 with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the ready-to-eat old Cheerio that gives you go-power, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! He man-gimme is eight years old. He is strong and he is bold. He can capture outlaws, cause he knows. He's got go-power from Cheerio. Yes, he's got go-power. There he goes! He's feeling his Cheerios! Cheerios! Cheerios! That's Cheerios, alright! The nourishing old Cheerio that shaped like little Leverose. The ready-to-eat Cheerio with a wonderful toasted old flavor. What's more, every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle-building food. That's right, each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals and proteins your body needs. And these 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 go-power. So try Cheerios, the famous old Cheerio that needs no cooking. And soon you'll hear people say... He's feeling his Cheerios! With his faithful Indian companion title, the daring and resourceful Masked Rider 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 willing days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hooves beats of the great horse Silver! The lone ranger rides again! Come on Silver, let's go because I am Silver! A red brick building faced the river near Hartford, Connecticut. A sign over the door read, Colt Patten Firearms Manufacturing Company. Inside the building, Samuel Colt seated at his desk, looked up, when he heard the door of his office being opened. He smiles warmly and stood to welcome an attractive lady. Well, Nancy's saying, I'm delighted to see you. Good morning, Colonel Colt. The clerk told me to walk right in. Yes, yes, of course. Please sit down. I received your letter asking me to call. I'm very glad that you're here. I'll close the door. I heard only yesterday that you and your son are going west to join your husband. Yes. Gerald made all the arrangements. Sam and I are going to meet him in St. Joseph's, Missouri. Good. I'm glad Gerald is at last able to send to you and the boy. How old is Sam? Sixteen, isn't he? Yes. Seems only yesterday when he was born and named after me. Gerald insisted on that. Gerald's always been one of my best friends. I know that, Colonel Colt. Nancy, I have a gift for him. I'm sure he'll be pleased. And I'd like you to take it to him. That's why I ask you to call. I'll be glad to. Here it is. A revolver silver-plated and with Gerald's name engraved on it. Oh, it's beautiful. There are just two others like it. And I'll never make another. Only three? Yes. The other two were especially made for man who has many times proved my theory. A good gun, like a man's mind, properly directed may be a powerful force for law and peace. But improperly directed becomes an instrument of evil and destruction. The mates to this gun are worn and used by the lone rangers. On the day when Nancy Payne and her son left Hartford by train, they were on the first leg of their trip to St. Joseph, Missouri. The lone ranger and Tutto fall away in northern Texas, stood beside their horses. As they finished tying the camp gear behind their saddles, Tutto said, That's a long way to Colorado. It's a long way, Tutto. But the trip will be worthwhile if we're able to help some of the pioneers make permanent homes. The Colorado area is rich. People are needed to develop the natural resources. Twenty men find gold, silver there. Yes, and since the start of mining operations, crux of all kinds has gone to the settlements in the mountains. Too few lawmen to protect the decent people. Well, you ready? Well, you ready? Easy, set the big boat. In huge time, Nancy Payne and her son reached St. Joe. In the hotel lobby, when the woman inquired about her husband, a tall, raw-bones man said, I'm sorry, ma'am, but I have bad news for you. What? I don't know how to break it to you, General. Bad news about General? Yes, him. He, uh, he's dead. The stranger introduced himself as Black Miller, a kind and understanding man. He escorted Nancy and Sam to a quiet sitting room, then waited until the woman and boy had regained some of their composure. Tell me, how did Gerald die and when? Well, it happened last week. He was in the cafe and had all his money in his pocket. A gun slinger held up the plate, robbed Gerald and the two other men who were there. Your husband tried to stop the crook as he was leaving. The crook shot him. Do you know the name of the murderer? Yes, his name is Slater, Cal Slater. What's he called? No, Sam, he got away. No one's seen him since the shooting. Cal Slater. I'll remember that name. What do you want to do, Mrs. Payne? Go back east? He's fine, Mr. Miller. We have no money. Oh, really? Gerald sent us barely enough to bring up here. We were going to buy a team and wagon and supplies and go to Colorado. Well, Mrs. Payne, I'm going to Colorado. I have a team, wagon and supplies. My mother's going with me. Your mother? Yeah, she's quite old and it'll be a hard trip for her. It'd help her a lot if you and Sam went with it. I don't know. Let's do it, Mom. Let me introduce you to my mother. The two of you talk it over. I know you'll like her and she'll like you. That same day after a two-hour visit with Brett Miller's mother, Nancy Payne made her decision. We'll go with you, Mr. Miller. Oh, good. But I insist on sharing these things. Oh, that's all right. I want to pay at least part of our share. I have very little cash, so... I know that, Mrs. Payne. And there's no use counting on recovering what Slater stole from your husband. That crook got clean away. I have something of value here in my bag. Just having you along to help take care of my mother will more than repay you. Well, a gun. See, this was to be a gift to my husband from Colonel Samuel Colt. Is it worth anything? Oh, I'd say it's worth a plenty. Then sell it. Yeah, what a shooting iron. Whatever you get for it will help pay for our food. If you say so, Mrs. Payne, the fact is, it might need some extra cash before we reach the end of our trip. Do you know someone who'd buy the gun? Well, I reckon Pop James would be glad to buy a gun like this. He owns a livery stable. I'll call on him right away. The following day, if on Brett Miller ready to leave for Colorado, with his mother, Nancy Payne and Nancy's 16-year-old son aboard his covered wagon, Brett gripped the reins and whipped and shouted, Get out of there! Get out of there! That night, under cover of darkness, two men walked softly toward the livery stable. One was Cal Slater, the outlaw who had robbed and killed Gerald Payne. He was accompanied by Shorty Kent, a townsman who, for a share of the stolen cash, had become the killer's partner. Well, I don't like to rob Pop James. We need horses, and he's got them. But I used to work for Pop, and he treated me first grade. You going soft? Well, no. He wasn't better. You can't be soft-hearted if you're going to travel with me. We're going to take care of ourselves, no matter who gets hurt. I'll get your gun ready. Inside the stable, Pop James had finished his chores and was about to put out the lights. But he paused to examine once again his newly acquired gun. He held it close to a lantern. You're the beauty. Well, this man named was on it instead of Gerald Payne. You're covered. Huh? Drop the gun and hike your hands. Cal Slater. Drop the gun, Pop. And Shorty Kent. What are you doing with- I can't drop the gun to do it before we plug it. That's more like it. He didn't cover it, Shorty. I'll pick up the gun. Shorty. Shorty. Now listen to me. Slater's wanted for robbery murder. Don't team up with him. Shorty's already teamed up with me. I gave him part of the loot for helping me hide out from the law. Shorty, the law hanging for helping the killer because the law never catches, Pop. Hey, this is a mighty fancy gun. There's a name on it, Slater. The name of the man who robbed and killed. Huh? Gerald Payne. Sure enough. Beans I got is cash. It's fit and I should have his gun. Why'd you two come here? Ah, we're gonna travel a long way, Pop. And we need horses. So, now you're a horse thief. You just take it easy and you won't get hurt. We're gonna tie and gag you. A short time later, Cal and Shorty blew off the light, locked the livery stable door, mounted two stolen horses, and rode away. And how Slater took within the Silver Coast that Pop Janks had bought from Brett Miller. In the outlaw's possession, the special gun became an instrument of evil and destruction. It blazed a trail of robbery and murder from St. Joseph to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. You bet we're eating our Wheaties out west, including the champs. Take Eddie Matthews, born in Texarkana, Texas, and a great slugger for the Milwaukee Braves. He got a Texas start and a Wheaties start. Been eating them for years. And there's Gene Littler from California, one of the best pro golfers in the game. Listen. How he socks them off the peas. You bet Gene's a Wheaties champ. Been eating them since he was seven. A He-Man breakfast for champs and gonna-be champs. Why, there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties place. Now to continue. For weeks later and Shorty rolled through the Gold-Bearing Mountains. Avoiding towns and settlements, they played on men who worked alone and stole small hordes of gold that had been painstakingly dug from the ground or panned from the streams. Then one night while riding through a wooded valley, they saw a campfire. As the gunmen approached the campfire, they saw an Indian seated on the ground and a fine pink horse tethered nearby. They didn't suspect that the Indian was Toto, the friend of the lone ranger. Shorty, even if the engine doesn't have cash or gold, that horse is worth taking. Yeah, it's better than mine. You're gun-ready? Yeah, ready. Freeze! In your cover. On your feet. Nice your hands. Uh-huh. What you want? We're gonna borrow your horse. Keep your hands high. Take his gun, Shorty. Right. Hold it, sir. Stop your gun. Not a chance. Two shots fired by the lone ranger from among the trees brought howls of pain from the startled outlaws. One bullet struck Shorty's gun and sent it flying from his hand. Another bullet grazed Cal's knuckles and he dropped the silver coat. If you want more action, pick up your gun and we'll repeat the action. He's mad. I know. You're wrong. I'm not a crook. Pick up the gun, subtle. Uh-huh. Where'd you come from? I was right here in camp when my horse let us know that someone was coming. I let my horse away from the clearing. Well, isn't it darsis to see who you were and what you wanted? Well, listen, mister, we didn't mean no harm. My horse went lame. We just wanted to borrow him. Yes, sir. Sutter, you look at this gun. Me watch these two. What about the gun? You look, you see. A masked man could hardly believe his eyes when he saw a duplicate of his own revolvers holding the code closer to the firelight. He read the inscription. Oh, my good friend, Gerald Payne. Some Colonel's Formule Colt. Are you Gerald Payne? Oh, yeah. Yeah, that's right. Is this man your partner? Well, sure, he's my partner. Then you're Brett Miller. Brett Miller? Why do you say that? How do you know? I saw your mind tunnel on the south side of Mount Misty. Ah. Oh, you did? Yes. You too. When's he lucky? Lucky, huh? Ah. We hear talk how Payne Miller find gold in old tunnels. With a rich vein like that, why did you try to steal a horse? Ah, we didn't mean to steal it. We just wanted to borrow it. Like I said, my horse went lame. So we wanted to make a deal with the engine. That gun boy? Ah, we weren't going to shoot. We drew guns so he wouldn't shoot up or we could talk. Yeah, that's right. We didn't know but what the engine was an outlaw. We'd have been glad to pay for the horse. All right. I'll take your word for it. Where are your horses? Over that way. You can let us go? Yes. The inscription on your gun is the finest recommendation a man can have. Uh-huh. Well, what about my gun? Here it is, Payne. We'll be watching you, so don't try any tricks with it. I'm hearing your gun. Oh. That bullet smashed it. You're lucky it's a gun that's broken. I should easily have broken your arm. You believe me, huh? Come on, partner. The long ranger and tottle followed on foot for a short distance. Then waited in the dark woods until they heard the two men right away. Yeah, yeah. Neither of those horses tell them, Lane Tottle. That's right. You think them men tell lies? Yes. I think they're intended to steal scouts. Me think same. I don't understand it. Colonel Cole wouldn't present a gun like that to a man who's capable of telling lies and stealing a gun. Ah. And what we do? That's good as a pain in the mind. I want to learn more about those men. Ah. We break camp? We might as well. There's no reason for us to return here. Let me start packing here. Good. Cal Flater and Shorty held their horses to a steady pace for about half an hour. When they were some distance from the woods, Cal signaled the hold. Ho, ho, ho! Shorty. You hear what that masked man said. How could I miss it? You better knock me over with a feather when he called me breath, Millie. You're giving yourself away if I hadn't cut in on the conversation. I didn't know what to say. Miller and Mrs. Paine must be partners. I told you, Cal, that Miller took the widow and her son with him when he left Paine Joe. Yeah. And now they've struck it rich. Shorty, we're going to get that gold claim. You must be local. How can we get away with stealing a gold claim? We couldn't register the title or anything? Who said anything about stealing it? It's going to be signed over to us. At that moment, a lone ranger untaught her with her camp gear packed, mounted their horses. He's in the beginning. He's got him deep a lot. Monster! Monster! Later that night, Flater and Shorty made a stealthy advance across the flat top of Miller and Paine Joe. Shorty made a stealthy advance across the flat top of Mount Missy. Their attention was focused on two lighted windows of the Lord Cabin. I see, Brett Miller. So do I. Right, and the others are in the cabin with him. They do for a big surprise. Inside the snug cabin, Brett Miller and Nancy sat in the living room. They spoke in low voices, so as not to disturb Sam or Brett's mother, sleeping in tiny bedrooms. And Nancy, a boy like Sam, needs a father. I know I can never take Gerald's place, but... Oh, no, we got the cover. Cal, Flater. Howdy, Brett. Flater. That's the name of the man who... That's right, Nancy. He killed Gerald. Don't move your hands, Brett. We don't want to do any shooting unless you force us to. What do you want? We're here on business, Brett. See if you've got a gun, Shorty. I haven't. I'll make sure. Keep your hands on the table. Mom, what? Gun? Hold it, kid. Stand still. Sammy, why did you leave your room? Mom, that man's got dad's silver six-gun. You got good eyes, kid. Now, come here and sit down right there next to your mouth so we can watch all three of you. Do what he says, Sammy. Mrs. Payne, we're here on business. We heard about the claim you and Miller owned. We want to buy it. It isn't for sale. And if it were, we'd certainly not deal with you. Oh, I think you'll sell if the price is right. No, not for any amount of money. We're not talking money. We're talking lies. Lies. The life of your mother, Brett, and of your son, Mrs. Payne. Why, you little... They're down. Whoa. He slapped Brett. Shut up and sit still. We can be just as rough as necessary, Brett. Now, you get back to the subject. We leave here tonight with all the papers, showing ownership of the claim signed over to us, or... Or why was that? The Masked Man, shoot him! Ow! Ow! Tottle fired through the window as the Lone Ranger's gun spoke from the doorway. Flaters struck on the shoulder, staggered back then fell. Shorty's gun arm was smashed by a bullet and the fight was over. Oh, my arm. My arm's broken. My shoulder. I'm hurt bad. We'll attend to your wounds after we've tied you. I'll give you a hand with those crooks. Oh, mister, that gun. It belonged to my dad. I know it, Sam. I don't know how, but that murderer got it. Do you, Brett? No, Nancy. I sold it to Pop Janks, as I told you. How did you get the guns, Flater? I... I brought it from Pop Janks. That's a lie. Pop Janks promised me he'd never sell that gun. And I know he'd keep his word. Flater, did you steal it from Janks? I just... The truth. All right, I stole it. They seem to have returned it to us. Here, Sam. You take it. Oh, my God. We'll return the money Pop Janks paid for it. Take good care of it, Sam. And remember this. A fine gun properly directed may be a powerful force for law and peace. But improperly directed, it becomes an instrument of evil and destruction. I'll remember. Where did you hear that? Samuel Colt said it when he gave me the guns I wear. What? What do we do with these crooks? Hold them here. Colt will help guard them while I ride to the nearest town and get lawmen to take charge of them. I'll be back by daybreak. Colt, all of us owe our lives to you and your mass friends. After what you tell about crooks, we glad to catch them. I'd like to know the identity of your friends. You not know? No. I know. You do, Nancy? Yes. Who's the man for whom Sam Colt made special guns? Guns like the one he made for my dad. The man whose guns are a force for law and peace. He's the Lone Ranger. A copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer of Fred Boy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.