here soon. Good. Me, we... Adios. Goodbye. Totto, we're all mighty indebted to you and to your mass grave. We glad to help. Jim, who is the mass man? Jane, in his way, he's a combination of doctor, preacher and lawman. He fights to save men's lives, their souls, and their human rights. He's the Lone Ranger. 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.