 The speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hotty-high old silver! The lone ranger! Faithful Indian companion Toto, the daring and resourceful Masked 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. For a lot of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the Great Wharf Silver! The lone ranger rides again! One silver! Let's go, big fellow! Are you still there? Bobby is a boy of nine. He can really hit that line. He's a star because he knows... Those vitamins and proteins that your body needs. Yes, indeed. A bowl of Cheerios and milk really starts your day off right. Does all sorts of good things for your body. Helps you have strong bones and muscles, good red blood, and healthy nerves. So every morning, take on a bowl of Cheerios and milk for real go-power. You like that wonderful toasted oat flavor too. Downright delicious. Come to think of it, Cheerios is one of the tastiest muscle-building foods you can eat. Try Cheerios and you'll hear... He's feeling his Cheerios! Here's paste the floor of his headquarters at Fort Drake. As he talked to his aide, Captain Vail. Help him here. Twice we've lost wagons bringing supplies and guns to the fort. I know, sir. The Indians seemed to know just when they were coming. That's it exactly. Someone must have tipped them off. Someone named this talk kid is a traitor. There's only one who might have the chance to pass on the information, sir. The Army scout, Pender, comes and goes as he pleases. I've suspected Pender right along. Of course we must have proof before we can bring charges against him. From now on, have Pender followed whenever he leaves the stockage. Yes, sir. Furthermore, I... I want you to send a courier to meet the three wagons we expect tomorrow. Give orders for the wagons to use the river trail instead of coming through the valley where the other two attacks took place. I'll send a courier at once, Colonel. And as you ordered, I'll have Pender watch from now on. One of those wagons is bringing a load of gunpowder, which we need so badly. Go to once and carry out my orders. Later in a grove on a ridge overlooking an Apache village, the Army scout, Pender, pulled to a stop. Oh! Oh, there! As he just muttered, an Indian stepped from the tall brush. Me not think you'll get here so soon. I left the stockade earlier and I intend to crowfoot. What's more, I'm not going back. Why you say that? They found out about me. I listened outside the Colonel's door, heard him telling the captain to have me followed. Well, I left in a hurry before the captain had a chance to do it. But how will you help Apache if you not go back to stockade? I found out something else while I listened. Three more wagons are coming to the fort. And the Colonel is sending orders by courier for them to stay away from the valley and take the river trail. When wagons come tomorrow, you tell Chief Big Wolf to have his braves ready to attack them on the river trail. I'll see you tomorrow, Crowfoot. So long. The following afternoon, the three army wagons moved slowly along the river trail. Get up! Get on there! I'd like to know what the reason is for changing our route. The reason for what I'm going to... Starting the wagons were soon overpowered, falling under the savage attack by the Apaches. Some distance away, the lone ranger and his Indian companion, Toto, were riding along the river trail for the distant battle. He must have it! Listen! Hold him! Hold him! He's a stupid killer! Hold! Sounds like Indians attacking. All right, let's go. Come on, Toto! By the time the masked man of Indian reached the scene of the attack, the Indians had left. Hold him! Hold him! Oh, we're too late, Toto. Tracks show Indians drive away with three wagons. Take trooper's horses. We'll see if any of them are still alive. The two men went from one trooper to another, but none were alive. The lone ranger fought a moment, then spoke. Toto, the report isn't far from here. I'll go report this to Colonel Pierce. They want to see the bodies for identification before they're buried. Do you wait here until I come back? No, you wait. Come on, silly! The masked man had helped Colonel Pierce in the past and had no difficulty when he asked to be taken to the Commandant's headquarters. The Colonel greeted him as an old friend. I'm very glad to see you again. It's good to see you again, too, Colonel. But frankly, I brought bad news. Bad news? That's right. Briefly, the masked man told about the attack and of the death of the troopers on the River Trail. It's terrible. Do it once and take some in along to look after those poor villagers. Captain, order a squad of men prepared to ride at once. Yes, sir. We could hear the attack from a distance, sir. Those men didn't have a chance. This is the third attack in a month. The arrival of each wagon train was an army secret, yet the Apache is found out. Do you have any idea how, sir? Yes. An army scout named Pender. I'm sure he's the one who gave him the information. What makes you so sure? One of the other scouts reported that he saw Pender riding into the Apache village last week just before the last attack took place. You didn't have Pender brought before you? No. Yesterday I ordered dispatch sent, changing the route of the wagons. Also, I ordered that someone be detailed to follow Pender. He left hurriedly before that order could be carried out. He didn't return. He must have learned of those orders somehow. Left to tell the Apache side. I don't know how he could have. Anyhow, he left hurriedly. And now I hear of another attack. Your horse is running, sir. In the manner waiting. Very good, Captain. That's you. Right. Soon, the lone ranger with the Colonel and the troopers arrived at the scene of the attack. The unfortunate victims of the raid were sadly placed upon pack horses and the troopers started slowly back to the port. The Colonel lingered a few moments to talk to the masked men. This massacre is an outrage. We must put a stop to such attacks once and for all. But the Apache's greatly outnumber your men, Colonel. Yes, I know. I have simple reinforcements, but my request has been denied. Why? The general in charge of this area is new. He sent me a dispatch saying that to march against the Apache's enforce will cause a general uprising. Otto, I'll stay in this territory and do some scouting. If the Apache show evidence of making a move, we'll let you know soon. Thank you. I know I can count on you. I'll get back to the port now. Goodbye for a while. Adios. Yes, sir. You did well. What can we do now? Keep us coming. Otto, you keep close watch on Big Wolf and his brains. The masked man and his Indian friend made camp in a woods not far from the Apache village. That evening, they rode to the ridge overlooking the Indian village, leaving their horses hidden among the trees. They cautiously moved forward on foot to see what was going on. From a vantage point behind a large boulder on the ridge, they looked down. It looked like them whole pow-wow near campfire from the chief's wingman. I wish we could hear what's going on. Chief's wingman, near for the wooded slope. Be good down. Get close. Try here. What if they capture you, Toto? Then not capture me, Kimosami. You wait. Assume me to back. Silently, like a shadow, Toto disappeared into the underbrush. As time went on, the long winger became anxious. He knelt behind the boulder, watching intently and listening for any sound that might indicate Toto had been discovered. You stand up. Raise hands high. Slowly, the mask man stood and turned to face the leering, painted face of Crowfoot, who stood holding a gun. Me take you to village. A patch is here of pale face who wear mask. Big wolf be happy. Let brave use some ox on mask man. You drop gun. A long ranger had seen Toto move silently behind the Apache and hold the knife at his back. Crowfoot, taken by surprise, hastily dropped his gun. You nothing sound. Good work, Toto. We're tired and gagging. The mask man and Indian tied and gagged Crowfoot. When they finished, Toto drew the long ranger to one side and spoke in a low voice. We get close, Kimosami. We hear words of powwow. Go on. Soldier talk to chief. Big wolf. Him tell Apache to attack Stockade. He must be that army scout, Pender. When we get close, soldier talk to chief and other Indian. Tell him Colonel, send for reinforcements. Him say for chief to attack Fort at dawn. See, him have good plan to take Stockade. Chief agree to attack at dawn tomorrow. An attack on the Stockade now has every chance of succeeding, Toto. We must act quickly. Chief Big Wolf takes Fort Drake. Every tribe in the territory will go on the war path. The Clinton falls on the first act of our lone ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Cowboy Tom is a boy of six. He knows all kinds of cowboy tricks. He can rope the steer because he knows. He's got goats. He's got gopaw. It's a fact. Cheerios does give you real gopaw. You see Cheerios is made from oats. And every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals, and proteins your body needs. Yes, the good things in a Cheerios breakfast do good things for your body. Help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones, and muscles. 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. Now to continue. Toto reported that the Apaches plan to attack Fort Drake at dawn. The lone ranger realized the serious result of such an attack. And knew the situation called for quick action. And what we do, Kimasaki? First, the Colonel must be notified, Toto. I'll go to the fort. I want you to ride to Fort Davis 15 miles west of here. I'll give you a note to Major Norton. Ah. And what we do with Apache Bray, we tide his horsegounder in trees. All right, I'll take you to the stockade with me and turn him over to the Colonel. They want to question him. Hurry, Toto. Bring his horse here. We have no time to lose. The lone ranger and Toto hurriedly tide Crowfoot to his pony. Then the mask man rode with him to the stockade while Toto started to Fort Davis. The prisoner, Crowfoot, solemnly refused to answer questions. And Colonel Pierce was worried when the lone ranger told him the news. We're in bad condition here to ward off such an attack. If that gun putter had come through, he might have had a chance, but now... I sent Toto with a note to Major Norton at Fort Davis, Colonel. I explained the situation fully. I hope he sends reinforcements. And that they come in time. I hope so too. You mentioned that Toto heard Pender say he had some plan to help the Apaches take the stockade. I wonder what he has in mind. Well, I don't know, but I'll try to find out. I'll leave the stockade and do some scouting. Your old presence gives me some hope, my friend. I'll give the necessary orders to the men. Meanwhile in the village, the Army scout Pender was telling the Chief his plan. Chief Big Wolf, wagon is ready to roll. Oh, you tell me why we take wagons, stockade? Sure, sure. Your graves left three kegs of gunpowder in the wagon. Well, I attached a long fuse to those kegs. That's the fuse hanging over the seat. Now the ground in front of the stockade slopes down from a low ridge right to the big gates. We'll take the wagon to the ridge, stop it with the back of the wagon toward those gates. Then we unhitch the horses, light the fuse, and start it rolling down the grave. It'll land against the gates. The gunpowder will explode and blow them open. Then you and your graves ride right into the stockade. That's a good idea. Those soldiers are sure in for a big surprise. During the night, all preparations were made at the fort to stand off the expected attack. Just before the approach of dawn, Colonel Pierce stood on the rampart by the big gates, talking to Captain Vale. Well, Captain, it'll soon come. Frankly, I'm greatly concerned. We can't hold them off very long unless we get more gunpowder and reinforcements. I'd be satisfied with the reinforcements, Captain, but... See, what's that standing up on the ridge, Captain? It looks like the back end of a wagon button. By the thunder, that's what it is. Do you see anyone near it? This dim light, it's difficult to see much, sir. I will see... Wait a minute. I do see some figures near it. I'm sure they're Indians. But the wagon, I don't understand. For a short time, the two officers stood watching the ridge. Soon it was light enough for them to see quite well. The ridge at the top of the slope was just beyond rifle range. There are two or three figures near that wagon. The Apaches must be waiting just beyond the ridge where they can't be seen. That's right, sir. But the attack should start most anytime now. Yes, sir, no. See, look, the wagon is moving down the slope toward our gates. They're pushing it. Colonel, that's an army wagon. It's some trick. Look, the Indians have appeared all along the top of the slope. They're waiting there. It struck. It just struck me that the wagon may carry a gunpowder. And it would know how to attach a fuse to make it explode at the gates. What do you mean, back quickly? Right, sir. Pretend I get the man back from the gate. The thunder had lashed the front axle of the wagon with raw hide so that it wouldn't turn but would roll in a straight line. A heavy vehicle moved slowly at first. Then Gavipo met him as it rolled down the slope toward the gates. A sputtering fuse which Pender had measured for exact timing hung over the dashboard. Pender and the Apaches watched in tense silence. But another had been watching, too, from a grove off to the right and parked way down the slope. The lone ranger saw the rolling wagon and realized its purpose. Easy city, big fella. Come on, sir. The great white stallion sprang forward at a gallop and raced to intercept the wagon. Faster, big fella. Faster. Come on, sir. The lone ranger followed the course parallel to the ridge and half way between the ridge and the stockade. The Apaches saw the racing steed and realizing his intention opened fire. He climbed close to the mass plan. But the great speed with which Silver was moving made him a poor target. Hurry, silly. Come on, silly. The magnificent white stallion heated the urgency in his master's voice and exerted every ounce of strength of his command to increase his speed. At the stockade, the Colonel and the Captain had also seen the masked man galloping toward the rolling wagon. He's trying to reach the wagon before he gets to the gate. The Indians are trying to stop him with gunfire. Is that close enough for a good shot? Have them in fire toward them to keep them back. Aye, sir. Open fire. Hold the Indians back. He's getting close to the wagon. I hope the heavenly makes it. Let's hope he doesn't get a bullet before he can reach it. The wagon had gained momentum and rolled heavily down the slope. Faster, silly. Faster. The wagon was still several hundred yards from the stockade gates when the lone ranger reached it and he turned Silver so the horse was running alongside. Gating the distance, the lone ranger with a mighty effort seemed to hurt himself from the saddle onto the wagon. He quickly cut the fuse, then turned and grasped the lever that applied the wagon brakes. The wagon slowly break to a stop a few yards from the big gates. Open the gates. Absolutely. There's gunpowder in that wagon, Colonel. Better have your man rolled inside. Reaching the way. Hatches and raids because the lone ranger had ruined their plan to blow open the gates. Warmed down the slope in reckless abandon. Here they come! They pushed into the stockade and the gates were closed. The gate forced the Apache's back at first. Then they started circling the stockade shooting flaming arrows and firing their guns constantly for a short time in spite of many casualties on both sides. The battle continued without abatement but the superior numbers of Apaches began to fail. What's to the concern of the Colonel? We've been able to hold out this long because of that gunpowder we took from the wagon. But if this keeps up, we're bent for it. Don't give up, Colonel. We're not beaten yet. You're the inspiration to be introduced. At least, quite of all, we can do it. Itchy? Look, coming over the ridge. The reinforcements. The sight of the newly arrived troopers galloping down the ridge brought relief to those within the stockade. For a short time, the Apaches withstood the onslaught. But when Chief Big Crow fell wounded and Pender was shot from his saddle, they were leaderless. The braves that were left tried to get away but were soon subdued by the troopers. The battle ended as suddenly as it had begun. Tutto and the Lone Ranger stayed to help with the casualties. A few hours later, they were mounted on Silver and Scout near the stockade gates. May frame say, I can't find words to thank you enough for all you've done. Thanks for our necessary, Colonel. We're glad we were here to help. Your action this morning when you faced death to stop that wagon and cut the fuse was the most spectacular and courageous thing I've ever seen. Well, thanks, Captain. My only thought was to prevent the explosion. I didn't think of the risk. We have proof that Pender was behind the whole thing. He's badly wounded, but if he recovers, he'll face the charge of treason. Major Norton's men will take the Apaches to a reservation. Then our work here is done, Colonel. Follow while I'll stop to see you when we come this way again. Adios, adios, adios! Who are lives to those two, Captain? Yes, I know, sir. But though he's a friend and has been here before, you've never told me who the mask man is. Captain, he's a man among men, ready at all times to fight for God and for his country. He's the lone ranger. Get on your way. 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