 What the fuck are you doing? I won't go with your horse. You plan to take me to Lermick? Yeah. Instead I've had a warrant. Unless you make the mistake of killing me. You think that would be a jail of me? No one. You catch them. Yeah, subtle. You travel plenty fast. Get long way ahead. Give him cover, subtle. Now's your horse, Spencer. The other end will be a pattern to my saddle. I put your hand behind your back. That's it. You cry fast. Who will meet you? Shut up. I'd like to avoid going in the town with this mask. Drive and tell the sheriff I'm bringing in Red Spencer. Ask him to meet me this side of Lermick and take charge of the business there. What do you do then? Get him up. Oh! Mr. You just wait. You see what my pals can do. You drive for jail of me. Let's go. Get in there, come on. Don't do this. Don't talk to the sheriff. Don't go with him. Don't talk to the sheriff. Don't talk to the sheriff. Don't talk to the sheriff. Don't talk to the sheriff. Don't talk to the sheriff. Don't talk to the sheriff. Stop it. When he hears the sheriff's words. He's your friends, sir? You may be obliged here. I had chicken coop When the Indian came to my office, introduced himself and said that the long washed was bringing in Red Spencer and I couldn't believe it. Do you believe it now? Well there's no doubt about this He and Red Spencer. So I'd like to wonder to the truth. I'm proud of Mr. Exec backed by your Goodbye. I know your names were so your reputation. I'mnek to best to not escape while you're in charge. Just be too sure of that. You've got a lot to learn, that's it. Do you want to tie this end of the rope to your saddle? Yeah. But hold on. This is your life. I'll take yours, Miss Place. All right. It's a pretty swap. I sure hope we'll meet again. I hope so. Adios. Bye. Bye, Donald. Adios. Come on, that's it. This way to jail. Can we get going? Remember what I told you, Mr. My pal probably means the two men who helped him rob the Edward's case center. Every summer, he wanted to murder his famous sister. Yeah, I thought of that. And we're going to try to find him. All right, let's go. Woo-hoo! We'll have to stop them from robbing in many communities. It was generally admitted that this time, when he's against it with airtight, Donald travels far and wide in search of a clue or thread of information that would aid in running down Red Center's frontiers. But they returned to the vicinity of Laramage one of his papers announced that the trial was about to open. They thought so. We were in the woods. That's the edge of town. Woo-hoo! We'll catch right here, Donald. Two? Yes. We might as well be comfortable. The trial will last for several days. At least we're overseas, you boys. We're going to have to move those others just to see what the impact on here. We stay till the end of the trial. Yes, Donald. Now, make these crook towels from the sea and cork. Yes, they are. I hope we'll find some ways to identify them. Now, if you repeat the horses, I'll start cutting wood. Ah, you know it. With their blankets spread on a thick line of evergreen boughs inside a mean zoo. The shelter was warmed by a small fire built against a reflecting log on the open side of the mean zoo. We're in a different direction. Blaze and Lester met on the eve of the trial for the first time since the crime a few miles north of Laramage. Lester had just arrived. He was unsettling his course by the mark of a small fire at the entrance to a cave. Glad you got here, Lester. I wasn't sure he'd come, even if he got the letter out of the ocean. I got the letter, and it didn't make me any joy. I told you, that's what Spencer told me. He's going to hang you tall, then we'll hang you. Counting on us for freedom. Are you talking to him? Yes, ma'am. Of course. Where else did I talk to him? Been staying in town for the past two weeks. He took a big chance in going there. Ah, no one on that case saw my face. It was Spencer's man that the state guards pulled off. Even so, you took a big risk when you dropped the fence to the bar, still looking for us too far. You used some fake credentials and posed as a news and news paper man. I would just want a more than a dozen reporters to interview them at one time or another. Yes ma'am, you sure attracted a lot of attention here. Blaze, if it's all right for you to be in there, I mean, why not me and no one saw my face? You're cool, man. All's well to spoke at the trial. Then why did you tell me to be here at the hideout instead of at the trial? Spencer's ordered. He wanted me to tell you a few things whether it be no risk of being overheard. Now, first of all, where's your share of the cash in the Deadwoods cap? In my saddle bag. Why? Don't spend that paper money, especially not in the latterment. Every store and cafe has a list of the numbers on the stolen bills. Ah? Yeah. That's one of the strong points against that, Spencer. A lot of the money was on them when it was captured. Why have you warned me? Now, what else are you supposed to tell me? The plan for freeing Spencer. You know, he's trying to break him out of that camp, remember me? It's too solid. He knows that. What are we supposed to do? Shoot up the courtroom and try to hold guns and everyone while he makes his break? Maybe. But only at the last resort. That'd be mighty dangerous. Yeah. We got to have a horse ready for him. My God, I know all that lefty. As I said, shooting at the courtroom is a last resort. Now, first we'll just sit tight. See how the case goes. Spencer has a mighty smart lawyer. He'll try to discredit the eyewitnesses and make them change their testimony. Oh, you said they found the stolen cash on Prince. And the lawyer was claiming that was put into a saddlebag by the masked man who captured him. On the lone range? Yeah, to frame Spencer. Oh, yeah, how clever that lawyer is. You'll never make a jury believe that the lone range of friends and innocent men. But there, maybe you convinced the jury that the masked man was not the lone range. You suggested the masked man was the real state robber. At any rate, let's see where to sit tight during the first couple of days. See how the trial goes. Then what? Then we'll get instructions from the boss. Red Spencer with more inclusive spectators than in the selection of a jury. Preferably watched by deputies. He studies the crowd and knows his place, Jordan, and let's see who goes to you near the front. And then he's on total. The Indian's presence gave Spencer an idea. He looked in pain for the Indian's masked friend. He didn't suspect that a man with a pale complexion and the clothing of an eastern air was in reality the lone ranger in disguise. When a recess was closed, Spencer leaned close to the unscrupulous attorney who had taken his case and spoke in a low voice. Where do we stand, Jordan? I don't know. Excuse me. I have been chosen. How does it look? I think it's nice to meet you there. Good. Any chance of writing some of those men? No. Excuse me. I think that talk with someone who doesn't know you as well as I do. You don't stoop to anything you've thought you'd get away with it. I think you've already got me fooled. Truth is, you figure that none of those men could take a bribe. All right. I'd choose to go do something else. You're my best friend, Steve, but you're much of a new-day Mr. Hootage agent. You've got to get more to my talent. Really? Yeah. You're not to take instructions, Steve. I do. I do. I do. Don't give me any of that mealy-mouth talk. I said you ought to take instructions to my pals. Dr. Dougie. Please, give them to me. My eye. No newspapers, man. No, too much. Jordan, what do I want to tell you? What's more, Jack, than you do as I say are my pals who take care of you. I mean, you do. I do. I do. Steve, I can't get any inspiration. I'm fighting for my life, and I'll fight hard. You're trying to monkey-shattle me, you'll be a dead jacket. I'm going to tell you what the tell-tale place you're looking for. What's the next reason? Probably a dream. All right. That's what you'll see, Jordan. I'll listen to the shot to what I'd tell you. Before the next exciting thing, please come to the support for just a few more minutes. You can't be far away. At least that's our sense to figure. What's the next thing? The lone ranger. The mighty one that wants to save his life. Now, Spencer wants the lone ranger to be in danger of being murdered. You want to capture the man's man. Then what? He's hostage. Red Spencer's life. What goes out is the lone ranger dies. But Spencer is found not guilty. Not even the man on the jury. Now, how crazy are you? You're there. And they'll hang, Spencer, unless we do something. You don't look like the kind of men who can be forced into doing what they don't want to do. And, doubt it, they let a killer go free. Lefty, those jury men in a board say there's no business, man. They know how to wave at you. I'm sure. They'll figure that the life of the lone ranger is too much to pay for hanging a man like Spencer. Who's in a pile of Spencer's orders? If Spencer's at free, what time do we let the lone ranger go? No, of course not. You don't need to be captured at Boston up along with him. Once more, Spencer has a promise to keep. He wants that man's man dead. As soon as Red is free, we'll all clear out. Maybe once before the body of the man's man is found. Then we'll be out of the country. Do you need to tell how we're supposed to capture the man? No. But I think I know how that can be handled. We've got a capture in town, though. Why? Soon as court's adjourned, it's afternoon. The witnesses have to stand and identify as Red Spencer as the one who would chop the driver of the state court. They were caught examined by Jackson, but remained unshaken in their testimony. That may have been a good one to fill the following morning. I think that was a good one. If that Indian leaves the court's house, we'll follow him back to Washington. Don't worry. Come out here. He's in our booth. I think Spencer is doing his own right now. Don't let him do it. You deserve the same. But there'll be no use trying to put on the case for the defense. You must have realized that when he filled us with what to do. If that plan works, you'll hang. That means we'll hang. I don't know. There's the Indian. Yeah, I see. That's what's going on. Come on, please. Let's get out of here. Right. We'll follow him. He should see that it's an unknown reason. Young federal scout and began tutoring proper when he heard horses approaching. How do you know? Oh, I can tell you. Oh, where? Oh, hey, daddy. You're kind of, aren't you? That's right. What do you want? He's very in court. That's some information for the unknown reason. Where is it? I'm not here. We can see that. Two blind people have been found at least. They're likely to be coming here. You can come by and by. That's all we want to know. Now, hide your head. Huh? Why are you drunk? I asked him. I said, That's it. You better not be blind. Why are you doing this? We're taking you and your man's tail on a trip. I'll put your hands behind your back so that you can tie him. I'll take it for winding and gagging and trotting. While please, move the horses out of the clearing and hide them in the woods where they would not be seen. During the next half hour, darkness gathered wildly as unless they waited inside the lean-to and listened for whose feet that would tell them an approaching horseman. Suddenly, blaze became tense and whispered, Oh, I'm holding my gun ready. You've tried to sound any kind of warning and I'll let you have it on the hand. The police are still disguised as any stringer. Used a roundabout route to reach the woodland camp from town. As he approached the clearing, he noticed the campfire burning brightly. He had no suspicion that anything was wrong when he saw that the familiar cooking utensils had been laid out. Oh, oh! As he grew green, at the edge of the clearing, the two men rushed out of the lean-to with guns drawn. My hands are up. My hands are up. Hey, blaze, this is the domain we want. I see that. This kid was in court during the fire. You better just not miss it. Be careful you don't get your hands near your shooting eye. He is steady. All right. I didn't expect this kind of reception. Make it bad, Leslie. I got it. Make sure you're not carrying a sneak gun or a knife. All right. But when he stood at the edge of the clearing, the low ranger could not see the inside of the lean-to where trouble lay bound and gagged. Instead of reducing, he decided to wait until he learned more about the men who had taken possession of the camp. He submitted quietly to the search. Hey, Janon. Tie the reins with a torch to that tree. All right. I walked toward that lean-to, Mr. Well, I did come to the wrong camp. The directions were a little vague. I saw the fire in the camp where you're looking for. The camp of the man who was noticed was a low ranger. Did you figure out meeting him? Well, I was sure he'd be at the camp when I arrived. All right. Not that far enough. Oh, that didn't mean he tried to show it. What about him? He's a low ranger's friend. This is the right camp. Yeah. This is the right camp. That's a horse, ladies. Good. Now tie this damn thing behind your back. Well, I'll see you here. This is a high hand. Shut up and give me a hand. I'll have you know that I'm a friend of the sheriff. If you think so. You're a nice man, aren't you? Do I look like a cowboy? No, you sure don't. Well, get this. In this country, the man who holds the gun is a law. Are you savvy? Right now, I'm the law. And what I say goes. What's your name? I'll not answer your question. Do choose to sell. I'll make this real good in time. You find out if the low ranger's coming here soon? Yeah, this man expected he'd be here by now. Nah. Hello, this is James. I'm but a gang. Right. You try to speak. James, you did the engine. That ain't got that mean to me. I will do as you say, but you'll pay for this. Shut up and sit down there. That'll be the rope. Yeah, right here. Is that a hurry? These ain't gonna start in a couple of seconds. That man might be here at any minute. And if he sees us, he'll suspect them before we can get the top on him. We have got to be out of sight. Shut up. And we'll hold the seat. No, okay. You know what, ladies? It was crowded in this ring, too, when we were with the Indians. We can't both hide here with proof. There's nothing. Go behind the clear and hide among the trees. Don't be sure those ropes are tight. We have plenty of flight. And in these squares won't get loose. Let's go, please. Don't get hit. Now, the other lord moves away from the lead to talk a watch for the face of his friend. In the firelight, he saw the low ranger drop his eyes significantly to the him in watch chain, great to cause his best, as part of the Eastern costume. The Indian knotted, then shifted his position, so his hands tied at the wrist behind his back to touch the chain that held the watch at one end and a small pin knife at the other. After a moment, he stumbled upon the knife. When he tried to open the blade, his fingers were numb and crumbly. Meanwhile, the low ranger could hear the voices of the blaze and let's say who were hidden among the trees a few yards away. Oh, you can't look. That's right. That's right. That's right. He was taken with him. He used to be a friend of the man's man. What's that got to do with him? I aimed to make the low ranger ride a note to the sheriff. Then, as he used to friends who held back the hells in that tent, they would be killed. Unless the jury found Sester not guilty. The low ranger had let us kill him before he'd like that note. Maybe he wouldn't ride it to save his own life. Or if he didn't watch capital and had his finger-faced torture without doing something? I'll see what you mean. I can't tell you where it's at, man. He should be here by this time. He should have heard enough to realize that his captors were Red Sanctors pals. The endtotals sent back to back while the Indians tried desperately to cut the ropes with a small knife. Frequently, the knife slipped from the Indians' fingers, which had been made numb by the ropes around his wrist. 15 minutes passed. Ben Blais spoke again. I've been thinking about that low ranger and me too. I've been wondering where he is. He's supposed to ride a white horse. Yeah. That used to ride a white horse. What? He's supposed a low ranger is here and came right now, dressed like an Easterman. But that used to make his pale. Maybe he'd make up stuff like he used to do here. Maybe he'll ride here. Let's find out. Come on, get up. We'll see if there's a tan skin beneath grease. And I'm with you. The two raw floors came into the clearing. As they heard the mean truth, the whole ranger and toddler leaped out. Take a look. Take a look. Take a look. The white were short. Taking white supplies. Blais and Flethy had no chance to draw their guns. In a number of seconds, they went down before hard blows. That's it. Take a look. This fellow's still conscious. No, don't hit me again. Take your gun, tunnel. Keep them covered while I tie them. I'll get my own clothes out of the saddlebags. Is that a girl? That's this guy? Yeah, this guy. I've thought so. You see the man you were waiting for, Blais. Where are my masks and my own guns? Will I take you and your pal to town? I'll take you to the worst, Frenchman. There's no way to see if you'll take him. You too. No. No, Jack. My pal's away. Don't even catch me. Don't even catch me. Don't even set the bags. Don't even confess to their partners to get the mean truth that you are the one who fired the disability. No. No, that can't be. That can't, I tell you. Let me see. Oh, those wandering fools. How do they get caught? They were brought here by the same man who got you. The lone ranger. I don't know. I don't know.