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A small boy was throwing a stick and calling for a big collie to retrieve it. When the boy saw Dan approaching, he quickly ran to the dog, took hold of a trailing rope attached to his collie, then stood beside the pony waiting. Ho, ho, Victor, ho, ho! Hey, that's a fine collie you have. What's his name? His name's Rover. I'm Terry Bigs. He isn't really my dog, but I sure wish he was. He belongs to Mr. Norse at the next ranch. Oh, well, he seems to like you a lot. He does, don't you, Rover? Daddy doesn't want Rover around our ranch. He just bothers the cattle and it'll shoot Rover if he comes there again. Oh, I'm sure he really didn't mean that, Terry. Yes, he did. Daddy's awful strict. He told me to take Rover home and tell Mr. Norse to keep him there. What's your name? Dan Reed. Do you live around here? No, I'm staying with friends. Do you like dogs? Of course, Terry. I like dogs and horses a lot. So do I, but Daddy says dogs are a nuisance and he doesn't like Rover at all. Well, that's too bad. You seem to have a lot of fun together. Oh, we do. Rover comes looking for me every morning, but he can't come anymore. Maybe you can go and see him. Nope. Daddy is mad at Mr. Norse because he won't get rid of Rover. I better be going now, but I hope I'll see you again, Dan. I like you. I'm glad you do, Terry. I'm sure I'll see you again. Goodbye. Goodbye, Dan. Come on, Victor. The following day, Si Biggs and his foreman Pete were riding across the rain. Well, it's gonna be time for the roundup, Pete. Hey, look. That Norse dog is headed again. Come on, get up there. Get up. Get out of here, you mutt! Hey, I think a bullet grazed him. Look at him go. He's scared to death. Hey, hey, hey. It's too bad I didn't get him once and for all. Maybe that'll scare him into staying off my reins. It might cause plenty of trouble, boss. If you kill that dog, Norse can get plenty tough. Well, we can get tougher. I'm sick of that gap in mutt and of Norse's long horns traing onto my land. Let's go. Get it back. That evening, Hank Norse and one of his men dismounted in front of the Biggs' ranch house. Steady. I want to talk to you, Cy Biggs. Then start talking, Norse. I'm listening, but not for long. My colleague came home with a bullet graze on his side. One of my men said he saw you shoot at him. Then what if I did? Too bad my bullet only grazed the ornery mutt. I should've killed him. My thunder, if you had, you'd answer to me. Look, don't come here threatening me, Hank Norse. If you want trouble, I'll see that you get plenty of it. I've put up with a lot from you. I'll meet any trouble you want to bring. I've let your cattle use the water hole in my property up to now. With every good mind to fence it off. What? Why? Now get off my property. You, you... It is for that dog of yours. If I see him annoying my cattle again, I'll make sure my aim is better. Now get! The next morning, Dan read again that terry near the ranch. The boy told Dan of overhearing the argument between his father and Hank Norse and of his fear that harm would come to the dog rover. Later, Dan rode to camp and told the lone ranger untaught what he had heard. That day, at noon dinner, terry spoke hesitantly to his father. Daddy, uh, I... Well, what is his sense together? May I go over to Mr. Norse's to see you over? May I, daddy, please? No! You forget that dog, terry. If I ever find out you went to the Norse spread, I'll give you a good strap, and you understand? Yes, daddy. Hey, Pete, one of the hens saw that dog on the ranch again early this morning. And after I told Norse to keep him tied up. Well, I reckon Hank Norse don't like taking orders from anybody, boss. Well, come on, Pete. We've got something to do. What you got in mind? We ride to the waterhole and measure for a fence, that's what. I put up with enough from Norse. Holy mackerel, boss. Hank and his men will come gunning for us if you put up a fence there. Let him come. Easy, steady boy. Get up, get up. A short time later, while terry lays sobbing on his bed in his room at the ranch house, he heard a sound outside the open window. That's Rover. Rover, you shouldn't have come. He'll kill you. Oh, thanks for the window. You're not your room. But if they find you here, but I won't let him. Come on, I'll get my phone. Nobody saw it, Rover. You follow me and we'll go where you'll be safe. Steady, brownie. Easy boy. Come on, brownie. That afternoon, Dan Reed was again riding the trail near the big ranch. When he saw a group of riders coming toward him, Dan pulled to one side and stopped to let them pass. Oh, thank you, boy. Howdy. Hello, man. Hi. The wagon was unloading posts and wire near the waterhole. And that means Cy Big just carrying out his threat. We'll keep them from putting up that fence no matter what happens. Get up, man. All right. Let's go tell the Lone Ranger and Tato. This means there's going to be a ranger war. Come on, Victor. Dan met the Lone Ranger and Tato near the camp and told them what he had heard. Tato, we must try to stop them before someone is killed. Dan will meet you at camp later. I don't want you mixed up in this. All right, let's go, Tato. Come on. After the Lone Ranger and Tato left, Dan started back along the trail that passed the big ranch house. As he passed, he looked toward the ranch house and his eyes rested on a low wooded ridge about a half a mile behind the ranch buildings. He was suddenly startled to see a small area of smokin' flames on the ridge. Golly, a forest fire on the ridge. If it makes headway with a breeze blowing toward the ranch, it'll burn out the place. All right, in there and warn them. Must be someone at the house, Victor. Come on, Victor. A few minutes later, Dan pulled to a stop at the ranch house and dismove it hurriedly. Oh, oh, Victor, host any more. It's matters, son. I'm the ranch cook. If you want the boss, there's a forest fire on the ridge and the breeze is blowing this way. Hey, hey, let me look. Say you're right. Better get word to the boss. He's out on the range with the cowhands. Oh, better hurry. Where's the boy, Terry? Huh? I saw Terry riding away with that dog from the Norrish ranch. Figured I'd better forget. I saw him. I come to think of it. He went along the trail behind the barn that leads up to that wooded ridge. I'll pick up his trail and go after him while you go for Mr. Biggs and the men. Go ahead. See you later. There's a boy steady following. Come on, Victor. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Sheriff Sam is a boy of ten. He busts right in the robbers den and gets his man because he knows. He's got gold power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got gold power. There he goes. He's feeling his Cheerios. Cheerios. Cheerios. That's Cheerios. The cereal shaped like little letter O's. And those O's stand for oats. The good grain Cheerios is made from. Every delicious spoon full of Cheerios and milk is real muscle building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals and proteins your body needs. Yes, those good things in a Cheerios breakfast do good things for your body. Help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones and muscles. You can see that Cheerios is made to give you real gold power. So make sure you have a Cheerios breakfast every day. Then you'll hear people say, He's feeling his Cheerios. Now to continue. The Lone Ranger and Tonto rode across the range toward the Waterhole where they saw Norris and his men lined up against Psy Biggs and his ranch hands. There they are, Tonto. Come on, fill this. Hank Norris was talking heatedly to Psy Biggs. Listen, Biggs, I'm a peaceful man. But if any of your men make a move to put up that fence, they'll be shooting. Too complete that game, Norris. Look, a couple of alhoots coming there. Breaking your hide, a couple of gunmen to help you. Oh, wait a minute. There, cover them in. I'll reach over to you. Either of you start to draw, you'll get plugged. We have no reason to draw. We want to prevent trouble. That's a hot one. I get the guns in, then tie them up. I want to get on with my business here. Oh, you wait, huh? You not tie up the Lone Ranger. Don't break the Lone Ranger. Look, Kenjin, what you say means nothing to me. Now, hold on, boss. He spoke of the Lone Ranger. I've heard of him. Bride's a big white stat, and wears a black mask, has an Indian sidekick. He must be the Lone Ranger at that. Yes, I am. Say, I heard about you, too. You held the law. That's right. Well, I'm Hank Norris. That's Psy Biggs there. I came here with my men because I learned. We know why you came here, Mr. Norris. Mr. Biggs, it's an unwritten law of the West that waterholes are open to all. The reason why you're determined to cause trouble is childish. I'll sign it. Don't call me childish, Mr. Biggs. Don't use that gun. Oh, you please. I got a gun shot, the gun right from Psy's hand. Sorry I had to do that, Mr. Biggs. Luckily, you're not hurt. Best shooting I ever saw in all my life. Sure was. Now, Mr. Biggs, you objected because I said your actions were childish. That wasn't strong enough. Because your boy loves a certain dog that belongs to Mr. Norris, you not only caused this trouble, but you also have made the boy very unhappy. All right. How do you know all this? That doesn't matter now. Hey, boss, here comes the cook. Something must be wrong at the house. What is it? The bridge behind the house is on fire. The wind will carry it towards the building. And much more, Terry went up to that bridge earlier with the dogs. What? I reckon he was afraid that you'd catch him together. Well, a young fellow who said that he knew Terry had gone to find him. Well, he must mean then. We need every man we can get to stop that fire before it reaches your building. My men and I'll go with you. We wouldn't want Si to lose his ranch buildings in spite of our differences. We've got to find Terry and stop that fire. Let's go. Right. Terry had gone with his pony and rover into the woods on the ridge, where he found a small clearing. Though he had repeatedly been warned never to use matches, he started a campfire. Then after he and the dog romped happily for a while, Terry fell asleep. Sometime later, he was awakened by a rover tugging at his clothes. A rover? The woods are burning. My pony needs guns. We've got to get away from here quick. Come on, rover. Terry stumbled in the direction in which he thought he'd find the trail, but the haze of smoke confused him. And he ran, frightened and sobbing, to escape the ever-growing flames. Later, Dan Reed rode up the trail to the ridge. As he entered the smoke-laden woods, he called out repeatedly. Terry! Terry, where are you? Ho, Victor, ho, ho. Terry! Terry's pony with an empty saddle. Ho, hold on, hold on, hold on! I must find Terry. Come on, Victor! Terry! And dog! He must be with Terry. Come on, Victor! Dan turned Victor from the trail and headed through the woods toward the barking dog. The smoke was drifting through the trees, and he could see flames some distance ahead. The intelligent colleague tugging at Terry's sleeve had led the boy to a scream and pulled him into it. Terry stood in the water sobbing, as Dan hurriedly rode up and dismounted. Ho, hold on, Victor, hold on! Let me tie you a minute so you won't leave. Terry! But Terry brought me here. Oh, good for her. Come on, Terry. We'll both ride my horse. We must get away quickly. Let's go! A moment later, Dan untied Victor. Then the two boys mounted. Hey, boy! Hang on, Terry! Come on, Victor! Caring for Dan's safety, the lone ranger left Toto with a ranchman and raced far ahead of them. Faster, big fella, faster! Come on, hurry! With a fierce, fricking boy on Victor's back with him, Dan urged his horse toward the trail, but the flames were rapidly closing off his avenue of escape. Hey, man, Terry! Let's get out of this somehow! I'm afraid. It was then that Dan heard a welcome cry. Oh, Victor, hold on! In here! Put over here. He's a friend, Terry. He'll help save us. Hold on, Victor. Easy, Terry. Dan, the flames are moving swiftly. We won't be able to get back to the trails. There's a stream back there. Head for it. Come on, we must reach it. Then we'll go on from there. Come on, Terry. Come on, Victor. They managed to reach the stream in a short time. Hold on, Victor. Hold on, Victor. I'll use our handkerchiefs to cover the horse's eyes, Dan. And we'll leave them downstream to the open slope. All right, sir. You stay on Victor, Terry. All right. I'll wet your handkerchiefs, Terry. Try it over your mouth and nose. Then we'll get away from here. The air was thick with smoke and blowing upstream. The lone ranger knew he must go downstream to reach safety. He soaked their clothing and splashed the horses. Then, after blindfolding the horses... Come on, Victor. ...he and Dan started downstream. Leading Silver and Victor, the dog rover followed. Finally, they emerged from the trees onto the slope and to safety. Hold on, Victor, hold on. That was a narrow escape. Are you all right, Terry? Yes, but I want to go home. Tell me, Terry, do you have anything to do with starting that fire? Well, I'll... Terry, you almost caused the death of all three of us, not to mention the damage the fire has done. Matches are very dangerous in the hands of children. That's why your father forbid you to use them. I'll remember. I won't use them again. Honest. Good. Here comes your father now who'll say nothing about it. Terry, Terry, man. Daddy! Oh, daddy! Yeah, yeah. It's all right. Head dog. It hasn't been for him. The dog saved Terry's life until we could reach him, Mr. Biggs. He led Terry into the street. Then Dan came and helped us out. And then the low ranger came and got us both. I suggest, Mr. Biggs, that the hands get busy and start a backfire before the flames start down this slope. Yeah, sure. Get busy, man. Start a backfire. My mental health. Get busy all of you. Stop that fire. Right, boss. Yes, sir. I reckon I owe a lot to you and the Indian and that young man with you. You owe more to the dog, Rover. The boy might have died up in those flaming woods before either Dan or I reached him if it hadn't been for Rover. I reckon I've been wrong, Hank. When I heard Terry was up there when I... I went to pieces inside, sort of. From now on, he wants to be with that dog well. Daddy, Rover's licking your hand. Will I be doggone? Say, Hank, will you sell him? Nope. But if Terry wants Rover, I... I'll give the dog to him. I figure they belong together. Daddy, say yes. Of course, son. And if the cattle don't like his barking at him, we'll leave. They just don't have to put up with it, eh? Oh, call him, Rover. Did you hear that? You're mine. Sorry. Todd will now go with some of the men and start backfires to the left. While you and Hank stay here and direct the rest of your men, Dan will take Terry back to the ranch house. I'll be glad to, sir. Before you go, mister. Yes. If you and Hank to know, I'm sorry about being so ordinary. Hank, will you... Will you shake and be friends? Oh, with pleasure, son. There. Some of you men go with a masked man in Indian. I'll see you later, Dan. Let's go, Todd. He's just a big fella. He's a big fella. Come on, son! Golly, Dan. Who's that masked man? Hey, let me tell him, Dan. You see, Terry Ladd, that's a mighty fine hombre who does plenty of good for folks. He's the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger? Oh, golly! I'll tell you...