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Cause champions are made not born. Yes, sir. Get on your way. Get on your way. Get on your way with wheaties. Breakfast of champions. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mask 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 a thundering hoofbeats of the great horse, Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Come on, Silver. Let's go, big fella. Come on, Silver. This was a large cotton plantation owned and operated by Sam Jeffers, a man of questionable character and background who had acquired his land by cheating, stealing, and at times, open violence. One day, as Jeffers sat at his desk in the plantation house, two of his men entered. Well, I've listed a few more woman workers, boss. Ha, ha, ha. Don't say I'm seem mighty anxious to be cotton pickers. He's in your Jeffers, which are so nubby enough for them. Don't you think it's about time you told us what the deal is, Sam? What about the ship you're waiting for? Where is it going to take the armories we're holding? Sit down, I'll tell you. Well, listen, then. I sailed as mate on a slave a few years ago. We put in at Safi, a port of French Morocco. I met a Frenchman named Cabot, who'd been an army officer, but got thrown out for making cash on the side in the slave trade. What? Dealing in slaves became a crime, and it wasn't possible to get any more out of Africa. Cabot got hold of a ship. Then he had a bright idea. Well? He visited Mexico once and decided it would be easy to grab a lot of the poverty-stricken peyons, sneak them into Morocco, and sell them as slaves to the Arabs. Warren recruits them and Monomoros and sneaks them across the border. See, then, you're, they listen to my promise of many silver dollars and borrow me like she. It's a mighty risky business. Especially with American naval ships patrolling the Gulf. Cabot was used to slipping through blockades. I'm sure he can stay clear of the Navy. Don't worry. Everything will go all right, just so you men do your part. That afternoon, one who had gone into Bronxville left the general's store and walked toward his horse after hitch-racking. Say, you're late. Say, you're, I'm so glad to see you. You're glad to see me, eh? Well, he's good, but I do not know you, Senorita. I am Maria Samarino from Monomoros across the river. Two weeks ago, you talked to my brother Carlos in front of our house. I saw you, Senorita. You have mistaken me for someone else, Senorita. I have not been to Monomoros for a month. Nor do I know your brother Carlos. That is not the truth, Senor. You are the one I remember. Also, a neighbor and friend of Carlos went with you that time to kick the cartons. Where are they now? You must tell me. You are upset, Senorita. People are watching. I do not know what you're talking about. You do know, you do, Senor. You are the one my brother went away with. I have not attained the weight with you. Get out of my way. You're not a tough woman. And you do not interfere, Indians. Get away. Take this. Stop. You knocked me down, eh? Now I kill you. Are you not raw? Man of life, but it's quick draw. Yeah, that Indian's face. Once to the moment, clearing angrily a tato. The determined look on the Indian's face and the firmly held guns caused the Mexican to back down. Well, you know, I have not time to continue this trip, we're all Indians, but some time we will meet again. Underly. Underly. Good for you, Indian. Yeah, you made him back down to that. For him, what a mean fellow. Gratious, gratious, Senor Indian. You are so very brave. It's not good him treat woman mean. He is an evil one. He lied to me about my brother and his friends. Me not, Sammy. Marietta told Tato her story. She finished by exclaiming. I am sure he is the hombre who took my brother and our neighbor away to pick the garden. I am most positive, Senor Indian. I am much worried about Carlos. He's promised to meet me at the OZELs. Three times I have been there, but my brother did not meet me. Now that hombre says he does not know Carlos. That's not good. Maybe if me follow father, we find out where and take your brother. Senor Indian, if you would do that for me, I... Huh? Me do it. I will wait at the hotel in the lobby until you come back. I am so anxious about Carlos. And me be back soon. Me go now, trail fella. Tato, moved by the woman's tears, went to the hitch rack, determined to get news of her brother. He's got easy fella. Get him up, Tato. One left a clear trail so that Tato had no trouble following him to the plantation. As the Indian turned in toward the house, oh, come, oh, fella, what are you doing here? Well, me come, look for Mexican flowers. Going into the house whenever the shot. I was warring the snooping in there. Wait, Senor Ray, this is the Indian who knocked me down in Brownfield. He's come here looking for more trouble, no? No, me not hunt trouble. Women say you take brother to pick cotton. Me come find out about brother. Oh, that is it, eh? You have come snooping, get your hands raised, Indian. We shall take you to Senor Jeffers. Then you will talk to Carlos and work with him. Take his gun, Ray, I shall keep him covered. All right. Good. Now we shall go to see Senor Jeffers. Right ahead of us, Indian. Get him up, Tato. Underly, get him up. Waited at his camp in the nearby hills for Tato to return from town. When the sun began to set, he disguised his features. Then, without his mask, he started for town to find his Indian friend. Easy, silly big fella. Motele! Later, in front of the hotel, he inquired about Tato and learned of the scuffle with one. As he turned to go to the hit track, Marietta, who was on the hotel porch and had heard his inquiry, called to him. Senor, Senor, look, see you. What is it, Senorita? Marietta introduced herself. Then she briefly told the lone ranger about her brother and his friend going away with one to get work in the cotton fields. She related how she had recognized one and asked about Carlos and how Tato had come to her aid and trailed one. She was emphatic as she exclaimed. He lied when he said he knew nothing about my brother. Oh, you must find them, Senor. You must. They left by the north train. You wait at the hotel, Marietta, and don't worry. I'll find them somehow. Easy, silly big fella. Adios! Adios! Motele! Can you all her 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. Shaped like little letter-os and those-os stand for oats. The good-grain Cheerios is made from. Every delicious spoonful of Cheerios and milk is real muscle-building food. Each spoonful contains vitamins, minerals, and proteins your body needs. Yes, those good things in a Cheerios breakfast do good things for your body. Help you have healthy nerves, good red blood, strong bones, and muscles. You can see the Cheerios is made to give you real go-power. So make sure you have a Cheerios breakfast every day. Then you'll hear people saying... The lone ranger left town on the north trail. He found that many others had used the trail during the afternoon so that Tato's tracks were covered. Many farms bordering on the north trail raised cotton and he had no way of knowing to which place Tato may have followed the Mexican Marietta had mentioned. Darkness fell and the lone ranger decided to return to camp in hopes that Tato may have gone there. Come to me! While a messenger arrived at Jeffers' house with the information that the slave ship had dropped anchor, Jeffers hurriedly gave orders to Juan and Ray. We have to work fast. The whole deal must be accomplished tonight so the ship will be able to sail adorn. He's in your Jeffers. It is not very far to the shore where the sailors will be waiting with boats. Load the peyons and at the end of the wagon and start as soon as possible. I'll ride ahead to tell Cabold they're on the way. We'll get them there, don't worry. The rest of the men will go on horseback to guard them. Come on Juan, we've got plenty work to do. Within an hour, the enslaved men were loaded onto the wagons. Tato, his feet shackled with chains so that he could take only short steps within the last wagon. Meanwhile, when the lone ranger found out Tato hadn't returned to camp, he again rode into town to talk to Marietta who persuaded the lone ranger to let her help in the search along the North Trail. The moon was clear and bright by the time the lone ranger and Marietta reached the entrance to Jeffers' house. Oh, oh, oh, oh, why do you stop here? There are no lights in that house back there. Yes, so I know this. The wheel marks as several wagons come from there turn north here on the trail. Those marks weren't here when I came this way earlier. Come on Tato. Yes. About half a mile beyond Jeffers' place, the wagons had turned southward on a cross trail heading for the coast. When the lone ranger and Marietta reached the cross trail, they turned to follow the wagons, then stopped. Oh, oh, oh, why do we stop here? You said a big fella. I saw something. The lone ranger walked several yards down the cross trail, then reached down and picked up the object which had caught his eye. Tato had beat his headband. Say, no, you've found something, no? I found this. An Indian friend, Tato, must be with those wagons. He managed somehow to drop this unnoticed. He must have known I tried to find him. Now what do we do? We follow the wagons, and he said, hey, fella, what's the matter? I'm going. It was a short trip to the shore, and when the wagons arrived, Jeffers was waiting with Cabot near some rowboats drawn up on the sand. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Well, why have you made good time getting here? This is Mr. Cabot, the man I told you about. Well, it's the other way. We ran into a bad storm. We have lost all but three small lightboats, and they will take only a few minutes of time to the ship, Jeffers. We'll have to wait some distance so you must walk quickly. Even then, it will take most of the night to load them. We'll have them all aboard by dawn, Cabot. I shall go back in the first boat and see that the prisoners are stored away properly in the hold we have prepared for them. I send the rest of the crew to help your mania. Good, good. You come aboard with the last load, Mr. Jeffers. Then I shall pay you the cash. A short time later, the lone ranger and Marietta reached a low bluff overlooking the gulf. He saw the activity on the beach and realized what was taking place. I will have to act fast. All right, a message. You take it to the telegraph office in Brownville. Have him telegraph it to the captain of a naval vessel that sank it at Corpus Christi. Also, I'll give you a message to the sheriff in Brownville. Now, here's the money to pay for the telegram. But what are you going to do, senor? I'm going aboard that ship and do what I can to stop it from sailing until help arrives. After the lone ranger hurriedly wrote the notes. Marietta left for Brownville. Then, hidden by a ridge, the lone ranger rode down along the shoreline to a point that jutted out into the bay. Oh, he seems to be out to swim for it. Leading Silver into a thick grove of trees nearby. The lone ranger made his way to the low rocky cliff on the point. Then, removing his heavy boots and wrapping his guns in oiled silk he had taken from his saddlebags, he gauged the distance, then dived into the water. The lone ranger approached the ship. He saw men unloading boats on the shore side. So he swam to the opposite side, but he noticed a rope hanging over the rail. He grasped the rope, then pulled himself up hand over hand. He pulled himself over the rail. Quickly, he unwrapped his guns and found them dry. Then, still disguised, he moved along in the shadows toward the prowl of the ship. The ship's captain stood alone on the forward deck, watching the boats unload alongside. Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him. He turned to face a figure in wet clothes. What is this? Shut up! That's the uniform he's coming in handy. Quickly, the lone ranger dragged the unconscious captain into the shadows and tied and gacked him. Then, the lone ranger hurriedly dressed in the uniform and put on the skipper's cap of a locate totter. Now disguised as the captain, the lone ranger walked openly onto the forward deck. On that vantage point, he saw Jeffers men taking the prisoners down a ladder into a hold of midships. He waited until the men left for another boat load. Then, he quickly went to the open hatch above the hold and looked down. A lighted ladder hung from the ceiling. The lone ranger saw that the leg chains had been attached to iron rings below so that the men couldn't escape and were left unguarded for the time being. His keen eyes know his keys hanging nearby. He took them and went down the ladder and unlocked the iron to the held totter. Men come again, keep coming. I'll put the key back for now. You pretend to be in chains. Better use the key to release the others. The lone ranger quickly went up the ladder and replaced the keys on the nail. Just as one and two others brought more prisoners. The shadows on deck hid the lone ranger's face as one stopped a moment and spoke. Yeah, so there they were a couple times. The displacement Mr. Cajun watches here in his car. Good. Get down there, you men. Get going, now! And watched as the boats made their trips back and forth from shore. Finally, as the last boat left the beach, he heard a distant commotion. The load riders on the beach, the lords will be in for two ladies. The officers kept going to the captain. They kept orders to sail. The lone ranger waited until the man passed his hiding place. Then, making sure he wasn't seen, he followed. A few moments later, the land stopped before Cabo's cabin. I'll talk to Cabo for you. The lone ranger quickly pulled the man out of sight. Then he returned and knocked on the... I heard the commotion on the shore. Did you get all the... Sackpribler, you are not the captain. That's right. I found out your head man around here, Cabo. These guns say this ship doesn't sail for a while. Do not turn around, amigo. My gun is at your back. I came to tell Cabo and heard you speaking here. Stop the guns. Stop them quick. I shall kick them away. And now they are turned around so that I can see your face. Right. As the lone ranger turned, he suddenly dropped one hand, grasping one's gun risk. Stop! For the other, he struck a hard blow to the Mexican's chin. Settles him for the moment. Now, Mr. Cabo. As the lone ranger turned towards Cabo, the Frenchman drew his sword. Sunday, Monsieur, I shall run you through with my sword. Sword, an arm. The lone ranger glanced down as the gun won a drop. Then his eyes glimpsed a pair of crossed swords on the wall just inside the door. He suddenly sprang back and took one. All right, Cabo. Come on. You crude Americans do not know the use of this sword. I'm expert, Monsieur. As the lone ranger crossed swords with Cabo, he realized he was fighting for his life against a well-trained adversary. But he too had been trained to the use of a blade and he pressed forward, hoping to gain the advantage. At first, Cabo parried thrust after thrust. You do well. Not well enough. Once he seemed well-matched, then gradually by the swiftness and dexterity of his blows and by the continual use of a brilliant thrust and parry, the lone ranger forced his amazed and perspiring foe back across the room as he pressed against the far wall to seed and steal with which the lone ranger handle the sword with too much force, Cabo. And a moment later, the Frenchman's weapon went flying from his wrath. Wait! Wait! That would be true, Monsieur. The naval ship. That's what I've been waiting for. They'll take care of you, Cabo. Now, face the wall. The lone ranger quickly picked up his guns and holed with them. He set the sword aside and, keeping his eye on Cabo, he took Tahoe's guns from the unconscious Mexican one. All right, Cabo, turn around. We're going on deck now and I'll be right behind you. This time I have guns. Go on, up on deck. In the hole, Tahoe had managed to free all the peyons. As some of the slavers rushed down to open a side hatch, for the purpose of shoving them still shackled into the sea, the prisoners now freed to fight them and put their weapons. Gepers won and their men had rushed for the small boats and started away from the ship. But they were soon captured by sailors from the naval vessel. Soon the naval vessel moved alongside the ship and put full charge. Those troops who had managed to reach shore were picked up by the sheriff and his posse. The lone ranger once again wearing his mask watched with the naval officer and Tahoe as Marietta and her brother Carlos then braced. Marietta's brother and the others were testify against Jeffers, Cabo and their men. You did a fine job, my friend. Good thing you arrived when you did, Commander. They might have succeeded in spite of us. Commander, my brother and I, we thank you so much. But we owe much thanks, too, to a man on a white horse who discovered what was being done. I'm glad your brother is safe. Adios, Commander. We'll see you again. Easy to get a big brother. Let's go, Tahoe. Same hombre. I know his voice. But why is he mask, Commander? Who is he? He's a man all America is proud of, Senior Agent. A true American who always fights for the rights of others. He's known as the lone ranger. Colonel Campbell, you're incorporated. The part of the lone ranger is played by Brace Beamer, your announcer, Fred Boyd. Brought to you by Special Recording Mondays through Fridays at this same time.