 Of course, with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a ha-hey-hay-oh 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 the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, the Lone Ranger! Hello, this is the Lone Ranger. The other day I was watching a cowboy trying to break an outlaw horse. That drunk was plenty mean, and the cowboy was having a tough time trying to stick in the saddle. So a couple of the boys around the corral started to serenade the cowboy, like this. Have you tried wheaties, their whole wheat with all of the bread? Won't you try wheaties, for wheat is the best food of man. Well, the cowboy tamed the horse, just like man tamed the west with the help of wheat. It was the vast western prairies that attracted the white man, land on which to grow wheat to be made into flour. To give man the energy it takes to live in a frontier country. Today, you can get that same frontier wheat energy, and here's how. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mass writer of the plains, let 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 fella. I am Silver! The valley town of Fairview in the heart of Colorado's gold mining area was strightling hot at high noon. People remained indoors as much as possible, and in the Sheriff's office, a deputy sat half asleep until Sheriff Matt Neely entered. Hey! What? What? Wake up, I've got a letter from the lone ranger. The lone ranger? Great Scott, I didn't know you knew him, Sheriff. I don't, but he says a crook by the name of Dyle Durkin plans to clean out the bank on the 50th of this month. Dyle Durkin? I never heard of him. The lone ranger sent this handbill with a letter. It tells all about Dyle Durkin. Well, all we got to do is watch for him, and if he comes here, arrest him and turn him over to your friend Marshall Green and Cheyenne. Well, that's what I plan to do. But in the meantime, I'm going to ride to Cheyenne and have a talk with Jim Green. Meanwhile, I don't say anything about this to Banker Comedy. You ought to know about it, Sheriff. Plenty of time to tell him after I get back to Cheyenne. Cheyenne. A few days after receiving the letter of warning, Sheriff Matt Neely visited his friend Marshall Green in Cheyenne. After welcoming the sheriff, the Marshall read the letter carefully, then said, I tell you, Matt, there's no accountant for the way the lone ranger learns things like this. You know him, don't you, Marshall? Well, I've talked to him a few times. In fact, he was here in Cheyenne last week. He came to my house late at night to ask if I knew what kind of cigars Dyle Durkin smokes. Why? Well, he and Tondo had been following the trail for some time, and they'd picked up several half-smokes cigars. Oh. The lone ranger showed them to me. They were the same brand as the one that we found near the safe after Durkin had robbed the Cheyenne bank. Then the lone ranger must be on Durkin's trail. That afternoon, while the sheriff rode south on the return trip to Fairview, the lone ranger and Toto guided their horses through the Laramie Mountains, about 30 miles west of Cheyenne. They traveled slowly, following hoof marks that were barely discernible, until the maskman suddenly drew rain and said, What's over here? Rain? Oh, it's got a hump on there. Oh yeah, he said it was a big thump. Here's another cigar. Hey, Mr. Abby, you hear that? Yes. There's a horse just ahead of us around the bandage. He said it was a big thump. over leaped ahead like an arrow from a bow. The Lone Ranger rounded the bend well in advance of Toto, and at last, after many days of following the trail, saw Dyle Durkin. The outlaw looked over his shoulder, recognized the masked man, and spurred his horse cruelly. While riding at breakneck speed, Durkin opened fire. Monty! The Lone Ranger leaned low and kept his guns holstered. Durkin fired again in desperation as the big white stallion gained rapidly. Keep firing, Durkin! Two more shots will empty your guns! Ah, kill ya! One more, Durkin! Durkin knew his freedom depended on the last shot in his gun and held his fire. Each second brought the Lone Ranger closer. He was within ten yards of the outlaw, and a moment later, less than five yards separated the straining horses. This is the end, Durkin! Durkin looked back, his face livid with rage. Ah, kill ya! As Durkin leveled his gun for another shot, the Lone Ranger fired. Now! Durkin's gun was smashed by the masked man's bullet. Now we're closing! Come on, finish! An added burst of speed brought Silver alongside the outlaw's horse. Hang in the water, shoot! Now hold your fire! Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! My hands are up. What are you going to do with me? I'm going to turn you over to Marshal Green in Cheyenne. It was after dark when Marshal Green took charge of Durkin, locked him in a cell, then joined the masked man and Tonto as they prepared to mount their horses behind the jail. Well, once more, I'm indebted to you and sold the bank for the recovery of the cash dialed to Durkin's store. All but a hundred dollars of it was in his saddlebags. Well, I'm glad to hear that. With all that cash in his possession, I can't see why Durkin was planning another bank job. Was he planning another? Sure, the one in Fairview. You know about that one? No, I don't, Marshal. You must know about it. You wrote and told Sheriff Neely that Durkin planned to rob the Fairview Bank on the 15th of this month. I saw the letter. A letter? I wrote? Yes, Sheriff Neely's a friend of mine. He was here in Cheyenne today with a letter signed by the Lone Ranger. Oh, I didn't write it. I'd like to know who did. So would I. I'm going to try to find out. Let me know if there's anything I can do to help you. I'd appreciate it if you'd keep secret the fact that Durkin's in jail. At least don't tell Sheriff Neely. Right. Adios. Adios. Let's go, Tonto. Let's go. A few days later, the Lone Ranger and Tonto camped in a woods near Fairview. And each day after that, Tonto went into town. He remained as unobtrusive as the other Indians in the community. He spent most of his time seated on the steps of the Sheriff's office. While pretending to doze, he remained alert but heard nothing of importance. Meanwhile, John Carmody, the banker, rode out of town one evening. He traveled by a devious route to a small cabin. There he conferred with a short, heavily built man. We'll carry out the plans just as we make them. You'll rise in Fairview by stage, coach, on the 14th. Pose him as your uncle Ben, right? I'll leave the small safe in the bank unlocked. And the $2,000 in paper money will be there waiting for you. Carmody, I want more money. One more. More? Yeah, you've stolen around $20,000. By letting me steal two, you'll be able to report a loss of $22,000. And you will be in the clear. Why, we agreed on $2,000. That was before I learned the bank examiners are due to show up in a couple of weeks. You're in a bad spot, Carmody. Unless you can cover what you stole, you'll lose everything. And go to jail, besides. Then you're not taking any risk? Dial Durkin will be blamed for the robbery? My price is $5,000. Pay it or go to jail for embezzlement. I'll pay. You're smart. Where'll the law be on the night of the robbery? 15 miles from town at a place known as Tall Pine. You'll go there expecting to meet the Lone Ranger. I suppose you've written another letter for him and signed it, the Lone Ranger? Yes, yes. Here it is, Benny. Mail it. I mailed the last one in Cheyenne. Well, I mail this one. In Boone City, where you will board the stagecoach. I wanted to arrive with a mail on the stage that brings you. Right, Carmody. Your old uncle Ben will be on that stagecoach, too. Each evening, Tallul reported to the Lone Ranger in the camp near Fairview. And each day found the Indian in his familiar place on the steps of the sheriff's office. He was there on the afternoon of the 14th when the stagecoach arrived. Tallul joined the sheriff's banker Carmody and others on the station platform to watch the arriving stagecoach. He saw the driver toss down a small packet of mail and heard the deputy sheriff say, Sheriff, I'll see you have any of that mail for us. All right, Hank. There was just one passenger aboard the stagecoach, a short, heavily built man to whom banker Carmody called. Uncle Ben, hello there. Hi, nephew. Oh, sir, this is my Uncle Ben Carmody. Howdy. Welcome to Fairview. Thanks, thanks. Glad to know you, Sheriff. Here's your bag, Mr. Carmody. Thanks, driver. I'll take it. What time do you leave here? 6 o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll be on hand. Don't leave without me. I'll be looking for you. Uncle Ben, why don't you stay in Fairview for a while? There'll be another westbound stage next week. No thanks, nephew. I hang it a week that coast as soon as possible. Now, let's go to your place. It's right across the street next door to the bank. See you later, Sheriff. Right. So long, Sheriff. Oh, yes, Hank. Any mail for me? Here, one letter. It's from Boone City. Wonder who it's from. I don't know anyone in Boone City. Neither do I, Hank. Hank, it's signed the same as that other letter. It's from the Lone Ranger. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. Sheriff Sam is a boy of 10. He busts right in the robbers den and gets his man 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. That's Cheerios. The cereal shaped like little letter O's. And those O's stand for oats. The good grain Cheerios is made from. Every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals, and proteins your body needs. Yes, those good things and a Cheerios breakfast do good things for your body. Help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones, and muscles. You can see that Cheerios is made to give you real gold power. So make sure you have a Cheerios breakfast every day. Then you'll hear people say. He's feeling his Cheerios. Now to continue. As the sheriff read the letters, signed the Lone Ranger. He lowered his voice. But Tonto, by shifting his position slightly, could hear the lawman saying, he says, I'll help you set a trap to catch Dyle Durkin. If you meet me at 11 o'clock on the night of the 14th, we're at Tall Pine. The 14th? That's tonight. That's right. Are you going to Tall Pine? You bet I am. Early that evening, Tonto joined the Lone Ranger in camp and told about the arrival of the man from the east and the sheriff's receipt of the second fraudulent letter. The Lone Ranger listened carefully, then said. We'll be there early, Tonto. Maybe we'll find the man who's writing letters and signing them the Lone Ranger. The familiar landmark known as Tall Pine rose from the top of the hill. Near the base of the old tree, a number of big boulders provided concealment for the Lone Ranger, Tonto, and their horses. A masked man in the Indian waited over an hour in the darkness. Then at 11 o'clock, they heard a horse approaching. There must be somebody here. Someone come. It's too dark to see whether it's the sheriff or someone else. Damn, there's no moon tonight. Yes. Whoa, whoa, there. And sheriff's point. All right, stay here with the horses, Tonto. I'll talk to him. Sir. Yeah? Where are you? Here. I've been waiting for you. Behind that rock. Yes. Ready? I reckon you're the Lone Ranger. My juniper, I sure have been looking forward to meeting you. Got your letters? Sheriff, I haven't written any letters to you. You haven't. But I got two of them. They are you the Lone Rangers? Yes. Well, if you didn't write to me, why are you here? I heard about both of the letters you received and came here in the hope of finding out who wrote them. Moreover, I wanted to tell you that Dyle Durkin is in the Cheyenne Jail. He is. I wonder why Marshall Green didn't tell me. Durkin was jailed after your visit to the Marshalls. I don't savvy. Why would anyone write me letters like that? That's what I'd like to know. If Durkin's in the Cheyenne Jail, he can't very well rob the bank in Fairview. No, but someone else can. Huh? Someone who wants Durkin to be blamed for the robbery. My juniper, you're right. But hold on. Why did that mysterious letter writer tell me to come here tonight? I could make up one good reason. Why? To get you out of town. For what? While the bank is being robbed. Well, if that's what the critter handed mine, he's due for a surprise. I suspected something of that sort and left the deputy on guard. Just the same. I'd better get back to town as soon as possible. I don't know. I'll go with you. It was long after midnight when the lone ranger, Puddle and Sheriff Neely reached Fairview. They turned into one end of the main street and saw a crowd of people and a number of torched lights and lanterns in the street, some distance away. Wait, ran in. Oh, there's a lot of people. Something's going on. Crowd and the bank. That's right. Maybe the robbery. I'm not going there, Sheriff. I'm asked what caused too many questions. What if the bank's been robbed? I'll stay out of sight behind the building. I'll learn what's happened. You better go on alone. What about Tuttle? He'll join the crowd after you're there. Whatever you say. Get a big joint. As he rolled, the Sheriff looked back and saw the lone ranger guiding his horse toward the rear of the rolled buildings. On the same side of the main street is the bank. Then the lulmin' looked ahead. Banker Carmody and the deputies stood in the crowd near the bank door. Seeing the Sheriff, the deputy cried out, Here's the Sheriff now. Well, it's about time. Oh, holy, oh, well, Neely, where have you been? Did he get it back? I had business out of town. Fine thing. The bank's been robbed. The bank was closed. And Dyle Durkin did it. Now, hold on, all of you. You, Sheriff, the ordinary pole cat got away with it. How long ago? Less than half an hour ago. I left you on guard, Hague. How did it happen? I'd read it, Sheriff. I don't know. I kept going around the building as you told me to, checking first the front door, then the back. It sounded good, that head. Someone must have crept close behind me somehow and cracked me on the head. I remember seeing stars. And the next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground near the back door. And the bank, it would throw water on me. How'd you find it, Mr. Carmody? Very simple. After my uncle went to bed, I went to the cafe across the street for an hour. As I came out, I noticed a dim light inside the bank. Very cautiously, I unlocked the front door. And then I saw a man clouched in front of the open safe. By the light of a candle placed on the floor, he was putting money into a cloth sack. And, Sheriff, he was smoking a cigar. Quiet, Hank. Let Mr. Carmody finish. Well, the thief saw me fired once and ran out the back door, which was wide open. He went straight to the woods, about a hundred yards behind the bank. He had a horse hidden there. I heard him right away. And near the door, I saw your deputy on the ground, tied, gagged, and blindfolded. The thief was a tall, thin man. And he unlocked the safe by dialing the combination. And we found the cigar he was smoking. He must be Dyle Durkin. Later that night, Toto joined the Lone Ranger in the woods and reported all that Carmody and the deputy had told the sheriff. The Lone Ranger said, it must be tracks we can follow, Toto. But there's little we can do until dawn. May I tell, Sheriff? Yes. Tell him we're going to try to follow the tracks of the thief at daybreak. We'd be glad to have him with us. The stagecoach left town at daybreak with one passenger. And a few minutes later, the sheriff and his deputy joined the Lone Ranger and Toto at the edge of the woods. Oh, ho, ho. I sure hope we can find the tracks of that thief. According to Carmody, he ran here in a straight line from the back door of the bank. That's right. And he had a horse waiting here. Several townsmen heard him right away. Here are the tracks for the horse. Sure enough. And here, where he ran from bank. Yeah, I see the tracks. The ground here in the woods is softer than in the open. These footprints were made by low-heeled shoes, such as leaps near my wear. Him plenty heavy, man. Notice the length of his stride. No tall man would take such a short stride. Carmody said he was tall and lean. And Carmody's eyes were playing tricks. The man who made these footprints is short and heavy. He wore low-heeled shoes. He must sub me. That sound like banker's Uncle Dan. It sure does. You describe them to a team. He's the man we want to talk to. It's too late. He's gone. Gone where? He left town a few minutes ago on the westbound stage. I'm going after him. Come on, mister. You can't send him in for life. Come on. Sheriff, look at that masked man's travel. Well, don't stand there looking at him. We've got to follow him. All right. He's set up. I don't think I'm going to let him out. Get him up. Come on. Widing like the wind, the lone ranger dashed along the stage trail. Far in advance of Tuttle and the two lawmen. Come on, Silly! A guard riding beside the driver of the stage. Look back. Then shot it. We'll be chased by a masked man. An outlaw. Get up. Get up there. That opens fire on the critic. Did you get him? Oh, he's too far back. Take his uncle. He's opened fire. Oh, get the poor cat. What happened? Uncle Ben's hit the gunhead. Bring him. Stop that stage. Stop that stage. You're on open fire. All right. I'm stopping close. Come on. Oh, he's getting. Don't shoot at him. I'm not going to shoot, but keep your hands up. We got nothing worse stealing. Hit your passenger, I'm after. Easy. Say to me, pull up. All right, Paul. Can't you bust up my hand? Get out of that stage. What do you want of me? The money you took from the bank. Who says I took any money? Come on out. Oh, you wait. You'll be jailed for this. The sheriff's on his way. Make your complaints to him. Hey, he's right. Here comes the sheriff and his deputy. And the agent. Let's see how old you really are. Look out. A wig. Hey, the old man. Well, he's not an old man. All right, you wonder. Let's see how much cash you're carrying. Oh, oh, oh. Sheriff. Sheriff, this masked man's trying to rob me. I doubt that. What's the idea we're in a week? Look at this, Sheriff. Give me that. That's my money. Brand new paper money. Looks like we've got you for robbing a bank. Your footprints will convict you. My footprints? Yes, your footprints. Oh, that foolish slick plan. Well, listen, I'm not going to jail. I'll talk. I'll turn state evidence. I'll tell you where to find the cook who stole four times as much as I did. Get banker comedy. He's your real crook. He's a crook. Is he the one who wrote letters and signed them? The Lone Ranger? Yes, he stole from the bank and lost the money with bad investment. He hired me to cover for him before the bank examiners came. Well, Sheriff, now it's up to you. Yep. We'll take it from here, Mr. I know. We'll be on our way. Yes, goodbye. Bye, old CD. Oh, and the most common. Sheriff, I thought that Ombry was a highwayman. Highwayman? Oh, no, driver. He's the Lone Ranger. The feature of the Lone Ranger, Incorporated, is produced by Trendle Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer. Your announcer, Fred Boy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.