 A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty high old silver, the lone ranger. The daring and resourceful masked 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 who feeds the great horse Selver. The lone ranger rides again. Butterfield stage came into the station at San Pedro and swayed to a halt. The wheels had barely stopped turning when the door of the stage was thrown open and a tall gray-haired United States monster alike it. We stood beside the vehicle to help a middle-aged woman passenger. Here we are, ma'am. Get tired? No. Watch that step there. You're a wonder, ma'am. I'm more used to travel than you are and yet I don't think... I can't think of rest until I see the man who killed John Hanged. You won't get away this time. I'm going to make sure of that marshal. That man at the door of the station is wearing a sheriff's badge. In this way, ma'am. Sheriff. Oh, howdy. Howdy, ma'am. Oh, I see you're wearing the United States Marshal's badge, mister. You're Sheriff Duncan. Yes. This is Mrs. Boyle. A pleasure, ma'am. Glad to meet you, Sheriff. Sheriff, Mrs. Boyle's husband was murdered last week. I'm sorry to hear that. Yes, he was killed over at Big Rock by a crook that tried to steal his cash. Mrs. Boyle can identify him. Why'd you come here? There's a man living near here who answers the description of the killer. He'll tell me what he looks like and I'll tell you if he's around here. And if he is, we'll get him. Killer or not. Well, he's a small man, Sheriff. Just about the size of that boy standing over there. Just a second, ma'am. Bobby! Huh? Savvy, what happens to young mavericks that don't mind their own business? Well, call ya. All right, now, Hamoose. I'm going, Sheriff. Better keep going, Bobby, till you get home. Don't stop to spread anything you heard. You two engine on your way now. Don't stand around the station unless you're waiting for someone. Uh-huh. We go. You're red-skinned, like they didn't Savvy what we were talking about, but that youngster was sure all ears. Oh, Bobby's all right, ma'am. Always under foot, though. A few kind of sorry for him. Poor kid is no folks at all. Well, the name Sam Jenkins looks after him. Not that Bobby don't think that the sun just about rises and sets in Sam. Well, this isn't getting us any closer to the killer, Sheriff. Ma'am, I want to hear the rest of what you've got to say. Suppose you two come over to my office. All right, Sheriff. Neither the sheriff nor the marshals suspected that the Indian who had been at the San Pedro station was the companion of the masked man whose tip had brought Mrs. Boyle and the marshals to the community. It was Tonto who hurried out of town to join the Lone Ranger in camp. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Did you learn anything in town, Tonto? Uh-huh. Marshall and woman come in stage. Talk to Sheriff. Good. Woman tells Sheriff what killer looked like. Sheriff Duncan may not recognize Sam from the description, but now that Mrs. Boyle's in town, she'll identify him. Come on, Tonto. Go and get him. Maybe lawmen capture killer. They'll take no chances. Sam's escaped the law too often. Easy, big fella. One silver. Come on, scout. In the meantime, Bobby had also reached his destination on the outskirts of town. His home was a small, neat cabin five miles south of San Pedro. It was a home he shared with Sam Jenkins. Oh, oh, boy. Oh, oh, there. Sam. Hey, Sam, where are you? Here I am, kid. I was waiting for you. Sam, you know what I just saw in town? Hold on there, kid. Oh, but Sam. Calm down. Whatever you saw, I can wait for a minute. I got something to show you. Come here. What is it? Something you've been walking lately. Sam. Come on. Take a look. Gosh. Oh, it is. Sam, you bought him. It's the horse I saw at Dad Benson's ranch. Oh, golly. He's the finest horse I ever saw. He's yours, Bobby. Oh, gosh. You hear that? He knows me already. Yep. Oh, golly, Sam. Oh, gee. He had too good to me. Oh, shucks, kid. Forget him. Gee, I can't, Sam. I guess nobody's had taken me in, and he's been as good to me as you had. Now, folks wouldn't have let us sprout like you go homeless for long. Ten, five years have gone all too fast. But if it hadn't been for me that found you, somebody else would have. I'm glad they didn't. Don't lie, kid. You like this quitter, eh? Oh, he's great. Was this what you went to your claim for? Did you get the money to buy him from Dad Benson? Huh? Oh, sure. Sure, kid. Gosh, I... I'd sure like to go to your claim with you sometime. Maybe, maybe. Say, didn't you start to tell me about something you saw in town? Oh, gosh, yeah. I almost forgot it. A United States Marshal's in San Pedro. Yeah? Well, come on. We'd better get back inside and start rusting up some garage. Uh-huh. And Sam, you know why he's here? I can't say as I do. He's after you. He came in on the stage with a woman from Big Rock, and he talked to the sheriff. From Big Rock? Kid, did you say Big Rock? Oh, yeah. Who were they after? Did you hear him say? What did the Marshal bring the woman with him for, huh? Well, Sam, what's wrong? What are you looking like that for? Huh? Oh, sorry, kid. I'm just interested. That's all. What happened? Well, I didn't hear much. The Marshal was telling Sheriff Duncan that the lady's husband was held up in Big Rock. That the skunks shot him in the back. I thought you said you were interested, Sam. I just thought of something, kid. But Sam! Something I gotta take care of. You fix the grub. I'll be back later. But Sam! Sam, wait! Sam! Sam Jenkins dismounted in front of a crudely built lean-to in a wood some distance from his cabin. He built no fire. He just sat there for more than an hour. It was almost dusk. Of course. Whoever you are, rain up! You're covered! Me, Sam! It's Bonnie! Bobby! Ho, ho, boy! Ho, ho, then, ho! Kid, what made you look for me here? Sam, it was you and the Marshal was talking about. Did they come with a cabin? Yeah. Gosh, kid, I don't know what to say. You don't have to say anything, Sam. I don't believe what they're saying about you. You don't? No. No, you wouldn't kill anybody. You're too good to do that. Oh, wait a minute, Bobby. I... Kid, I hate to tell you this, but it's the truth. I... Well, I was always afraid you'd find out about me. Oh, no. Had to come sooner or later. You... You mean you admit you're a crook? A crook? Kid, first I want to tell you that I'm not trying to whitewash myself. I'm no good. Never was. I was running from the law when I first found you. What? Well, Sam, it's not true. Yeah, it felt like a skunk for fooling you. But it's just as true as I'm standing here, kid. I've felt about you like a man at field toward his own son. No matter how bad he was, he wouldn't want his boy to know it. And he wouldn't want to give up his boy either. Well, that's the way it's been with me. I ought to be shot for it. Oh, Sam, don't say things like that. You're covering up for someone. You're trying to protect somebody. That's why you're taking the blame for all this. I know it. You don't believe me, kid? No. God, hey, Sam, I know what you like. You gotta go. They'll catch you. Yeah, sure. But, uh... Well, no matter what comes out, you're not mad at me. I don't believe you're a crook, Sam. I just don't believe it. All right, puppy. Here, boy. Oh, Sam, take my horse. The one you bought. He'll give you a better chance. Well, he is a faster horse. Hey, Sam. Huh? I'm kind of cold, uh... Anyway, you can travel faster without that ploppy hat and loose coat. You want my hat and coat? Sure thing, son. Here. Take him. I didn't think it was that cold. Thanks, Sam. Silly boy. Yeah. Well, Bobby... I guess this is goodbye. Goodbye, Sam. Don't worry, Bobby. It'll be a sore exit, Sam. No matter what people think it, I know you all right. Thanks, kid. Get up there! To the extent of Bobby's simple loyalty, he didn't know that the boy had asked for his hat and coat and switched horses in the hope of drawing the sheriff's party away on a false trail. Sam had been gone for some time when Marshall Hanlon, the sheriff, and the deputy approached the lean-to in the woods. Bobby had remained there. And when the lawman were near, he leaped to Sam's horse and dashed away. Get up! Get up there! I got him! Now knock him from the saddle. Keep your guns handy in case he's flying fossil. That's right. Keep him covered from here. He's a killer. The critter's dangerous. Slow down. Whoa, whoa, whoa. He looks a darn sight smaller when he's laying there in the ground than when he's on the business end of a six gun. We'll close in on him slow. We got you, Sam! Wait. Rain up, sheriff. Ho, ho, ho! Someone's coming this way. Open that! You that, sheriff? Yeah. Don't take your eyes off of Sam, deputy. I won't, sheriff. This might be a trick or some kind. There's more than one rider. Can you make him out? Not yet, but they better not try anything. He'll stop late if they do. Seems to be three of them. Yeah. There's something familiar about that one horse, the big one. Marshall! Hi, man! Hi, there! Rain up! Sheriff, the man on the white horse. Oh, he's coming to look. Oh, he's a terrific fella. Marshall, I think you want this man for murder. Jenkins. What's in places? A mask man. We were on the way here to get him and met him on the trail. You're Sam Jenkins. That's right. But we shot. Who did we shoot? Did you shoot someone? That critter over there on the ground. We mistook him for Sam and let him have it. I wonder how bad he's hurt. Sheriff. Sheriff, you shot Bobby. We saw him wearing your hat and coat and riding your horse. You shot Bobby. You shot the kid. And he never did nothing wrong in all his life. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger story. Before the next exciting scene, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. To our story, Sheriff Duncan was furious when he found he'd made the mistake of shooting the boy Bobby instead of Sam Jenkins. The grim-faced lawman was determined not to make another error. By thunder, you won't get away this time, Jenkins. You yellow, low-down pole cat kid. Kid, say something. Take it easy, Jenkins. Potter will dress those wounds. Is he... Is it bad in him? Uh, him hit bad. Now I salivate, don't it? Telling me he was cold. Asking for my hat and coat. Wanting me to take his horse. I never know what it was he was thinking. There wasn't much light. Seeing him on that horse and with your hat and coat, I was sure it was you. Huh, careful engine. Don't hurt him. He's unconscious, Jenkins. He won't feel the pain. All right, Sam. You're coming along with me. Boy, need Dr. Quick. We'll take him into town right now. You carry him on your horse, Deputy. All right, sir. What? Lift him easy, now, engine. Now I've lifted him, sir. There. Now start for town. Take him to Doc Maxwell right away. Right, sir. You think he did it for me? I should have known. Jenkins has been a regular one-man crime wave over in Big Rock. I admit it. You'll find plenty to loot in my house. Sam, you're going back to town like the Marshall said. You'll ride between us. Yes, for you, mister. Yes. I don't know who you are, but you're wearing a mask, and that's tone-right suspicious. Just a minute, Sheriff. Despite of the fact that this man's masked, we're obligated to him for capturing Sam Jenkins. Yes. On top of that, he's the one I met in Big Rock, one who told me we'd find Jenkins around here. You sure of that? Yes, I can't mistake that voice. I think we'll let the masked man as Indian friend go on their way. Well, if you say so. I do. Now let's get going. I've got to get into town and see about the kid. If anything happens to him... If you get into town, but you're heading for the jail till that stage comes through, we're leaving on it tomorrow morning for Big Rock. Are you a stranger? We'll meet again, Marshall. Send him in, big fella. There you go. Get him. Get him. Well, Tonto, we'd better be on our way. Where are we going? To San Pedro. I want to see if there's anything we can do for Bobby. Come on, silly. You're not a scout. Bobby was taken to the home of Dr. Maxwell in the town of San Pedro, while Sam spent the night in jail. The following morning, the Marshall took the killer aboard the stage for Big Rock, and the sheriff went to inquire about Bobby. The Lone Ranger and Tonto were at an open window where they could hear what the doctor said. Hey, Terry, Sheriff, the boy can live if he wants to, but he doesn't seem to want to. Hear that, Tonto? No. He isn't essentially a criminal. What's the matter with him, Doc? He doesn't seem to want to get well. Don't want to get well. He's sorry for that no-good killer. Yes. He won't believe that Sam's as bad as the law says. Doc got it, Doc. Bobby's a good kid. Is there something we can do for him? Listen, Tonto. Hey, don't close it. Doc, let me talk to him. Hey, kill me in the next room. Tonto, let's move to the next window and hear what Bobby has to say. Uh-huh. Well, Bobby, hello, Sheriff. I understand you're going to get well. What's the use? Oh, now, son, where's your spunk? He'll hang, Sam. Now, son, you've got to forget Sam. I don't want to forget Sam. He took me in when I didn't hear from anyone. He brought me up. He caught me reading and writing. It was Sam going to... I want to die. Just see. I want to be where Sam is. Yeah, but it'll leave him, Sheriff. Doc, honey, Doc, what are we going to do about him? Yeah, I wish I knew. Do you think that he's going to sleep and he won't eat? Sheriff, he won't live unless he wants to. After overhearing the conversation, the lone ranger and Tonto took off along the trail in pursuit of the stage. It was a couple of hours later. The marshal and his prisoner were alone in the big butterfield in the lawman kept a close watch on Sam. Then suddenly... Driver, what's the trouble? Hold up. Get up there, get up. Wait, I know those two. Pull up, driver. Pull up, I'll tell you. All right, then. Marshal, I've got to talk to you about Bobby Gillis. What about him? How's he getting on? Well, a very good chance that the boy will die. Die? Oh, he can't die. There's got to be some way to save him. He's too young to die. Too fine a lad. Sam, shut up. But Marshal... Let me finish. The wound won't kill him. What do you mean? He doesn't want to live. Why not? He's got everything to live for. He feels that you've been misjudged, Sam. Me? Misjudged? When I get this crook to Big Rock and let a few witnesses take a look at him, there'll be a string of charges as long as you're on. Nevertheless, Bobby's whole life is built around the man who cared for him these past few years. He doesn't want to live without Sam. Dog gone at all. You mean to say there's a chance he'll die? It's because he don't want to live without Sam? That's Marshal. Hanging on, Marshal, there's got to be some way to make that lad water live. There is. How? It's up to you and the Marshal, Sam. You can do it if you've got enough courage. What's courage got to do with it? My plan's going to take more courage than anything you've ever done. Furthermore, we've got to have the help of the Marshal. Not making any promises, Mr. But I'll admit you've got me curious. What is your plan? The lone ranger talked for some time before he and Tato turned their horses and hit the back trail. It was late afternoon when they rained up in front of Dr. Maxwell's home. Oh, sir. They were the horses, Tato. I'll talk to the doctor and the sheriff. Sheriff's horse there. He came inside with Dr. Yes, I know. What's the matter, man? Did he, doctor? Don't be afraid. So you're back again? Yes. I'm here to talk to Bobby. Perhaps to save his life. Sheriff, I'm here with the Marshal's permission. You and the doctor come to the next room and listen to what I tell the boy. Well, Dad read it all right. Well, let's do as he says, chief. I'm sure there's nothing to lose. Well, all right, then. What's new about Sam? Bobby, the last time I saw you, you were unconscious. Who are you? Yeah. Even though he's in jail. I don't care where he is. I want to be with him. Those sidekicks. The partners. If Sam hangs up, I want to hang with him. You're not strong enough for the trip to Big Rock. I couldn't go there anyhow. Yes, you can. I can't. I have the promise of the Marshal. As soon as you're strong enough to travel, you can join Sam in prison. Not now. Wait, hold on. That kid in prison? I have the word of the Marshal. I'll get well. I promise I will if I can be with Sam. Bobby's interest in life was renewed. Even the doctor was surprised at the speed with which the boy's strength returned. In three days, he was able to board the morning stage, coach and start. But Dr. Maxwell and the sheriff, they reached Big Rock. Sam, the boy's here. Oh. He is? Do you think you can go through with the Masked Man's plans? I'll have him brought in. He wants to be jailed in this cell. Locked up. Just so that we can be together. That's right. Well, if he thinks that much about me, I guess I can muster up the courage to do what the Masked Man suggested. It'll be the hardest thing I ever did. Bring the boy in. All right. Sheriff, bring Bobby in here. Coming, Marshal. I'll leave you two alone. Yeah. Well, Bobby, this is the cell. Sam. Oh, gosh, Sam, it's good to see you. Shut the door. Hey, Bob, that's what you wanted. Go on, Sheriff. Well, you warn me, little squirt. I got you in here where I can deal with you. Sam. What's the matter? Are you little troublemaker? Sam, what's got into you? You, you're the cause of all my trouble. If I hadn't hung around this neck of the woods and making out like I liked you, I'd never been caught. Making out? Yeah, you thought I liked you. Why, you little pipsqueak. I was fooled by you, that's what. I was fooled into thinking you had a lot of cash and that's the only reason I had time for you and what a sucker I was. What a fool. No, Sam, listen, what's the matter with you? You mean you, you were just acting all these years? Acting as if you liked me? Sure I was acting, but I'm not acting now. I'm finishing you off and I'm getting out of here. No, Sam. Don't grab him. Get back here, Sam. Sheriff, lock the door on Sam. Right. Golly, Dr. I never saw Sam like that before. He was going to kill me. He sure was. It was an error escape. Good thing we hadn't left the building or we wouldn't have heard you. Doc, Sam's been hating me all these years. He was friendly just because I thought he had some money coming to me. Golly, I think I was sorry for him. Yes, yes. Bob, it's lucky you came here. You might have gone on feeling sorry for him. He had no good on me. Golly, Doc, I had him sized up wrong. Yes. Funny how things work out, Bob. If you'd gone on living with Sam and he hadn't been caught, you might have grown up and outlawed just like him. Yeah. Yeah, I might have. Bob, why don't you live with me? With you? Sure. You might grow up to be a doctor. Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh, Marshal, you hear that? Yeah, it's good sense land. Well, come on, Bobby. We'll go outside and wait for the stage to take his home. Adios, Marshal. Chef. Well, Marshal, looks like things worked out. I, uh, Sam was just telling me. Sam did at least one good deed before he goes to hang. Yeah, tell me, Marshal, who was that masked man that suggested the good deed? Chef, he's known as a lone ranger. The story you have just heard has operated.