 A cloud of dust and a hardy, high old silver, the lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion Toto, the masked 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 and the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver, the lone ranger rides again. More silver! Let's go big folks! 1866. The ominous clouds of war and death that had so recently shadowed the United States still hung over our sister republic of Mexico. Maximilian's French troops moved steadily northward, crushing the resistance of a brave patriot army that fought for freedom and fought beloved president Benito Pablo Juarez. In a small tent near the village of Satio, field headquarters of the republican army, commander-in-chief Mariano Escobedo received bad news. Comandante, what is it, oddly? They dispatched Comandante. The rider just arrived. They dispatched from General Revelle. Revelle, give it to me. Revelle, can it mean that he has been... We'll soon know, General de Est. Well? Monterey has fallen. Monterey? It isn't possible. We better plan to counterattack. The French Marshal Bazin caught the entire command and the crossfire, wiped it out. Revelle defeated. Did you hear that, Colonel O'Reilly? See, I heard. That's what I've been expecting. I think we should ask Bazin for an armistice and come to terms with Maximilian. That is a decision that only Benito Pablo Juarez can make. Our hundred president. And where is Benito Pablo Juarez now? Miles away, safe and secure. Do you think that he would... Wait! I heard horses. Perhaps there is later news from Revelle. Benito Pablo Juarez. Presidente. Can Benito. Senor Juarez. It is good to see you, Senor Juarez. But the news we have for you is not good. Monterey has fallen. See, I know. Dispatcher had to reach me only a few moments ago. What are we going to do, Can Benito? Do the same thing we have done before. Fight a rearguard action and retreat to the north. Fight a rearguard action with what? Broken battalions? No gunpowder? He's right, Senor. We have cannon and shot, but very little gunpowder. Our last shipment from the north. I took every precaution to keep it a secret. But as usual, but say and find out. Therefore, I have already made arrangements for something better than gunpowder. Better? Nitro glycerin. Nitro? What does that, senor Juarez? Evidently, you have not heard of a Swedish scientist named Nobel. Alfred Nobel. You speak in riddles, Don Benito. I'll explain. A few years ago, Alfred Nobel perfected a new explosive. The most powerful the world has ever known. It is an oil made of nitric acid and glycerin. Last month, I learned that Senor Nobel had left Sweden, was in the United States, at San Francisco. So I sent a young countryman of ours to visit him. Countryman? See, a young man who was also a scientist in the chemist. Miguel Alvarado. But, senior president, how do you hope... This morning I received a letter from Miguel Alvarado. I'll read it to you. He writes, Dear Senor President, You will be gratified to learn that my mission was successful. I have arranged with Senor Nobel to purchase the patent rights for manufacture of nitro glycerin in the Republic of Mexico. The new explosive oil is infinitely more powerful than we thought. I will bring a sample of it with me, and meet you as scheduled on the last day of the month in Sonora. Until then, leave for Mexico. Bueno! I don't always to be skeptical, senor Juarez. But how can an explosive as powerful as nitro glycerin be used? To what you say is true, we'll blow our cannon to bits. We can no longer fight as an army. We will disband former guerrilla groups, retreat into the northern mountains. Fighting a rearguard action? With nitro glycerin to destroy bridges and close canyons behind us. Excellent. And I think the use of the new explosive will have another effect on our enemies. What is that, senor? Fear. In my youth as a student, I learned a simple truth in the study of psychology. Fear breeds fear. We'll have sure, right, senor? Listen. French gunfire. And it's coming from the west. That means it will surround us. Come! It is true. You can see the smoke from their cannons. Excuse me. With your permission down beneath you and commandante. Adios. Gias. Are you going to... Attack the French. Begin the rearguard action you spoke about. Vaya condios. Roca! We will follow your orders, senor Presidente. Bueno. I must leave you now because I have a long journey ahead. The day after tomorrow I meet Miguel Alvarado in Sonora. Adios. Down beneath you. One more thing, commandante. The letters from Miguel Alvarado. I must have left it on the table in your tent. Destroy it. Say, senor. I have great faith in this new discovery. Perhaps night will glitter in and the fear it will strike in the hearts of our enemies. They saved Mexico without people. It was less than an hour later when a cavalry officer made his way to the battle lines and reached the command post to the Kili Bazin. Field Marshal of the French Marshal. So no, Mother Charlotte, I bring news. Important news. Well, give it isn't our most important ly a sonocracy in the army of Juarez. Did you see him Carlos? Yes. What is the news? Is that stupid Indian in his feon army want to surrender? No, senor Juarez has just left our headquarters. Juarez? You fool. Why didn't you let me know? If I could capture Juarez, the cattle he calls truce with polota. Well, the visit was unexpected. He remained only a few minutes. And what's the news? Speak up. A letter addressed to senor Juarez. He speaks for himself. Let me see it. Hmm. Alfred Nobel. Nitroglycerine. Stop bracing. Something wrong, senor Marshal? Wrong. This. This Nobel. The emperor himself tried to purchase some of these new explosives. Nobel refused. And now? Now he gives it to that payable rival too late. Nitroglycerine. What is that, senor? Oh, he would not understand. Miguel Alvarado. Who is he, you rady? What is mentioned only a young chemist. Let's see. He will be in Sonora the day after tomorrow. Captain Lopez. Yes, senor. Quick. He travels in the province of Sonora. Yes, senor. Here. He has undoubtedly traveled from San Diego to Yuma by stagecoach. He would have to ride a saddle horse after he crosses the line and... Lopez, see? See this point? The main trail from the territory of Arizona to Sonora. See, Marshal. Take a detail of your native militia. Sometime, day after tomorrow, a man named Miguel Alvarado will travel that route. Stop him. Right here would be a good place. But, senor Marshal, his spot you indicate is Echo Canyon. Very dangerous terrain. What's dangerous about it? A favorite place of ambush for Apache-Indian rides. Oh, I'm not interested in apaches. I want Miguel Alvarado. Brought back here alive. See, it shall be done, Marshal. If a half-witted Indian named Juarez can buy the formula for nitroglycerin, I certainly can't steal it. Two days passed. On the afternoon of the second day, the lone ranger in Toronto rained up their horses on a high trail about Echo Canyon. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Well, we'll rest the horses for a few minutes, tunnel. Ah. Son, plenty heartin'. Quimacabi. What is it? See you on trail, bottom of canyon. Well, a right pony. Yes, I see. Nothing unusual in there. Look. Behind, tunnel. 20 men ride hard. Look like soldiers. Oh, yeah. You're right, tunnel. Uniforms mean French troops who have no reason or right to be on the side of the line. You think maybe they... Oh, look. They're open fire. They're gaining on him. I wonder why he doesn't try to get to the other top now. Take bottles and saddle bags. I'm gonna throw it. Yes, but I'm afraid it'll take more than a bottle of water. What makes big noise? Me not see. Neither did I. I didn't stop the soldiers. They're still after him. Hello. Huh? This is Echo Canyon. If we ride down from this end, keep behind the brush and do a lot of shooting and yelling, we can make it sound like an Apache war party. Ah, scared soldiers. I hope so. I hope so. I hope so. You cannot count. I hope so. Are you going any further? The horse has winded. The rest of the Nitroblister in is in the other saddlebag. We can't get over it. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Raise your head, big old Alperador. On one big wave. I'm delaying. Oh. How did you know that I... I mean, know my name? The military intelligence of his magistrate's army knows many things. Well, you... there's no right to stop me here. This is sort of the United States. United States of America. The United States of America. The United States of America. The United States of America. The United States of America. The United States of America. Here by the size of us. The United States of America. Never mind, we won't be here at long. The road is less than a mile away. Pepe Chicos... Hey, captain! By the the end of Mr. Alperador to his saddle, he will ride ahead of us. See you later, sergeant! Get him! Get him! Get him! Move the bandages! We can go out and we are wearing a mask. There must be a thousand mitches behind you. We're out of cellular, captain! Forget your prisoner! Oh, no, nothin'! No, you're wrong. I'm not a bandit. The Apaches. What did we came up with? There aren't any Apaches. That's my friend and myself. I thought... I mean, I heard... The same thing the soldiers thought they heard. A lot of echoes. Echoes? I can't believe it. You've saved my life. Help me. You weren't doing such a bad job of helping yourself. Oh, I'm curious to know what caused the explosion. I saw you throw some kind of a bomb and I wanted... Not any of it. I threw a flask of nitroglycerin. I think I've heard about nitroglycerin. It's more, isn't it? See, I have two more flasks in my saddlebag. Senor, you're an outlaw. Why did you help us? I'm an American. I helped you because I disliked foreign troops invading any part of our country. You can understand how we feel below the border. You belong to the Army of Juarez? I am a Patriot, Senor. I'm a Patriot. Those troops trailing you, it might be a good idea to take a different route into Mexico. Do you know of such a route? Otto and I were on our way to see a friend of ours. Partly of a mission a few miles from here. Why not ride with us? Stop there for supper. You mean you would... I shall be honored, Senor. Good. We'll head for the mission now. You fool! You plunder fool! With soldiers like you, it's no wonder the French troops are needed in each country. But it wasn't my fault, Senor Marshal. We were ambushed by a party of Apache Indians, all the rest of them. So your men plan and run like fright and raven? We were outnumbered and the Apaches were led by a gringo avoiding a mess. Indian black mess? What are you? Man or capital? Cadeno Pes, you will double the number of your troops. Return to the border. Search every foot of it. See, Marshal. Bring back Miguel Alvarado and the dead are alive. The same order applies to the outlaw with the black mask. If there is such a present, don't you understand? See, Marshal. It shall be done. The curtain falls on the first act of our own ranger story. Before the next exciting scene, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. To continue our story. It was just after sunset when the lone ranger, Tonto and Miguel Alvarado arrived at the Padres mission. Will you stay with the horses, Tonto? Grayle, I'll wait for you inside. Ah. Oh, wait. You'd better take your saddlebags and with us. Grayle? Hey, wise precautions, senor. I'll carry them. Hilbert, go on. I was just preparing the evening meals. If you'll excuse me, it won't take long. Certainly, buddy. We can rest here for a while, Miguel. Wait a minute. Senor, I'll confess, I'm still baffled by the whole experience. Is that so? Who are you? Why do you wear that mask? Why did you risk your life to help someone you had never seen before? Well, the mask and who I am isn't important. I've already told you the reason for what I did in Echo Canyon. That amazes me, too. How did you know that eight or ten soldiers heavily armed would turn and run when they heard the cries of the imaginary Indians? I didn't know for sure. But I didn't know there have been many Apache raids in Echo Canyon. Most people, even soldiers, are afraid of it. They made use of their fear. That's all. Make use of fear? I've heard senior waterists speak almost the same words. The simple fact of human psychology. If more people realize that the greatest fear is fear itself, there'd be less unhappiness in the world. I can't believe it. A masked outlaw discussing psychology. I really know very little about it. But the boundary has some excellent books on the subject. One over there at the end of the shelf, another window, but I think... Keep it, sonny. Hello, what's wrong? We see plenty of soldiers around the trail. They come both ways. Soldiers? That means... I can see from the window whether or not... It's all right. I must be searching every ranch on farmhouse who are in the middle. Soldiers are coming. Yes, I know, Padre. We'll have to work fast. But it's impossible to hold off an entire cavalry troop. It's me, they want. I should do it. You're right over here at the canyon. You told me that getting that night for Glishman to Juarez was the most important thing in the world to you. It is. But you're not a citizen of Mexico. This isn't your fight. Only fight for freedom is mine. Padre, you go out to the courtyard. Hold them off with talk as long as you can. Yes, my son. Miguel, make your jacket and hat here. There's a room with the back of the mission only a few feet from the stable. Wait there until you hear the soldiers come in here and get on your horse and ride. But how? I mean... One more thing. You better pour the nightgrip Glishman into another bottle. Leave the flasks there in the kitchen. I will do that. Lucky thing you and I are about the same weight in size. Sir, you're not going... Hurry up, Miguel. There's no time to lose. I'll be your order, sir. Why your content? Ah, Toto, help me with the disguise. I mean the savvy. I've got to be, Miguel. Alvarado with the time the soldiers get in here. My mission is just a humble place of worship, señor. How could I possibly know? Enough of your lies. We will search Adobe Shack and see for ourselves. Corporal, bring him in. Say, Capitán... You can see there is no one looking for someone, Capitán. Alvarado! Miguel Alvarado! You are under arrest. That isn't my name. But I would argue with a gun. Mientes. Depe Chico, hold him. Hey, Capitán. We find the young rebel who would carry the gun. We find the young rebel who would carry nice old glycerin to Juarez hiding in a church like a frightened mouse. Just a minute, and I'll tell you. No, I'm afraid you don't, Captain. Not this time. Ah, you lie. Where is the nice glycerin? Why should I know? Chico, 30th place. It's an evil-smelling yellow-colored oil, probably in a bottle. That is what he threw at us in the canyon. See? I have Chico has a proper respect for nice new glycerin. See? It doesn't know the difference between royalists and rebels. Shut up! Here, Capitán. That's my model I find in the kitchen. There are traces of yellow oil. And he has destroyed it. With this proof, do you still deny you are Miguel Alvarado? Yes, I do. Very well. I will save further questions until later. We leave at once for the military prison at Canaya. Guard your prison of cobras. Yes, Captain. March. How can we help him, Tonto? He does not know. Tonto thinks this time nobody can help Mask Man. There are too many soldiers, too many guns. I will follow them to the prison at Canaya. Maybe they will let me see him. Ah, you wait here. But there must be something we can do, my son. I will go to this French malachal bizarre, or to Maximilian himself and appeal for mercy. I'm afraid it wouldn't do any good, Padre. You heard what the guard just told me. Order for my execution, it's been delivered. They can't execute you. You are an American citizen. I'll go to the consulate. Well, there isn't time for that. Besides, I'm here under the name of Miguel Alvarado. Why, my son? Must your life be the forfeit? So there'll be natural glistening for warriors. Why, why did you do it? I admit my scheme didn't work out so well. I thought Captain Lopez would take me to the marshal. That would have given me time to plan an escape. No. Apparently, nothing but a firing squad. Oh, if there were only something, some way... Wait, I just thought of... Is there still time for you to go to the mission and get back here before daybreak? I can't bring in any weapons. The guard searched me. It isn't a gun that I want. Listen, Padre, listen carefully. What mask man say? He wants you to return with me, Tonto. Bring Silver and wait near the south side of the prison. Ah. You smuggle him guns, low-range or shoot way out? No, that is impossible. He asked me to bring only one thing. And what that? A book. The last one on the shelf under the window. And he wants it wrapped in brown paper. I have it here. Book. Me not savvy. Nor do I. But it's almost daybreak. We must hurry. Come. Alvarado. Excuse me, my son. They won't allow me to go into the room with you. Yes, I know, Padre. Don't worry about me. Just hope. I will pray with all my heart. Corporal. Eh? I have saw this the last hours of many condemn men. With your permission, may the prisoner carry this small book with him. Paper books will ask that bullet. Here. Thank you, Padre. Marge. Alvarado. In nomine, Padre. Excuse me. That's the servitor's sign, too. Oh! Well, Captain. Well, no. Line up your men, corporal. We get this over with. See. Well, Michuel Alvarado. What have you to say? Nothing. A blindfold for your eyes, perhaps. So you won't see the death that will speak from these four eyes. No. Thank you. Stand against your firewalls. Michuel Alvarado. My commanding officer orders me to extend these offers. Deform your love for explosives you have memorized. Give it to the imperial government and your life will be spared. I have nothing to say. Then we wait precious time. What? Just a moment, Captain Lopez. Well? I do have one thing to say. You're actually kidding the wrong man. What? You are Michuel Alvarado? Oh. I am not. If you lie. It's the truth. And who would you ever believe you are, senor? You might say I'm, well, an amateur psychologist. Psychologist. A man about to die, a threat of about science. Ready? And there's something else I forgot to mention. Have you noticed this flat package I have in my hand? Package? The book, Captain. The priest gave it to him. He brought the book of prayer. It might be. But it isn't. Remember the flat bottle you found at the mission? It had contained nitroglycerin, a very powerful explosive. You discovered yesterday in the canyon. Remember? The book you have has nothing to do with it. No. The same shape and size, Captain. That's wrapped in brown paper, that's all. You mean it is a bottle filled with... You're blocking. The slightest jar sets off nitroglycerin. I don't believe it. I don't believe it. There's one sure way to prove it. Go ahead and shoot. I can't hold this after I'm dead. If none of your bullets strike it, it will fall on the stone floor, Captain. You... Hand me that knife. You better stay where you are. I might drop it. You can't blow it. Why don't you give orders to shoot, Captain? I'm ready. Don't you... We'll all die together. This much nitroglycerin will blow the whole prison a hundred feet into the air. I... Ready? And... No, no, Captain. You're the killing of one rebel who has a sacrifice of our life. He's bluffing, maybe not. He has explosive oil today. I refuse to shoot. I refuse to commit suicide. I'll have every one of you caught, my property. Better that than being blown to bits. You're talking good common sense. I congratulate you. I... I'll kill you myself with my own gun. Why risk it, Captain? You... Alison Coffey, I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'll walk across the room, open that door, and walk out. Any of you make a move or try to stop me, I'll drop this little flat package. You understand? Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on. One second, sir. Why should I take it with me? As I close the door, I'll just pop it into the air like this. What is it? It didn't... The door! After that, man! The door is locked from the other side, Captain. Look! Look! It was a book, a drawer. Nothing but a book. Father told the truth. Gringo, I'm very fooled, I seem to be thinking it. Let me see that. Eh... What is it? I cannot read it. It's Gringo English. All it says on the first page is this. A lesson in applied psychology. Third is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.