 horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty high old silver, the lone ranger. His faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the masked rider the planes fought crime and criminals throughout the early western United States. No one could match his strength and courage, his daring or resourcefulness. But it was his ability to judge character and his sense of fair play that made him the greatest champion of justice the West ever knew. And with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear, about of the past come the thundering hoof beats the great horse silver, the lone ranger rides again. Come on! A man stood in the living room of a small ranch house. One sheriff, Sim Wheaton, was a grizzled veteran of the law. The second, short, stout and red faced was a local banker, Gabe McMasters. The third man was in his thirties, his name was Dan Marlin, and until this morning the ranch and the ranch house had belonged to him. All right, sheriff, what do I do? Just sign these papers before I got a mark, Dan. I wasn't talking to you, Gabe. I just wanted to... You could just keep that fat mouth of yours shut. I'm not going to make conversation with a pole cat. I'll go root one out from under the barn. I asked you a question, sheriff. What do I do? To sign where them crosses are. Why? Just makes everything legal, Dan. It shows you're turning your place over to Gabe Willem. Yeah? But I ain't. What choice you got? Half the way this year, pole cats roped and throwed me none at all. But just the same, I don't want nobody to think I ain't got objections to letting them steal my ranch. I don't want... Sheriff, I object to that, sheriff. He's the same as calling me a thief. You've been called a duffer. Don't see why you should be so touchy about it now. Nope, Dan. You don't savvy. I didn't mean these papers that show you was glad to lose your place exactly. They're just to fix it, so as after Gabe's foreclosed you can come back right after and try to claim it again by paying up what you owed him. Pay what I really owe? Or what he says I do? No, you won't hear. Well, we ain't going into all that again. Now cut it out. Maybe you just borrowed what you say you did, Dan. But all the records go to show you borrowed what Gabe says you did. Yeah, the sneak and crook forging them notes. Stop it! Well, he did. Now tell it so anytime and he wears a please. All right, do what you want. But first, sign them papers. Might as well, I reckon. No chance of me raising the cash to get the place back. Here's a pen. I brought mine along. Get it out of my sight before I shove it down your throat and make you swallow it. I'll use my own. Sheriff, push them papers over this way. Here you are. And the ink. Well, here goes. Here goes 20 years hard work. The sweetest piece of rangeland any man ever had. Here too? That's right. That's it. Put them papers in your pocket, Sheriff. And then let me ask you one question. Anything, Dan? We've always been friends. Shoot. Just exactly when does this place quit being mine and start being this critters? Why? Tomorrow noon, I take over this ranch. And if you ain't off it then, I'll have you jailed. Tomorrow noon? And it's mine up to then? Uh-huh. That's all I wanted to know. Hey, what are you going to do? Ow! Look on me. Look on me. Sheriff, make him stop. Out you go. Get out. Get up and make tracks, Gabe. Your trespass is on my property. Sheriff, arrest him. Arrest him. He kicked me off the porch. He kicked me. You jail him, Sheriff. Shucks, Gabe. I can't jail a fella for acting within his rights. What? The law can't stop a fella from throwing who he wants off his own place. And you said yourself this was Dan's till tomorrow. Come on. Climb in your buggy and let's go home. That night, two horsemen rode toward the Marlin Ranch. They held their mounts to a slow trot. And when they neared the ranch house, he's got a lamp burning whitey. Dan's still up. Yeah. Oh, oh, boy. Oh, there, oh. I'll do the talking, Sieg. You stay with the horses and keep watch. Anybody comes along, yell. Sure. But if you find that mast down here, the ancient trail is, you start shooting. Right. Be right back. Open up. If that's you back again, Gabe, you better put up board and you break it. So get the time out. Well, I'll be. Whitey Barrett, is there a holdup? Come on in. Help yourself. Take anything you please. You won't be robbing me. You'll be robbing the banker. Yeah. That's what I heard. I reckon this ain't a holdup, though, or you wouldn't took the trouble to knock. What is it? What brought you down out of the hills? Got any objection if I have a little talk? I ain't proud. What's on your mind? Me and Sieg heard you got a pretty raw deal. I've heard telefellas have got better. Sit down. Pretty nice place you had here, Dan. The banker'd give you a chance to hang on for a rise in beef. You'd have been sitting pretty. Nice of you to figure out for me. That's all right. What you're planning on next? What you're going to do when you leave here? What's a fella usually do when he's my age and loses everything he had? Goes to work for the gent that's got it and likes it, I reckon. Some do. What do you mean? But then they've got the gumption to get even, don't. Whitey, just what are you getting at? I'm wondering if you're the kind that gets kicked around and takes it. Huh? Or if you've got the nerve to kick back. Meaning? That either you can go to work for 30 a month and found when you can get it. Or you can throw in with a couple of square shooting ombries like me and Sig. And let the other fellas do the work while you spend it. So that's your game. Well, why not? We can use you. You're handy with your irons. And there's plenty of jobs where just two fellas ain't enough. You want me to turn out low? Better, man, than you have. Whitey, I ought to. Don't go on. Why not? Dan Marlin riding the Owlhoot trail. That's a good one. Shake, Whitey. You've got your part. The following morning, the Lone Ranger returned to his camp after a scouting trip. Come on, old fellow. Hi, Kimosami. Hi. Oh, oh, there's a little bit. Oh, boy. Oh, there. Oh, look, all scout and saddle up. Ah, here's scout. I picked up Whitey in Six Trail again. This time, they're not going to give us a slip, huh? Where? Where pine them? I cut this sign just east of the creek and followed it to Dan Marlin's place. No one's there, and I had a chance to look around. They must have been there for quite a while last night, and they headed back for the hills. We go there? Yes. But how to? What matter? Reading their sign, there was one thing I couldn't understand. What path? Just the two of them rode to Dan's place. But three horsemen rode away. What other pattern? That's exactly what I'd like to know. What are they named, Dan? It looked as if it must have been him. But there was nothing to show. He'd been taken away by force. And if he went with them willingly, I'd like an explanation. I've certainly never heard that Dan's friendly with crooks. Saddle fix. Ready? You ready? Let's go. Come on, Silver. Get him on, scout. Hurry, old boy. Hurry. The famous masked writer of justice and his faithful Indian companion picked up the trail once more and headed for the hills. Meanwhile, Dan had made himself at home in the outlaw's hideout. It was toward noon that while he called to Sigg, and... Hey, Sigg. Yeah, whitey. Better throw some dirt on that fire. It'll be hitting the saddle for a long. Yeah. How'd you like it here, Dan? Pretty snug hideout, huh? Ain't bad. What's this about riding? Going somewheres? Yeah, the three of us. Huh? We ain't the ones to waste time, Dan. You'll be finding that out. We got a job already picked. Fact is, we've had our eye on it for quite a spell. Couldn't touch it, though, till we had a third fella. What is it? One, you ain't going to object to it all. Yeah? The bank in town. Deepic Masters Place. We're busting it wide open. What's that? Sure. But we'll ride out of town with our saddlebags full of more cash, and we can spend it a year. But just a second. How's it sound to you, Dan? All right, then. Gabe gets into you for about $10,000. You turn right around and help yourself to twice as much. I thought all you fellas done was rustle some cattle. Did, mostly. That's penny-andy stuff. Now we'll go for the big money. Hey, but listen, fellas, you can't rob the bank. Why not? But you got to get it, huh? We asked you to join up, because we figured you were just the army. It'd be glad to take on a job like that. Gabe's a crook. What happens to him, I sure don't care. Then what do you mean? But that ain't what I'm thinking of. Don't you fellas savvy that if the banks robbed, Gabe wouldn't be the only one to lose by it? No. Gosh, every ranch in the county is tied in so close without their bank. If it went bust, they'd go bust right along with it. What's their toss? Well, most of the fellas that lose are my friends. Ain't turning yellow, are you? Nobody's ever called me yellow in my life. That ain't the point. I'll turn outlaw, sure. But I ain't never going to harm nobody that I've worked with, and at with, and liked. That's out. Go bring the horses here, Sig. They're saddled. Dan's too? Sure. He'll come around. He'd better. I'll look whiny. There's plenty other ways to get some cash. Aren't you savvy when you joined up that I was boss? Go ahead and be boss. When a fella's boss's orders usually go. This is different. You're getting on that coyose of yours. You're riding with us to town. When we get there, you're helping us rob Gabe's bank. I tell you. And if your figure ain't, say so now, and we'll know where we stand. That's a good idea. I always did like to have my car just laying out the plane on the table. Why do you I'm not helping you? But that's only the half of it. Yeah? You and Sig ain't going either. You bust my friends, and I'll bust you. All right, you ask for it, mister. Take your hand. You kids. Say it, blast the scum down. Take it. Sig, into the saddle. We've got to get out of here. Get up. Get up. Get up, get up. The outlaws raced out of camp. But less than half a mile away, the lone ranger and tanto had heard the volley of shots that marked the gunfight. They reigned in at the top of a rise. Then, tell them, no shots came from beyond that wood. Come on. Get them up, Scott. The Great Horse Silver Hoys! At the command of his master, the Great Horse Silver leaped forward. Scout followed hard behind. Together, they charged toward the woods. Not even the narrow broken trail to the trees could slow their speed. In less than a minute, they flashed to the open once more. The outlaw camp for the body of Dan Marlon lying beside the campfire lay before them. Oh, oh, there's no way. Oh, oh, there's no way. Oh, oh, there's no way. Whoever was here, tell them, they've gone. There, there's no way. Well, Dan Marlon, huh? In shock. Moral whitey's work. Whoever a man deserves to hang, he does, and he's partnered with him. Hello, Dan. Just a moment. I think there's life left in him. But if he'll live, I don't know. 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. Now to continue our story. The lone ranger and tanto worked over the wounded man, stripping his shirt away, washing his wounds, and binding them. Finally, Dan's eyes opened. He groaned and tried to get up. Why are you dirty sneaking? Oh, you're masked. Easy, man, easy. Lie back, rest. You're in pretty bad shape. Yeah, I'm, no, I can't. Hey, let me up. Get my horse. Let me up, I got a ride. Take it easy, Dan, take it easy. I can't. I got to stop him. Let me up. Please, please, Mask Man, let me up. Wait. Who is this you've got to stop? Whitey and Sigg. They're going to rob the bank. They're on the way there now, my horse. McMaster's bank? Yeah. And leave that to Tato and me. We'll handle it. Oh, I can't. Dan, I don't know why you're here. I don't know why you fought with Whitey and Sigg and were shot. But I do know this. You're in no condition to ride, and we'll not let you. You don't savvy. No? Oh, I guess I must have been loco. I was going to turn crooked. But then? Then what? Oh, I don't know. When they said they was going to hold up the bank, and I got to thinking of all my friends that had go bust, I just couldn't go through with it. I see. I told them I couldn't. I tried to stop them. They just blasted me down. I reckon when they pulled out, they figured I was dead. Dan, I don't believe you're crooked at heart. Oh, it was just it for a while there. I was so dogged, gone mad. I know. The banker cheated me, losing my place, everything I had, everything I'd worked for. But now? Oh, I'm sorry for it. I reckon I've been paid for it already. You're going to pull through this, you know? Well, it takes a heap to down a Marlin. Now, I've got an idea. I'm going to be able to help you. Tunner, I'm riding to town alone. You'll stay here with Dan. Someone's got to look after him. Now, what do you do? What do you say? Give a head start. But Silver should be able to overtake them easily. If I want him to. What do you mean? Mister, what are you scheming? There's no time to explain now. Yes, Silver. But you'll have a part to play in this, Dan. And when I come back, I'll tell you just what it is. If you go where they're dangerous. Don't worry about me, old friend. But you can. I'll be safe enough. Take care of Dan until I return. When I do, there'll be action enough for all of us. Come on, Silver. Come on, old fellow. Come on. When Whitey and Sigg reached town, they found the Main Street deserted. The blazing heat of early afternoon had driven nearly all the townspeople with the shelter of their homes. The door of the bank was open. And from the street, the outlaws could see there were only a few customers inside. They congratulated themselves. They rode around to the back of the building. Then. Whitey, haven't we been at home? Talk low. Who's going to hear us? Ain't no wind in here in the bank here in bank. But why take chances? Now, Sigg, you listen to me. We leave the horse's ground hitch for a quick getaway. Yeah. Ain't nobody much on the street out front. Back doors always kept locked, so that's the way we'll have to go in. We're starting just a second. Keep close behind me and climb the porch and get inside quick as you can. Less time we take, less we're likely to be noticed. Right. Inside, I'll keep them covered while you gather up the cash. Most of it's in the safe, but during the day, it stands open. Soon as you've got everything, unlock the back door cause that's the way we're going out. It'll bring us right back here to our horses. Got all that straight? Sure. Then see you don't make no mistake. There ought to be three of us on this job, but it can't be helped. Come on, don't see nobody in the street closing the blacksmith shop. All right now, up the porch, inside, hurry. Now, get your guns out. Right. This is the hall of folks. Make a move and I'll blast you. The men and women in the bank backed away from party's guns. Sigg forced the cashier to hand over all the money in his cage. A moment later, he had cleaned out the safe, and then. Got the cash, Sigg? All set. Then unlock that door. Into the saddle. They're yelling for the war already. Come on. Head west, lady. Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up. $40,000. Get after them, Sheriff. Get after them. All right, folks. We'll ride in the posse. I will. Then get your horses and follow me. If they get cleaned away, the whole town's bust. Jump, you high binders. Let's keep going. All right. Get up. Get up. What's the matter? Pull up. Pull up with them rocks there. Give the horses a chance to get their wind and see if we're falling. Right. Oh, oh boy. Oh, there. Oh, there. Don't see them yet. They're too good a start on them. But they'll be along. How's your horse standing up? Good. This one here run for sundown. Any idea how much cash you picked up, Sigg? I'll show you. Stopped it all. Paid for money, gold, and silver in this year bag. Yeah. How's that look to you? That looks fine. What in? A mask, man. I've been waiting here for you. If you hadn't pulled up, I'd have stopped you. Why? No, you don't. Steady, Wendy. Well, you'll get the same. Who are you? Try and find out. Hey, the cash. He's leaving with me. Thanks for getting it for me. Hey, no. Hold on. Don't follow. Come on, Silver. Hey, you like it with that money? Shoot him. Drill him yourself. He knocked my gun out of my head. I'll get the skunk. I've even come close. Slime down off that horse and pick up your gun now. What will we do? No, we're going to get that cash back. Hey, look towards town. What? A posse. Come on, lay lettuce in that critter. We've got a travel. Get up. Get up there. Come on. The outlaws raced after the masked man and away from the posse in the distance. But from the touch on his reins, Silver knew that this was not a time to show his greatest speed. For some reason, his master did not want to out-distance a pursuit. They're still keeping us inside, old boy. Not too fast now. Let this rise then over it, old boy. Come on, Silver. Come on. Hail, Silver. On they raced. The lone ranger, the outlaws, the posse, higher and higher into the hills. The distance between them remaining always the same. Quite in sync could see the masked man every moment. The posse often lost sight of the bank robbers. They could make no effort to hide their trail, and the sheriff urged his men off. They haven't got away yet. Keep riding then. Remember that we wore the banker off it. Meanwhile, Dan and Tonto had been waiting for the masked man in the outlaws' camp. One hour, two hours. Then, faintly in the distance, they heard a clear call. Tonto, you hear that? Ah, me hear it. The masked man. Him ride, he pass. Just look at him come. That horse is making light and looks slower than molasses. Tonto, help me up, huh? Help me set up. You stay still. But thunderous, you know what Tonto say. But I want to know what's happened. Mask man come, him tell you. Gornet, hey, masked man! Hi! You stopped them crooks from robbing the bank? Did you, masked man? Did you? Oh, oh, there's a man. Oh, boy. You didn't. Oh, blessed at all. But I did better. Here, that bag contains the money they stole. Huh? I told you I could catch them if I wanted to. But I didn't. I let them rob the bank. And when they'd taken the money, I took it from them. You rockin' crook. Hold on, Dan. You misunderstood me. I thought you were on a- Listen to me and do your thinking afterwards. What? Tonto, can those bandages be taken off Dan safely? Will it harm him if we do? Can we make it look as if he'd just gotten those wounds? Tonto, fix it. Here, what's going on? The Whitey and Sigg aren't far behind me. No? I'll let them keep me in sight. They'll try to get this money back. I don't savvy. A posse's coming behind them. Yeah? We'll wait here for Sigg and Whitey. They'll ride into our guns. You'll do exactly as I say. And when the posse arrives, it'll meet with a surprise. With only one thought in their minds, the recovery of the stolen money. Whitey and Sigg rode straight into the Lone Ranger's trap. Get up there. Get up there. The masked man went to there. That's near our whole hideout. Then we got him. We know these hills inside out. Get up there. Get up on that. Keep your eyes peeled, pirate. There he is. Where'd them sharks come from? Hey, look. A rescue. And the masked man's turning back. What the shit? I'm not Sigg. It's a trap. Let them have it. We've got to fight our way out. The sheriff and his posse were nearing the woods that concealed the camp, and the outlaws started to shoot it out. The roar of gunfire put fresh heart into the man, and they're all gone on ahead. Them fellas must have run into trouble. It's near that wood. Get them over on, boys. Maybe we got them. Get in the water. Get in the water. Come on. Hey, sheriff. What? The shooting stopped. So it has. Get up. Get in the water. Get in the water. I'll just see him in a second if they cleared out again as soon as we get past these trees. Well, huh? Hey, fellas, look there. It's Dan Marlon. He's holding a gun on Sigg and Whitey. It was him stop them crooks. Yeah. Hold them, Dan. We'll be there in a second. Get it on. Come on. Get it on. Here's your prisoners, Sheriff. And here's James Cash. Take him both and welcome. My gosh, fella, did they shoot you up like that? Yep. Hey, this is a trick. There was a mass man. And a ranch king. They trapped us. Then left Dan to hold us here till you fellas show up. Hey, you could both of you try to talk to once. So you are raised, claimed two other gents caught you, huh? That's right. These two fellas, knowing you as bank robbers and knowing they'd likely be a reward for you caught you, then just rode off, huh? Well, listen, Sheriff. You armbars can stop wasting your breath. That's too thin. There's too much evidence against it. Here's Dan, all shot up when you fellas stand with your hands in the air and the cash laying there on the ground. Nope, that story don't go down. Hey, we shot up. Dan, you done a swell job. Thanks, Sheriff. Even though it ain't true. Shucks, you're just being modest. You've done more on a swell job, Dan. You turned around and helped Gabe here, the armbar that was going to take over everything you own. Going to? I think he'll change his mind. How much you say it was, you really owed him? $1,000, not a penny more or less. Now, Sheriff, you look to your right hand and second. But I can't. I tell you what you're going to do. You're going to let Dan have back his ranch. When you've done that, you're going to give him time to pay what you got coming. No, I won't. It ain't fair. I haven't done it. Boy, did you hear that? You know what Gabe says? Dan almost gets killed saving his money in yours and the banker don't seem to appreciate it. No, fellas, wait. Wait just one second. Well? Boys, I, when the sheriff said that about giving Dan back his ranch just now, I, well, that is the, he took the words right out of my mouth. Just heard as a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.