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On the back, you'll find another paper game board with lots of important information every American Airlines pilot must know. So how about it? You be the pilot! Get your complete American Airlines air travel game today, free in Cheerios! Look for the special Cheerios package with a flying airplane on front. Supplies are limited, so hurry! Ask for Cheerios today, the ready-to-eat oat cereal that gives you go power! With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful mask writer 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 a thundering hoof beats of the great horse, Silver! The lone ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! Let's go, big fella! I'm Silver! Hello! Bib and Cliff Dalton, ages 9 and 11, sat on the ground near the barn of their widowed mother's small ranch. Both boys wore wrapped expressions as they listened to their grandfather, Zeb Coleman, recount another of his lurid adventures. Bib, however, was taking time out to study the soul of his foot, a foot from which he had just removed to make shift bandage. And here I was, one white man, again a hundred redskins. Oh, here comes your mother, boys. Bib, Cliff, are you going to waste all morning out here listening to your grandfather? It's almost eight o'clock. And you said an hour ago you were going into the hills and getting me some blackberries. Oh, yes, Mom, we're just going, weren't we, Cliff? Oh, this very minute, Mom. You see the pills by the geek. Come on, Bib! Daddy, I wish that...Bib isn't wearing his shoes and there's his foot bandage on the grass. Bib! Bib, do you hear him? I'm running around and the dirt will make his foot better quick than anything. Why, when I was a child... Dad, that's what I want to talk to you about. If Bib were here right now, you'd tell him the same thing. I'm trying to teach them discipline and to make them see things straight. And you, all the time... I know, I know. I'm making mavericks. I'm telling them big lies. Oh, I never said you told lies. It's only when you tell them those outrageous stories of yours. I want Bib and Cliff to have no illusions either about life or you. When they grow up, they'll have to face me. That morning, as Horace Finley, president of the LaGrange Bank, opened the bank safe. Two men, wearing handkerchiefs over the lower part of their faces, entered the rear door with guns drawn. All right, Bob, leave that safe open. Stand up and put your hands in the air. And shut up! Bookkeeper Alice Britton began to scream. I said shut up! Oh, you won't, eh? Well, here it is. How you...you've killed her. Dick Elliott, the bank teller, ran at the bandit. Good morning, scum. You shut up, too. You want the same pop? You want to die, too? Take the money and get out. Get out! That's just what we're going to do. Come on, be right with you. Pop, give us five minutes to get away. If you stick your head outside the door before then, you're a goner, too. Thanks for the money! Tottle, the Lone Rangers' Indian companion, was leaving the general's store at the end of the street when the bank robbers streaked by and headed for the hills. Back in the Lone Rangers' camp, Tottle told the story of the robbery and the murders. The masked man was grim. It's too bad you didn't go after them, Tottle. But we leave Scouton stable, no chance to get them. Whoever they were, they knew what they were doing. They had to know that few people would be on the streets of LaGrange at the time they held up the bank. It's evident they knew the routine and layout of the bank, also. Banker Finley, not no voices, when them talk. Tottle, you say the sheriff and his men are searching for the robbers in the hills? That's right, Kimosabi. Them ride off soon after Crooks go. They'll probably keep looking in the hills until they find them on their trail. Crooks have strong horses. And we know horses if we see them. Did you tell the sheriff that? Did you describe the horses? No, we not get chance. Sheriff and postage ride off quick. Then it's possible we can learn some things on our own. As a chance someone in the ranch is along the way may have seen them. Suppose we visit a few ranchers and ask questions. Cliff and Bibdalken had finished their very picking. But instead of going directly home, they went to their secret cave in the hills. The cave which no one had ever known but them, they thought. Better light that candle, Bibb. We'll explore back where the brook turns off, where we were last week. Warden Low and Eddie Leach, the bank bandits, had slowed down after their first mad rush from LaGrange. By back trails and roundabout ways, they had made their way to this, the cave, which they felt sure no one knew of but themselves. We leave the money here behind these rocks, Warden, changing our ranch clothes quick. Yeah, we got to get back these fence for anybody knows we're gone. Before Harley stops covering for us. We can figure this money in a week or so after the heat is off. At that moment, the lone ranger and Toto dismounted in front of the Dalton Ranch. Their old man sit over there by barn. Yes, that must be Zeb. I will talk to him. I never met the man. Zeb Coleman saw the two men walking through the grove of trees toward him. Get your hands up your garments, get them up. I got you. You're Zeb Coleman, aren't you? You're Dern Tugniam, so keep your hands up. You better do as he says, Toto. Is it this mask that has you obsessed? You're right, it's a mask. You bank robbing woman murdering jackals. The sheriff and his men were here. I heard all about you. I'll get the reward that's up for captioning you. Now wait. We don't think we're the men who robbed the bank, do you? If the sheriff was here, then you know neither of the hold up men was an Indian. Now, Toto, here... Uh, that's right. Say, what's your friend's name again? Say it. Toto. Oh, God. Now wait, wait. Where's your horse if you're who I think you are? Come down with a gate. If you look through the trees, you can see both our horses. I'll do it, but keep your hands up just the same now. Let me see here. Why, sure enough, there couldn't be but one white horse in the whole world like that one? Well, oh, doggone, get down your hands and pardon me for covering you like it did. Now, what can I do for you gentlemen, huh? You just name it an old Zeb Coleman or do it. But Zeb Coleman could tell a lone ranger nothing. A short time later, he and Toto rode away. Toto, it could be the sheriff and his men have located the bandits already. But as long as we've started this, we may as well continue. Oh, tell them. Let's go. The two bandits, M. Low and Leach, sat mounted on their horses. They were hidden by thick brush, but were able to see the trail beneath them for miles on end. They had left the cave a few minutes before, but now they were nervous. Look Eddie, as far as you can see, riders. They're holding to the trail and they're scarring the brush. Yeah, we can't go down there and even try to cross and learn anywhere along. What? What? What, right down here below, see? Of course, I mean a lot of them. Do you think they see us? No, they don't. They'd be heading up if they did. But Ward, we can't stay here. We'd better get back to the cave quick. Yeah. Come on, easy now. Back we go. Come on, big boy. We gotta get away from here. Bibb and Cliff Dalton had finished their exploration partway back in the cave when their candle had burned out. Now having taken longer than they should have, they hurried toward the place where they had entered. It was Cliff who saw the object behind the rocks. Bibb, look. There's a man over there behind the rock. Oh, I know. There can't be. We were just... Cliff. Somebody is here. Oh, golly. Hey, Bibb. That's not a man. You can see now. It's closed. You see all rolled up. But they were here when we went back, weren't they? Gosh, I don't know. I don't remember. Hey, you want to see what kind of clothes they are? Well, if there's nobody in them, yeah. Afraid but curious, the two boys made their way to the bundle behind the rock. Crumbling and ashen face, they unwrapped the bulky assortment of garments. And now in the core of the bandits' clothes, they came upon the cash box. Hey, Bibb. It's a box. A money box like dad used to have. Let's see if there's anything in it. Oh, golly. Sorry. Lots and lots of money. The excited boys were staring at the loot in the gray light of the cave. They neither heard the two men dismount outside nor did they see them enter. Gosh, Bibb, there's $100 bills. Hey, this must belong to Cooks. Somebody hid it here. You're right, sonny. Nobody did hide it there. He's putting a gun at us. He wouldn't be here. Shut up. Keep your mouth shut. Eddie, there are only kids. Come in here. Bring the horses in. Eddie Lee chanted the cave, bringing the horses with him. They found the loot. Here's the money. Yeah. We have to go home, Mr. Pleas. You'll go home all right when we let you go. Yeah. And if you don't keep quiet and do what we tell you to do, maybe you'll never go home again. But why? Because maybe we'll kill you. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. All over the country in every direction. All you do is a question. And here's one that happy people have to say. But we didn't plan to do, do, do an okay. Okay. Do an okay? You bet the champs in good old New York are. Listen, now in New York we wait for days to see a guy called Willie Mays because Wheaties keeps him leaping high to grab those line drives on the fly. And Yogi Berra's a Wheaties lad whose batting style makes pitchers sad. No matter how they throw the ball, that Yogi belts it through the wall. And look, both Willie Mays and Yogi Berra turn to Wheaties for extra energy because there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Wheaties, breakfast of champions. Keep party, do your Wheaties. And you do, do an okay? Okay. Now to continue. It was mid-afternoon when the lone ranger and total reached the B cross B ranch. They had entered a gate along the east fence of the vast grasslands. And they saw horsemen galloping toward them waving his arms and shouting. Oh, ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho. Hey, boy! What are you doing? Get your hands up. I'll reach for that gun. The rider obeyed sullenly. Now, let this mask deceive you. We're not outlaws. I'm merely here to ask some questions about two men some of your ranch hands may know about. Yeah? It's what you say. Who are the two men? Well, I'm not sure. They can only describe their horses. One ride, Big Bay. Other ride, Paint Horse. You mean Enlo and Leech? No, him seemed to know them. I said I didn't know them. Did they ride horses like I described? I keep those hands up. I'm not taking them down. Yeah, yeah, they ride horses like that. When I saw the engine's Paint Horse, I thought... He was, uh... ...or Enlo. He's the one with the paint. We're waiting for the two of them all day. They should be back. Should they? From where? When they left here, they took the back trail of Legrange. He must be somebody. Yes. That sound like the men we see in Legrange. Hello. Let's ride into the hills. Come on, let's go. Let's go. Come on, let's go. Come on, let's go. Come on, let's go. Come on, let's go. Green Gerlun taught us, screwed it around members of the sheriffs posse as they crossed the trail and rode into the hills. They were galloping along a path that few others knew when Tonto suddenly pulled up his horse. Oh, Scott, hold on. Oh, whoa. Between trees, down your road, we see two people. Yes, I see them, Tonto. Let's find out who they are. Have your gun ready. All right, come, Silver. Come up, Scott. The lone ranger and Tonto guided their horses to the spot where Tonto had pointed. Oh, Silver, hold on. Oh, Scott, hold on. Easy, Scott, easy, Scott. Stay there, Silver. Zeb Coleman. But what's the matter? David, man. These men are good. Oh, huh? This one in the mask is the fellow I was telling you about before. The one you didn't believe I met. Stranger, something pretty awful has happened to us. Zeb Coleman told of Cliff and Bibb. It was the sobbing mother who concluded, however. It's something terrible that happened to them. I know. They won't come back. I know. Now, now, Mrs. Dorton, perhaps they went to town on it. No, they didn't go into town. We know that. That's right. There have been riders in the trail all day searching for those bank robbers. They didn't see the boys. Besides, we're sure they're here in the hills. I followed their trail up here part of the way. I used to do a little trail in the old days. It wasn't hard to follow Bibb's trail. He cut his foot the other day. He and Cliff are barefooted. You can see Bibb's trail easy on account of his favor in the sore foot. You follow me. I'll show you just where the trail is. The lone ranger and tato went to the spot in the dirt road where Zeb Coleman showed them the faint marks of bare feet with a long diagonal mark on the sole of one. The ranger and tato, greatest trailers in the west, were able to follow the footprints into the brush, even in the dusk which was now around them. There's a footprint again over here. Yeah, you're sure? Yes, it was made today. Is that right, tato? Ah, Kim Sabi, do you remember something? What is it, tato? Near Ridge, their very deep brush. Stream come down at spot and go into cave. The cave near here? Well, if not far, we go past. We get there quick. Then let's not wait. You lead the way, tato. Come, Mrs. Dalton, I'll help you. Many of the day's lights seem to hit the entrance of the cave. At the very moment, tato led the way to the almost inaccessible spot. And that one dying ray revealed a figure in the entrance. Kim Sabi, look! A man's gone. Watch out, he's going to shoot down. It was right over my head. Stay down. He can't aim in that darkness. You know what? I bet it's him, bank robbers. He said we'd give your right to bank robbers. We've got two kids in here. You come near, we'll kill. The boys are in here. We'll kill them, I say. How do you want that? No, but we'll wait here. You can't escape. You can't get away. Listen to me, each of you. Mrs. Dalton, can you handle a gun? I can shoot, but not now. You won't have to aim at anyone. But you will have to shoot from time to time. You and Zeb, to keep those two men inside the cage. She and me, Zeb, we can't see in the dark. Where are you two going? Tato's going to the grains and get the sheriff and his men. I'm going to get into that cave some way. Kim Sabi, yes. Me no other way. It way only Indians know. Zeb, a lot of dried up branches and leaves around here. Start a fire by lighting a branch with leaves on it. Then throw it into the pit. While you and your daughter are hiding in the bushes, feed the fire with more leaves and branches out. You can push them into the pit while exposing yourselves, I'm sure. That'll build up the fire. Now, here's what my plan is. The flame will light up the cave entrance. A short time later, a flaming tree branch sparked from the darkness into the pit, lighting the cave entrance. And low and reach, fired wildly from the cave. Their shots aimless, their target hidden. Eddie, they got us bottled up here. We can't get away with that fire burned out there. They'll moist down. Those kids are the cause of... Boy, did you hear that, horses? More horses coming up from the trail. That means we'll be killed no matter what. Well, Lynch and make you just as dead as bullets. We got to take a chance. Go out there? Yeah, taking the kids to shield. And killing the kids like we said, if they don't let us pass through. Come on, we'll untie the kids. Since entering the far entrance to the cave and entering small and hidden, the lone ranger had crawled along the ground following the tiny stream that became a brook outside the main cave entrance here. That zoomed overhead in the darkness. But now, after a grueling passage of time, the lone ranger saw an orange light. The flame burning outside the cave opening. Almost noiselessly, the lone ranger tiptoed to the rear of the scene, taking place at the cave's entrance. And low and lead stood behind the boys, using them as shields. And low was shouting into the trees behind the flames at the people he knew were hidden there. And if you don't let us and our horses through, we'll do what we did to those two this morning. You don't think so, eh? Well, you'll see. We'll shoot them. Oh, no, you won't take them. Startled, the two crooks let go of the boys and turned toward the cave. As the boys ran away into the darkness, the men reached for their guns. The lone rangers' gun fired first, shattering the gun hands of the bandits. As their guns fell to the ground and the bandits' reeling clutched at their wounds, the sheriff and a host of figures rushed from behind the trees and rushed. My horses, save me, please, save me. Within half an hour, Enlo and Leach had been bandaged and taken off to jail by the sheriff. I'm so happy. You're really safe. But tomorrow I'm going to give you the licking of your life. Well, it is, Mom. It wasn't for us. You and Graham couldn't be getting the $5,000 reward for capturing those crooks. That's right, Mom. Isn't it, Mr. Finkel? Well, I suppose you're right, boys. As president of the bank, I personally thought the mask man and the Indians should have shared it. But they said no. I want to thank them again. I want to be... But where are they? All right. They rode off just a few minutes ago. Well, the way that door could shoot... Best in the world. And everybody could see he was my friend. My friend, Kathleen. You believe that? I do, Dad. But, Dad, who is he? Imagine not recognizing him. He's one of the best friends I ever had. The Lone Ranger. The 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, Fred Foy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.