 Fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hyal silver! The lone ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the ready-to-eat oat cereal that gives you go-power, and Wheaties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! If you like to put on shows for your friends, here's a tip. Take a look at the special Wheaties, Tricks, Sugar Jets, Cheerios, and kick cereal packages at your grocers right now. Just turn them around and you're looking at a magic Disneyland park light-up. Light them up with Christmas tree lights and they look so real, you can imagine you're seeing Disneyland park at night. There's the rocket ship to the moon and a special lion light-up that looks almost as real as the lions in Walt Disney's New True Life Adventure Technicolor picture, The African Lion. All together there are 18 different light-ups and here's how you get them. 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Presently, they saw their friend, Chief Spotted Bear, lying on the ground. Oh, did he say a big fault? They found him unconscious and critically wounded by a bullet. They carried the old chief to a nearby cave. And after doing all that was possible in treating the wound, Tonto said, Not know, it can live or die. I'd like to know who shot him. Be sure it's Indian from reservation. Tonto, Spotted Bear has been a peace-loving leader. A new chief may mean an uprising. Now it's more important than ever that we know what's going on in the Sue village. And we go there? Yes, learn all you can. Stay several days if necessary. I'll stay here and help our friend fight for his life. If he dies, I'll join you in the village. Otherwise, I'll be here when you return. It was two days later while Tonto was still away from the cave. When the old Indian came out of a coma, opened his eyes and spoke for the first time. What? Good for you, Chief. Now I'm sure you're going to recover. That same afternoon at Fort Pearson, several miles beyond the reservation, Colonel Dane the Commandant shook the phone. Colonel Dane the Commandant shook the flabby hand of a congressman from the east, the Honorable Horace Quig. Congressman Quig, it's a pleasure to have you here. Sit down, sit down, please. This trip has been time wasted, Colonel Dane. I'm sorry. I thought you came waste to investigate conditions. As a member of the House committees on both military and Indian affairs, I have been investigating. But I have learned nothing I didn't know before I left what here. Excuse me. Colonel Dane, sir, there's a delegation of Indians here. The new Chief wants to see you. You are welcome, Chief. But who are you? I am called many feathers. I am new Chief of Ogallala Sioux. Well, well, an educated Indian. Where is the old Chief, Spotted Bear? He has gone to land of great mystery. So he's dead. Spotted Bear was a good friend. Who is that man? Who are you? Congressman Quig comes from Washington. He helps make our laws. Why are you here, Chief, many feathers? My people hungry. I come to demand meat as promised in treaty. Well, I have shared army stores with Spotted Bear, but our own supplies are nearly exhausted. The land is fertile, the grass is tall. Indians should raise wheat and cattle. We not farmers. We hunters and warriors. Plenty buffalo, we ask nothing. Now buffalo gone. What we eat? Eat grass. Mr. Quig is joking, Chief, many feathers. He has a scene conditions in your village. Maybe him afraid to come look. Afraid? Why, you impudent savage, give me a squad of soldiers and I'll go from one end to the subnation of the other. That great honor for my people. I'll visit your reservation tomorrow. Late that afternoon, the lone ranger was sure he had won the fight to save Chief Spotted Bear's life. The agent Sue leader had just finished drinking a cup of broth when Tato rode into the cave with an aged Indian woman sharing his horse. Welcome. He brings Spotted Bear's wife. That's fine, Tato. You'll be able to care for him. Tato helped the old woman from the farm. Without a word, she went to Spotted Bear's side. He signed her singing death songs outside Sue Campbell. What about the man who shot Spotted Bear? He trailed him to Campbell. In Yongeville, I called many feathers. Spotted Bear, did you hear that? Me here. Many feathers. His son, me a doubt. The son only shot you. Him good Sue. Him think white man make fool of me. Maybe him right. Him want to save tribe from starving. People in village think Spotted Bear dead. Then choose many feathers, new chief. Him want to make war with soldiers. He'd have no chance. Other Indians help. Plenty Indians from other tribes go to Sue Village. They must learn more about his plans. You go back to village. Yes, and I'll go with you. Spotted Bear's wife will be here with you. Have you got clothes? You dress like Indians? Yes, I'll stain my skin and put on war paint. We'll go to the reservation tomorrow. And to be on the safe side, we'll leave our saddles and bridles here and ride bareback. We'll make Indian packs and rope bridles. The following morning, an army ambulance accompanied by seven cavalrymen, commanded by Corporal Mahoney, rolled across the Sue Indians' vast reservation. Get up. Get up there. The pompous Congressman Quig sat beside the Corporal who'd rolled the ambulance and had his horse tied to the tailgate. Suddenly, the Corporal cried, To the safe preservice, I see a hundred engines. Maybe two hundred. They're charging. Oh, honey. Oh, oh. I've got to get to my horse so I can fight. You take the reins, Mr. Quig. Turn the ambulance around and head for the fort. Get around there. Get around. The troopers opened fire on the attacking Indians and in the running gun fights, soon and out of ammunition. Right forth, men. Come on, follow me. Indian bullets ripped through the canvas top of the ambulance and whistled over the troopers' heads. But strangely, the Indians made no attempt to kill, capture, or pursue the cavalrymen. Instead, they closed in around the ambulance, driven by the congressmen, and brought it to a halt. In the forefront of the painted grave surrounding the ambulance, many feathers sat on a paint horse. His dark eyes were contemptuous as he looked at the panic-stricken Quig. You'll gain nothing by this operation. We gain much. We purposely allowed soldiers to escape. They take news to fort. You are important men. So Colonel Dane will ride with all men he can muster to rescue you. He'll kill you all. You're wrong. Colonel and troops will be decoyed into badlands by some of my men. Before they return, we will capture Fort. But you... Some of my men will put on army uniforms. Others will hide in buildings around parade ground. When cavalry comes, we open gates. When cavalry inside, we open fire from all sides and kill everyone! About an hour after the capture of the congressmen, the lone ranger and tato, disguised as Cheyenne warriors, reached the place where the ambush had taken place. They grew rain and dismounted beside the abandoned ambulance. After a short examination of the ground and the letters from the congressmen's pocket, they realized that Quig had been captured by Indians. Tato, we'll follow the trail and try to rescue the congressmen. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment! Sheriff Sam is a boy of ten. He busts right in the robbers den and gets his man because he knows. 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. The cereal shaped like little letter O's. And those O's stand for oats. The good grain Cheerios is made from. Every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals and proteins your body needs. Yes, those good things in a Cheerios breakfast do good things for your body. Help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones and muscles. You can see that Cheerios is made to give you real gold power. So make sure you have a Cheerios breakfast every day. Then you'll hear people say... He's feeling his Cheerios! Now to continue. As the lone ranger and Tato continue to slow painstaking examination of the confusing Indian trails, Corporal Mahoney faced Colonel Dane and other officers in the headquarters building at the fort. Corporal, are you sure the congressman was captured? That I am, sir. Looking back from the hill, I saw them totin' him away. Gentlemen, do you know what this means? Unless we save Quig, we may be court modules. We'll have to muster every man, use every horse he can walk. You'll be leaving the fort practically defenseless, sir. What else can I do? The Indians will oppose us with more men and better arms than horses and we have. Even if I lose the fort, I'll have to do all I can to save that confounded Quig. Night had fallen, but a lone ranger and Tato finally reached the Indian camp deep in the bad land. Over the road, young senior horses outside the circle of wigwams cautiously made their way to the chief's wigwam. The inside of the wigwam was faintly lighted by the gloarfires. The lone ranger and Tato saw the congressman lying on the ground, tightly bound. The lone ranger quipped out a knife and stepped to Quig's side. Take it easy, Quig. We're friends. Seeing that the raw-hide thongs were being cut, Quig became convinced that he was truly in the hands of men who hoped to rescue him. He quickly told of many feathers plot against the fort. The lone ranger listened, then said, We haven't a second to lose, sir Quig. There's a war bonnet and blanket. Put them on. Whatever you say. He must have been... Yes? ...Indian outside, then campguards. They've heard us. Can you see them? Ah, there's six men. Two old for warriors. Them armed with bow, arrow, knife, tomahawk. Many feathers probably gave all the rifles to the men who had to attach the fort. That's right. All right, I'll go first. Follow me and bring Quig. I wish I were out of this. Here goes. Follow me. The lone rangers' guns and the shock commands surprised the campguards. They fell back, but held their bows ready. Then Tatu and Quig came out. Though the congressmen wore a blanket and headdress, his size and the sound of his boots told the guards that their white prisoner was being rescued. The lone ranger fired as he ran, and his bullets struck the arms of two Indians who were fitting arrows to their strings. Get Quig to the horses. I'll cover you. The lone rangers revolved their fire, drove back the Indians momentarily, but not until a thrown knife slashed the lone ranger's sleeve. As the lone ranger fired again, two tribesmen fell wounded. The others dodged into the shadows of the wigwams, trying to head off the fugitive. Come on, we'll make it. Hey, Silver! Come here, Silver! Sir, I can't... me help you! Scout and Silver had heard the lone rangers shout, and came running up as the three men reached the edge of the village. I'll take Quig on my horse. Easy, steady, big fella. Come on, Quig, up you come. Quick! In the meantime, Colonel Dane and his men were lured many miles from the fort, only to lose track of the Indians they pursued in the Rocky Badlands. While the troopers hunted the enemy, the decoy band of braves rejoined the main force of Indians. Under cover of darkness, picked men, scaled the wall of the fort, overpowered the centuries. Then opened the main gate. After leaving Tato and Congressman Quig some distance from the fort, the lone ranger rode on and saw Indian warriors quarreling through the gate. In his Indian disguise, the lone ranger attracted no attention as he rode into the fort with the others. He saw many feathers on the parade ground, giving orders in the Indian tongue. When the chief spoke in English. Is any warrior here who speaks like white man? I do. Come here. What is your name? I am called Shosi Wagatok, man who travels alone. Maybe you helped lure soldiers into the fort. Stay with me. It's breaking day. They may see that something wrong. I will have braves and soldiers you will see. They may see that something wrong. I will have braves and soldiers uniforms on the walls. You will answer if questions are asked. You are wise chief. But what about flag? If soldiers return after sunrise, they will know something wrong unless they see flag. Come, we look for flag. Leaving the parade ground, the lone ranger and many feathers climbed the stairs to the colonel's office. They occupied the position of a block house in the corner of the stockade, its second floor windows being above the walls. Now the first rays of the rising sun gleamed through the east windows as the lone ranger opened a chest. Dear flag, as the lone ranger bent to take the colors from the flag locker, many feathers suddenly jumped back and whipped the tomahawk from his belt. You not Indian, you spy. What you mean? I see white skin. Now you die. Half turning from the locker, the lone ranger reached for his guns as many feathers threw the hatchet. The lone ranger dodged an instant too late. The handle struck his head a glancing blow just as he triggered one of the guns. The bullet missed the rebel leader of the zoo. The impact of the tomahawk handle staggered the lone ranger for a moment. Like a panther, many feathers sprang at him with a knife. Evading the knife thrust, the lone ranger crashed a sledgehammer blow and many feathers went limp. His knees buckled and he dropped to the floor. Then a bugle sounded in the distance. The toges are coming. I have to raise the flag. There was no time to tie many feathers. The lone ranger rushed to the parade ground with the flag and raised it to the top of the pole. The flag was upside down, a signal of distress. The lone ranger raced to his horse for his pack of clothing, then hurried back to the colonel's office. He saw many feathers still unconscious on the floor and observed that Colonel Dane had halted the cavalrymen about a quarter of a mile from the fort. Quickly, the lone ranger stripped off his Indian disguise. After he was dressed in his own clothes and his mask was back in place, many feathers regained consciousness. The Indian looked at the masked man who said, My friend and I saved the life of Spotted Bear. Oh, he is a liar. Yes, and your trap for the soldiers has failed. They got the window. The soldiers have been warned of trouble in the fort. They've halted. How of them know of trouble? Look out the other window and you'll see. The colors are flying upside down. It is you and your warriors who are trapped. You can't fight your way out. And if you try to hold the fort, you'll be starved and surrender. My people are holding big hostage. If you mean Congressman Quig, he's free. I know when truth is spoken, I have lost. Many feathers. You're a brave man of high ideals. You were willing to do anything to help your people. But you've only hurt them. Yes, I hurt them. Now they sure to starve. But I am glad Spotted Bear is living. I shot him with heavy heart because I thought I could do more for tribe than he do. Do you want to add to your people's misery? No. Then tell them to throw down their weapons. Lead them out to the soldiers under a white flag. They aren't likely to be punished. Other tribes have done worse and were only returned to their reservation. Yes, but soldiers will hang me. You were willing to take Spotted Bear's life for the welfare of your people. Are you not willing to risk your own? My life belongs to my people. I do as you say. Many feathers. Let me shake your hand. Now we'll go and arrange a surrender. An hour later a conference was in progress in the commanding officer's office at Fort Pearson. The lone ranger was there with Colonel Dane, to whom he had identified himself. The group also included Tonto and the honorable Horace Quake, both of whom had arrived shortly after the surrender of the rebels. The Colonel spoke to the masked man. This is a good thing you've thought of flying the killers upside down. Otherwise the whole course of history in the West might have been changed today. I'm a great man. I hope the authorities don't insist on hanging him. I recommend that he be held as a prisoner of war. What do you think, Congressman Quake? He's a promising young man. He taught me a valuable lesson by showing me the need of fair treatment of the Indians. I bear him no ill will. Good for you. After he pays for his rebellious conduct, I'll try to get him a job in the Bureau of Indian Affairs. Colonel, what are you going to do with part of the outbreak? I'll return them to the reservation as soon as Chief Spotted Bear is able to return. He'll be well enough to go home in a few days. Colonel, those Indians need food. I know that from first-hand observation. Have you any suggestions, Congressman? Yes. Share what food you have with them. I'll see that more supplies are forthcoming. You heard me. And draw up a list of recommendations for improving the military establishment, giving better treatment to the Indians. I'll present them to Congress and use all my influence to see that they're putting to effect. It's fine, sir. Not over through here. We'll return to the cave. Wait. You saved my life. What's more important, you did the nation a great service. Isn't there something we can do for you and return? What did you say about the nation? I said you've done the nation a great service. Thank you. Good-bye, Colonel Ranger. Good-bye, sir. Colonel, I shall eulogize the masked man in the halls of Congress. Who is he? He's a man for whom no word of praise is expressive enough, sir. He's the Lone Ranger. I'll kill the boy! I'll kill the boy! You're a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. It is produced by Trendl Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Floyd.