 A horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a ha-ha-ha-yo silver! The lone ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the ready-to-eat oat cereal that gives you go-power, and wheaties the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! Sailor Sam is the smartest boy, whoever shouted Shibahai, he can weather any storm that blows. He's got go-power from Cheerios, yes, he's got go-power, there he goes! He's feeling his Cheerios, Cheerios, Cheerios! Good ol' Cheerios, they got go! So nourishing, cause they're made from oats, with minerals, vitamins, and proteins that your body needs. Yes, indeed, a bowl of Cheerios and milk really starts your day off right, does all sorts of good things for your body, helps you have strong bones and muscles, good red blood, and healthy nerves. So every morning, take on a bowl of Cheerios and milk for real go-power. You like that wonderful toasted oat flavor too, downright delicious! Come to think of it, Cheerios is one of the tastiest muscle-building foods you can eat. Try Cheerios and you'll hear... He's feeling his Cheerios! With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful masquerider of the planes 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, Lone Silver! Let's go, big fella! I'm SILVER! Late that night in the smoke hills, the Lone Ranger and Toto were riding to a campsite, when the masked man, peering upward into the distance, stopped. Hold up, hold up, hold up! Look up the sky, Toto, near the ridge. Uh, sky, plenty red, look like fire, maybe forest fire. Toto, listen, you hear that? Kimusabi, that bad sound come from drums. Drum sound for war dance! War dance, Toto? But all the tribes are at peace now. Oh, them play for war dance. Redden sky from fire, let go with dance. Come on, Toto, we better ride to where they're gathered. We must learn what's going on there. Come on, Toto, let's scout! The Lone Ranger and Toto had ridden to the top of the ridge. He said enough. They just mounted and walked through the brush to a spot where they could look down on the startlingly vivid scene below. An Indian camp was spread out before them. At the end of the encampment, a giant bonfire blazed. Indians and glistening grease and war paint danced in a frenzy around the fire while a seemingly endless circle of tribesmen encouraged them with chants and yells as the drums increased in fury. You see, Kimusabi, they make war dance. Dance mean them a taxon. Those men in the green and white paint, but they belong to the tribe of Big Moose Bear? Yes, Kimusabi. It is a very grave, Toto. It is the tribe that has arranged to sell a part of its territory to the government. Why should they suddenly prepare for war? Me, not no Kimusabi. We'll have to know, Toto. There must be more than a thousand Indians. Many more. You should be able to make your way down there and join the circle around the dancers. Uh, me, fix them clothes and face. Good. Learn what has caused this to happen and who it is they intend to attack. I'll wait for you until you return. And me, go, Kimusabi. The first traces of dawn were streaking the eastern sky when Toto returned to the Lone Ranger. Plenty of bad Kimusabi. Them get ready attack wagon train this morning. Me learn that and where them attack. What wagon train is that, Toto? Do you know? Wagon train come with soldiers. Chiefs say soldiers bring many guns, kill Indians. That couldn't be true, Toto. Someone has lied to them. Thousand, two thousand Indians ride from Eagle Rock, kill soldiers and people in wagon train when them pass. We must prevent this. Toto, you know the back roads to Fort Shannon? Yes, Kimusabi. Oh, a half day ride to Fort Shannon, even when we take back trails. Yes, I know, but you're going there. Take this silver bullet to Colonel Thomas. Tell him what you've learned. What you do, Kimusabi? I'm going to ride out along the trail from Eagle Rock, stop the wagon train from passing there. If I can lead it to the old bunk house, perhaps we'll have a chance to hold off the Indians so you bring help. It's a long chance, yet we'll have to take it. Me go then, Kimusabi. Get him up, scout! He's in the big club. Over old fellow, we have a big job on our hands. Come on, silver! The wagon train from Independence passed through the prairie country onto the trail that would take it past Eagle Rock and the smoke hills. The troop of cavalry riding with the covered wagons and the single-stage boats slowed to a stop as five riders came galloping from the opposite direction, signaling a halt. Hey, Tex, it's the advance guard. Four of them. Another fellow, not a soldier. What's this all about? Galloping back just when he was beginning to make time. Hey, Tex, look at that umbra with the soldiers. Oh, glories wear a mask. It's a nice horse he's got. Tex, where's Captain Mumford? Oh, oh, easy, boy. Here I am. Colby, what's wrong? Who is this man? He says... Captain Mumford's eyes narrowed as the masked rider rode his white horse close to the officers. But those eyes opened with evident interest as they glanced at the silver bullet in the man's hand and widened more as the lone ranger finished his story. The latter started to make a broad gesture toward the top of a hill a quarter of a mile away and stopped suddenly. He reached for his field glasses, gazed through them for a second and then handed them to the Captain. If you have any doubt that I speak the truth, Captain, look through these glasses at the top of that hill. Thank you, I'll do that. Hmm. Stranger, I was prepared to question your word, but I can't now. You're right. Those Indians are more regular. That's Milius' cutting band we see up there, Captain. Yes. The main body can't be far behind, though. And that means we can't stop here. Captain, if you can make it, you may find safety in the old Territorial Fort... Now, wait, wait, Stranger. Yes? I'm not familiar with this country, but I do know the government gave up the Territorial Fort when Fort Shandong was built. Yes, but it's still standing. Blockhouse and stockade. There's a trail that leads toward back a mile or so. If you'll order your troops to turn around, Captain, I'll lead them there. It'll be hard riding, but I think it's your only chance. You're right. Have you heard what we've been saying? Yes, Captain. And get your horses turned and prepare to gallop them every inch of the road. Yes, Captain. All right, the rest of you, follow me. Ready, Captain? Yes, Captain. The Indian scouts she is turning. They're right back to the main band now and be after us in a short time. We'll worry about that part. You lead the way. All right, Captain. Come on! From the ram bush at Eagle Rock, with a hard riding wagon train, reached the entrance to the old Territorial Fort before the pursuing red men came within firing distance. The Indian bullets fell shorter the wagons and riders. As led by the Lone Ranger, they pondered through the gates of the stockade that surrounded the deserted but still sturdy Territorial Fort. The Lone Ranger leaped from his horse in front of the blockhouse. As Captain Mumford rode up beside them, Captain, we may be able to hold them off here, but even with this blockhouse and stockade, it's going to be a job. You're right. Men, follow those gates and follow them! Follow the gates in the back, too! Captain! Take your places as ordered! The Indians are coming, Captain. The riding closed. I can't get my coach and horses in this table. It's crowded. What do we do with the money and the baggage compartment? Leave it. It's safe enough there for the time being. Captain! I'm coming, Captain! What about you, Turkey? Don't wait for me, Coleman. Turkey, get inside the blockhouse now. Yes, sir. I'll go inside. Great help. He is at a time like this. Who is it, men, Captain? The place is familiar. The Indians are closing in. All right, men! Don't waste this job! Give it to them! Fire! We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in no moment. All over the country, we'll get back in direction. How you, how you do it is a question. And here, follow the path that the people have to make. Even though we need them. We'll do it all the way. Oh, we need them. We'll do it all the way. Oh, we need them. Sure enough, take Midwestern champions for instance. When Bobby Feller takes the mound, the outfield boys sit on the ground. That wheaty's pitching leaves them there, watching fatters fan the air. And when we name our Wheaties crew, Big Ted Pazuski's in there too. He'll face those earners day or night and knock their fastballs out of sight. Bob Feller and Ted Pazuski both know that Wheaties magic. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties place. Wheaties, breakfast of champions. Big party to the world. Wheaties, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do, they do. What is it, Tex? Well, outside, Captain. Lieutenant just took in three men, sir. You want you to see them. Three men? Who are they? Where do they come from? They're two whites and an Indian, Captain. Riding up this way from down Texas. They say they run into an engine patrol in the hills and was chased most of the night. They come riding right up to the Stockgate gate. We almost let them have it, uh, Almost. Lucky there was enough light to see they weren't Indians in war dress. They're lying over in the stable, Captain. They're sort of a scout for the party, all right? You'd better come and learn about them yourself, Captain. All right. The lone ranger accompanied Captain Mumford and the two men to the stable. Croke, Lucky and Joe had torn their clothes, dirtied their hands and faces, and were in a pretended state of exhaustion. We, we were Lucky, Captain. We almost ran into a whole camp of Redskins up there in the hills. And then we seen the fire burning down here in the yard. Give me some water. I have some water here in my canteen. Go ahead. Oh, it's you, Dirk. Yes, shall I? Yes, yes, go ahead. Give them in some water. Here you are, sir. What about the other two? They're all knocked out. Look at them. We didn't get the time to camp last night. Haven't slept in two days. You'd better grab a few winks, then. We'll be needing you and your partners before long, unless I miss my guests. Captain, we'll be ready. I'll leave you alone in here, then. Captain, I'll stay here with the men, if you like. Perhaps they'll be... All right, all right, stay in here. We'd better get our men up at the stockades to leave the guards. Tex, wake up whatever drivers are resting. Yes, Captain. I don't think any of them's asleep. Come on, come on. You've been our greatest help, sir. Is there anything you wish to suggest before I start giving orders to my men? No, Captain. Only to be on the alert every second. There's something strange about this attack and about what's going on around here. What do you mean by that? You're carrying merchandise for the settlements in your wagons, I know. But what about that money I've heard you mention? Where is it? The baggage compartment of the stage. Why? It may not be connected in any way with this attack we're under, but there's a new danger inside this stockade. I've seen a face I think I recognize. There is a bandit with us. You can spare a few men. Stay in the background with me. 20 minutes passed before Croke Harvey touched Lucky Gilmer and Pony Joe on the shoulders. All right, you two, the act's finished. It's time to get going. I just come from outside. The eyes closed with heart. They weren't for our story, huh? Yeah, I told you they would. You ready, Joe? Sure. We start fighting now. Give signal for attack. No, not yet. When do we know the road's clear to drive the stage out the back way? Yeah, and the horses are in harness too, huh? All the soldiers up front watching out for the engine. Where, boss? He's up for the stage. Better to take off with this. I just left him there. Come along, Lucky. Joe, I'll yell in that window over there for you to start the fire to bring the engines down. Yeah, I wait. You'll wait a long time, Pony Joe. Oh, you don't wait for that gun. Oh, hold this arm, that man. Give me that gun engine. No, shoot. Here, gun. You stand back and stall here what we say. Yes, Joe. But after I told Captain Mumford I recognized you and Lucky Gilman and Crow Carby. You escaped from Texas, didn't you? You better tell us everything, Pony Joe. We heard enough chests, not as expected. Stop! Ah! Holy shot! Someone shot the Indian. It came from that open window. I'm going out there, Captain. The Lone Ranger gun in hand, sprinted from the stable. The corporal had run towards the side of the building from which the shot had been fired. At that moment from the back gate, three shots rang out. The Lone Ranger ran to the back and arrived at the stagecoach first. Three figures lay sprawled on the ground in the faint light of the fading stars. Another man stood over them with gun in hand. He was stage passenger Jim Coleman and he turned as he heard the Lone Ranger. I got them the dirty, money-stealing killers. I got them just as they tried to get into the coach. Coleman, you shot Harvey and Gilmer? You know who they are, huh? Yes, I heard them plotting at the stable window. I shot them and their boss. Their boss? Yeah. Look at him there on the ground beside him. Elmer Ducky, he called himself. Pretending to be a namby-pamby. And all the time it was him who planned having the engines attack the train while him and his men got away with that $100,000 in the stagecoach. What were the shots for those men on the ground? I heard the shots out here. What's happened? I'll tell you in a minute, Captain, when this man finishes, go on, Coleman. What else? I heard them planning to light a signal to bring the engines down for an attack like they planned with the Redskins. Then when I knew they took the bar off the back gate, I ran over here and put it on again. You know who shot Pony Joe? Yeah, Ducky, the snake, killed him because he thought the engine would squeal. Then he ran here to the stagecoach. And him and the other two started to drive out when they saw the bar was over the gate. They got out, but I heard them covered. They drew for the guns, but I got them first. I shot them dead, and I'm glad. One of them's not dead. He's moving. It's a fellow Ducky. Ducky? Why, that's... Oh, my arm! You shot Coleman! Yes, Captain, before he could kill Ducky, he wants Ducky dead because Ducky is a United States Marshal. What? That Namby Pamby is a... George Whitley, United States Marshal from the Southwest. I told you today his face looked familiar. Now I place him. He must have been following this Coleman here knowing he was up to somebody. Why did you let me tell my story just now? Because I realized suddenly you were the boss of whom you were speaking. You killed Joe because you thought he'd expose you. You ran here to get away with the money and the coach. You saw Ducky holding your pals croak and lucky. Isn't that right? You must have seen it happen. You shot Ducky, or Whitley. And then when you saw it was too late to make a getaway, you killed your partners because they might squeal on you, too. Then you made yourself the hero of the lying story. Dead, dirty, murdering, scuck, let's get a roll. Now you don't take it. Corporal, get the doctor and have him attend, Ducky. The man must be saved. Yes, Captain. Private Sprady and Loftus. Take Coleman into the blockhouse. I want to talk to him before the Indians attack. Coleman, afraid of death and pleading for his life, told the whole sorted plan for using the Indians and his attempt to steal the money meant for them. And you turned in the wagon train before he got the Eagle Rock was all that kept us from getting the money. There's a masked man who wanders. Coleman of all the cold-blooded outrageous plans I've ever heard you... What is the text? The Indians attacking? No, no, they're still up moving. It's in the west, though. Clouds of dust against the sky. It's either a stampede or a herd of horses coming. After this, the soldiers from Fort Shannon I must get them and stop them from fighting with the Indians. I must get to the Indians. Captain, is that man off his head? What do they mean? Joe's Indians' texts have been lied to. We don't want to fight them, nor will they want to fight us when they hear what that man has told us. Is that the truth, Captain? You mean it. What danger does he have? Hurry! Dog, go on the mask, man. Listen. Hold still there! He's riding away. Going out of here. You hear him? A lone ranger got to the troops from Fort Shannon before they made contact with the Indians on the hill. The soldiers stopped as the masked man called Colonel Thomas and spoke earnestly. A few minutes later, he and Tato, who had been with the troops, galloped off to the hills. Move him out! Colonel Thomas gave orders. Men, dismount. At ease. We've sent emissaries to the Indians. It looks as if there'll be no battle after all. Tato had used the signs of peace to get to the Indian chiefs without danger. He and the lone ranger, speaking an Indian language, told their story. When the lone ranger concluded, Chief Big Moose Bear spoke. Honey Joe lie. What you say is bad thing. Engine glad signal for more fight not come. Me believe what you say. Scouts say soldiers rest and not make ready for fight. We go talk with soldier chiefs now. The sun was high in the sky when the meeting between the Indian and Army chiefs ended. Big Moose Bear looked at the money on the table and grunted. Me know now, white man tell truth. We go back to reservation when we sign papers to get money like promised. We've had casualties Captain Mumford and the dead have been the villains. It could have been so much worse. A terrible tragedy. Yes, thanks to the masked man all this has been averted. Oh where is he by the way? He left just a few minutes ago Captain. Him and the engine. They sure saved everything didn't they? But who was the masked one? Boy, Tex, you didn't know him? Bet even the chief knows. Ah, me know. Him great friend of Indian. Him lone ranger. 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