 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hyo silver! The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the ready-to-eat oat cereal that gives you go-power, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! For your health's sake, enjoy a big bowl full of cereal and milk every morning. Quick to prepare, economical to serve, and delicious to eat. It's nature's winning combination for flavor and nutrition. Every serving of cereal and milk gives you essential vitamins, minerals, and quickly available food energy. Every serving gives you the delicious flavor of your favorite cereal and the cool refreshment of fresh whole milk. Yes, cereal and milk are natural partners working for you, so put them to work on your breakfast table every morning. It's the energy way to start the day. Niacin, iron, firemen, protein, calcium, all the vital nutrients you need for work or play are to be found in one ounce of good grain cereal and one half cup of milk. So remember cereal and milk when you plan breakfast. Make them an important part of every breakfast you serve. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mask writer 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, Silver! Let's go because I am Silver! Sure and Toto were traveling west along an old Spanish trail which had been blazed across the southern part of the United States during the 16th century. Oh, it's a cow! The sunny cactus-strutter trail brought them to the outskirts of El Paso. There they separated. The mask man headed for a campsite they had used many times before while Toto rode on to town to buy supplies. When the Indian joined his masked friend, he had several newspapers as well as provisions. After a light sufferer, the Lone Ranger read the papers. As he turned the pages of the Greenville Buble, the name of an old friend caught his eye. Oh, quite as newspaper article, Sheriff Bill Butcham is seriously ill. That's very bad. Him Sheriff of Greenville, long time. Let me see, yes, 15 years next month. I heard a lot about him before we met him. Nearly five years ago, we helped him round up crooks who break out of prison near Greenville. Yes, there's been a little crime in Greenville since then. When Bill Butcham runs Sheriff's office, it's good town for crooks to stay away from. He and his brother Tom have done a lot to make it prosperous. You do not remember Tom, Butcham? He organized the Greenville Bank. We'll stay here tonight, Tom, with the rest of the horses. In the morning, we'll start for Greenville. Greenville. Two days' travel from here. By the time we arrive, I hope Bill Butcham's completely recovered. The Lone Ranger's hope for the Sheriff's recovery was not to be realized. Bill Butcham had contracted a severe case of pneumonia, and in spite of the local doctor's best efforts to save him, he died that day. Hours after his death, Bach leaders, the owner of the King of Spades Cafe, held a conference in his office. Expert gunslingers and drifting cowhands named Mohawk, Elk, Tobi and Yuma helped themselves to the box of fine cigars the tall lantern-jawed cafe owner offered them. As he held a match to a fragrant Havana, Mohawk eyed Bach leaders shrewdly. What's the idea, Bill? You've never been so open-handed with drinks and cigars before. I haven't had anything to celebrate for the last 15 years. What are you celebrating now? Sheriff Whitcomb's death. Sheriff's death? A lot of folks in town are downright sorry he's dead. I'm not one of them. This town was wide open before he took over the Sheriff's office. That's right. A fellow could get away with anything. Short of murder. Things are sure quieted down, man. Thanks to Whitcomb. No thanks to him for my money. With Whitcomb's death, there's no law in Greenville anyway. There will be. Inside of 24 hours. How do you figure that? Whitcomb's chief deputy quit a month ago to go back east. I sure have got sick before he had a chance to hire anybody else. I'm Whitcomb and the rest of the leading citizens in town are planning to hold a special election this afternoon to elect a new sheriff. I thought Whitcomb might take over the job. Maybe he'll be elected. No, he doesn't want it. He's got enough to do running the bank. Who do you think will get the election? I don't know and I don't care. But there's one thing sure. What's that? Whoever wins the election will have a lot to learn about the job. You'll find out. I think it'll take him at least a month to learn the role. Meanwhile, I have a few plans that won't make the job any easier for him. Throw in with me and we'll all get rich quick. Oh, we'll start by robbing the bank. Then we'll rob the rest of the places in town with cash enough to make it worthwhile. That's your scheme. It's a good one, too. By striking fast, we'll be able to get away with a fortune for the new sheriff knows what's happened. Maybe so. Maybe nothing, it's a sure thing. You're not willing to go along with me, say so. We'll never have another chance as good as this one. That's right. I'll go along with you, but... I figured I could count on you, Mohawk. What about you three? Been a long time since I've had any easy money. If there's no risk, count me in. Yeah, me too. You with us, Yuma? Yeah. Good. And we're all set. As soon as we go into action, the night after the election, we'll wait until the pound's quieted down. Then, head for the bank. By eleven o'clock that night, the election was over and the ballots counted. Pete Quinn, the editor of the Greenville Jubile, was elected sheriff. He was promptly sworn in and buffed leaders was one of the first to congratulate him. You make a first-rate sheriff, Pete. Thanks, buff. I'll do my best anyway. Leaving the sheriff's office, Pete Quinn went directly to the comfortable house Tom Whitcomb had shared with his brother Bill. Tom, I don't know why I was elected, but you're handy with a gun, you're young, healthy, and smart. If I can run the sheriff's office half as well as Bill did, I'd be mighty glad you're taking over. Big John, have a lot to learn. He had everyone in town who'd do everything possible to help you. I'll need plenty of help. Now, I'll run along. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night, Tom. Good night, Pete. At three o'clock that night, the streets were deserted. The leaders opened the back door of his darkened cafe. Mohawk, Elk, Toby, and Yuma followed them to a rear window in the bank. We're out along an iron bar so we'll have no trouble forcing the lock to the other keys. Are you sure you'll be able to open this safe? Well, I'm a little out of practice if I don't have to work too fast, I'll manage. Here we are. Down. It takes care of the lock. Now the window. Yuma, you stand guard out here just to make sure no one takes us by surprise. All right. The rest of us will go inside. Come on. After taking all the currency and gold in the safe, Bob and his friends left the bank. They hurried to a nearby Cottonwood Grove, where the far-sighted cafe owner had horses waiting for them. Another half-hour it'll be daylight. He took long enough to open the safe. Oh, what are you complaining about? I got it open, didn't I? Take a saddle, boy. Head for eyeglass trick in the hills. We'll hide our tracks in the creek, then head back to town one at a time. Come on. Get up! Late the following night, the lone ranger and Tahoe reached Greenville. They didn't know that their friend Sheriff Bill Whitcomb had been buried that afternoon. And they knew nothing of the robbery that had occurred the night before. Whiting slowly through the dark streets, the masked man kept his steps in low over his eyes to conceal his mask. As they near the Whitcomb house, they passed several townsmen who eyed them suspiciously. We not think we meet so many fellas. Neither did I, Tahoe, help none of them notice my mask. A shadow from hat-brim hide mask. But fellas looked pretty suspicious. Then keep hands close to guns. Well, here's the Whitcomb house. Who's got it? It's me. Wait here with horses, King of Sunbeam. All right, Tahoe. I'll lock up the kitchen door. Yes, sir. That is strangers. I want to talk to you, too. You have gun and hand. He's covering us. Yes, keep your hands away from your holsters while I... Great Caesar's ghost. Your mask. Hit and cover, Pete. Don't let him get away. Why go to those two right in the town? All right, stand back, boys. I've got the dropper, huh? What's the idea of holding guns on us? Why not do wrong till the moonlight struck your face? I thought you might be two strangers. But that man... You're wearing a sheriff's badge. That's right. I'm the law in this town. What about Sheriff Whitcomb? We buried him this afternoon. Still Whitcomb is dead? Don't act dumb, mister. You and your pal knew he was dead. That's why you figured you could get away with that bank robbery last night. And the express office robbery early this evening. Sheriff Whitcomb was a fraud. I'm sorry to learn of his death. Stop at time, Pete. We'll help you disarm them. Come on, boys. Close in on the Masked Man of Red Skin. We'll show them we still got law and orders this time. Come on out. Keep back, boys. I'll handle it. We'll take over. We'll hang the scum. No! We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. 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As the angry Tomsmen closed in on the lone ranger and Toto, Pete Quinn did his best to calm them. Then suddenly the kitchen door of the Whitcomb house opened. Tom Whitcomb stood in the opening holding a shotgun. They go without mask man. Tom, give me your hand. This crowd glints crazy. Get back all the way or you'll stop butt shots. You heard Tom. I'm back in his place. I was saddened with a mask cook. We thought you were an honest chair. He is honest and so is the last man. He's the lone ranger. What? Is Indian friend his name? Clado, lone ranger. That's right. Well, I'll be just... You can't hear that. And you jughead would have lynched him. Now come out of here. Go back to your home. All right. Come on, boys. Now that the crowd's dispersing, come inside, mister. I have a lot to tell you. Very well, Tom. You come in too, Pete. Thanks. Now me stay out here. Watch the cops. Thanks, Clado. I didn't know about Bill when I came here, Tom. Clado, I hoped to see him. He was sick just about a week when he died. I'm sorry. Everyone in town feels that way, mister. We miss him. When we were outside, you said something about a robbery, Sheriff. Yeah. Crooks robbed the bank last night. He got away with $2,000 worth of gold. And $30,000 in cash. Tonight, two fellas broke into the Wells Fargo office. They got $5,000. I thought you were still out with the Posse looking for him, Pete. Well, I got back to town 20 minutes ago. Did you lose their trail? Yeah. The Posse spread out in the hills to try to pick up the tracks. It's almost like a crime wave hit town. As soon as Crooks found out Bill was dead, they cut loose. When did Bill die? Well, yesterday afternoon. Last night, sometime between midnight and day, break the bank was robbed. News travel rapidly. Not that rapidly. What do you mean? Bill's death couldn't have anything to do with these robberies. I think it has everything to do with him. Crooks know I'm new in office. How long would it take for Bill Whitcomb's death to reach nearby towns? Oh, a day or so. I see what you're driving at, mister. There hasn't been time enough for the news to get around. I'd like to go to the Wells Fargo office to examine the tracks you found. Come on. I'll show them to you. I'm coming with you. I don't know if you'll be able to do a better job at trailing than we did, mister. But I sure hope so. My Indian friend Tonnell will be able to help us. We're heading for the Wells Fargo office, Tonnell. How about coming with us? Hey, gunshots! Sound like gunshots fire down that way. Well, we'll see what happens. A few minutes later, the lone ranger Tom Whitcomb, Sheriff Pete Quinn and Tonnell reached the open doorway of Hank Murphy's general store. The wounded in the shoulder, the big red-faced Irishman leaned against the doorframe. Watching a coat 45, he could no longer fire. Easy, easy, Hank. Dirty evens, perpine. With any luck at all, I'd have killed him. Instead of just wound him. What happened, Hank? Bill, with the bank robb last night, the Wells Fargo office broken into it tonight. I figured they'd better stand watch in the store. Oh, steady. Come inside and sit down. Oh, boy. I'm all right. It's Landoc Ocean. She's a masked old man. This man is the lone ranger. A good ranger. What about the man you shot? Stuart McBullet hit him in the leg. I was trying to bring him down when he shot me. We'll go after him. He'll track the fellow who bumped him a buddy and pick himself up, try to run. We'll follow those tracks. You want to land him? The moonlight's bright enough. Come on, fellow. I'll get a doctor for Hank. I'm with you, mister. This is one coyote who won't get away from us. At that moment, Tobi, the wounded thief, reached the locked door leading from the alley to Buck's leader's office in the cafe. He rattled the knob and pounded on the door. Buck! Buck, let me in! Buck! Hurry, Buck! What's the idea? Put him long enough to open the door. Close it quick. What happened? I stopped the bullet. I can see that. I'll kill Hank Murphy for it, too. Well, sit down. I've got to get a doctor. If I'd known you were mixed up in the gunplay, I'd have known that trigger-happy Irishman would be sitting in his store in the dark waiting for trouble. As soon as I tried to force the lock on the back door of his place, he snatched it open for the inside. Let me have it. Too bad it didn't kill you. What? I told you and the rest of the boys to pull no jobs unless I ordered them. But I... Alkenjuma got away with Robin the Well's fargo office just like I told him. Then they headed for the hills. They'll be back any minute. You and Mohawk were to wait until midnight before Robin the Gamblin halts down the street. Well, I... Hey, someone's at the door. At the door to the cafe. Huh? Oh, it's Mohawk. That's a good thing for you, it is. But my foot unhurt. Ah, shut up. Hey, Buff, I... Toby, what's your trouble? Oh, we got a smart and stopped lead. So that's what brought the sheriff and the red skin here, huh? The sheriff? Where is he? He just came into the cafe with an engine. He looks like he's geared for trouble. So I figured I'd better let you know and you let him here, Toby. I didn't mean to, Buff. I was hurt to deal with you later. But I didn't know where else to go. It's too sense I'd kill you now and get it over with. Kill me. Why are you angry for that gun you double-crossing tin horn? I'm a lot faster than you are. Ah, now wait a minute, Buff. You're covered. So keep your hands away from that holster. Get his gun, Mohawk. Yeah, sure. Sorry, Toby. What's the idea? It's taking my gun. No, what, Buff? Keep him covered and get him out of here. Take him away from town. I'll get him out of town if I can. You'd better get him out of your own trouble and if you're far enough away, take care of him. Huh? I got no use for a man who can't take orders. Oh, Bill. What's the matter? Sheriff. If you like a son and you'll stop a bullet. Open the door, Buff. I want to talk to you. Sure, sure thing, Sheriff. Just a minute. Back way, Mohawk. You'd better unlock the door so I can keep Toby covered all right. All right, all right, but we got to work fast. Open this door, Buff, or I'll shoot the rock off. Just a minute, Sheriff. There. I'll clear out Mohawk. What? Let's open this door. All right, Sheriff. I'm coming. Oh, well, on Toby Moog. I'm not going anywhere. You'll kill me. You heard Buff get dog. You're not going anywhere. Hey, what's the matter? Save me! Help me! As the low wanger stepped from the shadows, holding it down, Toby dropped to his knees in the open doorway. Mohawk fired at the newcomer, but he was an instant too late. His shot went wild. As the silver bullet smashed his gun. Out of my way, Toby. In the office, Buff reached for the gunny and holstered to unlock the door. No! The masked man co-proped again. He'll set the door down. Buff fell back with a bullet in the arm, as Pete Quinn and Tatto threw their weight against the office door. I heard Buff don't shoot. Hapsotting with fear, Toby pleaded for his life as the masked man stepped to the doorway. Don't kill me, please, Mr. Mohawk and Buff were going to kill me. You two are covered, but don't try a fast move. Well, Mr. You've got everything under control. Okay, we're going to kill me. Toby, you're wounded in the leg. Why? You're the other one, Hank Murphy shot. That's right, Pete. Mohawk and I were going to turn him over to the law. You dirty lion double-crosser. You were going to kill me. You're a lion. You can't get away with this, Buff. I'll tell everything I know. And who'll believe a thief? I'll back every word I say. Buff's the teller you want, Pete. He got the idea of robbing the bank, and he sent Elk and Yuma to rob the Wells Fargo office tonight. That's another lie. The bank money's locked in your desk. What's more, Elk and Yuma will be back here any minute with a Wells Fargo cash. They'll knock on the back door three times. It's a signal. That's not true. I don't know whether it is or not after I've searched your desk. I'll keep these men covered, Toto, while you take care of their wounds. A few minutes later, the sheriff found the money stolen from the bank in Buff's desk. Then, as soon as the prisoners' wounds had been bandaged, Pete and Toto took them to jail. Five minutes later, the lone ranger came to the jail with Elk and Yuma. Tom Whitcomb was with the mask man. Inside, you two? The cell's waiting for you, Toto. You got him. Yes. They knocked on the back door of the cafe a few minutes after you and Toto left, Pete. By that time, I was with the mask man. We got them both. And here's the Wells Fargo cash. That's all we need. Come on, Elk, you two, Yuma. Come on, inside. I think this will end your trouble, Pete. I'm much obliged to you and Toto, Mr. We may see you again. May I go back to your place? Time to get our horses. You're fine. Good luck in your new job, Pete. Thanks, Mr. Howdy-o. Howdy-o, Sheriff. Come on. Then thanks again. I'll see you later, Pete. I still don't, Sammy. What happened? I can tell you in mighty few words what happened, Elk. You and your pals just met the lone ranger. The lone ranger, a copyrighted feature of the lone ranger incorporated, is produced by Trenville Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of the lone ranger is played by Brace Beemer, your announcer, Fred Floyd. Listen to the lone ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time. The lone ranger is played by Brace Beemer, your announcer, Fred Floyd. Listen to the lone ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.