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And Cheerios is so much fun to eat, with its distinctive old shape, and its wonderful toasted old flavor! So tomorrow morning and every morning starts the day right with a Cheerios breakfast! Then you'll hear people say... He's feeling his Cheerios! With his faithful Indian companion title, 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! From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the Great Horse Silver, the lone ranger rides again! Come on, you fool! Let's go, big fellow! I'll see you later! Amanda Lin was not the raw-bones-strong-kin type of woman that came to mind when one spoke of a frontier wife and mother in the far west. To the contrary, Amanda was a short, rather plump woman with fair skin and delicate features, who men instinctively felt needed protection and care from the rougher things in life. Gruff six-foot Hyrum Lin had that same feeling at first, but years of marriage had proved to him that appearances were deceiving. At twelve years of age, Lucy showed many of her mother's traits. She too had a fearlessness and inward strength that belied her delicate appearance. One morning, Hyrum noticed at breakfast that Lucy was eating hastily. He spoke to her gruffly. I'll see you here, Lucy. Take your time. No reason to go up your vitals down like that. But I have to hurry, Daddy. I'm going to ride over the round of the cactus. He said I could. You're not going to do any such things, have you? Those cattle get out of hand, they'll be downright dangerous. No, sir, you're staying right here, buttoning in. The best big Hyrum, the way you carry on your thin cactus is going to take Lucy to watch a bunch of Indians on the warpath. You know Lucy's used to riding where the cattle are. Sure, but it's different, isn't it? If you have to admit that cactus is mighty careful about Lucy when she's with it. Of course I admitted, Amanda, but... I don't think you really have no objection to retire gold with it this morning. Oh, sorry, Daddy. Oh, I knew you didn't mean it about telling me I couldn't go. If I had to hurry your cactus to leave without me, I know it'll be lots of fun. Now hold on, Lucy, when I say... I'll sit down and finish the breakfast. That's just a look after Lucy, so don't worry. Half an hour later, cactus for ranch foreman and Lucy moved along one side of a wide fertile valley where the cattle will be gathered into a large herd by the ranch end. Don't worry, I have to get out there and keep them local wateries in hand. I'm not afraid of cactus. I wait for it. Don't not hear you, Lord. I want you to ride up this slope to that cottonwood grovey on there. You will see the whole valley from up there, so you won't miss any of things. I'll come up there for you later. All right, Daddy. Get out there. Lucy rode up the slope while cactus went to join the roundup. Reaching the grove on the top of the slope, Lucy stopped and dismounted. Her horse moved back through the grove, nibbling at the undergrowth. Suddenly, she heard a snore and squeal. But Billy, frightened by a reptile, gavled back through the grove without eating her cries. Lucy and Tentabon, catching a horse, followed. First running as fast as he could, then as her wind gave out, continuing to walk in the direction he had gone. Finally, she came to a halt on the rim of a large gully. A small herd of cattle moved along the bottom of the gully, and Lucy sighed with relief as she saw a man wearing a sombrero, riding in front of them. He saw a deer in his car. And there's one of the men. Who made him go to the gully? Just as he started to call out, she gasped with surprise as she looked at the horseman riding behind the cattle. Three of them. They must be killing some of our cattle. I've got to go back and talk to Lucy. As Lucy turned, her eyes widened and she clasped her hand over her mouth to cycle the gasp of fright that welled in her throat. A painted and tattered Indian stood staring at her, with a tomahawk raised suggestively. Little squaw, not make noise. Go down, pass into gully. A mandolin's firm training and the traits he had passed on to her little daughter were evident, as Lucy without a sound walked in the direction the Indian pointed and started down a path into the gully with her savage captor close behind. As they went down the path, the Indian suddenly gave as a signal the wailing howl of a coyote. When they reached the bottom of the gully, the others had left the herd and were waiting. Little squaw. Little squaw, watch from rim of gully. It's not good what you do here alone, little girl. My horse ran away and I followed him. Gully, you're an Indian too. And you see, my body's cattle. I just know you are. You belong in bread? Yeah, my father owns it. Daddy and Chacha will be awful mad when they find out you're so cattle. You plenty brave, small squaw. Not good, you tell father. We take you Indian village, talk with big chiefs. No, no, I want to go home. Me called dream. Me take you on horse, you come village. OK, line up. That afternoon in the hills, the lone ranger and cobble were busy in their temporary camp, mending and polishing their riding gear. The lone ranger was saying it's been a lot of cattle rusting in the south-west territory, Tutto. So far no one has been able to trail with these. No. Remember the report the Padre had from your friend, Sundry Cloud? Ah. Chief Sundry Cloud sent message that Chief Black Hawk break way from prime. Him take small, bam, brave, right way, three men go. Wouldn't surprise me to find out that Black Hawk and his brave are responsible for all the rusting that's been going on. Ah. So, but here's something. He's warning us. Ah. Me here, don't speak. Yeah, we look down to our trails. I hear them now. One horse. That's right. Yeah, let me see him. The horse was our rider. He said, stop, go get him. He said, come on. Get him up, come on. A few minutes later, Black Hawk turned, reading Lucy's rider's report. Horse gone? Oh, I like that. Oh, I need to stop. You can't try to have anyone on foot, Colo? No. I mean, look, not see anyone. The rider may have been hurt. You'll backtrack the horse's tail and try to find the owner. Here's a little bit. Bring the other horse along, Colo. Let's go. Easy, easy, big horse. Don't do it. Don't stop. The horse had cut down the slope some distance from the gully to which he had wandered. For that one backtracking his trail and Colo didn't catch sight of the trail left by the Russell cattle. Meantime, Cactus and a few of the men who were ready to go back to the bunkhouse load up the slope from the valley to meet Lucy. As they approached the grove, Cactus spoke unincorrectly. That's funny. I don't see Lucy anywhere. We'll check around and see if we can find her. Or at least pick up her trail. Get up there. As the small group load up the slope toward the grove, the lone ranger and Colo hop in wood from the other side, leading Lucy's horse. As they approached the spot from which the horse had bolted, Cactus and the others came over the rise a short distance away. The masked man and Indian were looking at the ground as they rode, so that in spite of a warning whinny from the Great Horse Hill there, Cactus and the others have already seen them and rode toward them with drawn guns. Look, he was a bit... Let me do it, please. Those of them won't count up on that. A couple of our hoops by some of them got Lucy's horse. Where's the little girl, mister? 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The choice is up to you with the very kind of pick-a-pack package. Now to continue. Taking the drawn guns in the hands of practice and the four men with him, the lone ranger realized that he and Tahoe were in immediate danger. As he hesitated, cactus repeated. I said, pick up fast or get a bullet. Now where's the girl? We know nothing about the girl you mentioned. She's lying, cactus make him feel a cure. Better yet, we'll drill a bosom, then we'll backtrack on till we find the answers. The lone ring signaled silver with a flight movement of its heel. The intelligent horse suddenly sprang forward, shoving right into the group of three fairs, burying and kicking at the other horses and sending them into a frenzy turmoil. For a moment, cactus and the other pulled their frightened horses as they buckled in whirl to escape the nipping teeth and sharp-breaking hooves of the Great White Sallion. When the men again turned their attention to the masked man and Indian, they found themselves staring at a double break of guns. Stop your guns, all of you. That's me, ask you. Who you old man? Oh, my head. I've got those guns, funnel. I've gone, he's too fast for his boys, spitting buttons. You won't listen to my explanations about my mask, but I repeat, we're not outlaws. We know nothing about the girl who rode that horse over there. But the boy got up. Now come on, get your guns quick, and we'll play those two and the next time we'll shoot on style. Cactus and three of the men started trailing the lone ranger and throttle. While the cowboy who was handed the mix by the masked man's bullet went to the ranch house. Hiram Lin had just dismothered at the corral when the cowboy rolled in and told him what had happened. I told her I knew something would happen. I knew it! Now you go in the house and get your hands picked. I'll round up the rest of them and follow after Cactus and the others. Right. I'll find that masked comrade and make him tell what he knows about Lucy if I have to play him alive to do it. Him and that Indian with him are clever and quick. Fairly won't be a weak it's under them. All right, press you men, follow me. Two minutes later the cowboy related the story to Mrs. Lin as he bandaged his hand. Amanda in her calm and determined way left the ranch house and rolled to the grove where she had been last seen deciding to try to trail her little girl. The long wings her and Otto having used clever means to cover their trail headed back to the grove when they were sure they had lost their pursuers. They came upon Amanda suddenly but to their surprise she chose no fear as they pulled to a stop before her. We've come to help. Please don't be afraid, Ellie. I'm not afraid but if you come to help I'll be grateful, Masked Man. We're not ours nor as the men seem to think. I'm Amanda Hyrum Lin's wife. I've been thinking about the men meeting her here. Yes? Well, trust me that you wouldn't come back here bringing Lucy's horn because you've been the cause of a disappearance. Men just don't stop to think sometimes. I admire your courage in your reasoning, Mrs. Lin. Believe me, we'd like nothing better than to find your daughter for you. That's why we've come back again. I believe you. But there's been there. Hyrum and Masked I hope we've covered our tails. I see. Well, I've found some of Lucy's foot marks. Good. I'm going with you. Shall we get started now? Of course. Come on. Once they'd picked up the trail, it was a simple matter for the lone reindeer and Toto to follow it. When they reached the gully, Toto pointed out where Lucy had been put on a horse. Toto walked away a short distance. Then returned to report. What did you find, Toto? A small herd of cattle go through gullies and driven by Indians. And see Mark, an Indian pony. What do you suppose they'll do? Keep up your courage, Mrs. Lin. I'm sure we'll find Lucy unharmed. Will you be willing now to go back? Because you're afraid of what we might really find, is that it? Oh, no. You can help by going back and finding your husband and the men. Have them follow the trail after the herd. We'll go ahead and find the hidden village. All right, I'll go. Good. Tell them to hurry. We'll need their help. And don't worry, Mrs. Lin. Try to find the men quickly. Are you? Good boy. Get out there. That trail-looking woman has more courage than most men, Toto. That's hurray. There's no time to lose. Lucy isn't as safe as I tried to make her mother believe. You should have been put on a horse. Black Hawk and his men, consisting of 10 braids, have put up wigwams in a secluded hollow far back in the hills. The wigwams were in a large circle, and in one of them, Lucy lay with her hands and feet tied. The little girl had tried to be brave, but as dust began to fall, she finally gave way to stifled sobbing. Hi, baby. Toto knew the tricks of Indians. He and the lone ranger had been able to follow the cattle in spite of breed's efforts to sow off pursuit. They finally located the village and stopped in the cattle. As the two men stood looking over the village, Toto pointed out that because it was a marauding band of Indians, there were no dogs with them, thus safeguarding their approach against detection. They noted that about eight braids were gathered near a campfire in some sort of pow-wow, while a single brave at each end of the hollow active his guard. The lone ranger counted ten in all. Finally, he outlined a plan. Toto had a thick wig well in that circle. No one seemed to be going in. I'll give her three. She'll take the other three. The cattle are just deep enough to help it. Deep up behind each wig well. Make a small hole with your knife. You can look in. But be careful. You see the girls? Put the back of the wig well and bring it out. I'll let you go. In the wig well, Lucy shivered as the leering taste of breed looked in. He's plenty angry with small scar. Please! Ask him to let me go! Please! Please! Please! Please! Please! Him say it's not good to let you go. Him say maybe make trade with a patchy. Get good horse for squashed ladies. No! No! I want to go home. You not go home. She's black off broken. Here's not help. Me go now. I'll be brave. Don't let them take me away. Please! Don't let them! Lucy! Who are you? I'm too quiet. The ladies that I made my back of the wig well. I'll cut your cord. No! Never mind that. I'll take you back home. Take my hand. Lucy! Hey! I'm going to look out for you. He's black off. He's playing capture by the army. He's in big trouble. Hold on. They're calling. What are you doing? They've caught my friend who's in the house. I looked at Lucy's trip back there. Lucy's trip back to the wood. There's a big cut wood tree there. You can hide it away and you'll be afraid. I won't. The lone ranger waited inside the wig well. As he peered through the front opening he grabbed his gun and was ready for instant action. He taught Tuttle surrounded by black hawk's braids. Black hawk was speaking. One of the army's braids come to fight on the island. Him fancies on the town. Go pray on the land. The lone ranger saw the group move back as two braids sprang forward, each grasping one of Tuttle's arms, holding them straight out in a white-like grip. They turned Tuttle so that his profile was visible from the wigwam. Then the chief threw a knife and held it high as he stood in front of the masked man's friend. Two great spirits. I send this brave hand over. The lone ranger knew the time had come to act. The chief stood facing Tuttle with his side for the masked man. The lone ranger realized he and Tuttle were two against the chief and ten braids. But as the knife started downward, the lone ranger fired. And the masked figure, ready to die fighting to say his friends sprang forward, both guns blazing. But at that moment, a welcome sound came to the ears of the masked man and his Indian friend. Pyram Lin, leading twenty or more men galloping to the village with guns in action. Within a short time, the fight was over and Black Hawk and his ten braids were thoroughly cowered. By thunder, I could see you heading right into that yelping band of savages as we rode into the village. You sure got a lot of courage, Mr. Knight. You couldn't have held out long. This is right where you said, Mr. Knight. For the masked man, baby, could we were going to make you be a slave with your partners? Heaven forbid. There, here comes Amanda. She was waiting on the edge of the woods. Yes, she takes after her mask. Amanda told us about you and the Indian Tato, Mr. Knight. Sorry for causing you trouble. for causing you trouble. The bank will find a loop through the cattle. Well, that's all right. Frankly, you're lucky to have a woman like Mrs. Leonard, your wife. Women like her have given men the courage and fortitude to come west and stay here. We'll go now. Guides, Indians. We'll notify the troopers to come after them. All right, let's go, Sano. Adios. Adios. What is going on? Darling, I like you. I know, Sano. I admire him greatly. I give great courage to let him in. Well, in spite of the man, I knew instinctively he could be trusted. Wrecking women are a lot smarter than men when it comes to judging folks. I wonder who he is. I ask Indian colonels. And when he told me, I knew that was the one man he could bring our leafy back to. He's a lone ranger. The lone ranger, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, is produced by Fangal Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Boyd. 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