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Get your complete American Airlines air travel game today, free in Cheerios. Look for the special Cheerios package with a flying airplane on front. Supplies are limited, so hurry! Ask for Cheerios today, the ready-to-eat Oats cereal that gives you go-power. 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 hootbeats of the great horse, Silver! The Lone Ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! Let's go! Let's go! One day, the Lone Ranger and his Indian companion, Toto, were riding the trail southward toward San Antonio. The Lone Ranger was saying, Toto, Tubby Morgan and his gang must be around here. From all the reports we've had lately. Isn't that right? Then say Patman had gang that hold up bank in Redhill two day go. That was Morgan all right. He and his gang are watered for more than one killing. They're terrorizing the whole territory. They must be stopped before there are more murders. Huh, him plenty smart-pullers, he like. Yes, he must be. In spite of the fact that his description and reputation has spread over the territory, he still manages to avoid capture. Not very far from San Antonio now. We'll find a suitable campsite. Then we'll do what we can to pick up the trail of Tubby Morgan's gang. Come on, Silver! After they had selected a campsite and a secluded grove, they decided to rest their horses a few hours before trying to find the gang's trail. Meantime, Tubby Morgan and his men a few miles away turned from the trail toward a small farmhouse. Where's Slim? This neat-looking farmhouse here, sisters, will make a fine item. You sure she can be trusted? You don't think she'd get her own brother into trouble, do you, Tubby? Anyway, she and her husband skipped from the law in St. Louis after she helped him with the bankrupt rate. Where's he now? Got killed when he was caught cheating in a gambling game and now passed a few years back. Hi there, Slim. Hi, Lil. We finally got here. Lady, you said you'd be here some time this week so I got everything ready. Lil, meet Tubby Morgan and the boys. Hi there, Lil. Tubby, nobody would ever take you for an outlaw. Seat-wise, you sure don't look like one. Well, that's why me and the gang get away with it so much, Lil. What's the set up here? Put the horses back in the barn. I have two spare rooms in the house. You and Slim will have one, and there are four carts and the other for the rest of the boys. I lease out most of my land to a neighbor and buy what supplies I need in town. So you see, I don't have any cowhands around and nose into our business. Well, that's fine. Set up is perfect. Go on, put up your horses and come on inside. We'll do our talking in there. All right. Let's go, boys. After the horses have been attended to, the gang gathered in the farmhouse where Tubby immediately began to make plans for their next job. He was saying... There's a lot of wealth in it around San Antonio, and I figure the First National Bank is bulging with cash. He'll take a bulgy ombre like me to relieve him of some of that dinero. Hold on and listen. That bank has a guard inside near the door day and night. What's more, the sheriff's office is right across the street. Well, that isn't so good. We'd better forget it. No, we're not forgetting it. Back to you, Lill. I'm going to dress up real neat and fancy. You and me, you'll go in ahead of the others, and we'll visit the sheriff first. Come on. The sheriff will recognize you. Handbills are out all over this territory. Sure. Those handbills carry my description. They don't have any picture of me. You boys will saunter into the bank one at a time after you see me and Lill go in. You know, the operations there, Antonio, are sure going to be surprise. Late the following morning, Lill, dressed as a sedate and respectable widow, drove into town with Tubby Morgan beside her on the seat of the buckboard. Tubby was dressed in a plain black suit and wore a fancy checkered vest from which a heavy gold watch chain looped across his expansive middle. Lill stopped the buckboard in front of the sheriff's office. Oh, are they? I don't mind staying, Tubby. I feel a little nervous. You'll get holding yourself, Lill. We both act our parts well. We'll really strike it rich. Come on. I see the sheriff looking at the window. Oh. Let me help you. All right. Well, here we are, Mrs. Logan. Good morning, sheriff. Howdy, sheriff. Morning. You seem familiar to me somehow, mister. Fact is that... Oh, sheriff, this is a friend of my deceased husband. Let me introduce Mr. Temple. He might buy a ranch near here if he likes the country. Well, I'm right glad to meet the sheriff. Thanks. Same here. Now, as I was saying, I... I knew it, Mrs. Logan. I knew it. I'll bet he's sort of thinking the same thing as that sheriff up at Waco, God. Maybe so. Oh, great day, Mr. Temple. It'd be downright embarrassing for you if you didn't have such a good sense of humor. You reckon I just don't savvy all this, man? Sheriff, it sure strikes me mighty funny. The way people seem to think there's only one fat man down this way. Why would you believe it? I went into the bank in Waco on the way here, and they up and run for the sheriff. They could have some outlaw or other. Tubby, somebody, they said. If I thunder, I was singing a Tubby Morgan tune when I looked at you. It's really ridiculous. It sure is, but it's getting tiresome. I've explained it to folks, and I'm just a plain fat hombre with my cattle, isn't he? Yes. See here. Oh. Yeah, that's sure a big rollie in the backs, Mr. Temple. Too big to be carrying around, I can tell you. Especially with me not carrying a gun. The fact is, I have the darndest time keeping a gun belt from slipping down around my ankles. Ha, ha, ha. I can see what you mean. Yeah, well, yeah. I reckon fitting the description of that outlaw Morgan is sort of embarrassing to a man like you. Of course. Now that you've been introduced by the widow, Logan, and seeing how you'd dress and not having a gun and all, wouldn't be likely that you'd be Tubby. Well, the reason I ask and meet you, Sheriff, is because I don't want any excitement over at the bank this time when I go to put in my cash. I thought you'd come along with Mrs. Logan and me so as I can save time and trouble. Well, I reckon I can go with you. Old man, do it and probably swallow his Adam's apple if you walked in on him cold. He's got a handbill on, Morgan. Now, come on. I'll take you right in the banker to his office. We'll continue our long-range adventure in just a moment. All over the country in every direction how you, how you do it is a question. And here's what's to happen that these people have to say. Oh, we defend an old man right. That's something champions know everywhere, wherever you go. Take Harbust and Sammy Snead, born in Old Virginia. Slammin' Sam has been up on top for years and eaten his Wheaties regularly. And Al Rosen, born in sunny South Carolina, clutch hitter with the Cleveland Indians. There's Al at the plate. Here's a pitch. Another solid sock for a solid champ and say Al Rosen's been eating Wheaties for 23 baseball seasons. That's the way it goes, South, North, East, West, Wheaties. Why, there's a whole kernel of wheat in every Wheaties' plate. All to continue. Following Tubby Morgan's plan, Lill and Tubby went directly to the sheriff and put on such a convincing act that the sheriff agreed to accompany them to the bank to meet Banker DeWitt. The three of them walked across the street and entered the bank, going directly to Banker DeWitt's office. This is DeWitt's office right here. Yes, who's that? It's me, Sheriff Harbust. Good morning, Sheriff. Mr. DeWitt, brought a new client in for you. Friend of Mrs. Logan. This is Mr. Temple. Well, how do you do, Mr. Temple? Say, I... Well, yeah, we know just what you mean. Temple's run into that trouble before because he answers somewhat to the description of Tubby Morgan. Well, Sheriff, I didn't say I thought... If you didn't, Mr. DeWitt, I'd be surprised. You know, someday maybe I'll get a good look at that, I'm right? Maybe you'd be like looking into a mirror, right? Of course you know Mrs. Logan. Oh, yes, yes, of course. Glad to see you back. Hello, Mr. DeWitt. The temple came in to deposit a wad of yellow bank bills. Wad big enough to choke a buffalo almost. Here's the cash he's talking about. They were all still standing as Tubby pulled out a row of bills and placed it on the desk before the banker. Lills did just a little to one side but in front of the sheriff. She watched the door intently. Then, seeing it sneak open, she moved directly in front of the sheriff, exclaiming, Look, at the door. Too messed up for us. Catch yourself. Quick, she's fainted. I got her. I got her. She's right. Look there. Quiet only and reach. We got the cover. And now see her. Too bad that lady fainted in your arms, sheriff. Close the door, Luke. And come here and tie him up with that cord you brought. Sure. I'll take Fatty first. Sit down, fat boy. So I can rope you to the chair. Woman's out cold, so she don't have to be tied. Let's get busy. Not long after, Toto, who had been in town at the cafe, rode hurriedly to the camp where the lone ranger was waiting. Oh, Toto. Oh, Toto. Easy, Toto. Easy. Toto, I can tell something happened by the way you rode in the camp. Outlaws hold a bank in town. Then dip away. Morgan Gang. Then say it not Morgan Gang. Leader Gang, tall, slim. Where was the sheriff? Here inside banker's office. Get tied up. I see. Tell me all you know about it. Briefly, Toto told what had happened and how the outlaws had operated. The sheriff took two friends to meet the banker. They were in the office when it occurred. That's right. Then say sheriff, go there with man and woman. Woman paint when they see mask outlaws. When sheriff, keeper from fallen, outlaws get drop on them. I see. And the man who went in with the sheriff was robbed of a large amount of cash. That's right. Him fella named Temple. Me here and say. Outlaws time all up except woman. Then them leave. Get plenty cash from bank. Let's go see if we can pick up the trail of that gang, Toto. All right, let's hurry. A long ranger and Toto left camp and rode toward town to pick up the trail of the outlaw gang. As they rounded the bend in the trail, they came face to face with the sheriff and the posse. Look, that posse. That's not good. We'll have to stop. We got you covered. They must be a couple of the gang. We not outlaws. Keep your hands up. That mask he's wearing says you're outlaws. They'll take them back to town, men. No way, sheriff. What Toto said is true. We aren't outlaws. If we had been, we would have drawn when we saw you. Maybe and maybe not. With so many of us, you wouldn't have had a chance to get away. That's right. We wouldn't. We want to shoot them down right here. Why bother taking them back? Yeah, we're here to help find that gang. Would a master ombry be willing to... Wait a minute. Didn't I hear you call that Indian Tondo? Your horse Silver? That's right. What kind of bullets do you use, mister? Silver bullets. What's this all about? I've heard of an ombry who wears a mask, rides a white stagion, carries silver bullets, rides with an Indian called Tondo, calls his horse Silver, writes, hunger, mister, you must be the lone ranger. That's right, Sheriff. Why didn't you say so in the first place? I doubt you'd have believed me. Sheriff, I heard about the bank robbery. I've been thinking about something I heard. What's that? The woman. It was convenient for the outlaws when she fainted and fell against you, wasn't it? Sure was. I could have drawn the gun if that hadn't happened. But Mrs. Logan is all right. We all know her. And the man who was robbed, what was he like? It's a funny thing. He came to me first before going to the bank because he said he'd been took for tubby-markering a couple of times before. Didn't want to be embarrassed again. Looked like what tubby's supposed to look like, too. That's interesting. Of course, seeing as how he lost a lot of money himself, he couldn't have been with that gang. He had been one of the gang. He could easily get it back later. Why, sure he could. That's right. I'd like to suggest that we go to that woman's place and get more information about the man. Let's go. Meantime, at the farmhouse, tubby's took ready to mount his saddle horse. He was talking to Lil. I told the boys not to come back here, you know. I'm to meet them at that old shack Slim knew about begging to hollow. You sure put one over on the bank today, tubby? We sure did. Slim will come back tonight with your share of what you did, Lil. If anyone comes asking about me, just say Mr. Temple headed to Austin. He was afraid the outlaws might come back and take more of his cash. I'll get rid of them, don't worry. Goodbye and good luck, tubby. Goodbye. I'll see you again sometime. Get up. Lil came out to meet them. Howdy, Mrs. Logan. We'd like to see Mr. Temple for a moment. Mr. Temple? The poor man decided to go away from this territory before he lost more of his cashed out laws. He was quite upset about that holdup. Who was that man's man? A friend. Where did Temple head to, a man? Austin. Which trail did he take, you know? Oh, yes, he took the west trail. I watched as he turned to the right out there. That would take him to the west trail. Thanks. Let's go, Sheriff. Hold to him! When they reached the main trail, the lone ranger suggested a holdup. What do you think, mister? On the way into the farmhouse, Sheriff, how do I notice fresh deep hoof prints evidently made by a galloping horse? That's right. Cracks come out here to main trail. All right, look. There. Those hoof marks turn to the left toward the foothills, not to the right toward the west trail as Mrs. Logan told us. I got it. That's so. What do you make of that? She lied for some reason. I'm beginning to guess what it is. I think it would be wise to follow those tracks right now. All right, that's what we'll do. Let's go. After riding a short time, the posse finally followed the tracks to a secluded hollow in which, as they topped their eyes, they could see a weather-beaten shack in the background. By the thunder, I bet that gang has holed up down in there. See several horses behind that shack. We'll talk about a ride closer, and go on foot to the back of that shack and drive off their horses, and we'll keep them from leaving as the rest of you move in. Good idea. We'll wait here and watch till we see a drive-off horse. Inside the shack, Tubby was telling the gang about how Willis' plan had worked at the bank. By the thunder, you ought to see the faces on the sheriff and that banker moved in. It was a scream to see Lill flop back in the sheriff's pride. The sheriff was too surprised to know what to do. Tubby, Morgan, have him the sheriff take him right into the bank so he can rock. Oh, that's great. Hey, that's his father and the horses out back. Get your guns. We'll see. Hey, the horses are gone. We better get away from here faster. They're not leaving, Tubby. Inside, quick. All right, get to the windows. Hey, a lot of horses are coming. Sounds like... Must be a posse. Don't be quiet. Keep trooping. In the shack off furiously, the lone ranger and tuffle managed to sneak up on the shack and reach one of the back windows just as Tubby aimed at the sheriff outside through one of the side windows. The lone ranger fired. Through the safe rush, until they were able to rush the front door, then they burst inside. For a few minutes, the battle whacked fast and furious at close quarters. Then, with poor wounded, the outlaws finally threw down their guns in defeat. Well, at last we got the Morgan gang. Don't forget that woman, Sheriff. She's in this too. Hey, leave my sister out of this. Your sister, eh? That explains a lot. We'll pick her up on the way back. We'll not be riding back with you, Sheriff. Our trail goes the other way from here. We're heading north. We'll take him along to help. Goodbye and good luck, mister. Thanks, Sheriff. We're glad we were able to help. Tubby Morgan is more dangerous to the west than most other outlaws, because he played upon the friendliness of the people to gain their trust. Then he robbed or killed them. We'll be leaving now, tonneau. Adios, Sheriff. Adios! He sure helped us find these poor cats in a hurry. Who's he to be shooting over his mouth about me anyway? Looks like an owl who'd himself with that mask on. You might say he fights fire with fire, Tubby Morgan. You coyotes wear masks to do harm, while he wears his to do good and help the law. Patty, that ombre is their own ranger. I'll do it all! A delighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Grace Beamer. Your announcer, Fred Floyd. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.