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Help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones, and muscles. Have Cheerios every morning. Then you'll hear people say, He's feeling his Cheerios! With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, 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. 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! After a long manhunt, the Lone Ranger and Toto captured the notorious outlaw named Red Roberts. They turned him over to Marshall Lawton in the Kansas town of Rockville, then camped in the nearby woods. About an hour after dark, the Marshall rode into the camp and made a startling announcement. Red Roberts has escaped. Yes, he tricked the guard and got his gun, then made the guard unlock the door. He stole my horse from the barn and got cleaned away. I had to borrow a horse to come here. Untire horses, Toto. There's a standing reward of $500 for the capture of an escaped prisoner. We're not interested in cash rewards, Marshall. I know that. Roberts is tough. He must be caught before he kills again. He must not be caught. Good, let's go, Toto. Be ready. Easy city, big fella. From the Marshall's barn, the Lone Ranger and Toto followed the outlaw's trail. It was late afternoon of the second day on the trail, when the masked man signaled a halt at the remains of a campfire. Who's over there? Toto, these ashes are still warm. Roberts, you can't be far ahead. Easy city, big fella. The evening found Tom King seated alone at a corner table in the café in a town called Painted Post. King was the owner of the café and also the sheriff. He looked up as a number of men spoke loudly. Well, look who just came in. The spot first was friend, Judge Snipes. How about driving out the nest? What about your promise, Judge? What's the nest to pay? What happened to our ranger? Judge Snipes, a lean, thin lift man wearing dignified black clothing, ignored the remarks of the cattleman, as he made his way to Tom King's table and sat down. Well, Lordy Judge, I'm sorry my customer's made those remarks. The remarks prove that the patience of the ranchers is exhausted. Tom, they're tired of waiting for us to get rid of the nest. But you say... It's time to build a house, fence, land, plant, crops. I've told you repeatedly, Tom, we must drive him out, if we hope to be re-elected. Furthermore, the ranchers may resort to violence. Judge, you know Blamewell is no legal way to drive Sage out. Yes, I know. I told you what to do. Catch Jim Sage breaking the law. Any law. Arrest him. When he's brought to trial, I'll hand down the prison sentence. I'll offer to suspend the sentence if he agrees to move away. His wife can't work the farm alone, so he'll have to move. I've had my deputy's watch in Sage. He's not breaking any law. Judge, I talked to Slim and Lefty just before you came. I don't know if it'll do any good, but I told him I'd get new deputies unless they found a way to jail Sage. I hope they took you seriously. They're over there at the table under the oil painting. I'd say they look mighty serious. I'll tell you, Slim, it made me so when Tom King threatened fire us. It'll so help, Lefty. Sage doesn't break the law, so how can we catch him? Like pouring a drink from an empty bottle. Tom King expects the impossible. He's worried, Lefty. He knows you'll be licked at the next election if the master's still here. That'd hurt. Tom thinks more of these sheriffs than he does his cafe. Hey, Slim, look who just came in. Who? Red Roberts. He's standing beside the door. Oh, no. He's taking a chance. He's coming to a public place. He's wanted by the law. Yeah, he's wanted in Kansas. I reckon he figures he's safe here in Texas. He's looking this place over. I don't care. Yeah. Jesus. Slim, I just got an idea. We'll try to get Red to go to Sage's farm. We'll gun him there and blame the shooting on the nester. Oh, I don't know. We'll be doing the nester a favor. He'll be forced to move out to avoid going to jail or being hanged. And he'll probably save his life. He might be killed by a cattleman if he stays here. So what? Roberts is walking towards us. Now, just leave it to me. Evening, mister. You mind if I sit at your table? No, make yourself at home. I didn't expect to find you two here in so long time since the three of us wrestled cattle together. That's what's happened since then, Red. Yeah. Now you're ten oranges wearing deputy badges. Yeah, we get tired of dodging the law. After we split with you, we come here and went straight. You should have done the same instead of turning a lone wolf killer. If you were aiming to turn me... No, of course not, Red. We're old pals. I'm only staying long enough to get a supply of grub. How are you? I need grub. Yeah. Enough to last you a week or so. I got to keep traveling. Oh, that's bad. Why? The sheriff owns this place and he's a shrewd hombre. You try to buy grub to take away, and he might suspect you're running from the law and ask questions. Oh, is there a store in town? Ah, cafe's the only place selling food. Well, I got to stick up a ranch, huh? Now wait. I've got an idea. You contact Jim Sage. Who's he? That's the name he goes by, but you recognize him as one of your old sidekicks. He has a farm a couple of miles from here. He'd be glad to help you. You go look through the window of his farmhouse. You recognize him. I'll tell you how to reach him. Only unaware that he was the victim of a death trap, Red Roberts followed left his directions and soon reached the Sage farmhouse. Oh, that's easy. He left his horse a short distance away, then walked stealthily to an open window beside the door and looked inside. When he saw Jim and Mary Sage, he muttered, I never saw that man before. The rifle shot came from the woods about 50 yards from the side of the house. Red Roberts gasped and fell to the ground. Jim Sage heard the shot and rushed out of the house followed by his wife. They were examining the motionless figure near the window when the sheriff's deputies rode from the woods and dismounted. Ready? Oh, you apparent killer, I say. Oh, get your hands up. I didn't shoot this man. Don't tell us that. Sharma at the window thought he was a rancher and let him have it. You're wrong. Jim didn't shoot anyone. We got him red handed. 13 per weapon, Cliffy. The lone ranger and Toto following the outloss trail were in view of the house when they heard the rifle shot and saw Red Roberts fall. They left their horses concealed by brushwood and went closer to the house on foot. They saw Jim being searched and heard him saying, this is a frame up to get rid of me so the cattleman can have the range. You were at the edge of the woods when that man was looking through my window. You saw the chance to frame me for murder so you shot him. You call yourselves lawmen. You're not lawmen, you're scheming killers. Good idea. Keep him covered, Cliffy. Turn around, safe. Stop the gun, Cliffy. Drop it in my eyes. Oh, look out. Going to draw, Slim. Toto, make sure Lefty has no other weapons. Ah, me, take their hands. Wait until they've carried Red Roberts into the house. Oh, you know him. You must leave the outloss trail. We're not outlaws. Whatever you are, you'll pay for interfering with the arrest of a killer. Sage is no killer. The shot that dropped Roberts came from the woods. I'll take him inside. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Because champions are made not for... Yes, sir. Get on your way. Champions are made, not born. We wouldn't want it any other way, would we? Take the story of Yogi Berra, great catcher for the New York Yankees. When Yogi was just a lad of ten, he practiced baseball even then. He learned hitting, catching, too. And this should be a cue to you. He ate Wheaties like champions do. Yogi now sparks that Yankee team. Still eats Wheaties for extra steam. Yep, Yogi Berra's been a friend of Wheaties for 19 years. Practically raised on him. He knows there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' plate. Come on, Yogi, sock that ball. He's on his way, on his way. He's on his way, on his way. Get on your way with Wheaties. Because champions are made not for... Yes, sir. Get on your way. Get on your way with Wheaties. Breakfast of champions. Now to continue. Robert's alive, but seriously wounded and unconscious. Lay on a couch, and the deputy is tied hand and foot, sat on chairs in a corner of the living room. Jim told of his troubles with a cattleman while the lone ranger extracted the bullet that had struck Robert's and dressed the wound. That's all we can do for him, Tutto. Ah, if he'd only regain consciousness. He'd tell you I didn't shoot him. I believe you stage. Yes, turn them and the horses and the Wheaties into the corral. What about Robert's horse? I want Jim to ride that horse to a certain lawman. You mean the sheriff and painted post? No, I mean the marshal in Rockville. Rockville? Well, that's in Kansas. Take the horse to Marshal Naughton and tell him the man who stole it from him is here in your house. Well, I don't know if I should leave Mary. Hey, Miss Abbey, me get Marshal. I may need you here, Tutto. Go ahead, Jim. It'll be all right. I trust the masked man. Oh, should I mention you to the marshal in Rockville? By all means. Tell him I'll wait here for him. He'll probably return with you. Right. After Jim Sage left, the Lone Ranger and Tutto divided their attention between guarding the captured deputies and carrying for the wounded outlaw. The vigil continued throughout the night and the following day. After supper, Mary said... Tutto said it took you two days to get here from Rockville. That's not the right way, Mary. Jim and the Marshal should be here tonight. But Jim won't have a horse. He rode the Marshal. The Marshal will borrow one for him. Don't worry. At that moment, Tom King pushed through the doors of his cafe, walked past the long bar and entered his private office where Judge Snipe waited. What's your word, Cap? I can't find anyone who's seen the deputies since last night. There seems to be some excitement in the cafe. I'll see what's going on. What's your commotion? What's up? I can't understand when you're all talking at once. What's up? You shall tell me. The Bucks are coming. He was riding the range near the sage house. Saw six horses in the crowd. And the nesters got only two horses. The limbs and lefties horses are there. Yes. Well, he just told what he'd seen and rode on to tell others. Tom, you're the sheriff. That's right. You've got to see what's happened to the deputies. That's just what I'm going to do. I'll go with you. We'll all go. That's the ticket. We'll take the master out of that. Cotto was standing near the front window when the sound of approaching horses reached the living room. He looked out. He must have a 30, 40 horseman come here. Now you're in for it. I've been hoping Jim and the Marshal would arrive before the ranchers knew that Slim and Lefty were here. Give me one of your guns. I can handle it. No, Mary, no. Why should there be gunplay? I hear them stopping in front of the house. They'll kill us. They're hard-working cattlemen who respect law and order. That's right, Mr. They're for law and order. And when they hear how you interfered with us and the arrest of a killer, then kept us all tied all night and day. Yeah. This is it. What do we do? I'll open the door. I'm here to be. Yes. Good evening, Sheriff. Oh, he captured us. Press your hands. Lower your gun or I'll draw. Lower gun, Sheriff. That Indian has his cover. There'll be no gunplay unless you or one of these men start it. Mostly you're gun, Sheriff. He starts trouble. The boys will deal with him. Yeah, Lord. I'm glad you're here. Where's Jim Sage? Why are my deputies tied? Who's that on the sofa? And who are you? You'll have all the elses if you just step inside. Ask some of the cattlemen to come with you so the odds will be in your favor. Please be. Come inside with me. The rest of you be ready for trouble. If you hear a shot, bust him back. The low ranger waited until the three ranch owners were inside the house with the sheriff and the judge. I'd like to keep the deputies tied until Jim Sage arrives. Why should we stay tied? Get a pretty sheriff. Where is Sage? He went to Rockville. I expect him back soon. The masked man sent him to get the marshal. Marshal Lawton? He's a blame-good lawman. What about that man on the sofa? He's critically wounded. He may die. Jim Sage shot him. He did not. Don't argue with a man. Go ahead, Lefty. Tell your story. Well... Slim and I just happened to be riding through the woods. Lefty lied smoothly and each statement was confirmed by Slim. During the supposedly eye-witness account of the shooting, Tuttle kept close to Red Roberts and the lone ranger stood near the front of the room looking through the window. Oh, that's what happened. That's right. I reckon Mrs. Sage and the masked man will kill a lot of lies. We gave you the true facts. And him dead. Him die when Lefty talks. Ain't there to be a murder charge? Jim didn't do it. Go ahead, man. Tell your lying story. I have nothing to add to what you said, Lefty. Then you admit Jim killed that man? You know better. Look, give him the marshal here. Here? Yes, the marshal shaking hands with some of the men outside. Here, let me speak to him. Hey, marshal! We say Jim here. A few minutes later, after Jim and marshal Lawton joined those in the crowded living room, the marshal lifted the blanket that had been drawn over the face of the dead man and said, Red Roberts! Who shot him? I told you, marshal. What did Jim say? That's a lie. Well, whoever shot him is in line for a reward. That's right. This crook was in jail awaiting trial for murder, but he escaped. How about that, Lefty? Unless you change your story, Jim Sage will get the reward. I'm not entitled to any reward. I didn't shoot that man. The shot that killed him came from the woods. The deputies were there? Yes. We may as well admit it. You what? We knew you Kettleman wanted to nester out of here, and we knew Roberts was an outlaw killer. So when we shot him, we threw a scare into Sage. Made him think he'd hang for the shooting. We figured he'd clear out and face trial with a jury of Kettlemen. Why? Because he'd think Kettleman couldn't hand down an honest verdict? Did you know about this, Sage? No, I know. You shot the outlaw from ambush in the woods. Yeah, we... You ordinary low-down pole cat. We knew you ranchers wanted to be rid of Sage. We'd rather have nesters on the range and scheming skunks wearing ramen badges. Sure. Now, see here, Sage, you blame your god a mighty raw deal. We're sorry we elected the wrong kind of share. I didn't know what the deputies were doing. You got an election king to change your breed of deputies. Let's eat. You're fired. So are you, Slim. First May, for the reward coming, I don't need a job. Marshall, are men who are wanted by the law eligible for the reward? The Rockville officials will have to decide that. And I doubt it. Why do you ask? These deputies traveled with Red Roberts in Kansas before they came to Texas. What? They're one for rustling. Kettle thieves. So that's what we had for ramen. They are the hands. And you, Sheriff, you... I fired them. I didn't know they were crooks. You should have checked out them before you hired them. What kind of share are you, King? Hiring crooks as ramen. And trying to frame an innocent farmer for murder. Did you think Kettleman would stand for such doing? Yes, I told you. I didn't know they were framing Jim, Sage. Give me a chance, please. We'll see how you do between now and election. Marshall, do you think a man's right about Slim and Lefty being wanted in Kansas? Yes, and I'm taking them back to Rockville with me. What are your ranchers going to do about Jim Sage? Well, he's a Nester. Oh, what of it? He's a man and a citizen. He has the same right as you to live and work on his own property. But if he stays, other nesters will come here and fence land for farming. You can't stop migrations of the West. The day will come when all the open range is fenced. The farmers may then outnumber you, Kettleman. They may want to drive you off your ranchers. That's when you need the protection of the law to protect Jim Sage today. He's talking real bad. Over through those laws now and your children will suffer. Confirm and strengthen the right of a man to own property, and you'll give your children a real heritage. That's right. And Reddy, he's right. I never thought of it that way. You know, I got a son growing up. I don't want him running off the old ranch by a mob of farmers. Yeah, I got two sons. I want them to raise beef. We've got to have law and order. You hear that, Sheriff? You make sure that Jim Sage has his rights, and then our young'uns will have theirs. Sure thing, Captain. He stays right here. Sage, I reckon you've been given the notion that Kettleman or scheme and pole gets. Well, that's not the case. And we aim to prove it to you. Golly, I... That mask man sure cleared things up. He saved our farm. Jim, he probably saved your life. Well, he sure had taught me a lesson about being a good sheriff, but there's one question he didn't answer. What's that, Tom? He didn't tell me who he is. I'll tell you that. He's a lone ranger.