 Firey horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hockey-hio silver, the Lone Ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tuttle, the daring and resourceful mask rider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. 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. The eastbound stage, destined for mineral springs, was on schedule. Since it was carrying neither cash nor gold, there was no guard riding shotgun. So the only passenger had chosen to sit in the empty place beside the driver. Though the frog the traveler was obviously an easterner, he was well known in many parts of the west. His name was Horace Greeley. Get on out! Mr. Greeley was keenly interested in the country about him. As he saw the horizon, the celebrated editor said, This is Indian country, isn't it, Reverend? That's right. Don't worry about it. Waxhaw and his braids have been living in peace for a long time. Are we likely to beat any of them? No. The Indians keep it themselves, Mr. Greeley. Where do they live? Oh, in the hills to the north. I'd like to meet the Indian chief. I have heard that Chief Waxhaw is a mission educator, Red Skinny. Well, I'll be... What's wrong? Look on the trail ahead. The tree seems to have fallen. All in nothing. That timber was cut. It was chopped down and laid across the trail to block the stage. But why? Because it's a stick-up. If I stop with that tree, we'll meet a couple of outlaws. And sure, you're born. But you'll have to stop. Well, maybe not. I might be able to whip the horses around the soft ground beside the trail. Hang on, Mr. Greeley. Very well. Get on there! The horses turned sharply from the trail as the wheels of the big concorde struck the soft ground. The vehicle tipped and overturned. The startled team of horses stopped in their tracks, caught in a tangle of snarl traces. Please and his two companions spurred their mounts and rolled from the cottonwood grove where they had been watching. Mr. Greeley. Mr. Greeley, are you all right? Well, it's sad from a few superficial cuts. I'm all right. What about you? I'm not hurt. Although I'm sizzling mad. I turned too sharp. That's what happened. That's it. That's it. Don't reach for your sticks. They're both covered. Hey, women. We call the pulled cats outlaws, Mr. Greeley. I smelled them as soon as they saw that tree down across the trail. On your feet, driver. You too, Mr.... And keep your hands up. You critters have made a mistake. We're not carrying cash or gold. Where's the strong buck? We don't have one. Already told you there is no money shipment aboard this stage. Do it. Try to save something when you drove off the trail. Now I wanted to save meeting a couple of stunts. Logan, look inside the stage. See if there's any passengers or baggage inside. Right. Spice, take their guns. I'll keep them covered. Sure thing, please. I'll take you a six-shooter and make sure you haven't got a sneak gun. I don't carry a sneak gun. Yes, so I see. All right, missing out your turn. I'm not armed. Hey, what's this? My wallet. Well, I'll keep it. And likewise, your watch. I suppose it would be useless to protest. It would. There was nothing inside of this set. That satchel is mine. It contains a few articles of clothing and notes that are of no value to you. Search it for money and jewelry if you wish. You're taking with us. No, no. Don't take my notes. They're worthless to you. Come on, boys. We'll hit the satellite. Please, I beg you. Leave my notes. Don't take them with you. No, you can't use your hands. Come on, come on. Yeah, it's no use, Mr. Grilly. Those critters are getting away. My notes. I'm downright sorry this happened. I got orders from the manager of the stage line to see that you'll each minnow spring safe and sound. That's why I wanted to sidestep those out hoots. I know you did your best to have them. They got your baggage, your wallet, your watch, and my notes. They're more important to me than anything else. As Horace Grilly mourned the loss of his notes and the grizzled old driver surveyed the damage to the big Concorde stage, the Lone Ranger and Tahoe were traveling at a leisurely pace toward mineral springs. Shortly after the robbery, they sighted the overturned stagecoach and the two men standing beside it. He must hubby. What happened to stage? It's overturned, Tahoe. Maybe he'll broken. We'll try to help those men. Come on. When Mr. Grilly and the stagecoach driver heard approaching hoops, they turned hopefully toward the sound. Hey there! Help! Help! Give us a hand! It's cut one of those women's masks and the other's an Indian. You have all the dratted bad luck. I've had enough today to last for the rest of my life. Well, is anyone injured when these stage overturned? Driver and Tahoe were the only travelers. Well, Mr. Grilly. You know me, sir? I know you. I know you. I know you. I know you. I know you. I know you. I know you. You know me, sir? Of course. I've seen many pictures of you. I heard you were in the West. I journeyed as far as California. Now I'm on my way home. If you and your Indian friend are here to rob us, you'll arrive too late. We're not here to rob you. You wouldn't be here if I had my six-shooter. The three polecatchers beat your tours, clean this out. I don't understand. We've been robbed, sir. Tell me about it. You see that tree across the trail? Yes. Three half-laws cut it down, figuring to stop the stage. I tried to turn off the trail to avoid stopping, but I outsmarted myself. Stage overturned. As briefly as possible, the driver and Horace Greeley explained what had happened. When they had finished, the lone ranger asked, Would you be able to identify the thieves? Their faces were covered with bandanas. They got away with my gun, Mr. Greeley's watch, the wallet, the satchel, and likewise, some note she had. Loots that represent weeks and months of work. They're the only record I have of this journey. I had planned to use them as basis for a series of articles when I reached New York. The loss is irreplaceable. Say, shall I, Mr. Greeley? I don't savvy why you're so fucking up about losing some notes. It'll be easy to remember what you wrote. Remembering all of it would be a hopeless task. There were facts and statistics, observations, interviews, and detailed remarks, without which it would be impossible to do the series I planned. I tried to persuade the thieves to leave my papers, but even though the papers will be worthless to them, they took them. I'll look for the tracks of the men who robbed you. I may be able to trail them and recover your notes. I know you'll be needed here. I'll meet you later at our old campsite near Waxhall Indian Village. Butch my notes if you find them. Do not worry about papers. If lone ranger find them, him return them to you. A lone ranger? I've heard about a man called the lone ranger, but I didn't believe he existed. You mean to say the mask man's a lone ranger? That's right. He did call his horse Silver. How we fix stage? If you'll give me a hand, I'll show you. I'll help you. As soon as I remove my coat, I'll help you too. But the train was working. We'll have the stage ready to travel in short order. It was sundown when the repaired stage moved slowly into the town of Mineral Springs. Meanwhile, in the hills north of town, the three outlaws had stopped to assess the loot of the afternoon's work. Yeah, watch a wallet, a bag of outsized clothes, some papers, a six gun and $50. About $16 for each of us. Yeah, hardly enough to pay for the risk we took. Blaze, why didn't you tell us there'd be no cash or gold on the stage? I didn't know any more about it than you did. I figured there'd be three or four passengers to rob as well as a strong box. Instead of that, there was no strong box and only one passenger. It's satchel's no good to us. Neither is clothes or papers. I'm beginning to wonder about that, Logan. What are you talking about, Spice? These cards of identification in his wallet. Take a look at them, please. The easter is named Greeley. Horus Greeley. Hey, I've heard of him. It says in this card that he's the editor of a New York paper. Yeah, the tribute. These notes are his. Here's our configure. They tell all about his trip. And that's why he was so anxious to hang onto him. Yeah. He didn't raise any ruckus when we took his watch and his wallet. But he was downright worried about losing these papers. He must be worth a lot to him. In that case, he'd pay a lot to get him back. I figured the same thing, please. I'll put these papers in my saddlebag. We'll find Greeley and tell him if he wants his papers, he can have them for a price. Don't be a jughead. If we go into town with those papers and the law catches us, we'll be jailed for robbing the stage. Do you have a better idea? Yeah. What is it? There's a cave in the hills, not far from the engine's village. You two go there and take the papers with you. What about you? We'll go to Mineral Springs and look for Greeley. When I find him, I'll tell him we have his papers, and we're willing to sell them back to him at the right price. What's to prevent him from having the law follow you when you leave town to meet us in the cave? I'll tell him the papers will be burned if I'm held, or if our lawman goes near the cave. Hey, I savvy your idea. Logan, you know how to find the cave? Yeah. It's that big opening on the side of Indian Head Mountain. That's it. I'll meet you there after I've talked to Greeley. We'll be looking for you. Is he steady there, boy? What about Greeley's clothes? No, goodness. So long, Spice. Out of yours, please. I apologize for saying the holdup wasn't worth our trouble. The four worths to with Greeley, we'll have plenty of cash to show for this afternoon's work. Get it, get it, get it. The lone ranger had trailed the three stage robbers to the place where they had stopped to examine their loot. He picked up the clothing they had discarded and placed it in the satchel he found nearby. Then he studied the tracks on the soft ground. Two of the outlaws had ridden into the hills while one man turned in the direction of town. Greeley said he's smart. The lone ranger decided to follow the solitary rider. Darkness was falling when the masked man saw his Indian companion riding toward him. He drew rain. Oh, oh, he's a steady big fella. Oh, Scott, oh fella. Oh. Oh, did that thing Greeley reach town safely? Ah. He leave him at hotel. A driver leaves one with Sheriff and Posse to make him to see the robbery. Sheriff say him try to follow tracks with these. The darkness is coming. He'll not be able to follow them far. Him say him follow tracks by moonlight if him have to. Everyone in town, plenty mad when they find out about robbery. You have trouble trailing outlaws, Kusabi? I'm following one of them now. What happened to other two? Their trash continued north from the place where they stopped in the hills. Plenty hard to follow trail in the hills. That's why I decided to follow the man or perhaps you saw him. Well, the pass rider may be him fella you look for. He may be tunnel, what'd he look like? Well, him tall, thin fella. Him ride big gray horse. Well, here are the tracks of the horse I've been following. Ah, me sim. Ah, tracks the same as gray horse may pass. And he is one of the stage robbers. Not right. Where'd you find Satchel? In the hills where that rider and his friend stopped. I found Mr Greeley's clothing there, too. What about papers? I didn't see any papers. Maybe fella who go to town know what happened to him. You go after him. You'll be able to recognize him. That's right. And me think it's safe for you to go to town with mask, he must have been. Driver tell Sheriff, you lone ranger. Who identified me to the driver? Well, me tell him what mask means. I thought so. It will be dark when we reach town and I'll kind of avoid being seen. A fella named Greeley have room on first floor hotel. It plenty easy for you to reach window hotel without being seen. Good. I'll return his Satchel clothing and tell him we've made some progress. Let's go, Tutto. Get him out of town. Come on. When Spice reached General Springs, he found everyone in town discussing the robbery of the celebrated editor. It's a disgrace when a man like Greeley's rod. The sheriff better capture those crooks. He'll be out of a job after election day. Mr Greeley will go back east and tell what happened to him and he'll have plenty to say about our community. With his influence, what he says will be published and all the papers around here. Folks in east will think the west is insane. Our boys listen. The sheriff's doing his best. He's out looking for those pole cats. He said he wouldn't come back to totally find them. Well, he better find them and when he catches the farmers, we're gonna string them up. Standing on the hotel porch, watching the aroused mob, Spice decided he had better move cautiously. After learning where to find Horace Greeley, he waited outside the hotel until darkness was complete and most of the people were in their homes in restaurants and cafes. When he saw a light appear in the window of the editor's room, he entered the building and went directly to room number four. He knocked on the door. Miss, what is it? Are you alone, Mr Greeley? Yes. Then I'll step in and wait. Who are you? Last time I saw you, I had my face covered. You? Dark hall for help. Good. That's right. I'll use it if I have to. Where did you come here? They offered to return the papers we took from you. My notes? Yeah. Do you have them with you? Oh, I'm not that local, Mr Greeley. My partners have them. And they're in a cave. They sent me here to say we'll return your papers for $10,000. But that is great. Do you want them or don't you? Well, of course I want them. You'll recall them without paying rent. In the window. Best man. Dr. Gunner, I'll break your arm. Both Spice and Horace Greeley turned in amazement to the open window where they saw the Lone Ranger. The mask man's coat was in his hand and beside him stood Tonto, who also held a gun. When he realized that he was covered by two guns, Spice knew that it would be suicide to try to shoot. All right. I'll drop my gun. Now raise your hand. You climb in the window, King of Sabi. Get gun. Go ahead, Tonto. I'll keep him covered from here. As soon as Tonto was inside the room, he picked up the outlaw's gun and stood down guard while the Lone Ranger entered. Mr Greeley, I apologize for my unusual entrance. This is easier than walking through a crowded lobby. The apologies are unnecessary. I'm glad you weren't taught to arrive when you did. This man... We overheard his conversation. Then you know he's one of the stage robbers. Yes, we followed him to town. When Tonto saw his horse, the hitch rail outside became suspicious. They came here to return your satchel and your clothing. But, my note... This man must have been telling the truth when he said his partners are holding them. I was telling the truth, all right. Those notes will be destroyed if anyone tries to go near the cave to get him. Where is the cave? I'm not talking. If we turn this man over to the townspeople, they'll find a way to make him talk. Oh, uh, what do you mean? I heard them talking about the robbery. They want to lynch the thieves. What? Now, it nearly I'm opposed to them. No, no, I'm entitled to a fair trial. If the people learn the truth about you, you may not live long enough to go on trial. But hangings for murders and horse thieves... Tell that to the mob. Now, let me out of here. Why are breaking our chute? The sound will bring people to investigate. Yes, that's right. No. A lynch mob has you. You may wish I'd shot to kill. Well, what do you want me to do? Tell us where my nudes are. Well, they're in a cave. What cave? Well, it's north of here, on the side of Indian Head Mountain. The place is about three miles from Waxhall. As Spice described, the huge cave that was surrounded by boulders higher than a six-foot man. The low ranger and Tonto realized that the outlaws had chosen to hide in a place they knew well. Tonto exclaimed, Yes? That cave where we camp many times. Cave not far from Chief Waxhall's Indian Village. That's right, Tonto. You know the place? Yes, sir. We'll get the sheriff and go there. You can't do that for two reasons. Oh? First mob pals will set fire to those papers as soon as the lawman goes near the cave. In the second place, I know the sheriff's out of town. Yes, he's right. The sheriff is searching for the stage robbers. He vowed he wouldn't return until he captured them. I see. Tonto, the jailer's next door. Take this man out the rear door of the hotel and through the back entrance to the jail. He's happy. In that way, no one see him. That's right. If there's a deputy on guard, explain the situation and ask him to hold the prisoner until the sheriff returns. I'll wait here for you. When Tonto returned to the hotel room, he reported that Spice was behind bars and that the deputy on duty had promised to keep the prisoner's identity a secret until the sheriff reached town. I'm glad of that. In spite of my efforts to frighten him, I don't want to see any man litched. What we do now came a sunny. They go to Indian Head Mountain. To the cave? Yes, but first we'll call on Tonto's friend Chief Waxhaw. We need his help to recover your papers. During the last hour of darkness, Spice and Logan were waiting anxiously in the mountain cave for Spice to return from town. Neither Spice nor Logan knew that the lone ranger and Tonto were concealed behind trees and boulders some distance from the cave. With them were Chief Waxhaw and two of his braves. The masked man was explaining his plan. I'll Tonto make you wait for those boulders beside the entrance to the cave. Me savvy. We wait till moon go down, then move in darkness. Right. Take your positions. Keep out of Sashin till both of the men are out of the cave. Me do it. We help Spice friend. Chief Waxhaw, I'll ride the silver toward the cave, but I'm close to it. I'll drop them aside and you and your braves will ride after me. Daylight was breaking when Blaise and Logan heard the sound of approaching hooves. Logan, listen. I hear hoofmeats. There must be Spice. Lot of time he got here. Get your gun ready, just in case it's someone else. Right. Now look outside. Yeah, you cover me. Don't worry, I know what to do. Is it Spice? No. That's the sheriff. Now take it easy. The masked man, he's traveling fast. You see him yourself in a minute. Hey, that boy stumbled. The masked man's down. Blaise, listen, here come more riders. Maybe the sheriff and the posse are chasing that gent. Travelers of the devil were chasing him. Let's watch and see what happens. If anyone starts toward the cave, you know what to do. Right. Keeping well back inside the cave, the two outlaws watched the masked man get to his feet. He appeared to be badly hurt. He was making an effort to guide his horse from the trail before the approaching riders came into view. When he succeeded in concealing the big white stallion, Blaise and Logan saw him fall, apparently unconscious. Then they saw the pursuing riders. Logan, it's Indians. Three of them. They rode right past the masked man. Didn't even see him. He was not moving. He must have been stunned when he fell. He has a mighty fine horse. I'd like to own that critter. Come on, Blaise. Let's see if the masked man has any cash on him. He has. We'll take it. From his place of concealment, Tato heard the two men leave the cave. Without making a sound, the Indians stepped into the open with his gun drawn. At the same moment, the lone ranger stood up. Logan and Blaise had their weapons ready. You're covered, mister. And you covered. At the sound of Tato's voice, the two outlaws turned their heads. They saw Tato's gun pointing at their backs. The lone ranger took advantage of the interruption to draw his coats. Dr. Guns are on fire. You two as masked men say. We're in the middle, Blaise. Drop your gun, Logan. Keep him covered, Tato. I'll go into the cave and look for Mr. Greeley's notes. Ah, me keep him covered. That masked man's not hurt. We saw his horse, don't we? Hi, Tato. The masked man only pretend to be thrown. He's not hurt. Logan, he said he's looking for Greeley's notes. We've been tricked. Tato. You and Masked men catched groups. That's right. Keep wax off. Logan, it's the three Redskins we saw riding to the cave. We figured that he... And you figure wrong. Keep hands up. Hey, we heard gunplay. What's going on here? Who are you? I'm Sheriff Bates. A middle of springs. Get your hands up, Mr. Sheriff, this mask doesn't mean I'm an outlaw. These two are the men you want. They rob the stage. If you search them, you may find the watch and wallet they stole from Mr. Greeley. Oh, Hank. Hey, search the critters. Right, Sheriff. You find papers from Cave King, Masami? Yes. They're in the saddlebags. What papers are you talking about? Horse Greeley's notes. They're in the cave, Sheriff. You know Mr. Greeley? I met him yesterday. Well, then you're the mask man he and the driver were talking about. That's right, Sheriff. Well, in that case, I'll host you my gun. Sheriff, here's Mr. Greeley's watch and here's his wallet. They'll put handcuffs on those two critters. We'll take them back to town. All right. Thanks to you, Mr. we'll be able to take two prisoners back to town after a nice work trail. Maybe they'll tell us where to find their partner. Their partner's in jail in Mineral Spring, Sheriff. In jail? You'll find him when you return to town. Chief wax off. Thanks for your help. Me glad help, friend. Now that crooks caught, we hope time to visit our village. Ah, me go back to village with ya. What about you, Mr. Well, Sheriff, I'll turn Mr. Greeley's notes over to you. Not on your life. You deserve the credit for capturing the pole cats and recovering Greeley's watch, his wallet and those papers. You'll want to thank you for what you've done. You come with us to town. Late that morning, the lone ranger, the Sheriff and his posse reached town with the prisoners. After Blaze and Logan were behind bars, Horace Greeley stood in the Sheriff's office with his wallet, his watch and his precious notes on the desk in front of him. The editor turned to the masked man and said, Now I'll be able to do the series of articles about my journey. Thanks to you, sir. If there's anything I can do to pay you for recovering my notes. I look forward to reading your articles, Mr. Greeley. I'm serious about rewarding you. It's rewarding enough to have been able to serve a man in your position. My position? I don't understand. You're in a position to tell the young men and women of America about this great country, the new country beyond the Mississippi. In the West, we need only one thing. What's that, sir? We need men, Mr. Greeley. Men of courage and stout hearts who will come here and settle, build homes and communities. Believe me, stout-hearted men. Men like you serve, sir. Adios, Mr. Greeley. Adios, sir, and thank you. Goodbye, sir. Goodbye, mister. Thanks. Well, Mr. Greeley, I figured you'd want to thank the masked man for what he did. I do, Sheriff. And now I know how to thank him. Eh? When I return to my desk, I'll give his message to the youth of America. I'll say, go West, young man. Go West.