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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... The Lone Ranger and Tato were deep in Texas and headed south to a stand of cottonwoods. As they came out of the woods, they saw the tracks of a railroad and heard the distance with Oliver Locomotive. We stop here, chemo-summies, watch train goodbye. All right, Tato. Suddenly, Tato pointed to an object on the track some distance away. That looks like man. It is a man. Dashing ahead of Tato, the masked man raced along the single track toward the oncoming locomotive. Who's the host, Teddy? He brought his mighty stallion to a sweaty stop and leaped to the ground beside the still form of a man who lay across the rails. I'll get him off the track. Leaning out of the locomotive's cab, the engineer waved frantically and pulled the ruffle cord. I'll get him. That does it. The plane raced by, enveloping the lone ranger, Tato, and the unconscious man in a cloud of steam. That was a close call. He's alive. Can he get conscious now? He has some severe head wounds, Tato. Possibly a fractious skull. Maybe it's dangerous to move him. We can't camp here beside the tracks. We'll have to hide him before the engineer sends someone to investigate. We'll make a litter and carry him to the woods. In the shelter of the cottonwood, Tato made camp while a masked man did what he could to attend the stranger's injuries. In half an hour, the rescued man was fully conscious. He looked around the camp with a somewhat bewildered expression, then turned his eyes toward the lone ranger. I'm glad to see you're feeling better. Go and let it alarm you. It doesn't. I saw a masked man in action during an engine fight. He had a horse called Silver, an engine friend named Tato. Oh, where was that? At Yellow Springs. I was there when you persuaded Liam Burtis around there. Were you a soldier? Yeah, a cavalryman. My name is Ben Thorpe. I was honorably discharged last month. I don't know how I got here. We found you unconscious on the railroad tracks. You've had several blows on their head, one of them very hard. Mack James. Oh, Mack James. I met him on a freight train. He tried to kill me, but I'll get him for it. I'll find him. That squint and I are his as a dead giveaway. Squinting eye? He must not be. Maybe he... Ben, can you describe the squid-eyed man? Well, he was about my size and build, and his whiskers had grown about the same as mine, and he had that squint and eye. We jumped off the train together and came to this woods, and the sneaky cold cat pulled his gun on me. I couldn't imagine what he was after. Oh, Mack, are you local holding me up? You know I've got no money. I don't want money. What's your cavalry caping your hat? Also your army discharge. What, Mack? They're worthless. You didn't know it, Ben, but the law is looking for Mack James, so I aim to have him killed. Then I'll beat Ben Thorpe. Why, you... Take off that cape. You'll have to shoot me to get it. Shoot you? Not a chance. I've got a better way. That's all I remember, mister. Your cap and your cloak are gone. What about your army discharge? All my clothes are gone. These are Mack's clothes I'm wearing. Look through the pocket. I'll try. Help him, Totter. Oh, need help. I reckon Mack must have knocked me out with his gun barrel then. After switching clothes, left me on the railroad tracks. He must have known a train that'd be along before you regained consciousness, or he might have thought he killed you with a blow. Oh, here. Here's something in the pocket. An old envelope. Let me see it, Totter. I reckon that's all I left in the pockets. This is address to Mack James at Fort Smith, Arkansas. The return address is Joe Santo Trail City. Trail City? That near here. Crane on the way there. That's interesting. Oh, mister, yeah. You were mighty interested when I told you that Mack James had a squint in eye. Yes, Ben. We've been looking for a man named James McKay, alias Mack James, and sometimes known as Squint. Is he wanted by the law? Indeed he is. What's he done? Bank robbery and murder. Have you ever seen him? No, but I've seen pictures of him on handbills. You might find him in Trail City. That's what I think. I've heard rumors that Joe Santo runs a hideout for crooks in Trail City. He must have been, eh? He'd go there, flip ground. Yes, Totter. See if you can learn something about Joe Santo. Uh-huh. How you doing? I'll stay here with Ben. Easy, Scott. Easy, Hunter. Get him up. Come on. A southbound plane that nearly took Ben Fort's life reached Trail City shortly after noon. For the next two hours, men were busy unloading cattle. At 2.15, the engineer looked at his watch and showed him patience. Meanwhile, several blocks from the station, Trail City's main street was practically deserted. Two men leaned against the hitch rail in front of Joe Santo's hotel and cafe. For the sheriff greeted them. And you would rip, look as if you'd lost your best friend. Well, you lost our last dime in the car again. Yeah, we even lost our guns. Dog gone without my suit and iron a few half-dress. Well, stay away from Santo's card games. What are you looking at, Sam? That gent coming down the street there. Looks like a newcomer. Yeah, he's strange to me. Must have been a soldier. He's wearing a cavalry cape. I don't need him, man. I like to know about newcomers. Well, let me see. I'm Sheriff Newton. What's your name? Ben Fort. Glad to know you, sir. Hey, Jude, you've been in the Army. Yeah, mustered out a month ago. Looking for work? Well, Phillip, I don't mean to give a fancy, but the fact is we've been getting more than our share of crops and trails today. So it's part of my job to sort of investigate strangers. Alley, you say your name is Phillip? You want to see my Army discharge? Well, let it just about prove you've been Phillip. All right, my papers are in my inside pocket. Matt James posing as Ben Fort unbuttoned his Army cape and reached beneath it with both hands. His left hand brought out the Army discharge, but the right remained hidden and gripping a gun. Here's the paper. Did you get hurt or have you always had that squint? Squint. Five, eleven, one, seventy. Yeah, black, squint, nine. You're not reading that from the Army discharge. I'm remembering it from a hand beer. Yeah. Yeah, you're making it. Before the sheriff's gun cleared leather, Matt James fired from beneath the cape, then turned and fled toward the railroad tracks. Late that afternoon, Tutto returned to the camp with Scout running hard. The lone ranger who'd been sitting beside Ben Fort, bleeped to his feet. Welcome, Colonel. What's the news, Tutto? Sheriff Newton shot. Maybe him died. Who shot him? Everyone thinks Ben Fort do it. Me? That's right. Them fine Army paper. Your name on it. Matt James. He framed me the squint I'd crooked. Tutto, start at the beginning and tell us all you know. Well, we go into town. Hide Scout behind Hotel. While me there among trees, we see fellow come out back door Hotel. Him carry wash basin and dump it in ground. Oh, then what? On him go inside Hotel. Me go look where basin dumped. Find soapy water with plenty black, black whisker. Then we go to Main Street. Plenty people there. There are plenty talkers shooting. The shooting of the sheriff? Huh. Me listen. Here how him shot by man in army case. If anyone saw Matt James close up, they'll remember his squint and I. No one see him close. Only sheriff. Him unconscious. But Clinton falls on the first act of our lone Ranger adventure. 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Remember now, inside each special Cheerios package, there's a copy of a real, genuine Confederate bill. Start collecting yours today. Now to continue. Tato reported all that he knew about the shooting, including the escape of a gunman on the southbound train. Then he added, Teller, telegraph Marshall, next town. Ask him to stop train. Search for gunman. Did the reply come from the Marshall before you left Cheerios City? Ah, me wait there till answer comes. Marshall say, crook not on plane. But in freight car, he find army cape. Door, car, wide open. My cape. That came, Mr. Jimtoff, the train between stations. Probably. And then, he remembers soapy water and black whiskers. Yes. Mac James, why to sneak back to Joe Santo's hotel and shave. In that case, he's still in town. But no one will tie him into the shooting. Not unless the sheriff recovers and remembers his squinting eye. They'll hang me if they catch me. I've got to get away. I've got to run up. In one conscious skin. Tato, he needs a doctor's attention. Not right. Me go to town for doctor. No, if the sheriff's condition is critical, the doctor must stay with him. We'll have to take Ben Thorpe to the doctor. Ah, I intend to call on Joe Santo. The Lone Ranger and Tato started for town at sunset. They traveled slowly and took turns carrying Ben Thorpe who was still unconscious. It was nearly dark when they finally drew rain behind the house where the doctor lived and maintained his office. Tato and Thorpe stayed with the doctor while the Lone Ranger went in search of Joe Santo. Meanwhile, Joe Santo wrapped him a door of the room he'd rented to Mac James on the second floor of the hotel. That's you, Joe. Yes. Doesn't look like a new man. Yeah, the shave and new clothes make a difference. Well, that suit of mine fits your first grade. Yeah. What's the news? Has anyone found the body on the track? Not yet. With so many men out looking for Thorpe, I thought it'd be found by now. Everyone is looking south of town. They think you, I mean Ben Thorpe, jumped off the train between here and the next station. No one figures I sneaked right back here. No. Yeah, they'll find the body sooner or later. Only they'll never know it's Ben Thorpe. They'll think it's Mac James. Is there any way to identify this you? Yes. I left an old envelope of my name on it in the coat park. Oh, I thought you'd do it unless someone looks for the squinting eye. I left the body on the tracks, Joe. Who can tell about the eye after the train's gone by? That's all. Officially, Mac James will be dead. The law go on searching for Ben Thorpe for the shooting of the sheriff. But he'll never be found. No, I gotta admit, you're smart. Smart enough to outwit the lone ranger. The lone ranger? Yeah. Yeah, I heard in a roundabout way that he's hunting for me. Why didn't you tell me? Well, what's the difference? Well, if I'd known he was after you, I'd never have taken you in. I'd sure had a rattlesnake beneath my shirt than had a man who's hunted by them all right. Don't worry, Joe. I'll only be here for a few days. As soon as someone finds that body on the tracks, the word will spread that Mac James is dead. Then the lone ranger will quit hunting me, and I'll be free to travel with a new name. That squinting eye will be a giveaway. Not if I'm officially dead. Don't worry, Joe. Everything will be all right. If the sheriff don't recover, I see. The sheriff's still at the docks house? Yes, and still unconscious. But it becomes too... He won't. Hey, why are you strapping on your gut? Going to the docks house to attend to some unfinished business. You're going out? Yes. What if you're seen? It's dark. Wait here, Joe. I'll be back. Mac James went down the rear stairs and out the back door of the hotel. He walked through the alley at the side of the building to the main street. Then headed boldly toward the doctor's house, confident that he would be unnoticed in the darkness. Meanwhile, the lone ranger traveled in the opposite direction behind the rule of buildings. He entered the hotel's back door. The door that the killer had just used as an exit and made his way to the kitchen. The cook was startled. What? What? Quiet. What? Don't shoot, mister. Where's Joe Santo? Well, I'm not supposed to... Where is he? Oh, barb. You want to lose the use of this arm? Well, he's upstairs. Well, the room... What room? Well, he'll fire me if I... Number 10. Room 10. Joe Santo paced the floor nervously. It seemed like an hour since Mac James had left, but it was less than five minutes. Them? Come on. Hold it, Joe. Come on, move your hands. Mac. Who are... No, wait. I've got information. But who are you? Turn around. Will I see if you have a gun? I'm not armed. I never carry a gun. I'm just a peace-loving man. If this is a robbery... There's no robbery. I want information. Where is Mac James? I don't know. How should I know? Also known as Squint. I don't know anyone but... Turn around and face me. Commissioner, you're a friend of his. I'm not a friend. In that case... Oh, you're fat and flabby. You couldn't do much to defend yourself. I'd hate to take advantage of your weakness, but believe me, I'll go as far as necessary to make you talk. You're hiding Squint, and you're going to tell me where he is. I'm prepared to beat the information out of you. If you just tell me who you are... I'm... I'm known as the Lone Ranger. You know... Sato's face went ghastly white. Then Sato slumped to the floor. The Lone Ranger reached for a nearby pitcher of water and dumped it on a pasty face. Oh, no. You're Lone Ranger. Come on, Sato, on your feet. Don't beat me. For the last time, where's Squint? He... He went to the Doc's house. I tried to stop him. I told him not to... Doc's house for what? To... To finish the sheriff. Come on, I'm taking you to the wood shed. The wood shed? Yes, I'll try and gag you there just as I did your cook. You'll be good and quiet company for each other. Tato and the doctors stood side by side with their hands raised and their backs against the bedroom wall. Squint was in the doorway holding his own gun in one hand and Tato's in the other. The sheriff and Ben Forth lay on bunks. Both were conscious, but too weak to rise. I don't know who you are. How do I do, Doc? He's Mike James, the man who shot me. Good thing I came here, Sheriff. You don't make trouble for me. You can't kill four of us and get away with it. Oh, yes, I can, Doc. My story'll be that Ben Forth did the shooting. I was passing by and heard three shots. I rushed in. I saw that he drilled you and the Indian and the sheriff. Well, I struggled with him. I took his gun and then clawed him a few times in the head. Fatally. Why are you on, Repold Cat? My story'll be believed, though, because you're already being hunted for shooting the sheriff. You know, I'd like to hear how you escaped the train, but, you know, I've already wasted enough time. My curiosity must go unsatisfied. Not at all. Let's go! My hand! What was it? He kicked him. Oh, good for you, Indian! Oh, no, that wasn't necessary. Well, he mad came as I be. Him need this to pay high and joy to see in that. That was B. Coy Hans while him unconscious. Now there's plenty of time, Tondo. He'll be stiff for quite a while. Look, Mac James in jail, dog. If you pull me through, I'll see that he hangs. I know where he's wanted. Oh, you'll be all right, Sheriff. You're past the crisis. And so we'll start. Sheriff, Joe Sonto is guilty of concealing a known murderer. Excessively after the fact, indeed. But I found out what did the jailer crit it? If I had the authority, I'd make the arrest and have him in jail by the time Mac James gets there. The authority? Yes, you may. Here's my badge. That's all the authority you need. Thank you, Sheriff. I'll be back, Tondo. Uh-huh. 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