 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high of silver! The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the oak cereal that's ready to eat, Bandy Crocker mixes, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! Say, I'll bet everyone in your gang loves a chocolate malt, right? Who doesn't? Well, here's a real treat you can plan. Sometime soon, invite the gang over for a chocolate malt, and then surprise them with a Bandy Crocker chocolate malt cake mix cake. Imagine all the excitement when they taste their favorite flavor in a cake! A big delicious, I think you're the best gang in the world kind of cake. You see, Bandy Crocker has put real malted milk right in the mix. It's the first chocolate malt cake mix ever! And it's so easy, mom will have fun baking it. Or you can bake one yourself! Just add water and two fresh eggs. That's all! For a perfect cake every time you bake. Cake after cake after cake. It's guaranteed perfect by Bandy Crocker of General Mills Minneapolis. Bake up Bandy Crocker's chocolate malt cake mix soon. It's the newest taste in cakes! With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful masquerider 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 hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. The lone ranger rides again! Come on, you still there! Let's go, big fella! I am still there! Many people were shocked and the news spread rapidly when a tall masked man and a stalwart Indian led an outlaw gang in an attack on a stagecoach near Sage Rock. Hey you, driver! Throw down the money box and make it fast! Hold on, mister, you can't... It's not good, you are! Alright, you get up there and toss down the money box. Well, the others line up the passengers, huh? The settlers in the same territory were even more shocked a few days later when the masked man and Indian led their gang into the express office in Sage Rock. Make it fast, fellas! Alright! Hurry up, let's get out of here! Time after time the masked man and the Indian successfully led their gang in a series of robberies and killings. The sheriff of Sage Rock met with his deputies early one afternoon in his office. He was saying... We'll keep trying to pick up their trail. Since we lost their trail at the river last night, we ought to go see if we're able to find it. That's what we'll do. I think we'll have better luck in daylight. Frankly, I believe they're hiding out close by. They'll get some of the townsmen to go along in a posse with us this afternoon. Sheriff, I've heard the men in town talking. They say if we catch that masked man and Indian, they're for stringing him up front. Yes, Norman! It's up to us to let the law take its own course. Remember that. Be ready to help calm down any townsmen who might be riding with us if we do catch those outlaw leaders. Now go out and get some men together and we'll all meet out front in half an hour. While the sheriff and his men were preparing to form a posse, the outlaws were gathered in a natural cave at the base of a cliff along the Brazos. A tall man who had written the White Stallion was saying, Man, I told you, if you joined Keela and me, you'd make plenty. It seems like everybody in the territory is talking about the masked man in red skin who led the gang. Yeah, Keela did a good job in getting the White Stallion in the paint from his Indian friends. You sure are ruining the reputation of that masked man. His Indian friend has sent you to prison two years ago. The Lone Ranger and his friend Tato will have plenty of reason to remember Phil Berry. If what people are saying continues to spread, the time will come when they'll have to get clear out of Texas. Late on afternoon, the Lone Ranger and Tato, who were passing through the territory on their way to pay a visit to the Potray at the mission, ring to a stop at a clearing back from the trail. This will make a good campsite, Tato. It's not far, who paid you back? Ah. Now, team us up. Maybe while you fix lean to, it better me ride to town for supplies. All right, Tato. I'll have the camp ready by the time you get back. May not be gone long. It's not far. He's big scout. He's big scout. Get him up. Come on. Get up there. The shadows from the Lone Ranger coffee moved along the trail from Tato. The shadows from the Lone Ranger coffee moved along the trail from town as they headed toward the river to take up their search for the outlaw gang. Well, they sure managed to keep hidden. So far we haven't had a chance. He's sure. Come on on, that's Ben. Jumping, Jupiter. The Indian on the pay hall. Let's come him down. Hold your fire, man. Draw your guns. We'll stop here. Hold, hold, hold. What's the idea, Sheriff? He might get away. He saw us as soon as we saw him. He keeps right on coming. It might be some sort of a trick. There's too many of us for him to pull any tricks. Reach, Indian. We got you covered. Don't stop. Don't bother. Well, me not savvy guns. Are you going to reach or shall I make? Me reach. Why you point guns? You're under arrest for robbery and murder. Me not rob or kill anyone. Let's bring him up right here. Yeah, that's what he's going to do. Now calm down, all of you. I'm in charge here. When I say there'll be no hanging, savvy. Take his guns, Jim. All right. Yeah. I got him, Sheriff. Good. Now a couple of you take this red skin and lock him in jail. Now the rest of us will backtrack on his trail while he's still fresh. In that way, we ought to be able to find out where he come from. Good idea, Sheriff. Let's get out of that mad zombie in the gang. No, no, no. You wait. Wait. You make mistake. Him not with gangs. You just go on you before you get a bullet in you. Go on, head for town. Get him up. Come on, get up. Get it. Get it. All right. Now we follow the trail this engine left. Keep your guns handy and watch out for an ambush. Let's get going. Get up. Get up, boys. After tunnel left camp, the Lone Ranger cut a few saplings and gathered branches to make a lean to. Within a short time, it was completed. He went to where silver was ground hitched and was about to remove the saddle. On the great stallion raised his head and with ears pointed forward, he whinnied softly. What is it, Sylvie? I mean, you hear something. I do too now. I like several horses. Come, Sylvie, we'll go into the gully back down till they pass. I use having him question my mask. Come on, let's go for them. Those one, those one. I can see them to the trees. Looks like a posse after they pass out. They're stopping. Quiet, quiet, Sylvie. That Indian's trail left here. That lean to, they must have just built. The man, the gang, don't seem to be around. We already got the Indian. He's in the jail by this time. Don't understand this, Sylvie. No time for questions. We better leave or we have a chance and fast. Easy. All right, let's go, Sylvie. Oh, Sylvie! All of the great white stallions still were at a fast pace along the gully. Momentarily taken by surprise, the men in the posse fired through the trees after the fleeing masked man and then started in pursuit. The long ranger headed away from the direction of town until after losing the posse and coupling his trail by riding some distance in a creek, he circled back towards Sage Rock. It was dark when he reached the edge of town. Oh, oh, oh, easy, Sylvie. Easy now. They're safe enough now that posse is hunting for his west of here. They must have Tonneau in jail. They're going to town the back way and try to talk to him. Come on, come on. Tutto, who had been locked in one of the cells in the back of the jailhouse, was puzzled by what had taken place. Suddenly the Indian rose silently to his feet and turned toward the window as he heard a welcome whisper. Tutto, Tutto, give us something. Are you all right? Posse take guns and put me in here. Then save me killer. Mask but mask man on white horse. Then say him killer. Then say we rob and kill with outlaw gang. Then go try find you, rest the gang. Be not savvy. They came to the camp, but I got away. They're still hunting west of here. What do you make of all this, Tutto? Well, me listen. Deputies say mask man on white horse and Indian on paint horse lead outlaw gang that rob, kill. I see. That means it too who do lead the outlaws are imitating us. I'll talk to you again soon, Tutto. Adios, adios. The low ranger left the cell window and rode out into the hills a short distance from town. Then finding a secluded spot he pulled to a stop. I'll get my disguise kit and a candle and a saddle bag. Opening one of the saddle bags the mask man took out a candle to make up kit. Then removing his mask he carefully disguised his features. Then he rubbed silver with dirt and clay until the stallion's gleaming white coat became discolored and dull. Satisfied with the result the low ranger now looking like a rancher decided it was safe to return openly to town. Easy, silly big fella. Move through there. We'll continue our low ranger adventure in just a moment. Sailor Sam is the smartest boy Whoever shouted, jibble hi, he can weather any storm that blows. He's got gold power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got gold power. There he goes. He's feeling his Cheerios. Cheerios. Cheerios. Good old Cheerios. They got gold. So nourishing because they're made from oats with minerals, vitamins and proteins that your body needs. 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 gold 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. Now to continue. The sheriff and potty followed the Lone Ranger for some time. Until once more they lost the trail at a creek. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Meantime, the Lone Ranger in his disguise as a rancher reigned to a halt in front of the cafe in town. Something for your strangers? Just a bit of information. I wonder if you can tell me when the stage from Rock Hill gets here. I'll let you know. Seems to me it gets in around noon tomorrow. Wait a minute, I'll make sure. Yeah, what do you want to see? The stage here wants to know when the Rock Hill stage gets in town. Expecting someone on that stage, mister? Nope. Why do you want to know? Well, I could be expecting this shipment of cash. Well, let's do here at noon. Just like I said. Thanks. I've heard about an outlaw gang around here lately. We caught one of them outlaws. Got him in the jailhouse. The sheriff and posse he's out on the trail of the others right now. I'll go to the hotel wait for the stage to get here. Good night. The Lone Ranger left the cafe and crossing the streets stood in the shadows. Soon he saw a figure come out of the cafe and mounted the hitch-rack. It was the outlaw red, dressed as a cow hand and wearing a broad brimmed hat. The one I was hoping to find was taking a chance anyway. That's a big fella. Come on, Silver! For some time, the Lone Ranger followed the outlaw on the bright moonlight. When Red finally entered the shallow part of the Brazos River and headed cautiously upstream, the Lone Ranger stopped on the bank and watched. Easy. Turning in towards the bank now. Too steep for him to come out there. It means there must be a cabin where they'd clear for perhaps a cave of some sort. Come on, Silver! Instead of going upstream after the outlaw Red, the Lone Ranger swung around and rode back toward the trail to town. Once more, he found a secluded spot near a creek where he stopped and brushed the clay from Silver's coat. Then, putting on his mask, he mounted again and continued toward town. Within a short time, he stopped on the edge of Sage Rock and looked down the main street. Easy. All those horses were found at jail, meaning that the posse is returning. Now, if my plan works, without loss, it's going to be caught. Come on! Meantime, in the Sheriff's Office, several of the men who had ridden with the posse were talking over the events of the day. Too bad that mask man got away from us. Don't hear right. We should get them close and then have them escape. Now, he and the gang will find a new camp. Hey, what's that? It's the mask man on the white horse. He's alone. Let's get after him, man. Hit leather. Meanwhile, Ren had gone to the hideout cave. He told Phil Berry and the others what he had overheard in the cafe. The stranger said he expects a big money shipment on the Rock Hill stage. Good. With them having that Indian in jail and thinking it's Keela, the Sheriff won't expect us to pull a hold up. We'll ride the trail toward Rock Hill and meet that stage. It's better if we meet it a long way from stage rock. Then we'll get out of this territory for good. I figure they'll hang the Indian they have in jail. Well, come on. We'll pack our saddle bags and we'll start off. Let's get busy. Come on, boys. When the low ranger rode out of town with the Sheriff and Posse trailing him, he kept out of range of their guns but didn't try to lose them. He got up toward the river. When he reached it, he saw the water. He rode upstream until he saw a heavy growth of bushes a short distance below the entrance to the outlaw's cave. Turning silver shoreward, the low ranger left the water and pushing through the bushes stopped behind them. Posse was going to be alone but down to find the outlaws hide out a little further upstream. Quiet for the quiet. I come to Posse now. The low ranger saw the Posse come into view. The moon was bright and it was easy to see. As they passed in the water, the mask man could hear their voices. As the low ranger watched, the Posse neared the cave. Then suddenly, he heard shots. I shall keep in their cave. Bring that out of them. Let them get away, man. Concealed by the deep shadows, the low ranger heard the approaching hoops of Phil's horse. He realized the outlaw leader would pass within a few feet of where he was hiding. As the mask outlaw was about to pass, the low ranger charged forward on Silver. The great horse Silver galloped forward and swung alongside Phil Berry's horse. Taking the outlaw completely by surprise, the low ranger reached out and dragged him from his saddle. The two men fell from their saddles and trotted to the ground. Get to your feet. The outlaw and a reed began slugging wildly. The low ranger remaining cool-headed waited his chance, then swung with a right and a left to the jaw. I'll settle this right now. I got all the others at the cave, sir. Now we get this man. Oh, wait a minute, Sheriff. Here's the man you want lying on the ground. Hey, they're both masked and they're two white stallions. I think you'll find the Indian partner of this outlaw leader back there in the shadows. Oh, I did shoot the man with this outlaw, but the Indian is already in jail. You have the wrong Indian in jail. Hey, look here, sir. He's a wounded Indian. He's the one who started to escape with the mask man. He rode this paid horse. What is this? Two tall mask men, two white stallions, and two pain horses. That's obvious, Sheriff. The masked outlaw on the ground and the wounded Indian were imitating us. You better take all of them. After all, you're wearing a mask, mister. Maybe this will explain who I am, Sheriff. A bullet. It shines the moonlight like silver. It is silver. Still the bullet to see? Hey, sir. The martial and eagle rock told me that the guy who rode to uphold the law carried silver bullets. Then you must be that man, mister. That's right. The Indian you have in jail is my friend, Tato. I'll remove that outlaw's mask and see if we know him. Hey, he looks familiar. That's Phil Berry, notorious outlaw. My Indian friend, Tato and I helped put him in prison. Then that accounts for all this. Barry got an Indian, then got a white stallion and a paint, so they could lead that gang and bring this gratis on you, mister. No, it means nothing, please. Phil Berry, him tell me what to do. You'll do a lot more talking when we get you to jail, Indian. Mister, I'll send a deputy head right now to let your Indian friend out of jail. Good. I'll go along with him, Sheriff. Well, I'm glad this mix-up is straightened out. For a while it really had me worried. Yeah. Now this territory will be able to rest easy with that gang of killers caught. I'm sure we'll meet again sometime, Sheriff. Adios. You, Indian. Speak up. Who is that masked armory your friend Phil Berry wanted to get back at? Him fellow who ride for law with Indian friend Tato. Him called Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Trenzel Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beemer, your announcer, Fred Foy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.