 Ooooooh! The force with the speed of light, the clout of dust and the funny high of silver, the moon rangers. 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 west in the United States. Nowhere in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice. Returning with snow to those twirling days of yesteryear, the multiple past come the thundering hoops of the Great Horse Silver, the moon rangers. Let's do it! Let's do it! Tom is a boy of six. He knows all kinds of cowboy tricks. He can love the steer because he knows. Yes, it's a fact. Cheerios does give you real go-power. You see, Cheerios is made from oats. And every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real awful-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. And Cheerios is so much fun to eat with its distinctive old shape and its wonderful toasted oat flavor. So tomorrow morning and every morning start the day right with a Cheerios breakfast. Then you'll hear people say, What? He's feeling his Cheerios. The civil war had just ended and veterans of both armies were heading for their homes. When a tall lean man named Joe Coppin entered the Silver Eagle Cafe in Redwood City and scrolled to a corner table. The cafe was crowded with human soldiers and Joe was afraid of being recognized as a deserter. But army desertion was the least of his crimes. During four years he had led a gang of ruthless thieves and killers in raids on towns and settlements in the border states of Missouri and Kentucky. Now the war was over and Joe wanted to make new plans. He was thinking about the future when a sweaty skinned member of his gang joined him. Good afternoon, Rocco. What's eating here? Take a look at this newspaper. I bought it in Belleville. Yeah, that's it. It's all here, the whole story. Starting with a headline, Joe Coppin's Raiders Captured by the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger? Yes, go on, read what it says. There are now eight sentenced, the Lone Rangers pursuing the remaining members of the gang. A killer named Rocco and Joe Coppin himself. There's a lot more on the inside face. Well, that's good enough. Look, a gunslinger pal of mine followed me from Belleville. He said the masked man, his engine pal, picked up my trail here. He's after me right now. If he's following you, you'll come here and find me. He won't find either one of us. We hit the trail front door. Yeah, we'll have to go into hiding. Who would hide us? First go Benedict in front of Crick. That's shiesty. He's put us up before when the law got close. He'll do it now. It'll be better if we split up. The masked man can't follow two of us once. All right. I'll meet you at Benedict's office in front of Crick. Let's see that you lose the masked man, his engine pal, before you get there. Rocco traveled fast, allowing neither himself nor his horse time to rest. Yeah. But in spite of his best effort, he could not lose his pursuit. The day after he left Redwood City, he caught sight of two horsemen in the distance. Shading his eyes against the bright noonday sun, he saw that one of the riders was masked, the other was an Indian. He spurred his horse practically, but his pursuers kept gaining on him, until finally they were within shooting range. Snacking his gun, he turned in the saddle and fired. He emptied his weapon, but it was impossible to shoot accurately from the back of a hard running horse. The masked man and the Indian grew closer. Fast field, please, bitten kind of safe, and fast field aiming. You raked the ranks of his horse with cruel spurs and a desperate effort to escape, but it was no use. The exhaustive animals would go no farther. Rocco knew he was trapped, grabbing cartridges from his belt. The frenzied rider was trying to reload his empty gun, when the lone ranger shouted, Put on that gun, put on that gun, put on that gun, put on that gun, not before I drop you. You have a chance. I can't use it. You ask for that, Rocco. You're not my arse. You've reached any big spot. All right, now just go. Yeah, all right. Why did you kill me? You had the chance? I'll let the law take care of that. So you'll turn me in. All right. But they'll hang me. You'll do what you deserve. See if he has any other weapons, fellow. Where are we going now? To the nearest United States Marshal. He'll see that you go back to stand trial with your power. But I'll be sent to go hang. Folks in these parts hate mortar raiders worse than horses. Why shouldn't they hate you? Well, they're men who are way fighting. You and your pals found it easy to plunder homes defended by old men, women and children. I didn't ask for a sermon. You asked for a chance to escape the gallows. No. I didn't anything to escape hanging. Oh. Would you be willing to help the law? How? Tell me where to find Joe Coffin. You want me to turn squealer? That's one way to win leniency. What's turning Joe in? You might be sentenced to life imprisonment if you talk. But whether you talk or not, I'll find Joe Coffin, just as we found you and your pals. Oh, no, man. He's an alchemy fellow. Thanks, son of. Get the son of Rocco. Yes. Maybe I don't know where to find Joe. He's got a big problem. He's got a big problem. I'll find him. Yes, sir. I think maybe you will. All right. That's all, sir. I might as well. But nothing to lose in the Rocco game. Those go on to Frisco Benedict's office in Polis Creek. All right. Head for Belville. Get him up to town. A long ranger and puddle threw their prisoner over to the marshal in Belville. Then they started for Polis Creek. They traveled steadily for two days. After darkness fell in the evening of the second day, they drew rain in a place of concealment off the trail to eat a meal. As they sat beside their small campfire, they heard the hoof beats of an approaching horse. Oh, no. We may have a guest. Hi there. Hello, soldier. Yes. I was riding along the trail when I saw your campfire. Will you share our meal? I hoped you'd ask me, mister. I'm mighty hungry. And today I'm generous. Thanks. Downright nice of you. My name's Tom Pinder. I reckon if you wanted to be known, you wouldn't wear a mask. That's right, Tom. But the mask doesn't mean I'm an outlaw. I don't care what it means. You offered me a meal and I'm grateful. Oh, here. Here, food, Tom. Oh, thanks, engine. Tastes mighty good. Well, you're plenty, so feel free to eat your food. Oh, that's reckless talk, mister. I've been hungry ever since I joined the army. I could eat my way through a whole store full of food. Are you on your way home? Yeah. I'm going back to my place in Furnace Creek. Have you always lived there? Yeah. You're wondering why I'm wearing a gray uniform instead of a blue. The answer is that my pa and I both sympathize with the south. You needn't explain your sympathies, Tom. They war split a lot of families. Split ours all right. My pa's brother was a strong union man. Does he live in Furnace Creek? Yeah. He was the one who wrote and told me about pa's death six months ago. Oh, I'm sorry. Thanks. Oh, maybe it's just as well, pa didn't live long enough to know how the war ended. The Lounger refilled Tom's plate while Tato fed the young soldier's horse. When Tom finally had enough to eat, he helped the mask man and Tato clean and pack the cooking gear, then rode away. By using shortcuts, he reached Furnace Creek sometime ahead of the mask man and Tato. As the Lounger and his Indian friend approached the small community, the mask man said, I reached town and I looked for the sheriff's of the tunnel. I need his cooperation to get Joe Cawthon. It's not good. Someone in town will see mask. I'll pull my hat brim low over my eyes. In the dark the mask may not be noticed. And what me do? Watch Frisco Benedict's office. I don't know whether or not Joe Cawthon has reached town. Me savvy. Come on, come on, come on. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Jimmy is eight years old. He is strong and he is bold. He can capture out lost cozy notes. Cheerios, the old cereal that needs no cooking. 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. To help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones and muscles. And besides giving you go power, Cheerios is done right wonderful tasting. That toasted old flavor is really something. And when you add milk and your favorite fruit, say some sliced bananas, you're in for a delicious breakfast treat. Set the whole family off to a good start every morning at Cheerios. Then you'll hear people say, What? He's doing his Cheerios. Now to continue. Joe Cawthon had just reached Presco Benedict's office. As he closed the door behind him, the small, thin-faced lawyer stared in dismay at the notorious raider. What? Joe! Howdy, Presco. Rocco here yet? I haven't seen Rocco for over a year. I hope I'll never see you again. I've been troubled. I heard how the lone ranger captured your gang. He'll get you too. And I'm not going to jail behind you. You go to jail if you don't hide me. That's why you'll hang. No, no. The law finds out you're wanted for murder in East. You held that murder app over my head for years. I wouldn't have to stay here if I had cash up to bribe my way across the border. If I had that much money, I'd give it to you just to be rid of you. Tell me who has the cash and I'll get it. Hey, wait. I know where you might get money. Lots of it. Yeah, where? Salvin Pinley was worth a f***ing. He died about six months ago, and left his money to his son, Tom. Tom's still in the army. Where's the money? Sam buried it in the cellar of his house. How do you know? I was his lawyer. I grew up as well, and I have a letter in my safe for Tom. The letter will see you, but I... I still open. It tells Tom where to find the money. How come you didn't go after it yourself? I've gone straight beside Sam, Pinley, the sheriff, Pinley's brother. Why didn't Sam ask the sheriff to take care of his cash? He and the sheriff stopped talking to each other and left the union. But the sheriff knows about Sam's buried money, and he likewise knows I had the letter for Tom. After Sam died, the sheriff told me that if anything happened to the money, he'd come after me. Sounds like the sheriff doesn't trust you. Joe, after you on your way out of town, I'll tell the sheriff you broke open my safe and found the letter. I'll tell you what to pin this place and put the cash. Even though he suspects me, he can jail me without proof. Yeah, you'll have the money. And I'll be in the clear. Quiet down, Frisco. Huh? Someone's outside the back door. Oh, you're hearing things. No one would be prowling around my place. Yeah, I'll open the door. You there, get your hands up. It's an idiot. I told you I heard someone out here. Step inside, engine. You don't make mistakes. Just keep your hands up. That's it. Look out, Joey! You knocked him out, Joe. Nobody's head's harder than a gun barrel. Take his guns while he's unconscious. All right, but who is he? I think his name's Tato. Tato? Yeah, the sidekick of the Lone Ranger. How do you know? I told you the mask plan was after me. The engine must have followed me here. That's true. The Lone Ranger's likely to come here. Oh, you'll not find me. You bet he won't. I'll get out. Oh, no, you're coming with me. We'll take the Indian with us to pin this place. You'll have to kill him. And I don't want to get mixed up in another mugger. We'll fix his soldiers' bodies never found. Now, come on. We've got to move fast to stay ahead of that mask man. Meanwhile, the Lone Ranger found Tom Pinder in Sheriff Pinder's office. The ex-soldier introduced the mask man to his uncle as a friend. Then he said, Oh, why didn't you and Thanos say you were heading for Furnace Creek? I could have shown you a shortcut. If I'd known you were related to the sheriff, I'd have taken you into my confidence, Tom. Well, what's your business with me, mister? Sheriff, I'm looking for Joe Coffin. So a lot of other fellows. What, I'm so lonely. Yes, I heard that the Lone Ranger is looking for Joe Coffin, man, for a critter named Rocco. Rocco's in Jackson Belleville. Joe Coffin's the only one of the gang left. I want to take him back to Belleville to face trial with the rest of his raiders. Uh-huh. What makes you think this skunks around here? Rocco talked. He's screaming at Joe Coffin? He said Coffin planned to hide out with a man named Frisco Benedict. He might have been lying. Well, there's one way to find out. Yeah, let's go. The three men went to Frisco Benedict's darkened office. The door was unlocked. Come on, let's go inside. Right. There's a lamp on the table. I'll let it. Go ahead. Benedict must have left your short tail ago. The lamp's still warm. Close the door, Tom. Right. Someone left your horse out there. It's so big, Scout. Scout? My friend Toddled's paint. Where's Todd? He was watching this office. Oh, if your pal's outside, mister, he might be able to tell us which way Benedict went when he left here. Come on, the last few questions. Very well, Jeff. There's no one out here. Toddled. I reckon he's gone. Benedict left here on foot. Toddled probably followed him. But he didn't leave on foot. Oh, what's that? There's the barn where he stables his horse and keeps a book board. The door is open and the place is empty. Yes, Scott. Where you going, mister? Back to your office to get silver. Then I'll follow those wagons, right, Sheriff? Then I'll go with you, then. So will I. Let's go. Come on, Scott. Let's go, Benedict. Grew rain in front of Saint Pinders Dark and deserted ranch house, two miles from town. Then the coffin cut the ropes around Toddled's ankles. Yeah. How did you get on that wagon? Walk ahead of us. After forcing the lock on the front door, the three men entered the house. Frisco found a lamp in the living room and struck a match to light it. How do we get to the cellar, Frisco? Come on, I'll show you. Being gun on Toddled, Joe followed Frisco to the cellar. There, Frisco placed the lamp on the stairs. According to the instructions Sam left for Tom and money's buried right here. Get spade and we'll start digging. I thought I heard something upstairs. There's nothing to hear. The place is deserted. It sounded like a door opening. I don't hear a thing. I'm going up and look around. Don't take the lamp. I'll lead it down here. There's a candle on the shelf. I'll use that. Don't waste any time up there, Frisco. Back here and give me a hand with this digging job. Want to get the cash? Frisco shielded the candle carefully as he made his way upstairs. He moved into the living room. Then suddenly stopped right there. Sam, Frisco, I blew your head off. What's the idea? Take the candle from him. Right, Uncle Dan. You'd better stand still, Frisco. Even without the candle enough moonlight shining through the windows to make you a perfect target. No, no, wait a minute, Sam. Let me explain. There's plenty to explain. Listen. Come on, Tom. We'll see who's down there. I'm waiting, Mr. Listen at the top of the cellar stairs. They heard the sound of a spade thrown aside and Joe Coffin's exultant shout. Let's go. I promise. Hey, boss, let's go. Hey, Cash, won't do you any good? Put your hands up, Joe. You, look, Mr. There's kind of... Put his ropes, Tom. Take that gag out of his mouth. Keep the hands away from your hostess, Joe. Joe, you broke up my gang. You captured my voice. You're the last of the gang left. Hold on. It's Rocco. He'll get you. Rocco told me where to find you. Rocco told you? Yes. He's in jail in Belleville. You'll see him there in a few days. Don't finish that draw. I'm not matching my speech. I'll do more than match it. Oh, my arm. You'll wake me. They are turned up. That's a good gag out of mouth. Are you all right, Totto? Me all right, Kimusubbi. Joe Coffin and Tom and Benedict come here to steal money. They share the holding Benedict upstairs. Now that the fight's been taken out of Joe Coffin, we'll enjoy them. Some hours later, Masked Man and Totto are on their way to Belleville with Joe Coffin as their prisoner. Frisco Benedict was behind bars in Furnace Creek's jail when the sun rose, lighting the eastern sky. In his office in the jail, Sheriff Dan Pinder exclaimed, Tom, we should have brought that box of cash to town. Would the lock in the man's house still busts if anyone could go in and steal it? That money's not worth stealing, Uncle Dan. That box is full of Confederate bonds and paper money. Are you sure? Paul wrote and told me he was converting most of his cash into Confederate money. Oh, don't... What did he tell me? He knew what you thought of the Confederacy. Oh, now, Tom, the war's over, Uncle Dan, and Paul's money is gone. But I still got the ranch. I'll go to work to try to build it up again. Yes, way to Frisco Benedict cares that he and his power were digging for Confederate cash. I always figured that teller face shiced it was no good. Whether it took your mass friend to prove I was right. Hey, how'd you happen to meet the Lone Ranger, Tom? The Lone Ranger. You mean that mass friend? I knew who he was as soon as he said he was after Joe Coven. Benedict knew who he was, too. Well, how do you like that? I was sitting at his campfire, eating his food, and I never knew he was the Lone Ranger. Champions are made not for... Yes, sir. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with me. Champions are made, not born. That's true. For any of us, practice makes perfect. And practice made pretty Betty Shallow, figure skating star of the Ship Stads and Johnson Ice Follies. As a little girl on figure skates, Betty practiced her figure eight. She learned to leap, to glide, to spin, and to help her on to win, she'd really spoon her Wheaties in. Now Betty whirls on flashing blade. Wheaties helped her make the grade. Sure, Betty Shallow grew up on Wheaties, started at the age of eight. Sure keeps a girl up on her toes. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheat's plate. Now watch Betty whirl away. Hey, hey, hey! She's on her way, on her way. She's on her way, on her way. Get on your way with Wheaties. Cause champions are made not for... Yes, sir. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with Wheaties. Breakfast of champions. The Lone Ranger, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, is created by George W. Crendle. Produced by Trendle Campbell Muir Incorporated, directed by C. Livingston and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer. Your announcer, Fred Boyd. The Lone Ranger is brought to you 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.