 A horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a ha-ha-ha-yo 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! When bills at bat, the kids all shout, you can't strike that slugger out! He gets a hit because he knows! He's got go-power from Cheerios! Yes, he's got go-power! There he goes! He's feeling his Cheerios! Cheerios! Cheerios! Sure, Cheerios! The cereal that's fun to eat because it's shaped like little letter-os! The only ready-to-eat oat cereal with this fresh toasted oat flavor. And listen, 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. Yes, Cheerios is made to give you real go-power. So every morning, get going and keep going with Cheerios! Then you'll hear people say, He's feeling his Cheerios! With his faithful Indian companion Tonto, the daring and resourceful mask 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, silly! What's going on? Are you silly? It was near twilight when the lone ranger and Tonto grew rain at the mission. Their old friend, the Padre, who had been told of their approach by one of his Indian converts, met them at the door with a greeting. Welcome, my son. It's good to see you again, Padre. Will you not dismount? Thank you. Well, what brings you back to my humble mission? No trouble, I hope. Well, Padre, I'm a need of silver bullets and horseshoes. I expected Jim, the man who makes them for me, to send you a supply so I could pick it up without going out of my way. I received a letter from a man named Jim last week. He wrote that he would send a box of such supplies to the mission and asked me to hold it for you. The shipment would arrive on today's stagecoach. Look, dust cloud on trail. The stage is coming. The driver isn't sparing his horses. He must have been. He's the fellow lying on top. Must be the shotgun guard. Something wrong. Is the coach going to stop? Yes, the driver is setting his brakes. Padre! Padre! Say, who is that mask man? Do not be alarmed. He and the Indian are friends of mine. What, Ailes, your guard? He's dead. Dead? What happened? Two rodenters smug him. They held us up at the Telecourt Creek Bridge. Otto, climb up and take a look at the guard. I'll meet you back tomorrow. Otto, driver, where is the bridge? Five miles west of here. They all hoot head and south along the creek bank after the hole-up. Can you describe them? All I'm sure about is that they had bandanas over their faces. Oh, where are your passengers? I wasn't carrying any. No gold either. Just mail and express and the road agents took all of that. Including a heavy wooden box addressed to you, Padre. It must have been the box from Jim. The hands of outlaws its contents may prove dangerous, my son. Yes, you're right, Padre. Guard dead. Keep us up, eh? All right, then jump down. He's gone. Now into the saddle, steady silver, easy. He's gone easy, fella. Where do you think outlaws go? It's probable that they're now riding downstream in the creek, trying to cover their trails. Well, why you say downstream? Because the creek flows rapidly down from the mountains. It's very hard to ride against a swift current as all Westerners know. That's right. Them fellers bound to be in hurry. The creek winds toward the mission. By taking a shortcut, we may be able to head them off. Diver, you better go on to San Marco and notify the sheriff. Right. I'll be in San Marco within an hour. Get out, give me! Get out! Adios, Padre. Adios. God protect you, my son. Come on, fill this up! As the lone ranger and turtle galloped away from the mission, the stage robbers examined their loot on the banks of the creek several miles below the bridge. They were raw-hide Norton and Pony Joe Mills, both wandering outlaws who had no criminal records in that part of the west. Mills shook out the contents of a letter, while Norton attempted to open a wooden box. He was saying, Maybe there's some gold in this box. Raise a plenty. Let me give you a hand. Oh, man, I'm getting part of the top off. Yeah, it comes. Well, skin me alive. Just look inside. Get this horseshoe. Take a closer squint at it. It's underation. It's silver. And so are the bullets in those cartridges. We can't sell a staff while it's in that shape. It'd be a dead giveaway. Hey, we'll store it in our saddlebags. We'll melt the silver into a bar as soon as we find time. Right. Yeah, hold the bags open. I'll dump part of it in each one. All right, go ahead. There you go, the shoes. Hey, raw-hide, where'd that box come from? The sender's name is Nana. But it must have been expressed from Morgan Tatto. That's where the stage line starts. Between there and the bridge, the coaches only stop to change horses. There you go, the bullets. You know raw-hide, a filler that can make bullets and horseshoes out of pure silver, must have us scared of it around. He'd make rich picking. All right. But how are we going to find it? It may not be so hard. We're not knowing here about it, and the stage driver can't identify us. We'll go to Argentado and listen to what's being said about the holder. Good idea, Joe. There'll be plenty of talk about who lost what. We'll soon find out about this bunch. We'd better get back into the saddle again. All right, easy boy. We'll take to the water and ride downstream a few miles, then circle back to town. All right, come on. Get it. Get it. Soon after the outlaws turned their horses into the creek and began following its bed, the lone ranger and Tatto reached a point much farther downstream. With the return of daylight, the masked man and Indian who had been riding slowly against the current pulled up. Oh, sir. Oh, it's countable, boy. All right. Outlaws not come this far, Kimosabi. Perhaps we missed them by reaching the creek too late. Well, then, not pass here. Water clear, shallow. We not see where hoofs turn stone or scratch it. They must have left the creek somewhere ahead of us. Banks here are plenty low. Make good place to turn out. Look at the upstream bank I'm pointing to, Tatto. Ah. Who prints there? And where them go? They lead out of the creek and into a ravine. Head your horse out of the water and we'll follow them. Come on, children. Get them up, Scout. I'll keep on tracking them through the open ground. You're right to the cedar breaks. Stay well back and keep pace with me. Me savvy. Get them up, Scout. Come on. A few minutes after Tatto disappeared on one side of the ravine, the outlaws circled back on the other, executing the maneuver which the lone ranger had foreseen, reaching the edge of the evergreen screen. They halted their horses. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Hold on. Do you see anything roll ahead? No. No, wait. Look. Somebody's coming. A mass man. Come on, let's rush him. Come on. Get him up! Get him up! Get him up! Get him up! Get him up! Get your hands up! The lone ranger who had anticipated just such an attack had been riding with his right hand on the butt of a loosen gun. As the stage robbers broke from cover, he drew and fired and shot me. He'll be behind him. Drop your gun or you'll get the same. I don't shoot. I'm dropping it. Now, just mount and get your hands up. Sir, anything you say is easy. Oh, my wrist. Easy, silly silver. That's only a scratch. Leave it alone and it'll heal fast. Now, I want to know what... Hey, look. Coming. Three men. The sheriff's in the lead. There's a star on his list. Another hold-up. Drop that gun, you mass out. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh. You're making a mistake. I've caught a cop. You've caught, you mean? Calling the act. Now, drop those guns and let's go. Very well. Let's get down, boys. Thank you. Hank, pick those six shooters out of the alhoots reach. All right. There they go. One moment, Sheriff. Do the silver bullets in my gun belt mean anything to you? Silver led. They're all the same to me. I know they're made to shoot and kill. The Padre at the mission can tell you about me. We've known each other for a long time. The Padre doesn't know the world. You could have pulled the wool over his eyes. Where's your pardon, fella? Let me explain. I've heard enough from you. Grab him, Hank. I got him. It's a serious mistake. I don't make mistakes. Now, I'll take that mask off your face and handcuff you. As the sheriff reached for the Lone Ranger's mask, Tuttle, who had been too far away to be of any previous assistance, reached the fringe of the cedar break. Seeing his friend's danger, he drew back into the Abergreens and gave voice to a series of savage war hoods. Hey, what's wrong with that? At the same time, he emptied his six guns into the ground. Tuttle, by the yells and shouts, would seem to indicate an Indian attack. The sheriff deputies and outlaws turned their heads from the masked man and scanned the cedar break. From the cover of the trees came more whore hoops and another burst of firing. Why don't we up against Indians? The instant Talos tricked through the attention of the three lawmen, the Lone Ranger snatched up his guns and swung into the saddle with a shock command. Ready, Sheriff? Ready, you deputies? I'm taking charge. He's coming all of us. Why, you? Adopt your guns. That's my friend in the cedar break. Then we haven't got a chance. There goes my gun. You'd better follow suit, boys. That's what we're doing. At that moment, the lawmen and outlaws noticed that the horses they had left ground hitched had stampeded. There goes our horses. You'd better head in the same direction. Come on, boys. Come on, you cowboys. He's letting us off. I'm leaving your guns here. The time you find your horses and get back to your weapons, my friend and I will be out of bullet range. Even if you are, we'll run you down. As soon as the lawmen and self-styled cowpokes were far enough away to assure his escape, the Lone Ranger headed Silver into the cedar break where Talos waited. Follow me, Talos. The Japanese deputies will soon be on our trail. Get it up. Come on. Why are you not bringing out last long? It's taken too much time to hunt down their horses. And when we go, we'll circle back and go to the mission. Only thus far we can clear us. One, two, three. Get lost! We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. When boys line up to run a race, Galloping Gardens sets the pace. He comes in first 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. Cheerios. And so will you. Once you're eating Cheerios, every breakfast, you'll say the Cheerios taste simply wonderful too. They're already cooked, shaped like little roundos and just full of good toasted old flavor. Pour out a big bowlful, add fresh milk and pitch in. You can almost feel the gold power. For a Cheerios breakfast is one of the finest ways you can get the vitamins, proteins and minerals your body needs. A bowl of Cheerios and milk really starts your day right. Helps give you the good red blood, strong bones and muscles. Gold power, you'll get it from Cheerios. Try it and folks will say He's feeling his Cheerios. Now to continue. It was the following day when the Potgray returned from San Marco where he had seen the sheriff on the Lone Ranger's behalf. He found the masked man and Indian waiting outside the mission stables with their horses. Smiling, the venerable priest reported, My son, it is well that I spoke for you. The sheriff was greatly outraged by the roost which enabled you to escape from him and his deities. It was only after a long and I fear a rather heated discussion that I was able to convince him of your innocence. Thank you, Potgray. Is he holding the real outlaws? They slipped away from him soon after your escape. And we have gained nothing. They cannot evade divine retribution. But maybe them kill more people before them die. Better we go after them. Father, we're not a crypt to hunt them now. Yesterday's ride we lost war off Silver's shoes. You used up most of your ammunition in the cedar break. I have only a few cartridges left. What do we do? I'll have to use iron shoes on Silver for the time being. It isn't far to Argentado. So we'll go there first. I'll wait outside the town while you buy cartridges and have Silver shot. We're not likely to lose much time. Me savvy. When we start... Right now, I'll study Silver really. Adios, Potgray. Adios, my son. A few hours later, Tonto stood in the Argentado blacksmith shop watching Bert Collins pull off Silver's worn shoes. The smithy was saying... This stallion sure needs a shoe one. Hey, got one off. Study Silver, sir, if you will. That's the horse's name. Hey, ancient. This shoe is Silver too. Well, what difference that make? None to me. I shoe horses for all kinds of people. I know how to mine my own business. But I'm going to tell you something I heard from Wendy Bill. Hey, horse, give me that other hoof. What Bill colors say? He said two strangers were at the stage stationed yesterday when a manager got to talking about a hermit named Old Jim shipping out a heavy box which the hold of men probably took. Me savvy. Off comes another shoe. Well, one stranger wanted to know whether this Old Jim ever made any Silver horseshoes. Study Silver, study. What else Bill say? Nothing then, but later on he came back and told me that the strangers had left town heading for the hills where Old Jim is supposed to stay. That's the first time I ever heard of Silver horseshoes. And this is the first time I ever saw any. Well, better you hurry job now. It was the following day when Jim's trail led Raw Hyde and Pony Joe into one of the most isolated parts of the West. You pull up. Oh, oh, oh. What's the matter? Keep your voice down. I see a wholesome mule over there by that hill. It staked out. Yeah. You know, there's a shack by the side of the hill. What's the Old Jim's place? Let's get down and leave our horses behind these rocks. All right. What do we do? Walk right in? No. We'll wait for him to come out. As he worked at his bench, Old Jim talked to himself as is the habit of many men who live alone. He was saying... Well, I reckon it must be time for supper. First off, I'd better fetch me a pail of water from the spring. There's nothing like fresh water. The tundration is dark already. Get your hands up, fellow fronto. What's this all about? You heard me. Up with your hands or I'll plug you. Hey, I've got them up. Now, back up into your shack. We're coming after you. All right. That's far enough. Stand against the wall and stand still. Take his gun, Raw Hyde. Yeah. I've got it. You keep him covered while I search the place. Hey. Look at the silver stuff on the bench. He ain't up there. He's got more than that. All right. Where's it all, man? You see all there is. I only mine and smell it all when I need it. I don't believe you, H.O. Look at what he had stashed in one of these potter cans. Yeah, what is it? Silver dust. That's plenty heavy. I never knew silver came in dust like gold. It doesn't. This must be what he ground off the horseshoes. Careful, fellow. Don't drop that can. It's filled with pulmonate or silver. What? Pulmonate. It's a high explosive I use in the percussion calves I put in garbage. Do you ever heard John right here in the smell along with the bullets and horseshoes? And none of it can be identified. Yeah, who would you kill all of us? I'm getting out of here. Hey, Rohan. Hey, dodge me. He's getting away. I'll stop him. Got him. Fill outside by those rocks. Come on. Let's take a look. I didn't want to kill him so soon. I want to find out whether he had any more silver around. Here he is. He only creased his skull. He's still alive. And let's keep him alive and make him talk later on when he recovers consciousness. All right. Let's go back to the shack. He can't yell and get away. Yeah, that's so. All right. We'll just leave him here while we melt down a silver. The lone ranger and turtle near the shack, riding fast. They're close to the mine now. Order moon coming up. Soon it'll make light. Better we leave horses here. Scout, play some football. Yes, that's what we'll do. Close it. Close it. As the masked man and Indian dismounted, they were startled by another sound close at hand. Somebody groaned. Where is he? Here in shadow. It's old Jim. Him shot. Is he dead? No. No, but him tied and gagged. Heart still beat strong. That's good. The outlaws are inside the shack. They curved him while I try to find out what they're doing. As the lone ranger wormed his way toward the door of the shack, Tato freed old Jim from his bonds and gag and gave him water. The aged mindkeeper groaned again and opened his eyes. Tato, are you here? Everything will be all right now, Jim. Where's our friend? Well, him crawled to shack to see what outlaws do. Tell him to come back. He's going to his death. Outlaws not see him. It isn't the outlaws. That's what they're doing. They may blow up the place any moment. Back, Kimosabi! Back! Quick! Come back or you'll be killed. Rohide, who had been alerted by Jim Jell, rushed to the loophole in the door. What's happening out there? Somebody was right outside. Now he's running back. Plug it. He's so fiction. As Rohide grew back the hammer of his six gun, a sheet of flame filled the shack. The explosion of the heated fulminate hurled the outlaws against the walls with terrific force, wrecked the smelter and workbench and blew out the door. The shock of the blast, which woke a hundred echoes among the moonlit hills and the fierce outward rush of air from the shack, knocked the lone ranger from his feet, even though he had reached his own safe from the flying debris. When he rose, he found both Tonto and Jim beside him. You hurt Kimosabi? Not at all, Tonto. Jim, are you all right? I'm fed as a fiddle except for a little headache. What happened in the shack? Those out hoods tried to melt down for a mnate of silk. While the lone ranger and Jim exchanged stories of the events leading up to the explosion, Tonto went in search of the outlaws' horses a little later the smoke cleared from the shattered cabin permitting the masked man to explore it by candlelight. He soon rejoined Jim with a grim announcement. Well, the killers are dead. The shack will have to be rebuilt and much of your equipment replaced. That's a small price to pay for getting rid of those bombings. Perhaps Tonto and I should remain and help you, Jim. I'll take care of the bodies and dispose of the horses. I can fix up the shack myself. You and Tonto ride on to places where you really need it. Me find horses, Kimosabi. Outlaws have stolen bullets and horseshoes in saddlebags. We put them in our bags. Good. That supply will take care of my needs for quite a while. At the time you want more, I'll have them. Adios, Jim. Adios. Adios, amigos. Well, here's the pale I had when I started to the spring, blown clear out of the shack. And if it doesn't leak, I'll begin right where I left off and fill it. As I was saying, there's nothing like fresh water and I'm saying now, there's nobody like the Lone Ranger. But a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Foy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.