 horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hardy high old silver, the lone ranger. Outlaws roam the new territory and gun law rule the rain in the early days of the western United States. It was not until the masked rider of the plane started his great fight for justice that the honest ranchers found peace and security in their new homes. Without thought of reward, the lone ranger devoted his life to the establishment of law and order on the frontier, and the memory of his deeds will remain as long as the memory of the early west itself. Return with us now those thrilling days of yesteryear when adventure lay at the end of every trail. The lone ranger rides again. The Padre of the mission had long been a close friend of the lone ranger and had helped him on several occasions. As our story opens, the two men are talking in the little patio near the chapel and some of the people in town were surprised when you went there to help serve justice Padre. Someday my friend, and I hope it may be soon, the people of Pecos will build a church and let one of us go there and live among them. I hope so. There's such a need for it. If only there could be more like you to ride and fight in the name of justice. I pray for the time when there will no longer be any need of fighting. But you have returned. Forgive me for not asking sooner. But can I be of service? You remember I came before to ask about the murder of a man named Slocum? I remember. Before Carlos, who knew part of the plan for Slocum's murder, was executed for another crime, he talked to you. At great length. He wanted to make his peace. I told Carlos there were things he must do. Among them was to write a sign confession, telling what he knew about the murder of Senior Slocum. And he gave you that sign confession? He did. He told me to use it. If the time came when it would save another person from being punished for the crime. That's exactly it. Sam Slocum was thought to have taken his own life. That was a false accusation. He was considered a murderer. But my friend, that matter is closed. I showed you what Carlos left for me to show. Proof that Senior Slocum was killed by another. That, with the fact you knew, found the real murderer. And I understand he is now in prison. Here's not the matter closed. I went with you to Pekos. My word was believed. Padre, I want to take that note to Pekos with me. For the law to keep? No. There are a few people there who didn't understand the thanks. They didn't know that Carlos had given you that written in sign message. They think you violated a confidence. You wish to do this for me? Yes, Padre. I appreciate it, amigo. But I do not wish it so. You don't want me to show these people the proof that you did only what Carlos asked you to do? No. Those who know and understand me and my teachings would know the truth and would want no proof or explanation. They would have implicit faith in me and they would know that any one of my order would gladly choose death in preference to the violation of the seal of confession. You mind if I explain to some of those people? Explain, my friend, if you wish to do so. They will believe you. You need not take proof. But wait. I am glad to have you come here. Look, you see that man who comes from the chapel? Yes. I want you to know him, my friend. His name is Lawson. He is called Arizona. Lawson? Yes. He is a hunter, a good man, but one who rides alone. He might sometime need a friend. If he's your friend, you know he can count on me. And he could have no better friend than you. But come, let me introduce you. After the Lone Ranger left the mission, he joined Tonto. And as a two-road, he spoke about the young bounty hunter he had met. He was a likable fellow, Tonto. Him called Arizona. That's right. He's from Arizona. So that's what he calls himself. Him not staying one place long. No, he's restless. He travels around with his dog following the tracks of wolves. Bringing one down now and then and collecting the bounty for us. Oh. That's why I thought he might be of help to us from time to time. Isn't that good? He gets around a lot and learns a lot about outlaws and crooked lawmen. Ah, Tonto thinks it. What is it, Tonto? You hear? Sounds like the safe of Pecos. It comes plenty fast. Yes, faster than the safe of the horses on this sort of ground. Must be just around the bend there. Ah. There it is, Tonto. You look. Those horses are out of control. Driver not got range. Come on, Silver. Get him out the scout. Come on, Silver. Get on this side, Tonto. I'll circle in the far side. Get him out the belt. Get them range. Get over them, stranger. The lone ranger in Tonto raced alongside the six plunging terrors picking horses. The stage driver helpless had a hard time hanging onto the rocking, shaking coach. Working together, the masked man and his Indian friend ranged alongside the leading pair, ripped the reins by leaning far out of their saddles, and by sheer strength pulled the horses to a stop. Move, move. Any color. Any more, Elder. Any left, no more. Any left. Steady ground. Steady. Yeah. You all right, Tonto? I'm me. Me all right. There you are, driver. It's lucky your stage didn't tip. Sure is shooting as a miracle, mister. Here are your reins. Thanks. I don't think any of the gear is broken, but you'd better examine it. Hey, have you been wounded? Oh, just winged. I ain't hurt serious. But I reckon my passenger is killed. Oh, what happened? Tonto, look inside and see if you can help the passenger. No, no, Tonto, look. Got shot up a few miles back. I don't know who the critter was. He had his face covered. Like you. Land safe. I just noted that mask. Tell me some more. Now, look at here. There ain't nothing worth taking. All the highwaymen I could tolerate for one day. Take it easy. Put that mask on. I'm not going to try and rob you. You did give me a helping hand. I can't forget that. Lower inside. In, dad. Here, sir. Uh-huh. Oh, that's what I was afraid of. This mister is going to be hit awful hard about this. Tonto, have a look at the driver's wound. Uh-huh. Now get down from here, Redskin. Needn't climb up. Here to look at my wound. It ain't nothing. Did one man do the job? Yeah. Ouch! Hey there, Redskin, let me be. Tonto, look at wound. Did he steal anything? No, he didn't even search us. Just stopped the stage and threw lead into the banker. And when I tried to say something, he shot me. Where did this happen? Just a few miles back. You can see the place all right. The ground is pretty bad marked up from the hoof. Would you recognize the horse or the clothing of the man? Sharks, nine men out and ten around Pekos have the same sort of outfit. Woo, not bad. All right, Tonto. Get back to the saddle now. Now, can't I get on, stranger? I gotta get to town. I gotta report this to the sheriff. And I reckon I'll have to bust the tough news to poor Miss Whipple. She's the banker's wife. Go ahead, driver. He ain't going to rob me? I'm not a robber. Go on. Yes, sir. Get along there! Get! Tonto, it seems there is still a killer at large near Pekos. That's right. Wait, and fellow Arizona, what about him? I wonder if he might have seen anything. He was heading away from the mission. He might have passed the killer. Tonto, you ride out that way and see what you can learn from the tracks. I'm going to head into Pekos and see what develops there when the driver reports that murder. In Pekos, a little later that same day, the widow of the banker was with the sheriff. It's hard, Sheriff. Mighty hard. Whipple was as fine a man as ever lived. I know Mrs. Whipple. He helped them as needed it and was deserving of it. And all his red and studded papers from the east so as he could give the men around here free advice and lent most all his personal cash to the government for the war. Why did it have to be him? You gave me the names of three men, Matilde. It's one of them three. It's got to be. There ain't no one else who'd want to kill him. It was a spy murder. That's what it was. Jim Warrant killed for his money. He didn't have none on him that was worth the taken and Leif says they didn't even search him. He was killed for spite. We'll find the snake that done it, Matilde and string him from the highest tree in Pekos. It's one of them three. I know it. I sent men out to look over the scene and try and get a clue. It won't bring Jim back. But I'll feel us. I'd better to see the killer punished for it. The three you mentioned will be here a full all. I let word go out. I want to speak to them. If it ain't Sam Smead or Wendy Hogan, it's got to be Ben Hawkins. I'd stake my life on it. Here. I hear you want to see me. Yes, I do, Smead. Sit down, ma'am. Howdy, Miss Whipple. I'm, uh, right sorry about the banker. That ain't true, Sam Smead. Huh? You ain't a bit sorry. You're laughing in your sleeve about it. You had it in for Jim Whipple ever since he organized the men to beat you when you tried to get elected sheriff. There don't take eye to this. I don't know yet. Can you prove any alibi? Gosh, no, Sheriff. I was on the ranch to the word. Tell me you want to see me. Howdy, Sheriff. Come in, Ben. I am in. Here's Wendy. Hello. Ben, you had it in for Whipple ever since he wouldn't let you marry his daughter. Ever? You know it, Ben. You told him, then, that someday he'd be sorry. And you, Wendy, Whipple foreclosed the mortgage on your place. Yeah, sure. What about it? Where was you around noon? Me? Gosh, Sheriff, I reckoned home. Can you prove that? Gosh, no, I was there alone. And where was you, Ben? Why should I tell? Because one of you three shot and killed Jim Whipple. I didn't even know he was dead. Suppose you lie and say you're sorry. Well, sure I'm sorry. I was so right him when he wouldn't let Betsy marry me, but I got over that. Dead? Yes. Oh, Lave, come in here. Look at these three critters. Yeah, I see him. How's your shoulder now, Lave? Oh, shucks, that ain't nothing, ma'am. Does any one of these look like he might have been a killer? Well, no, I... You can't pin that on me. You're just guessing, Sheriff. Shut up. They're all about the size of the critter. I reckon any one of them might have done it. On the other hand, I figure it's more like you the jet the boy just came into town with. Who? There's some sort of a pilgrim or a bounty hunter or something. Where is he? He's riding a bay horse, and he hasn't got much of a story. Anyone know him? Nope, he claims his name is Arizona, and that's all the name you'll give out. You've got a pretty bad dog with him. He's probably the killer. Why'd the boys bring him in? Well, they found the dog tracks around where the stage was stuck up. They've seen where the dog had been tied, and it might have been why this Arizona fellow was shooting us up. They couldn't get no clues but them dog tracks, so they followed him and brought this hombre in. Where is he now? Well, they'll fetch him in. They ought to let us out. Not yet, it don't. This stranger ain't no reason that I know of to murder my husband. There's the dog. That's him. Where do I see him? Get that dog out in here. Take it up somewhere. Come on, stranger. The sheriff will want a lot of talk with you. Well, mister, what's your name? Just call me Arizona. That's all, sir. Did you murder the banker? Yes, that's just about the flamedest fool question I ever hear asked. Well, did you, didn't you? If I tell you I did kill the banker, you throw me in jail, have me hung. If I say I didn't, you throw me in jail anyhow, figuring I'm lying about it. What was you doing at the scene of the holdup? Looking around. Why was your dog tied up? That dog of mine's the best wolf hunter that ever lived. He helps me catch wolves that I collect bounty on. And after he gets one, I have to rope the critter. He'd tear it to pieces before I could get the ears that I got to show to collect bounty. I ain't got a notion to lock all four of you till we get to investigating this thing more complete. You all need to, Sheriff. Sheriff, what's the sign of the news? Take it easy. I can draw these guns faster than I have to. Where'd you come from, stranger? Arizona's the only man you'll have to lock up, Sheriff. Well, dog gone. A friend to shore arrived. Yeah. Here he says, Sheriff, lock him up. I ain't used to taking the word of a mask, man, mister. But you've been in Pagos before. You're the armory rider's a horse named Silver. Yes. But look here, Miss Tidy. Lock the man up. Hold him for trial. You hear that, boys? Take Arizona to jail and lock him up. And keep a tightrope on that dog of yours. Go on now. Get going. There you are, Mrs. Whipple. Reckon that'll clean up the murder of your husband. Sheriff, it ain't right somehow. What do you mean it ain't right? I don't know. That good-looking young bounty hunter ain't no murderer. Not if I know faces. Well, if the lone ranger says it's so, it's got to be so. I'd have heaps sooner believe one of their mother three critters was guilty. And besides, Sheriff, the mask man said to lock Arizona up. Sure. But he didn't say Arizona was the killer. 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 how to continue our story. With Arizona, the young bounty hunter whom the Lone Ranger had met at the Spanish mission, locked in jail and held on suspicion of murder, the other three suspects felt greatly relieved. After the sheriff had retired that night, the Lone Ranger entered his home and shook him gently by the shoulder. Well, what's the matter? What is this? Date morning yet? Wake up, Sheriff. I want to talk to you. Hi. Reepon Sassafras. It's you. Yes. It shakes a lot. What are you doing here, mister? I want to speak to you, Sheriff. Yet why do we can pay attention to what I'm going to say? I'm awake. I'm wide awake. What is it? You have Arizona locked in jail. Sure, but you told me to do so. Arizona's not the murderer. Hmm? Then what in Sam Hill did you tell me to lock him up for? So we could find the real murderer, huh? Town or wasn't town while you were questioning those three men. He told me about them. Yeah? Which one of the three do you suspect? Shucks. Any one of the three is likely to have been the killer, but you told me about Arizona. You told me to lock him up. Yes. Arizona did have his dog tied up near the scene of the murder, but that doesn't say that he's the killer. Well, who is? I don't know yet. But if the dog was there and Arizona was there, ain't that proof of that? Arizona came here while I was looking around. Todd and I stopped the stage as late may have told you. Yeah, he mentioned that. Town or came on to town and I went back to the scene of the murder. While I was there, Arizona came along. I'd met him just a little while before at the mission. Yeah? The two of us looked over the scene together, but we couldn't find a clue. Then we outlined a scheme. And Arizona came on here to get locked up? Yes. Well, dog, all of that don't beat all. Mrs. Whipple said she didn't think he was a killer. She was right. If he hadn't been such a good-looking young critter, he'd likely be lynched by this time. I had a hunch there might be a lynching tonight, but nothing's turned up. If you'll take all the suspected men with you and question Arizona in the morning, I think it'll lead to the capture of the real killer. How's that? Arizona knows what to tell you. Just do what he asks. If you say so, Mr. you'll see how it'll work out. And, Sheriff, there's something else I want to tell you. Yeah? Don't be surprised at anything that happens in the morning while you're questioning Arizona. It's going to be right neat to see you question him, Sheriff. Don't you might enjoy it, Ben. How about you, Wendy? Oh, sure. There's Sam. We let him in on a two. Hi, Sam. Yeah? Come on, come on with us. Where are you going? Going to the jail. We're going to question Arizona and see if we can't make him confess to the murder of Banker Whipple. Yeah. That suits me. Right down the ground. The more we have there to see the question, and the more nervous it's likely to make Arizona. Yeah. Well, I thought you were going to frame me for that murder, Sheriff. I won't frame no man. But I'll find the one who done it. Hope you got your keys to the jail. I never travel without him. That sure is a big dog, Arizona. Yeah? If we hang him, I'm going to sort her out the critter. It's a first-rate dog. Where's that boy, quiet down. Good morning, Sheriff. Arizona, I got some things to speak to you about. I figured you might have. You needn't think I'm going to admit I killed that man and that stagecoach. You didn't, Darn. Known? If you'll give me half a chance, I can find the one who done it. How is that? Wait, I'm going to open up the cell. Then you can come out and talk. All right, come on. Thanks, Sheriff. Now, what's this about you finding the one who done it? We've seen it. We? Meaning who? Me and my dog. You've seen it, Darn. Yep. The way that killer had his face covered up, might fool a man, but it wouldn't fool no dog. That dog seen the murder. That's too bad dogs can't talk. That's a likely story, Arizona. Maybe if we ask the dog, he'll tell us which one done this. Your chance can lay up, but that dog's powerful smart. Arizona, I'm going to give you a chance to confess the murder. You confess it, and you might get away with life in jail. If you don't confess it, we're going to hang you. Whether I done it or not, you're going to hang me, huh? I reckon you've done it all right. The masked man said to lock you up. He ought to know. Che, if you know where that killer took place, don't you? Yeah, what about it? You go to that place, then look to the south, about 200 yards or so, and you'll see an old dead tree. Oh, yeah? If you go to that tree, I got a notion you'll find your killer. What's he doing there? Can't tell you right now what he's doing. Maybe he's sitting waiting to confess, sir. I ain't saying he's there right now, but if you go there, you'll get the clue that'll find him. I promise you that. That's plumb crazy. No, taint. He had a spare horse tethered by that tree. The ground there is soft enough to see the hoof prints. Might be worth a trip out there just to satisfy my curiosity. I'd sure admire to see you go. Hey, somebody shot him. He come through that window. I see him in the gunfire. Get around outside of the place. He's running back in the jail. Don't let him get away. It was a mask man. There he goes. Shoot him. No, and I'm shooting at you. Blame fools. You can't drill a man right in at that speed. Why did you shoot Arizona? I wonder what that mask company has against Arizona. Sure was determined to see him killed. He's seen it was a chance of him getting out of this murder charge. He just drilled through the window. I guess this thing is getting complicated. Maybe me help. Where'd you come from, Redskins? What do you mean, help? What's that you say? Me help you. Shush that dog up. Quiet, quiet, quiet. Hey, you. Yeah. Take that dog away from here and lock him up. Me go. Look at fella inside. Yeah, go ahead and you can see how bad he's hurt. Tonto think maybe him dead. You wait here. No, we'll wait here till you come out. Not good. Well, the sheriff and the three men wedded for Tonto outside the jail. They watched the masked rider disappearing in the distance to strad a snow white horse. Then Tonto came out and said, you're not helping now. Can't help him, huh? I know. Well, boys, I tell you what I'm going to do. What's that, Sheriff? I'm going to take a posse and go to that tree Arizona school club. I'm just curious enough to investigate and see what he was talking about there. Yeah. Shucks. Hope you're anything there. Well, I guess not Arizona was the killer, but just the same. Oh, he sure must have been the killer. You boys got your horses and come along with me. You'll ride out the stage trail to where the holdup took place, and then head for the tree and see what we can find there. Get at least the driver to go along with us and a couple other boys. Tonto go too. Good enough, engine. You can go along if you want to. If anyone else wants to go, come on along. Get your horses and let's start traveling. But, Sheriff, what about taking up the trail of that masked rider? No, one thing at a time. If he killed the prisoner, we've got to get him. Who's giving orders around here, anyhow? You are. Them orders is downright confusion. You let that stranger shoot down the prisoner? Hey, folks had wanted you for, Sheriff. They'd have voted that way. Now shut up and come along. After racing away from the jail, the Lone Ranger circled back to where the big wolf-hunting dog was tied. The Sheriff and his posse had ridden out along the stage trail, and when they arrived at the spot Arizona had described, they left the trail and headed for an old dead tree some hundred yards away. I'm staking a lot on what you tell me, Donald. Isn't that good? Are you sure about Arizona? Uh, can't oh, pretty sure. I never heard the low cakes of killer in this way, but I'm willing to try anything if it'll bring the guilty man into the open. You'll see. Many soon. Hey, Sheriff, reckon that must be the tree over yonder, ain't it? That right, Sam. I'm telling you, Sheriff, that critter must have been local. Say we'd find the clues there. Oh, you'll see about that, Sam. It's just a waste of time. That's all. All this riding for nothing. You ain't afraid of being found guilty, are you, Sam? Why should I be if here? I don't know. Well, most of the tree, Sheriff. I got eyes, man. Arizona says it was hook marks there. Yeah, that's what he said. Well, the ground will have to be a heap softer than it is to show any hook, Prince. Maybe it is. Don't look so. Well, you'll see in just a couple of seconds. Uh, Sheriff, is this the place? Yeah, here we are. Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't spoil the tracks around here, fellas. Yeah, see. Yeah, don't see no clues. No clue here. What's that red skin? We can't find clue here. We won't? No. There are no hook print here. Then why in tarnation was we brought here? Me tell you. Well, go on. Dog a hunter. Sea killer. What about it? Dog, plenty smart. Him think Arizona dead now. What's that to do with it? You look yonder, near stage trail. Well, there's a mask, man. There's a white horn. He's got that hunting dog with him. What's the big idea anyhow? Dog know who killed banker. And dog think same fella. Kill Arizona. What about it? Dog come now. Him get killer. Him plenty bad dog. And him kill. Now, hold on. You can't let that dog come in a pack of men like this. The dog can't tell who the killer is. Him no. You mean to say that's the reason why he's all sent here? Huh? So the dog could get the scent of the killer from near the stage trail, then come here and pick that critter out in our group. Is that it? That's right. Well, maybe the dog can make a mistake. I don't see no sense to leave it to a dog. Now, hold on. Let's go get that mask, fella. He's got Arizona. Take it easy. Here come dogs. He's heading straight for us. Sure, they can't do this. He'll chop us up. Now, take it easy. Just take it easy. I don't reckon the dog will get the wrong man. He's got percent. That dog's a man killer. I'm going to shoot the critter. No, you ain't. Put that gun down. There ain't going to be no shots of fire. I'm trusting to the judgment of that dog. He's followed rules all over this part of the country. Now he's going to crack down a human wolf. By a thunderation if the dog can do that, I'll take my hat off to that mask man. The mask man killed Arizona. I'm beginning to have my doubts about that. Him not kill Arizona. Arizona not hurt. He heard it all? No. You find silver bulletin wall and jails. So that is why the mask man told me not to be surprised with anything that happened. I don't want to stay here and get shot up by that dog. Maybe you're the killer. Hey, hey. Don't let him get the... Hey, Whitney. What's the matter? Look at Whitney. Where's he gone? What's wrong with Whitney? He's heading for that tree. Hey there, Whitney. Come back here. He's trying to climb the tree. Don't let him get the... Look at the dog. He's gone right for the tree. He's picked Whitney. Don't let that dog get the... Don't let him get the... There comes the mask man now. The dog wants her in the tree. What do you make of that, kids? What do you make of it? The dog's picked Wendy Hogan as the killer of Banker Whippo. Let me down. Let me down here. Get that dog. The killer print. I don't let him get me here. Go, go, go. Go, go, go. The dog is picked Wendy Hogan. How about it, Wendy? You want to confess or are you going to stay up there until you starve? I don't let that dog get me. Don't let him get me. You're the one the dog's after, Wendy. Confess and we'll rope the dog so you can come down. I confess. I kill the Banker. I don't. I admit it. How about that, Sheriff? Is that confession enough? It certainly is. Wendy Hogan of all people. Try out. And he had us all on a suspicion. Come on down now, Wendy. The dog won't bow down. Quiet boy. Quiet. Tie the dog. Tie him up. The dog isn't after you, Wendy. He's after the carcass of a wolf that we'd ride across the ground and tied up in that tree. You'll see it hanging above your head. Well, I'll be dog gone, if this don't beat all. So it was the wolf the dog was after. Yes. You see, Sheriff, Arrowzone and I met on the stage trail. When Arizona told me how his dog would follow the track of a wolf, we decided to try a scheme to trap a human wolf. And you sure don't match? We got the killer Lone Ranger. And now if you want to take my keys, you can go and get your friend the bounty hunter out in jail. Here you are. Catch him. Yep. Arizona will be glad to hear that his plan worked. I.O. Silver. You have just heard, as a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.