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You see, there's no extra charge for the blackboard. Nothing to do, nothing to send in. You just pay the regular Wheaties price. So look for the Wheaties package with the sign on the front that says blackboard. That means there's one of these wonderful blackboards on the back ready to use. Be sure to pick up several. They're at your grocers right now. Ask for the special Wheaties blackboard package. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful mask 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 hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Come on, I'm still there. What's going on? I'm still there. In the early days of the western railroads, track walkers kept a constant watch over the rails. Living in isolated shacks and patrolling sections between wood yards where locomotives refueled. They worked seven days a week regardless of the weather. Old Mike Moran was one of these track walkers. He was about to leave his shack one Sunday morning. He had a rolled red flag under one arm and was about to take his gun from the wall rack. When the door flew open and a man said, Heist your hands, you old goat, reach. My hands are up. Don't shoot. Take his gun, Lundy. Right. Grisco, you take his flag and the keys to the switches. We might need them. What do you want with those things? They're railroad property. So are trains, Mike. We aim to steal a train. What? Keep your hands up. I remember you. You're slim north-hot. You work for the Union Pacific until you turn train robber and went to prison. You've got a good memory, Mike. I suppose you broke out of the penitentiary. No, Frisco Lefty and I served our term. We were released on a Bluefield pen last week. You'll go back to prison. Oh, we plan to go back. But not the way you think. What do you mean? We're going to rip that pen wide open and free a lot of the convicts. Including some lifers who ain't going to join my gang. What's the train schedule today? I'm not telling you anything. Maybe this'll loosen your tongue. You'll pay for this? Talk her out clippy again. Say you're not going to slim. It's a slate that tells what trains are running today. Ah, good. What's it say? Uh, 10 this morning, a fast freight is due to pass here going west. At 11 east, bound freight is due. At 1145, an engine and tender running without cars. That's the one we want. Right. Time gag, Mike, while we go over our plans to make sure we haven't slipped up on anything. With a track walker, we'll hear our planes. That's all right. You'll have no chance to interfere. Somebody might find them here, Slim. No one's likely to. No one ever comes this way. Except trains have passed. I think we ought to put a bullet to his head. All right. For old times' sake, I'm leaving Mike alive. We'll probably stop the death. Well, that's different than shooting them. Not time gag. I'm good and tight. All right, Slim, if you say so. Lie down on that bunk. You'll never get away with it, Slim. Get up and put your hands behind your back. All right, boys, listen. We'll stop that locomotive just this side of where the spur attract to the Bluefield Pen branches off the main line. That's where we board the locomotive. And switch it off the main line and under the spur. Right. Is that the spur attract that runs through the prison gate? Yeah, Latine. That gate's never opened except when a train comes through to bring supplies or pick up goods that have been made in the prison shop. That's right. And those trains never arrive except when the convicts are at work or in their cells. But this afternoon it'll be different. Being Sunday, all the boys will be in the prison yard when the locomotive busts through the gate. Slim, you sure it'll smash the gate? Yeah. No gate's strong enough to stand up against the locomotive. The guards on the wall will notice something wrong when they see the engine coming. They'll probably fire at us. The engine cab will protect us till we're inside the wall. After that, when the gate's down, every convict in the yard will make a break. And the guards will be shooting at everyone. That's right. Have all the boys in our gang been tipped off? Yep. They'll rush to the locomotive where we'll have guns for them. We'll help them shoot the way to where we have the horses hidden. Are you through tying and gagging, Mike? Yep. He's all tied. All right, let's go. Leaving old Mike tied and gagged, Slim Northcott and his two companions rode east to await the eastbound locomotive and tender at a point near the branching spur track to the Bluefield prison. Later that morning, the Lone Ranger and Tato also riding east grew rain in front of the Trackwalkers' cabin. Who's down there? Why we stop? He's just a big fella. Trackwalkers are generally good sources of information, Tato. We see at this one's at home. He may know something about all the horses that have been stolen recently. He may not answer a rap. He may be walking the track. He may be sleeping. Yeah, we look inside. The Lone Ranger and Tato found old Mike tied and gagged. After releasing him, they learned of Northcott's plan to smash the prison gate. Tato and I jail Northcott once. We'll try to do it again. Mike, do you have some old clothes here? Got over all some jacket in that closet. All right, I'll wear them over my own clothes and disguise my face to look like a railroader. What do you do then? I'll stop the locomotive and warn the two men in the cab. Are you ready for Northcott and his partners? Me go with you. Now, Tato, I want you to go to the Bluefield Penitentiary. Take Silver and Mike with you. Use the trail through the hills. It's much shorter than the railroad route. Why do you want me to go to the prison? To report Northcott's plan to the warden. Ask him to be ready for the locomotive. I have a plan. Please listen carefully. After listening to the Lone Ranger, Tato loaned his horse to the trackwalker and mounted Silver. When it started for the prison, the Lone Ranger pulled Mike's shabby overalls and jacket over his own clothes, then removed his mask and disguised his face with stain and soot. He found a pair of goggles in the shack and put them over his eyes. A pocket of the overalls yielded several of the railroad torpedoes Mike used to stop trains when he discovered a defective piece of track. By that time, it was nearly noon. The Lone Ranger heard the engines whistle in the distance and placed three of the torpedoes at intervals along one rail. The big engine approached rapidly, maintaining a steady speed until one of the wheels exploded the torpedoes. After danger signaled, the engineer closed the throttle and applied the brakes. With the locomotive halted, the engineer and fireman looked through the window of the cab. I don't see old Mike around. There's a man in overalls coming toward us. He's waving. He's a new trackwalker. Hey, you! Did you put torpedoes on the track? Yes. What's wrong? Nothing wrong with the track, but I have something important to tell you. I'll join you in that cab. Who are you? I'm the man who's taken over Mike Moran's responsibility for the safety of this locomotive. All right. Three monowetting for you near the blue fuel spur. Intend to steal this engine and use it to smash through the penitentiary gate. Yeah? You sure? Yes. One of the man is Slim Northcott. That crook. I thought he was in prison. I don't want to bust back in. He wants to release other convicts who will join his gang. You must be a railroad detective. That's a logical conclusion. What's your name? Well, I used several names to suit my convenience. Just call me Smith. Suits me? Where's Mike Moran? I sent him away. He's too old to be involved in gunfire. Gunfire? Yes. You're both wearing guns. Can you use them? Of course. I'll ride with you. If you stop the engine and Northcott flag you, we'll take him and his parties by surprise. I'll get in the way. You want to watch the track ahead? Yes, I'd like to. That's why I wore goggles. Then stick your head through the window on the fireman's side of the cab. Right. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. G-man Jimmy is eight years old. He is strong and he is bold. He can capture outlaws cause he knows. He's got gold power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got gold power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got gold power. There he goes. He's feeling his Cheerios. Cheerios. Cheerios. That's Cheerios, all right. The nourishing old cereal that shaped like little letter-os. The ready-to-eat cereal with a wonderful toasted old flavor. What's more, every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle-building food. That's right. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals and proteins your body needs. These good things in a Cheerios breakfast do good things for your body. Help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones and muscles. Yes, Cheerios is made to give you real gold power. So try Cheerios. The famous old cereal that needs no cooking. And soon you'll hear people say... He's feeling his Cheerios. Now to continue. With his head outside the window, the disguised lone ranger appeared through the goggles at the track ahead. And presently saw three men standing beside their horses near the blue field spur. One of the men waved a signal flag. Hello. Yeah, they're alongside the switch. As the engineer closed the throttle and applied the brakes, the lone ranger recognized the man who signaled. That's what I thought. When the locomotive halted about 10 yards from the conspirators, the fireman behind the lone ranger's back spoke sharply. Don't touch your guns. Hands high, Mr. Smith. What does this mean? You're a smart railroad detective. You should be able to figure it out. Come up here, Slim. We got a surprise for you. Who's that critic? A railroad detective. Cinder dick, eh? Come on, boys. You better take that critter's guns. Yeah. These look like good shooting lines. I think I'll keep them. Where'd you pick up this critter? He stopped us at Mike Moran's shack. That's why we're a little late. He stopped us to warn us that you and the boys plan to steal his engine. Wanted to warn you, eh? That's a good one. He didn't suspect we were in on the plans. He didn't want to take any chances so we kid them along until we knew you'd be here to meet us. So you're a railroad detective, eh? You heard what the fireman said. I hate railroad detectives. I hate them. Why, you hold it. I got his arms. Oh, you thought you'd slap me back, eh? Northcott, you'll pay for that slap. Yeah. I'll give you something else to repay. How's this? Prisco, help me hold it. Come on. To make room in the cab for Northcott's swinging fists, the engineer and fireman moved back for the fuel supply and the tender. The lone ranger whose arms were held by Prisco and Letty had no chance to defend himself. The cruel blows to his chin and body were more than human endurance to tolerate and he soon lost consciousness. That does it. I'll let go of him, boys. The lone rangers slumped to the floor of the cab and laid there motionless. I sure gave him a beating, Slim. He's out cold. I hate detectives. What do we do with him, Slim? Throw him out of the engine cab? I'm thinking. He's putting a bullet through his head. He can't let him stay alive. Boys, I've got an idea. What is it? We'll tie the detective to the front of the engine. Then when we run the engine against the prison gate, we'll... Think you're not for yourself. Slim, the guards on the prison wall are sure to see him and know something's wrong. They'll know it anyway. As soon as the engine swings around the bend and the view of the guards, they'll know I reckon you're right. Before they figure things out, the gate will be smashed. After that, there'll be plenty of confusion. And gunplay. Oh, that reminds me. You bring the guns for our pals inside the wall. Yeah, they're in the tool box. Good. Now find some ropes so we can tie this detective in front. I've got some spare bell rope right here. Good. Grisco, you're left to lug that critter to the front of the engine, tie him there. All right. Come on, lefty. Right. Want help? Your horses really are, Slim? Yeah, they're tied to trees. They'll be all right. A few minutes later, the long ranger regained consciousness and found himself in front of the locomotive, held there by ropes around his chest and hips. His hands were lashed to the headlight and his feet rested on the cowcatcher. He heard Slim Northcott saying... If you set the switch to take us out of the bluefield first. Yeah, Slim, we're set to roll. Climb aboard. Let's go. We've moved ahead. Turned onto the spur track and gathered speed. Meanwhile, at the bluefield penitentiary, Toto and Mike Moran, the track walker, stood near guards on top of the prison wall overlooking the gate and the railroad tracks that led to it. The warden approached saying... Mike, you didn't tell me the identity of the man who sent you and Toto here with suggestions. I told you he wore a mask, warden, but I couldn't tell you who he is because I don't know. I checked the prison records and found that a mask man and Toto here were instrumental in sending Northcott to prison for the term he just completed. Yeah. And that mask man's on our side of the law. Right, Toto? That's right. You do what I'm saying? Yes, I've had all the convicts taken from the prison yard and locked in their cells. Not good. And all available guards have been stationed inside the gate and along the section of track within the prison wall. Warden. I don't see smoke. It looks like the engine's coming. You're right. I'll alert the guards below. You men at the gate, get ready. When I give the signal, you know what to do. At that moment, the big locomotive headed toward the prison with its crew of desperadoes in the cab and a lone ranger tied to the front. The engineer with his head out the window and his hand on the throttle called... Almost there. Hang on, sir. I don't want to be told when we hit the gate. I'd hate to be the critter on the front. As soon as we're inside the wall, the boys will rush towards us. Have the gun ready to toss to them. They're ready, Slim. I see the guards on top of the wall. Do they got a shoot? They don't act like it. I see the warden. He's standing beside an engine. Now he's waving his hand. Waving to us? To me like he's waving to someone inside the gate. Yeah. Now he and the engine are leaving the wall. Hey, the gates are going to open. Hey, let me see. I'm looking out this side to get you wide open. And the yard's full of guards. They got rifles and shotguns. This is a trap. Set the brakes. We're not stopping. We're sliding right through the gate. Stop them back out. Getting over the rails with smoking break shoes the big engine and tender slid past the wide open gates and well within the prison yard. We're trapped. Surrounded. We got a shoot. We came to a stop near the end of the track. The outlaws leap from the cab with guns in hand and open fire. The gates fight to the gates. They shot it behind us. Shoot it out boys. While guns bark, Tunnel ran to the front of the locomotive with his knife in hand. Cutting the strong cords that held the lone ranger. I'm all right Tunnel. I make out of these overalls. I work soon. I quit. I don't want to die. Oh my leg. I was like the fights about over. I've had enough. Oh you crooks keep your hands high. Search him in. In time. I never should have listened to you Northcott. You got me on the prime and in the list. Shut up. Well Northcott, looks like you're back in prison for a long time. We were ready for him. Thanks in the information sent by the man you had tied to the front of the engine. I'm just sorry I didn't put a bullet through the head of that railroad detective. You want to know Mike? He said he took your place. Don't tell me. Northcott, see for yourself. Here he comes without the overalls and jackets. Why? Why is it a mess? That man. Let's use white steel in the tunnels. Well Northcott, you weren't long out of prison. I owe you a beating. I think the law will take care of your punishment. All I want from you is a pair of guns. Right there on the ground where he dropped them. Oh thanks, Warden. Northcott. I was firing your guns. Firing silver bullets, Northcott. You didn't know that. Still for ready, Kimusami. All right, Tutto. Well, Warden, that seems to settle this affair. Yes, all but one thing. Why were you tied to the front of a locomotive? Northcott thought that would be a unique way to kill a detective. If I'd known who you really are, what I'll get you. There'll be another day. Northcott, I'll be waiting for you. You'll not get out. Neither will anyone else. Mike told me his old gang was counting on escape. So from now on, we'll be more careful than ever. Good. Adios, Warden. Goodbye and thank you. Goodbye, Mike. Open the gate for the mass man and Tutto. Warden, you know who that mass man is. But you didn't tell me. I'll tell you this, Mike. If everyone believed and behaved as that mass man does, there'd be no criminals, convicts, no prisons. He's the Lone Ranger. A copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Cambell Mure 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 Mondays through Fridays at this same time.