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So make sure you have a Cheerios breakfast every day. Then you'll hear people say, He's feeling his Cheerios! With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, 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 hoof beats of the great horse Silver. The lone ranger rides again! Come on Silver! Let's go big fella! I'm Silver! Pete and Benny Sautel were two brothers who had staged many daring bank robberies throughout the southwest and successfully evaded the law. But no one knew it was their mother, the aging Maggie Sautel, who planned their crimes from her small rundown farm a few miles from the town of Sandstone. Then one day Maggie faced her two sons with concern in her weather-beaten face. Boys, we're going to pull up stakes and clear out of here. I saw an Indian named Tonto today when I was in Sandstone buying feed for the stock. Tonto is the Indian who rides with the lone ranger. The lone ranger? We're clearing out before he finds us. If we're almost broke, Ma, we'll need money if we make a big jump. And what about the farm? We'll have to get rid of the house and the stock. We can't just up and leave everything. It'd look downright suspicious if we did. I took care of all that today, Pete, after I saw the Indian. Well, what do you mean you took care of it? A week ago a young fella stopped here and asked if I wanted to sell this place. He said he was going to get married soon and wanted a small farm. Who would you tell him, Ma? I said I'd think it over. After I saw the Indian in town today, I met the same young fella on the street. I told him to bring me the cash tomorrow and I'd turn over the deed to him. He'll be here in the morning. Pete and I better be out of sight when he gets here. Everyone thinks you're a widow living here alone. The two of you will be out of sight all right. I have a job for you to take care of. What kind of a job? The Stockman's Bank in Sandstone. You're going to stage a hold-up when it opens tomorrow morning. It was shortly before noon the following day when Tatl hurried into camp where the lone ranger waited. What happened, Tatl? A two-man hold-up bank in Sandstone. Sheriff Taylor catcher one man, other one get way. Did you see the hold-up? Me, see two men come out of bank, then wear cloth over faces. Then big gun fights start. Sheriff capture one fella, other one on paid horse, get away. With the money taken in the hold-up? Uh, that right. Did you trail the man who escaped? Uh, but me lose trail. Then me ride here, bandit ride south out of town. Here's the loop. He may be trying to throw a party off the trail. There's not much cover south of town. I think he'll turn west into the hills where he'll be hard to find. We'll ride into the hills and look for his trail. All right, let's go. Easy, easy, easy color. The lone ranger had been right. Pete saw Tell, the brother who had escaped after the hold-up, turned into the hills after riding southward out of Sandstone. But soon after reaching the rugged terrain, his paid horse went lame. Oh, hold there. As he dismounted to examine his horse, he heard hoofbeats approaching. Thinking it was a lawman, Pete drew his gun and adjusted the bandana over his face. When the approaching rider drew near, he stepped from behind his mount. Stop where you are, mister, and get your hands up. Oh, hold there. Hey, what's the idea? Get off that horse, Pronto. I'll never argue with a gun. You're smart, mister. Now, just keep your hands up while I put my saddle bag on your coyose. I'm swapping horses with you. You climb aboard the paint. Looks like I'm getting the best of the deal, mister. That Spanish saddle is worth a lot. I have no time to change. I'll get mounted. Suits me. Easy. Head back toward town. That's right. Listen, I'm on my way to see about buying a farm I was due there an hour ago. That's your hard luck. Head for town like I told you. And don't get any fancy ideas about following me. That horse is lame. Now move. Get up there. Oh, you... Get up now. We'll stop here. Look down the trail, Pronto. Is that man riding a paint horse? Ah, let me see him. And that same paint horse? Bandit ride. All right, let's get the cover before he sees us. We'll stop him as he rides by. Come on, Silverman. Come on. Easy boy. Not right past like Bandit. His horse is lame. You grab his reins while I cover him. Now, me do it. Get your hands up. Hey, you got reins. What in the sun is going on around here today? What do you mean by that? This makes twice how I've been held up in the last 30 minutes. And if you want to swap horses, it's a deal, no argument at all. This isn't a hold up, and I'm not swapping horses. But the sheriff will be interested in the horse you're riding. The sheriff? I suppose you and the sheriff are close pals. Well, he knows I'll move. I'll bet he does. He makes it his business to know about Mastal who's like you. And the side one who just swapped horses with me at the point of a gun. Right now, Sheriff Taylor is more interested in the man who escaped on that paint horse after robbing the bank in Sandstone. What's that? You heard me. I think he's got it in search and follow. Me got guns. All right, I'll take it. And fear money. He fined in coat pocket. I thought you said this wasn't a robbery. It isn't. This money will be turned over to the sheriff. And so will you. Hey, you don't think I stuck up the bank, do you? And you prove you didn't? I just told you a fella made me swap horses at the point of a gun. If this horse was used in the getaway, you'd better head back trail and catch up with a bandit who's riding my Bay Gelding. Who are you? My name's Boone, Jim Boone. And not that it's any of your business, but I'm engaged to marry Sheriff Taylor's daughter, Polly. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. Thanks. What you do, camea stuffy? I'll ride his back trail and see if I can find the tracks of another rider. You take this man into Sheriff Taylor. Here's his gun and money. Me take him. Wait for me in camp. Me do it. After swapping horses with Jim Boone, Pete's hotel hurried to his mother's rundown farm. The woman listened attentively to the account of events. After I got out of town, I saw an engine on my trail. But I managed to shake him when I crossed a creek. Then when I got in the hills, my horse went lame and I swapped horses with a fella. Pete, did you get a good look at that engine? No, my didn't. Why? If he's the red-skinned named Chandler, that means we gotta clear out here and quit. What about Benny? You get Benny out of jail or don't come back. I'll settle the fresh horse and get going. In the town of Sandstone, a number of men were gathered about the jail when Tuttle and Jim Boone rode out the main street. The paint horse, which Jim Boone rode, was immediately recognized as the one on which the bank robber had escaped. Where's Sheriff? Me got prisoner. Jim Boone, you ought to be hung. Drag him off that horse, man. Hey, they're coming. Get away. No, no, no. You get Sheriff. You not lynching them. Jim! Jim! Well, hey, stop these fools. Dad! Dad, come quick! Hey, it's Sheriff's daughter. Get her out of the way. Stop! Let him alone! Stop it, I say! Hey, what's going on? Here, here comes Sheriff. Really, Dad? They're gonna lynch Jim. That's enough of the way. Let me prove it. Sheriff, Sheriff, I didn't rob the bank. He's lying, Sheriff. He was in cahoots with a critter you've got locked up in jail. And his paint horse proves it. The Indian trailed him out of town. Send back, Jim. Send back. Jim, what's the meaning of this? If they'll give me a chance, probably I can explain everything. Give me a chance to explain, Jim. Start talking. But you had better make it convincing. Jim Boone told Sheriff Taylor and the angry townsmen how he had been forced to trade horses. And how soon afterwards he had been stopped by Tonto and a masked man. A masked man, you say? Yes, a masked man on a big white stallion. That's the tallest tale I ever heard. Never mind about the masked man. I know all about him. Jim, what in Sunday were you doing back there in the hills? Sheriff, it was sort of a secret. You can't hold no secrets now, Jim. Absolutely. What were you doing back there? Well, I went back there to buy a little farm for Polly and me. A farm? Jim, you didn't tell me. Polly was to be a surprise for you. I made the deal yesterday. I was taking the cash to pay for the place when that fella jumped me and made me change horses. Did he take your money? No, he just took my horse. Seems to me he'd have taken your cash. Well, I'll show you. Hey, who owns the farm, Jim? A widow. She said she was going back to Missouri. Tonto. Me here, Sheriff. Where'd your friend go? Well, him go look for a man who swapped paint horse. Then let's sell us it. The masked man wasn't sure Jim was a bandit. Neither am I. And we'll soon find out if he's telling the truth. How, Sheriff? I'm going to take Jim out to see that widow. If she backs up a story, I'll believe him. In the meantime, Jim, you ought to consider yourself under arrest. Under arrest? Hey, just plain safe, that's all. I'm taking you with me. But I'm taking a deputy to make sure you don't get away. Sam, you go with me. All right, Sheriff. Where's my other deputy? Well, here's my keys, Joe. I'll stay in my office and keep an eye on the prison where we're going. Right. You, Tonto, you go with the party. Lead them to where Jim said he swapped horses on the trail. They can swing out from there. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. 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Now to continue. Soon after the sheriff and his deputy had ridden out of town with Jim Boone, the door of the sheriff's office opened. Sheriff Taylor's daughter Polly was in the office with a deputy named Joe. They looked up at the stranger who moved slowly toward them, not knowing the man was Pete Sautel. Can I do something for you, stranger? Yeah, you can hand over them keys. I'm gone. Hey, what's the idea? You hold me, hand over your keys and make it faster. I'll let you and that girl have it. All right. Turn around and start walking toward the cell. Two lady move. Pete, how on thunder did she do it? Ha, just walked in and took over, Benny. Easiest thing I ever did in my life. There you are, Benny. Come on out. What about the girl and the deputy? They're going inside the cell. You first, ma'am. You won't get away with this. My father will get them both in this. Go on, deputy, inside the cell. All right. There. I guess you can't start another posse on our trail for quite a spell. Come on, Pete. Let's get moving. Right. Your horse is tied up at the rack, back of the jail. A short time later, Polly Taylor and the deputy heard the door of the sheriff's office open. Let me out. We're locked in the cell. Help! We'll lock you in there. Joe, he's mad. I'm fast, but I'm not abandoned. The clerk who robbed the bank locked us in here and took the keys. All right. Stand back and I'll shoot off the lock. Two shots broke the locks. The door swung open and the prisoners were free. They told what had happened, how they had been locked up and about the sheriff's trip to check on Jim Boone's story. Do you know where the farm is located? I think I do. Then we'll ride there at once and get your father. You, deputy, you better stay here in case the sheriff returns before we find him. All right, mister. While Sherlock Taylor, his deputy named Sam and Jim Boone, had reached the dilapidated farmhouse occupied by Maggie Sautel. The old woman had just finished hitching a team to her covered wagon. When she saw them ride up to the house in this mount, she hurried to meet them. Here she comes, Sheriff. Good day, ma'am. I was delayed in getting here as I promised. Married thief, I think. Did you weren't coming at all? You heard him, ma'am. Eh, why'd you bring the sheriff and this other gent with you, mister? I got into some trouble today. But I can clear myself if you'll verify the deal I was to make with you. About buying my farm? Yes. Will you tell the sheriff and his deputy what the deal was? Why, sure. Just go into the house where it's cooler. You know it's not good for an old woman like me to stand out in the hot sun. Very well, ma'am. Come on, Jim. Hold on a minute, Sheriff. What's wrong, Jim? That bay horse hitched to the covered wagon is mine. What do you want? Don't make a move, sir. Where'd you get that rattle? From your own saddle, Sheriff, so you know it's loaded. What's the idea? I've got no time to pull over, mister. Just reach over and take the sheriff's guns and drop into the ground. Then get the deputy's guns. You two keep your hands up. Two riders are coming this way. They see what you're up to and they have their guns drawn. Those two riders are my boys. They've got their guns drawn just to make sure you, gents, don't get the drop on me. Looks like me and Pete got back just in time. Yeah, if you sure did, boys. You can help me tie up these three and hide them in the cabin. Then we'll get in the covered wagon and clear out. All right, you three. Get moving. Boys, I'll drive the team. You two climb inside the wagon and hide under the tarpaulin. Yeah, let's go. Get up! Get up there! A high seat on the covered wagon, Maggie's hotel could see horsemen riding through the hills, looking for her two sons, who were concealed beneath the tarpaulin behind her. As the wagon rounded the curve in the trail, a girl and a man wearing a mask suddenly appeared and brought their horses to a halt. The mask man signaled to Maggie to stop the wagon. Oh, oh, there, whoa! What's wrong, ma? Why are you stopping? Set up, Benny. Be ready to shoot if I give the word. Don't rob me, mister. I'm just a poor widow woman. I'm not a bandit man. I stopped you because I need information. That bayhawk! What about it, Polly? It's Jim, the one the bank robber took from him. Cover him, boys. Oh, what did you say? Mister, don't make a move for them guns of yours. Two rifles are poking out of this wagon right now, and the sights are leveled at you. Look! Gun barrel! Get your hands up. Keep my eggies' guns, Pete. Benny and his mother held guns in readiness, pointed at the Lone Ranger and Polly while Pete disarmed the masked man. Meanwhile, Tato and the posse had been traveling through the hills, and at a distance had sighted the Lone Ranger. They were approaching unnoticed by the outlaws at the time the masked man stopped the covered wagon. When Tato saw his masked friend raise his hands and saw his guns being taken from their holsters, he urged his horse forward ahead of the lawman. Now, Pete, toss the guns into the back end of the wagon. All right, Mars. There they are. How about unmasking this critter? Raise his hands, and then I want to get a look at his face. He'll hear a whole hell of that. Cover with a hundred yards away when he fired from the saddle. Accurate shooting was out of the question. His bullet went wild, but the shot caused Maggie and Benny to turn their eyes for just an instant, and it gave the Lone Ranger his chance to act. He charged at Benny. The force of the charge sent Benny staggering back against his mother. As the two stumbled and fell, Pete swung his rifle, but the masked man ducked low and shot a fist to Pete's stomach. Pete doubled over in pain. Meanwhile, Benny had regained his feet and grabbed the gun. Before he could bring it to bear, Tato dived on him from the saddle. Maggie was reaching for the gun she had dropped. No, you don't. You got a bit too late. I got your hands up. Don't shoot. Don't shoot. You too, Maggie. Get your hands up. Well, the man who had been riding with Tato drew rain. The Lone Ranger was in command of the situation. Was your shot that did it, Tato? Let me see you stop wagon. See men climb out of wagon with rifles. Let me shoot. That gave me the chance I wanted. You're your own gun. Thanks, Polly. Now you men take over. I'll back trail this wagon. Why did we do that? I think we may find the sheriff, his deputy and Jim Boone in need of help. If they're not dead. Come on, Tato. I'm going with you. Very well, Polly. When the Lone Ranger and his friends reached Maggie Sautel's cabin, they found Sheriff Taylor, his deputy and Jim bound and gagged. They quickly released them and Sheriff Taylor said, If it hadn't been for you, Mr. Sam Jim and I would have died in this cabin. No one would have looked for us here. That's right. Sheriff, you'll find the prisoners in the custody of your posse. They're two miles up the trail. Well, Tato and I'll be going now. We'll find the bank's money in the wagon. The old woman put it there herself. Mr. Jim, I'll never forget what you've done for us. Adios, Adios, Sheriff. This beats all. What do you mean, Jim? That masked man and Indian arrested me and turned me over to you as a bandit. Then they saved my life. Dad, you seem to know the masked man. And every time before ten minutes ago, Polly, but I know who he is. Who is he? Jim, that masked man is the Lone Ranger. Adios, sir. 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. 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