 A very horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hockey-hio silver! The Lone Ranger! General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the oat cereal that's ready to eat, Benny Crocker mixes, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! Say kids, before you go to bed tonight, why not have a treat? A big slice of Betty Crocker white cake and a glass of milk. If your mom has Betty Crocker white cake mix on hand, it couldn't be easier. In fact, you can surprise your folks and make a delicious white cake yourself. The finest ingredients are right in the mix. So all you have to do is add water and the whites of two fresh eggs. Isn't that easy? And quick too! You just pop it into the oven and the result is always perfect. Betty Crocker promises you a perfect cake every time you bake. Cake after cake after cake. And you can frost your Betty Crocker white cake with a thick creamy chocolate frosting, or enjoy it plain with a dish of ice cream. You know, Betty Crocker white cake has all the special goodness and keeping quality of the best homemade. Ask mom to keep several packages of Betty Crocker cake mix on hand and bake up a perfect cake soon. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful mask writer 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 hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Come on, Silver! Let's go, we call him Silver! Late one afternoon, the driver of the stagecoach returned to the town of Gunside on foot. In the sheriff's office, he explained how Cherokee Smith and his partner Rusk had stopped the stage, forcing him to walk back to town while they drove the vehicle away. Sheriff Gospel organized a posse and rode after the stolen convoy. At Black Rock Creek, he found it abandoned, together with a team of horses, an empty strong box and the tracks of two riders. He followed the tracks to the water's edge, then turned to Deputy Moes Morgan. Cherokee, this parallel have done it again, Moes. I should have expected it. It was the same trick after every hold up. We gotta stop those crooks. There's only one way to stop them, Moes. Just tell me how. Get a fella here who's sure to capture them. Who? The lone ranger. The lone ranger? Do you know the lone ranger? I met him a couple of years ago. Well, then ask him to come here, Sheriff. I had to ask him a long time ago if I knew where to find him. Oh. I don't even know how to get a message to him. So we'll have to try to capture that crook without help. We sure haven't had any luck so far. Let's hope I look genius, Moes. Though the Sheriff and his deputy didn't know it, the lone ranger and Totto had heard that Cherokee Smith and his partner were operating in gun sight. Determined to capture the notorious outlaws, the masked man and his Indian friend were a short distance from town when they passed what appeared to be an abandoned mine. The lone ranger signaled a halt. Don't tell. Don't tell. Totto, the Sheriff's house has made a good campsite. Am I right? We leave gear here? No, we'll come back after we've seen the Sheriff. That was a warning shot. Full-color coverless with the rifle. I've seen, Totto. Right on, you two. Two-son cock and I own this mine. I'll clear out like I said and I'll blow your head off. Very well, two-son. Come on, Totto. Get them up. Come on. Early darkness was falling as the lone ranger and Totto drew rain in an alley behind the Sheriff's office. A few moments later, they opened the door without knocking and entering. Good evening, Sheriff. We met a few years ago, but you may have forgotten. I've forgotten my eye. Mr. Is it really you? You remember Totto? Sure I do. Howdy, Totto. I can't believe it. Sit down. Thanks. Why, only today I was wishing I knew how to find you. We're looking for Cherokee Smith. So am I. I spent all afternoon trying to pick up the skunk's trail. He robbed another stagecoach today. Tell me what you know about it, Sheriff. Not much to tell. This afternoon, the garden driver came in on foot. Cherokee and his power rust stole the stagecoach. We found his black rock creek with an empty strongbox nearby. What about his trail? We lost the tracks of the creek the same as we always do. Those critters have a hideout somewhere near here, but where it is and how to get to it after a holdup beats me. There are a lot of hiding places around here. I know the hills are full of them. The tracks never head for the hills. They stop at the creek. We passed an excellent hideout on the way to town. There. A couple of miles east of here. It looks like an abandoned mine. Oh, you mean the old Golden Rock. A man with a rifle is on guard to drive away trespassers. No, that's Tucson Crockett. Him, they, him own mine. He does. And it was a mighty rich one, but it gave out. Tucson spent all his cash trying to hit pay dirt again, but he never found it. Oh, why didn't stay at mine? Yeah, it's all he has left, huh? Most folks around here know him and leave him alone. Well, the mine's deep, isn't it? Nearly 200 feet with tunnels, galleries, and cross cuts running through it. There, you'd need a map to find your way around down there. Have you been there lately, Sheriff? Tucson won't let anyone near the place anymore. Oh, what's he afraid of? Right. I don't know. It might be interesting to find out. Maybe so. I'd like to look around the old mine. Why? Tucson may keep everyone away from the place because he's hiding in Cherokee Smith and Rusk. Oh, Tucson would do that. We just don't know whether he would or not. Well, no power to him. I'm going to call on the owner of the stage line. I should report it to him as soon as he's got back to town with the party, but I... need to give him more bad news. Now I can tell him you're at the Cherokee Smith. That'll make him feel a lot better. We may see you later, Sheriff. Right? Soon was rising, and as the Lone Ranger and Toto near the Shack House... Get him off the couch! Toto turned to the side while the Masked Man went on alone. Tucson Crockett was still on guard. He came to the door and threatened the approaching Masked Man with his rifle. Get away from here, mister! But the Lone Ranger continued his slow advance. You hide here, mister. I said get out! Oh, he's a big fella. I warned you! Tucson! I've come back to ask permission to go through your mine. Move on, or I'll blow your head off. Got him, Toto. I'll take that rifle. Let me go! You take it easy. Take it easy. All right, Toto. Let him go. Dad, Rache, give me my rifle. I'll return it when I remove the cartridges. If you're here to rob me... No, we're not. Well, you're after something. We're looking for Cherokee Smith and his partner. Well, come to the wrong place to look for cooks, mister. I can't keep you from looking. Thanks. Well, you get down there without a guide. You'll never get out. We'll risk that. You want me to show you around? Oh, we'd appreciate it. Come on now. I'll take both of you down the shaft in the hoist. Good. Here's your rifle. Thanks. We'll be with you as soon as we take care of our horses. While the Lone Ranger stayed with Tucson, Toto led Silver to the place where Scout had been hidden and tied him alongside. When he rejoined Tucson and the Masked Man, they took lanterns and started a donkey engine. Then used an old mine hoist to go down to the first level of the Golden Rod. After exploring it thoroughly, they descended to the second level. Finally, they reached the lowest level, nearly 200 feet below the surface. But they found no trace of the outlaws. As they turned to go back to the main shaft, the Lone Ranger said, We owe you an apology, Tucson. I told you you wouldn't find Cherokee Smith here. Thanks for showing us to the mine. Now that you've seen it, I hope you'll leave me alone. We'll not bother you again. How much farther do we have to go to reach the main shaft? We'll turn to the next crosscut. What is it, Toto? You look there. Wait a minute, Tucson. What you find? Foot prints. Oh, well, they're mine. I was down here yesterday. Those footprints are much larger than yours. I'm head for crosscut. We missed. Yes, you're right. Toto stayed with Tucson. I'll see where they lead. Uh, he wait here. He's smart of you to notice those footprints, engine. I've never spotted them myself. You've not seen them before? No, I... Hey, look out behind you! As Toto turned toward the crosscut behind him, Tucson brought his rifle butt down hard against the Indian's head. Pooja didn't die red skin. But you and your masked pal are due for an even bigger surprise. I'm clearing out of here and leaving you to die. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. This is the Lone Ranger. If you want to be a champion at anything, remember, others have done it in spite of obstacles. Take rodeo champion Bob Maynard. He did it the hard way. He proved champions are made, not born. Bob didn't even have the advantage of growing up on a western ranch. As a boy, he lived in Chicago. But Bob started riding when he was 8 years old. At 14 in California, he became a stable hand. Today, Bob Maynard is one of the top money winners in rodeo competition. He surely is Lone Ranger. And like many champions in all sports, Bob still chooses Wheaties for his favorite training dish. There's no question about it. Champions are made, not born. And there's no question why champions choose Wheaties for their training diet. If they want that famous wheat energy, they get it with Wheaties. Because there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Champions are made, not born. Get on your way with Wheaties. Breakfast of champions. Now, to continue. A few moments later, the Lone Ranger found Tonto where Tucson left him. Tonto, what happened? Tonto! Tucson! Come back here! Who will die down there? Keep a steady, Tonto. Tonto, click me. He's taking the hoist. Leave us here. We fought. Don't blame yourself, Tonto. We've got to find a way out of here. Without hoist, we never get out. Meanwhile, Tucson Crockett left the shaft house and ran toward Black Rock Creek, which flowed past the rear of the mine. He waited across the creek to the opening of a large cave where Cherokee Smith and Rosk waited. The outlaws listened attentively to Tucson's account of what had happened at the mine. So I left the masked man this pale Tonto 200 feet underground. Cherokee and I were on the lower level and we heard you coming down on the hoist with two fellas. So we left by the secret exit and came here, figuring to go back when they were gone. They found your footprints. The old barrel poisoned the fellas like me. You know who they are, Cherokee? Have you heard of a masked man the red-skinned named Tonto? The only engine named Tonto I ever heard of, right? Yeah, the lone range. Great day of life. You mean that I captured the lone ranger? That's right, Tucson. It's a good thing we weren't in the golden rod when he came looking for us. I'd like to know what made him figure you were using the mine for a hideout. I'm wondering how long it'll take him to find the exit that leads to the Crick. There's one way to make sure he never finds you. How? We've set off a couple of charges of blasting powder that'll blow away enough dirt and rocks to change the course of the Crick. But you might flood the mine if you do that. That's what we want to do. And the masked man, the engine will drown. You can't do it. And why not? I own the golden rod. That's worthless. I know that. But you, for helping us, will more than cover the damage to, son. Well... And on top of that, you'll get part of the golden east on the midnight stage. Russ and I were planning the robbery when you came here. And it'll be our last job. With what we get tonight, we'll all be on easy street for the rest of our lives. You'll cut me in on it, huh? We'll pay you well. As soon as we've taken care of the Lone Ranger and his engine pal, you'll ride to stop that stain. The Lone Ranger and Toto were in the main shaft of Tucson's mine, unaware of a secret exit. They considered other means of escape. The voice is at the top of the shaft. There's no way to bring it down, Toto. Kimo's hobby, their ladder, built into sight of shaft. Up there. Yes, I noticed it. No, it may be bad. It's not come down this far. It ends about two levels above us. That's right. We could reach it by cutting hand holes in the face of this shaft. That's our only hope. Explosions. Oh, I don't know. Oh, look! The creek's near here. And Tucson blasts away rocks and dirt to make it flow into the mine. The water's rising fast. He may have outsmarted himself. What do you mean? We'll go through the sewerage shoulder level. We'll stay afloat. We'll try to reach the ladder. That's a pretty good idea. The mask man and Toto were floating on the surface of the water when they heard the donkey engine start and Tucson's voice in the shaft house. Then the hoist began a slow descent as pink lantern light illuminated the sides of the shafts. Kimo's hobby, Tucson, other fellows come down here. Get out of the water so they don't see us. See those two down there? There's plenty of them. At the end, if you don't stop this thing, we'll go back to the top and tell Cherokee to won't raise me. Oh, Nick, I have them come. Yes, Toto. Tucson worked with Cherokee Smith and Rust. Outside the mine, Cherokee was already in the saddle as Rust swung to the back of his waiting horse. He grinned. He didn't worry about the mask man and his pal getting out of the mine, Cherokee. There's risen at least 30 feet down there. Good. We're rid of the lone ranger for keeps. Hit the saddle too, son. You're riding with us on this old evidence. What's your hurry, Cherokee? The stage might be ahead of schedule. Yeah, more than likely it'll be late. It always is. We're taking no chances. Early or late, I want to be on hand to stop it. Now let's go. All right, come on, get it there. Some time after the outlaw is left, the water is level with the bottom of the ladder, Toto. I'll climb up. As the mask man pulled himself from the water and started upwards, Toto followed. A few minutes later, they reached the shat house. Now we'll go after Tucson. With water dripping from their clothing, they hurried outside. There, Toto noticed the tracks on the moonlit ground. This footprint, made by Tucson. Yeah, those are like the blueprint you discovered in the mine. That's right. Tucson leaves here for another plumber. Short time go. Come on, we'll head for our horses. It took but a few minutes to change to dry clothing carried in their saddlebags. Then the lone ranger and Toto mobbed it. Did he send you to the plumber? You ride for the share of Toto. I'll follow the tracks of those three riders. Me, Sammy. Get them out. In a well-chosen place of concealment on the side of a steep hill overlooking the stage trail, Tucson Crockett loosened the bandana he had tied across his face. The bandanas, Lady Uncountable, tied over Fuller's mouth and nose. How much longer do you figure we'll have to wait, Cherokee? How do I know? You know, that stage makes connection with the eastbound train in Kansas City. They go and put aboard the train and ship to New York and Philadelphia regularly. Yeah, but after pulling one hold up today, you're risking plenty trying another one. They'll all expect us to lay low after the day's job. I hope not. All right. Hey, listen, I hear the stage. Yeah, you're right. Get set to move as soon as it comes into sight. Dr. Crockett! Are you said he was dead? He can't be alive! While Roscoe and Tucson stared in disbelief at a man they thought they killed, Cherokee Smith grabbed his gun. As it cleared the holster, the lone ranger fired, smashing Cherokee's 45. But a silver bullet struck him in the arm. Rock fell back under its impact. Let him have it, Tucson! Get him! Not me! I give up! Don't make a fast move, Cherokee! You'll not get me while there's a gun left! As Cherokee grabbed for Tucson's gun, a bullet busted his right hand. My hand! My hand! The stage driver, hearing the shots and fearing outlaws, reached his team madly as the stage rumbled fast. Meanwhile, the sight of his wounded friend sharpened Tucson Crockett's fears. The revenge for the way he and Tonto had been tricked. Tucson pleaded. Don't shoot me, please, Mr. I give up! I quit! I don't want any fights! Get your hands up and keep them there. You want more gunplay, Cherokee? You've got the upper hand now, Miss Cherokee. Look, here comes the sheriff. Sean, do you want a couple of deputies? You're with him! I apologize, Miss Cherokee. You're just in time, Sheriff. Cherokee, Smith, Rusk and Tucson are here. You put handcuffs on the Polkats, Sheriff. All right. You're in plenty of trouble. Tonto told me what happened at the mine. I reckon there's no use trying to explain, Sheriff. Judge and jury will listen to your explanation. When they find out you tried to kill the masked man in Tonto, they're likely to be downright hard on you. Then let me talk. I can tell where to find the loot from the robbers. I can tell all I know. I'll squeal plenty. You've got to let me talk, Sheriff. Give me a chance. All right, you'll have a chance. We may see you again, Sheriff. I hope so. I owe you to a heap of thanks. Forget it, Sheriff. We were as anxious as you were to capture those crooks. Easy. All right, put out your hands, Tucson. I'll handcuff you for the tip of town. I was never crooked in my life before I met Cherokee and Rusk. They taught me into hiding them. You'll pay for hiding them, Tucson. But you'll pay a lot more for trying to kill Tonto and the Lone Ranger. The righted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Grace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Boy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.