 Fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, the Lone Ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the masked rider of the planes led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. The stories of his strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness, have come down to us through the generations, and 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. Roll the tail of our clothes. The tiny western town of Split Rock with a huddle of less than 15 small shacks along one dusty street. The two men on the porch of the general's store didn't even take their spurred boots off the rail when a young rider galloped in from the hills to the west. I reckon that's young Ted Jenkins coming back to Split Rock. Fan in the dust, too. Young sprouts in a hurry. He's always in a hurry. Full of boys' enthusiasm. Bubbling over with pepper and ginger. He'll grow up. Poor boy! Poor there! Poor boy! Poor boy! Howdy. Howdy, Mr. Dovey. Howdy, Mr. Shane. Howdy. It sure is a hot day, isn't it? It's hot all right, Ted. But it's going to be a whole lot hotter when you're more fined, you. Well, you were supposed to be gone just overnight. Instead, you've been gone three whole days. You're going to catch it. Oh, shucks, ma won't mind. Say, you know where I was? Eh, telegraph line, I'll bet. Who told you? Son, ever since the town of Split Rock, learn they were stringing one of them newfangled things past the Marjory Range. That's all you ever talk about. I mean to say you went 70 miles out of your way just to see that useless gadget. Oh, it's not useless, Mr. Dovey. It's a wonder of the ages. Oh. Why it is, too. Just think, a little ordinary wire. No thicker than a cactus needle, and they send messages on it. Messages all the way from San Francisco to New York. That is, they will when they string the line the rest of the way. And what good is it? Just a lot of foolish nonsense. I wish they'd strung the line through Split Rock instead of 70 miles away. Now, lookie here, young Jenkins. What's the difference? We get news plenty fast enough already. Why bother having it come a day faster? Days faster, Mr. Dovey. The travel's like lightning. Days faster then. I never cared for lightning anyways. Split Rock can get along right enough without it. Oh, but Mr. Dovey. Rush, rush, rush. Ah, it's a nuisance. That's what it is. Oh, you wouldn't say that if the town of Split Rock ever needed help in a hurry. Oh, get help from a little spindle and wire like that? Split Rock's done all right so far and will keep on doing all right. I'm just as glad it didn't come through this town. Aren't you ashamed? I'm sure. Well, anyway, I went over to see it. They got us strung over the top of the range already. Must be 20 miles past the summit. Just a long row of poles stretching out of sight. With one wire running from pole to pole, as far as your eyes can see. Well, you got any other news, boy? Your mom said you went to Crawford. Oh, yes, sir, I did. Nothing much, just the usual. Speak up! Just the usual. Trouble with you is your mind's full of nothing but that telegraph. Oh, yes, sir. Folks in Crawford said there's rumors about a band of Geronimo's engines wandering around somewhere. Yeah, patches, eh? They won't ever bother us. Oh, I don't reckon so, Mr. Dobie. There's nothing they'd want in Split Rock. Eh, shows how little you know about your own hometown. This time next week there'll be 50,000 sitting right in my office. 50,000 gold. Gold? Well, I didn't know that myself, Dobie. Yep, those prospectors up in Bitter Creek have been scraping it up for three months. That's their total. Well, it's mighty interesting. Hope those Apache engines don't hear about it. Yeah, they won't. And route laws either. We can handle any of them. Oh, say, speaking of outlaws, that's another rumor I heard over in Crawford. Some ranks are out that way. He saw two of them. Oh, that's so? How do you know they were outlaws? Do you know them by sight? Oh, no, sir. They were strangers to him. But he happened to see that one of them wore a black mask over his eyes. I guess only an outlaw would do that. Yeah. He said they had a pair of the best horses he ever saw, even from a distance. One of them was a paint, and the other was the biggest white stallion in the fastest order. What's the matter, Mr. Shane? Something wrong? No, no. I just recollect something I got to do. Adios, youngster. Hope your mortals give you licking. Adios, Dobie. Adios, Shane. Real nice fella, Willard Shane. Minds his own business. You ought to be more like him, son. We better for you. Yes, sir. Shane's got a good horse, too. I always admired Jean who can judge horse flesh. Yes, sir. But this white stallion, the rancher was talking about. Don't go on your hide. You're always thinking that anything in split rock can't be as good as something someplace else. Telegraph, horses, everything. Mr. Dobie, I'm beginning to worry about my son, Ted. He... Well, land or living. Oh, ma. Ted Jenkins. No, ma. I just went a little bit out of the way. Don't you now, ma, mean young man. If your father was alive, he'd take care of you proper, and maybe I will myself. Now, you get along. I'm going to talk to you after supper. They're coming up ahead. Oh, Tonto. Steady, steady, silver. Most got hope out of home. The man we're looking for may be here. Maybe. We look plenty long time. The sleepy little village. Now, this town is split rock. Isn't the sort of place a man like Slaggle would pick out, is it? No. Still you'd never know. Only way to make sure is to ask. They're light and winter. I'll wait for you here, Tonto. You go ahead and see what you can learn. Ah, you wear a mask. They think you outlaw, maybe. Time to go. Come back soon. Shucks, I'm almost a grown man. I didn't wind her far off. I just had to see the telegraph. Oh, you're just like your father used to be, Ted. Reckon, it's no use blaming you. Well, it won't happen again, Ma. I promise. Stop right there, Ted Jenkins. No promises. Huh? You'll only be making a promise you won't be able to keep. But after this... Yes, sir. Let me know beforehand, will you? Yes, sir. Ah, Tima, you're a swan. You... What is it, Ted? I hear something. What? A horse coming to the cabin. Now, be careful, Ma. Oh, lame sakes, Ted. You're a caution. Just because you heard some stories about engines and outlaws, you think... You can't be too careful. Oh, now, nothing ever happens in Split Rock. Go on, answer it. Yes, sir. Yeah, what do you... An engine. An engine. You'll not be afraid. Me, friend. Me, come in peace. What... What do you want here? Me, look for a man named Slagle. You know him? Why, there's no man by that name in Split Rock. Oh, him, bad outlaw. Masked friends say to find him... That's enough. So you got the gall to come here and ask right out for an outlaw, huh? You're the one that's making a mistake. Ted, all he asked for... And he got his answer. There's no Slagle here, and there never was. Is that your horse outside, engine? Then straddle him proud on Van Moussade here. Oh, you're not... Ted, careful, he's wearing guns. Oh, me, not you, it's gun. Adios. We make camp out in range. If you learn about man named Slagle, you tell us, huh? Get going, engine. Ted, did you ever think you might be in the wrong? He didn't do any harm. Oh, supposing he wasn't a patchy. He looked like a right-friendly engine. There, I knew it. Huh? Did you see that? That engine was riding a paint, and he met another rider back aways. The second man had a white horse. Ted, the story you heard in Crawford. Yeah, Ma, about the two outlaws. That was them. That's why the other man didn't come to the door himself because of his mask. We didn't know right away he was an outlaw. Here, take the gun, Ma. Ted, where are you going? To tell Mr. Dobie to get a posse after those hombres right this minute. What's that, Ted? Is this a straight story? Straight as a telegraph wire, Mr. Dobie. They left our place head north. How long ago? Ten minutes. Keynote, Ted. I reckon you wouldn't fool about something like this. No, sir. You don't want your horse? Yes, sir. We'll rouse Shane and Parsons and all the men we can muster. We'll be on their trail before they get a mile further along. I'm trying to get the boys going, Tondo. His mother might have been hurt. Uh, nearly quick, like him say. In a small town like that, he'd know everyone. Uh, you asked about Sleggal? Uh, him say no Sleggal in Split Rock. His mother say that too. There's no reason to doubt them. It's like we followed a tumble wheel trail, Tondo. Uh, we waste time. That Sleggal is somewhere in this section. I'm almost positive. Maybe so. He was seen with the telegraph crew. You know, that was a week ago. He might still be around. And telegraph? Not close to Split Rock. Then we'd better try the moderate range. Uh, mountain plenty big. It take long time. Our job is to smoke him out. We've got to find him, Tondo. He's dangerous. Oh, that right. Take us three or four weeks to cover the mountain slope, but we'll... Tondo. Huh? Horses. That's right. Tondo here in two. They come this way. There they are. Kimatabe, that posse. Why them come after us? I don't know, Tondo. We've no quarrel with anyone. Oh, that boy in Cabot. They think we're aslaws. And what we do? No time to argue with them, Tondo. It's dark in their nervous. They'll shoot first and talk later. But Kimatabe... Never mind. It's a mistake on their part. This is no time to tell them so. Gallop, Tondo. We'll leave them far behind. Get him up. Come on. Slow down. Rain out. Rain out. Clear out of sight already. We're rid of them. They won't come back to Split Rock after this. I reckon not. I wish we could have caught them. Too bad Mr. Shane wasn't along with us. He's got a real fast horse. He might have done some good. No, I doubt if his horse could have kept up with those two. It's mighty strange all the same. What is, Mr. Dobie? Shane said nothing to me about taking a trip or anything. Yet he wasn't at his place when the posse called for him. Wonder where he went so sudden. Are you listening to me and listening close? As soon as it got dark, I saddled my horse and rode out of Split Rock. I hustled right over here. What's the matter? Did the honest Mr. Willard Shane rob a bank? No, I didn't rob a bank. That's not as humorous as you think, Kinlo. Because next week there will be something with robbing in Split Rock. 50,000 in gold. 50,000? Yes, Kinlo. Well, that's fine and dandy. A little sleepy town like that. Will there be any soldiers around? No soldiers. You hear that, gents? Well, we got enough guns to wipe that turn out easy. We'll do it. We'll get that gold dust next week, won't we, boy? Hold on, hold on. There's one thing more. I rode out here in a hurry to tell you it won't be so easy. Why not? Kinlo, did you overhear of the Lone Ranger? Lone Ranger. Lone Ranger? What's he got to do with the shebang? I don't know, but he's been seen between Split Rock and Caldwell. Him and his engine partner. Do the people in Split Rock know who he is? No, they don't, but you can't... But nothing. That's all I want to know. They think he's an outlaw, huh? Yes, Kinlo. And we attack the town. We got enough guns to take care of everything, including the Lone Ranger. Good, Kinlo. That's what I've been waiting to hear you say. Wipe him out, including the Lone Ranger. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger story. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments without a sign of trouble. True to his word, the Lone Ranger had stayed near Split Rock, camped in the hills, but young Tad Jenkins never came out looking for him. I've got a feeling something's wrong, Taddo. We're going to spend the rest of the night circling around scouting this section. I thought I saw some riders in the hills. They looked as if they were trying to conceal themselves. Stars fade out now. Dawn come pretty soon. Yes. Perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps... Kinlo, what's that? We're moving this way. Don't move, Taddo. Plenty horse, plenty rider. Why then ride at night? Why, Taddo? That's what we're going to find out. Take the town, ride it, Dawn. Take him by surprise. They won't have a chance. What do you mean? Who not have chance? Figure it out, Taddo. Those men mean to attack the town. What else could it be? A Dawn attack. I don't know why, but there it is. What do we do? We'll head for town right now. We're going shooting our guns. It's the only way to rouse the town, and at least I'll be awake when the outlaws strike. Tad, wake up. Ma, what's wrong? What's the shooting for? I don't know, Tad. Still dark outside. It's not even daybreak yet. It's right down the street. Sounds like trouble. Let me get my boots on. I'll go see. So will I, son. You better be careful, Ma. The whole town will be out there. Must be something important. This is no time to be careful. Then hurry up. Whatever it is, we don't want to miss it. Hurry up, Ma. It's the idea. Rousing at the town. That's Mr. Dobby, Ma. I don't believe a word of it. You're beginning to get a little lighter. Listen, Ma. What I say is true. You got your guns, you may have to use them. There's an outlaw band coming down from the Modras. He'll take this town any minute. I don't know exactly, Ma. There's a paint horse and a white horse, but it's a masked man. Watch that. Who's that talking? It's me, Mr. Dobby, Tad Jenkins. That hombre and the white horse is a masked outlaw, and the others is Inge and Parr. Six alive. They must be after the gold. Hold on, all of you. The town and I were after this gold. Would we ride in here shooting off our guns? Of course we wouldn't. Besides, we're not outlaws. We're working for the law, not against it. I'm telling you, there's going to be an attack on this town any minute. Don't stand around and get ready for it. What are we waiting for? These men are outlaws. Let's put them in shape. Who said that? Him and Inge and both got guns, Ma. I reckon the wooden bees is doing his shooting now. Who said that? I didn't think it, Anser. Lurking in the crowd, weren't you? It's getting lighter all the time, and I've got you spotted, Mr. Taddo. Uh-uh. Taddo seemed good. I'm out here, or we'll get you ourselves. Stay away from me. Stay away from me. Don't move, Slager. Let go of me. Let go of me. What's all this? You're making a mistake, Mr. That man's name is Shea, not Slager. No hard lock, and come in and tell us. Get away from your guns. Taddo, make sure no one makes a move. I'll try to make sure. He's holding six shooters. Now, Mr. Dobby, you seem to be the leader here if there is one. I say this man is an outlaw named Slager. He's been using the name Shea to hide out in your town. You want proof, read this. And I don't listen to all that. Well, don't go on my hide. This here's a poster asking for the arrest of an outlaw named Slager, and the picture proves that you're him. Do you deny it? Look at his face, Dobby. Yeah, Mr. He can't deny it. We'll put him in jail already. Shots. You can't. What in thunder? It's an attack. This master over here must be right. Everything he says is so. Come and get him. Come and get him, That's where you're wrong, Slager. You better ready, and they've got guns. All right, Dobby, Jenkins, Tutto, everyone, take cover to houses and hold them off. Use your gun. Warned ahead of time of the Lone Ranger, the men of Split Rock were ready when the attack came. They poured a withering fire back at the outlaws, circling the little town. All day long, they held them off. They tore dust from the shooting slack, and the defenders, clustered in Dobby's store, got worried. You've done all right so far, but what's going to happen when the darkness comes? They've got twice as many men as we have. It's just a question of time, mister. Even with you and the Indian, we haven't got a chance. They'll worse down sooner or later. All right, plenty bad. We mustn't give up. All thereafter is the fifty dollars in gold dust. Let them take that and release Shane. I mean, Slager, from the Kalaboos, and they'll ride off. You can hold out a little while longer. What's the use, masked man? It'd be different if he was on a regular road. There'd be some people passing by that hear the shooting and ride for help. Yes, but Rock is just a lonesome little town. It's more than once a month anybody comes near us, mister. Cross is too bad to telegraph. Don't come into town. We can call for help that way. Ah, telegraph. Wait a minute. Hold on. What's that, Ted? Well, all I said was... Yes, I know. What made you think of it? Is there a telegraph line anywhere near here? Near nothing. It's fifty miles. Fifty miles? Is that all? There's well be two hundred. Just a second, Obi. Two miles, eh? What do you think, Toddup? Maybe so. There's an army post one hundred miles from here. They could send a force... If, if, if! Gee, horse of that, mister, it's no use. Why to take two days to reach that army post and two days more to get back? We can't hold out that long. Won't be necessary to go all the way. Eh? Obi, you man, listen to me. You gathered everyone into this one building. You can hold out better, can't you? I reckon so, mister. A little longer. And do it. Do it at once. Toddup will help you. Ah, I'm chemo-sapping what you do. I'm leaving, Toddup. Swiftly the townspeople were called to the building. The gray shadows of deepening twilight concealed them as they moved behind the shacks. Fifteen minutes later, Toddup slipped out of the door. They moved along the wall with a lone ranger watched. Chemo-sapping. Yes, Toddup. Everyone inside. Ah. Good. Silver. Here, boy. Ready, boy? Chemo-sapping. You ride silver throughout laws. It's the only way. Silver is fast and it's getting darker by the minute. You take plenty chance. Maybe you stout-bullet. It's the only way, Toddup. Get back in the house. After you, Chemo-sapping. Don't let them give up. Ah, Toddup, try. You come back soon. As soon as I can. Very silver. Adios. Adios. Chemo-sapping. Adios, Toddup. Ready, boy? Ready, silver? Ah! Has he gone, engine? Ah, him gone. He ain't reached him yet. And he'll never get through. Never. You say that again. Easy, easy, engine. You hold your lips, Lager. You'll get a gag in addition to them ropes if you don't. I wonder what the mess man's plan is. I don't know, Ted. Maybe he's going for some help or... Shoot him! Did he... Did he make it? Ah, him make it. Him get through. You listen. Speeding like a bullet, Silver left the outlaws far behind. Soon the lone ranger was riding in the clear, Racing across the shadowed prairie. Fifteen miles to the moderate mountains, Fetch those lakes, Silver. Cover the ground. Like a white flame whipped for the wind, Silver sped in his way. The moon rose, none of the pale stars, The tall man leaned forward in the saddle. His black mask close to the flying mane Of the great stallion. His voice surging, Silver on. That's it, big fella. There's no horse like you in the west. We're heading up the slopes now, Silver. Faster, Silver, faster! Up the long slopes, Tow the lifting hills, On through the night, Till finally it a cut between Two glistening snow-capped peaks. The telegraph lines, Teddy's, Teddy, Silver. Ah, my knife. Climb the pole and cut the wire. With Silver on guard below, The lone ranger climbed the telegraph pole. A knife gleamed in the night As he cut the wire. Ah, I'm wearing gloves. Spark won't be retarded. Touching the wires together, I can send a message. Somebody's bound to hear it. Split Brock needs help. The army's got to send help. The army's got to send help. It's almost morning, Townell. Do you reckon we can hold out? Masked friends say fight. We fight. There's too many of them. Don't be fools. Give up. Give us a golden. I'll see you don't get hung. Looks hopeless with the mask man gone. Yeah, he's gone. Gone and left in alert. He deserted you. That's where you're wrong, Slagos. Mister! You're back! I'm sorry. I'm too glad to see you. You bring help. I can't. I'm glad to see you. You bring help. I came back alone, Tonto. But help may be coming. Just hold out and keep... Help may be coming? Me? What do you mean? We can't be sure, Mrs. Jenkins. We sent a message. If the message got through, the army will come here. The message didn't get through, and... Yeah, mister. Then? And I'm afraid we're lost, Ted. But at least we'll go down fighting. Have your rifles! Here you come again! The attack was beaten off. So was the second attack and the third and the following night, three more. Without the lone range of the defenders would have given up long before, but his flaming spirit sustained the courage. Don't give up. Keep fighting. Getting mighty lone ammunition, mister. Make every shot count. But keep on fighting. Don't give up. So the fighting went on. Two nights later, just at dusk, the outlaws attacked again. Adobe, siding through a boarded-up window, pressed his trigger. Bullets. I need some more bullets. That's all the ammunition there is. Watch out. We'll clean out a bullet. Oh, that's right. This time we're not stopping it. Yes, Tonto. They're coming closer. Well, we put up a good fight. Listen, mister. Am I hearing things? It's a bugle. That's what a bugle. Yes, Ted. It's the army. They're safe. The army at last. Listen to them. Those outlaws haven't got a chance. The lone ranger was right. The army column swept down on the outlaws. In a few minutes, they were prisoners. And 15 minutes later, the army captain was inside the store talking to Dobie and the others. All right, can we get here just in time, Mr. Dobie? Are you sure, dear captain? I never heard so welcome a sound as that army bugle. We got them all and we'll take Slagle along also. Was it you that sent the message to us by Telegraph? Telegraph? Hey, captain, is that how they did it? Yes, son. Didn't you know? You mean a masked man rode out and cut the wire and sent a message that way? That's it. Well, I'll be doggone. Ted, I take back all I said about the Telegraph. It's a wonderful invention. Well, it saved our lives. Yes, sir. See, I wonder who that masked man is. The masked man is gone? Yes, sir, captain. Him and the engine rode away as soon as the shooting was over. Didn't even wait for thanks. He never does, son. He never... Hey, captain, from the way you speak, you know who that man is, don't you? I certainly do, Mr. Dobie. That must have been the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger? Hey, gosh, did you hear that, ma? We met the Lone Ranger himself. Gosh! What you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.