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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, Tonto, 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 before I'm Silver! Stella Bender owned the Rock Hill Cafe, and she ran it with a heavy hand. Stella was as tough as any man, and just as quick with a gun. One day in her office at the cafe, she was talking to two of her hired men. Jack, I sent for you and Wes because there's something important I have to talk over with you. Sure, Stella. What's on your mind? We thought it must be important since you had us come here to the cafe. My brother Frank smuggled out a letter from prison. I'll read it to you, listen. Dear Stella, I'm getting out of here in a few days. My sentence was shortened because of good behavior. I'll head for your place and should get there sometime Monday. Well, that's today, eh? Yeah. Well, he goes on to say, While in prison I met an hombre who was with your husband's gang. He gave me a line on the man to blame for the gang's capture, and for the hanging of your husband's text. When I arrived, we'll make plans for pulling a few jobs and forgetting the hombre I heard about. Be seeing you, Frank. You've waited a long time to find out who sent your husband to the gallows. I sure have, Wes. I swore I'd get even if I ever found out who it was. When Frank gets here, I'll know for sure. Well, I'm glad Frank's coming. We need another good gunslinger. We're getting rusty sitting around, and all of us could use some ready cash. All right. I still could. Frank, we were just talking about you. Meet two of my gang, Jack and Wes. Hi, Jack. It's sure good to see you again, Frank. Sit down and be comfortable. It's good to be free again. Prison life is pretty tough. Yeah, I reckon it is. I just read your letter to the boys, Frank. I'm anxious to know who the hombre is that sent text to the gallows. His real name doesn't matter. He's a tall hombre who wears a black mask, rides a big white stallion, and is known as the Lone Ranger. So it was a no good owl who... Hold on. That isn't right. The hombre I mentioned isn't an outlaw. I understand he has an Indian friend who rides with him. Indian rides a paint horse. Now all we gotta do is to locate that masked hombre and the Indian. Maybe we can make them come to us. How? I was told the Lone Ranger and his Indian friend head for any place where an outlaw gang is very active. Well... Look still. They'll join with the gang. They pull a lot of jobs one after the other, like wrestling a few cattle, stopping a stage, even holding up your own cafe some night. The news will spread and those two hombres, most likely, will come snooping down here to trail the gang. Hmm. Maybe it'll work. From now on, those two hombres are marked for death. And I won't give up until they're done for it. Where does the rest of the gang hang out? We bought a small farm in Jack's name. They stay out there. Nobody connects me with them. Now let's get our horses and leave by the back way for the farm so we can make plans. During the next two weeks, things began to happen in the vicinity of Rock Hill. The gang struck time and time again. The first job was stealing cattle one night from a nearby ranch. A loony call-hand was riding the rain. Hey, what's the hold? Hold, boy. Hold it. May I start, Lord? Sure. Just as you say. I keep in cover, man. I'll take your guns. Now I'll use it like this. He's knocked out. Now let's get some of those cattle. You know that? Two days later, an express stage was held up. Come on. Hopefully Moses will hold up. Hold! Hold! Hold it! I'll get the money box while we keep covered, West. All right, Kenny, toss it out in that money box. Sure. Sure. All right, driver, get that stage out of here probably before we plug you. Yes, sir. And it was only a few days after that when Stella's own cafe was raided. Best out hoot! You're all covered. Keep reaching the line up over the other side. Hurry up about it. Several days later, in response to a message from their friend, the Padre, whose mission wasn't far from Rock Hill, the Lone Ranger and Tuttle rode the trail toward the vicinity where the gang was operating. The Lone Ranger was saying, According to the Padre, Tuttle, now that Lone Gang has been very active around Rock Hill. We're not far from Rock Hill, now he must have been. It's time we picked a campsite. Your eyes open for suitable spot. I don't know. Fix it in disguise and we'll go into town. You may be able to find out something there. All right, let's hurry. That evening, the Lone Ranger carefully disguised his features so that he could go into town without his mask. Then he and Tuttle left the camp. They left their horses in a grove and went to the cafe. The Lone Ranger, who now might pass for an ordinary cowpoke, sat alone at one of the tables having coffee. Tuttle stood at the back of the cafe in the shadows. The Lone Ranger looked up as a figure stopped at his table, then sat down. Evening, stranger. Haven't seen you around town before. Nope, who reckoned you had one, ma'am? Just come to Rock Hill? Yes, right. Just sort of drifting through, you might say. Just another saddle tramp seemed like... He got cash to pay for what you ordered in here, haven't you? This ought to pay for the little I'll order in here. $20 gold piece. Say, you haven't held up a bank, have you, mister? Not recently. Say, who are you, a lady's chef? That's a good one. Nope, I'm still a vendor. I own this cafe. Well, now that's sure something. Now, let me give you a tip, stranger. The sheriff here in Rock Hill is kind of suspicious of newcomers these days. Outlaws have been raising a ruckus here about lately. Thanks for telling me. I'll just keep out of the sheriff's way so as not to upset him. Hey, you all right? Tell me something. Since you get around the territory a lot, have you ever come across a masked Andre riding a white stallion and an Indian riding a plate? Come to think of it, I do know about those two hombres, ma'am. Of course, I never came face to face with a masked man you speak of. Maybe it's a good thing you didn't. That is, if you are slightly outside the law. I might say I've had word at times that one sheriff or another was hacking from our company. What you just said gives me an idea, mister. Come on into my office a few minutes. Just as you say, Miss Bender. I'm Mrs. Bender, a widow. Let's get going. As Stella and Malone Ranger disguised as a cowpoke walk toward her office, Tatl catching a signal from Malone Ranger turned and eased off the back door. Stella opened the office door. Go on in. Thanks. What's your name, stranger? You might just call me Tex. Tex? That was my husband's name. How would you like an easy job, Tex? Doing what, Mrs. Bender? Just roaming around and keeping your eyes open. You mean you're going to pay me for doing only that? Yeah, and I'll pay you well. What am I supposed to see while I'm a-looking? Right around the vicinity every day, I stick around the cafe at night. And the minute you see a master, I'm wearing a white stallion and an Indian on a paint, let me know, Pronto. Why are you interested in them? Tex, I'll tell you only this much. That masked man and Indian are both marked for death. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. Take champions down south. They sure enough know about Wheaties. The Southlands' favorite Wheaties fan is Museal, known as Stan the Man. Because when he swings his muddy bat, he nearly knocks that baseball flat. Another Southland pride and joy is Bobby Lane, a Wheaties boy. Because when he starts to turn on steam, he's sure a one-man football team. Just ask Stan Museal or Bobby Lane. They know the secret of Wheaties' energy. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' plate. Wheaties, breakfast of champions. Keep party to your Wheaties and you do, do, do, and I'll take the whole game. Now, to continue, leaving Stella's office, the Lone Ranger met Pronto in the shadows outside. Why are you going office, Kimuseli? The woman who owns the cafe gave me a job, Pronto. Very unusual job at that. What kind of job? And they keep my eyes open for two men who are marked for death. A masked man and an Indian. That mean us. That plenty good job, right? That mean us, Andy. And here's the lie. I'm going to find out. I'll have to work alone, Pronto. They mustn't be seen together. We'll go to the grove and get the horses and we'll separate them. The two men walked in silence to the grove on the edge of town where they had left Silver in scout as they approached the horses. Pronto, I've been thinking. First, if I ride Silver, I'll leave him hitched in town. Someone may recognize him. Map right. You come to camp. We use berry juice and make brown patches on Silver. Then him look like paint. Berry juice come off easy with water. Good. That's what we do. Let's get started for camp right now. Later, I'll tell you what else I have in mind. Easy. Easy scout, easy scout. One, two, three. By the light of a blazing campfire, the lone ranger and Pronto worked on Silver until they were completely satisfied with the results. Now no one knows. Let's see, make plenty close look. I think you'll get by all right. What else do you think about Kimusavi? Just this. I'll go back and be seen around the café for a while tonight. Tomorrow I'll meet you here again. Then good. Then tomorrow afternoon I'll take you back with me, Pronto. And take you in the sea still a bender. With my gun at your back. And I'll tell her I captured you. The masked man got away. Good idea. And we find out why I want a lone ranger and Pronto. Later Stella and her brother Frank sat at a table in the café. Stella pointed as a man entered. That's the hombre I was telling you about, Frank. Makes you sure you can trust him. I didn't tell him anything. If he locates the masked man in Indian and reports it to me, then I might let him meet the gang. Hey, Tex, come here. Sit down, Tex. Thanks. Meet my brother Frank. Howdy, Tex. Howdy, Frank. Where you been? I expected to see you around here. Oh, I would just get out and around outside in case those ombreds you mentioned were snooping in towns. You locate them. We'll do the rest. I'll do my best, man. That's all I ask you to do. No use you hanging around any longer if you don't want it, Tex. See you in the morning. Good night. After leaving the café, the manager made sure he wasn't watched. Then he took a piece of paper and a pencil from his pocket and hastily wrote a note. He wrapped the note around a silver bullet. Then went to the sheriff's office and entered. Well, stranger, what can I do for you? Howdy, sheriff. I was asked to bring this note to you. Yeah, let's see. Hmm, bullet wrapped inside. Hey, what is this? What? Hold on. This is a silver bullet. Oh, great day. Let's see what the note says. Dear sheriff, my Indian friend and I shall be in the office at the café at two o'clock tomorrow. I'd appreciate having you watch the place. And if Mrs. Bender should leave there with either Tondo or myself, or both, I suggest you and your deputies follow. The result may be surprising. You know who sent that note? Of course I do. I thought I might hear from that masked man. He's the hombre who sent you, isn't he? Yeah, he sure is, sheriff. How come he trusts you so much, mister? Ragnus, because I've known him a long time. Well, better be going now, so long, sheriff. The next day, a little before two, the lone ranger in his disguise as a cowpoke entered Stella's office. He was holding a gun on Tondo. He found the Indian and no trick, savvy. Me, savvy. He did bring one of them. Here, I'll take his gun. Ragnus is one of the hombres you wanted. Found him camping out of ways. The masked man wasn't around. Anyway, we got the Indian. Yeah, and the masked man will follow his trail and we'll have a trap waiting for him. My horses saddle our back and so is yours, Frank. We'll take the Indian up to the farm right now. Ragnon better come along if there's a chance for a good fight, man. I want to be here on the finish. All right, Tex, you can come along. Let's get going. Come on. About half an hour later, Stella and Frank, with a lone ranger in disguise and taught who was a prisoner, arrived at the farm and entered the bunkhouse. Holy smoke, you got the Indian, didn't you? Yep, thanks to our new member Tex. Need Tex, boys. Howdy, fellas. Well, let's stop Jabber and decide what to do with the Indian. Tie him up until we get our hands on that lone ranger. Hey, let me tie him, ma'am. I'll fix him up plenty tight. All right, go ahead, Tex. Bring over some cord, Wes. All right. Here it is. Thanks. Even covered, Frank. I'll have him tied in a jiffy. Quickly and with seemingly hard effort, the lone ranger tied Tatto's hands behind his back. But unknown to the others, using a slipknot that could be easily loosened when necessary, then placing Tatto on a bunk, the lone ranger tied his friends feet the same way. Yeah, that Indian is well taken care of. Good. Now we'll just relax and wait for the mask man to show up. About half an hour later, a sudden storm broke, and for a short time rain fell heavily. Yeah, this rain will wash away our trail still. Yeah. After the rain lets up, Tex will have to take us to where he found the Indians. We ought to find the mask man there. Get rid of the Indian now. Then plug the mask man, we'll be finding him. Sounds like the storm's almost over now. The rain will be stopping. Good. Open the front door, Frank, and let the man here stop you. All right. Hey, Stel, come here. What's the matter, Frank? As Stella walked to the door, the others followed, including the lone ranger. Frank pointed at the waiting horses and spoke. Look at the horse, Tex was riding. You see what I see? The lone ranger looked over their shoulders quickly. He knew things were coming to a head, for the heavy rain had washed the markings off silver. The spotted horse, Tex was riding, has turned into a white stallion. Yeah, just like the lone ranger uses. As the outlaws swung around with guns drawn, the lone ranger's guns flashed into his hands. Hey, he's different already. He is the lone ranger. We'll gun him in the Indian right now. Give it to them. Oh, my wrist. He creased my wrist. Why that yellow double crossing, no good coyote shooting at a woman? You're a killer along with the rest. Don't let that sneak and protest scare you gun him. You're five days one. While the lone ranger was giving attention to Stella, the others had spread out. He realized he and Toto were on the spot, but he was determined to go down fighting. All together, boys, throw that horse. Hey, what? Hey, the sheriff is behind us in the doorway. He's got his men with him. We're between two fires now. The lone ranger in front and the sheriff behind us. That's right. Sheriff, get that hombre. He and the Indian are outlaws. I said drop those guns. You heard what the sheriff said. I don't know what this is all about. They'll offend you as leader of this outlaw gang, Sheriff. We're looking around in here and noticing an express company money box under that bunk over there. I'll go look. It's fun to hear this, Sheriff. Must be the one taking from the stage last week. I've heard enough. Let's get him back to town, man. Take Stella and her brother with him. We'll learn a lot more before we're through. They're coming without your mask and calling yourself ticked while you're brawled all over the place. I could rip you to pieces gladly. Sorry, man. You won't have that pleasure. I'll come to collect my wages some day for completing that easy job you gave me. I did bring in the armbars you wanted, you know. I did bring in the armbars you wanted, you know. Hello. Have you slept out of those cords? Are you ready to go? You got gun back. Whether I get out of this mess or not, I got friends who will hunt you down again. I'd be glad to meet your friends and send them to join you, Stella. Sheriff Tottenham, I'll go from here to the main trail. We're heading south. And again, thanks for following the suggestion in my note. You've arrived just in time. Well, thanks to you and the Indian for tricking Stella and the others. Seems like a woman is even slicker than a man when it comes to being outside the law. Howdy-o, sir. Oh, gosh, Sheriff. You didn't tell me who that armbar is. Oh, what's the matter with ya? Haven't you ever heard of the Lone Ranger? Open the house! Open the house! Open the house! Righted 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, Brent Boyd. Your announcer, Brent Boyd. Your announcer, Brent Boyd. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.