 and a fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty Hio Silver, the low ranger. For this faithful Indian companion total, the daring and resourceful mask rider of the planes 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. Come out of the past from the thundering hootbeats of the Great War Silver. The Low Ranger rides again. The Low Ranger had saved the life and property of Mexican born rancher Juan Mendoza. Despite the masked man's protest, the Grateful Mendoza presented a token of gratitude. It is not gold because I know you would not accept it. It is this, amigo, a jug of the most wonderful sauce in all the world. It is called Deserty Devil, a rare sauce for only a brave and strong man like yourself, señor. Thank you, please. Gracias, amigo. Away from the ranch house, the Low Ranger and Toto stopped. Toto, curious, tasted a drop of the red sauce called Desert of the Devil and replaced the container in the Low Ranger's saddlebag. Suddenly, the liquid took effect. There you are, Toto. Drink this water quickly. Toto placed the canteen of water to his mouth and drank deep of the contents. But when he stopped, his expressions of pain were even greater. Toto, if that devil's dessert can make you act like that, it's surely the hottest in the world. Hotter! Hotter than volcano! The water hasn't relieved the burning inside. No, water makes fire worse. I think it burned Rupert Mouth, burned inside the way, too. Hours passed before the effects of the Mexican sauce wore off. The searing quality of the ingredients impressed Toto as few things ever had. As he and the Low Ranger rode northward, the Indian confessed, Kimosabi, sauce worse than bullets and arrows. For a while, me think maybe me die. Well, you survived it all, right? Good thing you didn't take a spoonful. You're all right now. Kimosabi, the mouth only caught a sound now. Good. Then let's move a little faster. For the devil's dessert in his saddlebag, the masked man sent his horse into a gallop. Come on, Zilly! Get him up the sound. At that moment, some miles to the north, a great gathering of Indians had assembled in the lush valley surrounded by the great rock mountains. Chiefs and braves for many tribes were present and they sat solemnly before the great teepee which enclosed the greatest chief of them all, Blue Beaver. Near the top of one hill overlooking the encampment in the valley, two men looked down on the scene. One of them was an Indian, Joe Tintik. Joe had been educated in a white man's school and spoke the language well. But his later education had been the wrong kind. And now the cunning red man talked with his quick-of-white friend, Roy Lyman. Lyman was angry. Hey, look at them. Not one of them moving around. Not even a sound. How long is this going to go on? It will go on until the great chief Blue Beaver dies or is cured. The medicine man is working over him now. It is what your white doctors would call a crisis. This is a fine idea, Joe. Joe, I've been depending on you to make these tribesmen yours rise up and attack that settlement of Morganville. You're not telling me news, Lyman. I want them to do it too. After all, I'd become your partner when you get rid of them and take over the settlement. Don't I? Sure you do. I want to see Captain Morgan and those settlers he brought there run out of his territory. Hey, look. Suppose Chief Blue Beaver dies. Is that bad for us? No. No, Lyman. That's the best thing that could happen. My tribe believes that when a chief dies, his enemies should go with him to the happy hunting ground. To be at his mercy. So they ride out and kill his enemies. What if Blue Beaver lives? It's still good for us, Lyman. Why? Because then there will be great feasting and games. Then they will seek to capture their enemies and humiliate them before all the chiefs. A big celebration, huh? Yes, for days. Speed and skill. They wrestle. And they make their enemies prisoners. That's the big thing. They'll capture the Morganville bunch, huh? Capture them. Keep them alive for a few days. And then there's a climax killer. You see why it's good for you? No matter what happens to Blue Beaver? Yeah. Yeah, I do. I wish it had happened soon one way or another. I'm getting sick of waiting. Late that day, the medicine man emerged from the teepee where he had been treating Blue Beaver. He made the announcement the chiefs had waited to hear. Oh, for many. Only two. Attacker. I come up. When he had finished a single yell, split the air. Fire! Then throughout the camp, the others joined in a blood-curdling cry of thanksgiving. In the underbrush where they had come now, Joe Tintake turned to Roy Lyman. You hear that, Lyman? You know what that means, don't you? Well, I didn't savvy what that medicine albray said, but it seems to me like the old chief's going to get better. Is that right? Yes. He's well once more. And so to celebrate to the gods, the festival starts tonight. So soon, eh? Yes. Flaws and children are starting to get the food together for the first night's feeding. Look, you see, the braves are hurrying to where they have their horses. Does that mean? Yes, Lyman. That means they're going to take enemy captives. Fire! A short time later, in war, paint and feathers, a great band of Indians rode out of the valley and headed for the settlement of Morganville. Cap Morgan, elderly scouting guide who had led the small band of settlers into the town that now bore his name, was the first one to see the Indians riding down from the hills that evening. Man, get your guns! It's Indians! They're coming! The Redskins are coming! Fire! The settlers put up a gallant but useless fight. The Indians, outnumbering them ten to one, used guns and arrows with devastating effect and forced the survivors to surrender. Within an hour, the settlers, leaving their dead behind them, were marched back toward the hills prisoners of the Indians. Cap Morgan, a captive like the rest, pudged along at the end of a column, muttering about the arrogant savages who hurt at the men, women and children along the path, now enveloped by the gray of evening. I know what they're up to. If they get away with this, it'll mean death to everyone here. I've got to find some way to make a break for it and get to Fort Skylar. I've got to pull out of Watson. The captives and captors were moving along a high embankment above a deep stream when old Cap Morgan made his break for freedom. Here I go. Wish me luck. Hey! Cap Morgan's aging legs found youth again. He reached the edge of the cliff as the first shots were fired. One of them caught him in the shoulder as he dived downward into the darkness below. Joe Tintik led the Indians to the edge of the cliff, and once more he spoke in English before addressing his tribesmen in native tongue. It was Morgan. I saw him. And I know my shot got him. He's dead after all these years. It was Joe Tintik who killed him. The founder of Morgan'sville. And let me get... About an hour later, the lone ranger and tato riding along the banks of a valley stream prepared to water their horses before seeking camp for the night. It was then that they heard a moan and saw the man crawling along the ground near the water. Hello. The man over there and he's hurt. Come along, we're going to help him. The lone ranger and tato found the wounded cap Morgan on the bank of the stream where he had plunged after his escape from the Indians. Under the light of the candle which tato held, the lone ranger treated Morgan's shoulder wound, which was not a serious one. Meanwhile, the elderly scouts told of the raid and reached a conclusion. And I know where the Redskins are taking them. I heard them talking and I could understand them. Oh, where are they heading? To the valley north of here in the Great Rock Mountains. I know who you are. And I know you've got an idea where the place is. Yes, I have. You heard them say they took their people's prisoners to take part in a celebration for Blue Beaver's recovery. That's right. That means they'll humiliate the settlers in every way possible. And then by killing some or all of them. Yeah, those Redskins don't move a finger or lift their grunting forces for days while the old chief's sick. But once he gets better, they make up for it by doing everything. Including murder. I know Blue Beaver. I believe he has faith in me. I'll try to get to him and see if it's possible to say the lies of your friends. Well, that's something I couldn't do. Those Redskins don't like me, especially Joe Tintit. He's dangerous. That kind of man always is. Still, I'll try to break through the Indians and attempt to speak to the chief. Oh, Cap. Yes? There's an army out close to the west of here. Only a few miles to the west. But all they have there are a couple of lookouts. They also have a telegraph instrument that connects with Port Styler. Uh, that shoulder of yours isn't too painful, is it? No, no. Thanks for the way you fixed it. Look here. You want me to go to that outpost and tell them to send for troops from the fort? If you will. Please have them tell Captain Pannon that I'll try to prevent any further bloodshed. Sure. Well, the Indians sure need shooting up, but it's better to handle things a peaceful way. Better for everyone in the west. Now, ask Pannon not to sweep down on the camp shooting until he's sure of the situation. Meanwhile, Toddler and I are going to try to enter the camp from the east slope. The low ranger and Toddler let their horses down the east slope above the Indian encampment until they were in a spot not too far removed from the scene of the great celebration. The masked man stared down on the scene, made vivid by the great bonfire in the center of a great ring of men and women. Toddler, there's Chief Bluebeaver sitting on the other side of the fire. Ah, you see. The Indians who sit with them, all chiefs of crime. Yes, I recognize them. The leaders of the Indian nation are all present. I'm not starting to hurt white men yet. No, they're getting ready to feast now. The mediation of the criminals will follow. Please, meet Brown Camp. Go to Chief, please. That's my aim. We leave our horses tied here, then we're down to that brook of trees behind the trees. Ah, you guys, Toddler. Please stop. The curtain falls on the first act of our lone ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Here I'm taught to a very short distance behind the camp, tie their horses to trees, then they circle the fringe of the camp until they reached an advantageous spot above it. I know. We've got to get down there and talk to the chiefs. Suddenly, the brush before the move and the man stepped out, brandishing a gun. Streaks of light from the bonfire lift the evil face of Roy Lyman as he spoke. Oh, say you good. Go to the chiefs. Go, Tindick! Go, Tindick! Joe Tindick and a host of Indians had come running to the spot where Roy Lyman covered the lone ranger and Toddler with his gun. The masked man, seeing a chance to be brought immediately before Chief Bluebeaver, made no attempt to escape. The celebration seemed to stop as the Indians and their captives saw the lone ranger and Toddler brought before the roll of chiefs, seated at the fire. The greatest of the chiefs, whose recovery was the cause for the feast, pushed the great bowl of food away from him and rose to his feet. He looked with flashing eyes at the men brought before him. Oh! Oh, Bluebeaver! It's good to see you. I came here for that purpose. Great chief Bluebeaver, do not give your ears to the lies this masked man may tell. Only white man with good friend of Indian is a man with me. Roy Lyman is his name. Joe Tindick, why you say man with you is friend? For many reasons. The greatest reason is that he saved your life tonight. Huh? How him do that? Roy, tell the great chief what you did. Yeah, sure. Chief Bluebeaver and all the rest of you. I've been on a trail of this masked killing as Indian pal. I heard them say they were going to kill someone. Being a man who doesn't like killing, I decided to do something about it. The Lyman you lying snake! Damn him! Keep him away from my friend! I'm... I'm sorry, Bluebeaver. This man is lying. Me decide that. Go on. Well, it seems they were heading here. And I heard what their plans are. To kill you and all the chiefs with you while you sit here. Aided and more often led by Joe Tindick, Roy Lyman's story made an impression on the chiefs who were with Bluebeaver. Bluebeaver, who had been helped by the Lone Ranger in the past. And ever to be fair, he listened to the Lone Ranger's reasons for coming to the camp. When the masked man concluded, Bluebeaver and the lesser chiefs huddled in the long talk. Finally, Joe Tindick was called to join them. He too had much to say. When he finished amidst the babble of voices, Chief Bluebeaver summoned the Lone Ranger. We tell chiefs, you friend of engine, some believe, some do not. They say they hear you great man, do many things good. Before they believe, first they must see. See what, Bluebeaver? I don't understand. Some chiefs say you white god. But I... Some say you just man. Joe Tindick says you're not good like engine braves. So we have contest. And Tondo, listen, we tell what contest like. Speaking in the Indian tongue, Bluebeaver outlined the plan proposed by Joe Tindick. Present among the chiefs were two braves considered by the red men to be the greatest marksmen with bow and arrow and revolver. If the Lone Ranger were to beat either of the Indians, his prowess might be acknowledged and his life spared. But if his marksmanship was not as great, he would go to death with the other white prisoners at the end of the celebration. Chiefs decide this. We go by what chiefs say. Now what you say. I have no choice, Bluebeaver. I'll meet your men in contest, but you must be fair. You must permit me to use a bow that I've used before. You got bow? It's Tondo's. He's left it with his horse and the trees above the camp. May he get his formal? Let him get. Come back quick. Tell him go now. He left from the group and told Tondo to get his bow and arrows for the archery contest. Then as he saw Bluebeaver explaining his action to the chiefs, the masked man whispered, Bluebeaver says some chiefs think I'm a white gone. Are you sure Joe Kindleford's had a clue about what else? They give you an idea. Can you bring back the bow, also bring your horse one men go to give you? Puzzled, but without question, Tondo did as he was told. When he returned, the first of the contest began. The Lone Ranger was pitted against the greatest Indian archer in the west. Two white prisoners stood near the target and watched the red man shoot. Look at that. Four shots all right around the center of the target. Yeah. The masked man will never be able to do as good as that. But the Lone Ranger drew back his bow four times, and four times the arrows sped straight and through into the target, landing dead center on the bullseye. Oh, deep and car fish. Look at that, will you? They landed inside the spots where the Indians are as landed. The shooting contest with revolvers followed. When this competition ended, the first white prisoner chuckled. Yes, Chuck, that was no contest. The masked fellow shot six times almost while the Indian was shooting once. And each shot was dead centered like it was one shot. Look at them Indians sitting there, dumbfounded. They don't believe what they saw. And I can't blame them. The Lone Rangers astounding performances had a startling effect on the chiefs. They admired the unbelievable skill of the masked man, but now they feared him more. Spurred on by a desperate Joe Kenting, they talked again and reached the decision which Blue Beaver would be forced to accept because of their unanimous agreement. The Lone Ranger, familiar with Indian language and dialects, had heard the faith they were planning for him as the chiefs entered the teepee. They planned to feed him and then kill him slowly to see how strong he was in death. The Lone Ranger recalled that some of them had fought him a god at first and he made a quick decision, speaking low so that the braves on guard could not hear him. He told Tonto of the idea that had come to his mind earlier. That bottle of devil dessert, do you have it? Uh-huh. In pocket of pants. Good. They're going to feed and kill us. They're going to be seated next to Blue Beaver. That's perfect for my slime. Here's what we'll do. I'll talk to the chiefs and keep his attention from you. The Indian chiefs emerged from the teepee and formed a semi-circle around the fire. The Lone Ranger and Tonto were placed at either side of Blue Beaver and bowls of food were placed before them. The Lone Ranger could see Tonto's hand come slowly from his pocket and move imperceptibly towards the great chief bull. The masked man raised his arms melodramatically, causing everyone to look up at them, paying no attention to Tonto. Blue Beaver, look at me. Do you remember what some of your chiefs said about me before? Uh-huh. What'd they say? They said I might be a god. But Joe Titic said no. Do you believe Joe Titic? Uh-huh. You mean you god? I mean Blue Beaver. Though you are well now, I shall arrange you to become sick again. Unless you release me and all my white friends whom you hold as prisoners. The Lone Ranger saw Tonto's hand draw back. The Indians' eyelid lowered in the signal that all was prepared. You and your tribes will be punished for what you have done. Engines, not afraid of soldiers. We fight them as they come. Blue Beaver, not sick. Must make celebration because gods make Blue Beaver get well. Must do what gods think good. That's the way you feel, is it? Do you feel white people who show gratitude to your god? All right, go ahead and feast. Eat your food, Blue Beaver. You will soon learn there is something more powerful than your god. Not hear more talk. We eat all chiefs eat. Mono Kizahobi! Blue Beaver turned, reached for his bull and placed it before him, commanding his grave to eat. They waited respectfully for the old man to take the first mouthful. Kizahobi turned as he waved his hands with melodramatic exaggeration. Eat, Blue Beaver, and see what happens. Me! The mask man's voice rose so all could hear. Fire! Great fire! Burn the chief in punishment! You say? See, all of you! I warned him. His foolish turn to fire in his mouth. What happens? Give him water. Here I have some. I'll give it to him. The chief, viewing the scene, became quiet as they realized the mask man might be a god of retribution. As Joe Tintig knelt to pour water into the mouth of the suffering Blue Beaver, the Lone Ranger made his last romantic gesture. Water's not going to cure the fire inside him. Water will make the fire greater. See? As he raised his hands once more in the gesture of magic, the water reached the burning mouth and stomach of Blue Beaver. As the Lone Ranger had expected, the burning sensation became even greater You see what I have done? Now I'll tell you how to save your chief. He'll die? You'll save him? He'll not die. You do as I say. Take him to his TP and sit in silence as you did when he was ill before. Construct the brave to return all the white prisoners. I'll lead them away from here. Also return my guns and all arms to the captives. We do! We tell brave men not one Blue Beaver dies. You did this. You did this. Yes, Joe Tintig. And from what Roy Lyman told me, you and he did this. Made persons of the people who lived in Morganville. Made persons of those you didn't kill. Dear gun, great one. Thanks. All right, Tintig, let your hands up. You too, Lyman. No. Joe is holding a gun on us. He can't do this. Make your Indians take it. I can't look at them. They think he's a god, most of them. Those that don't are afraid of him anyway. I better do as he says, Lyman. My people aren't going to help me. You see, they're leaving. Where are they going? Sit and silence until Blue Beaver gets better. Just as they did before. What about us? You're going to be turned over to Captain Fannin and his men. Captain Morgan leads them here. I should be tuned. Joe, I thought you killed him. Joe, what Joe who shot him? You people from Morganville remember that. We will. We'll be witnesses against Tintig and Lyman. We learned why Lyman wants to take over Morganville, too. We learned why Lyman wants to take over Morganville, too. Well, that's it, Captain Fannin. When you turn these men over to him, use Lyman's gun to hold both of them. Sure, we'll tear them up. All right, Lyman. Help me with these matters, Joe. You too, Ed. You see? Captain Fannin, leading his cavalry troop, looked in surprise as they came upon the people marching in the direction of Morganville. Oh! Oh! How did this happen? He's had you people captured. They did, Captain, but they said it's free. And what a story that is. We'll tell it to you when you take these two armed priests, Tintig and Lyman, off our hands. And you'll want them for murder. Not in the restaurant. Why? On account of a mask man who did all kinds of things. Would you know anything about a mask man in these parts? I do. He's the man you're talking about, too. He sent Captain Morgan after me and my troops. But we were needed, it seems. He did the job himself. Yep, he's the one who could. You see, he's the Lone Ranger. This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. Created by George W. Trenville. Produced by Trenville Campbell Muir Incorporated. Directed by Charles D. Livingston. And edited by Fran Stryker. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beemer.