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When you know there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Whee-Dee's place, friends, keep in mind this advice from the Lone Ranger. Champions are made, not born. Get on your way with Whee-Dee's, Breakfast of Champions! With his faithful Indian companion title, the daring and resourceful Masked 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 hoops beats of the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again! Round Rock was crowded with excited men and women who had come from all parts of the Southwest to see a shooting match. Sheriff Tom Sunday stood near the bandstand, watching expert marksmen compete for the championship. When the contest narrowed down to a free contestant, Jim McHenry, owner of the Western Star stage line, elbowed his way from the cloud of spectators to the sheriff's side. Yeah, hi, sir. Jim, is he getting any closer? You're likely to step a bullet. Yeah, just so I'm close enough to speak to the winner when the shooting's over here. You want to be the first to congratulate him? I want to hire him to ride my stagecoach as a shotgun guy. The guys with the reputation for shooting fast and straight might be able to get the outlaws you haven't been able to capture. Uh, Jim, I'm doing my best to get the cooks to run your stagecoach. Yeah, your best hasn't been good enough. We'll capture the critters, but it takes time. Meanwhile, I'll make sure they don't get any more Western Star strongboxers. Hey, the match is over. Hi there, honey. Oh, I knew Bob would win the match. He's a champion, all right. I'm so proud of him. The way you talk, you think he was a member of the family. Oh, he's going to be. He asked me to marry him. Well, congratulations, sir. I didn't know you were getting a new son-in-law. Dad didn't know it either, Mr. Mitchell and me. That's right. Of course, I told Bob I'd ask your permission, dad. You won't have been pleased. If it'll make you happy, honey, I have no objection in the word. The fact is, I might even make Bob a deputy chair. Not a chance. I'm offering him a job as shotgun guard at twice the salary you pay your deputy. I'm going to talk to him about it right now. Wait a minute, Mr. McHenry. I'll go with you. I want to talk to Bob, too. Oh, hey, yes. Yes, what is it, Hank? An engine's around here somewhere looking for you. What do you want? Hey, it didn't say, but he's anxious to talk to you. A lot of Indians from nearby tribes are in town. Finding the one who wants to see me in this crowd will be like looking for a needle in a hay sack. A short, heavy set man known as Peter headed for Bluff Incombe Sundance Cafe on Round Rocks Main Street. Peter was a stagecoach driver for Jim McHenry's Western Star Line, but he also worked with a gang that had been robbing the stagecoaches. Peter was the only man in town who knew that Bluff Incombe masterminded those robberies. As he went through the batwing doors, he saw the cafe owner at the far end of the bar. Hurrying through the crowd, he soon reached Bluff Side. Hi there, Bluff. How are you, Peter? Not so good. I've got bad news. You'd better go to my office, or we can talk about it in private. Lead the way. Come on. There's a big crowd here. Yeah. Shooting man's got a lot of other counters around Rocks. Step inside, Peter. Sit down. There. Is the run for today canceled? No. The stage will leave for Little Pine on schedule, with a strong box full of gold aboard. Good girl. I'm glad to hear it. But if you take my advice, you'll tell the boys to leave the strong box alone this trip. Why? Jim McHenry hired a new shotgun guard to make the trip to Little Pine with me. We've never had any trouble with guards before. McHenry hired Bob Wiggins. Oh, the winner of the shooting match. Yeah. He's fast with his guns, Bluff. No, I saw him shooting this afternoon. After seeing him in action, I don't want to tangle with him. You'll have help when the time comes to deal with him. Count me out of it. All you have to do is throw off his aim in case he opens fire when the boys fill themselves. And risk stopping a bullet? No thanks. The boys will take care of Wiggins. Man, that's easier said than done. If they make a play for the strong box, someone's bound to stop lead. And it's not going to be me. Relax, Peter. I'll leave for Adobe Wells now to tell Hawkins the boy you'll get there about midnight. They'll get Bob Wiggins before he has a chance to shoot. Up to now it's been easy to work with you. Bluff, all I had to do was make sure that God didn't shoot the boys. No one suspected me of being in cahoots with him. You're worried about nothing, Peter. We'll get rid of Wiggins tonight. Don't expect me to lift a hand against him. You're as guilty as we are. So don't get any high and mighty ideas. No one knows I had a thing to do with a robbery. I know it. And I'll make things mighty rough if you get hard to handle. I don't want any trouble. You won't have any as long as you stay in line. The boys and I will take care of Wiggins. All right. But if you want to reach Adobe Wells ahead of the stage, you'd better leave town now. I'm due to start in 15 minutes. I'll set up my horse right away. From time after Bluff Income left town, the Old Rangers' Indian friend reached the Masked Man's camp. Oh, Scott. Oh, well, that's good to see you, Scott. Good to see you, Father. Did you see the Sheryl cuddles? Big crowds in town, Kim and Fubby. You're not able to find Sheryl. Big crowds? Shoot and match held in Round Rock today. The Round Rock shooting matches are famous in this part of the country. But I didn't know this year was to be held today. Well, it's all over now. A young fella named Bob Wiggins wins. Well, where'd you come from? Him lives in Round Rock. What about the Handbill describing Hawk Murdo? Well, we slide Handbill under door. Sheriff's office. Good. Then, while we try flying, Sheriff, we ask questions of people about Hawk Murdo. Were you able to learn anything about him? Ah. We learn, fella with scar on forehead and tattoo mark an arm work at way station of Stage Line under name of Slim Jessup. There's only one way station between here and Little Prime. That's right. And Murdo at Adobe Wells. In that case, we'll go after him. Did he come up? I think him have hand in stage robbery. What stage robberies? I mean, here that outlaws rob stage four times and run between Round Rock and Little Prime. Little Prime's a railroad down. Ah. A gold fence there to be shipped east. If outlaws are operating around here, Hawk Murdo's likely working with him. Come on, Todd-O, we ride to Adobe Wells. In Round Rock, several hours later, Sheriff Sunday returned to his locked office. His daughter Mary and Jim McHenry, the stage line owner, were with him. Jim, you just hit the word that he left town aboard the stage with Bob and Skeeter. Well, it wasn't necessary, Sheriff. The best shot in this part of the country working for me. I'm not worried about trouble on this round. I hope there isn't any trouble. What's that on the floor again? It looks like a handrail. Someone must have flipped it under the door while you were out. It is a handrail. Who's wanted, Sheriff? It is. Fellowes wanted for robbery and murder. Five feet, nine inches tall, and 145 pounds, scar on his forehead, two digging on his left arm. Let me see that handrail. If you wanted. Description doesn't mean a thing to me. The killer's name is Hawk Murdo. Do you know him, Mr. McHenry? The description fits the man I hired six months ago to work at the Adobe Well station. Who, me and Hawk Murdo's working for you? He told me his name was Slim Jessup. But he lied. Are you sure? I'm dead sure. A beard covered the lower part of his face, but... I remember noticing a scar on his forehead and that tattooed eagle on his left arm. If he's at the Adobe Well station, Bob's heading for trouble. Well, step to the way station right away. I'll go with you, Sheriff. If I'd known Slim was a crook, I'd never have hired him. I'm wondering if he knows about the stage robber he's been going on. I bet he knows plenty about him. Here, come on, Jim. We've been along right ahead of you. I'm with you, Sheriff. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Danny is ten and is he good? He's skip rope-tamp of the neighborhood. He's so quick because he knows. He's got gold power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got gold power. There she goes. He's feeling her Cheerios. Cheerios. Cheerios. That makes sense. Try Cheerios, the wonderful oat cereal that's shaped like a little lever roll and you'll agree. You'll like that delicious toasted oat flavor and Cheerios is ready to eat. Just pour out a big bowlful. Add good fresh milk, dig in and start getting your gold power because a Cheerios breakfast is full of vitamins, proteins 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 He's feeling her Cheerios. Now to continue. Ho, ho! A brilliant moon was high in a cloudy sky late that night when bluff income grew rain at the Adobe Wells way station. As he dismounted Slim Jessup, alias Hawk Murdo came outside assuming that his unkempt beard concealed his identity so Slim Shrop featured killer felt secure from the law but his eyes narrowed beneath his scarred forehead as he greeted bluff income. We didn't expect to see you the night bluff. You're a long way from round, Rick. Road hard to get here ahead of the stage Hawk. What's wrong? Nothing we can't handle. Lefty and jett around. Rain fat, rain fat. Wanna talk to all of ya. Come on. Yeah, killer. Hello, boys. What's on your mind? Jim McHenry hired a new shotgun guard today. Did you come all the way from Round Rock to tell us that? I came all the way from Round Rock to tell you we left to kill him. Kill him? Now here's how we'll handle it. When Skeeter drives in to change horses, we'll take the shotgun guard by surprise. Meanwhile, the lone ranger and toggle were whining hard toward the way station to get the outlaw Hawk Murdo. We'd better reach the way station ahead of the stage, fellows. If stage carries strong walks, maybe we get there in time to stop robbery. A man nodded and urged Silver to a faster pace. Come on, Silver! By short-time later, the two riders angled down from the hills toward the clearing where the adobe-built station stood. Easy, Silver, easy, boys. At the edge of the clearing surrounding the station, the lone ranger signaled a halt. Easy, Silver. As he swung from the saddle, he glanced at the sky. Those clouds will soon cover the main puddles. They'll be able to move close to the station without being seen. And he must have a hiss. You look outside the station. There's still lighten up to see three horses standing at groundish. You're right. I wonder if riders know Station Agent Crook. If they're friends of Hawk Murdo's, they may be as crooked as he is. Clowns cover moon now. Yes, come on. We'll look through the window and we'll tell the building before we show ourselves. As the masked man and his Indian friend advanced through the darkness toward the lighted window, the stagecoach approached the articulated station. A few moments later, Skeeter halted the team. Hold! Hold! Hold! Hold! Bluff Income, Judd, and Leste waited inside the building with guns drawn. Now, Hawk, he talks Skeeter and Bob Wiggins into coming in fast. Why not gun the guard outside with a moon under the car we might miss him? He's as handy with a gun as you say is. You better get him with a first shot. That's the idea, Leste. Will, you're inside? Yes, Skeeter. Tell him to bring the guard inside. I can't do that. Help me rule, say one of them's got to stay with the stage and tell Skeeter to send the guard in. Skeeter do it? He knows all about the plan. All right. I'll go out and talk to him. Well, Skeeter, you're right on time. Well, Mr. This is the new shotgun gun. His name's Bob Wiggins. Glad to know you, Slim. Same here, Wiggins. Well, why not step inside the station and help yourself with some hot coffee? I'll stay with the stage, thanks. No need to, Bob. I'll stay here and keep an eye on things. It'll do you good to stretch your legs. Well, it might help. You might bring me a cup of coffee. I'll drink it while Slim changes horses. All right, Skeeter. I'll only be a minute. Take your time. Come on, Wiggins. I'll show you where to find the cups. All right. Hawk Murdo walks through the open station door ahead of Bob Wiggins and quickly steps to the side out of the line of fire. Then the lone ranger shouted a warning from the open side window. Wiggins, you're welcome to a six-gun shot. As the masked man spoke, he triggered his twin coat. From the doorway, Bob saw two of the outlaw's guns spin in the air as silver bullets struck them. Lesty and Judd were disarmed, but Bluff Incom and Hawk Murdo turned toward the window with cries of rage. Who's that? I'm that man. By that time, Bob's weapons were used as hostages. But before he could fire, the lone ranger's coast roared again. Bluff Incom dropped his gun, screaming with pain, as a bullet brushed the knuckles of his right hand, while Murdo fell under the impact of a bullet in the shoulder. Skeeter, help us! Get speaking to the masked man! I was not expecting any help from Skeeter. Let's go then. Let's go. I'll get him, Bluff. With his gun smashed beyond repair, the killer named Judd snatched a knife from his belt. What the blade shattered as a silver bullet hit its mark. Oh, great day alive, Mr. Give me a chance to shoot. My guns are ready for action. And I'm downright anxious for a chance to use them. Now, wait a minute, Bob, this is all a mistake. Yes, sir, it's Bluff. And I want to find out who made the mistake. That masked man? Before you talk about the masked man, tell me what you're doing here. Well, I could explain. It'll take a lot of explaining to cover your reasons for asking Skeeter to get the masked man and me. Hey, Skeeter in here, fellow. Uh, he bring him in. Get that gun out of my wrist. Don't walk. All right. All right. Wiggins, these men are waiting to kill you. How do you know? We're at the window when the stage arrives. Not when I overheard their plans. You're here to rob the stage. We're here to get Hawk Murdo. Who? A man you know is slim as one for robbery and murder. You're lying. And Bill, don't lie, Murdo. I have one in my pocket describing you. Bluff, you jughead, I warned you to leave one and up alone this trip. Shut up, Skeeter. Hey, a couple of horsemen are heading this way. Yeah, that's your right. If that court's plan to steal a strong box, they... Hey, it's a sheriff. Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go. That sheriff of all luck. Sheriff, we heard somebody. He's where it was turning trouble. The trouble's over, Sheriff. Hey, what happened here? Who's the man's man? The injured. Me, too, from this. I'm on your side of the law, Sheriff. Who's the man still with your face? Alvartron, Sheriff. Is he a friend of yours, Burb? No, I never saw him before tonight. But if he hadn't been here, I'd be a dead man right now. He's getting ready to kill me as soon as I walk through the door. But where? I don't know. But I know Skeeter's into who's friend. Oh, you can't class me with killers. But I'm just a... I mean, Hawk Murdo's a killer. I didn't know that, Mr. McHenry. I thought his name was... He's poor at Skeeter's. Love for a respectable cafe owner. You're in mighty bad company. Sheriff, I can explain why I'm... You're not gonna lie under this and leave me holding the bag with these pole-catch bluffs. That up, Skeeter. And give you a chance to alibi your way into the clear. Not a chance. I'll talk and tell the truth. You double-crossers. If Lough had taken my advice, we'd all be in the clear. I told him this afternoon that Jim McHenry had hired a new guard. I told him to let the stage go through this trip without trouble. But he had to make a play for the strongbox. The strongbox. Don't worry, Jim, it's safe. I'll go outside and make sure of that. It was Bluff's idea to kill Wiggins. Got him before he had a chance to get his six-shooters into play. You're a dirty, yellow-backed squealer. You're as guilty as I am. You're talking, Skeeter. And to me like you sitin'. That's what I aim to do. Sheriff, Hawk Murdo has wounded you. He's wounded to be taken care of, mister. Well, how'd you and Jim McHenry know I'd have trouble here, Sheriff? We didn't know it till I found the handbill. Someone left under the door of my office. You recognized the description, so we left town fertile. Totto left the handbill for you, Sheriff. Totto? Ah, me look for you in town, Sheriff. Oh, so you're the engine-hank told me about. Ah, when me learn Hawk Murdo worked at Adobe Welch Station, me go back to Lone Ranger camp. And tell him where I find Croke. Lone Ranger? Masked friend Lone Ranger. Wait, is that true, mister? Yeah, Sheriff. And now that you have Murdo in his house, the tunnel will be on our way. Hey, I wish you would stay around. We may meet again. I owe my life to you, mister. I'm glad we were here to help you, Bob. How do you know? How do you know? All right, go on into the jail, you man. Early the next morning, Sheriff Sunday, Bob Wiggins and Jim McHenry returned to Round Rock with their prisoner. The Sheriff's daughter, Mary, was waiting in the lawman's office. Dad, what do these men do here? I'll tell you later, honey. Or do you want reason to say it? After greeting his daughter, the Sheriff and Jim McHenry took the prisoners back to the cell block. Oh, I'm glad you're back. I was so worried. But I suppose I shouldn't have been. After all, I knew you were the best shot in the whole Southwest, Bob. Honey, I hope you always think I'm the best. But... But what, Bob? I hope you never meet the Lone Ranger. Well... You're a copyrighted teacher of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer. Your announcer, Fred Boy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording Monday...