 With a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a ha-ha-ha-yo silver! The lone ranger! With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, 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! It gives you a swell feeling to know that champions are made, not born. Roy Campanella, sensational catcher for the Brooklyn Dodgers, is an example. Sandlot grade school Legion ball, as a lad Roy played them all, learned to hit, to catch, to throw, and something else the champs all know, a Wheaties breakfast gave him gold. Now that Roy's well on his way, it's Wheaties still most every day. Twenty years, that's how long Roy's been sparking up with Wheaties. He picked a winner, there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties plate. Look out, pitcher, Roy's it back! 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, cause champions are made, not born. Sir, get on your way, get on your way, get on your way with Wheaties, breakfast of champions! Then through the hills, overlooking the tracks at a leisurely pace, when the train passed. A short time later, they rounded a turn on the hillside trail, and saw a man in the valley picking up scattered mail. The masked man recognized the postmaster. Oh, that's Hank Brogan. What are you doing? Picking up the mail. And I'm eating that literally. Hank goes to that place beside the track to wait for the mail for Clarksville. The mail bags are tossed to him from the train. Train stopped to give him mail? No, Tato. Apparently, when the mail was thrown from the train, well, the bags opened. Oh, then mail will fall out. Yes, Hank's picking it up. We'll give him a hand. Come on, Tato! But before they reached the bottom of the slope, Hank climbed into his wagon and drove away. The two men were about to pursue him, when Tato's keen eyes rested on a mutilated letter Hank had overlooked. The lone ranger and his Indian friend grew rain and dismothered. Who's over there? The masked man picked up the torn envelope. That'll mean party envelope. Yes, Tato. It's been cut almost in two. Oh, that happened. It looks as if it had been run over by the wheels of the train. This was addressed to Pete Perry in Clarksville. Oh, Pete Perry. Him on cafe in Clarksville. Yes, that's right. Marshall Blake in Clarksville suspects that Perry's acquainted with a number of men who should be behind bars. Who sent the letter? It's postmarked Circle City. Hmm. It must have been. That looked like paper money, an envelope. It's half of the one-place-old Mexican bill. Here's part of the letter. Oh. What letters say? Part of it's missing, but what's left indicates that someone named Mucho wants Pete Perry to send him an expert safecracker. Safecracker? The crax one is to identify himself to Mucho by presenting the enclosed banknote. Oh. That mean Marshall Blake was right about Pete Perry. It also means that a man named Mucho is planning a robbery. We ride to Clarksville, tell him Marshall Blake. No, tunnel. We ride to Circle City. He said it would be so easy. What we do there? Mucho is expecting a safecracker. But Pete Perry, not get letter, him not send proof to Circle City. Mucho doesn't know that. As far as he's concerned, the man who holds the banknote is the crax one he's sent for. We're not keeping him waiting. What's the count? After two days of hard travel, a masked man and Toto grew rain in the vicinity of Circle City. The Lone Ranger removed his mask, guns and clothing. He disguised his face and donned old clothes and an old gun belt with ordinary weapons and ammunition. As a precaution in case of questioning by the sheriff, he carried a letter from the governor. He went into town alone and rejoined Toto two hours later. Oh, he's a very big fellow. I've learned where to find Mucho, Toto. Yeah, the ranch, five miles east of Circle City. Maybe headquarters to gang. We'll find out. We're going there right now. A short time later, the disguised Lone Ranger and Toto drew rain on a thickly wooded slope. In the rock-studded valley below, they saw Mucho's ranch. This is as far as you go, Toto. Oh, what do you mean? I'm going to the ranch house alone to try to learn Mucho's plans. But that's plenty dangerous, Kimosanti. It might be if I didn't have this banknote to identify me. As soon as he sees it, Mucho will think I'm the safecracker he's expecting. I'll join you here later. Toto's face was grim as he watched his friend right away. The Indian dismounted and took a pair of field glasses from his saddlebag. He adjusted them and studied the buildings in the valley. Toto was even more concerned when he saw two armed guards stop and challenge his friend. Through the field glasses, he saw the Lone Ranger raise his hands and surrender his guns. Bad. Plenty bad. Him going to outlaw hideout without guns. May think Lone Ranger, head for trouble. One of the guards who had disarmed the disguised Lone Ranger took him to the ranch house. They entered the living room where a tall, heavily bearded man sat cleaning a rifle. The guard said, Mucho, his critter claims you sent for him. Who are you, mister? This torn banknote should identify me. You have the other half? You're the man I'm looking for. Let's see that bill. Here. Put it beside mine here for the special note. Are you satisfied? They match perfectly. What's this all about, boss? Pete Perry sent this man from Clarksville. He's the safecracker we've been waiting for, Slim. Oh, yeah? What's your name? Homie Tex. Why do you need a safecracker? To get the $60,000 in the Wells Fargo vault in Circle City. I cut you in for a tenth of the loot and give you a permanent place in my gang if you do the job right. What about the law in Circle City? I've been outsmarting Sheriff Wade for a long time. I'm not worried about him now. Slim, take Tex out to the bunkhouse and see that he meets the gang. Right, Mucho. Come on, Tex. Need the word. See you later, Tex. Bye. Mucho moved to a window and watched as Slim and the newcomer named Tex walk toward the bunkhouse. As he looked after the two men, the door opened softly behind him and a gunslinger named Shad entered the room. Though Shad was unknown to the authorities, he had committed a number of crimes including murder. As a practiced law dodger, he was also interested in the newcomer. He pointed toward the bunkhouse and said, So, that's the safe crack of curry, Senator. Too bad you weren't here to meet him, Shad. But he'll be back. I'm wondering about his nerve. Nerve? Yeah. How well he'll keep his mouth shut under pressure. Oh, he wouldn't talk. Well, if he's in a safe sign, we better test that hombre before we turn him loose. Oh. He hasn't seen me yet. I'll pose a sheriff, Ben Wade, from Circle City and arrest him. He might know Sheriff Wade, but there's one man we can be sure he doesn't know. Yeah, who? This fellow served our purpose better than a loan. Who was he? The loan ranger. A loan ranger? That's right. We've all heard of him. Chances are Tex has heard of him, too. Yeah. You dress as the loan ranger. Put a mask over your face and a white horse in the corral mount him. Nice. Have him, Buccio. That's a good idea. I take Tex to town to look over the Wells Fargo building. You wait for us along the trail. I hightail and leave you along with him. That'll give me a chance to ask a lot of questions. I'll soon know whether or not he's to be trusted. In town, Sheriff Ben Wade learned that a suspicious-looking stranger named Tex had been looking for Muccio. The laman called his two deputies together and asked, Either of you know where that Tex gent is now? You left town a couple hours ago, Sheriff. Where'd he go? Said he was going to Muccio's place. Why? Boys, we've been trying to get something on Muccio for a long time. We never have. That stranger might be able to give us some information. We're going to ask him some questions. We might have to go all the way to Muccio's ranch to see him. That's all right with me. Meanwhile, Chad left the valley astride a white horse. With a mask in his pocket, he felt sure he would have no difficulty convincing the newcomer that he was the loan ranger. He rode hard to reach the appointed meeting place before Tex and Muccio. Half an hour later, Muccio and the loan ranger came out of the ranch house. Tonto saw them head for town. He mouthed intending to follow them. Easy scout, easy fellow. Get a mask out. As he rolled from the shelter of trees toward the trail his friend had taken, Slim and another lookout named Jobone saw him. Jobone exclaimed, Hey, Slim, it's Redskine. What's he doing around here? Looks like he's following Tex in the bush. Hit the saddle, Jobone. We'll follow that engine. The clicking falls on the first act of our loan ranger adventure. Before the next exciting themes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. I'm Mel Allen, the fellow who broadcast the New York Yankee baseball games. Naturally, I'm a little partial toward the Yankees, but I'll tell you this, when the Cleveland Indians come to town, there's one fellow I really keep my eye on. And that's Pweetie's champion, Al Rosen. Living proof that champions are made, not born. You watch Allen batting practice or whipping that ball around with his teammates. And you can tell every move has been grooved by years of practice. Sit down with Al for breakfast and you'll see where he gets that energy. Al chooses Pweetie's. He knows. You don't get on top or stay on top if you're not in top condition. Now, Pweetie's are nothing new with Al Rosen. No, sir. He's been eating them 22 years since he was seven. Not off and on either, but right along. Pweetie's can help anyone get on his way. After all, there's a whole kernel of Pweetie in every Pweetie's plate. You can take my word for it. Champions are made, not born. Get on your way with Pweetie's Breakfast of Champions. Now, to continue. Here's your phone. Hey, you, draw rain. Looking over his shoulder, Tonto saw the pursuing outlaws closing in on him. Their guns were drawn. Stop or we'll blow your head off. Hold your gun. Hold your gun. Hold your gun. Hold your gun. Hold your gun. You'll answer the questions, engine. Who are you? Me, not Tom. What's the idea of following our pals? Speak up. Hey, I know who this Redskin is. I've seen him before. What? He's Tonto. The engine who travels with a Lone Ranger. A Lone Ranger? Yeah. He and his masked pal must be wise to his... Right. I'll disarm the Redskin. You take him to the ranch and keep him there. What about you? I'll go after the boss and warn him to be on the lookout for the Lone Ranger. Mucho and the disguised Lone Ranger were traveling toward town at a leisurely pace. Nearing the place where he knew Shad would be waiting, Mucho studied the heavy underbrush bordering the trail. Looking for someone, Mucho? Well, I... It's always a little uneasy when I hit this stretch of trail. Why? The rocks and underbrush around here be a good place for an ambush or to line away. I'm too going. Close it. Shad ascribed the white horse and wearing a mask. Emerged from a place of concealment on the trail ahead. As soon as he saw the disguised outlaw, Mucho wheeled his horse. That masked man looks like the Lone Ranger. I am the Lone Ranger. I'm getting out of here. As Mucho spurred his horse, the animal raced from the trail to the shelter of protecting trees and brush. The Lone Ranger studies the masked man. How use you trying to run away, Mr. You didn't stop Mucho. You're the one I want to talk to. So you're the Lone Ranger. That's right. What's your business with me? I want to ask you some questions about that Mucho gent. Why? Because I figure he's a crook. You've heard anything about me. You know I put a lot of fellas like him behind bars. I've heard of the Lone Ranger, but I've never heard of you. What's your game? At that moment, Slim raced into view. By using several shortcuts, he hoped to overtake Mucho and warn him about the Lone Ranger. When he saw the masked man on the trail ahead, his worst fears were realized. The Lone Ranger had captured Tex. Grabbing his gun, Slim shouted, I'm getting Tex. No, no, don't shoot. Shad cried out to identify himself to Slim, but it was too late. The outlaw's bullet struck him. Slim, host of your gun. I got him, Tex. He's the Lone Ranger. He's not the Lone Ranger. I met his engine pallet. Hey, look. Three riders coming this way. Sheriff and his deputies. I'm clearing out of here. There you are. Hey, what's the idea of the gun? You stay and take your medicine for shooting this man. You're local. If you think you'll stop me with that gun. What? Joe Bone and I took the bullets out of it before we gave it back to you. You can take the blame for shooting that masked man. I'm clearing out for those lawmen. Get within shooting range. Get up there, pal! As Slim raced from the scene of the ambush, the Lone Ranger broke open his guns. Empty. He's said it before. He's examining Shad when the sheriff and his deputies drew rain. Take your hands off me, sir. Get covered. Sheriff, that's the gent who was asking for mucho. He's Ted. Take his guns. They're empty, Sheriff. Easy boy. I'll take them anyway. I'll keep them covered. Joe's here about the critter on the ground. Right, Sheriff. Did he? Looks like he's hurt bad. He's dead. So you killed him, huh? No. A man named Slim shot him. Slim ran away as soon as he saw you and your deputies. Who's Slim? He works for mucho. I've got this gent's gun, it's on the tooth. They're both empty. Examine them and you'll see they haven't been fired. Never mind giving the orders, mister. We know our jobs. Joe, take the mask off that dead man. Yeah. Hey, this is Shad Martin. Shad Martin? I'm talking about mucho's ranch. I see. You claim mucho's man Slim shot him? Yes, he did. Shad was posing as a Lone Ranger. What? Sheriff, if you'll listen to me, I'll give you information enough to put mucho and his whole gang behind bars. I'll listen in town at the jail. Now you hit the saddle and come along peaceful. Zeb? Put Shad's body on his horse. We'll take it to the coroners. Right. As the deputy named Zeb moved toward the dead man, the Lone Ranger noticed that the great horse Silver stood between him and the other two lawmen. The gun Shad dropped when he fell from the saddle. We're on the ground near the disguised Lone Ranger. He shouted, Take him Silver! Almighty Silver understood the command. The Sheriff's horse reared to escape the stallion's charge. As the Sheriff spilled from the saddle, Joe jumped to the side to escape being trampled. Zeb had been so startled by the unexpected attack that he turned his attention from the prisoner toward his friends. By the time he realized what had happened, the Lone Ranger had Shad's gun. That's your hands up, Zeb. But you can't... I have no time to argue. All right. Almighty Silver, steady big fella. You'll pay for this. You think you'd get away by wrapping us up? I'm sorry that was necessary. Are you all right, Sheriff? I reckon I didn't break any bones in that fall. Good. What about you, deputy? I'm not hurt, but what are you going to do now? I'm going to show you a letter and I'm going to talk and you three are going to listen. A couple of days ago, my Indian friend and I found a letter Muccio sent to a man named Pete Perry in Clarksville. Muccio wanted Perry to send him a safe back home. After the sheriff read the governor's letter, the disguised Lone Ranger told the sheriff about the letter that brought him to Circle City. When he told what he had learned from Muccio, the surprised lawman exclaimed, You mean the loot from a couple of their robbers is hidden in the ranch house? That's what Muccio told me. And a poor cat's plan and they had the Welsh Fargo cash to it. Sam, head for town. Get a posh together and take him to Muccio's place. Joe and Texan, I'll be waiting for you at the fork in the trail. It's about a quarter of a mile from that poor cat's ranch. I'll be there, sheriff. And don't waste any time. Get out, get out there. It'll be dark in half an hour. I'll move in in that place and take the gang by surprise. I'll join you at the fork in the trail, Sheriff. Easy said to me, fella. Well, where are you going? To meet my Indian friend, Tato. He'll want to take part in this fight. Muccio! Darkness was falling by the time the Lone Ranger reached the hillside. He had left Tato. He saw his friend's gear and the saddlebag containing his own clothing and guns. But Tato was nowhere in sight. As he donned his familiar riding clothes and buckled on his gun belt, the Lone Ranger realized that Tato must have been captured. Silly Lou, Muccio and his men captured Tato. They'll have to move without the sheriff. Placing his mask across his eyes, the Lone Ranger swung to the saddle. Are you setting up? Come, Silly Lou! Darkness was complete when he drew rain at the corral a short distance from the ranch buildings. Leaving silver ground hitch nearby, he went to the corral gate. He whistled softly. A moment later, a scout trotted to the Lone Ranger's side. Scout old fella. Leaving the corral, the masked man hurried toward the lamplit ranch house. He entered the house and met Slim in the hallway. Hey, Max, I thought I killed you. Sorry, Slim, but I haven't time for talk. You sound like Tex. Walk ahead of me to the living room. Remember, this 45 hour back, wide-eyed at the sight of the Lone Ranger's mask, Slim stumbled obediently toward the living room. As he approached the doorway, Muccio called. Who is it? Answer him. It's Slim, Muccio. I told you the place where you like to chat. What? Don't reach for your gun, Muccio. Slim, what's the idea? Who is this masked man? He must have it. I knew you were here, Ta-na, when I saw a scout in the corral. You're covered, Muccio. You better keep your hands up. I don't know how to cut those ropes. You too. Don't move. When Joe Bone and I captured Ta-na, we figured the Lone Ranger was nearby. You mean this tent is the Lone Ranger? Yeah. That's right, Muccio. But you sound like tax. Boss, what do we do? I call the boys. They'll kill you on this red skin, Mr. Yes, again, Muccio. You and your gang are through. You're local. Hey, boss. A lot of riders heading this way. That sheriff's waiting. He's posse. Muccio ran to the window. A rising moon gave light enough to see the riders drawing rain outside. Muccio counted more than a dozen men. Then he saw the glint of moonlight on the sheriff's badge. He ran to the window. In a desperate effort to escape the justice that was coming, he grabbed a gun on a nearby table. But the mask man saw the gesture. A silver bullet creased the outlaw leader's hand. At the sound of the shot, the gang rushed from the bunkhouse. But the sheriff's posse was waiting for them. Ten minutes later, Sheriff Ben Wade and his deputy Joe were in the ranch house living room with the Lone Ranger and Toto. Muccio and his gang were outside. All handcuffed and ready for the ride to town, Mr. You and your men would have been here sooner if we hadn't waited a while for a gent named Tex. Tex never showed up. Well, he had other business to attend to. Such is coming here and freeing Toto? Yes, Sheriff. I thought so. Tell him I'll be on our way now. Where are you heading? To Clarksville. We have some unfinished business with a man named Pete Perry. Adios. Adios. Thanks. Thanks a lot. Glad we could help you scout from the corral. Uh, we'd be glad to see him. Sheriff, are you thinking I am? I might be, Joe. Tex and that masked man are one and the same person. Yeah. And the masked man's the Lone Ranger. Mr. Boy of 10, he busts right and gets his man because he knows. Got just the breakfast to start a healthy, happy day. It's real muscle-building food. Every spoonful contains vitamins, minerals, and proteins your body needs. They help give you healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones, and muscles. So eat Cheerios. People will say... He's feeling... ...a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is created by George W. Trendle, produced by Trendle Campbell Muir Incorporated, directed by Charles D. 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