 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high on silver! The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the ready-to-eat Oats cereal that gives you go-power, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! Say, kids, are you in the market for a brand new bicycle, a radio, a record player maybe, or a watch of your very own? Well, there's an easy way to get them at a big discount. Not only the things I mentioned, but many others be time. Just save the rainbow coupons from any of the five General Mills cereal favorites, Wheaties, Cheerios, Kicks, Sugar Jets, and Tricks, or from the Betty Crocker Pick-A-Pack. There are more than 30 different exciting premiums offered. With rainbow coupons, you can save up to 50%. For instance, the famous Timex wristwatch, boy or girls model, retails for 7.65 federal tax included. 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In its headquarters tent, the commanding officer Captain Newton and Lieutenant Wiley were in conference. Lieutenant, up to now you and the rest of the troop haven't known why we're on our way to Fort Terrace. That's right, sir. A tribe of Apaches under Chief White Fox have been showing signs of getting out of hand. Scouts report that they've been holding counter of war and it's been reported that someone is supplying them with ammunition and rifles. And the Colonel expects an attack on the force. That's right. Well, sir, why don't we push on? We've been here since yesterday. I'll tell you why. In his dispatch, the Colonel suggested we camp here near Rockridge until I locate a certain man who can guide us safely to the force. Otherwise, we'd run the risk of ambush. How do you propose to locate the man you speak of, sir? The Colonel explained how that was to be done. About ten miles south of here, there's a mission. I'm to send a message to the Padre there. And he, in turn, will get in touch with the man I mentioned and send him here. Who is he, Captain? He's known as the Lone Ranger. Send the messenger with that note to the Padre right away, Lieutenant. There's no time to lose. Yes, sir. I'll attend to it at once. A short time later, one of the troopers carrying the note to the Padre left the camp and took the trail toward the mission. He had ridden several miles and was rounding a bend in the trail when... Oh, hold it. Hold it. It's a good shot, Rusty. He's done for. Yeah, he's done for all right. Better hurry up and search him before somebody comes. Give me a chance for you? Yeah, here's something. Must be an important message. Got ceiling lights out. Better wait and let Buck open it. Come on. We'll take it to the hideout. Get up there. Get up. Buck's carry was a tall, muscular man. And though living the life of an outlaw had made him hard and cold within, his firm regular features often assumed a disarmingly pleasant expression. He was lounging on a cot in a corner of the shack, one more than rusty at it. Hey, Buck, we got something for you. What is it? A healed message we took from a trooper. He isn't alive to know we got it though. I thought they tried to send somebody through with this badge. He wasn't riding toward the fort, Buck. He was riding south. That's funny. Give me that dispatch. Yes. Here it is. Is it important? Read it out loud. Listen to this. Bill Padre, I've been advised you know the whereabouts of a masked man known as the Lone Ranger. Masked man? Shut up, Rusty. Go on, Buck. It is of the utmost importance that you get word to him at once. Please inform the Lone Ranger that we are camped a few miles south of Rock Ridge and that I anxiously await his arrival. Very true of yours, D.C. Milken, captain of the U.S. Cavalry. Hey, that's not good, Buck. I heard about that masked man. One critter is best not to tangle. I saw that Lone Ranger once. He rides a big white stallion. Where's the black mask and the white hat? I don't know about it. Just this. Among the horses they stole from the ranchers in the valley, white foxes Indians brought in a big Arabian horse, a white one. I know white foxes let me use it. I can make a black mask and I know where I can get a white hat. Yeah, but why do you want it? Hey, I bet I get your idea. Well, if you don't, I'll tell you. Tomorrow afternoon, I'm going to go to the troopers' camp and pass myself off as the Lone Ranger. The following afternoon, Lieutenant Wiley entered the headquarters panting the state of subdued excitement. Captain, the mask man is here. Fine, fine. Have him come right in. Yes, sir. The captain will see you now, sir. Thanks, Lieutenant. How are you doing, sir? I'm Captain Milton. I appreciate your quick response to my message. I came as soon as I heard from the podre captain. Good to have you down, sir. Thank you. Captain, the trooper took the message to the podre. He hasn't returned to camp. I thought perhaps he'd return with the mask man. Oh, I can tell you about the trooper, Captain. Well, he had a slight accident. He sprained his ankle, as a matter of fact. Oh, sprained his ankle? Yes, it was vastly swollen. And though he wanted to return the podre, and I suggested that he stay a day or so. I'm sorry. Oh, it's all right, sir. It's all right. The trooper earned his short rest by getting you here. What is it you want, Captain? Get us through safely to Fort Carrot. Can you do it? Just put yourself in my hands, Captain. The fort is only about 20 miles west of here. I know, but that low range of hills a few miles over yonder is my main worry. I've been warned to watch out for an ambush by the Indians there. There's a narrow valley to those hills that will best serve our purpose, Captain. Be ready to move at dawn. I'll ride toward the hills now and scot around a bit. Oh, and don't worry, Lieutenant. I'll make sure everything will work out just as I planned. It was dusk when two horsemen arrived at the outskirts of Rock Ridge. They were the lone ranger and his Indian companion. While Totto ruled into town for a few supplies, the masked man waited in a grove of cottonwoods. Before long, he heard the steady beat of hoops that told of Totto's return. Oh, Scott, oh, brother. Please, Scott, please, brother. Did you get the supplies, Totto? Ah, yeah. And we see some troopers in town came a thubby. Troopers here in Rock Ridge? Well, we find out troopers have camped in hills a few miles to south. They must be on the way to Fort Carrot. I've heard that Indians are causing trouble out that way. That's right. We might be able to help the commander of the troops. They run the danger van bush between here and the fort. Maybe it's not safe to go to troopers camp. I know Colonel Harris commanding off to the fort. He told me that if he had to send for reinforcements, he wanted us to guide him through the hills. The colonel said he'd mention us in his dispatches so we could safely approach the army camp. When you go to see troop commander? I don't really care, but don't, Colo. Here's who. Right now, we'll go pitch camp nearby then turn in early for a good rest. Easy for the biggie. What's going to be easy for that? Oh! When Rusty and Boyd hurriedly rode to Buck Kelly's hideout. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! They fight for us to move his braids into the valley for the ambush. We rode up to this end of the valley to find out, but something happened. But we come on a couple of other critters watching the Redskins move in there. What's that? That's right, Buck. There were a couple of scouts in the fort. We jumped them and made sure one of them won't talk. We shot the other in the arm, but he got away. You clumsy fools! Why didn't you go after him? We did, but his heart was too fast. He rode toward the army camp. He'll warn the captain about the Indians waiting in the valley. He'll know I was trying to trick him. I won't dare go back in the morning. There is only one other way for the troops to take, but they won't take a chance on the valley now. What are you driving at? It isn't too late yet to have White Fox move his Indians from the valley. Those are ambushed the troops on the other train. The coastline leader, Lieutenant Wiley, entered the captain's tent. Captain Melton. What is it, Lieutenant? The wounded scout from the fort has just arrived, sir. He's right outside. He wants to see you immediately. Captain, come in. Yes, sir. The captain will see you, come right in. Yes, sir. Well, speak up, man. What is it? Scout Hawkins from Fort Dare reporting, sir. Go on. Two of us came through the narrow valley in the hills yonder, sir, at dusk. We saw Indians flilling into the valley on each side. Are you sure? Yes, sir. While we were watching, we were attacked. Jackson was clear that I was hitting my arm, but I managed to get through to your camp. Getting ready for an ambush, sir, I'm sure of it. Captain, the man who was here this afternoon is sure to... I know, Lieutenant. I know that when our so-called friend, the lone ranger, returns at dawn, he's to be placed under arrest immediately. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. When Bill's up fast, the kids all shout, you can't strike that slugger out. He gets the hips because he knows he's got gold power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got gold power. There he goes. He's feeling his Cheerios. Cheerios. Cheerios. Sure, Cheerios, the cereal that's fun to eat because it's shaped like little letter-os. The only ready-to-eat oat cereal with this fresh toasted oat flavor. And listen, every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle-building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals, and proteins your body needs. Yes, the 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 gold power. So every morning, get going and keep going with Cheerios. Then you'll hear people say, He's feeling his Cheerios. Now to continue. As the first flush of dawn spread over the hills, the lone ranger and topper were in the saddle, riding toward the army camp to offer their help. As they grew near, the masked man signals a halt. Let's go for tonight. I'll ride on from here alone. Cheerios, Cheerios. Not knowing that because of Buck Carey's deception, the camp had been alerted for his arrest. The lone ranger rode openly along the trail leading to the camp. He drew rain at the guard shop order. It's not the best to be like a camp. Well, he's just got a big flip. Stop there and put him up, mister. I'm a friend of Cool Harris. I've come to see your commanding officer. I'll explain my mask to him. Captain gave special orders about you. You're under arrest. Is that so? I told him approaching. Keep him covered while I take his gun. Just a minute, Lieutenant. You take me to see him. You did all the talking you're going to, mister. You said enough yesterday. We found out you were friendly and lead us into an ambush. Yesterday? I don't understand. Maybe you told what we do. The captain has ordered your arrest for treason. Now I'll take those guns. All right, Lieutenant. You got a gun at your back. Now, your guard will drop his rifle. You won't get away with this. A few minutes. All right, guard. I'll give you ten seconds so that rifle in the bushes. Otherwise, I'll be... Oh, I better do it. You'll kill you, Lieutenant. I'll toss your gun away, Lieutenant. You will hang for this. Not if I can help it. Good. Here, Silver. We'll meet again, Lieutenant. Howdy-o. Easy. Cover on the guard! Cover on the guard! Truffle had heard the commotion in the camp, and he was already muttered and waiting to join the lone ranger in his fast flight. The two headed into the hills west of the camp and rode hard until they were sure they were safe. They had reached the hillside at the entrance to the Nell Valley when they rained to a halt. Hold it, hold it, hold it! He's turning up. Easy, easy. Well, what happened to keep myself? They tried to place me under arrest, Otto. For treason. Treason? Me not serving. Neither do I. But from the little that was said, I have an idea that someone has been to the camp, posing as me, someone who's planned to lead the troop into ambush. That's not good. Otto, I'm beginning to notice something. What, pal? Certain signs here on this slope. Look around a bit. Yeah. Me still. Looks like plenty Indian move along here. I'm fine. Very fresh. Otto, I'm sure the Indians were hiding on the slope to this narrow valley waiting to ambush the troopers. Ah. They found out the troopers learned of the ambush. So the Indians left here sometime before dawn. If troopers think Indians still here, then not come through valley on way to forth. That's right. The Indians may figure the same way who planned to ambush the troops somewhere else. They'll scout around and find out which way they went when they left the valley. Easy. You said it before. Easy. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. The valley trail curved gradually northward, until a few miles beyond the place before holding the route. Look out the slope of our eyes. We can see where the trail reached the river just ahead. It looked like Indians' cloth river. They can go far beyond the other side without running into scouts from the fort. The towpath to the left of that small would have blocked out the head. Ah. Their cotton would grow just beyond other banks. Yes, but once it crossed the river, the cavalry would give it a wide berth. Isaac. There's an Indian chief on his pony. He just rode to the edge of the grove. There's a horseman riding in from the other direction. He seemed to be a zombie. Other color-wear mask. Right, white horse, like you. Let me see. It must be the one who impersonated me. That's right. Now they're pointing toward the river. How do I think I know their plan? What plan? The river is wide at that point, and the steer of deep. The Indians wait until the troopers are fording that river. They can rush out and mask them. That's right. There's no time to lose. Ride downstream, cross over, and ride to Fort Terrace. That's all of the plans. Ask the turtle to wait beyond where the Indians are hiding until he hears a bugle. All right, get going, Tuttle Hurry. Get him up, Tuttle Hurry! Meantime, Captain Milton was lieutenant Wiley on the wound to take out. He rode it ahead of his cavalry troops along the upper trails. All things I hope I'm right in following your advice to use the upper trails. Don't worry, sir. This upper trail runs through open country all the way to the river. Once across that, we'll have no worries. Well, I'll have to take your word for it. Get up there. Hey, somebody's riding down the trail. Coming fast. Heavy another scout from the port, sir. I... Look, Captain, it's the Masked Man. Well, I'll be... I'll pick him right out of the saddle. I'll have to wait a minute. We have our guns trained on him. I wonder what nerve the man has. Oh, oh, oh, easy, easy, easy. Take him first and look at him. Don't let him get away this way. Oh, wait a minute, Captain. I have a letter of identification in my pocket, Captain. We'll find him with a kernel. Let me see it. Of course. Well, it does identify you as a... I heard you carried silver bullets and I see them in your gun belt. The man we saw yesterday carried ordinary bullets. The Indians are in a grove just beyond the river bank on the other side. They plan to massacre your troop midstream. So that's it. Captain, if you'll trust me, I think we can route white foxes and the crooks who worked with them. All right, I will, trust you now. What's your plan, sir? We'll leave the trails up to head and ride along with them. There's something funny about this, Rusty. I felt sure the troopers had reached the river before now. Yeah, but I don't... Hey, did you hear that? Hey, fox! The troopers! The troopers! They're coming down along the river bank on this side. Must have been tipped off, but we have enough Indians to hold them off. Yeah, none of you go. They came from west to here, toward the fort. Look! Coming over the hill, back of us. The soldiers from Fort Terrace. The Indians will be trapped. Come on, get the horses quick! Quick for the river! As the troopers move in from each side, they gradually spread out so that the Indians have no chance to escape. A battle waxed fears in hearts and the great figure of the Moon Ranger could be seen as the quickest part of the parade. As the matchmen help fight back the furious onslaught of the frenzied Indians, he crossed the fight of Buck Kerry, making a break for the river. The Moon Ranger moved out of the fight and ruled after the fleeing figure. Most Indians! The Whitey Silver responded to the urgent cry of his master and steadily closed the gap between the Moon Ranger and Buck. Many of the fighting troopers and Indians escaped in open wonder as they saw what seemed to be two identical matchmen on white horses racing toward the river. A terrific fellow, Master! Buck glanced back and seen the matchman behind him practically clawed for his gun, which slipped from his shaking fingers and fell to the ground. He wondered why the Moon Ranger didn't shoot. A moment later, he found out when the great shoes had pulled along the tires. Get off the horse! When the Whitey leaves, the Moon Ranger drags Buck from the saddle. There are your feet! You are cheating! Where were you? The Moon Ranger and Buck exchange heavy blows while the moment seems well matched. A soon buck's expression changed to one of wonder. Then fear as the Moon Ranger reigned, hammer-like blows had rocked the outlaw on his heels. This is for what you try to do, the Coopers! Oh, what are you doing? Oh, that's true! The big outlaw took first one blow then another to the jaw. Forceful blows that were more than any man could stand. With a groan, he fell to the earth. All right, you're true. Sir, we've won the battle thanks to you. Captain Merger, imposter. I'll take off his mask. Buck Kerry, I might have known. You know him? A hundred hours, Lord Captain. What was the selling firearm for the Indians? As well as helping them plan a tax on settlers. We caught the other two as they started to follow this man. Good. Colonel Harris should recommend that you receive a medal for what you've done, sir. I have no use for medals, Captain. Thanks, Captain. Oh, oh, oh, good boy. See, I... I want to apologize to you. It's not necessary, Lieutenant. Other than I are glad we were able to help. I hope we meet again sometime. All right, Tutto, we'll leave now. All right. Lieutenant, there goes a loyal American. He'll be remembered long after the rest of us are gone and forgotten. He'll never forget the low range. For a copyrighted feature of the Lowranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lowranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Boy. Listen to the Lowranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.