 Hiyo Silver! Fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a ha-ha-hiyo silver! The lone ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the Oats cereal that's ready to eat, Benny Crocker mixes, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! Oh, what a country, and every direction, how you do it means a question, and here's what's to happen, that's what people have to say, Wheaties, the Wheaties, and do, do, do, do, and okay, okay. Hi there, this is the Lone Ranger speaking. Out here in the west we have a couple of champions who are really doing okay. Champion Bob Maynard, he can grab a thousand-pound steer by the horns and toss it to the ground like it was a three-day-old calf, and brunk-busting champ Bob Burroughs. The way he can stick on a mean, side-winding brunk, you'd think he was glued to the saddle. They're both great rodeo champions and both eat Wheaties, have been ever since they were youngsters, that's a good example to follow. Keep body tense, you're the Wheaties, and you do, do, do, and okay, okay. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful mask rider of the plains let 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 big fella. I am Silver, holly! Colonel Corliss at Fort Hobbs near the Mexican border walked the floor of his headquarters office as he spoke forcefully to Captain Lennox. I tell you Captain, something has to be done, I've done quickly. We must find the men who are smuggling rifles and ammunition to the Indians in this territory. Yes sir, but so far we haven't been able to find a trace of them. Yes I know that. Dreadfeather may be gathering the tribes to move against this fort. We haven't enough men or ammunition to withstand a siege. I know that holly too well. Captain, send another courier to Fort Territ explaining a situation. Tell them we need reinforcements desperately. Yes sir. I'll send the dispatcher once. You might also mention the fact that rifles and ammunition are being smuggled to the Indians in this territory. Yes sir. I'll send the dispatcher to make them realize just what we're up against out here. It was sunset when the Lone Ranger and his Indian companion, Tuttle, stopped in a grove about ten miles east to Fort Hobbs and prepared to camp for the night. This grove will make a good campsite tunnel. The settlement where the Indian massacre occurred yesterday isn't very far from here. Me here from Indian friend, its chief Redfeather, have braves go on warpath. That surprises me. From what I've learned of Redfeather, there must be a good reason for the way he's acting. That's right. I think maybe someone's in trouble on the trail. Let's go. They're coming this way. Three Indians follow. Use your guns, Tuttle, we'll guide them off. Indians turn. Leave. Yes, hose over hose. Thanks for driving off the Redskins. They all... You're masked. Forget the masked soldier. We're friends. Well, you saved my life, so the mask doesn't matter. All three of those Redskins carried rifles. Oh, so I noticed. I'm heading for Fort Tarrif with a dispatch. I think you'll be able to go on now without further interference. Oh, uh, how are matters at Fort Hobbs? The Colonel fears an attack. The Indians are getting rifles and ammunition from someone, but we can't find out who's supplying them. Uh, why has Redfeather got on the warpath? Do you know? He claims an Indian hunting party was massacred the whites. That happened two weeks ago. I see. Well, thanks again for helping me, mister. I'll move on now. Adios. Adios. Adios. Get up there. Get on. Get on. Get on. No, it's not good, Kimisami. We'll move closer to Fort Hobbs in the morning, Tutto. See if there's anything we can do to help the situation. The following night in Hobbs City, the settlement just outside the fort. Two men were in the cafe at a remote table. One of them was saying... They've been trying to convince the chief that he ought to attack the fort before reinforcements come from Fort Terrace. He's called to powwow the tribes in the valley to talk it over tonight. You knew that was a good idea. Yours to massacre that Indian hunting party two weeks ago? Sure. He gave us a ready market for those used rifles we bought so cheap just across the border. And we've been paid off well so far, with a loot the Redskins got in their raids. You know, I was thinking... Maybe we ought to pull another incident to a rifle enough to move against the fort right away. There's plenty of gold in there, I reckon. That is a good idea, Sandy. Look, Redfeather's son, Muah, has to ride to the border and wait at the big rock forest to come with the rifles. Then he's to escort us back to the village. Well, we'll meet him on the trail and plugging before he gets there. And we'll get the rifles and come back. I know where the village is, the Indians won't bother us. When we tell Redfeather that his son was killed by a couple of troublemakers. You'll get all the tribes to move against the fort right away. That's the answer, Griff. We'd better get going early, sirs, not to miss Muah, all right? Let's go. Meantime, the Lone Ranger and Tuttle had moved into the hills near Hob City. They had just returned to a campsite they'd selected earlier after making a trip to the outskirts of the settlement as the two men prepared to unsettle Silver and Scout. They heard a shot from down the trail. That comes short way down trail. Yes, we'll go and investigate. Maybe up. Listen. Sound like two riders. Yes, let's go still. Easy scout, easy fellow. Get him up, Scout. Moon, plenty bright. That's our help. I think I see a figure lying on the trail. Hello? That's right. Easy horse and cider trail. Who's over here? Easy scout, easy fellow. Hello, it's an Indian. Let me turn him over. The pulse is still beating. Are you sure? He named Muah. He dies. It means plenty of trouble. They'll take him back to our camp and give him first aid. The bullet went fairly low on the shoulder, but I think we can pull him through. All right, let's get him to camp. At the Long Ranger's camp, Tuttle, who was bending over the still unconscious Muah, suddenly straightened up, listening. What is it, Tuttle? War drums. You hear them? Yes, it means trouble. You think it means Indians get ready to attack Fort? It will mean a massacre if they do. That's right. Tuttle, the Colonel must be warned. Tell Muah to all you can to bring him through. I'll head for the fort. It's risky, Kimus. I'll take the risk. I'll warn the men at the fort, then I'll come back here. We can make Muah pull through. It may be the one chance to stop the attack. The fort isn't far away, Tuttle. I won't be going long. Is this any big foot? Adios! Adios! At the fort, Colonel Corlis looked up as the captain entered his office. Colonel, a masked man wrote to the gates. We have him under guard, but he insisted he must talk to you. He says he brought important news. Bring him in, Captain. Yes, sir. Sergeant, bring in the masked man. Yes, sir. What's the meaning of this, sir? Colonel, I came to warn you. The Indians are planning to attack the fort at once. How could you know that? Does this silver bullet mean anything to you, sir? Super bullet, eh? No, eh? Wait a minute. You spoke of an Indian. Tonto. That's right. Captain, did you see this man's horse? Yes, sir. He rode a big white stallion. Eh? Very similar, I've heard of you, sir. You avoided a man who was against the troopers of the fort stocked in a couple of months ago. Colonel Morris told me about you. I've known Colonel Morris for many years. Yes, of course, of course. Captain, see this man safely through the gates. Yes, sir. Thanks, Colonel. Adios. Good luck. We'll continue our lone ranger eventually in just a moment. Say, kids, I bet your mothers remember when baking an angel food cake was a dreaded task. Well, it's a joy with Betty Crocker angel food cake mix. All the fine ingredients are right in the package, including the whites of 13 eggs and the special General Mills angel food flour. You just add water, beat, and bake. That's all for the highest, lightest angel food you've ever seen. In fact, it bakes up higher than any cake you can bake with the whites of 13 eggs. Mmm, and so delicious. And there's no guesswork. To turn out a perfect angel food every time. In fact, Betty Crocker guarantees a perfect cake. Angel perfect every time you bake. Cake after cake after cake. Absolutely perfect. All right, General Mills, Minneapolis, Minnesota for your money back. And Betty Crocker angel food goes so perfectly with any one of your favorite summer ice creams. You'll want to have it often. Someday soon, ask Mom to bake up a perfect Betty Crocker angel food cake. A light summer dessert for the whole family. Now to continue. Leaving the fort hurriedly, the lone ranger headed back toward the camp where Toddler was waiting with the chief son, Muah. Meantime, deciding that the sight of Muah's body would infuriate the Indians to a greater pitch. Griff suggested that Sandy and Jeff go back and get the body while the Indians were dancing to the war drums. The two men stopped at the place where they had chopped down Muah. Oh, no. Hey, Lou, the body's gone. Say, I wonder if... Listen, I'm in a gallopy on the bend. Let's ride into the orioquate. Come on, get up there. Come on. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Hey, who's a master, Humbray? Yeah. Look, he's turned off and is heading for that grove back there. We'll leave the hoses here and sneak over down foot. I'm curious about him. What? Let's go. The ranger rode into camp and hastily dismounted. A moment later, he stood waiting beside Muah as Toddler gave the wounded Indian a drink of water. The lone ranger asked... Has he said anything yet, Toddler? Just come to. He masked for water. Now maybe he'm able to talk. Muah, you listen. Me, Tonto, mask man, friend, we here shot find you on trail last night. We try plenty good medicine to make you better. Oh, oh, life to Tonto, friend. You know who tried to kill you, Muah? Uh... Two bales. Them get rifle for red feather. Them go for more. Muah, go to bring them to the village. Them meet on trail. Then try to kill. I see. You must not be. Silver give Muah on him. Yes, he's looking off to the side. Help me pull Muah behind that bolt a quick. Come on, let me do it. There. Best in time. That shot came from among the trees over there. Two men run through trees. Maybe if you hurry you'll catch them. Let them go. Right now we have to get Muah out of the Indian village as quickly as possible. After replacing Muah's bandage they were bringing him as comfortable as possible on his horse. The long ranger and Tonto set out with the wounded Indian for red feather's village. They were forced to move at an easy pace. By the time they reached the village the Indian braves were already gone. Red feather take braves of many tribes. Them go to attack fort. Pale faces tell them chief red feather that Muah killed by two troopers. The men who brought the rifles wanted the Indians to attack the fort, Tonto. That's why they tried to kill Muah. That's right. Make Muah comfortable in his father's wigwam. I'll try to reach red feather before the attack begins. Adios. Racing against time the long ranger urged the great horse Silver along the trail toward the fort. Faster big fellow, faster. Come on, Silly. As he came close to the fort the sound of battle was heard. The attack has already begun. Must get through to red feather. Muah! On a ridge overlooking the valley approach to the fort red feather and the three white men with a few underchieftons sat on their horses watching the attack. Oh, he's a very big fellow. Aye, chief red feather. Aye. Man of the mask once swam to red feather. Him once saved pale face want peace. Not want to harm Indians. Me find him talk with crooked Don. No! No, great chief. I spoke the truth. Those who bring your rifles spoke with crooked Don. He must stop the attack on the fort. Troopers kill son of red feather. No, Muah is not dead. He rests now on the wigwam of his father. He's lying, red feather. We saw Muah shot down. You and your two friends shot Muah. You aroused the Indians against the fort. Oh, my arm! Get him down, Sandy Lou! Taylor! Taylor! At the chief's word, the other Indians moved close and grabbed both Sandy and Lou, pinning their arms back and winding larriots quickly around them. Red feather will go to village to see if man of the mask speak the truth. Wait, chief red feather. Stop the attack until you do go to the village. I have not spoken the truth. I shall be your prisoner. You may order the attack renewed. Malayte! Drums will call my braves from the attack. That is good, red feather. But if Muah not alive and at my wigwam, then the attack shall continue and you shall die. Now we go to village. Inside the fort, the Colonel anxiously watched the attack from one of the ram parts. Colonel, we can't hold out long. The ammunition is getting low. I was a treat of that. They're leaving. The Germans must be a signal for them to stop their attack. Thank heaven. Cease fire! Well, come on, we check the losses and check the rounds of ammunition that each man has left. For an hour or more, all was quiet. The Indians had disappeared over the ridge and the troopers waited tensely for a renewed attack. The Colonel and the captains lived in the watchtower near the main gate, scanning the distant ridge. Suddenly, the captain pointed and spoke excitedly. Colonel, a group of Indians are coming over the ridge now. We better start firing. Wait. They're waiting in those Indians. They're carrying a white flag. They can't quite make up. Captain, the mass may be sweeping me. Tell them to open the gate. Yes, sir. Sergeant, open the gate! Good down to meet them. Three other white men. Red Feather and a few of the tribal chiefs have come to talk peace with you, Colonel. Braves of Red Feather are on way back to Indian Village. They're not attacking anymore. Chief Red Feather has made a wise decision. Since you've broke the peace treaty... Pardon me, Colonel. Red Feather was led to believe the treaty was broken by the white men. The son of Chief Red Feather told us everything. When we brought here his prisoners, attacked an Indian hunting party two weeks ago and killed them all. They shot Red Feather's son and left him for dead last night. How do you know all this? Colonel, I found Muah the chief's son and attended his wound. Thus, before Red Feather and the rest of us left his village to come here, Muah told us he met these men on the trail to bring him to his father's village. Before they shot him, they boasted to Muah that he was in trouble. Matt's friend and total fine son of chief used good medicine to make Muah to live. Him say these pale faces shoot him. Then come to village later tell Red Feather attack Fort to get revenge. They still don't understand where they shot the chief's son. These three men had smuggled rifles to sell. They broke the peace between the Indians and the whites. Then talked Red Feather into taking the rifles from the loot. Ah, that's right. Them think more soldiers soon come to Fort so they shoot Muah on trail and blame troopers. Then want Red Feather to attack Fort quick. Captain, see that those three men are healthy trials. Yes, sir. Take them away, Sergeant. Red Feather, you and your chiefs may go in peace. The great white father doesn't understand why you went on the war path. But if you go on the war path again, you'll be severely punished. We leave now in peace. Red Feather not go on war path again. It good we have friend like man who wear masks. Muah! Very friendly. You saved the day for us, and I'm eternally grateful. Thanks, Colonel Corliss. Our concern is the same. It's about an understanding that will ensure peace and the worth for all time between the Indians and our own people. We could use more men like you and your Indian friends here. Thank you. You have nothing to more to fear. I'm sure the reinforcements I sent for will come to augment my garrison. Well, Talon and I must leave now. We'll see you again, Colonel. Adios. Adios, my friends. There goes the friendliest example of American manhood I've ever met, Captain. Yes, sir. But may I ask, just who is that masculine? He's a watchdog of liberty and justice in the West, Captain. He's the Lone Ranger. The feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Trenville Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Brad Boy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.