 Recording, General Mills, makers of Wheaties, breakfast of champions, and Cheerios, the old cereal ready to eat, presents, The Lone Ranger! A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hockey-hio silver! The Lone Ranger! With his faithful Indian companion total, the daring and resourceful mask rider 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! Oh boy, ride that bug! Who is it, Lone Ranger? That's champion Bob Burrows. Watch him stay in that saddle. We sure make it look easy. Well, you know it isn't. Rock busting is hard to do, harder to learn. Take Bob Burrows. I know he started riding as a youngster. He took his share of spills, but he kept at it. And he kept in condition, including eating his wheaties. In fact, now that Bob Burrows is a champion, he still eats wheaties. Plenty of practice, plenty of the right food. That's sound advice for anyone hoping to be a champion. It sure is, Lone Ranger, because champions are made, not born. And there's a good solid reason why wheaties can give you the energy to go a long, long way. It's this. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every wheatie's flake. A whole kernel of wheat. The cereal grain that's famous for energy. Champions are made, not born. Get on your way with Wheaties. Breakfast of champions. Shortly after nine o'clock, Roxy Duffy, his brother in life, and two other outlaws, drew rain in the darkness behind the bank in Hilo Bay. As they dismounted, Roxy said, We're in luck, boys. Nobody saw us coming to town. Oh. Chuck, go get that iron bar from your saddlebag and use it to force the lock on the bank door. Right, boss. Now, you and Chuck, go come into the bank with me. What about Blaze, Roxy? You'll stay with the horses and stand guard till we come out with a cage. Good idea. That way you'll be able to sound the line if anything goes wrong. Yeah. We'll be defending on your blaze to keep your eyes open. Oh, worry, Roxy. I'll do my part. Good. I'll start to work on the door. Go ahead. I hope Chuck, too, will be able to get the safe open without making a lot of noise. I've already found out about the safe in this bank. It'll be as easy to open as a tin can. Are you sure? It's not like the new ones in the heavenly east. This is an old junker that should have been thrown away a long time ago. There's never been a robbery around here, so I reckon the bank had thought it was all right to go on using it. You know, it'll teach you my lesson. Yeah, if you're right, we should have no trouble. No trouble at all. Yeah, unless some juggy comes along and sees the horses back here, gets suspicious. I know what to do if that happens, Roxy. Hey, Roxy, the door's open. Now, let's go. Who do I wear? As the three thieves worked in the bank, Dr. John North approached town. He was returning from a sick call at a nearby ranch, and as his faithful horse drew his light wagon along the familiar shortcut that led home, Doc looked forward to a hot meal and a quiet evening. His horse, Andy, was just as eager to reach the comfort of food and home. Come on, boys. He cut into an alley behind the cafe at the edge of town to move past the back door of the hotel, the sheriff's office, several boarding houses and restaurants, and the rear of the bank, which was just a few doors from his own barn. Then Doc noticed the four horses, round-hitched behind the bank. A moment later, he heard a sharp command. What's it? Hold on for a while, bro. You hold that way. Hold it. Now hit the ground and keep your hands up. All right, all right. I know what to argue with a gun. Who are you? Someone you'd be sorry you met. What? Too bad you came along just now. Come on, hurry up. We're all set players, shot to open the safe, and we can get them. What? They use this. What happened, boys? A man was wagging past here when he spotted a horse. I stopped him. All right, that's bad. Plenty bad. Who are you? Bank robbers. Who are you? That needn't concern you. You ought to shoot him, Roxie. You know, I shot at bringing everyone in town to investigate. If a gun plays out, what do we do with him? Crack him on the head. Right. As Blaze drove forward with his gun raised to strike a blow, Doc stepped back, realizing that he might be able to prevent the escape of the bandits. He decided to risk running for shelter. He turned quickly and raced for cover, shouting. Hey, you bank robbers! He's getting away. He's heading for the side of the building. Let him have it. He's out of sight. Did you get it? Yeah, but I don't know how badly he's hit. Hey, it sounds like the whole town's turning up hot up. Get going, the battle's fast. Get him! Get him! As the outlaws hurried their horses, Sheriff Tom Leslie opened the back door of his office, half a block from the bank. He saw the outlaws approaching and drew back out of sight until they passed the office. Get him! Get him! Then the sheriff opened fire. As he triggered his guns, knocked north breathlessly, entered the front door of the office. Sheriff! You're doing the shooting. Yeah, but my gun's empty now. What happened to your arm, Doc? Those poor cats gun me. It's a flesh wound. I hit one of them in the back, but they're out of range now. How are you, Lou? I heard the shooting outside. When I opened the back door, I saw those fellas riding away. They robbed the bank. I go after them as soon as I get my horse and the livery stable. I walked into the stable with you. What about your wounds? It's not serious, Sheriff. You better take care of it. First tell me all you know about the whole love, Doc. Doc had barely finished his brief narrative of what had happened when they saw Jim Owens approaching on the run. As the heavy-set banker near them, the sheriff called. Hey there, Mr. Owens. Hey! Oh, it's you, Sheriff, and Doc. What's the shooting mean? Poor man robbed the bank. Robbed it? Oh, great. Scott, I'll go there and see how much they stole. Yeah, we'll go with you. After the banker completed a hasty examination of the safe, the sheriff asked how much was stolen. They don't take time to get the exact amount, but they took at least $15,000 cash as well as several thousand dollars in gold. Hey, hey, that's a lot of money. Sheriff, you've got to recover it. I'll do my best, Ellis. I'll recruit a posse who will pick up the trail of those fellas behind the bank. Two deputies and several townsmen joined the sheriff behind the bank and volunteered for posse duty. When they found the tracks they were looking for, each man left to saddle his own mount. Returning to the meeting place behind the bank, they began the task of trailing no four thieves. All right, man. Let's go. The tracks were clear and easy to follow in the moonlight until they reached the Apache Hills some distance from town. There, the tracks were lost on hard ground. Yeah, boys, one thing's sure. Those crooks were in these hills somewhere. Yeah, but where? How we find them? We'll spread out. Cover the ground carefully. Sooner or later, the polecats were after we'll ride over some soft ground with their tracks on show. Tracks will be easy to recognize. One of those horses has a worn shoe. That's right, Hank. Only you'll be on the lookout for it. All right, man. The sheriff was alone when he saw the tracks of two horses on the trail. He dismounted and studied them. Neither one of these horses has a worn shoe? Deciding that the outcores may have split up in the hills, the sheriff made up his mind to follow the tracks. He mounted quickly. Though Tom Bustry didn't know it, the tracks he followed were those of the Great Horse Silver and Tato's Paithorse Scout. The masked man and his Indian friend were camped in a well-concealed area in the Apache Hills. The fire was low and they were about to turn in for the night when they heard the sound of movement in the underbrush a short distance away. They listened for a moment. Then Tato said, Someone come this way. He's moving carefully. I'm not careful enough. Me hear him. They're good. The shillers, those trees watch for him. You can see fire in horses. Yes, but we'll have a chance to see him before he finds us. Tom Bustry's guns were drawn when he stepped into the ember lift clearing. He looked at the two horses tethered nearby and let the gear on the ground. Then, suddenly, up your gun, Sheriff. What's up? You covered? Leave the shoulder of trees and you're a perfect target. Oh, I'll, I'll host to my guns. There. Now show yourselves. Gladly. What? Your mask? Yes, and you're wearing a sheriff's badge. I'm Tom Bustry's sheriff for Healer Bend. Who are you and what's a mask mean? It doesn't put me on the wrong side of the law. No one but a law dodger would cover his face. I'm not an outlaw. I don't believe it. I do know you're not the outlaws I'm after right now. What? As soon as I saw your horses, I knew you two hadn't robbed the bank. But who did? Four fellas pulled the robbery. I lost their trail in the foothills. When I found the tracks of your horses, I figured they'd split into pairs. I expected to find two of them here, but, you know, I reckon I followed the wrong horses. That's right. Now it's your turn to answer questions about that man. How did I came here because we heard the Duffy brothers in their gang had been seen in this part of the country. Duffy brothers, eh? I've heard of them. So have a lot of other lawmen. They're wanted for a number of bank robberies and two murders. What do you want with them? A chance to put them in prison, where they belong. So you have a grudge against them? You still think I'm an outlaw? Well, I have no reason to think otherwise. Perhaps this letter will change your mind. Here, read it. What's a letter got to do with it? Hey, this is unofficial paper. The seal of the state's at the top. You will recognize the signature. The governor. Great day. Yeah, let's see. As to whom it may concern, this will identify the letter. Tom Bestry read the letter in wide-eyed surprise. Then he studied the signature carefully and the seal at the top of the heavy-bond stationery. As he folded it, he said... No, I reckon it's no forgery. Here you are, Mr. Thanks. According to that letter, you can further identify yourself by the bullets in your gun bin. Here's one, Chef. Thanks. It's silver, all right. Now you believe Mask Man, no ranger? I believe it, and I'm proud to meet you. I'm sorry I made a mistake. When I saw the mask, I... I don't blame you, Chef. I carry that letter because many lawmen react to the mask the same way. Now, I suppose you share our campfire and tell us more about the bank robbery. The curtain falls on the first act of our lone ranger adventure. Before the next exciting theme, please come at us for pause for just a few moments. The maid's not far. Yes, sir. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with Weedys. It helps a guy feel confident just knowing that champions are made, not born. Otto Graham, famed quarterback for the Cleveland Browns, made himself a champ. Listen, young Otto on his way to fame found football was no sissy game. He took power and speed and head work, too. And Graham learned, as champions do, that Weedys help a guy come through. Now Otto passes for that score and still eats Weedys even more. Otto Graham's been calling the right breakfast signal for 23 years, a big bowl of Weedys. He man breakfast? There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Weedys plate. Touchdown Otto, let's go, boys! Hey, hey, hey! He's on his way, on his way, get on your way with Weedys. Cross champions are made, not born. Yes, sir. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with Weedys. Breakfast of champions. To continue. When the sheriff finished his account of the robbery and healer band, the lone ranger asked, Sheriff, did you see the faces of those writers? Not well enough to describe them, but I'd recognize their horses, why? I wonder if they were the Duffy brothers and their friends. What makes you think they might be? Your description of the way the safe was opened. Duffy has a cracksman named Choctaw who might have done that job. Tunnel will need scouting silver. Let me get him. What are you going to do? Join your manhunt. On our way to this campsite, Tunnel and I passed an old shack in the stand of evergreen trees. Several men have been living there recently. We saw their gear when we stopped this afternoon to investigate. You think they pulled the bank robber? We found the tracks of four horses outside the shack. One of those horses had a worn shoe. Then there are men, the ones I've been trailing. They aren't the worn shoe as a coincidence that needs explaining. Now, silver and ready to march. Good, we'll head for the shack now. I'll look for my boys. We'll meet you there. Fine, easy, sit and make a call. Come on, Tato. You ready? Come on, Tato! Later that night, the masked man and Tato were traveling uphill. They were about two miles from the old shack when they heard a rider approaching. They threw rain. Look, take plenty of big chants. Riding horses so fast downhill, over ground like this. Whoever he is, he's in a hurry. He'd be a sheriff. The sheriff was the muse at the shack. Well, that's right. Then move back off the trail until that rider comes to view. He's happy. Come on, Tato. The long ranger and Tato moved from the uneven rock-strewn trail to the cover of screening brush and trees. From their place of concealment, they watched the approaching rider recklessly spur his horse downhill. Then he reached a place where the trees bordering the trail thinned. Brilliant moonlight sharply illuminated the horse and rider. The lone ranger recognized the man in the saddle. Tato, it's Roxby Duffy. Let me see him... him kill horse riding like that. He's also risking his own worthless neck. We'll do the horse the law of favor right now. We'll stop Duffy before he rides past us. Ride Duffy, draw rain! Who are you? We've met before. I've no time to waste. If you have anything to say, step out where I can see you and talk fast. Oh, sure, myself. As we're talking, I've only one thing to say. You've reached the end of the trail. You? What are you doing in these parts? Tato and I followed you from Indian territory. Why don't we cover up tracks? You did a good job of it. We lost your tracks. And how did you... We had to make inquiries about you after we lost your trails. We learned that you, your brother, and your two pals have been seen around here. Now, we've pulled a lot... No pirating for your gun? I got away from you once and I'll do it again. Don't reach for that holster! I'm gonna get you! Oh! Now dismount! My hand did crease me. You local goper gun. I wouldn't have tried out drawing you, but I had to risk it. It was my only chance. Hit the gun. All right. Now listen, mister. Where are the rest of your men? I... I... I think you don't have to talk. This trail leads directly to a shack in the hills above. You must have come from there. All right, take you to the gantoro. No. Let me get it. Was the bank robbery and healer bend your work? Well, I... Did Choctaw crack that safe? Now listen, mister, I'll talk. But tell everything you want to know. If you'll help me get a doctor first, my brother's hurt. Where is he? At the shack. Plays in Choctaw with him. But they don't know how to treat bullet wounds. Knife will die at that Lord Org's lab. The bank guard you murdered in Big Rock had wives and children, Roxy. Now that your brother's life's in danger, you may understand how hard it is to lose someone you love. I didn't kill those guards. Blaze and Choctaw did the shooting. You're as guilty as they are. Knives to my brother. I can't let him die. Mister, please. Toto. Uh-huh. Hurry to town and bring the doctors to the shack at once. Man's life may depend on him reaching the shack quickly. Me, sir. Ride fast, engine, and don't wish any time. Oh, me, hurry. Here you go. Here, Father. Now, where's the loot from the bank robbery? In my saddlebags. I didn't leave it at the shack because I couldn't trust Choctaw and Blaze to stay there once they had their share. Come on. Well, they go to the shack now. You know something about bullet wounds, mister. Maybe you'll be able to help Knife. I'll do what I can for him until the doctor arrives after I've dealt with the rest of your gang. Hit the saddle, Roxy, and don't try to make a break. Easy. I'll not make trouble, mister. I'm late and I know it. Here's the loot. All right, go on. Eat it. Come to the loot. All right. Roxy Duffy and the lone ranger reach the lighted shack a short time later. Oh, no, no, no. Easy. You better be talking. Walk ahead of me, Roxy. All right. When you reach the door, don't try to sound an alarm. I promise I'll not try anything. To make sure you don't, I'll have my gun planted at your back. You don't have to do that. I'm disarmed. As soon as the door's open, move into the shack and step aside. Fast. I know. You're playing a surprise, boys. Right. I'll lead the way. Roxy followed orders. He opened the door and stepped inside. The masked man was behind him with a colt in each hand. Hey, what's up? The masked man. He's covering you, too, so don't make the mistake I didn't try and reach him for your guns. Roxy, double cross. I knew you shouldn't have risked showing yourself in town. We told you you were local to sell sauce. Sure, but you had to go for a duck. I had to save my... Roxy. Roxy. Take it easy, now. The duck will be here. Keep your hands up, charcoal. You two blaze. Roxy, we have you to thank for this. I didn't want my to die because you're one of the saved him blaze and I'll go to jail. Maybe hang. Well, I'll not be captured. Don't try it, charcoal. I'll try anything. Silver bullets smashed charcoal's weapon as it cleared the holster. Blaze was reaching for his own gun when the sheriff looked through the window. Raise your hands, blazer. I'll break your arms. You'd better do as he says, blaze. I definitely, now, back in the mask, man. These are your bank, Robert, sheriff. I'll recognize their horses outside. These fellas are Duffy Gang? Yes. Roxy, knife, blaze and charcoal. You'll find the loot from the bank in Roxy's saddlebag. All right, my gun ready, sheriff. Our holster didn't bring out your handcuffs. We'll put braces on these quitters. They keep them covered, sheriff. I'll examine them out on the bunk. Right. Who's here? Nice Duffy. Your bullet wounded him. I figured I hit one of those guys. Hey, you, the masked man. Yes, that's right, Duffy. Here, I'll look at your wound. Come on up with us, blaze. Maybe it's just as well, knife. We didn't have a chance to get away with him and his engine panel on our trail. We'll go to jail and settle for that. How is he, mister? The doctor will be able to remove the bullet. Then I think with rest and care, he'll live to go on trial. I never figured I'd consider that good news. Well, Sheriff, let us wait here until the doctor comes. Is Doc coming here? Tonneau went for him, sheriff. If you don't need me, I'll ride with your deputies and two of the prisoners to meet Tonneau. That's who to be, mister. I'll stay here with the deputies. Are you ready to travel, deputy? Yes, sir. All right, you two move. I may see you later, Sheriff. I hope so, mister. Well, Duffy, no more for you to do, but sit down and wait for the doctor. Just remember, you and your brother are covered. I'll sit in the bunk, sheriff. Roxy, yeah, knife? Blaze and... Blaze and Choctaw blame you for being captured. Knife. It's not my fault the law caught up with us. They should blame the Lone Ranger. I don't see a way. Outlaw's coming out. A cheerio's taste and how this wonderful toasted old cereal that's shaped like a little letter O is so good for you. A cheerio's and milk breakfast really starts the day right. It's real muscle building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals and proteins your body needs. They help to give you healthy nerves and muscles. So have cheerio's every morning. Then you'll hear people say... He's feeling his cheerio's. A copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is created by George W. Crandall. Produced by Crandall Campbell Muir Incorporated. Directed by Charles D. Livingston and edited by Fran Stryker. 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