 and the Hale Hale Silver, a lone ranger! Indian companion Toto, the daring and resourceful mask-rider of the planes, 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. Come out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver! The lone ranger rides again! Now here's the lone ranger. You'll hear it said that someone was born to the saddle. That means he's a mighty good rider. But remember, like anyone else, he had to learn to ride. He probably took many spills doing it. He's good because he practiced. Road every time he had a chance. Everything. Not just riding. The winners are the fellows who train. Champions are made, not born. I'll agree, lone ranger. But is there anything besides practice a person can do to help his training? Absolutely. Eat the right foods. I'd like to pass along something the old pioneers knew. Wheat is one of the best all-around foods you can find for staying power and energy. Today's champions agree with the pioneers about wheat, lone ranger. Champions choose wheaties. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every wheatie's flake. Champions are made, not born. Get on your way with wheaties. Breakfast of champions. P.T. Barnum's partner Bailey walked yonderly through the familiar door that led to the ornate office. From which thinniest Taylor Barnum directed the operations of the greatest show on earth. Pausing a moment outside the showman's office, he wrapped the panel door with a head of his cane, then turned the knob. As he entered, Barnum's broad face wrinkled with pleasure. Bailey! Don't go on your aside from sore eyes. How are you, P.T.? We're straight from a shake. It's good to be back. Good to have you back. Sit down. Thank you. Well, how was your trip, West? Rough. Did you get what you went after? Custer's guns and swords. Yep. Folks here sit down right interested in Custer's last stand. They'll pay anything for a look at his weapons. Here's the publicity I got ready to roll in the newspaper. This copy's for Greenie's tribute. You'd better hold that copy, P.T. For what? No one will ever see those weapons again. They're buried on the bottom of a river somewhere in the Montana Hills. I thought the Redskins had them. Chief sitting bull through the blade, the scabbard and the guns into the water. Why didn't you stop him? Why didn't you tell him we'd take gold, paper money or ponies for those weapons? I did my best, P.T. A masked man was with the chief when I reached the camp. He wanted the weapons, too. So he could sell them to the highest bidder, huh? He wanted to send the weapons to West Point. For how much? For free. No masked outlaw would pass up a chance to make a lot of money. I didn't say he was an outlaw. You don't have to. A man hides his face for only one reason. Well, what are you grinning about? You're not often wrong, P.T., but you're way off the track where the Lone Ranger's concerned. Who? The masked man's known as the Lone Ranger. That name sounds familiar. Mr. Greeley met him in the West and wrote a couple of articles about him. A lot of high officials in Washington know him. If you heard him talk, if you could see him handle his guns. With contagious enthusiasm, Bailey described the legendary Mask Rider. As he listened, Barnum tapped the desktop with broad fingertips. When Bailey paused for breath, the great showman snapped. The Lone Ranger's a million dollar property. You should have put him under contract. What? Think what we could do with that gentle under personal appearance to him. But, P.T., I want you to take the first trade West. West? Find the Lone Ranger. Sign him to a contract and bring him back here. Sit on your life. Why not? I've had all I want in the West. From now on, I stay east of Chicago. Fuck that Lone Ranger. If you want the Lone Ranger, get him yourself. Hey, Thunder Bailey, I'll do just that. P.T. Barnum packed his bags and left for the West at once. Meanwhile, a killer named Joe Pinto escaped from a southwestern prison, where he was scheduled to hang. He eluded the posses that pursued him and grew rain a week later in front of a shack in the hills north of Modoc City. As he dismounted, a gunslinger named Macon rushed from the Ramshackle building to greet him. A bearded man known as Hardtack followed him. Joe, what are you doing here? How'd you get loose? I thought they hung you two days ago. I broke out of prison last Thursday. How are you boys? Downright surprised to see you. Yeah. Come on inside. Right. There's a law on your trail. Just take a mighty good tracker to follow me. I'd sure hate to have a posse find this hideout. There's a good chance coming here. For all I know, you two might have pulled stakes. They figured we'd stay here till after they hung you. I mean... What do you mean, Hardtack? Well, the law would like to get us too, Joe, for some of the jobs we pulled with you. The law here doesn't know what either of you look like. Well, if any handbills turn up in town... It's been tough going, Joe. You don't have much cash left. You're breaking my heart. What? Wine and because you had to lay low for a couple of months. It hasn't been easy. It was a lot easier than looking forward to the gallows like I was. You can't blame us for that. I blame the Lone Ranger. You wouldn't have been captured if you hadn't tried to pull that stagecoach robbery single-handed. I never saw the Mask Man, but I saw his engine partner once. I've seen him both. And I'll never forget either one of them. Let's hope they don't cross your trail again. I hope they do, Macon. What? You want to go back to prison? I did a lot of thinking while I was behind bars. Most of it about that Mask Gent. I swore that if I ever got free, I'd square myself with that credit. Well, you'd better forget him. Forget him nothing. I'm going to kill the Lone Ranger. After his startling announcement, Joe Pinto demanded food. His partners explained they hadn't enough supplies to make a meal. We were planning to ride to Modoc City to buy vitals when you came, Joe. Then go on to town. I'll wait here for you. Right. Come on, Macon. When they returned to the shack, Macon and Hardtack unloaded the supplies from their saddlebags. Then they showed Joe Pinto the newspaper they bought in Modoc City. Hardtack pointed to a story on the front page and said... There it is, Joe. The whole story of your jailbreak. Now, read what it says about Posse's coma in the country for you. It's dangerous for you to stay here, Joe. Go ahead to the border while you're still in the clear. Thanks for bringing me the paper, boys. Don't sound worried about the news. I'm looking at the box on the bottom of page 1. Huh? It's an ad. I didn't notice it. Well, we read with the story about you. This ad says that a gent named Pete T. Barnum wanted to see the Lone Ranger on urgent business. What? Anyone know him or were about to the Mass Man is to communicate with Mr. Barnum at the Henry House Hotel in Modoc City. Who's Barnum? I never heard of him. But if you two watch him, he might lead you to the Lone Ranger. Oh, now listen, Joe. You're riding in the town to keep an eye on Barnum. You're in trouble enough without trying to get the Lone Ranger. Hardtack's right. Posse's are out looking for you. They don't know where to find him. They might pick up your trail. If they haven't found it by this time, they'll never get it. Dad ran it, Joe. We'll go to jail with you if you're caught here. Oh, that's what's eating you. You're thinking of your own hide. Well, why not? We don't want to be captured. You boys said you need cash. We do. I have some hidden away. Help me get the Lone Ranger and I'll pay you $5,000 each. Where is your cash? Never mind where it is. I'll pay you when the job's done. That money had come in handy, Hardtack. Yeah, we could use it to clear out of the country. All right, Joe. We'll help you get the Mass Man. Good. We'll go into town and keep an eye on Barnum. As soon as he gets a lead on the Lone Ranger, let me know. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. You know, an exciting way to learn about foreign countries is to study their coins. And Wheaties, special foreign coin offer is really terrific. Right now, Wheaties is offering you two different sets of genuine foreign coins. There's the international set with 15 coins from countries like Germany, Iceland and South Africa. And the mystery set with 15 coins from far away lands like Angola, Turkey, New Zealand. Remember, these coins are real money you could spend right now in these countries. And each coin set comes in a special folder. A map inside shows you where the coins are used and gives information about the country. Each coin has been cleaned and polished. Sounds like these genuine coins would cost a lot, doesn't it? But you can get each set for only 25 cents and one Wheaties box top. Look for directions on the back of Wheaties special foreign coin packages at your grocers now. Hurry, start your foreign coin collection today. Now to continue. The two outlaws went to Modak City and made a number of inquiries about P.T. Barnum. As soon as they had a description of him, they went to the Henry House. They saw Barnum heading for the office of the Modak City News. Macon and Hardtack followed at a discreet distance. They stopped in front of the office window and stared inside. They saw the editor's 14-year-old adopted son, Inky, talking to P.T. Barnum and an Indian. Hardtack studied the Indian for a moment. Then exclaimed, Macon, is the Lone Ranger's pal, huh? Gretzkin's total, are you sure? Dead sure. He's in town. The Lone Ranger can't be far away. We'll wait and see where the engine goes when he comes out of there. Yeah. Maybe he'll lead us to the Lone Ranger. I hope so. Inside the office, Inky grinned at Tato and said, Tato, I'll bet anything, Mr. Barnum's ad brought the Lone Ranger to Modak City. I figured that ad would get resolved. You name Barnum? Phineas Taylor Barnum's name, Tato. Mr. Barnum came to town a week and a half ago. He's been running an ad in the paper saying he wanted to get in touch with the Lone Ranger. We not come here because of ad and paper, Inky. What else would bring you to town? We look for crook named Joe Pinto. Is the mask man in town? A human camp north of town, Inky. Why don't you take Mr. Barnum to him? Me nothing. Hey, hey, hey, partner Bailey, I met you in the Lone Ranger a few weeks ago in Chief Sitting Bull's camp. Me remember, Bailey. When he got back to New York, he told me all about you and the mask man. Barnum talked persuasively. As he listened, Tato noticed that the Easterner wore no gun belt. Observing the fit of his fashionable coat, the Indian knew Barnum carried no shoulder hoster. Deciding that the unarmed showman could be trusted, he agreed to take him to the Lone Ranger. At the livery stable, Barnum rented a horse, then rode out of town with Tato. Get him up to the house. He didn't come in hard-tag follow. Tato heard the approaching horseman and turned in the saddle. The two outlaws held guns, realizing the futility of argument Tato and Barnum obeyed. What's the idea? Keep your hands high, Barnum. If you're after money. You'll take on your God later. I'm the reskin makin' bright. You make big mistake. Try any tricks my pal will shoot Barnum first, and he'll let you have it. You mean you're killers? You'll die mighty sudden unless you follow orders. Well, I guess we'd better do as they say, Tato. I've got the engine's gun, Tartac. Good. Come on. Now, Tato, you're gonna lead us to the Lone Ranger. You plenty local. What do you want with a mass man? That's our business. May not take you to him. Well, you'll do it, or we'll blow Barnum's head off right now. Your life's in your hands. Well, wait a minute, Jen. Will you talk this over? Shut up. What about it, Tato? Tato chose the route through the hills carefully, knowing the Lone Ranger would be watching for him to return from town. In the concealed camp, the mass man heard the sound of approaching hoops. Looking down at the winding trail, he saw Tato and three other riders. The Indians' hands were tied, and so were Barnum's. The two men who followed them held guns. Two well-placed shots would have disarmed the gunman, but the Lone Ranger decided to hold his fire until he learned why Tato had been captured. He spoke softly to Silver. Quiet now, boy. Let's go. Come on. The intelligent stallion followed him to the concealment of dense timber. A few moments later, the four men drew rain in the camp. Tato studied the tracks on the ground briefly and realized that the Lone Ranger was nearby. Suppressing a grin, he said, Here, camp. Where's the mass man? Maybe him right at the town. The engine might be lying, Artec. Maybe this isn't the camp. I think it is, Macon. See the gear over there? Oh, yeah. Just because you want to find the Lone Ranger, there's no reason for bringing Tato and me here at gunpoint. We wouldn't care if we ever found him. Our pal's the one who wants him. What pal are you talking about? Joe Pinto. That killer? Yeah. He's waiting at the hideout for us. The Lone Ranger captured Joe Pinto once. Joe wants to get square with him for that. He's going to kill the mass man. What? Oh, so that's why you want fine camp? Yeah. You want to stay here and wait for the mass man, Artec? Not for long. You take Barnum and the engine to the shack and hurry back here with Joe. Get it, Artec? I'll stay and watch for the Lone Ranger. You can't capture him single-handed? I don't aim to try. If he shows up, I'll stay undercover till you and Joe come back. All right? Come on, get going engine. In the month of August. Get it. A few minutes after Macon left with his prisoners, Artec strode to the place where the Lone Ranger stood earlier watching the trail below. As he rolled a cigarette and considered plans for capturing the mass man, the Lone Ranger stepped from the trees behind him. Rich, what the? Artec world who faced the Lone Ranger. You? You're covered. There's no need to hold a gun on me, mister. I happen to find your camp. Save it. Huh? I heard you talking to your friend a few minutes ago. What? I was behind those trees when you came here with toddler Mr. Barnum. Oh. Keep your hands high and turn your back to me while I take your gun. All right. I know when I'm late. You're smarter than Joe Pino. I have your gun. What are you going to do now? You know, it would be a lot easier to handle if you're unconscious. Soap! Lone Rangers swung a hard fist to the side of hard tax head. Soon, thoroughly stunned, the outlaw slumped to the ground. Sorry to do that, but I haven't time to waste. Working quickly, the masked man gagged hard-tack and tied his wrists behind his back. As the outlaw's eyes opened, the Lone Ranger said, Walk over to that stump. Stand up to mount your horse. All right. You lead the way to the hideout. And if you try to get away, I'll shoot. I'll move. When Joe Pinto heard riders draw rain outside the shack, he hurried to the door. Here's the message, pal. The Lone Ranger wasn't in his camp, but he'd probably go back there. Hard tax waiting for him. He wants us to hurry back. He'll call him. Lou and I get there. The three of us ought to be able to get the masked man. We'll take these two inside, tie them to chairs, and head for that camp. All right. Dismount you two. He's got it, isn't he, boy? Yeah. Who's this gent? He's Barnum. It was with the red skim when we captured him. Take a look at the jewelry he's wearing, Joe. Yeah, it's worth plenty. How much cash does he have? I don't know. We'll find out when we get him inside. Walk to the shack, Barnum. You too, Tunnel. Uh-huh. If I'd known that running into this kind of trouble, I'd never have come looking for the Lone Ranger. You've cut yourself in on a mighty bad deal. That's no news. Why are you looking for the Lone Ranger? What are to sign him up for a personal appearance tour in the East? You'll never see the East again. I've planned for a long time to kill the Masked Man and Tunnel. Now I'll have to kill you, too. Well, you were doing right. Come on, Joe. Hard tax waiting for it. We're going to get the Lone Ranger. We better head for his camp proto. You're not going anywhere. I've come to get you, too. Joe Pinto and Macon turn to the door. Masked Man. I'll kill you, mister. As the two off-laws reached for their weapons, the Lone Ranger's colts roared. Macon staggered back under the impact of a bullet in the shoulder. A second bullet smashed Joe Pinto's weapon before it cleared the holster. Oh, my shoulder. Macon had had enough. As he clung to the table and sobbed with fright, Joe Pinto snatched a knife from his belt and lunged toward the Masked Man. Joe! A silver bullet shattered the blade of the knife. They can do something. Get this Masked Man. The Masked Man shot me. I've had enough. You're pal. That was a fight, Joe. You have no weapons. I'll kill you with my band. The half-praise killer charged again. I can't. The Lone Ranger met the attack with a blow that landed on Joe's chin. The outlaw stopped in his tracks and slumped to the floor. Yeah, you got him. Other crook passed out. He must have been... Maybe he's dead. My bullet hit him in the shoulder. Me think I'm faint. I'll cut your ropes and we'll examine their wounds. Uh... When do you come from, Mr. Tommy? I followed you here. There, you're free, Tunnel. I'll cut the rope on your wrist, sir. Yes, please. Now, where's Silver? A short distance from the shack. I thought I'd make less noise if I came here on foot. What happened to Hardtack? He's tied to a tree, Tunnel. We'll pick him up on our way to town with these two. Mr. My name is Barnum. Glad to know you, Mr. Barnum. The real pleasure to meet the owner of the greatest show on Earth. The show you just put on beats anything I could do. You're all Billy said you were and more. Joe Pinto, plan to kill you, Mr. Tommy. Yes, I know, Tunnel. What are you gonna do with him, Mr.? Turn him and his friends over to Marshal Jim Fraser in Modoc City. Marshal will see that Joe reaches territorial prison. See, he hasn't overdue appointments with the Hague. The lone ranger, Tuttle and P.T. Barnum took the prisoners to Modoc City, where Marshal Jim Fraser jailed them all. Before leaving the lawman's office, the New York showman spoke to the masked man for some time. Then he said goodbye and headed for the Henry House. As he passed the newspaper office, Inky hailed him. Hey there, Mr. Barnum. Oh, hello, Inky. I heard all about the capture of those crooks. The news travels fast in this town. Just as fast as a dozen New York. Where you going now, Mr. Barnum? Back to the Henry House to pack my bags, Inky. Did you talk to the masked man about the proposition you had in mind? I did. What did he say? He said he hoped to see me again, but he didn't have any plans for going east right now. You know, Inky, after today's experience, I've decided my partner Billy was right. About what, Mr. Barnum? Now on. The two of us will stay east of Chicago and leave the west to the lone ranger. You'll return in just a moment for a word about our next exciting lone ranger adventure, The Quiet Highwayman. Pilot Pete can fly a jet. He's 12 years old and the fastest yet. He can loop the loop because he knows. He's got go power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got go... 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