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So try it, it's more fun than a circus, and more delicious than you can imagine. Next time Mom goes shopping, ask her to please get the new Betty Crocker cake mix. Peanut Delight. With his faithful Indian companion title, the daring and resourceful mask 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 a thundering hoofbeats of the great Horned Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Come on Silver, let's go with us. I'm Silver! Shortly before noon, Clarabel Hornblow and her top-hand Thunder Martin were the only customers in the bank in Copper City. Clarabel had just paid her mortgages. Well, let's get out of here, Thunder. I have a lot of shopping to do and I want to get in. Step back inside, ladies. What's the idea? Inside, Mr. Stuck-Lavley. Man, man. Hurry up! Oh, piration for guns. Your coverage will keep your hands high. And that goes for you two fellas behind the counter, too. I don't see it in my head, you know. Keep him there. While your pal fills these canvas bags with passing gold. Yes, sir. Make it fast, yes. Boys, keep your eyes open. Don't worry. All right, come on, hurry it up. Anyone who tries to pass, no one will die sudden. Sturdy. Stephen, come on. You keep your hands up, lady, and you'll not get hurt. All right, here's the money. All right, sir. Sit up. We're backing out of here. We'll fill the first man of Chubb's afters, and that goes for you two, ladies. I just hope the sheriff's waiting outside for all of you. That sheriff's eating lunch right now. By the time he finds out there's been a robbery, we'll be out of town. Let's go, boys. As the three masked men back toward the door, Thunder Martin's right hand dropped to his poster. Ozark saw the move. Are you chughead? The chughead! The chughead! The chughead! The chughead! The carabell dropped to her knees beside the wounded foreman. The bank robbers raced through the hit trail, flung to the backs of their waiting horses, and hurried away. By the time the caravan is deputed, reached the street and opened fire, the foremen were on their way out of town. A moment later, the fleeing riders rounded the corner of the deserted building. They let the chuches in the building together. They'll get horses and start afters in a few minutes. We'll separate, travel, and carry. Take those. You and Charity head west. All right. Just allow me to check on British River in a couple of days to flip the loop. And freeze it to cover your tracks. Are you ready over here? Get up! Get up! Meanwhile, Charity student and Pete Winter, the president of the bank, entered the building. As he closed the door firmly against the crowd of curious townsmen, the sheriff said, He talked to the cashiers. Find out what was stolen. Right, Charity? I'm all right myself. Thunder is getting ready. What fire six-year-old child would have more sense for the crime drawn against three-armed farmers like those? Now, ladies, still thunder. Still got jetty customers to look at the wound. I'm not hurt that bad. Did you stop a bullet thunder? Oh, I just got a scratch here. I hope it's nothing serious. Anyone else hurt? No. Thunder wouldn't have been hurt either, Sheriff. He kept his hands away from his gun. Two Japanese and a couple of townsmen went after those fellas. I hope they get them. Oh, while I examine your wound, Thunder, tell me what you know about the robbery. There's not much to tell, Sheriff. Claribel and I were the only customers in the bank. Yep, I just paid off my mortgage. We were heading for the door when those three jets busted in. I see. Their faces were covered with bandanas. They all held guns. East of Copper City, Jester-El and Odar load their horses to a walk. Easy now, easy. And guide the animals into a shallow creek. Come on, come on, easy. We've taken any laman who were after this, yes? We covered our tanks so well it'll take them a long time to pick up our trains. That's the same. We're taking no chances. We'll stay in the creek as long as we can. And your head's gone! As Jester-El says, as Jeff's boat is near, set to you will hold in the bed of the stream and fell, throwing the off-law from the saddle. As those arcs rule rain and dismount it nearby, Jeff stood up. What happened? I had a low-goat mare fell. She must have stepped into a hole. Oh, shooter, shooter and be done with it. I'll take any of these who had an own bed and arrived at base. She's scared of her own saddle. You heard? I'll get the bottom of the creek. Mighty hard. Closer, token wet. Reckon I didn't break any bones. I'll take a look at your face. You picked a fine time to get skidded. There's a hole in the bed of the creek right here, Jeff. She stepped into it. Yeah, she would. You'll not be able to travel fast enough. What? That's either yourself. Of course. You'll have to leave her here. Me too, here. Yeah, you're right. Get the saddlebags on my horse. I gotta have a horse? They'll get one. Where? The ranch about a mile from here. We'll steal one there. But if the posse catch is up to us before we get there, we'll have to take that chain. The lame mare stood quietly with her head bowed as Guest Pharrell removed the saddlebags full of stolen money. A few minutes later, the two outlaws left the creek. Come on, boy, get up. Come on, man. Traveling is pushing out my style. Get up and watch the ground. Oh, what? Make sure we leave no tracks. To the shelter of trees as much as possible, the two outlaws moved over hard-packed ground for some time. Then Ozark saw Clarabel Hornblow's ranch ahead. Hey, you see, Gess? Totally we were near a ranch. Let's hope we find some good horses there. We'll take what we need. They reached the ranch house. Gess looked toward the empty corral a short distance away. Only horses in there, Ozark. The critters might be out on the range. Only one way to find out. We go into the house and ask questions. Looks to me like no one's home, Gess. Go around to the back door. Maybe someone's in the kitchen. Giving Ozark's horse ground hits at the kitchen door. The two outlaws went inside. Within a few minutes, they knew the ranch house was empty. As they returned to the big kitchen, Gess muttered, Oh, God, let our luck turn muddy all of a sudden, Ozark. Yeah, I thought for sure we'd find at least one horse here. I reckon they're all out on the range, like you said. Hey, listen, why? Ryder's heading this way. Maybe whoever owns this spread's coming back without the window. It's an engine. But the paint is right here. That horse is fast. Fast and strong. And the engine's coming inside, Gess. That suits me fine. Soon he stepped through the door, let him have it with his gunman. As he strolled toward Clarabelle's kitchen door, the Lone Ranger's Indian friend, Toto, glanced at the two saddlebags on the back of a big black horse. Ground hits nearby. He hesitated for a moment outside the open door. Then entered calling. Clarabelle, you home? Let him have it. Right. Ozark's gun barrel came down hard on Toto's head. The Indian fell to the floor unconscious. He's out cold, yes. Gag him and put ropes on him before he comes to. Right. And be sure the ropes are plenty tight. Where are you going? To take the saddlebags off that paint. As soon as I put mine on him, we'll be set to travel. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. When Bill's that 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. Sure, Cheerios, the cereal that's fun to eat because it's shaped like little leperos. The only ready-to-eat oat cereal with this fresh toasted oat flavor. 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. A short time later, as the lone ranger rode cross-country toward Clarabel Hornblow's rent to meet Toto, he saw familiar tracks on the ground. Oh, oh, easy, easy. The tracks of two horses were some distance from the stream where Jess had fallen. And as the masked man studied them, he realized the outlaw he wanted had passed that way. We've found Jess's old tracks again, Silver. As the lone ranger studied the tracks, he heard the sound of approaching hoof beats. That may be Thunder Martin and Clarabel Silver. They're not far from the Hornblow rent. But the riders who emerged from the screaming Russian trees were townsmen who had been following the trail of the bank robbers. Their guns were drawn. And as they advanced, they fired warning shots. Realizing he couldn't reach the cover of nearby Cottonwood trees in time to avoid being hit by a bullet. The lone ranger stood motionless. Take your hands up and keep track. Move, buddy, move, move, move, boy. Yeah, figured to give us a flick by splitting up and traveling separately, huh? Well, what are you talking about? The bank robbery you and your mass friends pulled this news. Bobbery? You know more about it than we do. If you can tell what you know to the law when you get back to town. I've committed no crime. We followed you and your pal from town. We lost the trail a couple of times. For a moment, the townsmen looked from the masked man to the ground. They saw the tracks of two riders, but they didn't see the lone ranger split second draw. Now, host to your guns and tell me more about the robbery. The fight of two coasts leveled for action unnerved the possemen. You're fast. Too fast to trade lead with a... I'll host a massacre. What about you? I don't want gunplay. Or do I? You're hosting your gun. It's only one mass, man. I know of on the right side of the law. That man's a friend of Claire Bell Hornblow. I was on my way to the Hornblow Ranch when I saw these tracks. You're the lone ranger? Yes. I'm sorry we mistook you for an outlaw, but that man... How many men took part in the bank robbery you mentioned? Four. Three men are riding with Jeff Sorrell. Who's Sorrell? An outlaw I've been trailing for three weeks. You think he robbed the bank? Yes, but these are his tracks. They're the same as the ones we follow from town. Come on, we'll keep after them. A short time later, the lone ranger and the riders who introduced themselves as Chuck and Flynn reached bottleneck Creek. A buck board was on the far side of the stream and decided to declare a hornblow and thunder martin. The buck some ranch owner and her top hand asked Sorrell's injured mayor. After they greeted the masked man warmly, Clarabel said, Mr. Westando. We separated two days ago to try to pick up Jeff Sorrell's trail, Clarabel. I plan to meet him at your place this afternoon. This friend thinks Jeff Sorrell and his gang robbed the bank, Clarabel. This bay belongs to one of the bank robbers. Thunder and I recognized the critters. We saw it standing outside of the bank during the robbery. Poor things hurt her leg. I plan to take her to my place where she'll have plenty of good grazing and rest of the leg heels. She's a mighty fine horse. Look how she pates to make thunder. Poor critters muzzling your shoulder. You've made a friend, Clarabel. The bay's too good for outlaw skunks like the ones who robbed the bank. Look at these tracks. One horse came out of the stream here. Two men on foot were with it. That means the two men walked. They probably carried two saddlebags. The tracks will be easy to follow from now on. Slim and I'll stay with you until you get those fools there. Then let's go. The tracks were difficult to see, but having followed the gang for several weeks, the lone ranger knew the tricks they used to conceal their trails. Slowly but surely he and the men with him approached the ranch. While Clarabel drove the buckboard the ranger walked alongside, leading the injured mare. When thunder and Clarabel entered the ranch kitchen some time later, the lone ranger had already freed Toto. With wide-eyed amazement, Clarabel listened to the Indian story. They looked two days for Tracker Gang north of here, but not find them. So they come here to meet you, Kimitabi. They come into the kitchen and someone hit me on head. You mean the skunks were in here in my kitchen? That's right, Clarabel. We come two times, gang. We look outside. See, Scouts gone. I saw your saddlebags on the ground at the door. Cook, put their saddlebags on Scouts. Then ride them away. How's your head, Toto? It's all right, but you feel better when we find Scouts. I'm going after him now, Toto. Follow my trail if Clarabel will end your horse. You know, dog, on well, I'll end him one, mister. Thunder and I'll get one off the range and have them ready to ride inside a tan 15 minutes. Good. I'll see you later, Toto. Wait a minute, mister. We'll go with you. You'd better ride to town to report to the sheriff. He's got a big fella. One killer! The tracks from the ranch were clear and easy to follow. And as the masked man rode, he repeated Scouts' name. They've got to find him, children. Understand, big fella? They've got to find Scouts. But he horse quickened his pace as if he were in a hurry to find the missing paint. But the bone ranger wasn't sure he understood until Scouts' tracks disappeared. Then he gave silver his head. Oh, I'm sorry. Without guidance, the Greek white stallion followed a trail the masked man couldn't see. The trail of a faithful friend and comrade. I'm sorry. That night, Jeff Sorrell and Ozark made camp under a moonless sky. Scout and Ozark's big black were tied to nearby trees. And as they spread their blankets near a small campfire, Ozark asked, Where's the saddlebag with the money, Jeff? Right here beside me. No wonder where my coats look shorty are now. Probably halfway to the hideout unless they lost as much time as we did. In a way, I'm glad my belly went lame, Ozark. We were lucky to get a horse as fine as that paint. And on the lookout for a long time for a horse as fast and strong as he is. Hey, what's that? Ah, the paint's restless. He'll settle down. Well... Wake me in a couple hours, Ozark. And I'll stand watch while you sleep. You've got no sleep tonight. Hey, what's your color? So don't try reaching for those guns. Who are you? Where are you? The firelight makes you perfect target. He's back on the tree. Well, get it! I told you not to reach for a gun. Oh, my hand is bursting. If you try a fast move, I'll break your arm, Jeff. Well, I can't shoot it shallow. Show yourself. Cover them. Well, I think they got him. He got him covered, but there's two of you. Yeah. And you're Matt. That's right. Who are you? We've never met, but you'll recognize my friend. You take good looks with it. You? Come after his horse. Well, now, wait a minute, mister. I admit we took the red skin paint, but there's no reason to hold on. Are you dealing? Some of us do steal horses. Hangs. No, no. Where's the rest of your gang? Gang. That's right. I don't know what you're talking about. In that case, we'll take you two back to Copper City before we look for your friends. Early the next morning, Toto and the lone ranger return to Copper City with their prisoners and the stolen money. As he took charge of the outlaws and led the way to the cell block, Sheriff Dugan suckles. Your pals are here waiting for you, Jess. What pals? You'll see. Jess! Ozark! Shorty! Paykel! Surprise to see him, huh? Well, my boys and I captured them yesterday a short distance in town. Now we've got your whole gang. What happened to you two? I reckon we didn't do a good job of covering our tracks, Jess. Inside, Jess. You too, Ozark. All right, all right. Well, see you later, men. How come the law captured you and Ozark, Jess? We wouldn't have been captured if Jess's bay hadn't gone lame. Couldn't you find another horse? Sure. I found another one, all right. That strong pain. If he was fast and strong, how come the law captured you? Go on, Jess. Tell him we'll own the credit. We found out too late the paint belonged to Tando. Who's Tando? The ancient pal of the Lone Ranger. 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