 of light, a cloud of dust and a high high of silver, the lull ranger. Indian companion Toto, the daring and resourceful mask rider 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 the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. The lull ranger rides again. Oh, Silver, let's go before the Silver, oh! And fights hard and fair, so in the ring you kids beware. He's dynamite because he knows he's got gold. No other cereal looks like Cheerios. It's shaped like little letter O's. No other cereal tastes like Cheerios. It's the only ready-to-eat cereal with this fresh toasted oat flavor. No other cereal is like Cheerios. You see Cheerios is made from oats, and every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle-building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals and proteins your body needs. Yes, the good things in a Cheerios breakfast do good things for your body. Help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones and muscles. Have Cheerios every morning. And you'll hear people say, He's feeling his Cheerios. A troop of United States cavalry rode leisurely along a trail in the hills near the town of Mill Rock. They were heading for Fort Leaton, and Major Adams, the commanding officer, allowed the Colonel's daughter Sally to accompany them on a surprise visit to her father. The Major rode with an Army scout who had just arrived. The scout was saying, I can't say where the Colonel would have his daughter come before this time. He doesn't know she's on the way. Her aunt talked me into bringing them. But they're with us, so that's that. Tell me, is there fear of an uprising? Yes, sure. Driver Command Chiefs under Big E. Hill has been shown signs of restlessness. They've been holding councils of war. I've learned that someone is supplying them with ribose enamination. Then the Colonel actually expects an attack on the fort. He thinks he's very posh. Lieutenant, come over here a moment. Yes, sir. The Major quickly discussed the situation with his aide, Lieutenant Barton. Then the Major said, Just before we left to come here, we received a dispatch from Colonel Harvey. He suggests we pitch camp in the vicinity of Mill Rock until we can locate a certain man who can guide us safely from there to the fort. Otherwise, we might run the risk of ambush. I remember such a dispatch. I believe he also explained how we were to reach the guide, he mentioned, didn't he? Yes, he said to send a message to a mission located about five miles south of Mill Rock. The Padre there will see that the message reaches the guide. I recall a description he gave of the man who'd come to guide us. He'll be wearing a black mask, a white stetson, and riding a big white stallion. That's right, sir. He's known as the Lone Ranger. Yes, also he carries a letter of identification from the Colonel. Yes, most likely he'd bring back a note we send, too. Oh, oh, and... Oh! Lieutenant, notify the Sergeant Major Will's camp for the night. Yes, sir. The scout left with a note for the Lone Ranger and rode toward the mission. Later in a shack hidden in the hills, Sandy Kenton rested on a cot while he waited for his partners to return. Sandy was tall and well-built, and his well-tanned regular features gave him a rugged outdoor look. A short time at West Point where he was expelled as undesirable gave him a certain smoothness of speech, as well as a strong feeling of hatred for the Army. Sandy looked up as the door opened. Hi, Sandy. We've got something that looks important. Yeah? What do you have? A silver spatula we took from an Army messenger who had set the sail from Mill Rock. You mean he wasn't going toward the fort? That's right. You mean the spatula? Yeah, it is. The enforcement, I see. Oh, this is important. Yeah? What's it say? Says to inform the Lone Ranger that a group of reinforcements are camp near Mill Rock, waiting for him to come leave them to Fort Leaton. It's signed by the commanding officer of the troop. Who is the Lone Ranger? Well, you dopey, but I've heard of him. A mass comrade right in the White Star. Oh, yeah, yeah. I remember hearing about him. He helps the law. That's right. He does, Red. He's very clever. He could spoil our plans to have the Indians ambush the troopers. We'll get plenty of gold from Big Eagle if it succeeds. Well, the Army, Father, we took the dispatch from his dead. So the mass comrade won't know he's wanted and won't show up. Somebody might find that trooper's body. Then another dispatch will be sent. Both of you go back, make certain the trooper's body isn't found. All right, see you. No, no, wait a minute, wait a minute. I just thought of something. What? This mule. I think that masked man should show up at the trooper's camp. Don't say that. What do you listen? I saw that low ranger once, not too long ago, wrote a big white stallion, wore a black mask and a white hat. But the important thing I noticed is that I'm just about his size and bill. Yeah, whatever. Well, during their raids on the ranches in the valley, Big Eagle's braves brought in a white stallion. Well, now with that, a black mask and a white step. I'll go to the troopers camp tomorrow afternoon and pass for the Lone Ranger. If I carry this dispatch with me, they'll have no reason to doubt my identity. Now go get rid of that scout's body. The following afternoon, Sally Harvey, the colonel's daughter, was talking to the major in his headquarters tent when Sandy Kenton, posing as the Lone Ranger, was ushered in. Here he is, Major. Mighty glad to see you, sir. I'm Major Adams. This is Miss Harvey, the colonel's daughter. How do you do? How do you do, Miss? I rode here, Major, as soon as I received your dispatch from the mission. I took it upon myself to suggest that your scout, the man who brought the message, stayed in the hills to watch for further development. Fine, fine. I've already passed out word that the man that to take any orders you see fit to give, sir. Thank you. You think you can get us through to the fort safely? Of course, Major. Just put yourselves in my hands and I'll get you through all right. Fort Leighton's only about 40 miles from here? Yes, I know, but the army's scouts have warned us to watch for an ambush by the Indians in the range of hills west of here. Don't worry. Leave everything to me. As a narrow valley through those hills, we'll be safe taking that route, I'm sure. Have the troop ready to leave at dawn, Major. I'll come back then to guide you to that valley. I was given to understand we could trust you completely. We'll do exactly as you suggest, sir. Good. Good. I'll do some scouting for a while. Be back in time to guide you to the fort. Good day, Miss Harvey, Major. Good night, Major. That evening, the lone ranger and toggle arrived at the outskirts of Milrock. Kata went to town for supplies. Soon he returned with news of the troopers' encampment. The lone ranger decided to go to offer his help at dawn. Later that night, the two crooks, Muley and Red, entered the shack where Sandy was waiting. They told the men and counter near the Apache village with two army scouts. One they had killed, the other escaped. Sandy thought a moment, then spoke. Oh, that means trouble. He'll report that he's seen Big Eagle's braves waiting in ambush. Now I'm not there. Go back to camp. The Major won't use the valley route. He'll realize I lied to him about it being safe. What are you going to do? There's only one other route the troop can take. We'll get in touch with Big Eagle. Have him move his braves from the valley to ambush the troopers on the other trail. In the headquarters camp at the camp, the Major's eyes flashed with anger as he talked to his aide. By the time the lieutenant, after what that wounded scout told us, it would be absolute suicide for us to go through the valley. I agree with you, sir. I said today I couldn't understand why that masked man... Ah, that masked man, he's a traitor to the country. How he gained the trust of so many is beyond me. But this time he's been found out. My orders are that the lone ranger to be arrested the minute he returns to this camp. He'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Jenny is ten and is she good? She's skip rope camp of the neighborhood. She's so quick because she knows. She's got gold power from Cheerios. Yes, she's got gold power. She's feeling her Cheerios. Cheerios. Cheerios. That makes sense. Try Cheerios, the wonderful oat cereal that shapes like a little apple, and you'll agree. You like that delicious toasted oat flavor and Cheerios is ready to eat. Just pour out a big bowl full. Add good fresh milk, dig in, and start getting your gold power because the Cheerios breakfast is full of vitamins, potions, and minerals. And those are the good things you need to help build red blood, healthy bodies, and strong muscles. So enjoy your breakfast every day with delicious Cheerios and milk and get that good gold power. Then folks will say... She's feeling her Cheerios. Now, gone the following morning, the lone ranger left Tahoe to wait in the nearby grove. Then rode openly along the trail leading to the camp. He drew rain as the guard challenged him. Ah! Oh, no, no! What's leading? Your commanding officer understands about the mask. I come to see him. Oh, no! Hold on. But what? Keep him covered. I'll take his gun. I don't understand, Mr. Genet. If you take me to your commanding officer... He won't see you. You set him up yesterday when you persuaded to listen to your plan to lead the troops into an ambush. Oh, there's some mistake I haven't been here before. Dying is a waste of time. Take those guns. The lone ranger stood with hands raised. The lieutenant unthinkingly stepped between the masked man and the guard, just long enough for the lone ranger to act. Moving fast, he dropped his hand to grab the gun, and at the same time, ripped the lieutenant's wrist. Swing him on. Sorry, Lieutenant, what? I have a gun to show back. Tell that guard to throw away his rifle. Hurry! No! Shoot if you want to. The shot will bring others. I give that guard the shot of three. Either he throws his rifle in the bushes or I... I'll do it. Oh, it's too lieutenant. He has the upper hand right now. Yes, sir. Perhaps you need to get a lift. Ready to join the lone ranger in his fast getaway from the camp. As they rolled the masked man told what had happened. When they had covered their trail enough for safety, they stopped on a hillside near the entrance to the narrow valley. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Look there. Move long slope. I'm Andy Fresh, Kimakami. In some reason they left here before dawn. Traveled by another route. That's right. The Indians near decided the same thing. Move to ambush them somewhere else. We'll do some scouting and find out where those Indians went. Move, hilly up! The ranger and the rifle rolled to the upper trail, the only other route to the fort. After riding the full length of the ridge, they reached the point where the upper trail curved down. They joined the one along the valley. Then the single route left form, led to a shallow river, which had to be crossed to reach the fort. They stopped on a bluff overlooking the river. Oh, it's a blow count. From among the trees on the bluff, the lone ranger scammed the territory beyond the river. Oh, the big girl of trees just beyond the other river bank. The cavalry would give that a wide berth. I don't think it... Oh, wait a minute. I see something on the edge of the grove. Two horsemen. While they're moving out on this, one wears the headdress of the Comanche Chief. The other... You look like a lone ranger. He must be the one who didn't chief raise hand. Make Indian sign. Do you know what the signs mean? I mean, say, have pale face in water. Tell us that's their plan. The river is wide at that point and stair deep. While the troopers are falling the river, the Comanches intend to rush out of hiding or massacre them. Ah. But if you cry warn, groupers, then not listen. I know. Hello, ride down the stream. Lost river beyond the bend and get to Fort Leaton. There, take the silver boat to Crow Highway. You remember you, I'm sure. Tell him the situation. You know what to do, now hurry. Um, what you do? I'll ride back along the trail to meet the troopers. And shoot him, maybe. I don't think so. I'm sure I can convince the commanding officer I didn't come to the camp yesterday. Anyway, I must take the rest to hold him back. Leave now for the fort. Uh-huh. Any old radios? Come on, come on. Woo-hoo! Meantime, Major Adams, Sally Harvey, and the Lieutenant rolled up the head of the cavalry troops. They had funneled the upper trails on the camp. Suddenly, the Major pointed the head, exclaiming, Look, a rider coming towards his gallop. Major, take a good look. They sure that's the man. What are these lights there? Oh! You, Major. Oh, wait. Keep your guns straight on him, but take him alive. A man certainly had courage to open the boat the entire trip. Listen to me for a moment. Yesterday, I tried to do. Today, I know you to be a traitor. The man you saw yesterday was an imposter. Major, I'm put under guard. This is another trick of the day. This is no trick. I came to war and helped you. After what happened this morning, why should I risk my life if I were not telling the truth? Major, wait a minute. There is something different about this man. His voice is rich and deep. And as a girl, I can't help but notice these more hands than even knowing where that man is. Why, even his gun don't revolve so different. Well, thank you, Miss. Major, I carry a letter of identification signed by Carl Harvey. You know my father. Carl Harvey's a friend of mine. Here's the sign, letter, Major. Let me look at that. This does identify you as a low ranger. Miss Harvey has missed your father's handwriting. Yes, yes, it is, Major. Let's prove the other man wasn't an imposter. Mr. I'm sorry we misunderstood. You say you came to warn us and to help? Yes. The Comanches are in a thick grove just beyond the river. They plan to catch your troops in midstream. Oh, how terrible. They would have massacred all of us. I thought of a plan to tell the tables on the Indians, Major. If you're willing to listen, of course. We'll do whatever you suggest, sir. What's your plan? We'll leave this trail here, right north beyond the bend in the river. Then we'll... Later, Sandy Canton is still dressed as the low ranger's good military near the edge of a grove across the river talking to his partner, Red. The white horse was grazing nearby. Red, those troops should have reached the river long before this. Yeah, something much to delay them. Big Eagle promised us plenty of gold for helping plan this. They'll give the rivals the horses, of course. I sure know Big Eagle did get... Oh, that was a bugle. But it didn't sound like it came from the south of the river. They should have fallen for it. Super's are coming down the riverbank on this side. This side. They must have been kicked off by Scouts. But there are enough Comanches to take care of them. Yeah, not a bugle, man. That sound came from the west toward the fort. A group coming over the hill from the west. Cavalry before leaving. Super's are moving in on the road from up to the side. Yeah! The troopers from the fort combined with the cavalry reinforcements. The Indians were upnumbered almost two to one. Moreover, many of the Indians blacked rivals. Because the army forces were moving in from two sides, the savages had little chance of escape and fought back desperately. Sandman can't even realize the Comanches were fighting a losing fight. He decided to make a break for the river. Getting back. Yeah, yeah! Sandeep forgot his moon ranger disguise and didn't realize the white horse and black mask made him conspicuous as he raced to reach the river. The moon ranger helping to fight back the furious onslaught of the frenzy Comanches heard the manger shout to him, That goes in faster! The other man's plan is getting away! I'll get him! I'll kill him! But these two were readily responded to his master's urgent fire and Gallop's pursuit of the fleeing cook. The troopers stared in confusion as the two masked fighters raced by it. Sandeep went back and seen the moon ranger behind him. And he just gone in a panic attempt to stop his pursuers. Galloping horse spoiled his aim and the bullets went wild. That's a big blow! Most certainly! Without lessening his speed, Sandeep forced his horse to punch into the water. He moved alongside. The moon ranger reached out and blanked Sandeep on the saddle. You're doomed now! Place a blow to the moon ranger's chin. I'll kill you! It has to quiet you! Oh! Sandeep went underwater a moment from the force of the blow. The moon ranger grasped him firmly, then held him under. He seemed to walk here. For a few moments, Sandeep's captain was held under the water, then brought up momentarily for air. And lowered again until he was gasping for breath. He's a traitor! I'll take him to the fort and have the turtle handle his case. Hey, Maccabi? Now, people know truth. Troopers captured two other cooks who helped him. He'll ever try to bring this grace to the moon ranger again. I promise you that, son. Oh, thank you! Maccabi! I thought you were safe in the wagon with your hands a mile north of here. Sorry, major. But I just had to see the fight. I watched them to hear about their... Mr. H-I'm sure Dad will want to recommend you for a medal for what you've done. If you'll come with us to the fort... Oh, please, dear my regards, your father, Ms. Harvey, as to medals I have no use for one. I'm glad we were able to help. We'll see you off the fort sometime, I... I'll turn this trader over to you, major. Wonderful, handsome man. Nothing seems to scare him. Except a certain look that comes into a woman's eyes, Ms. Harvey. He noticed the way you were looking at him and decided to leave in a hurry. But you'll find that many of the officers at the fort are handsome and... susceptible. Major, I don't think any man will ever make me forget the moon ranger. Oh, dear! We turn in just a moment for a word about our next exciting moon ranger adventure, stolen money. God, champions are made not born! Yes, sir! Get on your way, get on your way, get on your way with Wheaties! So it gives a guy a lift knowing that champions are made, not born. For instance, let's trace the inspiring story of Al Rosen, famed Cleveland Indian slugger. Let's go back when Al was small, an average boy, no chance at all. He practiced hitting, third base play, and ate his Wheaties every day. Just as champs get on their way, the day Al smacks that ball a mile, the leading Wheaties all this while. By Al Rosen's been eating Wheaties since he was a little guy 22 years ago. Plenty of power all right in Wheaties. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheatie's plate. Now, Al fucking here's a pick! An uncle vowed to capture a killer named Ozark Lyle, of the outlaw plan to cheat both justice and the moon ranger. You'll enjoy this next exciting adventure and its thrilling climax. Be sure to listen. The chapter of the Moon Ranger Incorporated is created by George W. Trenble, produced by Trenble Campbell Mure Incorporated, directed by Charles D. Livingston, and edited by Flan Stryker. The part of the Moon Ranger is played by Grace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Foy. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, at this same time, be sure to listen. Someone has come to you from Detroit. This is ABC Radio Network.