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Came with the eyeglasses. Eyeglass. Right here, Jack. This whole case of just- Your copy's as weak as it is. Your ads on the back page. Yeah, but the name that might be worth a million dollars. Sam Bates died last week. His will was in the safe of lawyer Sherwood. Sam left everything he owned to a man who once grub-staked him. An Englishman named Ed Whitton. The luck of the French. Eyeglass advertisement appeared the following week on the front page of the Gazette. Beside another article about the missing English heir. The newspaper was distributed to other towns including Red Rock, Matto saw and bought a copy while shopping in the general store. The Indian rode from Red Rock to a nearby woods where the lone ranger waited in camp. Wood scouts. Open up. It is scouts. It is scouts. Me bring food and Santa back in the- Keeping the promise he made is to stay out of trouble. Me not sure. Oh, why? You shoot straight, read butter, and look better when you correct that faulty vision with eyeglasses from the Bonnaby Falls Centaurium. Get rid of the bloodshot in your eyes, regain the healthy sparkle of youth. See where you're going, what you eat. Enjoy life once again. That sound like things Bonk say. That is what you're talking about. Me glad. We haven't seen you old man for a long time. Potato, do you see this article in the paper? When we only see what Bonk say. Sam Bates is dead. Do you remember him? Sam Bates? Yes, a prospector we helped on the trail some time ago. Oh, and me remember. He owned a clone in the Comstock Loan. That bloody rich. He left it to a man named Edward Winton. Also unknown as English Eddie. He never heard of that name. Neither did I. His whereabouts is unknown. Him Englishman? Yes, he spent all of his life in England until a few years ago when he came to this country. Maybe him go back to England. It would be a shame if he lost the fortunate wedding for him in Gold City. We'll be on the watch for him, Potato. Him young fellow? Between 30 and 35. What do you look like? He says thin, six feet tall, brown hair and brown eyes. He has to wear eyeglasses. He's an expert pistol shot with either hand. In the last scene he wore hot and clothes made in England. There are further details about the clothes. At that moment English Eddie was within 10 miles of the Lone Rangers camp. He stood in front of a modern cabin practicing with his pistol. The cabin was one of many that the Englishman and his two partners had occupied during the past two years in their search for gold. Eddie was sighting for another shot at the target. When he saw one of his partners returning from town, he lowered his gun. Oh, oh, oh boy. Eddie. Hello, Rico. Have you been all the way to Red Rock? Yeah. You know, I made good time. Is that pan inside the shack? Yes. Shall I help you carry a little surprise? Thanks, I got them. They're all in the saddlebags. Go on with your six-gun practice. Very well. I shall. Gunplay is getting on my nerves. Don't complain about English Eddie. Oh, let's split up with him, Ringo. He nearly broke and he refused to ride his folks in England for more money. He will change the tune when you see what I brought from Red Rock. What is it? A copy of the Gold City Gazette. Here, read this. English Eddie is an heir. Stock load. Well, Ringo, that must be worth a fortune. Well, we're his partners, Ringo. Let's split three ways on any court we find. That was our prospect and agreement. The agreement doesn't cover inherited money. Maybe we can make a deal with him before he learns what a Comstock claim is worth. That's worth a try. No, no, no. Wait, I've got a better idea. Can you see him through the window? Yeah. He's reloading his gun. Well, let me know if he's coming in. Right. Put your idea. Let's leave Eddie out of the deal. You go to Lawyer Sherwood. Call yourself Ed Wyndon and collect the inheritance. That pan I couldn't get away with. Why not? You're lean six feet tall. You fit the description even to the brown hair in the eyes. It says right here in the paper that no one in Gold City ever saw Ed Wyndon, except Bates, and he's dead. But I don't wear eye glasses. Wear Ed's glasses and his clothes and take his credentials to show Lawyer Sherwood. What about Ed Wyndon? We'll have to get rid of him. One bullet in the right place. I tell you, Ringo, we can put it over. Yeah, yeah, maybe so. Yeah, but what if I have to sign some papers? I can't copy his name the way it's written on his credentials. They'll make him sign his own name. What if he's dead? How's he gonna... I'll keep him alive until we're sure the inheritance. He'll hold him prisoner somewhere near Gold City. Hey, wait. He's coming towards the door. All right. I'll get the paper out of the site. Now let me handle things. Go ahead. It's your idea. All righty. To finish your target practice. I used all the cockroaches I had with me. My deadpan... when started the preparation of our meeting. Oh, sure I haven't been talking things over him. We decided there's no use prospecting around here any longer. Yeah, we've been searching for a long time without finding a place worth staking. We've been searching in the wrong places. Obviously. We'll move to the Gold City area. Do you have any reason to think you'll be more successful there? I've got a hunch we'll strike it rich. Well, you and Ringo wish to move. I'm out-voted. We'll pack our gear and move this afternoon. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scene, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Enough to run a race. Galloping. Pitch in. You can almost feel the go-power. For a Cheerios breakfast is one of the finest ways you can get the vitamins, proteins and minerals your body needs. A bowl of Cheerios and milk really starts your day right. It helps give you good, red blood, strong bones and muscles. Go-power. You'll get it. Cheerios. The showdown? Yeah. Showdown? You letting me take a six-gun? Ringo and I want to settle a little bet. Oh, buddy. See you right there, Ben. What's the major? Thanks. Get the rope on him, Ringo. All right. You better take off that English coat for your time. You need that when you're calling the lawyer. Yeah. You'll never need him again. But I don't have to wear glasses when I call on lawyer Sherwin. Get a pair in the morning when you go into town. Bugs Emporium 1000 says so in the paper. All right. Hey, come on. Give me a hand. I'll get this coat off. The following afternoon, the Lone Ranger and Tonto rode into Gold City by a back road and reached the familiar stable behind Bugs Emporium without being seen. Tonto went to the store while the masked man fed and watered scout and silver. Presently, Bugs entered the stable with Tonto at his heels. Safe job. I'm glad to see you. Glad to see you, Barnaby. How's the store doing? I'm buying glasses. Not yet. But just wait till word spreads that the English heir is my customer. English heir? Ed Wynton. Sometimes called. I addressed him as sir. So I sold him a new pair. He just left the store. Glasses were no good for him. Then even weaker. Ask me. I'd say he doesn't need glasses anymore. And you'll do. I think he wears them because he thinks they make him look distinguished. Oh, Bugs. Huh? Didn't that man spend most of his life in England? Yeah. That's what I thought. What did you say he called the letter E? Z. Why? Are you sure he said Z? Yes. Not Z. Country. He'll never say Z. But no, you're sure. What investigating? Where's the lawyer's office? Over my store. On the second floor. All right. Let's talk to him. Oh, Tonto, you stay with the horses. Hold him to the cave. I signed this paper. Good. I couldn't sign it in his office. He'd see the difference in my writing and that signature on the credentials. So I told Sherwood I'd have to take the paper with me and look it over. And do it back in his office at five o'clock. Well, I'll un-gag at him. Hold still, Eddie. Left to untie his hand so he can write his name. Yeah. Hey. What if the lawyer wants witnesses to the signature? I thought of that. When I go back to my right hand, it'll be an advantage. I'll say I heard it and can't write. I'll have to write with my left. There you are, Eddie. You heard what Ringo said. You'll see a rotten seed. Well, untie your hand so he can sign the paper. I'll never sign it. No. What? Oh, to make a man change his mind. Deadpan's methods would have broken the resistance of the strongest man. And finally, Eddie signed his name and gasped for him. Until we're sure we don't need any more of his right good ideas. You said you'd let me go. Yeah, sure thing. But not just yet. I'll be offset, Deadpan. You bandaged my right hand so I can tell a lawyer I heard it. Five o'clock when Ringo returned to lawyer Sherwood's office, wore glasses from the Emporium and English Eddie's hat and coat. His right hand bled. Well, it's my own fault. I should have made sure the gun was empty before I tried to work on the trigger spree. The hammer slipped and fell on the cartridge. It's lucky I signed this paper before it happened. I wanted you to sign it in front of witnesses. Oh, I didn't know that. It's like I've had the witnesses waiting in the next room. Please come in, gentlemen. The other man's mask. My signature. I did look boner by Mr. Sherwood. Yes, it does. And Wynton must have signed it. But that's no proof that this man is Ed Wynton. But I can't sign my name again. My right hand is injured. You can identify yourself with your left hand. If that's what you want, I'll try to write my name with the left hand, but it looks lots different. Give me a pen. Use your gun. My gun? If you're Ed Wynton, you're an expert shot with either hand. Open that window bolt. Change like a rooster. It will spin if you hit the rooster's head. I'll find out. You hit it. Your turn, Mr. Wynton. All right. Ringo knew that he was trapped. He looked through the window and drew his gun slowly, while his mind was racing. Go ahead, Wynton. He knew this was a showdown. Thoughts of the inheritance were gone from his mind. He was thinking only of escaping from a situation that might send him to prison. Why don't you fire, Mr. Wynton? Mr. Wynton. Ringo finally decided that his one hope lay in shooting his way out of the office. Suddenly, he turned toward the masked man. I'll fire. I'll smash my gun. Yes. Your move to shoot me was a dead giveaway. In the street who heard the gunfire sent for the sheriff who ran all the way from his office to the box employ him. He rushed upstairs to the second floor, while he found Tato standing outside the closed door of the lawyer's office. What's going on? I heard there were guns laying in the sheriff's office. Me hear guns a little while ago. Then hear plenty of bumpin' sound. Stand aside. I'll see what's going on. How about for him? What happened to that man? I told all I know. Keep that masked man away from me. What's that about the English Air? Sheriff, this man posed as Ed Whitton in an attempt to steal with them baits the state. Why, you're wondering? His partner is holding the real Ed Whitton, the pirate's cave. Go on, Tato. We're going, getting out. Wings are left away with Tato and the sheriff following closely. One of the bogs followed at a distance. The masked man rode directly toward the cave. Come on, Tato. He was inside the cave guarding the Englishman when he saw the oncoming men, realizing that he was about to be trapped. He rejected his first impulse to shoot the prisoner and leaps to the bareback of his horse in the slim hope of escaping. Hey, Jeff, come on. As he rode out of the cave, deadpan fired wildly at the masked man. The lone ranger's gun bought quick reply. He pans right on. He dropped his gun and fell from his horse. Oh, no, no. Easy, silly big fella. Say where you are. I'll shoot again. I'll take that gun so you're not intended to shoot me again. Don't shoot me. See if Whitton and Barnaby bogs arrive pale and unharmed, but squinting with the effort to see without his glasses. The sheriff was finishing a bandage on deadpan's arm and the lone ranger and Tato were ready to mount their horses. It's all over, Barnaby. This is Ed Whitton. Well, I'm glad to know you, sir, Edward. Bogs is the name. Bond, testimony letter. Barnaby, though, you're slow on the horseback. You're lightning fast when you see a business deal. Easy, silly big fella. Hey! Tato and Tato aren't leaving so soon. Yes, we have other work to do. We'll see you again, though. Bye! Get to talk to the mask man as long as it's light, Joe. Put any harm with him. You're not the first. The mask man already has. Don't get ahead of the loon, ladies. Get on your way. Get on your way with me. Yes, champions are made, not born. That's the American way. Here's the one famous basketball champion got started, Jim Pollard of the Minneapolis Lakers. They called him little jumpin' gym, nothing short of the top for him. He practiced rebound layups, too, and followed what the champs all knew, Wheaties for breakfast. So good for you. Today Jim plays with lots of bounce. Still eats his Wheaties every ounce. Jim Pollard started eating Wheaties when he was 11, then eating them ever since, 21 years. Solid food, Wheaties. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Let's go Jim down the floor. On his way, on his way. He's on his way, on his way. Get on your way. Get on your way. With Wheaties. Cause champions are made, not born. Yes, sir. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with Wheaties. Breakfast of champions. Is created by George W. Crandall. Produced by Crandall Campbell Muir Incorporated. Directed by Charles D. Livingston. And edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Grace Beamer. Your announcer, Fred Boyd. By General Mills. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at the same time, be sure to listen. This recorded program has come to you from Detroit. This is ABC Radio Network.