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So enjoy your breakfast every day with delicious Cheerios and milk and get that good go-power! Then folks will say... She's feeling her Cheerios! Faithful Indian companion Tuttle, the daring and resourceful mask writer 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, tell her! Let's go people! I'm gonna tell her! The three were camped in Southern Texas when Dan rode to the town of Fairville for supplies. On the return trip Dan struck up an acquaintance with a stranger at a waterhole. The two were discussing an old handbill which had fallen from Dan's pocket. The stranger was saying... I remember when Feney was caught and convicted. I felt sorry for the little critter. He's only about half my size and he sure looked helpless in the courtroom. I didn't think he was guilty or robbing that stagecoach. Have you seen him since he was released from prison? No. Are you looking for him? No. No, but I think the sheriff may be. Why? Well he thinks Feney may have hidden the stolen cash and bonds before he was captured. He may try to get the loot now that he's free. He aims to catch him when he does, hmm? Perhaps I shouldn't say anymore. May I have that handbill? Yeah, here. Thanks. I'd better be going. Adios. Bye. The diminutive stage driver listened to the account of the meeting. Then said... Did you get the name of the young gentleman? No. The names of his friends? Nope. He climbed up when I started asking questions. Now we'll have to be more careful than ever. As if I didn't already have a tough problem. Jake, you might stay and hide and let me go get the cash and bonds. Well, you think I trust you to go alone? You'd probably run out on me as soon as you got the loot. I wouldn't do that, Jake. I proved I'm your friend and pal. Didn't I pull the strings to catch up a roll? You did that for sure. The cash and bonds. Even if I was willing to trust you, you can get the stuff without my help. It's gonna be done right ticklish job. Why? I hid the cash and bonds in the cellar of an abandoned building. Well, can't we just go there and get it? No. Place is occupied now. The new stage line opened up. The route went right past the building. It made a good stage stop. A man and his wife fixed up the building and started the red rock trading post. I know the place. There's a settlement of Cardo Indians a few miles east of it in the Comanche Village a few miles to the west. Yeah, that's right. A couple named Hank and Molly Hawkins run it. So why can't we gun Hawkins and his wife? They're full. The murders have been discovered as soon as the next stage stop there. The law would soon put two together and figure I'd done the killing. I'd be hunted down all over again. Both the Cardo's and Comanches are peaceful. They haven't even got firearms, so we can't make it look like the Indians killed a couple. Lefty, my plans are all made. I spent a lot of time working them out while I was in prison. Yeah. We stir up the Redskins. Get the Cardo's man at the Comanches and vice versa. Get them fighting. During the days that followed, the Lone Ranger, Tuttle and Dan Reed covered much of the area between the prison where Feney had served time and the Red Rock Trading Post miles to the west. The handbill was shown to storekeepers and other townspeople in many communities, but no one had seen Jake Feney. Then one night when the three were camped a few miles from the Trading Post, the masked man said, Dan, we're within a couple of miles of the Trading Post. You go there with a handbill tomorrow and make inquiries. Yes, sir. Oh, and by the way, a man I talked to in the last town suggested that we ask the Indians about Feney. He said there are two settlements near here. There are. I doubt that either the Cardo's or the Comanches would have seen Feney. They rarely leave their villages. Himasabi. Yes, Tuttle. Chief Thunder Cloud camped 10, 12 miles north of the Trading Post. Thunder Cloud, our own friend? Ah, and we talked to Indian Hunter, him from Thunder Cloud Tribe. Well, what's Thunder Cloud doing in this part of the country? He looked for a place where they're good hunting. His man covered plenty ground, maybe one of them, Feney. All right, we'll visit Thunder Cloud tomorrow while Dan goes to the Trading Post. Not good. Do you want me to meet you here in camp? Yes, Dan. We'll meet here. The following morning, Dan Reed went to the Trading Post, introduced himself to Hank Hawkins and his wife, then showed them the handbill. Height about five feet one inch, weight about 100 pounds. Heh, Jake Feney's a little critter, isn't he, huh? Yes, Mr. Hawkins. Well, we haven't seen any one match in this description, have we, Molly? No, but that name Feney is familiar. Yes, it is. Jake Feney. Gee, I remember. The Command Chief's told us about him. He's that little critter who's been living in the Command Chief Village since a few days ago. Why, that's right. Yeah. Jake Feney living with the Command Chief? Yes, Dan. There's one of the Command Chiefs outside right now. Yeah, he's coming in. Aren't you going to see what he wants? Oh, I know what he wants. He wants to buy rifles, but he knows we're not allowed to sell firearms to the engine chair. He's looking at that rack of rifles on the wall. Yes, count them. If he finds it somewhere gone, he'll probably suspect we sold them to the Cato. Now I'm afraid to sell them to anybody. You see, Dan, there's a Cato tribe living a few miles to the east, and Command Chiefs living about the same distance to our west. Yes, I know that. The engine's satisfied. Now he'll get back to his tribe. You know, I don't blame him for being worried. If the two tribes start fighting, a dozen rifles would mean the difference between victory and defeat. Why should they start fighting? I thought both tribes were peaceful. Well, they were until the past few days. What happened? Well, there's been thieving going on. We get the same story from both sides. The Cato's claim the Comanches are stealing from them. And the Comanches accuse the Cato's of stealing food, buffalo robes, blankets, and the like. Does either side have proof against the other? Well, sure. One of the Comanches told us that Feeney showed him proof that the Cato's are thieves. I tell you, Dan, both tribes are getting madder and madder. There might be an outbreak. That would be bad. It'd be frightful why both sides had won our rifles. And whichever side got here first would probably help themselves. Yep. And the other side would be so at us. They'd blame us for letting the rifles go. And they'd be on the war pass. They'd probably murder us. Another Indian. Yeah. Now, that means the Cato seemed to come to the rifles just like the Comanches did. Oh, I wish I knew what we could do. One of my friends might have a suggestion. They understand Indians. There's another Cato outside. Yes, I see him, Hank. He rode up mighty fast. He's telling the other Indians something. He seems very excited. Both those Indians are excited. Something must have happened. And I'm going to try to find out what it is. Boys, what's all the excitement? What happened? Many cuddles. Maybe war. War? Comanche weren't war. Them steal food. Steal other things. Oh, now take it easy. The Comanches are saying the same things about you. Comanche like. Cato not steal. The Monchie try to start war. Steal many things. Now steal son of Cato Chief. What? You mean to say the Comanches captured the Chief's son? That's right. Son of Chief Gohanen. Him captured. Carried away by Comanche. What are you going to do about it? Chief want all the tribe together hold council. Decide what do. Maybe tonight we start war dancing. Oh, my sake's the line. If there were, we'd come here and take rifles. Now listen, neither of you can have the rifles. There'd be no good to you. You wouldn't know how to use them. We'll learn. White friends show us. Who'd show you? White man. Him come live in Cato Village. You mean to say there's a white man living with your people? Him show Chief pretty magic. Him make pretty good medicine. I'd better tell my friends about this. All right, Dan, hurry. Maybe they can help. In just a moment. That goes for the star wherever you are. Take Barbara Ann Scott, figure skating champion from the Northland. Watch her on this one. Barbara Ann's good. There is a champ who's a real Wheaties fan. Sure helps to keep a gal up on her toes. A guy too. Take Bob Lemon who pitches a lot of ball for the Cleveland Indians. Lemon knows what champions know. Wheaties for breakfast away you go. Gosh, no wonder the champs of tomorrow are eating Wheaties today. There's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties flake. Keep body cool. You're the Wheaties and you'll be doomed to do what I say. Good afternoon. The Lone Ranger and Toto finished their meeting with Chief Thunder Cloud and started south toward their camp. They had written about a short distance when they saw Dan Reed approaching. That was a close to wait for us in camp, Toto. I wonder why he came all this way. He moved away. He looked excited. A lot to tell you. Dad, what's wrong? There may be war between the Kato's and the Comanches. But those are peaceful indeed. They're not peaceful now. There's been trouble brewing for the past week. Each tribe thinks the other is stealing food and other things. And both tribes have tried to get the stock of rifles from the trading post. Them indeed not know how to use rifles. Wait, let me tell you. Jake Feeney is living with the Comanches. What? Feeney with the Comanches? Yes. He showed the Indians how to use rifles. And there's another white man in the Kato village. While he was at the trading post, word came in that the Comanches had captured the son of the Kato chief. That means plenty trouble. Kato's are holding a council meeting. They may start their war dance tonight. I wonder if Jake Feeney had a hand in the capture of the chief son. I don't know that, sir. Feeney, no. Thing like that start plenty trouble. So do the people in the trading post. They're scared. Scared? Yes, sir. They think the Indians will attack their place to get rifles and ammunition. Probably right. They're afraid the Indians will kill them. He must not be. Yes. You think Feeney hides stolen money in trading post buildings? Many will all believe so. Feeney can't have free access to the trading post while the trader and his wife are there. But if the Indians raided, massacred, then Feeney would go to the trading post and recover the cash in Bonsie yet. And what we do? We must protect the trading post. Follow me. We're going back to Chief Thunder Cloud. For what? For yourself. Come on, sir. That night, Jake Feeney sneaked away from the Comanche village and hurried toward a cave a short distance south of the trading post. It was a rendezvous where Feeney and Drake had met in secret every night since the beginning of their efforts to incite the Indians. When Feeney reached the Candlelit Cave, he found great waiting and saw an Indian about 20 years old lying on the floor tied hand and wood. Great, said. Look who I brought here. Who's he? The son of the Cato Chief. Great Scott, how can... He and I went hunting together this morning. I watched for the chance, then slugged them on the head and brought them here. But why'd you do that? We weren't getting anywhere by stealing grub and things of that sort. I had the Comanches convinced that the Cardo's were doing this tailing and you said that. I know. I told you I'd stolen lots of things from the Cardo's and I'd convinced them that the Theven was done by sneaking Comanches. But we weren't getting anywhere, Jake. Oh, you captured the Chief's son. Yeah, brought him here this morning. Left him tied and gagged and went back to the Cato Village. I told the Chief we'd been attacked by Comanches. Told them Comanches had captured his son. Well, if this don't start the Cardo's on the warpath, nothing will. They'll go on the warpath, all right. They were holding their council meeting when I left the village. They'd been discussing their plans all afternoon. They'll decide to go on the warpath and they'll rusted the trade and post for the rifles. And they'll probably wreck the place. They may even kill the trader and his wife. They don't, we will. And the Cardo's will be blamed for it. Right. And while they're fighting the Comanches, we'll get the hidden loot. What do we do with this engine? We can't let him live. He knows too much. Make sure he can't get loose and leave them here until after we've got the cash and bonds. And what? Then we'll take him somewhere near the Comanche village and knife him. Good idea. By that time, the Cardo's and Comanches will be fighting Hammer and Tongue. Hey, listen. You hear that? War cries. Sounds like the attack on the trading post has started. All we gotta do is sit tight until it's quiet near the trading post and then move in. The war cries struck terror to the hearts of Hank and Molly Hawkins. They sat in the trading post listening to the shots that came nearer and nearer. Then suddenly the door was open. Excuse me, frightened. Dan Reed told me of your problem. I'm here to help. I see that your rifles are still in place. Yes, sir. And we're not too late. Can't you hear those war cries? The Indians are coming. The Indians are. The mind led by Chief Thundercloud. I've asked them to come here and make a lot of noise. Borrow your rifles and fire them into the air. Eh? They're not hurt anyone. But why are they coming here? To protect you. The other Indians may stay away if they think the rifles have been seized. Don't mean the Cardo's will think the Comanches have the rifles and vice versa. That's the idea. But what will those, those friends of yours do after they're through shooting? They'll withdraw and stay out of sight. Then we'll see what happens. Uh, I wish I knew I could trust you. Here's Dan, all right. Hello, Dan. I don't call up to you. Well, these good people, the Thundercloud and I are on their side. Say, Dan, did you smash man, the friend you spoke of? Yes, he is. He's the lone ranger. Sakes alive. Day. In whatever he does, it's all right for us. Then listen to me. I'll tell you about a stagecoach robbery. And loot has never been found. Later, Chief Thundercloud and his men, accompanied by Tatl, drove close to the trading post. Their cries, shouts, and gunfire were heard by Jake and Lefty in the cave not far to the south. They got the rifles all right, Lefty. They seem to know how to use them. I'll just make sure once more that the Chief's son can't get free. Then we'll go and get a fortune in cash and bottles. Jake and Lefty approached the trading post with caution. They dismounted a short distance away. Then advanced on foot. The building was dark. There seemed to be no sign of life. The doors wide open. I see it is. Chance is hard to trade her and his wife are dead, but keep your gun handy just in case. I'm ready for trouble. I'll go in first. I'll light it and take it with us. Bonds, we're hot. Seller, follow me. It used to be right back here. Sure, the loot's where you left it. Oh, he's upstairs. Careful now. Loots on to a lot of trouble. It'd be a shame if someone else had found the loot. I'm not worried about that. You see where I hit it. I'm following you, Jake. Keep going. Well, this is as far as we go, Lefty. Where is it? See this stone in the foundation? Yeah, what about it? It looks solid, but it's not, huh? Here, angle lantern on that hook near the ceiling. Right. Watch this stone. Find the stone. The bike's here. Good. Well, I've been waiting for it. Now don't move, Lefty, put down the gun. Why should I let you have half a cat? Why are you double-pushing? The skins might as well take the blame for your murder as well as the death of the traitor and his wife. Shut that guy up. Help me. Why are you... Get your hands up, Feeny. Your mask. Bring the ropes. Where'd you come from? We were behind those boxes waiting for you to appear, Jake. Hank and Molly were with us. You bet we were. That's the man I talked to at the waterhole. You! That's right. I told you my friends were looking for Jake Feeny. I don't savvy. The Indians. We heard them. The Indians. You heard our friends of ours. Now listen. Drake's the crook. He captured the chief's son. Shut up, you little... I won't shut up. You're going to kill me. I'll fix you for that. Listen, mister, you'll find the chief's son tied and gagged in a cave south of here. Drake's the one who'll catch it in... Why, you... You old... When the chief's son tells his story, there'll be enough to hang you, Lefty. You're in this as deep as I am, Jake. You're both in trouble. How do I know that cave? I'll go and release the chief's son. He'll be able to rejoin his tribe and prevent the uprising. That's good. Hank, when he's told his story and we're sure the threat of trouble is gone, thundercloud will return the rifles. Well, I'm not worried about the rifles, but I'd like to know what's to be done with these crooks. Hold them until I return, Hank. Then we'll take them and the stolen cash and bonds to the United States Marshall. And I'll see you later. You bet. Well, Dan, I've heard about that mask, friend of yours, but I never expected to see him in the flesh. He's a mighty good friend to have, if sure is. Oh, who is that mask man? He's the enemy of your kind, a poor catfini. He's the Lone Ranger. Campbell Muir, Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beemer, your announcer, friend Floyd. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.