 of dust and the hockey-hio silver! The Lone Ranger! Companion Totto, the daring and resourceful mask rider of the planes, led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. No where 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! Champions are made, not born. You can get there. For example, take the story of Wheaties champion Stan Musial of the St. Louis Cardinals. Young Stan was willed no claim to fame, no magic way to learn the game. He had to sweat and give his all, learning to field and hit that ball. Sure, Wheaties was his breakfast call. Today they call him Stan the Man, still and always a Wheaties fan. Stan Musial has been powering up with Wheaties right along, 19 years. Good for Stan, good for you. There's a whole Colonel of Wheat in every Wheaties plate. Now watch Stan belt that ball! They presented a letter of introduction to a century and waited until Lieutenant Colonel George A. Custer summoned them to his tent. As he returned the letter, a brilliant young officer said, During the war, General Sheridan spoke of you many times, sir. We met in the West several years ago, Colonel. When did he give you that letter? It was our pleasure to see him again a few weeks ago. Did he tell you why I'm here? Yes, sir. How did I keen to volunteer our services to you and the men of the seventh regiment? Thanks very much. But we have the situation well in hand. We'll ride into the valley of the little big horn at daybreak. I hoped I might serve as an emissary between you and Sitting Bull. How did I know I'm well? We're all through powering with those Indians, Mr. By tomorrow afternoon, he and his men will be our prisoners. Men, a soon-nation Colonel, mighty warriors. They're not surrender without fight. It won't be my first Indian fight, Donald. It may be your last, Colonel. Sitting Bull is retreating. He may stop to make a stand when he reaches favorable ground. My scouts report that he has less than 1,500 men with him. And how many men are in your command, sir? More than 200. General Crook is marching south into the upper Powder River country, and General Gibbon is coming from Fort Ellis, Montana. We'll be strongly reinforced and well armed. If the reinforcements reach you in time. We'll need no reinforcements to handle such a small band of warriors. Sitting Bull is a cunning and skillful fighter. He's no match for the United States cavalry. I salute your confidence, Colonel Custer. I return this with a saber honorably won in battle. I have heard of that sword. I took it from a Confederate officer. I defeated in a duel during the war. It's one of the finest blades ever made. There's an inscription on it. Yes, the words are Latin. Translated, they say, draw me not without reason. Sheath me not without honor. You've made that saber famous. I've worn it in many battles. I shall wear it when I meet Sitting Bull. I wish you luck, sir, in the encounter. Thanks. And thanks for offering to assist us. You're more than welcome, Montana. Be ready. Adios. Adios. Hort distance away and look back at the movement tense. Who's it? We've got to know Sitting Bull's plans. I mean not know anyway. Find out when you plan. We might learn a lot by scouting his camp. He must have a him not let white plan go on warpath. By darkening my skin and wearing buckskins, I could pass as an Indian. Me have extra buckskin and saddlebag. I'll use them. Cautiously toward the camp of the great Chief Sitting Bull. Unknown to the lone ranger and tonto. Six of Sitting Bull sentries saw them scouting the Indian camp as the two figures in buckskins crouched in the darkness with them soundlessly. When the lone ranger and tonto started back to their concealed horses, the sunk race leaped at them without warning. This Indian friend, while the others not them unconscious. The TP had been left open so the Indians could watch the prisoners they had died hand and foot. Observing the activity of the village, tonto said, they most likely plan to deal with us later. Maybe take us to Sitting Bull after battle end. Sitting Bull has enlisted the help of other tribes. That right of Ogallala tribe. Look at the sky outside. That is already on his way to a little big horn with few more than 200 men. Other chiefs ride to meet him with more than 5000 soldiers will have a chance to reach the soldiers before the Indians attack. Finally gave up the struggle to free themselves of the leather thongs that found them. In the silence of the deserted camp, they realized they had been forgotten by the excited children and scores who had gone to watch from a distance the impending battle. Escapes seemed impossible. Then the lone ranger saw a water jug on the floor of the TP. I wonder if there's water in that jug. You don't know. I'll try to reach it. What could that do? I pour water over the thongs around your wrists, the leather may stretch. He's savvy. Maybe stretch enough to free him. That's the idea. It's pretty hard to manage with hands tied behind back. We've got to manage it. Let's reward him with all of his men are doomed with great difficulty. The lone ranger reached the jug, finding it full of water. He breathed the prayer as he drenched the leather. He knew that lost time might mean the difference between life and death for Lieutenant Colonel Custer and the brave men with him. But in spite of his efforts, time ran out for the ambitious young officer and the troopers of the seventh regiment. Army had vanished, leaving behind George Armstrong Custer and more than 200 men who they examined each trooper in turn to see if any of them had survived the terrible struggle. But for the men of the seventh regiment, the valley of the little big horn was a valley of death. Took his weapons in uniform. Me plenty glad them. They'll bury their comrades. If them find you here, crest as Indian with me in hostile country, they might shoot first and ask questions later. Not right. Well, there's nothing for us to do here. Instead of it, it's got easy for that. Come on, Toto. Try to pick up sitting Bo's trail. The army will go after him. Come on, Toto. Just a moment. What I've got here sounds like money, and it is. Matter of fact, I've got a handful of genuine foreign coins. Real money you could spend right now in far away lands. And here's the best part. All you Wheaties fans can have this wonderful collection of foreign coins for your very own. Just listen. Wheaties is offering two different sets of foreign coins, 15 coins in each set. The international set has coins from countries like Finland and Pakistan. The mystery set has coins from places like Monaco and Southern Rhodesia. Each set comes in a special coin folder with a map that shows you where the coins are used and information about that country. And each coin has been cleaned and polished. How do you get these genuine foreign coins? Well, for each set, you send us only one Wheaties boxed up and 25 cents. Look for the directions on the back of Wheaties special foreign coin packages now at your grocers. Pick one up and start collecting foreign coins. Next morning, General John Gibbon reached the valley of the Little Bighorn at the head of a long column of cavalry. Within a matter of hours, the nearest telegraph line carried the grim news to the country. New York City, the great showman, Phineas T Barnum, read the account in his newspaper and sent for his partner Bailey. Really? I want the guns and sword because to carry the Little Bighorn. For what? Part of the greatest show on earth. I can see him now. The saber and six guns carried by weapons he held when he went down. Butch, will you pay for them? 10, 15, 20,000 dollars. 20,000 dollars. You'll get her money back inside of six months by charging four bits of head to look at her. The days that followed, the lone ranger discarded his disguise. He and Tuttle traveled cautiously through hostile Indian country in search of the trail of Sitting Bull. Tuttle went to the town of Clear Creek for supplies. When he rejoined his mass friend, he brought surprising news. He fell her name Bailey in town. He won't hire me. Guide him to Sitting Bull. Why does he want to see the chief? He wanted my yellow-haired Colonel's gun, sword. Custed weapons? That right. Well, is he a relative of the Colonel's? No. Me here in town, him own show in east. He want to put guns and beat him to them, Tuttle. If Sitting Bull will part with the weapons, we'll send them to West Point. Easy said to be taught. After his conversation with Tuttle, Mr. Bailey retired to his room in the Clear Creek Hotel. He applied a pessimistic report to his partner, Barnum. He was interrupted by a knock on the door. Just a minute. His caller was a cafe owner named... No secrets. How much will you pay the man who takes you to Sitting Bull? Five hundred dollars. You've got a deal. You know where to find him? A renegade engine in the back room of my cafe will take you to him. You needn't tell him you're paying five hundred dollars. He'll settle for ponies if I... Oh, you'll be taken care of. I'll go back with this renegade. Lead the way to your cafe. The sooner I reach Sitting Bull's camp, the sooner I'll get custard. Mr. Bailey was on his way to Sitting Bull with Red Feather when the Lone Ranger and Tuttle found the Chief's camp far back in the Forbidding Hills. Sentries on duty recognized the mask man as a friend who had talked to their leader on previous occasions. They took him and Tuttle directly to the Chief's TP. After greeting them, the shrewd warrior eyed the Lone Ranger quizzically. How you find this Chief? We followed your trail. We tried to high track so soldiers not find us, but now we move camp again. We found your trail once great Chief. It will be followed again. If soldier come after us, we fight again. This is one nation, the United States of America. You long time friend to my people. We know you friend, but heart of mask man. Pledge to uphold our government. This Chief does not hold that against you. Well then perhaps you'll grant me a favor. Speak. I have heard that you have Colonel Custer's guns and sword. No weapons you speak of. We were with Custer the night before he died. He showed us his saber. They're writing on blade. Me not know what it say. The words were draw me not without reason. Sheath me not. Why you want Chief Yellow Hare's guns and sword? Because they belong in West Point and respect them. We have weapons. You know my name. I've met you in Clear Creek this afternoon. So that's it. You knew I wanted Custer's weapons so you came to get them yourself. I'll pay top price for them. I'll double whatever you've offered. Mask man not offer money. Feller named Bailey pay plenty money for guns and sword. How much him pay you to bring him here? How much and hiding place of this Chief? Main harm great Chief. How much you get? Money to buy six ponies. They not mean to anger Chief. You're in trouble. The Chief is wise Bailey. If Red Feather betrayed the hiding place to you he betrayed to someone else. Oh that's right. All I wanted was Custer's weapons. No one get Chief. I'll pay any price you name. This Chief not sell them. We have weapons. Travel halfway across the country to get those guns and the saber. You come. Me show what we do with Yellow Hare's. The Lone Ranger, Tahu and Bailey looked into a deep gorge through which a swift river ran. Sitting bull drew his enemy's saber from its scabbard. Studied the Latin inscription on the blade and murmured. Words say draw not. Draw me not without reason. She's me not without honor. No one ever. Yellow Hare fired guns in brave fight. Guns never fire again. Disgraced. Barnum will never believe this. Now you go in peace. Take white fella named Bailey Way from Village. Tahu will see that he reaches town safely to Fort Mason. The man would put the army on his trail. He could have killed us. One who told me about the west. He mentioned a mask man who rode a horse named settlement said this particular mask man used silver bullets in his guns. That's right. In that case I know who the mask man is. Exciting Lone Ranger adventure. P.T. Barnum goes west. Harry is the boy of escape the hangman and secondly I want to get unexpected paralyze ahead of the mask man and his Indian friend in our next thrill packed adventure. Be sure to listen. George W Trenville produced by Trenville Campbell Muir Incorporated directed by Charles D Livingstone and edited by friend striker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer. Your announcer