 special recording. General Mills, makers of sweets, breakfast of champions, and Cheerios, the old Cheerio ready to eat to present the Long Ranger. Hail to the fiery horse with a streak of life, the cloud of dust, and the holly-high old Cheerio, the Long Ranger. With his faithful Indian companion turtle, the daring and resourceful math spider of the plains led the fight for war 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. Come out of the past, come up wondering who speaks of the great horse, Silver. The Long Ranger rides again, don't do it. Don't do it, don't do it. Get on your way, get on your way, get on your way, wait, wait. You'll never get discouraged if you keep in mind champions are made, not born. Let's see how Tom Piers, past captain for the Los Angeles Rams, got on his way. At 12, Tom played football a lot, and many a bump is what he got, but he kept crying, never quit. And here's what helps to keep him fit. He ate his Wheaties every bit. Today, Tom sparks those touchdown drives. It's Wheaties still on which he rides. Wheaties to Piers. There's a past combination that's been clicking steady now for 19 years. Real energy in Wheaties. There's a full kernel of wheat in every Wheatie's plate. Okay, Tom, smack that top. Hey, hey, hey. He's on his way, on his way. He's on his way, on his way. Get on your way with Wheaties. Because champions are made not born. Yes, there. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with Wheaties. That's the suggestion. Even after her marriage to a wealthy Eastern lawyer named Homer Potts, the bucksome landlady of the Henry House in Modoc City was still affectionately known as Mar-Hanks. Though Mar had acquired a husband, she continued to run the hotel. And, as always, she permitted no one else to prepare the food she served in her dining room. It was almost 9.30, and all the day's chores were ended, Mar was still in the big, lamp-lit hotel kitchen during the baking of the next day's meals. As she took two deliciously fragrant apple pies from the oven, the kitchen door opened. Howdy, Mar. Eekies. Her color was a 14-year-old boy named Inky. Mar had a warm spot in her heart for the thin, speckle-faced orson who had been adapted by the newspaper editors several years ago. The mischievous, fun-loving boy was a hopeless prankster, but Mar was always glad to see him. He does the smile papers. Shall I put him in the front lobby? No, just leave him on the table for the time being. I'll put him out front in the morning. Tom's wife and I got the paper out. Tom set the kite before he left town. That's right, it is Tom. He went with Marshal Jim Frazier to help God the gold shipment Wells Fargo's bringing into the local office. I heard Marshal Jim took a couple of fellas with him to help him do the gardening. Mar, will you be using your horse tonight or tomorrow? Will you for it? No, why? Well, I wanted if you'd land to me. What for? To go after Tom and Marshal Jim. It'll be God-gun exciting helping God that goes. If Tom wanted you to go along, he'd be thinking that. Besides, you have work to do here. I've done the work, I got the paper out, and I'm having a thing to do for the next couple of days. God has to answer the time. If I let you risk your neck, I'll explain the time. You don't know. Come on in, the door's locked locked. Mar, will you think it over? I promise you I'll be mighty careful. Incy, you might as well forget about it. What's his part? Point six slide, look who it is. The one who's doing cargo. Oh, my. Come in, come in, baby, yeah. My land, I'm glad to see you. It's good to see you, too. Well, ain't he higher? My missus, did you bring Dan to town? Oh, Dan went to school to me. Oh, I wish I'd known the name of his school. I'd have told Homer to call on the land. Oh, is Uncle Homer me? He left for New York this morning. Sit down and make yourselves comfortable. Thank you. What brought you here? An old man named Stence Burrow. Never heard of the critter. He's well known in Missouri, and I can tell. He wanted to have a robbery murder. I wonder what a bringer cooked like him to town, unless great to try. Yes, what's wrong? I wonder if he's come here to get the gold, well-sparkled, beholden in town. What gold? Here, missus, take a look at the front page of this paper ink bar. That article there cares about it. Marshall Jim's going to Big Rock to help guard the shipment on its way here. According to this article, the gold will be held at the local Wells Fargo office for two days. That's right. Then it'll go out on the train to the Denver Mint to be made into coins. I told you there'd be some excitement over that gold. You hushed me. What's your opinion, missus? Well, it'd take more than one man to steal that gold shipment. Maybe Stence Bull has a partner. But he was traveling alone. Well, in that case, I reckon I was wrong. He probably doesn't even know about the gold. If he's in town and reads the paper, he'll know about it. How do I hope to talk to Marshall closure about Bell? Marshall will be back in a few days. But he's deputies in town. Then we'll warn him. Leading the lone ranger and tato in Mahang's kitchen, Inky went out the back door. Several yards away was the big hotel stable. As he slowly approached it, Inky thought sadly of the gold shipment. Yes, ma'am. Locked the mist out in the front of guiding all that gold. Inky stepped, dragged as he passed the stable window. Gosh, the lone ranger is still right there. I'm going in to see him. Listing the bulls on the stable door, Inky went inside. Moonlight swatting through the windows, shown on the lone ranger's mighty stallion. The boy moved to Silver's side and was thrilled when the horse wanted recognition. Gosh, you remember me, Silver. I'll get you to help capture a lie about life since I saw you laugh. I'd be helping capture some myself right now if I had a horse. In the next stall, Inky saw Uncle Homer's handsome wife. He crossed to Blacky's stall. Blacky, old boy. I'd be like to take you out of here. The big black crossed his head and called the floor of the stable. You'd like to go with me, wouldn't you, Silver? Then Inky saw Uncle Homer's saddle hanging on the wall. Oh, God. Despite of the saddle so near at hand was the last straw. Pemptation was too late for Inky. He decided to borrow the powerful black stallion without Mark's permission. He was taking Blacky's saddle from the black when he heard the voices of two men approaching the stable. Afraid of being caught there, Inky saw the hiding place. One of the voices, Inky heard, belonged to Spence Burl, the man the lone ranger and puddle had been trailing. The other man was a cafe owner named Clyde Russell. As they entered the stable, Spence Burl said, that masked man with engines had been following me. They'd been gulging my trail for a long time. You're a local, Spence. When I awired you to come and join up with me, I figured you were the gun swinging Inky used to be. Instead of that, your nerves have turned to fiddle strings. You keep going about the lone ranger and puddle being on your trail. Really? If you've lost your nerve, say so. Don't you that masked man for a dodge? I'll show you something that'll make you lose your nerve. Come on, take a look inside that stall. Huh? What about it? See that big white stallion? Yeah. Well, his name's Silver. Silver? Yeah. He's the lone ranger's horse. How'd you know he was here? I was heading for your place by way of the back alley so as no one would see me. When I spotted the masked man in the engine, were they traveling through the alley, too? Yeah, a regular lone ranger didn't want anyone to see him in his mask. Well, I followed him. They stopped at the Marso's office, but the place was dark, and they found that the back door was locked. Then they came here, left their horses in the stable, and headed for the back door of the hotel. How did you get here? Oh, I'm glad to know that masked man's in town. But the reason I can't help you get the gold, Clyde, you'll have to hide me in your place, or he may injure away from here. We have no way of knowing how soon you'll leave. I'm not showing myself until he's gone. Hold on, Spence. We have a chance to grab a fortune. Enough to put us in Edie Street for the rest of our lives. You'd be smart to forget that gold. Clyde, you're in the clear now. Take my advice and stay that way. With the masked man and the red skin around here, you haven't a chance. The curtain falls on the first act of our lone-ranger adventure. Before the next exciting thing, please commit us to pause for just a few moments. This is Mal Allen, sports announcer. In my work, I watch as many champions, and you know something? I've never yet heard of a player born a champion. You take the case of Dope Walker, star ball carrier of the professional Detroit Lions. Walter gets started fast, cuts back with Edie's, has a terrific change of pace. Every move comes from hours and weeks and seasons of practice. In my opinion, it's important, too, that Dope Walker has been eating Wheaties for 18 years, since he was 9 years old. Sure, Wheaties. That's just a champion. And that's might be easy to understand, I'd say. Wheaties are a human food. They help give a guy what it takes to get there and stay there and keep plugging. Naturally, why, there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties place. Now, look, maybe you took the scales at 190, or maybe you're just a little guy, bed set to get on your way. All right? Bear in mind, champions are made, not born. Get on your way with Wheaties. Breakfast of champions. Now to continue. Houching in Blackie's stall, Enky listened with mounting excitement to the conversation of Spence Burr and Clyde Roscoe. Ever since he reached his place of concealment, he'd been threatening a desire to sneeze, trying desperately to control the impulse. He wished the two men would leave, so he could report what he'd overheard to the Lone Ranger. Spence, I'm coming with you over on this particular way to get rid of that man. I don't want you to risk a tank that was in the Lone Ranger's hands before he was up. Why worry about the horn? How do you like to be struck by one of those moves? I don't need to ask too many kids to work and have work without anything off you. And ask for the dust. We're there. It lies in their throat compared to him. In spite of himself, it was he who felt the smooth coming. He touched his horn over his mouth and nose. Just then, Uncle Homer's high-spirited voice kicked the partition of his stall. They first struck the woods shortly, releasing a cloud of dust. The combination of the dust and the pungent set of boats and hay was too much for Enky. I'm coming! Hey, wait, what was that? Someone's in here, Spence. Show yourself. Put that gun away and jump in. Want to bring the whole town in? Whoever's here over there just call it. Show yourself and you'll not get hit. If you don't show yourself, we'll search this place for a brand-new. Spence and Clyde began the search for stable. And Enky realized he would soon be discovered. In an effort to escape, he set past Blackie, quietly opened and closed his stall door. He moved silently across the stable and almost reached the door. When moonlight shining through the open door revealed Enky. There he is, Clyde. Enky, stop or I'll blow your head off. Right in the spence. Don't let him get away. A moment later, the first moment of flying tackle, revving Enky around the maze, he brought him down. Now, put your hand over his mouth so he can't let out a yell. Right. Clyde, we better get out of here with this kid. We'll go down the alley to my place, Spence. Help me carry Enky. Right? Come on. Come on. Open that door, Spence. It's my private office. Secure it. Excuse me. Good to know and saw it. Come here. Now, then, Enky, you got to say one thing. You dirty poor cat. Bringing me here won't save you. The lowlings will find out about you and come here looking for me. How do you know? You defend the mines. I heard him telling my Hank about Spence's burn. You know what? I heard too much for your own good. We've got to get rid of this youngster, Clyde. I have a shack on a steep river, Spence. We'll take him there. Put that rope on him right. The lowlings will follow you to the shack. Then you'll capture both of you. You can't get away with it. A whole field? Yeah, he's right, Clyde. That man's men were smart enough to follow me to MoDark City and trail left to your shack will be easy for him. In that case, we'll have to get rid of the lowling right here. Yeah. Yeah? Well, I know a lot of fellows who tried that. We'll do it the easy way. What do you mean? We'll leave track so he'll be sure to follow us to my place. There are a couple of big, flat-top rocks in the river about 30 feet from my shack. We'll put Iggy on the rocks and leave him there. To rescue him, the masked man will have to take off his guns and swim to the rocks. Hey. Without his guns, the lowling range will be as helpless as a crippled duck. He'll open fire on him while he's in the water. That's a good idea, Clyde. It might work. It has to work. I don't plan to let that gent send me to jail. You gag the boy while I get my buck-board set for travel. Then bring him to the saddle, then we'll head for the shack. Sometime later, Ma emerged from a hotel kitchen with the lowling doing cuddles. The big landlady was walking with them to the stable where they left their horses. Leaking the stable, a saddle called the open door. That might be explained. Wonder who leaves door open. There it is. Someone's cooked black and saddles from the wreck. If you were mad, I'll get the landlady and take a closer look around in here. Here's a lad, Mrs. Puss. I like the landing. Thanks, Mr. Puss. There's that. How's it? You look attract some ground. What did you thought of? It looked like fights happened here. Great day. Here's Inky's hat on the floor. More hands. You know Inky's footprint. Yeah, condo. That short, narrow footprint is in. Let me take him in trouble. Here are the footprints of two men, condo. That's right. Inky's fall here. Oh! Two colors carry him away. Oh! I said still live. Come on, condo. We'll follow these tracks. Ma went along, holding the laundry, as the two men followed the footprints to the rear of Clyde Roscoe's cafe. They were about to open the cafe door. But Pato noticed the tracks that led to the nearby shed. Investigating, they recognized the saddle board. Inside the saddle board. That's right. Cracks show him come here without the color. These count in butthoards. I'll follow those wagon tracks. You go to the deputy marshal. And what we tell him? That Spence Burrow was in town. I'll tell him if he's disappeared. Show the deputy these wagon tracks and ask him to follow them. He's heavy. I'll see you later. Adios. Oh! Oh! It was nearly daybreak when Clyde Roscoe and Spence Burrow reached the sack. They left the wagon beside the building. Then Clyde and Clyde of both he had left the riverbed, placing Enki inside it. They rode a 30 foot distance to the side of a number of huge flat top rocks that jetted out of the water. After placing their prisoner on top of a rock, they rode back to shore. Now we're waiting for the masked man's fence. When he sees Enki on those rocks, he'll try to rescue him. And to make sure there's no bolted hand, we'll turn this one along. As soon as the current catches it, it'll be carried downstream and out of sight. In that way, the lone ranger will have to swim out to the rock. And as soon as the current catches it, it'll be carried downstream to swim out to the rock. Right. And he'll take off his guns and gun belts before he goes into the water. Yeah. As soon as he's without his guns, we'll open fire to Manbrush. While the tooth water sought a place of concealment among the dense brush on shore, Enki tried to work his gag out of his mouth. The Landana that had kept him silent was beginning to loosen. Daylight was well advanced when the lone ranger drew rain beside the shack. He dismounted his uses. He left the wagon quite expensive used and was about to enter the shack when he saw Enki on the rock offshore. At that moment, the gag finally fell away from Enki's mouth. He shouted a warning. The lone ranger hurriedly crossed to the ground and crawled to the protection of the shack as the ambushes opened fire. After having seen the deputy marshal paddle left Modark City and follow the trail of his mass friends, he was a short distance from the shack when he heard gunfire. He drew rain, looking for a moment. Then dismounted and moved on foot towards the sound. Seen by heavy underbrush, the Indian pass was on a few feet away from the shack. Without being seen by the lone ranger, they only be heard from Spurrow's voice. On the fire side, they came to get that mass man from here. When they're not here, they must be chosen to shoot. Well, if you stay here and keep firing your gun, well, I thought it chose in on the shack. What do you mean, it chose in on it? I'll make my way through to breath until I can draw a beat on it. I can't even say you come up. But you'd better hit him on your first shot. Don't worry. I'm not missed. I waited too long to gun that crit. You two drop guns from the shack. Drop guns on me too. Oh, I might injure up. I'll get that crit. Oh, my arm! My arm! You shot him. You keep hands up. Don't shoot me. You shot him. He's heavy. Yes, hello. He got dropped and cooked. Then over here with hands up. Pardon. Oh, I'd like to reach you. Uh, he's heavy. A short time later, Spurrow and his friend were riding in the driver's seat, while he, a striped scout, rode along the side of the road. Spurrow and his friend were riding in the driver's seat, while he, a striped scout, rode along the side of the road with the lone ranger, shooting an eye on the prisoners. They were half with the town when they met Mar-Hanks. The huge loanletty was accompanied by Deputy Marshall Peep Morgan. Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! Hold on! I was hiding right over there when I overheard those cooks talking about. If I hadn't sneezed, they'd never have captured me. Ehhh? I never said you to sneeze, it's got so much trouble! If you hadn't been in the stable, you wouldn't have gotten in the trouble. Huh? What were you doing here? Well, uh, uh... May you try and settle Homer's horse? Oh, my! No, but minding she, I'm not scolding her. In a way, you helped capture those bullcats. Gosh, just take mine. I helped the lone ranger. The fan is a boy of tennis. He's got pride in the robbers' den. And get his man because he knows. 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