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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 old cereal that gives you go-power. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful masquerader 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 thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoops beats of the great horse, Silver! The lone ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! Let's go, we call him Silver! Silver Ranger and Tonto were traveling northward through the valley of the Tong River. When they grew rain at a spring to water their horses, the masked man said, Tonto, we're near the border of the Sueanian treaty land. Only Sue got right to be there. That's true. Under the treaty even soldiers came into their lands without inviting trouble. Better we stay out of that territory. Yes, we'll follow the river. All right, Kimitabi, look ahead and valley. All right, here. He headed this way. Ah, it looked like young Indian. He's coming fast. Tonto, that pony seems to be out of control. It's bloody wild mustang. The engine is tied to its back. It may roll on him. Or crush him. Get lost. We'll try to catch it. The Lone Ranger and Tonto urged their horses forward. The oncoming mustang changed its course and headed toward Boulders, against which to crush the helplessly tied riders. Come on, Silver! Racing to intercept the mustang, the Lone Ranger and Tonto loosened their laryons. The Great Horse Silver and Tonto's Pink Horse Scout seem to know that a life depended on their speed. They closed in, one on each side of the mustang, so their riders could close the laryons. When the ropes dropped over the mustang's neck, Scout and Silver braced and held them tight. The captured animal kicked, bucked and squealed in fury. Easy, steady, big fella. I'll cut the boy loose. Hold steady, Silver. Starting the mustang's flailing hoof, the masked man flashed the raw hide songs that bound the Indian to its back. As the boy leaps to safety, the Lone Ranger quickly cut the rope. The released mustang raced away at top speed, as the masked man turned to the young Indian. You got a narrow escape. Yes, I thank you for saving my life. But you, you were a mask. Please accept us as friends. I do so. I ask no more questions. Who are you? I'm from the Ogallala Sioux. White men call me Joe. You speak English very well, Joe. How old are you? 17. I returned to my people from a mission school last month. Who tried you to that mustang? My people did it. It was their way of putting me to death. They knew the wild Tony would soon kill me. You break tribal law? No. I tried to keep my people from attacking soldiers. Oh, Joe, you'd better tell Tom and me about this. Chief Grey Wolf and a white man named Dick Humbert plan to attack army wagons that will travel tonight to reach Fort Franklin. Fort Franklin isn't far from here. Neither is the Indian village. When I heard of the plan, I tried to persuade my people not to take part in it. Grey Wolf became angry. He made trouble. He's a bad man. Dick Humbert is worse. Humbert is the one who learned what the wagons carried. This is the first of the month. It's time for payroll money to go to the fort. The wagons carry money. Also rifles and ammunition. And that's what Grey Wolf want? Yes. My people have no use for white man's money. But they want rifles. So that's it. Dick Humbert expects the Indians to massacre the soldiers and take the rifles and ammunition. After the fight, Humbert's men will ride in and get the money. They want the Indians to do the fighting and take the blame. The Indians will have reason to attack. Why? The army wagons will be in the Indian treaty land. The soldiers know better than to trespass on that land. Soldiers are not familiar with this country. To them, it all looks alike. They must depend on their civilian scouts. Of course. Scouts with the army trains are members of the compass gang. Joe, are you sure? I am sure. How do you know? I and all my people heard the talk when Dick Humbert held council with Grey Wolf. Those scouts are going to lead the army wagons and guards into an ambush. Yes. I tried to leave the village to tell the colonel at Fort Franklin. But I was caught by Grey Wolf. Did he know your intention? He suspected I was trying to reach the fort. He called the council of the elders of the tribe. They sentenced me to be tied to the back to the wild opponents. I nearly always mean death. I would have been killed. But for you who saved me. Joe, you can never return to your people. I'm banished. There's no place for me to go. Yes, there is. Go to Fort Franklin. The army needs young men like you. It's too late. Too late? Even if I had a horse, I could not tell the soldiers about the plans and time to prevent the massacre. You must have it. Yes. Maybe we warn soldiers to prevent massacres. I'd like to do more than that. What more could be? Dick Humbert has gotten away with many crooked schemes. I'd like to put him where he'll never again make trouble. Now I know you are my friend. I hope we meet again. So do I, Joe. I'll walk to the fort. Goodbye. Adios. Good night. Goodbye. Goodbye. Good night. Goodbye. As Joe started toward the fort. The lone ranger and puddle rolled rapidly in the opposite direction. Hoping to fight the army wagon. Late that afternoon Captain Jason Parker the army paymaster and the two treacherous civilian scouts haunted their horses. They were about a half a mile ahead of the slow moving army wagons and the escort of soldiers. The paymaster frowned as he studied the landscape studied the landscape. Tim, are you sure we're on the right trail? Don't want to have any trouble with it, too, by trespassing on the treaty land. I should say not. Don't you worry, Captain. Matt and I have been over here. Oh, the wagons are coming. We'll make camp for the night. Camp? You? Yes. It'll soon be dark and I'd rather not approach any closer to the treaty land than dark. But I, uh, I thought we were going to keep going until we reached the forest. I'm changing the plan. We'll complete the trip tomorrow. But I don't think it's my duty to deliver the wagons intact and to avoid trouble with Indians. Detachment, halt! After dark, with the wagons drawn into a circle, the campfires burn low, and Captain Parker retired to his own wagon to sleep. The soldiers all accept the sentry, rolled into their blankets for the night. The lone ranger and tato after making a wide sweep of the area near the treaty land, fight at the campfires of the soldiers and halted their horses. Hello, those soldiers aren't on the treaty land. They're not far from it. Matt right. If them travel more, then cross boundary. Then Indians attack. They've been taking a long way off the Fort Franklin Trail. That proves Scout's crookedness. It is easy said if we thought that. There's the horses here, Tato. Easy coffee, Tato. We go close, close at the camp. Yes, I'd like to talk to the officer in charge. Ah, maybe soldiers are on guard. If so, we'll have to get past them. Keeping close to the ground and moving as silently as shadows, the lone ranger and tato drew close to the circle of wagons and saw two men in civilian clothes, talking to a uniformed guard. The masked man whispered, They must be the guards. They're right. We're just going to stretch our legs, guys. We'll be back soon. We'll follow them. The two civilian scouts walked across the rock-screwing ground until they considered it safe to talk without fear of being overheard. There they sat down on one of the many boulders. Matt, I don't think the Indians will attack the outfit while it's here. You? No, I don't, Tim. They'll attack on the treaty lands, but nowhere else. Yeah, if that captain hadn't had such a fool notion of stopping for the night, we'd be on the treaty lands right now. Do you think the captain suspects anything? Ah, he's just over-cautious, that's all. We'll be breaking camp at daylight. Then we'll guide the wagons where the Redskins will be waiting. The Redskins are probably waiting right now. So are Deacon's gang, but it can't be helped. Just have to wait. And where Deacon, the boys are waiting? Yeah, on the far side of the hill. They'll stay there until all the gunfires are over before they show up. Uh-huh. I hoped we'd be two of this job tonight. Few hours more or less won't make any difference. You're all over-cautious. Those two, Matt, and the Redskins. If your voice is down, you may never see daybreak. Now, hold your fire. We don't hand it for trouble. Take their guns, Tuttle. Make that a mess if we talk things over here. Which wagon is the commanding officer's? One this way. The little apart from the ones that are going into a circle. You see we're willing to be friendly. Lie on the ground. Face down. Oh, but, mister, you're not even all right. I'm doing it. Let us tell you about what we're... I know all about you crooks. Your plans are known. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. All over the country in every direction. All you're doing is a question. And here's one that happy people have to say, Deacon, are we the men who do, do, do and okay? Okay. That's the word up north. Just ask the champions. Up north, we know what Wheaties mean. To guys like Sluggan Harvey Keene, we love to see him belt that ball and make the fielders climb the wall. And Richie Ashburn, yes indeed. He plays baseball at Wheaties' feed. Just watch him flash from base to base. This boy could win in any race. Yes, sir. Harvey Keene and Richie Ashburn are longtime Wheaties fans. Both of them know there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' flake. Wheaties, breakfast of champions. Keep party to your Wheaties. When you do, do, do and okay, okay? All to continue. A few minutes later, when the scouts were effectively tied and gagged, the mask man and his Indian companion crept close to one of the guards. Then suddenly seized Deacon. He had no chance to make an outcry. He also was tied and gagged. The title remained to watch him while the lone ranger went alone to the commandant's wagon. He shook the officer gently. Wake up, Captain. What? Teddy, don't be alarmed. I'm wearing a mask. A mask? Please keep your voice down and listen to me. People call me the lone ranger. Am I awake or dreaming? You're awake, Captain. This is a joke or a trick. I came to warn you of a trick. One has been planned to massacre you and your men. You steal your supplies. Why? I'll tell you all I know. Quickly and simply, the lone ranger reported what he had learned and told about the capture of the guard and the guide. And then the captain said, Incredible story. You say you're the lone ranger, but how do I know you're telling the truth? A letter in my pocket will be of interest to you. I'll add a mat so you can read it. All right, here's a letter. The letter was signed in the familiar handwriting of a high army official whose judgment the captain could not question. The captain folded the letter slowly and returned it as he said. Sir, I'm indebted to you for the warning. I have nothing to say about the Indians as long as they remain on their own land. But those crookers have been scouts. They should be shot. There are no worse than the other members of Humbert's gang. They should all be shot. Including Humbert. No one has ever been able to prove anything against them, Captain. Even now you can do nothing to them. But a plot like this... Humbert and his men won't even appear. To that do you and all your men are victims of an Indian massacre. Now there must be some way to deal a pack of crook like those. There is. How? Let their skin proceed. What do you mean? Humbert and his men are on the far side of the hill. They're out of sight. But near enough to hear gunfire. They're waiting for that gunfire. Yes. With proper planning, I'm sure we could give them a hot reception. Dick Humbert has nearly 20 men in his gang on the far side of the hill. They have been waiting for hours. And Midnight found them grumbling and restless. Dick. Has anyone looked over the hill for the past hour? Yeah, I did. Just a few minutes ago. Everything's still quiet, but the soldiers are scared. Yeah, there's nothing we can do about it, Chloe. We just have to wait. I'm tired of waiting. I told you, boys, the army's not on treaty land. They're mighty close to it. I know that. They stopped there for the night. I thought the Indians might make their move, but they haven't done it. Now what will happen? Him and Matt will see that the soldiers enter the treaty land, don't worry. The Indians will attack tomorrow instead of tonight. What's the difference? There's nothing we can do in the meantime. Not a thing. We'll just wait here until a gunfire starts. Then we know the Indians are attacking. We start out. The Indians will be through with that job at the time we get there. Yeah, I was waiting. He gets on my nerves. And even have lights here in the camp. Turn in. Get a good night's sleep. You might need it. What's that? A gunfire. A rifle. A army rifle. I hear engine war cries. Cut away. The Indians are attacking the soldiers. Good for Gray Wolf. I knew we could count on him. All right, get the horses. Dick, let's go to the hilltop. Watch the fight. The soldiers were ready to ride. See your guns, boys. Take plenty of ammunition. This is our night to get ready. The spirits of the outlaws tore it as they buckled on spare guns and tightened cinches, ready for riding. Presently, all were ready. All set, boys. All right, we'll go as far as the top of the hill, no farther. We wait right there until the Indians have moved away. That's right, Dick. We take no chances of starting a fight with the Indians. Now, let's go. The outlaws raced to the top of the hill where they drew rain. When they looked down into the moonlit valley, they saw the wagons scattered, a couple of them turned on the side, and a scene that looked like a massacre. Those redskins did their work fast. Must have caught the soldiers by complete surprise. Those soldiers didn't have a chance. I hope the redskins lift the cash force. I'm sure they did. Let's go get it. And darkness made it impossible for the outlaws to see details. But the wagons in disorder, the men lying on the ground and the horses seemingly wandering at will, gave evidence of a quick and awful massacre. We are boys. All set to take the cash. They should be plenty. Push over. I told you there'd be nothing to it. We'd better keep our guns, man. These kids want to do the good as they're still alive. That's a good idea. Everyone just wanted? Yeah. All right, go through the wagons systematically. The first man to move will be shot. Who said that? I did. He's over there, behind that wagon. Hey, what's this mean? They're not dead. They're not trapped. All right, use your guns. Here we go. Men will leap to their feet on every side of bumper southlaws, and those who wanted gunplay found angry soldiers glad to accommodate them. A number of crooks were wounded by the opening shots. Others quickly realized that theirs was a hopeless situation. The lone ranger shot it. Put on your guns and raise your hands. Put on your guns and raise your hands. What about you, humbers? Kill, man. I'll kill you. Oh, my arm. My arm is busted. You wanted more gunplay? And you got it. You're steaming murder and crooks. We caught the pack of your red-handed. Oh, my arm. We'll bandage it before we take you and your pals to the force. You, you're that mask man. You keep the whole thing. Ah, it was a mask man's idea, humbers. To let you trap yourself. It was also his idea to hog-tie those crooked guides, and they'll stay tied till we reach the force. Oh, captain. Yes, yes, yes. Have you any more good ideas? Oh, just one. When you reach the force, you might thank a young Indian named Joe. Indeed, I shall. He may be a soldier the time you get there, and so you'll be a good one. Otto, will you stay with the troop and we'll serve as guides for the rest of the trip to Fort Brighton? Uh, me too. Oh, are you leaving us? Yes, captain. I'll ride ahead to the fort and report what happened here. Very well. The commandant and the young Indian will be equally interested. Adios. Goodbye. And thanks for your help. Well, humbers, aren't you wondering who the mask man is? I know who he is. But I didn't suspect he was the least part. I didn't figure on fighting 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 Boy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you...