 a fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hi-ho, silver! The Long Ranger! With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, 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. Out of the past, can the thundering hoof beat to the great horse Silver? The Long Ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! Faster, boys, faster! I am Silver! The campfire softly silhouetted the figures of an Indian and a boy who sat cross-legged in its circle of light. From far back in the Arroyo, where they were camped, came the mournful hood of an owl, and night settled over the prairie with a blanket of stars. The boy watched as the Indian fed brushwood to the flames, and the fire leaped upward to reveal the features of Tonto and Dan Reed, the 14-year-old nephew of the Long Ranger. Golly, this is a swell life. Cooking your meals over a campfire and sleeping under the stars. Oh, rain's life plenty fine. I want to live in the open, too. I mean as much as you and the Long Ranger do. Long Ranger, like to hear you say that. Gosh, I wish he was here. I know him come by and by, and we three ride together. We three. Somehow I still can't believe it's true. I mean my being the Long Ranger's nephew and everything. You and the Long Ranger like in plenty ways, Dan. You mean some of the things I do and say reminds you of him? Gosh, I want to be like him in as many ways as I can. But it's sure good to hear you say it, Tonto. You know, I keep wondering. What's your wonder about? About the adventures you and the Long Ranger had. The things you've accomplished together. Most of what I know about you are the stories Gran used to tell me. I always dreamed that someday I'd meet the Long Ranger. I guess that's why I was so taken in by Greg, the outlaw who personated him just before you two came to Copperville. And that not first time outlaw masquerade is Long Ranger. You mean criminals have impersonated him before? Not right. Well, tell me about one of them. You listen. Let me tell you about time. Not long go. Crooks not only masqueraders and Long Ranger, but Tonto too. One time, at midnight in Bear Ridge, only cafes show sign of life. Then guns bark. Two men rush out of swinging doors. Two men raise a white horse. The engine's out of paint. They shot the bark. He stole the cash. After him, boy. Other time, customer enter Western Express office. Him find safe open and manager bound and gagged. Hey, who did it? A mass caller in the nineties. They robbed the safe. Sounds like the same to held up the cafe. Yeah, heard them right off. The mass man called his horse Silver. Then driver and guard of Overland State held up by outlaw. Outlaw escaped. Shoot him, Tom. They emptied the bullets. I'll have to load it. Too late. They're riding around the van. They won't get far. They're too easy to recognize. Sure. It's all hungry. We're in a white hat and a black mask. And an engine called Tonto. Get up. Get up, boy. Come on. Get up there. The ones who robbed the cafe and the express office in the stage. Were they pretending to be you and the Long Ranger? That's right. But we not know that till later. Well, how'd you find out about it? Well, we ride trail to town. Sun, plenty hot. Make it hard for horses. Silver and Scouts see creek ahead. Then go plenty fast. The horses are thirsty again, fellow? No. Then work plenty hard. We'll let them drink at that creek. That should satisfy them until we reach Bear Ridge. Bear Ridge? Not far now. Is that it, big fella? We'll go off first water for our canteens while we're here. Sun, make it plenty hot. There you are, Silver. You drink too, Scout. Me kill canteens. There. They're yours. Thanks, Tutto. No, me feel mine. That's enough, Silver. There's still some riding to do. Come, Scout. All right, Tutto. You look there. Two men shooting at us. Couldn't put us in the worst position. There's no cover here. Before we could ride them down, they'd pick us off and behind those boulders. What we do? Pretend you're hit, Tutto. I'll fire a few shots and then do the same. Me savvy. Bring your guns into the open. Can you see where they are, Tutto? Two men. They look like prospectors. Prospectors? That's strange. They can look at them, too. The other one, Tutto. Let me get them. Look out. They tricked us. You slippery coyote. I'll take that gun. My jaw feels like it's busted. I don't like to be ambushed. Log on, you red-skinned. My face is as sore as a boil. Who are you? Hank Stewart and Luke Peters. Two old fools who don't have the sense of a who-dowl. Why, Juniper, when I think that we had you critters corraled and then let you trick us out of the reward? What reward? It's no use playing innocent, mister. We know all about you two outlaws. There aren't two that we do. You held up the stage, express office in the cafe and killed the barkeeper. Oh, you make mistake. Don't deny it. We saw you rob the cafe, both of you. And you, mister, you're wearing the same white hat and black mask you wore on all them cooking jobs you pulled. You called your sidekick Tutto, too. I see. We're not outlaws. Wait, wait, Tutto. You'd better clear out of these parts, mister. We don't want your kind around Bear Ridge. Luke's right. You want to stay healthy, Vamoose. Or mark my words, mister. You'll tempt a noose. Steady, big fella. I'll make it again. Come on, Silver. Get him up, scoundrel. What did you and the Lone Ranger do then? We ride to Bear Ridge. But with the reward notices posted and everything, that's just a place where somebody would be sure to spot you. Ah, that Lone Ranger's plan. At the same time, Sheriff had visitor in office. We'll learn about it later. Come in. Well... Howdy, Banker Holmes. Didn't expect to see you. Only have a minute, Chef, but I wanted to see you about something important. I sure. I reckon you know my deputy, Cobb Morgan. Of course. Howdy. Howdy. What's on your mind, Mr. Holmes? Well, to come to the point, Chef, it's always two outlaws, the marriage man and the Indian. They've stayed some mighty successful wholips in this town. You mean to say they've got you worried, too? On the count of your bank. Well, frankly, yes. And right now, more than ever. What do you mean? Well, the Bear Ridge mining company deposited a large amount of gold to my bank for safekeeping today. Yeah? $10,000 worth. And if anything happened to it, I just couldn't make up the laws. Oh, it's heavy. You've got a suspicion something might happen to it, huh? Well, I can't be sure. But the marriage man and the Indian seem to know just where to strike to make away with the richest wholes. I never thought of that before. That's why I came to you, Chef. I wanted to ask you a favor. Naturally, I'll make it with you while. Go ahead and speak your mind, Mr. Holmes. Well, I've arranged to have the gold shipped by tomorrow's stage to the bank in Barton. It'll be much safer there. And there'll be a strong guard to see that the stage gets through. Well, then, what do you want of me? Well, I want you and your deputy here to stand guard over the gold at the bank tonight, Chef. My regular bank guard is sick, and I don't want to risk anything happening to the gold before I can ship it to Barton. Yeah, I reckon you're right. We'll be glad to bludge if we're watching over the gold, Mr. Holmes. Now, Sheriff? Why, sure. No trouble at all. You don't know what a load you've taken over my mind. I'll be working in my office until late tonight. I'll wait for you. Yeah. Well, good day. Uh, just one thing more. Yes? You better not mention anyone else that Carver me will be standing guard at the bank. Well, why not? Is there any reason... Just a precaution, Mr. Holmes. You see, if word got out about it, the mass men of the engine might suspicion we were watching over something valuable and raid the bank for the gold. Well, of course I didn't think of that. I won't mention it to us all. See you tonight, Mr. Holmes. Well, we wouldn't miss that appointment for anything. Good day. Good day. The old coot. Worrying about all that gold at this bank. And then telling us about it. He wouldn't have been so loose with his tongue if he knew about our little masquerade, huh, Cub? With you disguised as a lone ranger and me as Toronto. Nobody will ever know the difference. Yeah. Folks around here never heard of them, too, anyway. So far as they know, they're outloaders. We took good care to make people believe that. It's a good thing you're part engine, Cub. Yeah. Yeah. Talking engine's a cinch for me. Me talk heap like engine fella. Oh. Holmes thinks we're doing him a favor by taking care of the gold. You'll never know what kind. As soon as we get there, we'll shut his mouth for keeps. So we can't be blamed for letting the gold get away. Yeah. Folks will think it was the mask manly engine. Just as before. Hey, who's that coming? Chef! Luke and me have got news for you. We saw the mask manly engine. Yeah, them two outlaws you're searching for. Hank and me ambushed them out in the trail. Yeah, but they've got to be careful. Yeah, but they got away. You mean it. Stop where you are. Hold it, we're ready. You'll have to catch us first. Come on, we're still away. Come on, stop. Cub, look, it's... There's a mask manly engine. They're riding out of town. Oh, and thunder... What are you waiting for? Get after him. Come on, Cheryl. What carb, if we go... Quit cabin. A body would think you wanted them two to get away. All right, Cub. Form a posse. We'll track them killers down. Form posse. No one range in me. Make getaway. What's it taking some fast and fancy riding to dodge those bullets while you were in town? We make use of all Indian trick. Ride horses and crooked lines. Where'd you go? We stop and ravine. Maybe five miles from Bear Ridge. Oh, Silver Boy. Oh, Scott, hold on. Hold on. Hold on. We camp too near town. They find us here plenty quick. Very big fella. I want them too, Tutto. Oh, that's why you shoot guns in front of jail, huh? Yes. I wanted the sheriff to follow us. Allen's huddled Silver. He's got ready to ride. Me not savvy. We'll make the men who are impersonating us tip their hand, Tutto. How? I'm going to be captured and thrown in jail. I don't mean that. The outlaws can impersonate us as long as I'm in custody. That's right. If they continue their masquerade, they'll have to set me free. Oh. Then we know who outlaws are, huh? Now me savvy. You take big risk, he must hubby. Lawman think you killer. Not too big. Then take off mass. I've already disguised my face. That should be the sheriff and he's men now. Steady Scout, steady. You've got to get away, Tutto. That's why I didn't let them take me in town. When they see Silver unsaddled, they'll believe they cut me off guard. I'll fire a few shots to make them think I'm trying to stand them off. I'm going, Tutto. Get on, Scout! Don't get them! 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. I'll continue our story. The shadows of night thickened in the arroyo where Dan Reed listened rapidly to Tutto's tale of adventure from the Lone Ranger's past. And the Indian laid more brushwood on the dying fire. The flames licked hungrily at the brush. And Tutto's face, as he resumed his story, was boldly outlined by their glow. Sheriff, take Lone Ranger to jail. Lock him in cell. Did he take off the Lone Ranger's mask? Uh-huh. But him not see Lone Ranger's face. Him see disguise. I bet the sheriff sure hated to arrest him. Cobb too. Especially with a new crooked scheme they had up their sleeves. Oh, I'm plenty mad. But we not know about that till later. Luckness beats everything. Yeah. Just when we're set to collect $10,000 in gold. Folks would never believe a mask man robbed the bank when he's sitting right there in jail. Something mighty funny about the way he was caught anyway. We gave him every chance to escape, we could. Yeah. You know, he acted almost like he wanted to be captured. Hmm. Your sis puts a period of pulling any more jobs disguised as a Lone Ranger in the Redskim. We still have a chance. A slim one. Yeah, what's that? The engine, Tauno. He got away. Yeah, I saw him. And them two are as thick as birds. The Redskim will do everything he can to get the mask man out of jail. I guess you're right. Maybe I could even bust him free myself. Disguised as the engine. Wait a minute. Huh? You gave me an idea. Let's hear it. There's a newshanger with a mask man for killing the barkeep. What of it? If he had to break jail to escape a hang nut, he'd go, wouldn't he? Rick and he would. And if the engine was seen with him outside, folks would figure he broke him loose, wouldn't they? Yeah. And if they both went free, they'd be blamed for any jobs we wanted to pull. Ain't that so? What are you driving at? Just this. I wouldn't be surprised if the mask man was threatened with a noose tonight, Cobb. A lynch noose. A lot of the boys are pretty angry about the killing of the barkeep. Shouldn't take but a might of your persuasion to stir him up. I got you. With a lynch mob at his heels, I reckon even the Lone Ranger ain't brave enough to show his face and bearage again. Cobb Morgan roused crowd into lynch mob in cafe where bartender was killed. Are you men going to stand here right on this spot where the barkeep was shot? But his murderer goes free? Oh, you're not. Angry crowd marched to courthouse. You all know who the killer is. He's taking the jail cell where his friends worked to turn him loose. Is that justice? Make crowd angry. Them want to break into jail. And hang the Lone Ranger. Well, gosh, it hardly seems possible that even an angry mob would want to do that. Well, them not know him Lone Ranger. Them only think him killer. Want to revenge. It's men like Cobb Morgan who should be hanged. Men who arouse innocent people of violence. Oh, that right, Dan. But them too mad to think now. Them marched to jail. Nothing funny, mister. I'm holding a gun on you. So I see, Sheriff. You're in the right bad spot. You savvy that? Yes. It's a lynch mob. They're coming for you. Don't they believe in giving a man a fair trial? Well, that all depends on who the man is. In your case, it ain't likely you'll live to see your trial. I see. There's times when no number of lawmen can prevent a mob from storming a jail, lynching a prisoner. This is likely to be one. Oh? But I ain't hankering to see you lynched any more than you are. That's why I'm here. What do you mean? I'd soon to see a man escape. You'll see him lynched? Naturally, I'd rather escape. It's just one thing. You'll give me your word you'll never commit another crime in these buts. You're convinced that I'm the outlaw? Well, of course I am. Your description is a dead ringer for the one given me by everybody who saw the killer. Now, if you promise to vermoose... Then what? I'll arrange it for you to make a getaway. To avoid a lynching, you'll let me escape? Yep. You ain't got no time to lose that mob will be here any minute. I'll need my mask and my gun. Yeah, I brought him with me. Your horse is hitched around to the side. Silver? Yes, I know. How could you? Can't see him from this window. My Indian friend told me. Your Indian friend? Is he waiting outside? I'm sure he is. Wait. Hey, that's slick. I'm ready, Sheriff. Then come on. This way. Donald. You bringing the horses? Ah, I'm waiting. You'll have to ride through that mob. Oh, that's plenty dangerous. I know he must be, but there's no other way. Here, Silver. Come, Scout. Steady. Ready, Tutto? Me ready. Come on, Silver. Get him up, Scout. Get back, all of you. Soon I'll ride Lynch mob. Well, the mob might have dragged you in the Lone Ranger from your saddles, and... Well, anything could have happened. Oh, Silver, not let him get near. Oh, gosh, what a horse. Someday I hope to have him out of my own, just like Silver. Maybe you get one sooner than you think, Dan. Well, where did you in the Lone Ranger ride? We ride to redeem, but we can't before. Lynch mob interrupted our plan, Tutto. The crowd marched on the jail before the outlaws were given a chance to free me. I'm led by Cobb Morgan. Cobb Morgan? Ah. He's the Sheriff's deputy. That's right. Why would he lead a Lynch mob? Me not know. Wait. What you think? The sheriff set me free because of the mob. And the sheriff's deputy aroused the mob. Our plan worked. What you mean? Cobb Morgan organized that Lynch mob for one reason. To give the sheriff an excuse to set me free. Am I outlaws? Yes. Those are the two who disguise themselves as us. Assuming they've scared us away from bear-rids, they'll continue. And what we do? We're riding back to town, Tutto. Where'd you hitch the horses? The white one in the paint. Behind a clump of trees and back in the bank. Nobody will spot them there in the dark. I don't reckon that. We ought to make our getaway without anyone seeing us till we're ready. Yeah. And with you and a white hat and black mask that look like the Lone Ranger and me dressed in buckskin to resemble the engine. Them that see us will think it's the same two outlaws up to their old treks. Nobody will suspicion the sheriff and his deputy. We better be moving. Ain't no point in keeping all that gold waiting. Yeah. Or old homes either. Come on. Here's the front entrance. There's a light back in the banker's office. Yeah, I reckon he's waiting for us. That is the sheriff and his deputy, just like he said. Go ahead in. Got your gun handy? Yeah. Follow me. Is that you, sheriff? You make the wrong move and let him have it covered. Who is it? Here's to me. Iced your hands, Holmes. Here's to me. You lift them hands pretty fast. In the Indian. We've come for the gold. $10,000 worth. Where is it? How'd you know about the gold? It's our business to know. Get him gold plenty quick. Me shoot. I won't give it to you. Hit his mind. And you'll never miss it. Better start moving, mister. I've got an itching trigger finger. Maybe him thinks sheriff come. Save him gold. Huh? Yeah. Up to it, Holmes. Don't give me any choice. We packed him that safe. You'd better be right. We don't like mistakes when they're made at our expense. It's all there. I'll pack it away myself. Me soon find out. Yeah, and while you're about it, store it in them saddlebags. You won't get away with this. Still counting on the sheriff to show up and save the gold, eh? Well, he ain't coming. What makes you so sure? He's already here. I don't... Wait. Your voice. I've heard it before. Sure. In the sheriff's office. The sheriff's office. You're the sheriff. Yeah. You're the outlaws too. You and your deputy. Yeah, that's right. To think that I told you too about the gold. You ain't the only one to be taken in. You'd be nut. But I'm the last. I'll expose you before the whole town. No, you won't, Holmes. You won't live that long. You don't mean that you... Wouldn't be smart to leave you around with a wagging tongue. So we aim to take care of that matter in proper style. Oh, no, I... Don't shoot. I'll give you more money. All that I have. Sorry, mister. We're handing you a one-way ticket to Boothill. Ready, Tannu? You call me? What the... It's a real Tannu, sheriff. Drill him, cop. Now's your chance. Riddle him. Yeah. Stop that gun. Oh, wait a minute. You didn't think we'd meet again so soon, huh, sheriff? Hello, Ranger. Take his mask, Tannu. Uh-huh. You get it. Here's your prisoner, Marshal. Unmasked. Born real rat. Pretending to be tracking down outlaws. And all the time, you and your crooked deputy pull the worst jobs of all. The Marshal. How did you get... Well, the Ranger and Tannu trailed you two here. And went to get me. Well, these disguises, the number of people who have witnessed their crimes, you have all the evidence you need to charge them with murder. No. Well, a rope talk doesn't sound so pretty when it's referring to you, huh, cop? Well, I'm glad there's one honest lawman in this county, Marshal. I can thank you for saving a fortune in gold. You and it. Well, they're gone. Those two never wait for thanks. For thanks? That's what I remember most in the stories about the Lone Ranger Grand used to tell. Gosh, I can see him riding away now. Heading silver into the night. What you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.