 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hyosilver, the Lone Ranger. Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. General Mills, makers of Cheerios, the ready-to-eat Oats cereal that gives you go-power, and sweeties, the breakfast of champions, present by special recording, the Lone Ranger. All over the country, in every direction, how you, how you do it is a question. And if one has a happy people has to say, oh, we do, then do, do, do, and okay, 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 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. Eat more, eat more, eat more, eat more, eat more, eat more, eat more, eat more, eat more, eat more, eat more. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, 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. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse, Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver! Let's go, people! I am Silver! Lone Ranger and Toto were riding through the hills west of the town of Nunfut, at a leisurely pace when suddenly... Gun play! Let's cover the head to see what it is. Let's go, Toto. Come on, Silver! As the trails slope down toward the valley, the Lone Ranger and Toto saw a strange scene. A bare-headed young rider raced across the valley, a short distance ahead of five hard-riding pursuers who opened fire again. One of their bullets hit the mark. Young Toto wounded! It's not a saving, Toto! Come on, Silver! The wounded man approached them, clinging desperately to the neck of his tiring horse. The Lone Ranger drew his coats and shouted, You help him, Toto! I'll cover you! Come on, Silver! As Toto slowed down to intercept the wounded rider, the Lone Ranger raced past him, then drawing Silver to a halt behind a shoving rock. Oh, he's headed out! He swung from the saddle and opened fire. Silver bullets quizzed by the pursuing horsemen, forcing them to draw rain. As their horses slid to a fast halt, the Lone Ranger fired again, smashing the guns of the two lead riders. A bullet grazed the hand of the third man as the fourth threw up his hands to surrender. The fifth rider moved from behind the others to get a clear shot at the masked man. An instant before he pulled the trigger, the Lone Ranger's colt roared again. The squint-eyed townsman howled with pain and anger, as his weapons spun from his hand, smashed beyond repair. Do any of you want more gunplay? Well, that's better. When we left Sal in the trade of one's books, we didn't figure he'd have Sal's weight here to cover him. If he's a crook, you'll be turned over to the law. That's chance of that. Come on, boys. We might as well head back to town. That's his hook. Mr. Sheriff, you're going to get tricked and unchecked, and here's about this. You'll charge a county for you in your crook at Sal. I know the Sheriff. Well, leave that. You'll tell us another one. Come on. Still holding his colt, the Lone Ranger watched the retreating townsman until they were out of range. Then, leaving their guns where they had dropped them, he holstered his own weapons. Is this any big fella? I'll join Tado. Come on. The Indian was waiting on the trail a short distance away with a wounded man who identified himself as Bill Linden. Your wound needs attention, Bill. Oh, Dr. Scratch, mister. Would you be able to stay in the saddle long enough for us to find a fairly well-concealed campsite and hide our tracks? Yeah. Up to your right. There. Plenty place to camp in Hill Schema, buddy. We'll head for one at once, then. A few minutes later, the three riders blew rain in a clearing surrounded by dense underbrush and huge trees. Tado helped Bill Linden from the saddle while the masked man took medical supplies from his saddlebag. While I take care of the wound, suppose you'd tell us why those riders were after you? Well, it all started when the express office in town was robbed two nights ago. Huh? A fellow with a bandana with his face took the guard by surprise. He slugged them and got away with $15,000. Well, his partner waited outside watching for trouble. Well, how do you fit him at the robbery? My mother and I live in town. We were born behind the house where I do leather work. Repair gear. Kind of a saddle shop. I understand. Someone must have gotten in there last night. They planted some of the stolen money. How was it recognized? He asked for the robbery then. The sheriff said the serial numbers were on record. Oh. That'd make it easy to buy end-of-time money. Yeah. Sam, out of the deputy sheriff, got a tip saying I had the money hidden in the barn. He came late this morning to search the place. Found the cash and a gold watch that had been stolen from the guard. Well, what about Sheriff Yuba? He left town yesterday morning. Won't be back for two days. Meantime, everyone in town figures I committed the robbery. You'd better stay away from town until Sheriff Yuba returns. I've never been in so much trouble in all my life. If the sheriff won't give me a fair chance to clear myself, I'm likely to go to prison. Steady. I don't mind admitting I'm scared. I'm thinking of Mom. She'd be mighty worried about me. Especially when those fellas get back to town and spread the word that a masked man in a red skin rescued me. After it's dark, we may be able to get a message to her, Bill. Paula will ride the town and... No, I wouldn't want them to risk a message. Oh? My dad was killed by Indians 20 years ago. Mom would be lucky to start screaming for help at the sight of a red skin. Do you have any friends in town who deliver a message to her? Yeah. Yeah, I have a friend in town named Tug Walker. If you take a message to Tug, he'll tell Mom I'm all right. And you tell me where to find them, Bill. After dark tonight, we ride to town and look for them. The song went down an hour later while the masked man prepared a light meal. By the time they finished eating, darkness was falling. Me start for town now? You might as well, Tug Walker. Tug Walker lives in the shack at the edge of town, Tug Walker. The place needs a coat of paint. A couple of windows are broken. Right next to the general store. Oh, you find it, Bill. Oh, here. They give Miss Note to Mom. When she reads it, she'll know how I'm with friends. You might also give Walker this hand, Bill. Ask him to give it to the devotee Sheriff. It looks like a reward note. He described the gunslinger named Rock Rowley. Rock Rowley? Yeah. Do you know him? Oh, yeah. He came to town three or four weeks ago. Oh. I fixed the turret for him the other day. I thought we might find him around here. What's he wanted for? Murder and robbery. I didn't know he was a crook. The Sheriff doesn't know it yet either. Not when I came here to turn the handle over to him. Did you know Sheriff Uber? Yes, we met him several years ago while he was working as a railroad detective for Union Pacific. Garner, I don't save you two. No? It's hard to believe a mask man would be on the side of the law. Well, not that I doubt you would. I know you said you weren't on the dodge, but... But you're not altogether convinced, are you, Bill? Well, I... You ever hear a mask man called Lone Ranger, Bill? The Lone Ranger? That's right. You mean... You mean you're the Lone Ranger? That's right. On the racian talk about luck, I never figured I'd meet you. We'll wait here for you, Toto. Ah. You see, you're buying buying. You got these people out. Get them up. Count. In town, the murderer, the Lone Ranger, run top of top. Grew Rain near Tuck Walker's rundown shack. As he drove toward the ramshackle, three-room building, the door opened. There's you, Rock. Yeah. Where you been? Traveling through the hills to the party with Bill Linden. To find him? Uh... We'll start out again in the morning to look for him. You know, I wouldn't mind going to all this trouble to frame him. If we could spend the cash we stole from the ex-Brazilis. With Bill in prison for stealing it, we can clear out of town and spend it somewhere as... maybe south of the border. Who's that? The riders. The rain outside. He's coming here. I better get out of sight. Why? What are you talking about? I'm wearing big questions. I'll step into the lean toodle. I'll find out who it is. And I'll have my gun handy in case it means trouble. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Sheriff Sam is a boy of ten. He busts right in the robbers den. And gets his man because he knows. He's got gold power from Kyrios. Yes, he's got gold power. There he goes. He's feeling his Kyrios. Kyrios, Kyrios, Kyrios. That's Kyrios. The cereal shaped like little letter O's. And those O's stand for O's. The good grain Kyrios is made from. Every delicious spoonful of Kyrios and milk is real muscle building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals and proteins your body needs. Yes, those good things in a Kyrios breakfast do good things for your body. Help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones and muscles. You can see that Kyrios is made to give you real gold power. So make sure you have a Kyrios breakfast every day. Then you'll hear people say. He's feeling his Kyrios. Now to continue. As Tato drew rain and dismounted outside Tug Walker's shack, the killer named Rock Rowley concealed himself in the small lean-to. When the Indian wrapped on the door, Tug called. Just a minute. With a look over his shoulder to make sure Rock was out of sight. Tug Walker went to the door. Yeah, what? Hey, you, Tug Walker. Yeah, that's right. And I'm right surprised to see your red skin in town. I have a message for you. What kind of message? A message from a friend named Bill Lindon. Oh, well, step inside, Indian. Who are you? How do you know Bill? I'm me, Tonto. I meet Bill today. Him in plenty trouble. Yeah, yeah, I reckon he is full of credit. I'd like to know where to find him so I can help him. Well, him have helped now. But him want you to take note to mother. Yeah, you know. What did you say? It's for mother. You take it to her? Oh, yeah, yeah, sure, sure thing, Tonto. No, me have Hand Bill for Deputy Sheriff too. Hand Bill? That's right. Hey, this describes Rock Rowley. Him wanted for robbery, murder, California. Well, I didn't know that. Deputy Sheriff not know it either. I might have glad you brought the Hand Bill here, Tonto. I'll see the deputy out or get it. That's good. Now, me go now. Hold on. You know where Bill's hiding? You'll not worry about him. Him with friends. Oh. Adios, Tonto. So long and thanks. Me tell Bill, you take message to mother. I'll take care of it right away. Captain. Super. Where's he going? He's going. He's a gun decoded. I didn't figure he'd follow me this far. So you know him? I recognized him as soon as he opened his mouth. He's trailed me for a long time. This is the perfect description of you. Let's see that Hand Bill. When I met you at the cafe, you told me you were a car shop. A gambler on the lookout for easy money. I never figured my record would catch up with me. Why didn't you tell me the law was looking for you? If I'd known you were worthy of a hurling about. The law has never had a thing on me. I've been in a clear. You've been lucky. I've been smart. Too smart to get my name on Hand Bill. Well, I'll take care of this Hand Bill. This drawing that won't save your hide. Getting the red skin who brought it here will. What's he got against you? Why is he so go-going anxious to see the law? Plans out about you. He and his mass pal have been after me for a long time. I thought I lost him when I left California. Mass pal, is he on the dodge too? I wish he were. He's the lone ranger. We're lucky the red skin brought the Hand Bill here. Lucky? If Bill Linden's with a lone ranger, if he's told him how he was framed, what? Trame on him with your ideas. A man will find out the truth. I'm getting rid of the cash we stole from him. I'll burn it so they can't be linked to the home. That's your price, Tuggy. Huh? Half that money's mine. Well, take your share and get out of here. Take it easy, Tuggy. Your nerves have turned to fiddle strings. With the lone ranger around here, I'm taking any share. Care to get rid of the cash? Why not be smart? What do you mean? Get rid of the mass man, Tato, and Bill Linden. You're talking local. Let's see the note Tana gave you. Here. What did you say? I am with friends, Mom. Don't worry. Unless I miss my guest, he's in camp with a lone ranger. Now we've got to do with the fellow Tato. Back to camp? That's the idea. We'll get all three of them. We'll never get away with it, Ralph. Why, Matt? Bill's wanted for rubbery. I know, but killing him... There's a claim we found him in camp with his cook and pals. When we tried to capture him, they started a gunfight. We fired in self-defense. There's a full moon to make it easy to follow Tata's trail. He might cover his track. Why should he? He's not expecting to be followed. Maybe it'll work. You'll never have a better chance to get that mass, man. I reckon that. I left my horse outside. Saddle yours. We'll start after the Indians. I don't want to risk trading lead with a lone ranger in town. If things work out as they planned, they won't have a chance to shoot. Now come on, I'll help you settle your own. As Rock Rowley anticipated, Tata's trail was not difficult to follow, assuming that Todd Walker could be trusted. The Indian had not tried to hide his tracks. When he reached camp, Bill Lyndon was sleeping soundly. Oh, Scott. Oh, brother. He's got easy, brother. All right, good. If good, him get rest, Timosuddy. Yes, he needs it. Now, he'd give note and handbills to Todd Walker. Then leave town. Good. On way back, Timosuddy, he tried to think of way to clear Bill. Yes, I've been thinking about the same thing, Todd. Maybe when Sheriff come back to town, we ask him to save his friends with him. The fire burns low while the masked man and Tata considered various ways to find the man who had committed the robbery. As he picked up the canteens, the lone ranger said, If the Sheriff searches Rock's living quarters, he may find the stolen money. You think Rock pulled robbery? Yes. Maybe that's right. Same as Bill while I fill our canteens with it, Tata. Where do you fill it? While you were gone, I found this spring about 300 yards in here. I'll be back in a few minutes. As the masked man disappeared in the trees and brushed surrounding the campsite, Bill Linden wakened. Tata knelt at his side. How you feel, Bill? Oh, Tana. You sleep sound, eh? Oh, yes. I didn't even hear you come back to camp. Let me help you sit up here. Yeah, thanks. Hey, look out. You're both covered. Tug. Hey, surprise. The team he builds. What's the idea of the gun? Don't try to reach for yours, Tana. Rock Rowley, eh? That's right. Tug, what are you doing with this crew? We'll ask the questions, Bill. Where's the masked man? I don't know. He was gone when I woke. You're lying. Him tell truth. What are you doing here? How'd you find me? We followed the Redskins trail from town. Rock's the killer, Tug. The law wants him for murder and robbery. I know all about him. Thanks to your agent, pal. Where's the masked man? Right here, Rock. Hey, what? Covering you with two guns. Who are you? A Tug and Rock world who face the masked man. Tata will snatch the gun from his holster. Scream by brush. The lone ranger fires. Rock fell with a bullet in the shoulder. Another bullet smashed Tug's gun. He got him covered now. Neither of you try a fast blow. No, no, don't shoot me. My hands are up. What about you, Rhino? I know I've hurt my shoulder. You take care of your wound after your hands are tied. I'll keep them covered, Tata. Me tie their hands. I don't say anything. Tug Walker know this color crooks. Me give them hands. No, wait a minute, ancient. For what? Well, let me explain. Before you try it, I'll tell you a few facts. You knew Rock's the killer, wanted for robbery and murder. Yes, but I... You didn't turn him over to the law. Well, I... That makes you as guilty as he is. Oh, no, no. Rock may hang. As for you... I didn't know he was a killer. He told me he was a gambler. He'd give you handbills. I would have turned him in. I planned to do it tomorrow. Why, you yellow rat? A plan had to turn me in, would you? You know good tin horn. I'm no killer. You're a thief. You can't prove that. I've stolen money, proof of that. It's hidden under the bunk in his shack, Mr.... No, no, no. I told you double-cross it. You're the one who framed me. No, no, no. Don't even frame you. He planned to spend that cash south of the border while you rotted in prison for stealing it. Why, you take it easy. Take it easy, Bill. You'll pay for his crimes. I'll eat for next time and... Good. As soon as you banish Rock's rule, we'll take them to town. Bill Linden, Tahoe, and Malone Ranger were on the trails of town with their prisoners when a hard-riding horseman overtook them. In the moonlight, the masked man recognized Sheriff Hank Yerbaugh. Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! Great taste of life. Mr. I haven't seen you since I left Union Pacific. We couldn't have met at a better time, Sheriff. We have two prisoners for you. I picked up a hand-bill about Rock Raleigh while I was in Mewjaw. Started back to town immediately to arrest the skunk. You can arrest Tug Walker while you're at it. What? He and Rock worked together on the express robbery. Well, can you prove that, Bill? According to Rock, the stolen money is hidden under the bunk in Tug's shack. I'll look for it after the varmints are jailed. We may see you again, Sheriff. Aren't you coming to town with us? You'll not need our help from now on. Not need help, but I'd sure like a chance to visit a while. That may be time for a visit the next time we meet. I sure hope so. Well, goodbye, Bill, and good luck. Goodbye, and thanks for everything, Mr. You're more than welcome. Adios, Sheriff. Come on. And thanks. I hope someday I can pay those two back for what they did for me. Bill, you're not the first one to say that about Tonto and the Lone Ranger. You're a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. It's produced by Tremble 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.