 The horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a ha-ha-ha-yo silver! The Lone Ranger! General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the ready-to-eat oat cereal that gives you go-power, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! All over the country, in every direction, How ya, how ya doin' is the question, And here's what the happy people have to say, Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! Hello, this is the Lone Ranger speaking. You know Americans have the reputation of being always on the go. You can see how we got that reputation when you think back on the exploits of men like Daniel Boone, Lewis and Clark, David Crockett, and many others. They had to cross the rivers, climb the mountains, break the trails from the Atlantic to the Pacific. Today, Americans are still full of energy. And the important thing to remember is that we are a wheat-eating nation. We eat more energy-giving wheat by far than any other grain. It's one big reason why we are still on the move exploring new frontiers. Keep party to your wheaties, and you'll be too, too, too when our people came home. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful mass writer 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, people. I am Silver. Sitting beside a campfire in one of the territories of the Southwest, the Lone Ranger read a message which had been relayed to Tonto by an Indian runner. As he finished, he said, Tonto, this note came from our old friend the Padre. He wants us to look in two conditions in the Murado Valley. That long way from mission. That's true, but the Padre learns many things from travelers. In some way he's heard of it that a man called Dom Diablo is terrorizing the valley. And what we do? Prepare to ride to the Murado Valley. After several days of hard travel, the Lone Ranger and Tonto rode into the vast and fertile lowlands where Dom Diablo was supposed to hold sway. Walled in by almost impassable mountains, the Murado Valley was a little world of its own, rarely visited by outsiders. At first view it appeared to be a purple paradise. They rode in thoughtful silence until, Tonto, there's a rider coming this way. Ah, something wrong with him. Look how him ride bent over. Yes, he may be hurt. What's the matter, friend? Him not even look up. Grab his reins. Ah, he got them. Holy, holy. Easy enough. Tonto, this man is dead. Oh, dead man, riding horse. His legs have been tied to his saddle girth. Hold on to his horse. I'll get down and take a closer look. Easy, steady, fuller. Steady, steady. Nobody hurt you. This man was shot in the head. He was a deputy sheriff. You mean Nazi badge on vest? Fastened to his back and holds a note. I'm unpinning it now. There, I have it. What notes say? It reads, Sheriff Penbroke Rosario, I am returning your spike on mucho gusto. What that mean? With much pleasure. But that's not all. The message is signed. Dom Diablo. Oh. It looked like him figure horse would go home with dead man and note. That was it. He wanted to show his contempt for law. Repending the badge and note to the murdered deputy's back, the Lone Ranger searched his pockets and saddlebags. He found nothing of any significance. Then he noted that the dead man's hat had been pulled on so tightly that it could not fall off. Removing it with some difficulty, he looked inside and exclaimed, Tonto, the deputy was carrying the rail of a Chihuahua splinter. A Chihuahua spur in the sweatband of his hat. What you make of that? My guess is that it had something to do with his murder. Certainly considered it valuable, or he wouldn't have taken such pains to conceal it. Well, me never see an American wear a Chihuahua spurs. A few if any do. Some Mexicans for carols use them while riding vicious horses. But under ordinary circumstances, a wearer of such spurs betrays himself as being insanely cruel. I'll keep this row for the time being. And what we do with dead man? Let the horse take him on to Rosario and backtrack it while the trail's fresh. Get along, fella. Send on. Well, him head in right direction. Yes, he said it before. Come on, sir. Let's go. As the masked man and Indian took the back trail of the dead rider, Carlos Shelby, the wealthiest man in the Murado Valley, pulled down one of the books which lined the walls of his Hacienda library a few miles away. Oh, it's you, Mort. Oh, you know I dot upon that name, Mort. In French, it means death. Well, I've done a lot of killing for you. And what do you want? Just to tell you, I sent the deputy back with you down Diablo and they were like you ordered. But I'm thinking it was a mistake to do it. Yeah, that's not the reason why. As Tennyson so aptly put it. I think he was sent out to investigate the raid we made under Hermosa Ranch the other night. And maybe he found something there that pointed to you. What could he have found? I don't know. We've plugged old man Hermoso and their young man Will Martinez. You got the Hermoso girl Rosita here. Now that accounts for all the witnesses. Unless somebody like the cook got away. What could a witness tell? We were masked. All right, boss. Have it your own way. I always do. Bring Rosita Hermosa to me. Right. As Mort left the room, the man who was both Carlos Shelby, highly respected Ranchero, and Don Diablo, the terror of the valley, took a court from a desk drawer. The whip had a loaded handle and many knotted thongs, which he drew through one hand with a caressing motion until the door opened again. There you go. Well, that got me. There she is, boss. Stay outside the door, Mort. Right. You. But you are Senor Shelby. Does that surprise you, my dear? Senor, this is not possible. An unspeakable one, Don Diablo and his bandidos have killed my father and my Manuel. They've carried me off, but here I am in your hacienda. Senorita. I am Don Diablo. Is that true? No, you make the joke. You are the good senor, the rich Ranchero, much times I have danced at your fiesta. So I noticed. That's why you are here. Let me out of this place. My dear girl, are you stupid enough to think that I'd let you go alive? You will stay alive only so long as you please me. So be pleasant. Here. Do not touch me, beast. Nietzsche has a chapter on women. Let us see what he advises. Here it is. He likens women to cats and concludes with this line, Alzo Sprach zaretestre forget not the whip. Ah, the whip. As the book-minded killer continued to scan outpourings of the insane German philosopher, Rosita grabbed up another volume from the desk. He poked she heard the book straight into Shelby's face, smashing his glasses. I'll kill you for that. He lashed at her with his quirt, and then recruited to the door just as it opened. Let me out. For this, let me out. I got it, boy. What'd she do? She broke my life out of glasses. I can hardly see without them. It's only an optical company and San Francisco can supply the kind of need. If you want, I should hold it while you're there to lash at it. Then we'll come later. Lock her up. And keep her locked up until I can get new glasses. I want to see her writhe in pain. I want to see. I want to see. We'll continue our lone ring to your adventure in just a moment. Jenny is ten, and is she good? She'd skip Rope Champ of the neighborhood. She's so quick because she knows. She's got gold power from Cheerios. Yes, she's got gold power. There she goes. She's feeling her Cheerios. Cheerios, Cheerios. That makes sense. Try Cheerios, the wonderful oat cereal that shaped like a little letter O. And you'll agree. You'll like that delicious toasted oat flavor. And Cheerios is ready to eat. Just pour out a big bowl full. Add good fresh milk. Dig in and start getting your gold power. Because a Cheerios breakfast is full of vitamins, proteins, and minerals. And those are the good things you need to help build red blood, healthy bodies, and strong muscles. So enjoy your breakfast every day with delicious Cheerios and milk and get that good gold power. Then folks will say... She's feeling her Cheerios. Now to continue. As Carlos Shelby raged in the library of his hacienda, the long ranger and tautel reached the end of the murdered deputy's back trail on a rock spoon ridge a mile away. They grew rain. Hello, this is where he was shot with a smart look around. Easy, steady, no? Before the mask man had taken more than a half dozen steps, a rifle cracked. The bullet fanned his forehead. As he flattened himself, the hidden rifleman fired again. Glancing from a rock above his shoulders, the slug screamed off, narrowly missing the horses. Sleep down, tautel. What we do? I'll fire into the air to hold his attention. Why do you slip around behind him? Be savvy. Stealthily working his way through the rocks, the Indians soon reached a point from which you could see the bushwhacker kneeling behind a boulder. He was a haggard young man with a sting rag tied around his head. Tato crept forward. Just as the youth was about to fire again, he sprang... Drop rifle. Tato. Taken completely by surprise and feeling Tato's revolver against his back. The bushwhacker let go of his weapon. Now stand up. Stand still. I am so much wounded to run. You got him, Kimusami. Bring medicine, Kim. I'll be right with you. Several minutes later, the mask man appeared with a first aid outfit. He gave the youth a look of compassion. Why did you shoot at me, young man? You know why, Don Diablo? I am not Don Diablo. Tato, here's a kit. Take care of his wound. Ah, me picture what, Tano? Milgracias, senor Indio. I have made the big mistake. But the evil one, Don Diablo, he wore a mask on the night of Tuesday when he and his banditos raided the Hermoso ranch. Stole Rosita, killed her father and left me for one day. You say he carried off a girl? Yes, senor. Mia Rosita, the beautiful one, and Imanuel Martini's wish to marry. How did you happen to be here on the ridge? I wished to find a deputy who came to the ranch. I told him what Don Diablo did. We looked at the trail of the evil one, his banditos, but well, after two days he was gone. But we found a gold rower from a Chihuahua spore. Oh, was this it? Seizing your the very one. You took it from the deputy, no? Yes, Manuel, but he was dead. He was shot here on this ridge and tied to his horse. Don Diablo killed him. Did you ever see anyone around here wearing Chihuahua spores? No. No, but on this ranch, which is owned by the goods and your Shelby, I have seen horses that someone used them on. Oh, they were hurt much bad. This, I told the deputy and he came here to watch. Oh, there, your headdress, huh, huh? Oh, how it feel? Oh, well, oh, God. You have a horse? See, he is on the other side of the ridge. If you think you can stand it, I'd like to have you go to Rosario and tell the sheriff all you know and give him a silver bullet. Oh, bueno. It's only four hour ride. And then you're, you are in Muay Ambré. You'll try to find my Rosé to see. Yes, Manuel, we'll try. Come on, Toto. Scuttle around Shelby's Aussie under. Ah. Late that afternoon, Carlos Shelby decided to take a ride, being unable to read without spectacles. An aged, ugly and prison broken out law, he was pleased to call Caliban, helped him put on his polished English boots and spurs. The bookish buccaneer of the plains was in the midst of a quotation from Paradise Lost when the old ex-convict interrupted. There you are, boss. Now stomp your feet. Caliban, what's wrong with a spur on my left boot? There's a harsh sound I can't see. I was just going to tell you about it, boss. You lost one of the gold rolls with the long spikes. I replaced it with another roll from a common pair of spurs. Of course, it won't hurt a horse as much. It was your fault that I lost the chihuahua roll. Your job is to keep my things in condition. Maybe this will help you remember your... No, boss, don't. At that moment, the lone ranger and Toto were engaged in making a close observation of the hacienda from a clump of cottonwood trees. Like most structures of its kind, the old Spanish ranch house was built like a fort. The flat roof was supported by beams which projected through the walls. A low-slotted parapet surround at the roof. Taking in those details, the masked man remarked, Toto, that hacienda was built to be defended. There is certain to be a hatch in the roof. What hatch got to do with Don Diablo? Shelby may well be Don Diablo. Tonight, we'll try to enter the hacienda through the roof. During the dark hour, just before moonrise, the lone ranger and Toto led their horses as near the hacienda as possible, then crept forward to the base of its rear wall, hearing no sound from the rooftop. The masked man shook a loop out of a lariat and cast it at the end of a beam which was just visible against the sky. Not caught. Kimosali, me got moccasins. Enter me, go first. All right, go ahead. Pulling himself upward, hand over hand, the Indian quickly reached the beam. After pausing a moment, he silently hoisted himself over the parapet. The masked man joined him and stood listening. Hoofs drummed into the hacienda grounds. The rider rained up. He entered and soon faced Mort and Carlos Shelby in the library. He was saying, I didn't go with the other fellas. I went to town and you can be glad that I did. Yeah, how so, Logan? The sheriff is headed here with a big posse and a search warrant. That's ridiculous. And what evidence could he obtain a search warrant? All I know is that he's come. Suppose he finds that girl. He won't. In the patio, there's an old Spanish well with a plank cover. Indian slaves dug it in the days of the conquistadores. I've been told that it's more than a hundred feet deep but dry. Yes or what? Get the girl and throw her into it. When the loom ranger finally found the hatch and descended the ladder to an alcove off the library, Carlos Shelby was alone. Mashman! And we are Dundee Abloh. Your satanic rule in the Murado Valley is finished. What do you mean by calling me Dundee Abloh? Useless for you to try to bluff me. Arals on your spurs are mismated. One is the original Chihuahua Aral. I have the other. But follow me her Moso Ranch after your raid. You can't convict me on evidence like that. Where's the girl you carried off? Questions bore me. Hello? Here. What Shelby? How's he was going on? As the masked man dashed out of the library, more half-dragged, half-buried, the creaking rose he gained from the patio. He was yelling, Logan, get the cover off that way. I'm trying to... The hole is right over there. Why did you do this to make me pray? I will get you! I'll be at hand with this woman. She's trying to calm my eyes up. She'll get away. Let go of that girl! Hey, who's that? Masked man. He's coming after her. Plug him, Logan. This'll fix him. You missed! In the light of the newly risen moon, which flooded the patio, the lone ranger's right-hand gun blossomed red. Logan dropped his revolver and staggered back, clutching his shoulder. At the same time, Mort Whirl to face the masked man. Thusting Rosita in front of him, he drew a coat. But before he could fire, the girl sank her teeth into his wrist. He let go of her with a yell. Are you ready? I'll take that gun. We'll need to get back from the well. Pick up the other man's gun. Disarming Mort, the lone ranger started to back away. But in his anxiety for the safety of the excitable girl, he turned his eyes away from the man for an instant. Mort closed with him, pinning the masked man's arms with a hole that made it impossible for him to use his guns. The hired killer tried to topple him into the pit. Both men tripped over the well cover and fell. The lone ranger let go of his guns and, straining every muscle, broke Mort's grip. Scrambling for safety, he dragged his adversary along. The fight had gone out of the gunman. He lay on the flagstones of the patio, and his eyes closed, as Rosita picked up the lone ranger's guns and returned them to him. Here, senior, let us now finish these pigs where I've killed my father and my man well. No. The law will punish them. Anyhow, your man well is alive. Alive? Is it true? No matter the tears. Mere gracia. At that moment, Carlos Shelby leaped out of an open window in the library and landed in the patio. Tatl leaped after him. Any more? Stop, Shelby! Stop! As the lone ranger rushed to intercept him, the would-be conquistatore headed toward the well. Ahead of him, both the mouth of the pit and its cover appeared as circular shadows on the surface of the patio. Mistaking the hole for the lid, the nearest sighted Satanist dashed to its brink. Although the well was only eight feet in diameter, he saw his error too late to jump, and he fought to stay himself and regain his balance. Some of the weakened stonework gave way. He toppled and plunged headlong into the pit. One started the cave in of the ancient masonry inside the well continued, with tons of stone cascading into the depths, which had swallowed the arch-criminal. A short time later, the sheriff, who had been summoned by Manuel, was in the patio with several deputies. The lawman had put mort, Logan, Trent and Caliban in irons, and had dispatched a strong posse to the range to round up the rest of Shelby's night-riding terrorists. As the excitement abated, the lone ranger and Tatl joined the sheriff near the well. Well, men, let's put the cover back on before some decent person falls in. Let's go, men. The lid is on the infernal hole. Oh, it is finish. Bueno. Mas man, the irado vale o juhib. What do you think Shelby aimed to do? Establish himself as a dictator here. Had he succeeded, he would have tried to expand his power by terrorizing the whole southwest. Oh, tonneau, it's time that we rode on. Well, you must go so soon, senor. Yeah, so, Rita, adios, friend. Adios, senor. Senor Sher, do you know who the mask one is? That I do, Rosita. When Manuel gave me that super bullet and described the man who had sent it, I knew right off. That mask man lives alone ranger. Righted feature of the lone ranger incorporated is produced by Trendl Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the lone ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Foy. Listen to the lone ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.