 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hi-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 wheat is the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, The Lone Ranger! All over the country, the lavish breakfast, the fowl, the fowl, you do everything, the breakfast, and here's one that happy people have to say, Oh, we eat and do-do-do-do, and I'm careful, okay? Hello, this is The Lone Ranger speaking. You know Americans have the reputation of being always on the go. You can see how we got that reputation when you think back on the exploits of men like Daniel Boone, Lewis and Clark, David Crockett, and many others. They had to cross the rivers, climb the mountains, break the trails from the Atlantic to the Pacific. Today, Americans are still full of energy, and the important thing to remember is that we are a free-eating nation. We eat more energy-giving wheat by far than any other grain. It's one big reason why we are still on the move exploring new frontiers. It's one issue, you're a free-eating nation, you do-do-do-do-do, and I'm careful, okay? With his faithful Indian companion title, 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. Come out of the past, come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse, Silver! The lone ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! Let's go, Bigfoot! I am Silver! Come on! A long line of new-drawn wagons moved slowly along the treacherous simmer on Cut-Off, as it headed toward the rich trading center of Santa Fe. Bob Hobart, 22, rode beside the lead wagon. He looked around at his weary dust-covered companion, then glanced at the slim delicate-featured girl on the wagon seat beside her father, Silas Galt. Susan Galt, clutching the hard-swaying seat with tense hands, spoke encouragingly. Cheer up, Bob. It's been a rough trip for all of us. It sure has, Susan. If you weren't man enough to take it, you shouldn't have come over here to get it. Dad, do you have to be unclenched? It's all right, ma'am. I've got no patience for the young healthy hombre who's scared of his own shadow. I think I'll ride up ahead a while. Get him! Get him! Susan rolled in silence a few moments, then turned to her father. You heard his feelings, Dad. I could see it in his face. He doesn't want his feelings hurt. He better start acting like a man. When we met those two friendly engines on the trail after we left for Dodge, Hobart almost shook out of the saddle like he expected to be stopped. I don't want a daughter of mine getting serious with a car like him. Dad, let's forget him. Get him, Dad. Get him! Bob Hobart rode alone ahead of the wagons. His knuckles showed quite on his clenched fist as he tried to control the feeling of bitterness and despair that welled within him. He's right. I can't help being scared. I just can't help it. He shivered involuntarily as he recalled the hardships encountered so far. To Bob it seemed that the country itself presented the intrusion of the pioneers, and added to that was the known resentment of hordes of savages intent upon torture and death to all white men. If I could stop thinking about the Indians and about that man we found on the trail, Scout. Oh, oh, oh. Hi, Hobart. Hi. Well, how come you're riding ahead of the wagons? Aren't you afraid of red skin? You know, some may pop up and put an arrow through you. Slade, if you and Stacey don't mind, I think I'll ride back along the wagons and see how things are. Sure, go ahead. Get around here. You sure scared him plenty when you mentioned red skin, Slade. Yeah, he got white around the gills. When things really begin to happen, he's one hombre who won't be of any use. Yeah. When you came east from Santa Fe several months ago, you persuaded me to go back west with you to help you run a gambling hall out there. That's right. But ever since we left Independence, you've been hinting about something that might happen on the way. So don't you think it's about time you told me about it? Yeah, I reckon I can trust you enough now, Stacey. You see, Silas Gall is getting to be an influential hombre out west. Even here's the friendship of a powerful Apache leader named Caschis. You promised Gall's wagon train wouldn't be molesting. Well, up to now a wealthy Mexican, San Diego Practically Controls Santa Fe. He has freight lines into South Mexico. But Gall's straight line to the east is bringing in goods that Diego can't bring up from Mexico. In fact, Gall is a threat to Diego's business and influence. Where do you come in? I know Diego well. You promised to back me in a gambling hall in Santa Fe if I find some way to stop Gall. How are you planning to do it? I made a deal with the tribe of Cheyenne Indians who attacked the wagons at the Simran River crossing. Holy macros, what about us? If they attack, we'll clear out the night before. I figure we'll reach the Simran tomorrow afternoon. Smart wagon masters wait till morning to make the crossing because of the current and the treacherous sandy riverbed. When will the attack take place? We'll have a break. Of course, the Cheyenne chief, Blackburn, his braves will get the horses and the stuff in the wagons. I also promised that Diego would see to it they'd get rifles when his next shipment comes in. All right, let's ride back now and mix with the others for a while. Come on, get in there. All right, get in. Late the following afternoon, the wagons reached the Simran and were circled for the night. After several miles south, the lone ranger and taco sat before a council fire in the Apache stronghold of Chief Cochise. They sat in silence as the peace pipe was passed. Finally, the chieftain gently placed the long slender pipe on a blanket spread before him and spoke solemnly. Mocha peace pipe rise straight to great spirit. It's good sign. Me, Cochise, want to be friend to all white men. Because of you, I sit in council with soldier leaders at Fort Dodge. Go, my brothers, and tell them what Cochise has spoken. I shall carry your message with happy heart, Cochise. That's right. Wait, man. It's better to start journey with beginning of new day. Tonight, you rest here. Even now, the braves of Cochise wait to honor you with ceremonial dances and feasting. Waute! Waute! During that night, Slade and Stacey managed to leave the wagon train unnoticed. At dawn, Silas Galt and his men were busy making preparations for the river crossing. The wagons were circled about 200 yards from the river bank. Bob Hobart was helping Silas harness the mules. When Susan, who waited on the wagon seat, suddenly called out, Dad, come here quickly. What's your medicine? I saw a rider, an Indian, appear on the rise back there. He's gone now. Are you sure, Susan? Look, now there are three of them. I don't like the looks of these. Do you think there'll be trouble? Dad, now there are a lot of them. They're attacking you. Get to your posts, everybody, Indians! Well taken by surprise, the men of the wagon train sprang to whatever cover they could find. As the frenzied Cheyennes, leaning low on their racing ponies, a fast-moving circle around the wagons, firing guns and shooting arrows as they rode. Bob Hobart, stunned by the sudden onslaught of yipping, painted savages, stood rooted to the spot. Hobart, young fool, take care of your job and use your gun. Bob took his place besides Silas and Susan, who had left the wagon and was already helping by reloading guns. For about five minutes, the attack continued. Then as quickly as they came, the Indians rode away and disappeared over the rise. They've gone. It's all over. That way along, sir. They'll be back again and again until we're done for. Dad, if we could get help. I wish we could, Susan. But someone could leave now, while the Indians are behind that rise. He could cross the river and go for help. Susan, I just thought, if someone could get through to Cochise, this village is a few miles south of here. I'm sure most of the men would volunteer, Dad. They wouldn't ask any of them. Well, it's one chance in a hundred that they want to get through. Now listen, honey, get the Eagle Feathers. The three tied together that Cochise gave me. I'll settle my horse. Dad, what are you going to do? I'll try to get through myself. Dad, no. It's one hope, Susan. If we don't get help, we're done for. Susan brought the Eagle Feathers, and soon her father's horse was ready to ride. Susan, I don't want the others to know to let go of me. You'll be killed, Mr. Gore. We'll be left here without a leader to be massacred. You can't go. I'm gone, and nothing you say will stop me. They'll still stop you. Oh, I'll take those feathers. Goodbye, Susan. Dad! Wait! Hey, Hobart's right into the river. My head. Dad, of course, Dad. Bob Hobart took the feathers. He's gone on your horse. Let go, Daniel, of that coward. He's leaving to save his own skin. And without those Eagle Feathers, nobody could get near the Apache Village to seek a cheese. Thanks to Bob Hobart, we're as good as done for. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. G-Man Jimmy is eight years old. He is strong, and he is bold. He can capture outlaws, cause he knows. He's got go-power from Cheerios. Yes, he's got go-power. There he goes. That's Cheerios, all right. 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He may trail safe for pioneers. Yes, I wish there were more Indian leaders like him. Ah, look, Kimberzabi. Three Indians chased Phyllis on horse. Come on, Phyllis! Let's go! As the lone ranger and tonto opened fire and galloped toward them, the three Indians turned and rode hurriedly back over the hill. The masked man and Indian who reigned beside the rider who was slumped in the saddle... Oh, no, no, no, no! He got bridled on horse. The man's about to fall from the saddle, steady fella. Mom, what did that bull... Well, let me steady silver. We'll take care of it. Here, I'll help you from the saddle. Thanks. Quickly, the two men lifted Bob from the saddle. As they bandaged his wounded arm, Bob introduced himself and told about the attack. He finished by saying... I was going to find an Indian named Kautis. These feathers were given to Mr. Galt. They'd get me through to the Indian village. I must go on. I must get help. You did a very brave thing, Bob. I'm not brave, mister. I had to do it. I couldn't let Mr. Galt take the risk. For Susan's sake, his daughter's sake will... I just had to do it. Thanks, mister. In spite of that mask, you saved my life. I wear the mask for a purpose, Bob. Believe me, we're friends. I'll ride with Bob to the village of Kautis and ask for his help. I'll go on and try to reach the wagon train. Hurry, there's no time to lose. Bye, big fella. Adios. Soon, the lone ranger came within hearing distance of the Indian attack. Come on, big fella. Then as he approached the river, he drew rain a moment and listened. The sounds of the attack had stopped and the masked man decided to risk crossing the river to join the wagon train. With ready gun, the lone ranger rode to the river and started a cross. Two mounted Indians rode along the river bank behind him and started in pursuit. The man turned and fired. One of them fell. The other two, armed only with bows and arrows, turned back. Come on, sir. At the wagon train, one of the men called Silas Galtz's attention to the rider on the white horse. Mr. Galtz, look. Coming across the river. The man stopped bringing on a big white horse. Maybe you're now hoot that the Indians are at him. They come too along this side of the river to intercept him. Use your guns. Covered by the gunfire of the pioneers, the lone ranger rode hurriedly to the circle of wagons. Please reach, Mr. Your Coverage. Dad, why do you do this? If that struck me, this might be a trick. You might be into those ordinary Cheyennes. I'm not trying to explain my mask now, but perhaps these feathers given me by Cochise will call you to trust me. Here. Please send me you got that from Bob Hobart, a young fellow who tried to escape the attack. That means he's dead and the Cheyennes sent you. Why would I come here alone if I were with the Cheyennes, Mr. Galtz? He knows your name, Dad. Yes, Bob Hobart described your father to me. Bob, is he all right? He got through the slight arm wounds. He went with a friend of mine to the village of Cochise. He still carries the eagle feathers. Cochise gave you, Mr. Galtz. If you look closely, you see that these feathers are differently marked and bound with wampum. Yours are bound together with phones. He's right, Dad. These aren't the same feathers. Isn't that cheese? You were a friend of Cochise. Yes, that's right. I came to give what help I can until the Apaches arrive. Hold on, Mr. Galtz. I remember hearing about a masked man who rides a big white stagion and helps keep law and order. Yeah, I've heard of him, too. You must be that hombre. That's right. Here they come again. Get to your postman. Glad to have your help, Mr. Let's get busy. Hold your fire until they're riding close. To this place. Be down, Susan. Again, the Cheyennes circled in the attack. Many of them fell and several pioneers were wounded. Then as before, the sandwiches withdrew for a short time. A long period of tense waiting passed before the Cheyennes again appeared. This time, their numbers had increased and they moved in with even greater porosity than before. This time, they continued the attack without let up. The lone ranger moving from group to group gave advice and encouragement while his guns blazed continuously. Here in the middle of that mass combre is worth a dozen, man. And he makes every shot count. I never saw anyone to match him. Man alive. Look, more of them. Hundreds of them coming from all sides. Over the patches. The Cheyennes' graves are here. They're meant to hold their fire. Hold your fire. The Apache graves closed in and the Cheyennes, realizing they were far outnumbered, tried to escape. For a short time, they fought back but the Cheyennes' graves soon succumbed. The Cheyennes, disarmed and unmounted, huddled together with a large circle of Apaches. The lone ranger with Silas Gault, Susan and a few of the pioneers rolled to meet the great chieftain, Cochise. Hold your fire. Hold your fire. Out. Out, Cochise. Cochise, bring graves quick to stop Cheyennes jackals who attack white friends. I knew you'd come, Cochise. We're very thankful to you. You sure proved your friendship, Cochise. We... Hey, look. Hobart's with Cochise. Slayton stays behind him. All right. Young white fella, plenty brave. Let me watch him fighting Cheyennes like real warriors. Well, I'll be dug on. We find other two pale faces in grove with Chief Blackbear Cheyennes. Blackbear say them promised many rifles to Cheyennes if them attack. Well, that's it, family. They got those Cheyennes to attack us. Patsy brave, want to take prisoners to village. Punish them by Indian law. Don't... Don't let them take us to their village. They tortured us. It was Slade's plan. He promised a man named Diego to stop you. The Mexican was going to supply rifles to the Cheyennes in return for making the attack. Diego, eh? You better send her out before it charges against him when they get to Santa Fe. Oh, Cheynes, listen. Ah, me listen to words of wisdom from masked friends. If you wish to have these soldier leaders as your friends, take the Cheyennes to the reservation at Bent Fort and report the facts. They will be punished. Let Mr. Gall take the two white prisoners under guard to the nearest army post. Ah. Oh, Cheynes, listen. You have my word. Cheyennes be taken to reservation. Pale faces be taken to my friend Gall. Hello, Bob. Come here, will you? I'm coming. I'm coming. Oh. Mr. Gall, I understand you and your men have called Bob Hobart a coward. I think he's the most courageous coward I ever hoped to meet. I think Bob is wonderful. Do you, Susan? Well, you can tell by looking at it that she does, Hobart. I want to apologize for me and the men for thinking of you as we did. That's all right, Mr. Gall. I was plenty scared of Indians, but I didn't know there were good Indians like Chief Cochise and his braves. Indians are people like the rest of us, Bob. They are good and bad, just as you'll find among us. Cochise, proud of his people and proud to be friends to good white men. We go now. Take Cheyenne to reservation. Adios. Good bye, Cochise. Good bye, Cochise. Good bye, Cochise. Kiko, wait up. We have seen that slave and his partner are taking care of Mr. Gall. But I don't know, I'll go on to Fort Dodge now. Goodbye and good luck, Bob. Goodbye, sir. Adios, everyone. Good bye. Thank you. Oh, Bob, I'm so glad you're back. Safe and sound. Well, Rick and Sunday, I'll have a business partner. If Bob has enough courage left, we'll talk himself into the family. I'll do my best, Mr. Gall. And that mask man gave me courage enough for anything. You know, by Sunday, he's the one who could do it. I sure would like to know who he is. 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