 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high of silver! The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. 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 the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver! The Lone Ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! Let's go before! I am Silver! Late one afternoon, the Lone Ranger and Toto were traveling at a leisurely pace through the hills in central Texas when suddenly... Rural rain, mister! You too, angel! You're both coming! We'd better follow orders, Toto. Who's it we're going? As the mask man and his Indian friend Rural rain, two men stepped from sheltering trees to the trail. One held a snub-nosed derringer. This gun's not much for size, but it's plenty deadly. So don't try a fast move. Yes, ma'am. Keep your hands away from your guns. What's the idea? We need horses. A couple of crooks stole ours. So you plan to take ours? Yeah. What's more, we're taking you to the sheriff in the nearest town. You're probably wanted for a lot of crimes. No, you're wrong, mister. We're special deputies. Signed by warden Jenkins, a territorial prison to the job of hunting a couple of escaped convicts. At the ground, Alhoot! New two-engine! The Lone Ranger eyed the deputies standing side-by-side on the trail. His voice was sharp, as he called. Take them, Silver! As the mighty stallion charged, the startled men fell back to escape being struck by silver-shot hooves. Taking advantage of their confusion, the Lone Ranger drew and fired. A silver bullet smashed the small gun in the hands of the red-headed deputy. All right, Silver, that's enough, boy. Tuttle chuckled at the look of wide-eyed dismay on the deputies' faces. The Lone Ranger turned tables on you. What? The Lone Ranger? You mean this masked man? He's the Lone Ranger? That's right. Turned to Rachel. I didn't know that. Who are you? Joe Cannell. This is Mort Randolph. You said a couple of escaped convicts stole your horses. Cyrapsin and Cork McCoo were broke out of prison. While we were out looking for them, they took us by surprise. Stole our horses, guns, and cash. So those two are free again. Warden Jenkins will be downright mad when he hears how they outsmarted us. You're, uh, within walking distance of town. Yeah, but we can't go... I suggest you go there and send a report to Warden Jenkins. Tell him, Tuttle and I have taken up the search for Cyrapsin and his pal. Let's go, Tuttle. Are you ready? Come on, sir! Come on, scoundrel! The thing tracks the masked man and Tuttle followed lead south. As darkness fell, they drew rain. Oh, sir, cool. Easy scout. Easy scout. Easy scout. While we wait for the moon to rise, Tuttle, we'll have a light meal. Isn't that good idea? Country around here is so dry it's difficult to follow a trail. Ah... Texas have bad drought. Yes, I hope it ends soon. Uh, Kimisabi. Yes? You think crooks head for border? Well, they were captured not far from the town of Jacksonburg. That's right. I think the loot from the well's far-go robbery is hidden near there. So they'll probably go back to get it. If we have any trouble picking up their trail again, we'll ride directly to Jacksonburg to Warden Sheriff Lewis. A few days later, Tuttle entered Sheriff Dan Lewis' office in the town of Jacksonburg. Well, Tuttle, how are you? Uh, me fine, Sheriff. And your masked friend? Well, him asked me to tell you about Psy Rapson and Quark McCool. The rats who went to territorial prison three years ago for robinowell's far-go stage? That's right. They were captured without the loot from that robbery, if I remember right. No one ever find loot from hold-up, Sheriff. In that case, the well's far-go reward for its recovery has never been claimed. A lone ranger wants you to know, Psy Rapson, Quark McCool, break out of prison. What? Four-day gold. Jumpin' grasshoppers. And masked friend think maybe crooks come back here. To Jacksonburg? For what? To get loot from robbery. Hey, Sheriff! Someone at door. Sounds like young Billy Murray. Come on in, Bill. The door's unlocked. Oh, hi, Sheriff. Come inside, Bill. When I saw the door closed, I thought you might be talkin' about some private business, Sheriff. Nothing in this office is private from the son of an ex-Sheriff. Tonto, meet Billy Murray. Billy, this is Tonto. Uh, how, Bill? Howdy, Tonto. Billy's dad, Hank Murray, was Sheriff of Jacksonburg before me, Tonto. Oh, me new Sheriff Murray. Oh, you did? That's right, Bill. Him, him fine lawman. Too fine to dive an outlaw's bullet. Someday I'm gonna be Sheriff of Jacksonburg, too. Well, your mom might have different ideas about that. I'll convince her yet, Sheriff. Will you see what I got for my birthday? A sick shooter. It's dad's gun. I'd like to capture a couple of crooks and collect the rewards. Now, Billy, if you find any crooks, report them to me. I'll see that you get the reward for those you help turn in. Oh, it's a deal, Sheriff. So long, Tonto. Howdy, old Spill. I hope you have a mighty happy birthday. Well, thanks. Good-bye. Good-bye. No, waitil is my, here's Billy wants to turn body hunter. Lone Ranger, new boy's father. Now, Hank was a fine lawman. One of the best the West ever had. Am I right? His wife's had a hard time getting a livin' out of that run-down spreader there since he died. Oh, what wrong with ranch? Nothing money wouldn't cure. Bad. Yeah. Well, Sheriff, me go buy supplies we need, then ride back to camp. Tell you a mask, friend. I'd like to see him before he leaves this part of the country. Well, me tell him. And I'll be on the lookout for Psy Rapson in his path. Meanwhile, the fugitives, the Lone Ranger and Tonto were looking for, were riding toward Jacksonburg astride stolen horses. As they slowed the animals for a brief rest, Psy Rapson observed. Oh, easy, easy. It's a good thing we've traveled through hills along back trails no one is likely to know about. We've done a good job of throwing off any posse that might be after this. All right, now I'm worried about what's ahead of us. We can't ride through town to reach Big Indian River. And we'll have to go around town. I hope we pass a couple of water holes or springs along the way. Ones we've passed so far have been dry. It must be a long time since it rained in this part of the country. Looks like a real drought. The sooner we get the loot we left at the river and head for the border, the better I like it. I've done a lot of thinking about that loot. Well, so have I. I'm going to live mighty high on it from now on. I wonder if there's a chance it drifted downstream. After we threw it in the river? Yeah. Couldn't have drifted. It was at least $50,000 worth of gold, paper money and silver in that canvas sack. That sack was heavy. So heavy it took both of us to drop it in the river. I remember that. With all that weight, it'll be right where we left it. All we got to do is locate the flat top rock on the river bank. That sack will be almost directly under it. I hope you're right. Get up there. Come on. Get up there. Get up. When Tothole rejoined the Lone Ranger in the hills east of town, he reported his conversation with Sheriff Dan Lewis. A sheriff say him keep close watch for Syrabson and Court McCool. Good. While me in office, a boy named Billy Murray stopped to see Sheriff. Billy Murray? Ah. Him son, a sheriff, Hank Murray. Oh, I remember Hank Murray. He was a good friend. Ah. How old is his son? About 16. Him tell Sheriff him have birthday today. I'd like to see the boy. Sheriff Lewis say boy and mother have hard time getting along since Hank Murray killed. I'll saddle Silver and we'll start for the Murray Ranch to see them. That's good. On his way home from town, Billy Murray rode along the banks of Big Indian River. Because of the prolonged drought, the level of the river had fallen extremely low. Billy was not far from the ranch when his horse stopped to drink at the water's edge. While he waited for the animal to drink his fill, Billy studied the water and the exposed ground that had always been covered by the river. Billy noticed the canvas sack partially embedded in the river bank, slightly above the water's edge, near a huge flat top rock. Golly, I never noticed that before. The boy dismounted to investigate. The waterproof canvas sack was securely fastened, but by using a pocket knife, Billy was able to cut an opening near the top. He reached inside. Golly! A moment later, he stared in wide-eyed wonder at a handful of gold and silver coins. Hardly able to believe his good fortune, young Billy Murray excitedly tried to move the heavy sack, but it was no use. It's too heavy. I'll have to get Mom to help me. Putting as much gold and silver into his pockets as he could, Billy took one last look at his newly discovered treasure, then ran to his waiting horse. Get up! Get up there! Meanwhile, the lone ranger and torto drew rain in the yard in front of the rundown, dilapidated Murray Ranch house. As they dismounted, Helen Murray came from the house. At the sight of the lone ranger's mask, she half-stifled a scream. Please don't be alarmed, Mrs. Murray. We're not here to harm you. That mask you must... Your husband was a good friend of ours. When he introduced us to you, he assured you I wasn't an outlaw. You... you knew Haines? Oh, yes. We knew him very well. Oh, uh, do you remember meeting my Indian friend, Tonto? Tonto? And a mask man? Of course I remember now. I'm sorry I didn't recognize you when you drew rain, but it's been so long. Yes, it was several years ago. I'm so glad to see you. Well, uh, Mrs. Murray, Tonto and I would like a chance to help you and your son. Thank you, Mr. But... Ma'am! Hey, Ma'am! It's Billy, my son. Don't me meet him in town. Billy! We have company! Oh, hold it! Hold that! Hold it! Oh, Bill. Oh, Tonto! Well, golly, what are you... Hey, a mask man. The mask man and Tonto were friends, Billy. Very good friends of your dad's. I met Tonto at Sheriff Lewis' office, but... The mask man's the lone ranger. The lone ranger? That's right. Oh, golly! How are you, Billy? Oh, I'm fine, Mr. Hey, gosh, Mama, I came home in a hurry to tell you what happened. Is something wrong? Oh, no, nothing's wrong. I found a sack full of treasure, Mama. Treasure? That's right. It's right on the riverbank. Reckonon hasn't been found before this because the river kept it covered. What are you digging in your pockets for? These. Hey, look, Mom. Money! Oh, silver coins. There's lots more of them in the sack, Mom. Lots of gold and silver. Billy, you... You say you've found this? That's right, Mom. Just think what it means. We'll be able to fix up the ranch. We can buy the new stock we need, hire a couple of hands. Just a minute, son. Oh, we gotta go back and get the rest of it. I'll hitch your horse and mine to the wagon and take it to the river. We gotta get the rest of the gold and silver before someone else goes in. But, Billy... There's no time to waste, Mom. We'll lose the treasure if someone else goes there ahead of us. You found this sack on the riverbank, Billy? Oh, yes, sir. It's plenty heavy, too. It'll take a long time to load the wagon. I'll have to move a little at a time. Tonto and I would like to see your treasure, Billy. We'll ride to the river with you. Oh, that'll be great. I'll get the wagon out of the barn. Let me help you, Bill. Come on, Tonto. We gotta hurry. I just don't understand it. There's $50 here. And a lot more on the riverbank if your son is right. It's unbelievable. Well, uh... Several years ago, Mrs. Murray, a Wells Fargo stage was robbed not far from here. I remember. I think this money, Billy found, belongs to Wells Fargo. Oh. But there's a $5,000 reward for its recovery. $5,000? Yes. Hold it, hold it, hold it. The wagon's all set, Mom. Come on, get in. All right, son. You'll come with us, Mr. Of course. Come on, Mom, I'll handle Reigns. All right. I'm ready, Billy. Easy, steady, big fella. All set, Tonto? Huh? Me plenty anxious to see treasure. Oh, my. Well then, let's go. Get up, get up there. Come on. Come on. A short time later, Billy halted the light wagon at the river's edge. Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it. The lone ranger and Tonto also drew Reigns. Hold it, hold it, easy, steady, big fella. The masked man and Tonto dismounted quickly, but Billy reached the water's edge ahead of them. There it is. Just like I left it. Is it the Wells Fargo money, mister? If it is, the name Wells Fargo will be stamped on the sack and waterproof ink. Me help turn the sack. What'd you say about Wells Fargo? Billy, the masked man thinks the money was stolen from Wells Fargo. What does that mean? We have to give it back to him? Yes, dear. Oh, no, Mom. We couldn't keep stolen money, son. Yeah, but I found it. That doesn't make it ours. Here's the Wells Fargo marking. Mm. Blurred little by water, but letters still plain. Oh, dog garnet. The masked man says there's a reward for finding the money, Billy. That's right, Billy. When this money is turned over to the sheriff, you'll have earned yourself $5,000. $5,000? I'll put the sack into the wagon. Me help lift it, give me some. I've got a ton of. Gosh, Mom, $5,000 is an awful lot of money. Indeed it is. There'll go a long way toward fixing up the ranch. There, the sack's in the wagon, Billy. I'll take the wagon to town, Mrs. You'd better go with him, Tonneau. I'll go with him, Mr. If you ride in the wagon, Mrs. Murray, the tonne will travel alongside. Well, keep a sharp lookout for trouble, Tonneau. Uh-uh. Me, Savi. What do you mean, trouble? The men who stole this money escaped from prison. Oh, cool. Hey, Miss Savi, two riders head this way. It may be, Sai raps and his friend. Who? A couple of crooks. I hope you'll not meet Billy. You better start for town. Right. Stay with him, Tonneau. Get him up sco. Get up, get up! As Billy, his mother and Tonneau, rode away from the river's edge, the Lone Ranger turned to meet the two horsemen hurrying toward him. The sky was darkening and thunder cracked ominously, as the mask man recognized Sai Rapson and Cork McCool. He reached for his colts as they drew rain. You two are covered. Sai, it's a mask man. Mask man, nothing. He's a Lone Ranger. We're done for. Not yet. As Sai jumped from the saddle, he snatched his gun from its holster. He went down with a bullet in the shoulder. The Lone Ranger's second bullet smashed Cork's gun. You were foolish to try that job. This Mount Cork... Yeah, all right. I'm hit by a shoulder. Sai rapson lay on the ground, writhing with pain. Having dropped his gun when the Lone Ranger's bullet struck his right shoulder, he looked around for the weapon. It was inches from his left hand. Taking a desperate chance, he grabbed it and fired. As the shot ripped the mask man's sleeve, the Lone Ranger's colt roared. Smashing Sai's gun beyond repair. But the momentary diversion gave Cork a chance to jump the mask man. Closing it from the side, the quick-witted killer clamped his arm around the Lone Ranger's neck in an effort to choke him. Kill him, Cork! Have his gun! Stand still till I can get it! Half blind with pain from his wounded shoulder, Sai tried vainly to take the Lone Ranger's gun. While the mask man fought to free himself of Cork's vice-like grip, the Lone Ranger reached over his shoulder behind his back. Come here, you! He caught the back of Cork's neck and lifted the surprised killer over his shoulders, somersaulting through the air. Hey! Before he knew how it happened, Cork hit the ground with jarring force at the Lone Ranger's feet. Now then, Sai... The Lone Ranger had moved too fast for Sai Rapson. He faced the wounded killer with a drawn colt. If you want more trouble... No, no, we've had enough! And I'll tie you. Manage your wounds, take you both into the Sheriff's office. A heavy rain was falling steadily and the streets were deserted. When the Lone Ranger, with his prisoners, reached Sheriff Dan Lewis' office in Jacksonburg. Forcing Sai and Cork to walk ahead of him, the masked man followed them into the Lone Ranger's office. Inside, full of you. Hey, hey, in the morn, she's the masked man. Him capture Sai Rapson and Cork McCool. How are you, Sheriff? Go on, glad to see you, mister. I never figured this storm would blow you and two prisoners in. I captured them on the bank of Big Indian River. I'll have a cell that'll accommodate the two of them till they're ready for the trip back to prison. Come on, both of you. Now cut the ropes you're wearing when you're behind bars. Remember your covers. Don't fly fast. All right, all right. Gosh, this has been a birthday I'll never forget. Many happy returns of the day, Billy. Billy and I are going to celebrate tonight, mister. We're going to have a really good dinner with our birthday cake, especially for the occasion. Good. I'd be so happy if you and Tondo would join us. Well, we'll do that, Mrs. Murray. But we'll return to camp first for dry clothing. We'll expect you at the ranch house later. And we'll be there. Come on, Tondo. You ready, Mr. Murray? You see a letter, Bill? You bet, Tondo. Well, both of those rats are behind bars and... Hey, where's Tondo? Where's the masked man? They'll be at our house later tonight for supper, Sheriff. Say, how about joining us? I'm having a birthday cake, Sheriff. Birthday cake or no birthday cake, Billy. I'll jump at the chance any time I can have a meal with a lone ranger. Bye, old.