 A fiery horse for the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a heart of high old silver, the Lone Ranger. With his great horse Silver and his fateful Indian companion, Tonto, the mass-criter of the planes fought crime and criminals throughout the western United States. It was he more than any other man who brought law and order to a lawless frontier, and the memory of his deeds will remain as long as the memory of the early West itself. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear when adventure lay at the end of every trail. The Lone Ranger rides again. The first wagon trains to enter the newly opened western territories were attacked not only by hostile Indians, but by vicious white outlaws as well. Such was the fate of the small train that carried Jack Laramie, his young wife Edith, and their four-year-old son Ted. A band of outlaws attacked the train and left no survivors, with one exception, the boy, Ted Laramie. The discovery of the boy presented a serious problem. Even these men found it impossible to kill in cold blood. They were unwilling to abandon the child in the wilderness, but to carry the lone survivor of their raid to the nearest settlement would link them with their crime. Two men, appointed by the outlaw leader, took the child to an Indian village and left him there. After five years, only one of the outlaws remained at large, and no one knew of the part he'd played in the tragedy of the wagon train. Now in our first scene, we see the lone ranger and his faithful Indian companion Tonto sitting motionless on their great horses, their eyes sweeping the valley below them. You say the boy rides this way often, Tonto? Not right. You're sure this is the right valley? Tonto not make mistake. Indian village, over there. We've been waiting for more than an hour. Perhaps he wouldn't ride this far alone. You wait, him come. Your Indian friend might have misinformed you, but there's a rider, Tonto. A boy. Maybe the one we want. We'll stop him, Tonto. Come on, Sullivan. Get up, Scout. I've heard rumors of white children living with Indians before, Kimusami, but usually they're wrong. You find out. He's seen us. Hello there. Him wave hand. Oh, there, Sullivan. Oh, oh, oh. He's just a youngster, Tonto, but he rides well. Him rides well. Here he comes. How? Tonto. What matter? Oh, he's white. He's dressed like an Indian. He's been tanned by the sun. There can't be any mistake in that, right? Can you understand white man's talk? What did he say, Tonto? Him say, him call, little beaver. Then he doesn't understand English. He must have been very young when he first joined the Indians. Ask him if he knows where he comes from, who his people are. He's probably still got a few memories of his parents, Tonto, even though he doesn't understand those memories. And it's likely that I'm the first white man he's seen since he lost his parents. He calls himself little beaver. That's only his Indian name, of course. What's that hanging from that leather strap on his wrist? It. Ring. I wonder, ask him if I can look at it. Palotan de nicota. Palot? Father Panic. Oh. Him show you. Good. The small gold ring, Tonto, like children often wear, make it a clue to his identity. Yes, engraving is almost worn away, but you can still make it out. T. Laramie. Laramie. Where have I heard that name before, Kimosabi? That name Palern. Red Run. Red Run. That's it. The old couple from the east that was in Red Run when we were there. No one seemed to know what their business was. What do you think? They mean nothing. Their names being the same, I'd be only an accident. But on the other hand, it might explain why those people came to the west. Kikak. Cole. You want Tonto to get him? Let him go, Tonto. But this is something we're going to look into. We leave little beaver with his Indian friends for the present. He looks happy and healthy, and he's safer here for a while. That's right. Well, he's only a boy. As he grows older and his mind develops, he'll never be satisfied leading the life of the sabbages. If he's related to the Laramies and Red Run, and they seem decent people, we'll return for him. Come on, Tonto. We'll find a place to camp for the night. Hang on, Shelby! Away! It was a week later that the Lone Ranger, disguised but without his mask, stood outside the sheriff's office. The door opened, and the sheriff escorted an elderly couple out onto the porch. Well, Mr. Laramie, if it's your notion I've been handling this thing wrong, I reckon I'll have to try it your way. You've heard nothing at all from your deputies? Not a blame thing. I've got all four of them on the job. Then I'd appreciate it if you'd take my suggestion, Sheriff. Well, it's up to you. I'll see the word gets around if that's what you want. Thank you. And, ma'am, don't you be giving up hope yet. There's still lots of chances. I won't, Sheriff. Come along, Jenny. Good day, Sheriff. If you hear anything, we'll be at the hotel. I'll let you know first news again. Oh, how strange. Those were the Laramies, weren't they? That's their handle, all right. And what's it to you? I know they're from the East, Sheriff. I wanted what their business was in Red Run. Now, look here. Or is it a secret? It would be if I had anything to do with it. But, Chuck, some eyes will tell you about it as anybody, I guess. I promised I'd spread the word around. Yes? Don't suppose you remember a wagon train that was massacred east of here about five years back, do you? Five years ago? I believe I do recall something. Well, them folks you'd just seen leave my office had a son traveling with them wagons. There was him and his wife and a young one. Sheriff, how old was the child? About four, I think they said. Say, you act as though maybe you knew something. Go ahead, Sheriff. What's the rest of the story? Well, it just so happens that I was one of the first fellas to come across them folks that was killed in the raid. We found enough to identify most of them. But there weren't no kid four years old among them. You're sure of that? Of course I am. I wouldn't forget a thing like that. Well, as I was saying, young Laramon and his wife was found, but no trace of the kid. The old folks never knew what happened to them until just recently. Until recently? Yep. They'd come into a sizable amount of cash and decided to come west and do some hunting. They got this far, heard about what happened to the wagon train, and now they're hoping maybe the young one wasn't killed. They look like good people, Sheriff. Strangely, they don't come no finer, poor old folks. Hardest thing I ever did was tell them what happened to their boy and his wife. Now they got their hearts a dead set on finding the kid. I sure hate to think what'll happen when they find out it ain't no use. You don't believe the child can be found? Shucks, it ain't reasonable, is it, mister? A young and just four years old and left to grow up by himself, and that five years back, I wouldn't say the same to them. But if that kid's found, I'll eat my saddle. What was the boy's name? Ted, Theodore. Named after his mors' father, they said. But why hasn't this been told around? Well, people have been here for almost a month. Yeah, and I've had them before deputies searching the country for the past two weeks. But what I was trying to guard against was crooks hearing about the search. You mean they might get a hold of the boy first? Either that or try to pass off some other young man in his place. When folks got as much cash as the Laramies have got, crooks will do most anything to cheat him out of it. That's true, Sheriff. But now old Laramie says I gotta let him be known, so I reckon I ain't got no choice. I, um... Hey, what's your hurry? I'll see you again, Sheriff. Here's over. Well, I'll look here, Spanger. If you know anything about this, you ain't told us. I said I'd see you again. What's the wait? Hey, old Steeleberg! Welcome to the Laramies, tunnel. We'll get him and return him to his grandparents. You're the Indians, Channing. Uh, they're plenty trouble. Don't wonder what's happened. Me find out. You can? Uh, there come Indian writer. Me, Noam. Him, named Long Arrow. Long Arrow? Isn't he the Indian who told you about the boy in the first place, tunnel? That's right. Call him, Kimosabe. Ask him where the boy is. Tell him we found the boy's relatives. We want to speak to the chief about returning Ted to his own people. Huh? Kimosabe, Long Arrow. How long ago? No, Peter. About two. When if they keep on moot, the quota tell pay, you'll sunk a nipple deck mark. Huh? Him say, boy, gone. Gone? But where? How? The coat. Ten lo ma te kin ma. Parkour elite. Quick, Hello. Him not know where boy gone. Him say, little beaver. And two Indian go hunt. Then find Indian Ted. Little beaver gone. You mean the boy went hunting with two Indians and disappeared and the Indians were found killed? That's right. But who did it? Them not know. That's why big trouble in village. All Indian feel bad. Then we're too late. Huh? Someone knew the boy was here. And I'm afraid the sheriff was right when he said he feared crooks might get a hold of him. What we do? Thank Long Arrow for the information. Tell him we're friends of the boy. And we'll try to find him again. And ask him to keep the boy here of the Indians discover him before we do. Mahloot. Gemu. Lotec. Neekart. Tonto. Him do that. Then back to Red Rantara. We've got to find out why the boy was stolen. Come on. Get him up. One evening several days later the boy's grandparents were seated in the sheriff's office talking to the lawman. Well, Mr. Laramy, I don't know what to think. Every one of my deputies have reported back and they never found a thing. I did what you asked me. Told the folks in town about it and still we ain't got no word. And we thought we were getting closer to him at last. Shucks, ma'am. All my deputies are on hand now. I can send them out again if you'd rather. No. What the? Who threw that? Hey, wait. It's a note. Somebody wrapped it up in this stone and tossed it in here. I know. Let me see that. And look. There's a ring with it. A small gold ring. See what the note says. Will you, Mr. Laramy? I'm going to find out if one of my deputies seen who threw it. Hey, fellas. Do. Gus, Leo, Flynn, come here. Somebody just threw a note inside here. Gus, did you see who done it? Gus, ain't see nobody around, Sheriff. Duke. Me neither. How about you, Leo? I reckon I was sort of dozing, Sheriff. I never heard nothing that you yelled. Oh, blast it. What do you say, Slim? Well, Gus, Sheriff, I'm sorry, but I... No, I'm going to hardify the lot of you. You must be going blind or deep. What's the note say, Mr. Laramy? Sheriff, it seems impossible. My grandson's been found. This ring's the one I gave him on his second birthday. The note says so. Here, give me that. I'll find out what this is all about. Read it to us, Sheriff. Why that dirty, low-down pole cat? What's it say? The fella that's got the young one wants $10,000 cash to give him back. Oh, no. We'll pay it gladly. Not by a blame sight, you won't. I'm the law here, and I won't stand for no such thing. But we may never see him alive again if we're doled. This cunt's just bluffing. If he thinks that... I'll bet that's a fella you want, Sheriff. We'll stop him, fire at him. I missed. He's most out of sight already. The pole cat. Well, there he is, men. Catch that fella, and we'll have the boy. Come on. Get to your heart. The curtain falls on the first act of our thrilling Lone Ranger drama. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue our story. When the Lone Ranger was seen riding away from the Sheriff's office after a note had been thrown in the window demanding $10,000 for the return of Ted Laramie, he was believed to be the outlaw who had kidnapped the child. The mask man, however, escaped from the Sheriff's posse and made his way to the small camp where Tonto waited. Oh, there's something. Oh, boy. Oh, there's something. What, what matter? Tonto, somebody's made Ted a prisoner. He wants $10,000 for his return. Oh, that bad man. I have to act fast, Tonto. I had the Sheriff tell Martin Laramie he wouldn't let him pay the money. Huh? The Sheriff doesn't know he's dealing with a murderer. He's already killed two men to get the child. He'll not hesitate to kill again if he has to. Tonto, I think you're right. I don't believe in paying money to outlaws, but we don't dare risk the boy's life. I have a plan to get the money back and find the guilty man. What plan? I'm going back to town and talk to Laramie and the Sheriff. It's dangerous, but I have to persuade them to follow the instructions they received. And you'll have to make a long trip as fast as you can. I'm glad to do that. Now, listen closely and I'll tell you how we'll trap the man we're after. That same night, the Sheriff returned to his office where the Laramie's were anxiously waiting. I'm sorry, folks, but the Masked Filler got clean away. You lost all trace of him? The way that hombre rode it'll take a horse with wings to keep up with him. A deputy is to tell hunting him, but I can back to let you know how things stood. Sheriff, you can't let any harm come to our grandson. Ma'am, we'll get that crook sooner or later. And when we do, he'll be wishing he was never born. He's going to decorate a rope when, folks, that's a promise. I'd rather you let me pay the money that's asked. I told you before what I thought about that. But she's someone just right up. I'm sure I hear more. Perhaps it's one of your deputies, Sheriff. If it is, I'll give him a piece of my mind. Well, listen, they got track of the fella they was hunting. I'd give them orders to stay on the job the morning, if they had to. And if they don't... Well, I'll be... It's the Masked Man you were looking for. Keep your hands away from your gun, Sheriff. Oh, grandson, don't harm him. We'll pay anything you ask. Just give him back, and we'll ask no questions. I haven't got your grandson. We know you haven't. By heaven, you'll hang for it. I'm here to help you. Just to make sure you don't interfere, Sheriff. I'll take your gun. You'll pay for this. And still... I'll just put it on the desk over here, or you'll not try to reach for it. Stranger, can we come to church? The boy means everything to us. We're not young anymore, and if we don't get him back, there won't be anything left for us to live for. You'll get him back. Do you expect us to believe that? You'll have to. But first, I want to know exactly what was said in the notes you received. You don't have to be told. You wrote it. Answer my question. It's asked for $10,000. I know that. But how was the money to be delivered, and when? The note mentioned a bridge. The old bridge. It was called. That's only a mile out of town. He said to get paper money. Put it in the package. Hide the package at the east end of the bridge. Did he say when? He gave us a week. Can you get the money together within a week? I can. I'm sure I can. I've already spoken to the banker. He'll send a mortem veil for it. Good. Then follow those instructions exactly. You rotten pole cat. You can't get away with this. I'm warning you. Your life ain't going to be worth a plug nickel around these parts. Sheriff, I believe I can convince you that I'm not guilty. You can't do no such thing. You remember talking to a stranger some time ago? A man who asked you about the Laramese? Let me see. He was the first man you told about the hunt for the child after you'd promised the Laramese to spread the word around. Well, I recollect now. He had a white horse and he called... Say, he called his horse Silver, too. I'm the same man. Then by thunder you did get the kid. That's why you were so blamed interested. That rat that I even told you about these folks being worth a sight of cash. I wish I'd known then that you... Listen to me. Sheriff, I'm going to tell you what happened after I spoke to you that day. I'm going to tell you why I spoke to you. Then I'll explain what I want you to do. If you still refuse, I'll have to try another plan. But I'm quite sure you won't. All right, fellas, tonight's the night. And the cash is all right down by the bridge, like the note said. Sheriff, you want us to hide somewhere so we can see who gets it? Not by a blame sight. You fellas are my deputies and you do just like I say. Don't go near that cash. That goes for all you fellas. You, Gus. And you, Leo. You can say them, too. What's the idea? The Laramies want the kid back alive. That's the idea. And they're not taking any chances on the crook getting scared and making off. Well, what are we supposed to do? Just go about your business like always. There's enough to keep you busy without meddling. All I gotta say is this. If that crook gets scared off on account of one of you, I'll have your badges. I'll get it. All right. After 11 o'clock, you don't think anything could have gone wrong, do you? Don't worry, Mrs. Laramie. The note said the boy would be returned as soon as the money was paid. We've made it easy for the man who captured your grandson to get the money without being seen. He'd have nothing to gain and everything to lose by keeping the boy after that. I suppose so. If you folks ain't comfortable waiting here in my office, it wouldn't hurt now to go down to the hotel. I don't think that would be wise, Cheryl. The note we left for the money is said to send the boy here. You could ask for it, couldn't you? You'll forget. He speaks only the language of his tribe. He understands no English at all. Poor young'un. Yes, waitin'. Watchin' the clock. I can't stand it much longer. You'll have to be patient, Mr. Laramie. It's going to be all right, Marvin. 11-15. I sure hope you didn't make no mistake in your figure, stranger. I didn't. I'm sure of that. Yeah. Jenny, what is it? Oh, it's right there. Do you see through the window? That boy. I sure nothing. Oh, I see him now, ma'am. He stepped in front of the light from the cafe. Dressed like an Indian. Yes, that's him. Cheryl, the boy's free. Now we can set our trap. I'm by. Hunter, where were you? Get the boy. Keep him here. My friend is waiting in back. I'll go out this way. Cheryl, do what I told you. I'll be back in an hour. Right. And when I get back, we'll catch the crook you're looking for. It is over. All right, old fellow. Now I'll ride to camp and get Tatto. Everything's set, Tatto. Where's Gray Elk? He's Gray Elk. It's time to explain everything to you, Gray Elk. You do like him telling me. Then get to your horses. We're returning to town. Here's Carl. Me, get him a horse. I told you that we'd be back in an hour. I'm gonna have to hurry. You see, boy? Yes, Tatto. The boy was set free. And that peep would be ready. Catch him, Patfell. Then come on. Get him up, Scout. Hey, oh, Cheryl. Did you get ahold of the rest of the deputies like I told you? They're coming right behind me. Then tell them to get a move on. Hurry up, fellas. The Sheriff wants you in the office right now. We're hurrying as fast as we can. What's the rush? Get in here and find out. What's alien, Sheriff? Something happened? Just tip inside all you and sit down. Howdy, Mr. Laramie. Hello, Duke. Hello, old man. Hey, Sheriff. Where's the kid? I thought Slim said he'd come back. The boy's over at the hotel, Mrs. Laramie. We didn't figure we ought to have him around for what we're gonna do. Huh? What do you mean by that, Sheriff? Never you mind, Leo. You'll save as soon enough. But right now, we're waiting. Waiting for what? Waiting for the mass conference and friends of his, Gus. Hey, you ain't injured enough to think that fella would come walking in here after getting that $10,000, do you? Yes, you wait and see. You must have gone local. Duke, before I'm through here, maybe you'll change your mind. Yes, you're acting mighty mysterious, Sheriff. How about letting us in on what's going on? We're your deputies, ain't we? Uh-huh. And that's just why I'm keeping my mouth shut for now. Huh? Because your arm are deputies. That don't make sense. I can't do it. Yeah, well, Sheriff. Well, I've been with you. Don't just hold your horses, fellas. The mask man's here to straighten things out, and I'm helping him. Who in places is the engine? This is Gray Elk. He's the medicine man from the tribe that raised young Ted Laramie. Oh, you said the red skin would have some information for us, didn't you? I said he had a story to tell. And he came here to tell it. Huh? What story? One moment. Counting Gray Elk and myself, there are eight men in this office. And one of us is a murderer and a kidnapper. Where do you get off making a charge like that? You're crazy. Sheriff, except for your deputies, I was the first man to be told about the search for Ted. And when Talo and I returned for the boy, he was gone, stolen. That meant he could have been seized only by someone who knew of the search before I did. Gone? And that, in turn, pointed to your deputies. Shut up! Keep right on, Mask Fella. You'll remember I was close to your office the night the ransom note was thrown in the window. Close enough to know I was the only one who approached this building outside of your deputies again. So the guilty man has to be one of your men, Sheriff. Oh, which one? There's Duke and Slim, Leo and Gus. You'll learn the right one in a moment, Sheriff. Now, Gray Elk, tell us what you saw. What's the red skin got to do with this? What right you got to do with this? Slim, when I said to shut up a minute, the Mask Man's handle this any way he sees fit. Gray Elk, how did you happen to know Ted Laramie? Find him him many moon past. Take him boy in tribe. Call him him little beaver. How long ago was that? That five year white man time. Now, Gray Elk, tell us when you saw Ted the last time. Him ride with Indian friend near village. Bad white man come. White man shoot Indian. Take him little beaver. Quiet. Gray Elk, this is the most important question of all. Answer it carefully. Did you get a good look at the man who stole Ted away? Me see him. Me near when him kill him. Is that man in this room? Him here. Now, Gray Elk, point him out. Him... No, you don't. You're not going to get me. Watch out, it's two. The first time he follows me, I'll get thrilled. Hey, let me loose. Thank you for this. Get my hands off me. It was a blast of medicine. You kill two of his pridesmen, Duke. You tell us how you knew where to find the boy, or you'll be turned over to the Indians for punishment. No, don't do that. They'll talk to me. I saved them redskins. You wouldn't do that. Then talk. I was one of them. They left the kid near the village five years ago. You must have been one of the outlaw to massacre the wagon train. Don't turn me over to the redskins. White man's justice will punish you, Duke. Well, God, I strange it was sure lucky Gray Elk recognized Duke. But he didn't, Sheriff. It was the first time he ever saw Duke in his life. I knew one of your men had a guilty conscience, Sheriff. And Gray Elk played his part to prove it. Well, I'll be doggone. I was tricked. You've got only yourself to blame for it. Come on, Sheriff. Let's put him in a safe place to keep for hanging. 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