 Fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver. The Lone Ranger. The building of the first transcontinental railroad was one of the most important steps in the winning of the West. The railroad was of prime importance to the future of the country. But powerful forces, cattlemen, stagecoach lines, and steamship companies opposed it. Outlaw opposition sprang up, and the Lone Ranger was commissioned by the president to lead the fight against the enemies of progress. 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! There's trouble at Dry Creek. Hello, Silver! The building of the transcontinental railroad was a gigantic undertaking, and as the shining rails thrust further and further into the western plains, the men of the iron spur, the powerful outlaw organization which fought to smash the railroads, used more and more violent means to accomplish the destruction of the iron horse. One dark night, two grim-faced men waited on the trail that led to Dry Creek. They carried rifles across their saddles. Oh, still your dog going coyose? Apparently, if that railroad messenger hears our horses, he'll sadly be planning to dry-goach him. He'll light out like a rabbit with a coyote on his tail. He's coming now. Sure, it's him? Must be. Who else would be covering the trail this time of night? Grab your horses' muzzle so he don't win you. Yeah, quinoa. I'll cut in front to head him off. You swing in behind so we get him two ways. Whip-sawed, huh? Let off a couple of shots into the air. That'll show me we mean business. Get ready. Get along, Dusty. Here, boy. 50 miles to Dry Creek. Cover the ground, boy. Now, get off. Stand and deliver, mister. This is the iron spur. Moon, come up now, Kimusabi. Twenty light to see by. We'll travel along the edge of this cliff. About a half a mile before there's a spot where we can quarter down the slope and hit the Dry Creek trail. Ah. We get to railroad and maybe a couple of... Hello. Oh, Kimusabi, what... Look, down there on the trail. Oh. What man do on ground? Him, maybe dead? One man on the ground and empty saddle and two mounted riders. Looks like an ambush tunnel and we're too late. That's right. If man, him dead. Oh, look. Man on the ground isn't dead. That's why I move. Maybe they is friends. Maybe horse tripping. Him falter ground. There is friends. They wouldn't be ignoring him dead. Hello. Huh. One man left gun to shoulder. Kimusabi, he mean to shoot man on ground. We can't get down there fast enough to... Hello. I'll hold them off of the path down the cliff. I'll hold them off of the rifle. Now ride. Get him on scouts. Ready, Silver? Range is long and my aim must be perfect. He's starting to move, Laredo. I reckon I didn't punch him hard enough. We got a van moves for Hanley. Pull the trigger. There's no hurry. No fun shooting a jant when he's unconscious. I want him to know what's happening. The moon, sir. It's late. Somebody may amble along this trail any minute. We got what we want. Don't be local, Hanley. Give him a bullet. I reckon you're right, Laredo. Kino, Mr. Railroad Man, say adios to... What the... Hit the rifle, Laredo. I don't know. Hanley, look up on the cliff. That jant on the white horse. He's a clear target. Pour it at him. Hanley, I had enough. That hombre can split a head a hundred feet. He's got bullets buzzing around me like hornets. Kino, we better travel while we can. But first I'll take care of this railroad man like I was going to before this hombre and the white horse. Oh! That's the second time that hombre hit my gun square. Let's go. Get up there. Come on, get up. Thanks, engine. I'm sure glad you happen along. Those ombris were all set. Oh, my God. We see them from up there. Top of the cliff? Uh-huh. Two bad men ready to shoot you when you lie on ground. We see them. I heard shooting, but that's a long way off. Engine, you mean you shot from up there well enough to scare those coyotes off? Uh-huh. Only me, not the one to shoot. Me right ahead, come down path and cliff. Well, dog me for a lop-eared maverick. Who was it that did that shooting? Buffalo Bill? No. Him come now. Hi! Hi, Kimosavi! Hey, that's a wonderful horse that, Gents Scott. Hey, Silver, steady. I see you all right. Yep, thanks to you and the engine. Mister, you sure saved my life, judging by what... what in tarnation you're masked. That's right. But you can't be outlaws. They was outlaws. Oh, now you're friends. What's that? Tauno. Is this Indian's name Tauno? I'm not right. And your horse's name Silver? Why, you must be... Perhaps this will settle it for you. Silver bullet. The lone ranger. Well, no wonder you was able to scare off them iron spur otters. Just a moment. Did you say iron spur? Sure. That's who they were. You worked for the railroad. How'd you know? I never mind. What were they after? Well, I don't rightly know. We look in saddlebanks, saddlebag open, but nothing gone. Well, the only thing open was this letter. Don't seem important to me. Yeah, I see that. Oh, sure. Well, can you read it? The moonlight... I think there's enough light. Oh. All it says is that railroad service between Dry Creek and Wolf Bend is due to start today. One train every two days. The first trip to be from Wolf Bend to Dry Creek. Yeah. Now why should the iron spur be interested in that? Well, the wolf... Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go. Put your horses in the corral, Ramey. We better tell you first, Fisher. We got what we went after. The first passenger service between Wolf Bend and Dry Creek starts a week from the day. We found the letter on the railroad messenger. Go straight in. Yep. Took a seven-hour steady. But we figured the iron spur would want to know Prano. Yeah, it takes time to set up these. We rode our horses to a ladder. You killed the railroad man, of course. But did you hear me? I said you can't... We meant to kill him, Fisher, but... You didn't finish him? But I gave orders to... We couldn't, Fisher. We tangled with some gun smoke. Gun smoke? Oh, a little trouble there. It was 10 miles out of Dry Creek on the wagon trail. Some mombray started to pour hot lead out of us from the top of the cliff. We sked out of... Out of the cliff? Well, you yellow-libert skunks. You should have fought back. Nobody can shoot dead from that distance. That's what you're wrong, Fisher. This gent knocked the hand out of my gun twice. He put bullets so closely it was singin' my whiskey. Nobody can shoot dead from that distance. Don't tell us we was there. If you want to make an argument about it, then just... I'll cool off, Rami. I'll give him a little on the prod. Forget it. All right. This gent in Folly. It's half a mile around to get down the cliff. We had a good head start. We covered the trail, too. Nobody knows where we headed, Fisher. Kato, first train is a week from today. Well, that's just dandy. And what's your scheme, Fisher? The stagecoach company is still running between Wolfburn and Dry Creek. I won't stand a chance when the railroad gets going. Can we go almost as good a time? Sure, but the stagecoach bumps around. Passengers get shook off from here to breakfast. Besides, the railroad's a new thing. Everybody wants to ride the steam cars. I heard that old man Larson plans to give up the stage as soon as the railroad starts. He won't even try to compete. Larson don't own the stage line anymore. I bought it from him yesterday morning. You what? You got ears, Laredo. Me and the new owner and I plan to compete, Sally. I'm wasting your money. The iron spurs get plenty of money. It won't be wasted. Because the stagecoach is going to get the business and keep it. If you cut the rate, so will the railroad. Generally, supposing something happens to that first passenger train. Supposing it runs into trouble. Trouble? What kind of trouble? Oh, I don't know. Only if it does, folks are going to be a matter of free to travel by rail. Don't you figure so? See, that's right. They'll get spookier than cattle in the thunderstorm. So that's your scheme. Yes, wait and see, Laredo. Wait and see. The iron spurs get an ace of its sleeve. When the time is ripe, we play it. Yeah, we play it. And we win. We'll be carrying passengers instead of rails and ties and equipment for the track, guys. Oh, well, Miss Barkley. And thanks for bringing me back to Wolfen. Oh, Miss Barkley, ma'am. Oh, Billings. Don't tell me you're still excited about that holdup. Oh, no, ma'am. That was two days ago. It's the stagecoach line I'm excited about now. Looky here. They've been passing out these handbills all over town, thick and locus in a field of corn. Look, tellin' everybody not to ride the railroad. What? I don't believe it. Oh, may my eyes bug out, too. Ride the stagecoach, it says. The railroad ain't safe. Don't put your person and property in danger. Protect life and live. Well, I never. But Billings, I was talking to Mr. Larson only four days ago. He said he wasn't going to run the stagecoach anymore. He said he knew it was useless to compete against the railroad. Sure, that's what Larson said. But just read that name at the bottom. The Wolf Bend and Dry Crick Stage Company. Carl J. Fisher, owner at Billings. Yes, son. Fisher's took the stage line over lock, stock, and barrel. I tell you, Miss Barkley, I don't like it. Fisher's shady. He's crooked as a, uh, a Curlin Rattler. He's been mixed up in more underhanded deals than a card shark from the Barbary Coast. I hear Telly's in with the iron spur, and he's a kind of an ombre that would take the pennies off his... Let me miss you. Fisher. Tell this miss. Well, Billings. I meant what I said. What about it? If I wish you would apologize. Apologize nothing. I forgot to add that no self-respecting skunk could stay in the same room with you. You're wearing guns. You can slap leather any time you want. Well, I'm Fisher. Wait, both of you. You're on railroad property. Clear out. What's that? You heard me. This station belongs to the railroad. There's a law against gunfighting, and the railroad has its own marshals and soldiers to enforce that law. Clear out. Is this gent raising a ruckus, Miss Joan? He knows. This time it's your hand, I'm leaving. But savvy this. In five days, the stage to drag Crick will be raising against the train. The train will start at eight in the morning, Mr. Fisher. So will the stage. We'll see who gets to drag Crick first. We certainly will. There he is to you. Billings, they still got a score to settle with you all. Miss Barkley, what'd you stop him for? Gunfighting fool, Billings. You wouldn't have had a chance. Ah, isn't that right? Oh, Tondo, you're here? Tondo bring you message. Oh, excuse me, Billings. Oh, certainly, Miss Barkley. What is it, Tondo? Tonight you ride to place where trail curve round cliff. Lone Ranger got something to tell you. I don't see him, boy. I'm sure Tondo told me this was a spot. Right here, Miss Barkley. Oh, you were behind those cotton woods. It doesn't take any chances. What did you have to tell me? You've heard about Fisher. Yes, Miss Barkley. It was Fisher who had Billings held up here on the trail several nights ago. Are you sure? Yes, we're positive. They tried to cover their tracks, but Tondo and I followed them. The iron spur has a cabin in the hills. We saw Fisher there. He's got some scheme up his sleeve, Mask Man. Do you know what it is? No, not yet. But he must be confident that the stage will beat the train. Oh, it just isn't possible. They're dealing with desperate men, Miss Barkley. They'll stop at nothing to beat the railroad. But a stagecoach can't go nearly as fast as the train. It wouldn't even... Look, the gang of outlaws up on the cliff. Get out, dudes! They're heading for the path down the cliff. There must be a dozen of them. Miss Abby, hath plenty narrow. Miss Barkley, head for town. Tondo and I'll try to hold them up. Do as I say. Gallop, your horse, go on. Adios, Miss Barkley. Miss Abby, they've got plenty guns, plenty men. Path is narrow, Tondo. Only two can come down at a time. If we get there first, they won't be able to come any further. But we've got to travel. Come on and shoot as you go. Get them up! The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger story. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. While Miss Barkley galloped for the safety of the town, the men of the Iron Spur poured a withering fire from the cliff down upon the Lone Ranger on Tondo. And with a running battle in the moonlight, both raising to reach the path that led down from the cliff. Who's going down first? The mayor's man on the engine at the bottom. Johnson? No! Bedwell? Boy, you're in re-yellow pull-kits. If you're so anxious, Randy, you go first. Boy, sure. A keynote mask, man. Here we come. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! Uh, she has it. Man, he put a bullet clean through the crown of your stetson. It's from suicide, Randy. Him and the injured could stand off an army. Yeah, might as well give up. Fisher will be madder in a hop toad. Those two hombres are mighty friendly with the railroad. And we don't know for sure. It's because we spotted them around our diggings and trailing back here and saw them power on with that girl. That girl's secretary to Colonel Parkman, chief engineer of the railroad. That's proof enough. Well, anyways, there's no sense being foolish, Randy. I reckon so. Leave them there. They don't dare come after us. We got 15 to two. Besides, the main thing is that job we got when the stage coach races the train. We got to make arrangements. What matter up there? Why you not take part, huh? Ha, ha, ha. Well, that dog going injured, I'd like to... keynote, Laredo. Maybe we'll tangle with them later. All right, gents, head this way. Get on out. Get on out. Come on. I've reached the path in time, Tutto. Steady, silver, steady. At the heading west. It must have been seen when we scouted that cabin. That's right. We still have no idea what Fisher's planning to do. They work for Fisher? Who else? That way it must be. But what we do now, Kimosabi? Heading west. The railroad line is out that way, Tutto. I'm going after them. You head back for Wolf Bend. Tell Miss Barkley what happened. Stay with her till you hear from me. Kimosabi, you'll not take Tutto? No. But you'll not fight them alone. 15 outlaw. That's not too many. Do as I ask, Tutto. Stay with Miss Barkley. If necessary, go out on the first passenger train. You may not hear from me before it leaves. Tutto, not savvy. I don't intend to fight them, Tutto. I'm going to trail them. See where they're heading and what they're aiming to do. In this time, I'll make sure they don't know I'm after them. Adios. Huh? Tutto, do what you say. We head for Wolf Bend. Adios. Kimos, scout! Come on, silver! No word from the Lone Ranger? No. No word. There's not much time left, Tutto. You not worry. I can't help worrying. Fisher left Wolf Bend last night with a grin on his face like a coyote in a sheepfold. He's so confident. The passenger train starts tomorrow morning. We still don't know what he's scheming to do. You'll not worry. Mask friend him. Find out. Find out what? Where is he? We can't hold up the train tunnel. Not after the whole town's ready for the race. Train go and ready and me go with train. That's what Lone Ranger say. And that's what Tutto do. You'll not worry. Tell them about it. Pay your boss Fisher that I'll be gunning for him when I get to Dry Creek. That is, if he still wants that fight, Mr. The Stage is going to beat the train and this will beat you. Maybe they'll use that engine for your tombstone. Oh, here I am, Miss Tone. The sproutle-legged cacti-seared coyote. Never mind him. Bandying words won't make any difference. It's almost eight o'clock. Everybody aboard. All aboard. Oh, come on. We better hurry. Get on the stage. Oh, here you are, Tutto. Let me put horse on baggage car. That's right. Yes, and we'll be in the engine with a cab crew. Is there any word? No, no word. Oh. Come on there. It's eight o'clock. Any second the judge will shoot off the starting gun. Come along, Tunnel. We've got to be on the train. I reckon the Lone Ranger failed. For once in his life, the Lone Ranger failed. We go on train. The stagegoach is ready. Fire then. More steam into the boiler. Put more wood on the fire. We're heading for Dry Creek. Ride by side. The stagecoach and the train rolled out of Wolf Bend. First, the stage easily outdistance the train. As the driving rods moved more swiftly, the puffing locomotive caught up with the racing stage, then left it behind in a thick cloud of heavy smoke. Even him behind like he was stuck in the mud. Hurry up, slowpoke. We'll keep your riddles hot for you and drive. We can go plenty fast. A little further along, the stagecoach and the train separated, curving away from each other. They would not meet again until only 10 miles from Dry Creek. The morning sun rose high and then began to swing down again. In the rocking, creaking cars, the passengers dozed. Joan Barclay and Tonto were up in the engine room with a cab crew. Suddenly, Tonto pointed. Look there! Oh, silly! Over a ridge flashed the great stallion. The Lone Ranger leaning forward in the saddle. More than 20 feet with each stride, Silver galloped over the flat prairie. Angle as he ran until he was parallel with the steel rails. The masked man's face and arms were dust covered in the long ride, but his eyes behind the mask were sharp and keen as ever. Slow down! Slow down! He's on the train. Act of trestle as the train crosses. He'll look like an accident. Yes, but we can stop them. Tell the engineer to stop justice side of the trestle. Understand? All right, then. Now speed up. All right, alongside. You can't keep up with us, Mr. Speed up. Silver can keep up with you. All right, alongside. That does it for sure. Here, there's three logs cut on a trestle. You want any more? Good. Never mind, boys. That's plenty. Hey, watch your step. It's a long drop down there. He climbed up. We can make it down. Here's the grub. Watch it. Plenty solid, isn't it? Yep. That's a way to look to the engineer, too. But as soon as the weight of that train gets on it, you'll crash like an avalanche. That whole train will pile up on the bottom of the ravine. It might finish some of the passengers, Fisher. Sure, I hope it does, because it'll mean the finish of the railroad, too. They won't get any passengers after this wreck. Fisher, it's a train. Hey, it sure got here sooner than we figured. Yeah, but it won't leave. Come on, back here to save where the rest of the gents are waiting. I wonder what she is. But they don't want them to see us. Hey, gents. That was a train whistle you heard. Pretty soon it'll come inside. Just keep watching that bend in the track. There she is. Keep watching, boys. Keep watching. Fisher, look. There's the gents right and right alongside. Well, I'll be doggone. It's a mess, man. What places? The train's stopping. It's stopping this side of the trestle. Follow me. There's the log. Get on your horses. They're coming after us. We've been fooled. The train rushing toward the woods. The outlaws confused and taken by surprise tripped it over tree trunks. Blundered it into low-hanging branches. He gets out one minute. In less than 10 minutes it was over. Surrounded by a ring of guns, Fisher himself disarmed by the lone ranger. The outlaws were quickly tied and hustled into a baggage car by the gleeful passenger. There they are, mister. Tied and locked in that baggage car like so many beef heading for market. That's right. Only they had for jail, huh? You've still got to hurry. Remember that stagecoach is on its way to Dry Creek. The stagecoach? Billings. We forgot all about the race. Man, what are we going to do? There are three logs cut on that trestle. How can we get across? Plenty of men here. Use them, Miss Barkley. It'll take only half an hour to tie those logs up again so the train can get across and go on to Dry Creek. Half an hour? That's time enough if we hurry. I don't know. I'll gallop alongside it for the rest of the way. We fixed trestle now? Yes. This is a fair race. It won't be fair if the stagecoach wins. Who'll help fix the trestle? No! The masked man sure helped us fix that trestle in record time, Miss Jones. There's still a chance. Are we near Dry Creek yet, then? Just around the next bend, Miss Barkley. There it is! That means the stage has to arrive, Jen. It sure hasn't. Look over there. It's the stagecoach and it's a good mile behind us. We win, Miss Jones. The railroad wins. I sure will. What a happy dog gone. Miss Jones, he's gone. Him and the Indian both. Look, there they go. Well, if that ain't just like the Lone Ranger, he saves a railroad and don't even wait around for tanks. You have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.