 a 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. They reigned in their horses on a ridge overlooking a crazy quilted green and brown patched valley. Below them, the mountain trail twisted down the rock-ripped slope and straightened out along the valley floor. Then, from behind the sagebrush, which obscured the wagon road where it contacted the bottom land, they saw a stagecoach heading for the town of Mapleton. For a moment, the three horsemen sat without speaking, watching the stages at lumbered across the valley. They were the Lone Ranger, Tonto, and Dan, the 14-year-old boy who was the masked man's nephew. Is that the trail we take, the one the stagecoach is riding? Yes, Dan, as soon as the horse is arrested. Trail plenty dangerous for stage. You're right. With all those cliffs and sharp turns, anything might happen. And behind that sagebrush in the valley could be hiding a... I'll hose. Ah, then we're masked. Hey, they're riding to hold up the stage. It's an ambush. Come on, Silver! Get up there for them! Get up there for them! Get up! Get up! Get up there! Come on! Get back! Get up there! Get up! The better they show them, the shallower's drill them! Hold on! Hold on! Right in there, boy! I'll watch you, Lefty. Keep your hardware ready. I don't need a peep out of either of them. Maybe it's a trick. Come on, we'll have a look. Ah, it's no trick, Dutch. The dead is nailed, both the driver and the passenger. Some of that lead we were pumping got him permanent. That's what the boss wanted. That's not all he wants. Give me a hand with the passenger. I guess there ain't much doubt about him being Tom Arnold. Of course there ain't. He's the spitting image of his twin brother, Jack. What are we supposed to search for? A locket. A gold locket shaped like a heart. It's got a sweetheart's picture in it. I reckon we'll find it under his shirt around his neck. Hey, Dutch, look. Somebody coming. A masked man riding a white horse. And an engine and a kid. Get the locket quick. Here it is around his neck. I can't unfasten the chain. Let me pry the locket off of this knife. There, I've got it. Come on, let's get out of here. What's your hurry? We can stand him off. We'll riddle him from behind that stage. Not me. I've heard about that, Humphrey. Well, we'll give us a hint. Must be something special to make your high tailor so fast. He is. He's the lone ranger. The lone... Well, why didn't you say so? Come on, boys! Get out of there! Push him, boys! Get out of there! Get out of there! Are we going after the outlaw? Not right now, Dan. First we'll see if we can be of any help here. Uh-huh. Outlaws, get good start. At least we'll know where to look for them. They headed toward Mapleville. Uh, you look... What is it, Kimosabe? Them. Them dead. Gosh. Both of them. Is a passenger's wallet. Perhaps it will give us a clue to his identity. Well, that's strange. What you find? This wallet contains several banknotes. Yeah, I don't understand. When we were riding toward the outlaws, we saw him searching a passenger. They didn't hold up the stage for money. What did they waylay it for? Uh-huh. I don't know, Dan. Wait, here's a letter. It's addressed to Tom Arnold. There's the name of the person that sent it in the corner of the envelope. Jane Winthrop. Jane Winthrop. She owns more land than anyone in the county. Oh, what letters say? Tom Arnold and Miss Winthrop were to be married. Golly. Now he's dead. She'll have to be told. That's right. What's this? This chain around his neck. Something's been pried from it. The link's been forced open. See, maybe that's what the outlaws were searching for. Gosh, I wonder what it was. Me not, Noel. All right, Tutto. Unless... What you think? Yes, Silver. Come scout. What are we gonna do? First, we'll stand this stage right side up, Dan. Help me fasten a rope to this wheel and to the saddles of Silver and Scout. You bet. What we do, then? We're riding to Mabel in Kimosabe. You and Dan round up the horses and bring in the stage. I'm gonna head and run as much as I can before you arrive. Plenty dangerous. Outlaws know you. I'll take that chance. Ready, Dan? Ready. All right, Silver, pull. Pull, Scout. That's it, big fella. One last tug, Noel. Hal and Mapleton, Jack Arnold, twin brother of the murdered stage passenger, conferred with Lee Grimes in the latter's law office. Sit down and take it easy, Jag. We'll hold the floor. What's keeping Dutch and Lefty? Stop worrying. They'll be along with the job, Stan. No, they've been going long enough. I should've chained them lazy oars. But I reckon I know how you feel, and I know if a man has to wait for his brother to die. I don't like that kind of talk, Grimes. It's true, ain't it? You're sitting by while Dutch and Lefty send your brother to Kingdom Con. Your knees were knocking so loud that the wager you had even fancy you heard the shot. Shut up, I tell you. You'd get the willies bad, Jack. But it'd take a shot of liquor and stiffen you up. Yeah, I guess that's what I needed. Drink. That's better. There ain't no reason for you to get in such a stew. When the boys come back with that locket your brother wears, we'll be in the clover. What's the locket got to do with it? Hetulje. Jane gave your brother the locket when they were kid sweethearts. He gave her one just like it. The pictures are inside. I still don't see what the locket... If you hadn't jumped jail and lived out of town before all this happened, I wouldn't have to explain it to you. Never mind that. Stick to your story. Well, the kids made a vow that if both continued to wear their lockets when they grew up, they'd marry him. And then my beloved brother went away, huh? That's it. He figured he ought to make a fortune of his own before he was entitled to ask the richest girl in the county to be his wife. My noble brother. And you can bet he made the fortune, too. Tom always did get all the breaks. Don't make any difference whether he made it or not. All Jane cares about is whether he's wearing her locket. And acting as Tom, you'll be wearing it. Suppose she gets why? Can't she? You're Tom's twin, ain't you? Yeah. Tom's been away from Tom for five years. And you, longer. Most folks have forgotten Tom had a brother. I reckon he let him forget. Didn't want to own up to a brother who was a jailbird. Well, you're hard luck's over, Jack. This is one break that's right in your lap. I went to a lot of trouble to locate you. Don't worry, Grimes. I don't aim to forget what you're doing for me. You'd better not, Jack. You won't live to enjoy your sudden-prosperity. I'll assign you power to handle the girl's financial affairs just as soon as we're married. That's a ticket. When you do, I manipulate him so as we'll both be rich. Is somebody coming? I get in the other room. I don't want anybody seeing you do it already. What the? Oh, it's Dutch and lefty. Did you get the luggage? Yeah, here it is. Yeah. Yeah, let's sit all right. Take a look, Jack. There's a picture of the girl inside. Yeah. I reckon it better start wearing it. Sure. As soon as you start, as soon as we collect. What about the brother and the stage driver? They own body of Grimes. We drilled them both. Nothing stands in our way now. I'm not so sure, boss. What do you mean? Lefty and me were interrupted while we were finishing the job. They don't say they... Dutch and me were efficient for the locket when a masked man came along the trail on a white horse. A lone ranger. A lone... Are you sure? We were riding with an engine and a kid. There's no mistake in that combination, boss. If the lone ranger is on a trail, Grimes, I'm pulling out... Shut up! I didn't cook this deal for that masked character stepping in and spoiling the broth for the last minute. We ate late. And up all the boys you need pronto. Heard them out on the trail before that stage gets to town. And there, boys, the lone ranger and the two with them. Yes, that ought to do it. Come on, Lefty. I've got a feeling this is the end for that masked armory. It can't be too soon to suit me. Let's go. This time, make sure you finish the job. Yeah. If them bodies turn up in this town, we're finished. They won't turn up. Come on, Lefty. You wear that locket, Jag? Yeah. Good. We'll ride out to the girls' ranch. I'm introducing you to your future bride, the future Mrs. Tom Arnold right now. Some time later, a few minutes before Dutch and Lefty assembled a band of hard-faced men who wore their guns hung low in the fashion of professional killers, the lone ranger rode into Mapleton. Scarcely had he guided silver down the main street of the town, when the gunmen led by Dutch and Lefty whipped their mounts toward the valley trail. Unseen by them, the lone ranger urged his powerful white-style in toward the Jane Wither branch. Oh, sir. Oh, boy. Easy. This is one job I wish I didn't have to do, big fella. I'm not what you think. Now, this letter is yours. Yes. I wrote it to Tom. Where did you find it? On the trail. I, uh, I'm sorry to say I have bad news for you. Bad news? I don't understand. I found this. Who was it, Jane? I don't know, Tom. Tom? Yes, Tom Arnold, the man to whom I wrote this letter. What? My ass, Tom Brady. You're Tom Arnold? Of course I am. What businesses are the yours? I'm not sure. There's no mistake. I don't know what you mean. Of course there's no mistake. I have no Tom anywhere. Besides, he's wearing the locket I gave him years ago. Oh. Show it to him, Tom. All right, Jane. Not that it's any of his business. There. I see. The stranger gave me this letter I wrote to you. He said he found it on the trail. Huh? Oh, oh, the letter. Yes, I must have dropped it in the stagecoach. What did you mean, stranger, when you said you had bad news for me? I'd rather not say just now, Jane. But I... Did you meet the stagecoach yourself? No. Tom introduced himself to Mr. Grimes, the lawyer. Then they both came here. Grimes, uh... Now, see here, stranger. We've answered enough of your fool questions. I'm inviting you to leave. Very well. We'll meet again. Adios. That isn't the queerest thing. Now, don't you worry your head about it, Jane. Come on, Sylvie! Uh... I've got to go to town, honey. Business. Important business. Meanwhile, shielded by sagebrush in an arraia some miles from town, the gunman led by Dutch and lefty squinted narrowly at the stagecoach lumbering toward them along the trail and fingered the triggers of their six guns. Driving the stage was an Indian. Alongside, riding his own horse and trailing a paint was a boy. Don't see the lone ranger anywhere till you're lefty. Maybe he's riding inside the coach. It was a kid who'd be trailing his horse. I reckon you're right. Well, that's till he's escaped us again. They're almost down us. All right, boys, let him have it. Come on, boys! Let them shoot him down! The curtain falls on the first act of tonight's lone ranger story. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. To continue our story. As guns barked in the tight-lipped, tough renegades whom Dutch and lefty had rounded up for justice purpose, rode to meet the stagecoach, Tonto yanked hard on the reins, and Dan quickly brought his mount to a halt. Oh, oh, come on, Dan! Oh, boy, oh! Did they come, Tonto? You right. Take scout. Take scout with you. Me cover your escape. You right. Get him up, scout! He's right in the way! Pick him up! Don't let him escape! You're not cute, Dan! Look out for the red skin, lefty! He gets it first! Oh! Good, you got him! Oh, oh, boy! Oh! What about the kid? Let him go. He's scared green. He won't stop this side of the divide. We won't be bothered with him again. All right. Come on, lefty. We're taking care of Tom Arnold and the stage driver so nobody will ever see him again. And go for the red skin, too? No, as long as we didn't get the lone ranger. Maybe we can make use of his engine part. We'll take him back to town with us. All right, boys. Hop to it. Down the main street of Maverickton rode a tall man who sat on a white stallion. He was the lone ranger. With the clever disguise of mysterious herbs which he'd applied to his face and the rough clothes of a cow puncher concealed his true identity. He guided Silver to the hitch rail in front of the law office of Lee Grimes. Then dismounted, walked toward the rear door. Now, who is it? I want to talk to you, Grimes. That's not as important as why I'm here. Now, get to the point. Stranger, I'm busy. I will. What do you want with me? I've just come from Jane Winthrop's ranch. I met a man there who calls himself Tom Arnold. What of it? Well, the story is that he introduced himself to you as Tom Arnold and you took him to the ranch. That's right. I happen to know that man's an imposter, Grimes. What? What do you mean? That the real Tom Arnold was murdered in a stage hole up. I can't believe it. Yeah. Man, I met Sheridan that murder. How, uh... How do you know? Tom Arnold wore a locket when he was killed. It's now worn by the man who's impersonating him. You, uh, didn't see the murder. It, uh, might be dangerous for you, Grimes, if Arnold's imposter were exposed. What do you mean? He'd talk. Yeah. You can't threaten me. Who are you anyway? The rope penalty for murder, Grimes. Yeah. Huh. Now, make it with your while if you'll just keep your mouth shut. When? After the wedding. There'll be no position to pay you off. I see. Grimes, action left. He didn't ambush the Lone Ranger after all. He was just out to the ranch. What's that? Who's this? You came at the right time. You mean to say the Lone Ranger just paid a visit to the ranch? That voice. What about it? Seems to me I've heard this hombre speak before. Couldn't have been at the ranch, could it, when he was wearing a mask? Mask? That's it, Grimes. He's a Lone Ranger. Yeah. Disguised like a cowhand. He must have suspected you. Of course he did. He came for proof and he almost got it. That's your no mystery. What do you aim to do about it? Turn you both over to the sheriff? No, no, I won't. Shut up. I don't think you'll turn this over to the sheriff. You seem very sure. I am sure. That's how I run my business. Not leave anything to chance. See this? Bye. It's Tonto's. It's a feather he wears in his hair. Now you're getting smart. What have you done with him? The same as we're doing with you. Jumpy boys! What? That's lefty. Turn you men loose. You heard it, boys. Get him. This will hold you, Grimes. On your low, John. Come for you. Get that hombre. Rush him, boys. Get behind him, Dutch. I'll show him. That's the ticket. All right, rope him, lefty. I'll rope him like a bull steer. That Maverick's got fists like pile drivers. Grimes. Have me that water, John, lefty. Right here. Put it down, Jack, while you're at it. It's as cold as a mackerel. What happened? That water's bringing him around. It'll take more than water to revive the Lone Ranger. A cloud on the head, you fetch them, almost put him out for keeps. That's a sample of what's coming to him later. Tie that rope tight, lefty. Then take him in the other room and leave him with the engine. I got you, Grimes. My jaw feels like it's busted. Stay with lefty, Dutch. I want a word with Jack. Sure, boss. Come on, Jack. Let's go in the front office. Right, boss. Well, we're in the clear now, Jack. We couldn't have done a better job of snaring the Lone Ranger if we'd have set the trap ourselves. What about the kid? He won't bother us. That says the last he saw, the button he was hiding under for the mountains. Reckon you're right. All that remains is a wedding and signing these papers. What's that? These papers give me power of attorney. The authority to handle you and your wife's affairs is to see fit. All I need to make it legal is your signatures. Oh, nice of you. You'd tell Jane to meet you here in my office. Yeah, she ought to be here any minute. But the wedding don't come off until these papers are signed. You can't stop her now. It's set for the next... I'm making the plans around here, Jack. And I say the papers come first. What's there's all... That's her now. Remember your name's Tom. I hope I'm not late, Mr. Grimes. Of course not, Jane. Come right in. Tom's waiting for you. Hello, Jane. Hello, Tom. Well, tonight's the night, eh? It's a mighty big event for a maple and Jane. You're a wedding? I... Well, I shouldn't keep you waiting on your wedding night. The papers are all here. All you and Tom have to do is sign them. Mr. Grimes, may I... may I speak to you alone? I certainly... step into the next room with you, Tom. Yeah, if you say so. What is it, Jane? Mr. Grimes, I... I'm not sure I want to marry Tom. What's that? He... Well, he seems so different from what he was before he went away. Sort of hard. I mean, tough. He's not at all like the Tom I used to know. Well, now, Jane, after all, Tom's been away for five years, knocking about. Man's bound to go a little hard, living that way, and... well, he did it for you. He's still wearing your locket. Yes, I know. I guess I'm just being silly. That's your... Tom's a fine boy. Now, Jane, if you'll just sign right here. Oh, yeah. Very well. Yeah, that's fine. I think I'd better be getting back to the ranch. I've got a lot to do before the wedding. Will you tell Tom? Of course. Now, don't you worry a little head about it. Thanks, Mr. Grimes. Thank you, my pretty lady. Well, there it is, Jack. All I need to make it final is your signature. And the wedding. I left the door open. It's not like there wasn't going to be any wedding. Yep. It was thin ice, but it's all set now. But just be careful how you act tonight. I'll be careful. Till after the wedding. Where's them papers? It was some time later when the Lone Ranger regained consciousness and attempted to press his fingers to his throbbing head, only to discover that his hands were bound. Suddenly he saw a familiar form stir nearby. Tutto. Oh, good. You wake now. Where are we? We held prison in Grimes' house. You get bad blow on head. Yes, I... Advantage. You're wounded. Oh, bullet only grazed shoulder. It not hurt bad. Dan, where is he? Well, me not know. Outlaws ambush us on trail. Me tell Dan to escape. Him ride to mountains. I'm glad of that. Get to get out of here, Tutto. Almost time for wedding. You mean Grimes and Jack have already left? That's right. Then leave Dutch and Lefty to guard us. Don't they get free of these ropes? Oh, me try that. Ropes tight and platy tight. Only hope is Dan's. Oh, him come. Me feel sure. Just Dutch and Lefty. Well, what do you know? The Lone Ranger's got his eyes open, Lefty. He might as well. Tonight's the last time he'll have a chance to use them. Yeah. Soon as Grimes gets back, we're holding a special party in honor of you two. Well, we're going to marry you to a coffin. Well, they don't seem to be very talkative tonight, Lefty. Maybe we ought to teach them to be more social. Sure. Oh, maybe they're just shy and need a little encouragement. Like the hot end of a burning stick. We don't want them to be wall flowers. Take one of them brands out of the fireplace. Anything to oblige. Dutch and Thunder. Dutch, it's a fireplace. Looks like it's blowing up. Let's get out of here. Wait. Wait, I know what it is. A bullet. One of them just rolled down the floor. One of them was on the roof, dropping bullets down the chimney. I'll pump it full of lead. Come on. I'm with you. I came as quick as I could. Good work, Dan. Can you cut these ropes? You bet. I've got my knife right here. Hurry. You're free. I'm going to get Tatto. They come back. Let me fast. We'll be ready for them. Here they come. You're free, Tatto. I'm not good. Lefty, the kid. He's free. They'll arrange your engines. Drill them. No, you don't. Last shoe, I'll take this. Tie them up, Dan. We're taking them with us. Now, Jane, Tom, come up here and join hands. That's fine. Now, repeat after me. Wait. Don't read it. I thought he was... No one moves until I've had my say. Just what do you mean by this interruption, stranger? Sheriff, the man you know is Tom Arnold. He's an imposter. He's really Tom's twin. Jack Arnold? Yes. That's a lie. You've got no proof. Jane, have you a letter from Tom? Yes, I have one right here. It's the last one I wrote. I have a document here signed by Jack as Tom Arnold. We found it in Grimes' office. You can see for yourself that the signatures are not the same. A dog gone if he ain't right. And this same document, Sheriff, will prove to you that Grimes conspired with Jack to swindle Jane out of her well. That's a frame up. I don't know anything about it. I'll be the judge of that, Grimes. Then Tom, what about him? Tom is dead, Jane. Dead? What do you mean, stranger? He was murdered along with the driver of the stage that was bringing him to Mapleton. Show the prisoners, Tutto. Don't you lift it. Grimes and Jack planned the murder, Sheriff. Dutch and lefty carried it out. That settles it. I am jailing the four of you. And I am aiming to see your hand. Let me, you won't... Glory be to you. You won't be using that hand to shoot with again, Grimes. Boys, take care of these hombres. I'll meet you at the jail. I'm sorry, Miss Jane. That's all right, Sheriff. I'm glad he isn't Tom. I thought Tom had changed and I didn't know him anymore. Now I'm glad I know the truth. I must thank the Lone Ranger.