 with the speed of light, the cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, the lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the masked rider of the planes led the fight for law and order in the early west in the 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. Turn 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. The lone silver. Faster, boy. Faster. The lone silver. Death blaze through the night in Calder Creek. Masked riders, men with tight mouths and hard penetrating eyes, race their horses through the once peaceful streets. Their six guns plan to destroy anyone who stood in their way. They struck first at the bank. Now hurry up with that blast. Hey, I like to fuse hair. All right, get back. That did it. Blasted the force wide open. What are you waiting for, boys? Grab the cage. Come on, come on, Spade. Let him have it. Bullseye. Concealed by sagebrush, the outlaws waited in ambush at the bend of the stage trail. Lock the trail. Get the mail. Stoke your saddlebags and high-tail it. Angry customers stood aligned near the bar of the cafe while the renegades looted their pockets and rifled the owners safe. Yeah, we searched the last heaven bus. Keep an eye on them. The rest of your stuff, those valuables and the sacks. Look out. The bar keeps pulling the gun. He won't make that mistake again. Head for the horses. Dusty winding wagon trail some days later. Three horsemen rode. The leader was a tall man who wore a black mask. His companions were an Indian and a 14-year-old boy. They were the lone ranger, Tonto and Dan, the masked man's nephew. I guess we must be getting pretty close to Powder Creek for now. Ah, we ride long time. The town lies in the valley just beyond that rise. This country looks so peaceful and quiet. It's hard to believe it's infested without laws as it says in that letter. Sometimes the most innocent appearing places and persons are the worst, Dan. What letters say? They're from our old friend, Wendy Walters. Oh, him live long time in Powder Creek. Well, he says he has proof. The leader of the gang is Pete Lawson. He doesn't want to give it to the sheriff because he thinks the sheriff may be in league with the outlaws. Ah, me savvy. Then that's why Wendy said for you. He wants you to go after the killers. Looks that way, Dan. Golly, I wonder... You listen. Golly, like it came from painted rock, Tonto. Painted rock? Well, that's why we're supposed to meet Wendy. Gosh, you don't suppose somebody's trying to... Get him out of the way. As the shot echoed hollily among the boulders which went by the name of painted rock, the three riders spurred their mounts toward the sound. Hoofs thundered along the trail and clattered to a halt in the shale which fringes the rocky patch. Steady. That's strange. You may not see Wendy anywhere. Maybe he's been hurt. Get away. There's a horse beyond that rock. Come on. You look near Wendy. Half obscured by the brushwood which thrust between the boulders, the lone ranger Tonto and Dan saw the inert form of their old friend. He lay face down and crumpled in the awkward position of those who meet with sudden death. They clambered quickly over the rocks and Lucio tore him. Golly. See if there's anything you can do, Tonto. Huh. Shot through her. What's this? Somebody make fire and burn paper. Yeah. Probably the man who murdered Wendy. Here's a twig still smoking. Isn't that right? These ashes are all that's left of the proof Wendy told about. Is that speed losses behind the murder? I think so. Look out. They covered him. That was a close one. Where'd the shot come from, Tonto? Behind Boulder over there. As the masked man, the Indian and the boys scanned the Boulder from behind which the murderer's shots had been fired. They heard a man's voice urging his horse and Hoofs start up in the rocky patch. And they saw a lone horseman streak from the concealment of the huge rock and whip his mount in an effort to escape. There he goes. Him trying to get away. Here's a little bit. All right, big fella. Come on, a little bit. Holding down the trail like a narrow shot from a bull, the great horse Silver raised in pursuit of mysterious horsemen. His flying Hoofs quickly narrowed the gap between the lone ranger and his quarry. Rain up. Rain up or I'll rope you. Keep your distance if you want to stay healthy. You can't get away. I can try. Not that good. I'll drop you first. Oh, Silver, hold my back. Steady. Steady. With an expert flipped his wrist, the lone ranger sent his lariat spinning through the air and dropped it neatly over the shoulders of the outlaw. A renegade gasped as the rope tautened and pulled him up short, then lifted him bodily out of his saddle and dumped him in the dirt. The masked man rode up to his quarry and rained in the powerful white stallion. Let me go. I'll take it easy. I'll get free. Until I say so. Oh, Scott, hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Gully, you sure got him tight up on a neat knot. Ah, what do we do with him? We'll take him to Powder Creek. Before reaching Powder Creek, the lone ranger removed his mask and disguised his face. Then he sent Tonto and Dan to make camp in a Naroya with orders to await him there. In the Powder Creek Cafe, Speed Lawson sat at a table with the sheriff. His hard face was reathed in a satisfied smile as he poured another drink from the bottle which stood on the table. But the sheriff was plainly nervous. Drink up, Sheriff. You ain't paying proper mind, you liquor. I'd pay more mind to it if I could forget what you just said, Speed. Getting squeamy, Sheriff? Wendy Walters was mighty popular in his town. But folks find out he's been murdered. There's no telling what they'll do. It's your job to see that they don't do anything. That's why me and the boys keep you in office sporting that star. If they get their dander up, there ain't nothing I can do to stop them. Besides, some folks suspicion I'm in cahoots with a gang anyway. What if they do? Can't prove it, can they? Just the same. I don't see the sense of sticking our necks in the noose by waylaying Wendy Walters. I told you the old morse horn got a hold of some written proof that I'm the leader of the gang. He wasn't taking care of your talk. I reckon you're right. Who'd you assign the job? Hook. We saw Wendy riding alone out on the trail. Hook ought to be back any minute, and then you can relax. Relax? Take a look at who just came in the door. Hook. And he's roped. Who's the other man? I want the sheriff. What'll I do? Face him, you fool. What's the meaning of this? I think this is the man who murdered Wendy Walters out on the trail. From the morse he tried to shoot me. No, that's a lie. This is the man you want, Sheriff. I saw him and his friends kneeling beside Wendy's body at Painted Rock. Oh, friends too, eh? Yeah. An engine and a kid. That's a mighty queer combination. Mighty queer. Sheriff, arrest this man for attempted murder. That's a likely story. I'm talking to the sheriff. I'm Speed Lawson. You better clear out of this town, mister. I'm waiting, Sheriff. Ain't arrestin' Hook on your say so. It's your word against his. You're a stranger here in town. Yeah, surely. We don't want strangers around here. Do we, boys? No, no, no. Maybe you know something about the murder. Why, you... Call me a crook, huh? Don't try it. I'll rid of you. Oh, oh, my arm. Anyone else want trouble? Crush him, boys. Let him have it. All right, come and get it. I'll get you to him, buddy. Now, that's a ticket. Now, rope him. Rope him, boys. Heart tire. You're under arrest for disturbing the peace. I see. See that this arm break gets a specialist caught to the town jail, boys. Go on, take him out. All right, stranger, make tracks. We'll meet again, speed. Come on. As the sheriff, accompanied by several renegades from the gang, marched the unmasked but cleverly disguised lone ranger from the cafe, Speed Lawson and Hook stared after him. While there was no sign of recognition in their eyes as to their prisoner's true identity, his cool nerve and daring gave them a sense of foreboding. Now, look. Get this rope off me, Speed. Hey, you look like a rope doggie. There. That hombre was masked when they first saw him. He's out to get us. We'll get him first. When? Tonight. We'll drill him from outside the window of his cell. What about the sheriff? People might suspicion he had a hand in it. That's why we're pulling the job outside steady inside the jail. To keep him in the clear. But, Speed... No one will be much concerned about the murder of a stranger. Oh. Guess you're right. They'll, uh, know he's an outlaw anyway. Sure. We blame Wendy's murder on him. There's, uh, just one thing. What's that? That hombre has two parts. An engine and a kid. They're, uh, camped outside a town. He'll take care of them later. That night, two figures crouched near the window of the cell where the lone ranger was imprisoned. They wore handkerchiefs across the lower half of their faces and carried guns. Running swiftly across a patch of moonlight, they crept close to the window. This is far enough. Can you see what he's doing? A little, uh, look. Well, come on. What's the story, Speed? He's resting on his bunk. Probably sleeping. That ought to make an easy target here. We'll riddle him so full of holes he won't be able to tell him from the bedspring. You got all set? Sure. All right. Get him square in your gun sights like I got him in mine. When I give the word, pump the lead. 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. As Speed and Hook fingered the triggers that would send the bullets into the Lone Ranger's cell, two knives suddenly whistled through the night and pinioned the sleeves of each of the outlaws to the wall. It's the engine the one I told you about. I can't. My gun arm's pinned to the wall. I ain't too blessed. The outlaws struggled frantically to free their gun arms from the expertly flung knives which had pinned their sleeves. Finally, they tore the cloth loose and aimed their guns at the Indian who had interrupted their plan to murder the Lone Ranger in his cell. Catch that engine shelf. He's a killer. You don't catch me. After him, boys. Come on, boys. Let's get that engine. As Speed, Lawson, Hook and the Sheriff rode into the night on the trail of Tonto, the Lone Ranger heard a new sound from his cell. Silver. Over here, big fella. Come on, Silver. Todd will herd those matterways so I can bring Silver to you. Good. I'll tie one into the lasso around the pommel of the saddle. Yes, sir. I'll tie the other end of these window barns. Make that not a good one. I remember how you taught me. Got it. Let's ought to do it. There. Good work. Thanks. Do you think Silver can do it? Yes, Dan. He hasn't failed me yet. That's a boy. Now, show us what you can do, big fella. Come on, Silver. You can do it. Throwing all his great strength into the task, the powerful white stallion strained against the rope which was fastened to the cell window. After a moment, Dan's eager eyes saw the wooden frame splinter, and the bars begin to tear free. He's pulling out the bars. That's it, big fella. Pull. Tie this rope. There. It's done. Here, Silver. Look. It's a gang. Teddy boy. Come on, Silver. Get up there, boy. Get up there. Quickly out, distancing their pursuers. The lone ranger and Dan join Tonto in the camp. Lead Lawson's the leader of the outlaws. I'm sure of it. Ah, and him plenty bad medicine. Yeah, and the outlaw they call Hook is just about as bad. The sheriff is also a member of the gang. Ah. When them rob, kill, him look other way. These men are as safe as long as there's no proof against them. Hand me that mask, Tonto. Golly. We only had that evidence that Wendy told about. Wendy had proof against speed. We need proof that'll convict the entire gang. If we can locate the goods they've stolen, we'll also have proof against them for murder. Wendy's murder? Wendy wasn't the only one killed by the gang, Dan. Now, how we find stolen goods? Speed surely knows the hiding place. Hook probably does, too. The next day, Speed Lawson and the sheriff conferred in the latter's office in the town jail. Let's keep an hook. And they know we were meeting here today? Oh, he'll be along. He's always late. I tell you, Speed, I don't like it at all. That army's escaping. He suspects a little too much of the truth. Yeah. Wonder who he is, anyway. No, no, no. I'll feel a lot better when he's out of the way. Yeah, we reckon after that prison scare we gave him, he pushed off for other parts. Don't be too sure. That army struck me like a man that was used to getting what he went after. Get the same feeling from looking at himself. Right now, he's after us. Somebody coming? Yeah, that's only hook. Hey, hey, I found him. Found who? Yeah, the hombre you escaped. He's wearing a mask again. And he's with the engine of the kid I told you about. I came across their camp. It's in an arroir about five miles from town. I know the place. Did you see the mask, Eddie? Oh, he was off someplace. But the engine and the kid were there. Why didn't you get him? I figured if we waited, we could ambush all three. I don't say. Tonight they'll all be there, the three of them. And we can sneak up on them in the dark and then shoot them down before they'll know what hit them. Yeah, hook's right. Once we lay them six feet under, nobody'll have a thing on us. Sounds easy. But that mask critters a slippery coyote. How do you know he won't square them out of the trap? He'll make sure he won't. Oh. Hook and me will go after him first. You and the rest of the gang will lay low some distance behind us. If they escape our fire and make a run for it, you and the boys will riddle them. Yeah. Yeah, that way it's a cinch. Now they're camps back against a rocky cliff. You can surround them on three sides and the cliff will cut them off in the rear. Sounds slick enough. It is slick. This time they won't have a chance of getting away. Yeah, as soon as you hear our fire, then you start moving in with the boys. Yeah, that's a ticket. And if you see the mask, man, the engine or the kid still perpendicular, drill them down. Aye, Savvy, speed. What time will we move out there? About midnight. You ought to be sleeping by then. Yeah. Ain't no sense in fighting resistance if we can finish them off without it. And this time it's really going to be their finish. Late that night, a band of horsemen rode out of Powder Creek. Under a heavy, shadowy sky, they slipped almost silently along the stage trail in the direction of an arroyo not far from town. Then the faint flicker of a fast-dying campfire in the hollow was served. Notice that they had reached their destination. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Is that the place where the campfire is burning out? Yeah. What's the matter? I don't know. It seems to me when they saw it this afternoon, it was located about a quarter mile farther up the arroyo. I reckon they moved camp. They'll make no difference as long as it's still backed up with a cliff. It was surrounded just the same. Sure. All right, Sheriff. Take the boys and spread out. Fan a half-circle and cut off their getaway on these three sides. I know what to do. The minute I hear gunfire, the boys and me will move in. That's it. Looking me and Mosey on a hit. Yeah. If everything's right, you won't have anything to do, Sheriff. Go on, Speed. Get up, boy. Get up. As Speed and Hook carefully guided their horses down the sloping side of the arroyo to the basin, the Sheriff and the gang stealthily formed a wide half-circle and cautiously approached the still flickering campfire. We better leave the horses here, Speed, here. We can cover the rest of the way on foot. Hold there. Oh, steady, steady. Don't hear anything. He'll? No. They're sleeping. Come on. All three of them wrapped in blankets close to the fire. Easy pickin', Speed. Easy is right. We can't miss at this range. I used you six guns and we let them have it. Just give me the word. Now. Taking careful aim by the smoldering campfire, the renegades finger the triggers of their six guns, and orange flames stab the darkness of night. A staccato stream of lead poured into the blanket-wrapped objects in the low glow of the fire, and the outlaws cautiously await the result of their shots. But they ain't even stirred. No wonder we put enough slugs in them to pin them to the ground. Let's take a look. Yeah, this one looks like it might. What is it, Speed? This ain't the man's man. Just a lot of saddlebags stuffed in a blanket to look like him. What? Then the others? That's right, Hook. The other two are fake to resemble my friends. It's him. I'll gun you this time. I'll mess it up. You drop gun. You won't have a chance now. They're my boys here coming. You're cut off. Not quite. You look behind you. You see a crevice in the cliff. Yeah, it's true, Speed. They can still make a getaway. Yes. That crevice cuts through the rock to the other side of the cliff. Blast you, Hook. You said this trap was foolproof. How'd I know that move, Cap? Gang come play me quick. They're coming to kill me, huh, Speed? Yeah, if they catch you. They won't catch me, but they might catch someone who will look like me. What do you mean? Put on this extra mask and my white hat. But the boys will think I'm you. That's what I want them to think. It's murder. They'll kill me. No worse than you've done to others. I won't stay. I'm getting out of here. Oh, you're not. You're going to face them. I'll be standing in this crevice with a gun in my hand. I'll be between two fires. If the gang don't get me, you will. Put on that mask and hat. Come on, Wade. Give me a chance. I don't want to die. You got to give me a chance. Speed on one condition. What's that? That you tell me where you've hidden the loot you've stolen. Oh, I can't. Hurry, the gang's almost here. I'll tell you. I'll tell you. It's buried in Bear Galt. The northeast corner at the foot of Sculptree. If you're lying, you'll go hard with your partner, Speed. I'm taking Hook with me. Huh? No. You can't get rid of me that way, Speed. Tell them the truth. Quick, the truth. Then he did lie. I'll tell you. It's buried at Painted Rock, all of it. Come on, Blast you, Hook. That's what I wanted to know. Come on, Tunnel. Come on, me come. As the gang thundered in for the kill, a lone ranger and Tunnel quickly escaped through the crevice and the cliff at their backs. On the other side of the rocky wall, Silver and Sculpt were waiting to take them out of gun range of the renegades. Oh! Oh! Where are they, Speed? Got away through that crevice. We can still catch them. Come on, boys. Not that way, you fool. That crevice is only wide enough to admit a man on foot. They had the horses wait on the other side of the cliff. You'll have to ride around. I will never find them. Yes, you will. They're heading for Painted Rock and the stolen loot. I tell it there as fast as you can. Who can he'll follow? We've got them horses. We're heading for Painted Rock. Come on! Fire speed! Masked man in the engine. Yeah, digging up the looms. Let's get them on for a while. Come on, boys. Look, a posse right in the style. We've been tricked. Tell me out of here. I want your speed. I'll riddle you. No, you won't. These are the leaders of the gang. Throw down your guns. You're under arrest. It's a marshal. Yes, Sheriff. I see I'm needed to uphold the law in Potter Creek. You're a disgrace to that star. I can explain... Shut up. I'm arresting a lot of you for robbery and murder. Now, you can't prove murder. The Lone Ranger gave me all the proof I need. He dug up the place where you hid the loot. The Lone Ranger? So he's the ombre detractus. Sure. You can't win against that ombre. Oh, sir! What you've just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.