 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hockey-heiled silver! The lone ranger! With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mask-wider 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 Silver! Let's go big fellow! Are you Silver? He can loop the loop because he loves... The old cereal that shaped like little leperos. The ready-to-eat cereal with a wonderful toasted old flavor. What's more, every delicious spoonful of Cheerios 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... He's feeling his Cheerios! Mort Kenny was a newcomer in the territory near Rockstone. He bought the Bar C Ranch and established himself as a live-scale cattleman. When an outlaw gang began operations in the territory, the people worked to mort for leadership and advice. He immediately called a meeting of the citizens of Rockstone to discuss the situation. Men, you all know why we're having this meeting. We can't expect a prosper while that gang is running off our cattle, stealing our payrolls and robbing the local bank. What are you going to do? Change to smart for the law. Yeah, the sheriff can't stop him. Tonight, tonight I'm sending the personal letter to the United States Marshal in Peckles, asking him to help. I figure maybe an outside lawman coming here might get a new slant on how the outlaws operate and get a line on him. How does that sound to you, man? That night at his ranch house, Mort finished the letter and handed it to his foreman Rusty. Well, here's a letter, Rusty. Here's his mail the first thing in the morning. We're sure about that, Mort. I don't savvy. You're asking that United States Marshal to come here and help round up your own gang. Don't worry, Rusty. I'm not smarter than Marshal before. The fact that I'm the one who wrote him to come here will keep suspicion from me and my men. I'll mail that letter. I promise you have nothing to worry about. A week later, the long ranger and Tato rode the trail toward Rockstone. Tato was saying, Kimusabe, you not say while Marshal in Peckles send your message asking we ride to Rockstone. He received a request from a rancher named Mort Kinney asking for help, Tato. There's an outlaw gang operating in that territory and the local sheriff and Posse haven't been able to cope with the situation. Oh, well, why Marshal not come? He has urgent business elsewhere for several days. That's why I asked us to come down here. We ride into town, talk to sheriff? Well, Tato, we'll work independently for the time being. When the proper time comes, we'll get in touch with the sheriff and show him the letter I carry. Gang must have plenty smart leaders. Yes. We'll do our best to stop him. We'll find the campsite in the hills close to town and we'll operate from there. That night, the gang prepared to spike again in a grove of cottonwoods behind the bank. Mort Kinney stood smoking a cigar and waiting as the men moving through the shadows one by one joined him. Finally, they were all there. Well, then, it looks like we're ready. Use your necker teeth to mask your faces. Rusty mouth stand here and act as lookouts. Joe, you and the others force the back window. Right, boss. You got the blast ready to blow to see? Yeah. Good. As soon as you get out, head into the shadows. Then when the crowd gathers, join them one by one. Now, go get the care. Right. Meanwhile, the cafe was crowded with townsmen and cattlemen from the outlying districts. They were suddenly startled by a muffled blast. Hey, what was that? I don't know. Come on, let's see. Everything's quiet now. Don't see anything going on. What happened? Where did that explosion come from? Inside the bank. I was crashing and saw the blast and then heard the blast. I figure somebody's robbing the bank. You're saying that explosion came from the bank? That's right, Sheriff. Holy mackerel. Must be that gang again. Come on, let's go find out about it. Following morning, Tato went into town for supplies. When he returned, he brought news of a bank robbery. The Lone Ranger questioned him closely. You say nobody saw the crooks leaving, Tato? Uh, me hear them say that. All right, I'll disguise my features and wear the cowboy clothes I carried in my saddlebags. Then we'll go to town. I'd like to look over the ground behind the bank. Later, the Lone Ranger, without his mask but completely disguised, rode to town with Tato. They left silver and scout among the trees at the edge of town, then walked behind the buildings to the rear of the bank. There, they inspected the ground thoroughly. As the Lone Ranger and Tato moved slowly about, they finally reached the cottonwood grove. There are marks of many boots here among trees. Yes, but some of the crowd might have wandered back here, Tato. Oh, wait, here's something. What that? Two cigar butts. Look. One of them is very short. The other has been less than half smoked. The cigar band is still on the longer one. Why do you think cigar butts important? It may mean that someone waited here long enough to smoke one cigar and start another. That's right. El Moro, this is a brand name. Anyone could stand here smoking. We'll try to find out who uses this brand of cigar. Maybe plenty of others smoke same brand. Maybe. Come on, we'll go to the general store. A few minutes later, the Lone Ranger and Tato entered the general store. Howdy, stranger. What's up for you? You sell El Moro's cigars? El Moro's? Nope. Too expensive for my trade. El Moro's brought in from Monterey. You mean no one around Rockstone uses that brand? Not that I know of. Anyway, no one buys it for me because you don't stock them. Like I said, they're too dog-gone expensive. Thanks. Don't bother. The Lone Ranger and Tato were in the cafe hoping to pick up news when the sheriff had heard it. You got a line on the bank, Robert Sheriff? Nope. We searched the countryside. We couldn't find him. I noticed the bar C cow folks didn't come back, would ya? They give up? El Moro Kenny and his men stuck with the posse till the end, like they always do. They left us out near the bar scene. It's all gone his hide. Mort Kenny seems to be laughing at me lately. He's beginning to get on my nerves. What makes you think that? Well, just before we parted out in the trail, he says, well, better luck next time, Sheriff. But don't worry, maybe the Marger will come and capture that gang for ya. Then he laughs and says, here, have a cigar and forget your troubles. He leaned over and stuck this cigar in my vest pocket. I'm with the someone who'll appreciate it more than I do, Jed. All right, I might even try it myself, Sheriff. I'm going to my office. I hope that United States Marshal does come here and find the gang. Then I'll resign and take up farming. See ya later, boy. I love you, Jed. Hello. Did you see that cigar? Ah, it's an El Moro's. Ah, that same kind you find and grow? Yes. The sheriff said he receded from Mort Kenny. You think maybe him in with gang? No, we'll find out all we can about him. Mort Kenny, maybe this is the gang we came to find. Further inquiry by the Lone Ranger and Tato brought out the fact that Mort Kenny was a big rancher and president of the Kettleman's Association. The Lone Ranger and Tato walked to the trees on the edge of town and then rode toward their camp in the hills. Come on. What we do now, Kimisaki? Mort Kenny is one of the bar sea spread. He's president of the Kettleman's Association, well respected around here. You remember Kenny is the man who wrote to the Marshal and Peco's asking for his help. That mean you not think Kenny crook? Under the circumstances Tato, no one's above suspicion. Kenny smoked El Moro cigars. The storekeeper knows of no one else who does. It isn't much to go on, but I'd like to know more about Kenny. I've decided to go to his ranch to apply for a job. You take job as cop oak? As for a short time if he's willing to take me. You live at the camp and keep in touch with me. I need you, you'll be ready. I'll take Scout and turn off the trail that goes to the bar sea. You ride silver on the camp. I don't come there shortly. You'll know I've been accepted as a cow hand. The next few nights after dusk, come there. Stay out of sight near the bunkhouse and give our usual signal. I'll manage to meet you and tell you what progress I've made. Come on, Tato. The clip falls on the first act of our long ranger adventure. Before the next exciting themes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. There, get a load of this terrific offer. Now you can get a copy of a real genuine original Confederate bill free in each specially marked package of Cheerios. There are nine different bills in the whole set, ranging from $1 to $1,000. And each bill looks so much like the original Confederate bill, you can hardly tell a difference. Say, won't you and your gang have fun with these? As I said, one bill comes free with each special Cheerios package. No waiting, nothing to send in. It's right at your grocers. If you get a $2 bill in your first package, you may get a $500 bill in the next and so on. It's easy to collect the whole set of nine different bills, and I bet you'll want to be the first in your neighborhood to have them all. And you'll have something else that's good too, Cheerios. Seems everybody loves that wonderful toasted old flavor, and everybody needs the go-power Cheerios gives. Remember now, inside each special Cheerios package, there's a copy of a real genuine Confederate bill. Start collecting yours today. No, to continue. Later, still disguised as a cowpoke, the lone ranger riding a paint horse scout breaks the bar-sea ranch house and stops at the corral. Oh, yeah. Anyone here, stranger? I came to see Mr. Kinney. I'm the foreman here, maybe I can help you. If you don't mind, I'd rather speak to your boss. What about? I'll tell him. Look, Mr. I'm the foreman, though. What's all the blower about over there, R.S.D.? This army wants to see your boss. He doesn't say what he wants. Well, Mr. What is it you do want? You want Mr. Mort Kinney? That's right. Good. I came to ask for a job. What's your name? Oh, just call me Tex. Well, Tex, I have all the help I need right now. Anyhow, I don't take on strangers. How would I know you aren't running from the law or something like that? You wouldn't know unless I told you, Mr. Kinney. Come on inside and we'll talk it over. R.S.D., you know what to do with these whores. Sure. Well, you attend to it then. Come on, Tex. We'll go into the ranch house. Mort Kinney and the lone ranger entered the ranch house where the rancher asked more questions. None of them important. He discussed the pay and the duties required. Finally, as he saw Rusty pass a window, Mort said, Well, I reckon it's all settled in, Tex. I'll give you a try for a week or two. Oh, hey, you have a cigar. I'll buy him by the box. Sorry, I don't smoke cigars. Looks like a good brand, though. Oh, the best. El Morrow's. Have to order them specials from Monterey. That's interesting. I like my smokes to be the best. Well, you'll excuse me. I want to talk to my form in a minute. I just saw him pass the window. I'll be right back. You're out of here, Mort Kinney. Well, Rusty, did you search the saddlebag? Yeah. I found an Indian's beaded headband and this. A bullet. A silver bullet. Yeah, I don't have it there. I know the mayor somewhere who helps the law. He uses silver bullets. As I remember, he has an Indian companion who rides a paint horse. It could be that... My thunder! It's just the sort of thing that masked man would do. But... Change horses with his Indian friend. Poses a sailboat and comes here looking for a job. Somehow he may have become suspicious of us. You mean you think Texas is the one you spoke of as a master, Henry? That's just what I think. What are you going to do? Give him a job range ride. You're local. Now, smart. You will sign him to the West Range ride her tonight. Tomorrow night, take some of the man-masker faces and rustle a few of our own cattle. What for? The ombre we know is taxable. I'm proud to stop you. See that he gets a bullet. Later, I'll report to the sheriff that a gang rustle my cattle and chill my new range ride. Mort returned to the ranch house and engaged the lone ranger as a rancher. He was assigned by the foreman to ride the range at night. Unknown to the two men, the lone ranger had seen Rusty show Mort Kinney the beaded headband and the silver bullet. He realized Tato had failed to empty scout saddlebags when they changed horses. And he knew that Mort was now certain he was not a regular cowhand. Just after supper that evening, the lone ranger lounged in the bunk house with the other men, waiting for the time he was to leave for the range. Then the hood of an owl repeated was the signal from Tato. The lone ranger waited a few minutes. Then nonchalantly rising from his bunk, he sauntered from the bunk house, making sure he wasn't observed. He hurried to the woods behind the building. He was healthy. Yes, Tato. You find out anything? Yes. Tato, you forgot to empty your saddlebags before I rode scout. The foreman searched him and found a beaded headband and the silver bullet. No, man. I feel certain I'm not really a cowhand, so they haven't said anything. Me sorry. Me not more cowhand. Well, that's all right. You don't often make a slip, Tato. They don't know I've learned about it. I've been assigned to ride it at night on the West Range. Well, maybe then plan to kill you. Perhaps, but I'll be on guard. You watch each night here. The men start out together in the direction of the West Range. Take this letter and go for the sheriff. Bring him and his men out there. Now I must go back and go on the job. I'll see you later. First night passed without incident. The following day, the Lone Ranger noticed that the men were unfriendly and I had him constantly. The second night, after the Lone Ranger had left, Tato, waiting in the shadows near the bunkhouse, heard Mark Kinney tell his men to gun the Lone Ranger and drive off some cattle to make it appear as though the rustlers had done the killing. Time for me to go for sheriff. One was bright as the Lone Ranger rode the range. He was still riding Tato's horse scout. Suddenly, he saw horsemen coming over the ridge, driving a few head of cattle before them. The Lone Ranger reached the cover of the trees just as the outlaws began to shoot. They left the cattle and turned in his direction. The masked man turned and fired several shots. Then he saw another group of horsemen coming over the ridge. The moonlight glistened on the shiny coat of his own horse, Silver, who was carrying Tato. The Lone Ranger knew the sheriff and Posse had arrived. Followed by the outlaws, he headed through the wood with the intention of going to the ranch house. Before the outlaws had reached the trees, the Posse moved up on them in a summer circle, firing as they came. The sheriff's men far off numbered Rusty and his gun slicks. Some of them were wounded and captured. The others, including Rusty, fled with the sheriff and part of the Posse in hot pursuit. Later at the ranch house, Mark Kinney was taken by surprise when... Where did you go moving? Thanks. What's your idea? What are you doing here? And why the gun? No wonder I answered questions, Kinney. Why did you send Rusty and the men to the West Range tonight? If they went there, I knew nothing about it. I don't tell you what this is all about. Hey, what's going on? That's right, where you are. Rusty, what's the meaning of this? Mr. Kinney, looks like your own men were rusting some of your cattle tonight. Rusty was leading them. They caught them red-handed. And all of them were mashed with neckerchief. I don't think you've made a mistake, Sheriff. I suspected this man, Texas, holding the gun on me of being in with the outlaw gang. I told Rusty to keep an eye on him. Yeah? And why were they driving away some of the cattle? They came there to kill me and to steal the cattle, Sheriff. I think that's the gang you've been hunting. If Kinney knew about it... I knew nothing about it. What's all this, Rusty? I just know about it. Sheriff Rusty, Kinney, we're taking your foremen and the men to jail as wrestlers. Like I told you, we caught them in the act. No, you can't do that. Kinney sent them out there. We were acting under orders. He's lying, Sheriff. I reckon Rusty was leading some of my own ranch hands against me all these times. Wait a minute. You're not going to railroad us to jail so you can skip the territory. Listen, Sheriff, these men will back me up. More Kinney is the leader of the gang you want. We ought to call them from him. You'll find the bank loot he got last night and he's safe over there. I'll have a look. Keep them covered, man. In regular bank rappers. Kinney, you're under arrest. You and all of your men. We got the goods on you at last. You're sure outsmarted us plenty. But you outsmarted yourself when you wrote to the Marshal for help. It was that pony cow-poker who caused all the trouble and now he's gone, you let him get away. The cowboy you speak of left with his Indian friend. I know who they are. And it was a mistake to try to go against him. He was smart enough, Kinney, to get a line on you because of a cigar bag. The Indian told me about it. You sure miss smoking, Elmore, as well as you're doing time in prison. Yes, sir, it's catching on to little things like that. It makes a certain mass-nombring more clever than any crook. Nope. You just can't put anything over on the Lone Ranger. I don't... Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with Weedys. 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