 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hockey-hio silver, the Lone Ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mask rider of the planes let 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. Dan Reed, teenage nephew of the Lone Ranger, was returning to join his friends after a visit some distance away. He sat in the passenger car of the train next to a man who wore a short beard and side whiskers. No words were spoken between the two until the train approached Rockville, Dan's destination. Then the man stood and reached to take his baggage from the rack overhead. A small black bag fell to the floor beside Dan. I'll pick up your things, sir. Let him alone. I'll pick them up. I'm sorry. I was just trying to help. Forget it. He must be a doctor. No. No, I'm not. I'm a salesman. I sell medical instruments. Oh. I think I've found everything. I didn't mean to be sharp with you, sir. Well, that's all right. Are you going to Rockville? Yes, sir. You live there? I'm staying there for a while with friends. But you are familiar with the town. Oh, yes, sir. Is there a good boarding house there? Well, there's several. Mrs. Jackson's is the best, I think. Good. Thanks. Rockville. Rockville. Extra. Do you think you could take the time to show me the way to the Jackson place? Oh, it's easy to point, sir. The last toss-up Main Street from the station on the left. Thanks, sir. Goodbye. Bye, sir. Then we'd left the train and met Tonneau, who waited nearby with the horses. Hello, Tonneau. Oh, Dan. It's good to have you back. You have a nice time. Yes. But I'm glad to be back, too. I miss Victor especially. Victor, miss you. We leave now. Go to camp. Get the boys. Get the boys. Get them up. Come on, Victor. Dan and Tonneau soon arrived at the camp in the hills where the Lone Ranger was waiting. Hold on, Victor. Hold on. Hold on. Well, Dan, it's good to have you back. Did you enjoy your short stay with Clairville Hallblow? Yes, sir. Thunder Martin spent most every evening there. And the way he and Clairville talked to each other, you think they were about to come to blows. Clairville and Thunder are the best of friends. They have to be known to be appreciated. That's right. Did you see anyone on the train you knew, Dan? No, sir. I sat with a man who was going to Rockville. He wasn't very friendly. Some people don't take well the strangers, Dan. But I didn't try to talk to him. He dropped a small black bag and the instruments in it spilled. I started to pick them up and he told me to let them alone. I was only trying to help. I'm sure you were. You mentioned instruments. Well, that's right, sir. The kind doctors use. Oh, he's a doctor then? Well, that's what I thought. But when I asked him, he said he was a salesman. That he sells medical instruments. That salesman of medical instruments would never make a living here in the far west, Dan. Doctors are few and far between. Those who have come out here have come prepared to practice. Right? That's what he told me. Well, perhaps he resented you asking questions. Maybe. He apologized right after. You say he left the train at Rockville? Yes, sir. The only doctor there is old Dr. Cushing. In fact, he's the only doctor within a hundred miles of here. Ah. Better not get rich selling Dr. Cushing, the instrument. I'm sure that Dan's traveling companion is here for some other purpose, Tonneau. I wonder why he told me that. I wonder too, Dan. The lone ranger and tato stopped in the neighborhood of Rockville for two weeks to rest the horses and to repair worn riding gear. During that time, Dan Reed took another trip to visit old friends. Two days after Dan's return, he went to the general store in Rockville for supplies. Who, who, Victor? Who are you? Who are you? I'll help you take your packages out to your buggy. I think I can manage it. Let me help, ma'am. Well, now that's right. Nice to see you, son. Here, you carry the bag of sugar. All right. There, you're a muddy, polite boy. Follow me. The buggy's right over there. Yes, ma'am. This is it. Oh, now, Jenny, be patient. That mere Jenny hates to wait a minute. There, put that bag in front, son. All right. Thanks for the help. What's your name? Dan Reed. And Mrs. Jackson. I own the boarding house at the end of Main Street. Yes, I know. I sent you a border. A man I met on the train. Let me see. Oh, yes, he must be the tall, slim man with the short beard and whiskers. And Mr. Bob Fawkes. I don't know his name, but the description fits him. It was nice of you to send him down. But, well, he's a strange one. Though he does pay promptly and well. I don't know much about him. He asked about a place to stay and I told him about your place. You know, Dan, outside at the time he came to ask for a room, I really haven't set eyes on him. He never leaves his room. What about his meals? He paid me to have his meals sent to him in his room. Pays for everything in advance, but stays away from everyone. Gosh, that's strange. That's just what I say. It's very strange. Of course it's not up to me to question my rumors as long as they pay up and behave themselves. I suppose not. He asked for the best room in the house so I gave him the back room on the ground floor. Charged him plenty, but he paid without arguing. Well, thanks for helping me, Dan. I'll be getting back. It'll soon be time to feed a lot of hungry boarders. Goodbye, son. Bye, Mrs. Jackson. Get up there! Get up! Dan Reed went back into the store and bought his supplies. When he returned to camp, he found the Lone Ranger and Tato studying several handbills the Indian brought from town earlier that day. Dan told of his conversation with Mrs. Jackson. When he finished, the Lone Ranger remarked, That stranger at the Jackson boarding house interests me, Dan. He must have some reason for avoiding people. That's right. Even Mrs. Jackson thinks he acts strangely. She said his name is Bob Thorne. That's right, sir. Give me those handbills, Tato, please. I remember one of these. Here it is. What does it say? Listen. Wanted for murder, Dr. Thorne Roberts, 35 tall, slim, clean, shaven, dark hair. Notify United States Marshals St. Louis. You think teller named Thorne, Wanted for murder, chemist lobby? It's possible, Tato. His handbill was two months old. He could have grown his short beard and whiskers in that time. Also, there's a similarity in the names. Thorne Roberts, Bob Thorne. Gosh, he was carrying medical instruments, too. That's right, Dan. He was upset because you saw them. And what you do? First, I'll telegraph the Marshals St. Louis and get more details. Then I'll try to prove that the man in town is Dr. Thorne Roberts. After the Lone Ranger prepared a message, Tato took it to the telegraph office in Rockville and had it sent to the United States Marshal in St. Louis. How soon you get answers? I can't tell you, Indian. That message has to be relayed to St. Louis. It might be hours before the answer comes soon. I'll be back later. Don't make it too soon. I'll tell you how long it'll take. Come back after supper. Meantime, Dan Reed, who had written to town with Tato, waited at the hitch-rack outside the telegraph office. Dan saw a horseman galloping into town. The man grew rain when he saw Dan. Hey, hey, hey! Hey, son, where'll I find Dr. Cushing? Third house on the right, beyond the hotel. What happened, mister? Some kind of epidemic broke out over Milton. Getting worse, and there isn't any doctor there. I sure hope Dr. Cushing's at his office. Get away! Ooh, who will have just leaves, Dan? He's from Milton. Ask me where to find Dr. Cushing. Oh, why him one doctor? He says there's an epidemic in Milton. They have no doctor there. Oh, that's not good. We go tell the Lone Ranger. Get him off the couch! A short time later, Dan and Tato arrived at the camp where the Lone Ranger was waiting. Oh, he's waiting! We'll see to be in a hurry. Is there something wrong? A man came to town for Milton looking for Dr. Cushing. He says there's an epidemic over there. What kind of an epidemic? He didn't say, sir. We'll ride to town and try to find out more about it. Did you send the telegram, Tato? Uh-huh. The policy will take long time and get answered. It's sundown now. It will be dark by the time we reach town. We'll get news of the epidemic in Milton. Before long, I hope to know for certain if that fellow Bob Korn is a doctor who's wanted for murder in St. Louis. All right, let's go. I'll see to it! The Lone Ranger, Tato and Dan rode to the outskirts of Rockville and stopped in a clump of cottonwoods. Then you go to the telegraph office and wait there for the answer to the telegram Tato sent. Yes, sir. Tato, I want you to go into town and try to find out more about that epidemic. I'll wait here until you come back. Ah, come down. Get him up. Perfect! A short time later, Tato returned and told the Lone Ranger that Dr. Cushing had gone to Milton, a small town four miles away. Otherwise, there was no further news about the epidemic. The Lone Ranger decided that he and Tato would wait until Dan returned with the answer to the telegram. It was two hours later when Dan finally came back to the cottonwood grove. Victor, hold on! Did you bring the answer, Dan? No, sir. It hasn't come through yet. Why did you come back? I thought I ought to tell you something that happened. While I was waiting at the telegraph office, Mrs. Jackson, the lady who owns the boarding house, came in. Where could your telegraph to reach another doctor? There's a doctor outside of Dr. Cushing, in Austin, a hundred miles away. What's it all about, Mrs. Jackson? Can't you find Dr. Cushing? He drove to Milton several hours ago. Just sent a man from there to my house asking me to come over to help. There's an epidemic of diphtheria in Milton. Seems it's mighty bad. I thought if you could reach another doctor, but never mind. Dr. Cushing and I'll do what we can. You're serious? That is bad. I'll telegraph to Austin, but even if the doctor's there, it'll take him some time to drive a hundred miles. Thank you. I'll be on my way to Milton now. There's no time to lose. I thought you ought to know, so I came right over to tell you. I'm glad you did. Go back and wait at the telegraph office, Dan. Meanwhile, I'll see what we can do to help. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue. A short time later, the man Dan had met on the train, Bob Thorn, sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. Suddenly he looked up startled as he heard a thot near the windmill behind him. What? I don't know. You're covered. Masked man. What do you want? I came to talk to you, Thorn. I want straight answers. I have no reason to talk to a man wearing a mask. Forget the mask. Dr. Thornton Roberts is wanted for murder in St. Louis. What's that got to do with me? If you were clean shaven, you'd match his description, Thorn. No, you can't say I'm Robert. You have no proof. You carry a medical kit? That means nothing. Nothing, I tell you. No? You're not very convincing, Thorn. Even the way you change your name gives you away. Thornton Roberts changed to Bob Thorn. Why have you come here? I've done nothing wrong no matter what you or anyone else says. You're an outlaw so I'll admit I'm Dr. Roberts. But I didn't commit murder. I shot in self-defense. And they don't believe it. I'm inclined to believe you, Thorn. What? Have you heard of the epidemic in Milton for miles from here? Mrs. Jackson told me. They need to help desperately. I don't dare go. The law would pick me up. You took an oath to help mankind, Doctor. Regardless of the outcome to you, don't you think you should keep that oath and go offer your services? I... I don't know. I don't know. It may mean saving many lives. Think that over. I can't decide now. I must think. All right. Think about it. I'll wait for you in the clump of cottonwoods in the south edge of town. If you decide to go to Milton, I'll ride with you. Remember your oath, Doctor. And remember that many lives depend on your decision. I'll be waiting and I'll have a horse for you. Adios. The long ranger and Tonto waited a short time at the edge of town. Tonto had procured another horse at the livery stable. The two men sat in silence on silver and scout for some time. Then Tonto spoke. Well, it...it looked like him that come, Kimusabi. Maybe you're right, Tonto. I may have misjudged him. You really think him... Kimusabi, me here, put steps down. That must be Thorn. Oh, that's pretty good. Well, here we are, mister. Here I am. Good. We brought this horse for you. You realize I'm practically riding to the gallows? I admire your great courage. All right, let's go. Come on, sir. Get up. In the meeting house at Milton, Dr. Cushing worked unceasingly over the many sufferers who had been brought into the place. At his side was Mrs. Jackson. Both were exhausted with their continued efforts to stem the epidemic, which seemed to be growing worse. Mrs. Jackson, I'm fighting to stay on my feet. I know, doctor. If only we could help another doctor. But there's none to be had. My medicine is running low, too. Oh, my. When that's gone, it'll be pretty bad. Pretty bad. I... Get me to a cot quick. We'll have been helped, but you've got it yourself. Let me help you to that cot over there. Let it get me. I've got to keep going. I've got... Doctor, whatever are we going to do now? Meanwhile, in the cafe in Milton, a subdued group of men stood around talking. It's getting worse, that's what. I had several deaths already. Yeah, Dr. Cushing can't handle them alone. We can't find another doctor. We can get to coming here. We ought to get our families out of here. Can't do that. Sheriff's orders. Here comes Sheriff now. Howdy, boys. Things getting any better, Sheriff? We can't stay here and die like rats. I'm sorry, but I can't allow anyone to leave town. You'll just be taking the epidemic somewhere else. Maybe Dr. Cushing will be able to... Sheriff, Dr. Cushing's down sick. All they smoke will all get it now. What are we going to do? Hold on, all of you. Looks mighty bad, I know. But we'll have to do the best we can to find another doctor. There isn't another doctor within a hundred miles. That's right, Sheriff, and he can't leave. He's selling medicine, but he can't come. We just got word. Hey, look. I saw through the door. A masked man just stopped outside. All right, stay here all of you. Go out. Sheriff, I'm looking for you. This letter will identify me. Let me see. Signed by the governor. It says you're the lone ranger. That's right. Well, I'm mighty glad to see you, my friend. But things are mighty bad here, let me tell you. Dr. Cushing's been stricken, too. Oh, that's bad. Sheriff, I bought another doctor. There's a man here. Another doctor? But there isn't any to be had. Only Doc Meeks, and he's a hundred miles away. I'm a doctor, Sheriff. Then you're the best news we've had today. You better get over the meeting house right away, Doc, and hurry. All right, Sheriff. Come on through here. Get up there. Arriving at the meeting house, the lone ranger and tonto went inside with the young doctor. They approached Mrs. Jackson. Mrs. Jackson, I bought another doctor. Oh, thank heaven we... a masked man and a Mr. Thorne. The masked man is a friend of all of us. It's for me, I'm Dr. Thornton Roberts. I'm ready to go to work. Dr. Thornton Roberts? But I thought you were... No time for explanations now. They can come later. They'll come later. Now we have serious work to do. Meanwhile, back in Rockville, Dan Reed waited for an answer to the telegram tonto had sent. He made several visits to the telegraph office without result. The last time he went there, the operator had news for him. Well, son, I see you're back again. Yes, sir. That message I'm waiting for is very important. Well, I have news for you, and it's not good. What do you mean? We've got word the lines are out order. Somewhere between here and St. Louis. Oh, and you can't receive any messages from the east. That's right. I'm sorry, son. Callie, how long do you think it'll be before the line will open up again? No telling. The lines will have to be sent out to find the trouble. It may take a few hours, then again it may take a couple of days. Callie. There's nothing I can do about it, son. The only thing I can suggest is that you keep coming back here until the lines are working and that message comes. All right, sir. How late at the hotel? At the hotel, eh? Well, I'll tell you what. If they get the lines working, the message comes in. I'll bring it over to you. Well, thanks a lot. Goodbye. Goodbye, son. Several days passed. Young Dr. Roberts with a lone ranger and Mrs. Jackson constantly at his side worked without let up. He knew his business thoroughly and brought hope and confidence to the whole town. It was almost noon of the third day when he and the lone ranger stood with Mrs. Jackson outside the meeting house door. Well, I think we've got this under control. There haven't been any new cases brought in. You certainly know your business, Doctor. Oh, he's wonderful. Doc Cushing is feeling better, too. And we haven't had a death since Dr. Roberts started working on them. Here comes the sheriff. Boy, everybody's talking about what the new doc's done here. That's right. It's sure like a miracle the way you stepped in and practically stopped this epidemic. Fortunately, I made a special study of this disease. Also, I had a goodly quantity of medicine with me. It was fortunate you came to Rockville. Look, we come over after having a meeting in the cafe. We've ordered to ask you, Doc, to stay here for keeps. We'll give you a house to live in. It would be a wonderful thing for this town if the doctor will accept that. And look, why haven't you told the sheriff what you know about me? I did, Doctor. You did? Sure he did. Right after a boy came over from Rockville early this morning with a telegram from St. Louis. And that's the answer to your offer for me to stay here. I'll be going back to St. Louis. Maybe the sheriff has more to say, Doctor. I sure have. That telegram says you're not wanted there at all. You were exonerated by witnesses after that handbill was sent out. I don't know what to say. Doctor, I realized you were the man listed on a handbill I received. When I faced you in your room and reminded you of your doctor's oath, I felt that if you were really guilty of murder, the oath would mean nothing to you. The frenzied husband of a woman patient who died came gunning for me. I had to shoot in self-defense. When you promised to come here to help, I knew you couldn't have committed deliberate murder. You lived up to your oath, though it might have meant you'd be facing a murder charge. What is all these? Don't worry, Mr. Jackson. Dr. Roberts is free to stay here if he chooses. After I talked to him, he could have tried to escape. Instead, he decided to come here and take the consequences. I admire his courage. Yep, we all do, Mr. We'll be proud to have him for our town doctor. Thank you. I'm happy and proud to accept, Sheriff. Hello, Dan, is waiting for us at the edge of town. Dr. Roberts has everything well in hand here now. Adios, doctor. Goodbye, all. Adios! He's a wonderful and remarkable man, Sheriff. If it hadn't been for him, I might have been a fugitive from justice the rest of my life. I'll never forget a lone ranger. I don't... This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, created by George W. Trendle, produced by Trendle Campbell Muir Incorporated, directed by Charles D. Livingston, and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer. Thank you.