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And Cheerios is so much fun to eat, with its distinctive O-shape and its wonderful toasted oat flavor. So tomorrow morning and every morning, start the day right with a Cheerios breakfast. Then you'll hear people say, He's feeling his Cheerios. With his faithful Indian companion Toto, the daring and resourceful mass 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. Returning 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 big time. Are you Silver? Late one afternoon, excitement broke out suddenly in territorial prison near San Antonio, Texas. What? It's been a care break. What? One month has jumped the garden, got a gun. The other prisoners ride it and one escapes. Then we'll have to kill him. He mustn't get away. Yes, sir. One and a companion, who had been wicking outside the prison, rode hurriedly along the trail as the alarm whistles sounded behind them. One was saying, So far it has worked, Dusty. The police are waiting with a carriage. Yeah, about two miles up the trail, Juan. You'll have to do some fast changing, but I think you can make it, Cuenzo. I don't spare the use of the carriage to go to San Antonio, Juan. Why not just ride along with me, cover your tracks and get to the hideout where the gang is waiting? There's something very important to attend to in town first, Dusty. Very important. Is the gang waiting at the old hideout in the footage? Yeah, got two new men, too. That makes ten of us all together. Fine, fine. You'll take charge until I get there, Dusty. Now we must hurry to reach the carriage. I'm gonna get up there. Within a short time, the two men stop beside a black carriage, waiting on the trail. Juan, I am so glad to see you. It is good no one knows Luis is the dancer's my sister. He'll plan well. But, finally, short, Juan, I shall wait here while you get into the carriage and change into the woman's clothes I have brought with me. The driver. He is to be trusted. The old pay grow is well paid. He sees nothing, hears nothing. Do not worry. But, hurry what? Inside the coach, Juan quickly put on the black dress and draped the black shawl about his head and face. Then he leaned from the coach window, saying, I am ready, Luis. Better change your voice if you talk to anyone, Juan. Say, señor, I am the señor de marina, no? Might get by. Of course. Dusty, you continue along the trail now and cover your tracks. All right. We shall drive on right past the prison and go into San Antonio. I am sure they will not find one Montez now. Well, see you again soon, Juan. So long. Adios. We are ready to drive on to San Antonio, Pedro. A short distance from the prison, the carriage was stopped by three-motted guards. Good evening, ma'am. Buenos dias, señor. What is the trouble? A dangerous prisoner escaped from the prison. He was seen riding up the trail with another robbery. Easy, boys. Mind if I look inside your carriage? Not at all, señor. I am sure my traveling companion, senora marina, is not the dangerous prisoner you are hunting. Oh, I reckon not, ma'am. I am Luisa, the dancer. I shall be at the opera house in San Antonio. I do hope you and your friends will find the time to come to see my performance, tonight or tomorrow night. Sure, señor. I've seen posters telling about you. Well, we've got to be going now. Goodbye. Adios, señor. Let's go, men. Come on, kids. Very good ones. You have fooled them. Now we shall drive into town and take rooms at the hotel. Bravo, Pedro. Adios. Adios. When they reached town, Luisa engaged a small suite at the hotel. And no one suspected that the rather stout woman dressed in black who occupied the suite with her was the escaped convict Juan Montez. The following day, Tonto returned to the Lone Rangers' camp from the nearby hills after a trip to town for supplies. What's going on? Any news in town, Tonto? Ah, big outlaw leader Juan Montez escaped from prison yesterday. He knocked it off. That is news. He's a dangerous man. Him swear to kill a judge who sent him to prison and him swear to kill Lone Rangers. I'm not worried about that. I'm sure the judge is safe enough. The sheriff will see that he's protected. Norman all watching for Juan Montez. He's not there going to town. No matter how good the judge Ben was, he'll make certain he is protected. Of course, I'll use it as a guide. Ah, it's not good. You go there wearing masks. That's right. Well, we'll do all we can to help recapture Juan Montez. That evening, that evening, the Lone Ranger without his mask and disguised as a rancher rode to the judge's home. He identified himself to the judge. Ben said, I disguised my features and came without my mask because it would have caused suspicion. Of course. I've heard about Juan Montez escaped. The sheriff immediately sent a deputy to stand guard though I didn't think it necessary. Montez is a dangerous man, judge. It's best to take precautions. Are you expecting your life, too? I know, but you're more vulnerable than I. You must watch your movements closely for a few days. I was to leave town tomorrow afternoon by stagecoach for new Broncos. That would be risky. Perhaps, but it's necessary that I be there to try a case. Then we'll try to make other arrangements for your trip. Juan Montez never spying town. And you'll have to be careful. That's true. If you give me a note to the sheriff, judge, I'll go to his office and discuss arrangements with him. Very well. I'll be glad to, sir. I'll write a note at once. Then you can let me know what you and the sheriff decide. Later, the lone ranger entered the sheriff's office and presented the note of introduction. After reading it, the sheriff looked up with interest, saying, I thunder, mister, I've heard a lot about you, and I'm mighty pleased to meet you. I realize from this note that you're using the disguise. Good thing you didn't ride to the judge's house wearing your mask. I thought of that. Judge Benwood told me about his trip tomorrow. It would be very risky for him to ride the stage unless a large guard escorted it. That's right. Montez is smart. He might have someone watching here in town. And I can't spare any men to escort the stage. Montez gang is operating again and might decide to raid the town or something. We had 10 or 12 men riding in the recent holips. My friend Paolo and I would offer to escort it. We'd be no match for Montez and his entire gang if they attacked. It would be difficult to prevent them from gunning the judge. Yeah, that's right. What's going on? Men outside are yipping and yelling that their carriage's going by. It belongs to a popular showgirl, a dancer named Louisa. She appeared at the opera house last night and will be there again tonight. According to the poster, she's due to appear in new brown fails. Come on, tonight. Might a pretty girl. And she sure can dance. Does she travel alone in that carriage? Nope. She came here at the female companion. I saw him getting out of the hotel. The other woman is sure nothing to look at. They gives a house and dressed in black clothes. Had a black shawl over her head that partly covered her face. But it was easier to see that she was mighty home. Sheriff, I have an idea. What? That dancer will be driving in her carriage tomorrow with her companion. If she's willing, Judge Benwood could ride with them. Hey, you got something there. I'll see her at the theater tonight and ask her to take him as a special favor. Good. Have him get into the coach before it leaves the livery table to call for the women at the hotel. He can crouch down out of sight until the carriage is out of town. My thunder, that's a great idea, mister. Juan Marv Tez may be smart, but he never thinks of looking for Judge Benwood in the carriage of a showgirl. We'll get the judge safely to do grandfills tomorrow after all. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Did you ever go shopping for groceries with your mom and pass something that looked so good, you just had to ask her to get it? Mmm, like those Betty Crocker cake mixes with pictures of all the delicious cake flavors on the packages? You look at them and you want mom to bake up everyone. For instance, Betty Crocker's white cake mix. Why that bakes up into the highest, lightest, best tasting white cake ever. A real lick-the-plate kind of cake. And all mom has to do is add water and the whites of two fresh eggs for a perfect cake every time. Cake after cake after cake. It's guaranteed perfect by Betty Crocker of General Mills Minneapolis. Every Betty Crocker cake mix comes out perfect. And mmm, what flavors? There's yellow cake, chocolate devil's food, honey spice or gingerbread, angel food, marble cake, and Betty Crocker's two newest chocolate malt and peanut delight. And of course, there's Betty Crocker's popular brownie mix too. Now to continue. Not knowing that the man who threatened Judge Benwood's life would be riding in the same carriage, Joan Ranger suggested that the sheriff arrange for the judge to go to New Braunfels with a dancer, Louisa. The sheriff missed Louisa at the theater. Later, she and Juan sat in the parlor of the hotel suite when someone knocked at the door. Wait until I go into the other room and see what he's doing. I'll be listening at the door. All right, Juan, but hurry. Oh, the sheriff! And why do you come to see me, senior? Evening, senorita. I came to ask a favor. But first I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed the show. Oh, I'm so glad to hear it, senior sheriff. Won't you sit inside? And now, senior, what is the favor you see? Well, you see, Judge Benwood here in town has to go to New Braunfels tomorrow. For certain reasons, he can't ride the stage. Would you be willing to take him in your carriage? Oh, sorry, senior, but that is not impossible. You see, and listen, a certain hombre is out to gun the judge. I want to get him to New Braunfels secretly, you might say. I do not like to refuse, senior sheriff, but I... Louisa. Who's that? Senora Marina, my companion. She has suffered from such a terrible cold. Pardon me for a moment, senior. Sure. I hear him. Tell him you'll take the judge. But, one, the judge may find out you're not a woman. I always said I have my reasons. You sit between us and he doesn't have to hear me talk. Now, go tell the sheriff you'll be glad to take the judge. The following morning, Judge Benwood sat well back in the carriage when it stopped to pick up Louisa and her companion so that he was unnoticed by others. A short time later, the lone ranger and tautel watched from a cottonwood grove as the carriage left town on the trail to New Braunfels. The carriage now came a- Yes. We'll keep out of stride and follow it to make sure it arrives in Old Braunfels safely. Let's go. This is going to be disgusting. Come on, sir. In the carriage, Louisa sat between her brother and the judge. They rode a few miles in silence. Then the judge spoke. Yes, Senorita. I appreciate your kindness allowing me to ride with you and your companion, but we are pleased to have your company, Senor George. See, we are most glad, Judge. If he spoke one move suddenly to the seat facing the judge, the outlaw held the gun menacingly. What is this? You're not a woman. You should have been more observant before this, Senor George. See, I remove the shore. What? Perhaps my face is familiar to you now, eh? Juan Montez. Juan, why have you done me? Because I have sworn to kill this man. Great has delivered him into my hands. But Juan, you must not. That will be murdered. That's right, murder. And you, Senorita, will be arrested as an equivalent to the murder. But I did not know, Senor. He is my brother Steve, and I have helped him escape from this reason, but Steve, I did not know. Do not worry, little sister. I shall not kill him in your carriage. Tell the driver to turn at the next branch trail that he left. If you leave us at the gang's hideout, then you go on to New Braunfels. You will never know what has happened. Got it. Following at a distance, so as not to attract attention, the lone ranger and tunnel were surprised to see the carriage turn onto the branch trail ahead. Look, Kimakami, carriage takes trail to left. That's going to Fort Hill. That's strange. Then not get to New Braunfels by that trail. I know. Judge Benwood knows the way. That trail went through the hills, Kato. By taking a short cut, we can get ahead of the carriage and find out just what's going on. A masked man and an Indian rode over the hills and before long rejoined the trail ahead of the carriage. Holy, holy, he's a terrific guy. The trail runs between folders here, Kato. I'll stay on this side. You wait on the other side. When the carriage comes along, we'll ride outside on either side of the coach. If by chance there's anything wrong, the judge will make excuses for us. Now let's get that puddle. Come on, come on. A short time later, the carriage came into view. The old Mexican driver didn't see the two horsemen until they suddenly rode from behind boulders on either side of the trail and swung in beside the carriage. Kwon spotted the masked man. Hold it! Now I have the gun. Very close! Oh, really, very close. Thank heaven you came along. This is Juan Montez. I have him covered. Oh, I see. This guy is a female companion of the Dancer, Louisa. He is my brother, but I did not know he would do this. The girl helped him in his escape from prison, but I'm sure she didn't realize he meant to kill me. Of course, she'll be arrested for what she's done. Why were they taking you, judge? To the gang's hideout. This trail leads to it. That case would go back to town, but Kwon has shifted the driver behind bars and got the sheriff and the posse to ride to the hideout and capture that gang. Fine, fine. With Kwon only captured, there's no risk for me to take the stage for new bronzos. I'll still have time to get to town before it leaves. That's right. I know we'll try a while on the driver and we'll head for San Antonio. Later in town, Kwon, Louisa and the driver were put behind bars. Then a posse was formed and with the sheriff's tattle and the lone ranger leading the way started for the outlaw gang's hideout. After going some distance along the branch trail, tattle called attention to a thin, barely discernible column of smoke rising from a hollow beyond the next hill. The sheriff called a halt. That faint column of smoke dictates the hideout shaft like the Indian think. We'd better move careful. They found a have a guard watching the trail, needs a hideout. That's right. Sheriff, I suggest tattle go ahead and put the usual scouting. Ah, that's a good idea. Maybe if they find guard, knock them out. If they find if they can, tattle them out. Now, let me go. And if we clear, let me give signal. We just got to give signal. Adios. Adios, tattle. That's just not sure. We just got to give signal. For a short time, the posse waited. Then... Tattle signal. That blue fellow here on foot will have a sneak up on them. Good idea. Let's go. In time for hideout track, the awful Lord Dusty was speaking to his pals. Walden hoped to gun Judge Bedwood in town. Then come here to join us. I figured he might get the chance at first night, but they reckoned he couldn't. He sure looked funny dressed up like a female. But he'll get by all right as long as he don't do too much golfing. I reckon he... Hey. Thought I just saw someone moving on the brush. That's right. Drop your guns and reach all of them. Hey, the sheriff... Ow! Oh, a mess man shot through the window. Fine manner at all the windows. If you don't want to get drilled, drop your guns and reach like I said. Bottom line, tent is already in jail. If they got run, we don't have a chance to drop our guns. Some of you men have eaten covered. The rest of you come in. Pick up those guns and tie up these crooks. Hey, yes! Get some empty Wells Fargo money sets back in the corner. Now bring them as evidence. Right. This gang held up the Wells Fargo stage two weeks ago, I reckon. We'll get them to talk 20 once they're back in town. Yes, this sure is something. Because of that mess man and engine, we got not only Juan Montez, but his entire gang. Never allow shorting. When you introduced him to the party, you just said they were friends and could be trusted. You didn't say who that mess man is. Well, where did he go? Where's the Indians? But they just left to get their horses, I reckon. That means we won't see him again. Most likely going to hit the trail to hunt for more trouble. He sure is a lawman friend. That mess man is known far and wide out here in the west as the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger. Oh, God. The feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer. Your announcer, Fred Boyd. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.