 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty pio silver, the lone ranger. Full Indian companion, Tonto, the mask 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. Come on, Silver, faster, boy, faster. I'm Silver! Along a narrow crevasse banked by steep mountain slopes three horsemen rode. The sun beat down on the rocky trail and glinted from the silver hoofs of a white stallion whose rider tall and bronze wore a black mask and six guns within easy reach of his lean, strong fingers. Close behind him rode an Indian dressed in buckskin and a boy. They were the lone ranger, Tonto and Dan Reed, the mask man's 14-year-old nephew. Steady, Silver. Golly, this trail is treacherous. We have a much farther to go, the crevasse end just beyond that bend and the trail breaks across Green Valley. Green Valley? Well, that's where we're heading. We'll lazy be ranch. Yes, Dan. We'll be able to see the ranch from that ridge. What we do there? I don't know yet, Tonto. Jeff Holland's note only said that he needed our help. See the owner of the ranch? Yes, and an old friend. I don't know. I knew him years ago when he was a cow puncher. Ah, him richest cattle man in country now. Gosh, the lazy bee must be some ranch. Yes, I... What is it, Silver? You look ahead on trail. It looks like a man, like he's been shot. Come on, Silver. Get up, you boy. Who's Silver? Who's Silver? Bring the canteen, Dan. You bet. I don't. Hello. Look. It's just a dummy. Blanket stuffed inside a man's clothes. That's strange. Why would anybody... Outlaws. They're up on the slopes. I find the rocks on both sides of the trail. Back to the horses, quick. Right ahead, I'll cover you. We'll all fight it out from here. There are too many of them. Hurry, Dan. Come to us, Silver. All right, big fellow. Hello, Silver. Yes, Dan. Outlaws. That dummy is part of trap. They wanted us off our horses so we'd make easy targets. Ah, trap? Well done. We can make sure they're not sheltered for us anywhere. Why would they want to ambush us? We'll know more about that when we reach the ranch. Hello, Silver. Meanwhile, at the Lazy Bee Ranch, Peggy Hollins, the rancher's pretty daughter, was tightening the cinch in her saddle of Sandy, the handsome but high-strung new mare her father had bought for her birthday. Oh, still, Sandy. I'm almost finished. Oh, steady girl. There's nothing to be afraid of. Let me tighten that cinch for you, Miss Peggy. Put it down, Sandy. No one's going to hurt you. Quiet now. Quiet, girl. I told you never to come near this mare again, Flint. No sense in getting mad when we want to help. I don't need your kind of help. I needed a Sandy. You almost broke her spirit when Dad brought her here. Now she's afraid whenever you're around. Oh, steady, Sandy. Quiet. All right. Sorry if I've offended you, Miss Peggy. Oh, uh, there's a dance in town Saturday night. If you'd go with me, I'd... No. You don't like me, is that it? I'm trying to make it as clear as I can. Maybe if I had money and a ranch like your paws, you'd change it, too. It's got nothing to do with it. Dad thinks you're a good foreman, though I don't know why. What do you mean by that? It seems to me a good foreman. He'd find a way to stop the outlaws who are rustling our steers. Five hundred more were stolen last week. And if this keeps up, Dad'll be wiped out. I'm doing the best I can. Well, your vest isn't good enough. If you don't put a stop to the rustling soon, Flint, I'm gonna speak to Dad about a new foreman. Come on, Sandy. Get up, girl. The months your power won't be able to afford a foreman or anything else. When that happens, I'll be here to take over the ranch. Maybe then you won't be so high on a mighty ace. Oh, over there. Over there. Oh, steady, steady. Didn't I tell you to never show yourself around the ranch? You want to spill the whole game? I had it come, Flint. I don't know if that's when nobody would see you. Well, what's so important? The Lone Ranger, he got away. What do you mean? That's what I said. He got through the crevasse without a scratch. Saved the engine and the kid, too. You're blundering fool. That trap I laid was tight as a drum. All you had to do was riddle him from the slopes. Yeah, it sounded slick enough, but there are a couple of things about the masked man you overlooked. His horse and the way he handles his guns. I don't serve him. He winged three of my men with the engine and the kid high-tailed it. Then that white horse of his lit out after him like a streak. Never saw such fancy shooting and riding in my life. Well, we didn't have a chance to riddle him. Yeah, that ombre spell's trouble. That's why I planned that trap when Jeff Hollins told me he'd sent for the Lone Ranger to investigate the rustling. I'll take care of him yet. Well, you'd better work fast. He'll be here any minute. I'd beat him by taking the shortcut. Your boys all set for tonight? Oh, yeah. How many steers are there in the pack? Five hundred. Cut him out of the herd myself and put him in the north pasture. You won't be bothered with many guards, so make sure there's no slippers. You haven't been yet. Don't worry. We'll make them cows disappear without a trace. The same as always. Look, three horsemen heading this way. Well, it's them. The Lone Ranger, the engine and the kid. Get moving. I don't want to see you here. You'd better take care of them. With that masked ombre, you'll take care of us. Get up there, horse. Get up. Get up. I'll take care of them. Next time, it'll be for keeps. It was dusk when three men, a girl and a boy, rained in their horses on the bank of a stream which marked the western boundary of the Lazy Bee Ranch. They were Jeff Holland's owner of the ranch, his daughter Peggy, and the Lone Ranger, Tonto and Dan. Well, there they are, cattle tracks. Hundreds of them. All going into that stream. But nearly a one of them coming out. I see. We've searched both banks for miles in each direction, but we haven't found a single clue as to where the steers left the water. Of course, that's funny. Well, that stock cattle just vanished into thin air. I've lost 5,000 head in three months. I've got to get them back or sell the ranch. Oh, Dad, you didn't tell me it was that bad. Well, I didn't want to worry you, Peggy. Do the steers always enter the water at this point? As far as I've been able to discover. The rustlers must have a reason for that. A reason connected with the opposite shore. Well, we've looked there after every raid. There isn't a trace of the cattle. We'll go to run the steers out there. Where would they take them? That cliff in the opposite bank would cut off their escape 50 feet from the water's edge. Let's have a closer look. Come on, children. Come on, come on. Come on, come on. Easy there. Come on, come on. Come on, come on. Come on, come on. Come on, come on. Come on, come on. Come on, come on. Come on, come on. Golly, it's a lot taller than it looked across the stream. Ah, it's plenty steep, too. I can't see the rock for the scrubs and vines. Like it's wearing a false face. False face. It's dark now. We won't be able to see cattle tracks even if there are any. Yes. We'd better give up now and start fresh in the morning. Listen. Oh, rustlers. Well, they have to moor the herd. They're in the North Pasteur. Oh, the guards are fighting them. Dad, there's so few they'll be killed. They're behind them. Come on, silver. Stay with them, Peggy. Dad, I can handle a guard. You do as I say. Head him up. Come on, silver. Come on, silver. The guards are putting up a stuff of quite than they expected is. Dad, don't worry. Flint, there's only a few. The boys will turn them when they stand paid to steers. Hey, it's a lone ranger. He's heading this way. Stay down, you fool. Oh, the guards winged me. Yeah, you gave them an easy target. Moving out from behind a brush like that. Call off your boys. We've got to get out of here. That man's down. We may have the rangers with him. Leave them steers. Head for the hideout. Get up there, boy. Get up there. Get up there. What about you, Flint? You ain't supposed to be anywhere near the North Pasteur tonight. Are you going to explain that gun wound to Harlan? I'll ride to the hideout with you. You got to think of something. Well, let's go then. Hide, talent boy. Get up there. Whipping their mounts feverishly, the outlaws put the herd between them and the lone ranger Tata and Jeff Hollins. Then, unaware they far outnumbered the masked man and his friends who remained behind to care for the wounded cattle guards, the rustlers raced for the mountain stream. As they neared their goal, they suddenly saw a girl and a young boy slowly riding toward them. That's Peggy Hollins. And the kid who travels with the lone ranger. Grab them. Don't let them get away. Curl them two boys. Come on, Dad. This way, Peggy. No, get down. Oh, there, study there. Whoa. That's a ticket. Flint. Here. You're the one who's been stealing our stock? Well, you low-down coyote. Get up. I'll give the orders around here. What'll we do with them, Flint? Take them to the hideout. I've got an idea, not only to explain this gun wound, but trap the lone ranger in the engine as well. Some time later, the lone ranger Tata and Jeff Hollins scouting the ranch for the missing Peggy and Dan saw a lone horseman approach in the gloom of the night and suddenly slide from his mount to the ground. Oh, Silver, hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Well, it's Flint, my ranch woman. Daddy Silver, you've been wounded. Bring the water, Tata. Let me bring it. There. I needed that drink. What happened? I was riding down in the stream and I saw the rustlers heading that way. They caught Miss Peggy and the kid. Captured my daughter? Yeah, I trailed them. Figured I'd find their hideout, but after I'd followed them some ways, they saw me and gave me this slug. I had to turn back. Can you describe the trail? No. It was too dark to make a note of any landmarks. But I can find the trail myself. I see. My arm will be fixed well enough for me to travel in the morning. I'll take you toward the hideout. You're the only skunks kidding up on my daughter, huh? We'll assume we'll take along a posse and blow him to kingdom come. No, no, no. That won't do, Mr. Hollins. You see, the trail leads through open country. Possse'd be sure to be seen. But the Lone Ranger and Tonto could get through and size up the situation. I reckon you're right. But my daughter's in danger, Flint, and I aim to ride with them. We'll start first thing in the morning and make sure you don't lose the way. Lose the way? The next day, Flint led the Lone Ranger, Tonto and Jeff on the fake trail of the outlaws. You sure this is the trail, Flint? Yeah, this is it. Right around that bend up ahead is where they gunned me. Kimusubby, me not like Flint. Me not custom. All right, Tonto. The rusters did ride over this path last night. They didn't leave tracks. That's right. Here's the bend. It's an ambush. Don't give the chance, boys. Come on, ride them down. Pause 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. Racing from behind the sagebrush where they'd been waiting, the outlaws encircled the Lone Ranger, Tonto and their rancher friend and pressed in from all sides. Against the rustlers' overwhelming odds, the three defenders fought fiercely, but even their flailing fists could not withstand the renegades for long. There are too many, boys. Tonto, ride them, Silver. Ride them, big fellow. At that moment, a gun butt fell on the masked man's head with stunning force. Reeling half-conscious in a blinding flash of pain and darkness, the Lone Ranger instinctively gripped the horn of his saddle and hung on. The mighty Silver reared with rage at the fate of his master and his hooves splashed with increasing fury, while Flynn and several others held Tonto and Jeff Hollins. Here we look, ladies. Jeff Hollins, too. Hurry up and curl that mask. Hang on to them. This horse is a fightin' fool. Fall back. Drill the Lone Ranger. Get out of that horse's way, boys. When he starts rearing, riddle the masked man. You'll not shoot him. Get him up, Silver. Get him up. Kill him. That horse is runnin' away. Let him have it, boys. Shoot him off the horse's back. We ain't a chance to catch him now, Flint. That horse is about the fastest thing on legs. Bless them. The Lone Ranger ain't cheatin' boot hill that easy. Well, what can we do? I'll show you. Tie up the engine and Jeff Hollins. We'll deal the masked man a new hand. A short distance down the trail in the opposite direction taken by Silver and his half-conscious master, the outlaws reigned in their horses. Before them was an ominous-looking grass-covered patch between mountainous boulders. It is, it is, it is, boy. What are we stopping here for, Flint? See that grass patch? I see it. Innocent-lookin', ain't it? Like it might be just a regular patch of prairie grass. But it ain't. Hand me that rock. What are you aiming to do with it? I'm gonna toss it at that patch. I want to show the engine and Jeff a little surprise with that form. Watch. It sank right into the ground. Yeah. Just like Jeff and the Red Skinny gonna sink. Quick, sir. You said it, quick, sir. A mud bath for both of you, over your heads. This is one time the dead'll bury themselves. You not give a spikin' chance. Yeah, you little liver-pulled cats. Cut these ropes around our wrists and let us go down like men. Maybe we'd better put a couple of slugs in him. Flint will be done with it. The Lone Ranger will be on our trail as soon as he gets his full senses. That's what I want him to do. What do you mean? As soon as he gets over the effects of that blow, he'll ride after us. So's to free his friends. You'll see that you get what's coming to you, Flint. You're a little mixed up, Jeff. This time the mast, I'll be able to get what's coming to him. Yeah, don't serve him. What's the quick say? When the Lone Ranger spots his friends in that muck, he'll have to work fast to get them free before they sink. Yeah. While he's doin' it. We'll hide with the boys behind them boulders and pick them off. You think of everything, don't you, Flint? Rip up them horses, boys. You don't need to drown the horses, too. Sure. Them spine horses. The paint the engines runs almost as fast as a mass man's stallion. I figured on claiming them for myself. There'll be a fool. You'll be puttin' your neck in a hangings by ridin' that horse. I reckon they ain't a lawman in these parts who don't know it belongs to the Lone Ranger sidekick. Jeff's horse is too well known around here to meddle with, too. I reckon you're right. Rip up them horses. Run them into the sink. You're low down skunks. You can't... Shut up! That's it, boys. Found them, too, in the quicksand. There they go. They're plumbin' the center of it, eh? Yeah. Them horses are in almost up to their knees. They're safe till they sink. Meanwhile, they'll decoy the Lone Ranger into a death trap. Fan out behind them bullies, boys! As the outlaws conceal themselves, the soft, oozing mire of the quicksand gripped the horses of Tonto and Jeff Hollins even more firmly. Slowly but surely, the bog reached their knees, strained as the two horses would to release themselves and their riders from the prairie's most horrible death. Then, suddenly, the renegades heard a shot and saw the masked figure of the Lone Ranger setting a stride silver on a rocky slope above them, his six guns smoking. He's ticked us, Ace. Cunning boys! Drill him down! There, Ace, we can't take cover. They were right in his line of fire. He can get us whenever he wants. High-tail it, boys. Head for the hideout. Yeah, there's one thing, Flint. He's too late to save his friends. Yeah, they're in too deep. Get up there, Horne! Come on, get up there! Oh, who's over here? Hold on, hold on. There's still a chance. What you do? I can loop the horn of your saddle with this rope. Silver may be able to pull you out. It's our only one. Let's hope the rope is strong enough. It's got to be strong enough. Pull, Silver. Strenning against the rope, which the Lone Ranger hooked around his own saddle horn, the Great Horse Silver struggled to drag Scout and Tonneau free of the quicksand which held him. After many tense moments, during which it seemed the rope might snap, the Indian and Jeff Hollands saw that the quicksand was yielding. The Musket or Stallion's powerful efforts were pulling Tonneau and Scout across the bog to firm footing. Good boy, Silver. Get him to pull us out. Come on, big fella. Silver clotted back as Scout scrambled to firm footing, carrying Tonneau with him. Then, the Lone Ranger spun his larryed again and expertly looped it about the horn of Jeff Hollands' saddle. Tonneau's rope followed suit, for the rancher and his horse had sunk deep into the treacherous mire. It took the combined strength of both Silver and Scout to overcome the resistance of the quicksand. Come on, Silver. Get him up, Scout. Hurry! I'm sinking fast. Pull, Silver. Hurry, Scout. Three. Pull, hard, Silver. Scout. Three. That afternoon, the Lone Ranger, Tonneau, and Jeff reigned in their horses on the bank of the stream. Not far from the steep cliff, lattice with scrubs and vines. They dismounted and peered intently at the ground. The outlaw's tracks ended at the edge of this clearing. Ah. Then they vanished completely. Just like them cow tracks into the water's edge. We're into treason from there on. The solution to the mystery is somewhere near this cliff. Maybe cliff. No answer. Perhaps if we... What in thunder's that? Sound come from cliff. Hide the horses behind this brush. Ah. Shuffler and snakes. Them renegades are raising a door right out of the cliff wall. Yes, a door cleverly disguised with scrub and vines to resemble the rest of the wall. No wonder you never noticed it, Jeff. Ah. Then lift door on pulleys. Look. The door hides a mouth of a turtle. That may be how wrestlers escape with cattle. It seems that way. Some of the gang are coming out. What in tarnation are they doing? Ah. You look there. Them unrolled tarpaulin. I see. That tarpaulin must be 50 feet. Long enough to reach from the tunnel to the water's edge. That reason tracks end at water and clearings. Yes. By driving the cattle and their horses over it, they were able to conceal the fact that their tracks led to the cliff. Where the ornary crooks. You've seen how the doors open, Jeff. You're darn tooting I have. Ride to town. Get the sheriff to lead a posse against the rustlers. You two stayin' here? Till nightfall. Then we'll go after Peggy and Dan. I'll be back with enough men to blast that whole wide open. Get up, horse. As the shadows of night settled over the clearing, the lone ranger and thought-o's stealthily crept toward the cliff. Suddenly they heard the sound of the tunnel door being raised. Saw a patch of light from the interior of the corridor and the tarpaulin unfold. Hugging the wall and the murky darkness outside the circle of light, they listened as the night raiders conversed about the new cattle thief they were about to stage on Jeff Hollins herd. Then, waiting while the outlaws crossed the stream and with ace in their lead disappeared into the night, the mask man and the Indian crept toward the secret panel. Meanwhile, inside the tunnel, Flint taunted Peggy with her father's death. You're lying. Don't you wish I was? Don't believe him, Peggy. The lone ranger wouldn't let anything happen to your dad. He couldn't stop his red-skinned sidekick from swallowing quicksand. Tonto? I don't believe it. Suit yourselves, sonny. Well, Tonto isn't, Eddie. He can't be. Yeah, both of them. So I'm sinkin' in that muck with my own eyes. He's lying, Dan. Oh, I thought I knew how low you could go, Flint. But this beats everything I've imagined. Button your lip. I don't care if it did leave him mired in quicksand. The lone ranger'd find a way to get him out. I know he would. Believe it. I didn't think it was it coming back. Lift your hands, Flint. The lone ranger. You hurt me. Peek at him. Oh, Tonto, I knew you were alive. I knew it. Quicksand. Drop your gun belt to the floor. Sure. I'll drop it. Don't reach for that gun. Oh! Oh, you'd like to broke my hand. Here's my rope, Tonto. Tie him up. Are you all right, Peggy? Yes, I'm all right, but dead. Your father's safe. You'll see him soon. Thank goodness. Let me finish. Good. Now we'll leave Flint and do a little exploring. But some time later that Flint, strenning at the rope which bound him, heard the return of the rustlers with the stolen channel. That's the boys comin' now. As soon as they cut me loose from this hemp I'll finish it in his coyote proverb tone. Bring it up, boys. The steer's down the tunnel. Hey! Flint, what's happened? Where's Peggy and the kid? The lone ranger's been here. The lone ranger's been here. Get me out of this here. Yeah. Hey, who's that? Ain't it our boys? No, they're herding the steer through the tunnel. Right for the tunnel, man. Hey, that sounds like the sheriff. And a posse. Come on, let's get out of here. We can't go this way. The sheriff will nab us. We'll have to follow the steer to the other end of the tunnel. They'd cut off the other end of the tunnel, too. Yeah, somebody's stampin' the steer's back this way. It's him. The lone ranger. We'll have to hightail it out of this. Come on. Come on, man. Round it. You're under arrest, Ace. And your whole gang with ya. Let me get my hands on Flint. No, no, no. Don't let him hit me, sheriff. You gotta protect me. Take this shit down and crossin' steps. Oh, Dad. Dad, are you all right? Of course I'm all right, Peggy. What about you? Oh, Dad, everything's all right. Thanks to the lone ranger. 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