 Of course, with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a ha-ha-ha-yo silver, the low 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. I guess everyone knows what Wheaties, Tricks, Sugar Jets, Cheerios, and Kicks cereal boxes look like. But right now, your grocer has some that are real different. Just turn them around, and presto. 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. They're Sleeping Beauty's Castle, 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. Altogether, there are 18 different light ups, and here's how you get them. Just look for the Mickey Mouse sign on the front of Wheaties, Cheerios, Kicks, Tricks, and Sugar Jets. The Mickey Mouse sign tells you that there's a Disneyland park light up on the back of each package, free of extra cost. I'm collecting Disneyland park light ups right now. Just look for the Mickey Mouse sign on the front of Tricks, Sugar Jets, Kicks, Cheerios, and Wheaties. 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. And with us now, to those thrilling days of yesteryear, from out of the past, I'm the thundering hoofbeats of the Great Horse Silver, the lone ranger rides again. Come on Silver, let's go big time. I am Silver! Water made his way through a driving thunderstorm. It was a treacherous trail along the side of a steep modern, whose slopes were covered with shale and huge boulders. A boat of lightning struck close at hand. The lightning flash and the pack of thunder partially dazed the old man. He wasn't aware of the landslide until it was too late. His horse lost its footing and fell. Sam was thrown clear, but both he and the horse were swept on down the mountainside. When Sam regained consciousness, the storm had passed and the sun was shining. His body was a mass of aches, and he found it difficult to breathe. But he was not alone. As his vision cleared, he saw the face of an Indian and heard the Indian say, I'm conscious now. A white man whose face was partially covered by a mask came from the side of a small campfire. Tonto has some broth for you, Sam. We're going to keep you here until you're strong enough to move into town. You know my name. We found a letter in your pocket. It's from my grandson. He's coming to Old Town where I live. Then you answered his letter? I had Mark Holland's answer. Mark Holland? She runs the boarding house in Old Town where I've been staying. She wrote and told Larry to come here. I'm getting so weak. Close your eyes. Rest a little while, Sam, then have some broth. Listen, there's lots more to tell, but I can't tell it till I'm at the boarding house. Take me there. Maybe the last thing I'm asking of any fun in this world. Get me to my bedroom before it's too late. Make him as comfortable as possible in my saddle. I'll ride behind the saddle and hold him. It was evening when the lone ranger and tottle reached town and told Mark Collins what had happened to the old man as they carried Sam to his bedroom on the first floor. Two hours later, the man who rented the room directly over Sam's walkers entered the cafe. He was a sneaky individual whose nickname described his character. His name was Jackson, but everyone called him Snooper. Hi, boss. What are you grinning about, Snooper? You look downright well pleased with yourself. Listen to me, will you, boy? Sam had an accident. He was brought in a couple of hours ago by an Indian and the man wears a mask. There's still this bedroom with him. What kind of accident? He was caught in a lane slide. And there was the only one who was smashed up worse. You saw him? Yeah, you know about the hole I drilled in the floor so I could watch him. You've been watching for weeks hoping he'd say or do something to let you know where his gold claim was located. The map was hidden inside the mattress. You're telling me true facts? Yeah. He knows he's dying and he wants his property to go to a grandson who's coming from the east. Mark Collins is writing to tell the grandson about the gold claim. What about the mask? Sam gave it to the mask man. Did he know the mask man? Not at first, but after they talked for a spell, the mask man showed a silver bullet and reminded Sam that his horse was called Silver. What the? Then Sam realized he was talking to the Lone Ranger. Lone Ranger? He's been out to get me ever since he smashed my gang in El Dorado. Gosh, but I didn't know you were dodging him. I didn't think he traced me all the way here to Old Sam. Well, it's the Lone Ranger who's got Old Sam's map. I reckon Sam figured he could protect it better than Mark Collins. I wouldn't hang over that Lone Ranger unless I had a gang. I've been hoping to build up a new gang so I could get him before he gets me. If my plan works out, Bart, you'll have plenty of cash to work with. I'm not going to try to take the map away from the Lone Ranger if that's what you've got in mind. Oh, that's not it. That wouldn't do any good if Old Sam is filed on his claim. What's your plan? Old Sam wants to be sure his grain so he gets the gold claim. When the boy comes to Mark Collins, he'll tell him how to find the Lone Ranger. This or what? All we've got to do is meet Larry and get him out of the way. And get someone to take his place. Who? I know just a fella. He hangs out at the cafe over in Larraby. He's just 18, the same age as Larry Porter. He'd be open to a proposition. Are you sure young Porter will inherit the gold claim when Sam tried to die? Yeah. Sam made out of wheel. All right then. Soon as Old Sam dies, we'll talk to Curly Everett. The Lone Ranger and Tuttle let through a rear door of the boarding house when the doctor belatedly arrived. The doctor found that nothing further could be done for the injured man. Snooper and Bart Reynolds rode to the town of Larraby and outlined their plan to Curly Everett. And as I see it, I'm the pose of the old man's grandson. I'm here to go claim and split with you two. Yeah, Curly. We'll do away with the rear, grandson. We split three ways. All right. I'll settle for a third. It's a deal. Mark Collins had word from Larry Porter. He's arriving at Grant's Pass next Thursday on the stage. Grant's Pass? That's not far from Old Town. It's about two hours, my horse. The stage don't come through Old Town. Yeah, I know that. I told Mark Collins I'd borrow a buckboard from livery stable and meet Porter at the stage. Now, here's how we'll handle things. You go to Grant's Pass with me and Bart. We'll wait there for the stage. The following Thursday, from the three conspirators in Grant's Pass, Curly stood between Bart and Snooper on the station platform when the stage arrived. There's the inside of the screen, son. Yeah. There's just one passenger, so it must be Larry Porter. Hey, Porter. Hey, he's looking at us. Yeah, you're the one I mean. Come over here. How did you know my name? We were sent to meet you. Oh, by my grandpa? Well, not exactly. But get aboard and we'll tell you all about it. Fine, fine. We'll take you over to Old Town in no time. I'm Jackson. This is Bart. That there's Curly. All right, all right. Glad to know you. You'll drive soon. We'll cook you out. Get it. Come on. Get it. Porter, didn't you have a letter from your grandpa? Yes, I did. It came from the woman who runs this boarding house. You have that letter? Yes, it's right here. All right, I'll take it. Oh, wait. You didn't have to grab it. You're pulling a gun. You're touching Curly's CV zone. All right. I'm not armed. What does this mean? What's the idea? You may as well know it now, kid. You're not going to Old Town. We're going to a cave, Silver. I'll tell you how to get there. Line up a new gang to help me out on this deal. Bart, I don't like the idea you organized in a new gang without but me. I don't care whether you like it or not. Now, drive where I tell you. After we get the old man's gold claim, I aim to get square with a lone ranger. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Bullback Bobby is a boy of nine. He can really hit that line. He's a star 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. Yes, it's a fact. Cheerios does give you real gold power. 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 old 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. When Larry Porter came from the east to inherit old Sam Trotter's gold claim, he was captured, knocked unconscious and taken to a cave. When he regained consciousness, he found himself tightly tied and gagged. He was dressed in the shirt and dungarees that Curly Everett had worn. Neither Curly nor Snooper were around, but Bart was there and with him were half a dozen hard-faced men. As Larry's head began to clear, he heard the sound of approaching horses. A moment later, Snooper and Curly grew rain and entered the cave. Curly was wearing Larry's eastern clothing. And you finally got back. What took you so long? We had to return the buckboat to the livery stable. Then I had to pick up my horse and rent one with Saddlin Bridal for Curly to ride. Did you get the information from Mark Holland? It's easy as falling off a log. We got it all right, Bart. I didn't doubt for a minute that Curly was Larry Porter. She told him how to find the Lone Ranger. Well, he'll be at Cedar Falls. Curly, you go meet that mask man. Get the map showing where the gold claims located. Yeah, all right. Maybe instead of giving me the map, he'll decide to ride to the place with me. In that case, I can't come back here. In that case, you leave a trail that we can follow. You're not going to leave blazes and other signs? Sure. What about the real Larry Porter? He'll get rid of him when we're sure we don't need him. Go and see that Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger and Potter went left the vicinity soon after old Sam's death. But had returned to their Cedar Falls camp in time to meet the grandson who had come from the east. Curly produced letters and other documents that seemed to prove he was Larry Porter. Then the mask man showed him the map. He said, If you don't know this part of the country, the map will mean little to you. I'll tell you the gold claim. Well, I don't exactly like the idea of traveling with a mask man. You're not going to have a choice. Hello. Uh, we break camp? Yes, we'll start out at once. The Lone Ranger set a slow pace through valleys and canyons, and but not seeming to do so, kept a sharp watch on the man who was supposed to have recently arrived from the east. At sundown, the horseman grew rain. Curly Everett helped the mask man and taught him pitch camp. After supper, the three were sitting around the fire, when the Lone Ranger broke a long period of silence. Is this the first time you've been in the West? Yes. You ride very well. They have Western titles where you came from. Why, I had one. What about it? I'd like to know your real name. Huh? Why, I'm Larry Porter. I doubt that. Why should you doubt it? Didn't I show you letters and other identifications? Your name is not Larry Porter, and you're not an easter. Who are you and what are you up to? I see you here. Why did you blaze a trail? Blaze a trail. You've taken every opportunity to break off the low branches of a tree, right over soft ground or breakdown called grass. Who's following it? I didn't mean to blaze a trail. How did you kill Larry Porter? I didn't kill him. He's not... Why, you... No, you're not Larry Porter. Now you better tell me the rest. No, wait, wait. Listen, I'll talk. All right. I had to do it. They made me. I didn't have no choice. Who made you do what? It was Bart Reynolds and Snooper Jackson. They captured Porter and made me take his place while they're holding prisoner. They'd have killed me if I hadn't done it. Bart Reynolds. I want him. Where are those cooks? Somewhere in the back trail. Please, Mr. Believe Me, when I tell you I didn't have no choice. What's your real name? Everett. They call me Curly. All right. We'll deal with you later. Thought I'd ask you to stay here and watch him. Without that campfire, keep this place dark and quiet. I'll be back. But we'll hold all that ever to escape. Easy said if we come up. One, two, three! The soldier rode over the back trail with increasing caution, and as hard as possible on ground that was soft enough to absorb much of the sound of Silver's hoof beats. Presently, he saw a distant campfire and became more wary than ever. It wasn't the most easy to be left. He dismounted some distance from a camp in the shelter of trees. He led his horse nearer, then dropped the rain into the ground and continued on foot, making no more noise than a shadow. Stopping behind a large boulder, he studied the situation and counted eight men in the firelight. Four lay wrapped in blankets on the ground. The others sat and talked while they sipped coffee from tin cups. Apart from the group just beyond the glow of the campfire, the lone ranger saw one man who was about the same age as Curly Everett. His face was pale and had the softness of an easterner. He sat on the ground with his back against a tree. His hands were tied at the wrists behind the tree to effectively hold him prisoner. That must be Larry Porter. The lone ranger drew a knife and moved silently behind the tree to which the easterner was tied. Hoping that Larry would make no outcry of surprise, he watched him on the arm and said, Be quiet, I'm not going to help you. Not if your name is Larry Porter. And this is what I thought. And I'm cutting these ropes. Are your feet tight? Yes. Take this knife and cut the rope. Thanks. I don't know who you are. I'm the man Marle Culling would have sent you to. I have the map to your gold cane. I'm not a man winning my place. I learned that he was an imposter. The conversation had been too low to be overheard by any members of the gang around the fire. Then Snooper happened to turn just in time to see Larry moving away from the tree. Where Larry run? Don't get him. This way that rock will give us some protection. Here's my horse. Did you see any big fella? Sit behind the saddle and hang on to me. Give me your hand, I'll help you up. You're messed. They're coming, Tuttle. You've got color? Yes. Take the imposter with you. Cut due south of here, right for town. Get the sheriff. And what you do? Try to put those cooks where they belong. You're going to wait until they're within view. Then cut north to the Box Canyon. This is a trap. Yes, we'll be in a trap. It's up to you to bring the law to get us out. The lone rangers saw Tuttle and Curly start away. Then waited until the moonlight revealed the outlaws in the distance. Larry saw them at the same moment. There they come. Good. They'll start shooting. Your white horse makes a good target. You'll keep out of six gun range. Mark Reynolds' gang turned from the trail to right north after the Masked Man and Larry. They pushed their horses to top speed without drawing near enough to make gun play effective. Hey, keep up to them. That horse can't travel forever at that speed with a double load. Don't be too sure about that. That's silver. Mark, turn to the side. We got him. They're going to a Box Canyon. They can't get out of there. It's got a blind aim. Cut to the mark of the canyon and go away. Kill them. Kill them. The outlaws grew rain at the mouth of the Box Canyon. They saw the white horse some distance ahead. There he goes, boys. We've got to kill that Masked Man and Larry. If we don't, they'll spoil everything. Curly wants to squeal. Now wonder where he is. We'll find him later and deal with him after we kill the lone ranger. Come on, boys. Kill them. The lone ranger and Larry travel for about two miles between the perpendicular walls of the canyon. When they came to the blind end of the canyon, the Masked Man grew rain. Oh, Silver. Oh, easy, silly. This is as far as we can go. We're trapped. We can't get out. Easy, silly. Some of these boulders are big enough to hide both of us as well as Silver. We can make a stand. Can you use a gun? All right. I've got a little shooting. I'll take one of my guns. Don't fire unless I give the word. All right. I'll do enough shooting to keep those men away. Through the remaining hours of night, the gunplay was spasmotic. The outlaws had dismounted and taken shelter behind rocks. They fired intermittently. The lone ranger returned the gunfire occasionally. But for the most part, he kept a sharp watch for men who tried to scurry from the cover of one rock to a nearer one. Two of the outlaws were wounded in the leg, but it managed to crawl the shelter. Daybreak found the masked man's ammunition very low. In spite of everything, they managed to get awful close. Yes, I know. We're trapped. We can't ever get out of here. We'll fight as long as possible. Now look, I'm the one they want. Let me surrender. There's no reason for you to die. Forget it. And so we took them off this long. Well, that's on the march. Why did you come in here? Didn't you know this was a blind canyon? Of course I knew it. I came here because I wanted those cooks to be trapped. But we'll never... Be quiet and listen. What's that? Not on the cherubist men. A log? Yes. Now you can see them coming up and behind the others. And the cooks are trapped here. They're giving up. They're putting their hands up. That's what we've been fighting for. Come on, Larry. You have a few things to tell the cherubist. Right. Larry, look at that man. The leader of those cooks. What about him? He's Bart Reynolds, a notorious outlaw. I've been chilling for a long time. The cherubist and his men quickly roped the members of the gang and took a statement from Larry Porter. It was one week later when the young man from the east returned to Old Town and told Mark Collins of his adventure. I wouldn't have a thing, Mrs. Collins, if it hadn't been for that masked man. In fact, I... I wouldn't even be alive. What? I tried to make him take a half interest in the claim, but he wouldn't. Of course he wouldn't, Larry. He said if I were grateful for being alive, I might show it by using some of the gold to build a new school here in Old Town. And that's just what I'm going to do. Then you'll stay here and make your home in Old Town? If you let me have the same room, Grandpa, I am. It's yours, Larry. Yes, it will be. Oh, I've been hoping you'd move in with me. You know, Mrs. Collins, maybe you can help me do as that masked man asked. Build a school and do some good with Grandpa's gold claim? Glad to, Larry. Glad to. And don't keep calling him a masked man. I don't know what else to call him. He didn't tell me his name. You call him the Lone Ranger. A copyrighted feature of Balloon Ranger Incorporated is produced by Pendle Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of Balloon Ranger is played by Brace Beamer. Your announcer, Fred Boyd. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.