 with the speed of light, the cloud of dust, and a hardy high old silver, the Lone Ranger. 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 oppositions 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 and the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver, the Lone Ranger rides again. In spite of the activities of the outlaw organization known as the Iron Spur, the work on the railroad progressed steadily. Beyond Kearney, in addition to killgrowing his men, there was the constant danger of Indians. Jim Blake says we needn't worry about Indians. He says to just keep putting these rails down and mind our own business. Oh, that's what he says. But I'll tell you why he says it, Pete. Why? There's no use worrying about Indians unless they go on a war pass. They do that worrying won't help. It'll be too late to worry. Well, if they come, they come. That's all there is to it. I reckon the best thing we can do is to work fast, get through this country so much as sooner. That's the idea. Blake says a couple of three redskins from one of the tribes around here might come and look us over. If they do, we're to make out like we don't even see them. Then they'll go away? Probably. Seems to me the best thing would be to shoot all we see of them. That'd be just about the worst thing we could do. But there'd be that many less. One shot is all it would take. The whole tribe would be down on us in no time. They wouldn't stop till they'd got every last one of us. Well, I reckon Blake knows. He's been around this part of the country long enough. Sure, he knows. That's why he's the boss. There's one thing, though. What's that? Remember that gang that's trying to block our way? Kilgrove? Yeah. What is it? His gang is called? Uh, Iron Spur. Yeah, yeah, that's it. Suppose those spurs stir the Indians up. Verne, I got a hunch there won't be no more trouble from the Iron Spur. Why do you say that, Pete? Well, me and the boss was talking last night. He told me that the Lone Ranger is just waiting for Kilgrove to make a move. Just one move is to get in the law, that's all. Only one move and then you'll have him. No, the Lone Ranger. Yep. I guess we need to waste time thinking about Kilgrove. That only coyote is up again, the Lone Ranger. Where's the Lone Ranger now? I don't know just where, but he's in this part of the country. So is Kilgrove. I hear you're talking about Kilgrove. Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah, we was talking about him. Hey, you're not one of the regular workers here. No. Who are you? Speak up. Strangers around this job got to identify themselves. Good for you, Pete. I've been here all day and you're the first man that's asked me to account for myself. Well, then do it. Watch him sharp, Vern. Pete, I'll tell Jim Blake about this. He'd be glad to hear that you're alert. Never mind a fancy talk, stranger. You just walk ahead of me and Vern. You're going to the office to answer a few questions from Jim Blake. I'd like to speak to Blake, but there isn't time. I've got to meet Tonneau at sundown. You're not meeting anyone after you meet Jim Blake. Get along, stranger. You do what Pete says or I'll flatten your head with a railroad spike. Hey, here. Take this bullet. Huh? The bullet will identify me. Here's a little bit. Silver. Is that the name of that white horse? Yes. I took my mask off and disguised my face when I put on these clothes. Hey, Vern, that bullet is solid silver. Hey, there, big fella. Pete, a lone ranger. He's been working right along with us all day and not one of us noted. Hey, Mr. Waiterman. Tonneau has been an Indian village. He has? You'll find out how the Indians feel toward you railroad workers. Is there any danger in uprising? You'll know about it. I'll tell Jim Blake that I'll send word when I hear what Tonneau reports. I'll tell him, I sure will. Come on, Silver. The lone ranger headed north to meet his faithful Indian friend. Meanwhile, Tonneau had left the Indian village and was riding south. Get off, scoundrel. The pinto maintained a steady pace, covering the ground with long, easy strides. Ahead of him, Tonneau saw three men in clothes like those worn with the railroad workers. He thought they might be hunting game for food and paid little attention to them as he drew nearer. He didn't know what those men were saying. Don't matter, boys, as long as he's a red skin. If he's the chief, so what's the buddy? You ready to fire? I got my rifle ready for when you give the word. I can knock him off the saddle at this distance. Let him have it then. I'll be sure you aim for his shoulder. Don't kill him. Right. I nailed him. Wait. I'll get to see if he moves. Sure. He's moving, see? I didn't kill him. It's all I wanted to know. Come on now. We'll get our horses and clear out. We're old boys, something certainly happened. Tonneau would have met us hours ago. He knew where we planned to camp. We'll just keep on until we reach the Indian tribe, eh? Silver, hold up, fellas. Tell him, boy. That's it, big fella. That horse answered you. Come on, Silver. Hold, Silver. Tonneau. You come. Kimo-sabi, what's happened to you? Easy now. Stay where you are. Don't get up till I have a look at you. I'll be right back. Don't get up till I have a look at you. Bullet hit. Plenty hard. Yes, I see it did. Who shot you? Fella from Railroad. What? Me see three fellas. Not know who. They slown me off. But fellas from Railroad. And they shot you? Ah, one fella left rifle. Shoot. Me fault and scout. This wound might have been worse, Tonneau. You'll be all right, but it'll be some time before you use your left arm. You know that. I'll banage you for the time being and get you to our camp. This'll do for a bandage. I'll use the other part of the bandana to wash the wound. Give it to me. You've got water. Yes, there's a canteen. Not too much, Tonneau. Now give it to me. Did you talk to the Indians in the village? Yeah, all plenty quiet now. They're not planning an attack on the railroad? No. How many Indians are there in the village? Four, maybe five hundred. I'll fix a bandage on the wound. Tonneau, if you went back to that village and told those Indians that you'd been shot by men from the railroad, what would happen? Indians get plenty mad. Indians make war on men on the railroad. That would be exactly what Kilgrew wants. Tonneau, I'm going to take you to the camp and make you comfortable. And I'm going to leave you there alone. Let me go with you. Me be all right. Plenty soon. There may be a lot for you to do later on. You'll need rest. Be ready for action. And what you do? I'm going to find Kilgrew. You know you'll never get proof. Who fires shots? He won't fire more shots at Indians if he knows we're watching him. He knows I want proof that he's a crook. He won't let me get that proof if he can help it. There. Here, Scalp. Alchemist, I'll get you in the saddle and back to camp. And I'll go to Kilgrew's camp. He's standing all right. Easy, easy now. Up you go. I plan to see Kilgrew around daybreak. Is that a big fella? Come on, Silver. Get him up, Scalp. Tonneau Rangers set a slow pace because of Tonneau's wound. It was late at night when he arrived at camp. Meanwhile, miles away, a light was burning in a cabin in the woods. Kilgrew and his men sat around a table in the center of which a candle burned. I don't know what it is, but something's going wrong. Poole, are you sure you didn't kill that Redskins? I know where I shot him. But he shooted it back to his tribe by this time. I tell you, our scheme's misfired. Well, let's get a couple more Redskins. I know, Doug, on where those Redskins will start a war if they get a reason. There's suspicious the railroad to start with. They fear to the steam and choo-choo? Well, sure they are. They think it's magic of some sort. But they know that their arrows will kill the men that work on the railroad. And all they're waiting for is a good reason to start using those arrows. Have they ever heard them on the warpath long before? No, if they'd have found the man we shot. Listen, boys, I'm going to call on those Redskins. Call on them? Yep. If they don't start on the warpath by sunup, I'm riding to the village. I know another way to start a war. Yeah, what is it? I'll tell you, and you'll have to get busy. There'll be lots of preparations to make. But I guarantee that this time there'll be a fight that won't end till every last one of those railroad workers is dead by now through his hide. And his scalp hanging from Redskins' belt. Morning found the Lone Ranger riding toward the cabin where the Killgrew gang stayed. He reigned up the door. Hello, sir. Dismounted and walked in. Hey, what's up? Well, so you're all awake. I want to see Killgrew. The Lone Ranger. You've got a lot of nerve to come here. It doesn't take nerve. You crooks wouldn't dare shoot. Killgrew wouldn't take that chance because a law might prove murder against him. Keep your guns down, boys. Now, where's your boss? You don't see him around here, do you? No. Then fair moves. You've got nothing against us. Nothing I can prove, yet. There will be. Who are these arrows doing here? Well, them's just Indian arrows that was here in the cabin when we came. Now, look here. Why don't you leave us alone and stop hounding us? We're not doing anything wrong. Just trying to wreck the railroad job. Come on in here, Killgrew. I told you that he'd left. He hasn't been gone long. You're all smoking cigarettes, but the cigar on the table's still warm. Killgrew smokes cigars. He left on an errand. All right, Poole. I'll find him. There's heavy dew, and he'll track through it. Suit yourself. One thing more. Killgrew did what I think he did. Don't expect him back. The backs of Killgrew's horse were plainly marked on the plane. In a few moments of hard riding, the masked man incited the outlaw's leader. He quickly cut down the distance. Killgrew, I want to talk to you. No, you don't. Come on, get up there. Come on, Silver. Faster, boy. Faster. Hurry up. Poole, pull there, Silver. You, huh? What do you want? I want to ask you a few questions, Killgrew. Last night, someone shot an Indian. Oh, that's so... You knew it, didn't you? Hey, look here. Why don't you let me know that I bust the law? You can't prove anything. I suppose you couldn't understand why the Indians didn't start a war. Well, it was thought of whom you shot. Tondo, what? Hey, I mean, I don't know anything about the Redskins being shot. Likely, it was meant for the railroad. You know better than that. I know those railroad workers are just taken to kill some Indians. They don't like the way the Redskins stand around and watch them work. They like to drive the Redskins off. Fact is, I'd heard about plans to kill Indians. I was riding to warn the chief of the village. Oh, you were? Sure. That won't be necessary. No, Tondo isn't badly hurt. You can take your message to the Indians. Nice. But I'll take my own message. Put down the gun, Kilgrew. You're going with me. Your scheme is easily seen through. You've wondered why the Indians weren't on the war path. So you're heading for the village to find out. While you're there, you'll tell lies about the railroad men. The next time you shoot an Indian, the war will really start. I said I'd take my own message to the Redskins. This gun is ready to talk. No, it isn't. If you shoot me, you'll at last commit the crime that will hang you. I can shoot and I'll have every one of my men swear I've done in self-defense. You're going with me. I'm going with it. Hold on. Don't draw a long range, or I'll warn you, leave me be. Then shoot. Not quite fast enough, Kilgrew. Oh, my hand. The bullet didn't hit your hand, just your gun. As I said before, you're going with me. You got nothing against me. Not a shred of proof. I will have. If your men didn't shoot Tondo, you'd be free to do what you please. But if they did fire that shot, Kilgrew, you're going to confess it and sign the confession. 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. Now to continue our story. The Lone Ranger rode into camp with Kilgrew ahead of him. Tondo rose to his feet, his strength regained by a night of rest. Ready, Silver Silver, who? You bring crook? Yes. We're going to make him confess. I've done the confess. Him, fellow, shoot me. I'm sure of it. And I think that he's told his men to shoot other Indians. Let me fix him. No way. Tondo, we'll get a sign confession from him. Evidence that will jail him. I won't sign the confession. And you ride back to that village, Kimosavi? And see Indian? Yes. They'll understand their village today. Warn the chief that there's danger, and none of the Indians are to come from the village to the railroad. And when you come back, bring some Indian clothes with you. For what? You'll find out. A buck's skin shirt? Yes, and two eagle headdresses. Clothes for Kilgrew and me. Ah, time to do that. Are you sure you can make the trip? Oh, me, plenty strong now. Wound not matter much. All right. I'll wait here for you. Ah, here's scout. He's start right now. Get him up, scum. Gets outfit. You'll find out as soon as Tondo returns. In the meantime, Kilgrew, I'll tie you to this tree to be sure you stay with me. Tondo rode hard in the spite of the wound in his shoulder. He reached the Indian village and went to the chief. These two friends exchanged few words. The chief nodded, then spoke to one of the braves nearby. In a few moments, Tondo had the Indian clothing and was on his way back to the lone ranger when he arrived at the camp. Hold, scum. Hold, scum. Here. Here, Indian clothes. Good. Now, Kilgrew, you'll dress in this outfit. I'm hanged if I will. You can't make me. You know why? No, I don't care why. You'll do what mask mask says. Oh, hold it. You'll do what I say. All right, all right. Hey, don't see the sense of it. I'll tell you the sense of it, Kilgrew. You were going to warn the Indians that there might be an attack on them. Well, we'll see if you're right. Will I tell you? I know for a fact that none of the men from the railroad will make any attack. There is one. It'll be because you ordered your men to make it. You alone know whether or not an attack is planned. They said he... Tondo, did the Indians promise to remain in their village? Uh, not what chief promised. You hear that, Kilgrew? The only man who will ride an Indian dress today are you and I. If your men are planning to shoot Indians, we'll be the ones who'll be hit. So that's your scheme. Yes, it is. Good. I'm all for it. Let's get started. Kilgrew seemed genuine in his eagerness to follow the mask man's instructions. He pulled the buckskin pants over his own, then pulled the buckskin jacket over his head. He donned the eagle bonnet and even submitted willingly, almost eagerly, to the application by Tondo of dark stain to his face. Oh, fix me up any way you like. You think you're going to get me to bust down and confess a lot of things to save my hide, you little girl. Why should I worry about being shot? We'll see. The lone ranger knew Kilgrew was a coward. He thought the man was bluffing, yet there was certainly a convincing manner about him. Well, not Kilgrew. We're going through with it, steady. Sure about that. I suppose you know you're taking the same risk I am. I'm willing to take them. Come on. It'll be. Come on, sir. With Kilgrew slightly ahead of him, the lone ranger headed for the Indian camp, then cut to the trail that led to the railroad. Here he slowed the horses. He watched Kilgrew and was puzzled by the air of confidence. There wasn't the slightest sign of fear in the outlaw's manner. Could the masked man have been mistaken? No one else would have fired at the Indians. There's no one else around here. That's railroad men, Kilgrew's gang. Kilgrew's a coward. He'd be afraid if he thought his men were waiting to fire. What's the matter? Are you finally waking up to the fact you're all wrong about me? Kilgrew, turn around. Okay. You're going to turn back and then ride this trail again. Anything you say. The two riders dressed as Indians once more rode over the trail, and Kilgrew became more taunting with each long mile. The afternoon advanced and twilight came. It sure takes a lot to convince you I told the truth. How much longer do you want to ride up and down this trail? As long as I can see it, keep it up all night. The lone ranger ignored Kilgrew. He was deep in thoughts. He tried to reason out the plans of the schemers. It must have been Kilgrew's men. No one else would shoot an Indian. Right all night. It's all right with me. The men on the railroad know what an Indian attack would mean. Open warfare. You thought I'd be afraid to be shot by my own friends, eh? His friends couldn't recognize him. They wouldn't wait until after dark to shoot. The Indians would identify them as railroad men. They told you today. That's a man. He lost your tongue. Kilgrew's a clever schemer. What was there about that cabin? Something I saw there. The man had been up all night. That's a man. Speak up. Something I saw in that cabin. Something that wasn't just right. What was it? The background of taunts against the slow rhythm of the horse's hooves. The lone ranger tried to recall every detail of the cabin in the woods. He had a strange feeling that there was something out of place. It was something that had been without meaning at the time. But now he began to think of the things he had seen one by one. The men looked as if they'd been up all night. Candles still burning on the table. Large can of coal oil on the floor. What else was in that cabin? Men, cigarettes, coal oil. Kilgrew's cigar still worn. The Indian arrows, the dirt on the floor. Those Indian arrows wrapped in waste. Indians use pitch on fire arrows. The coal oil. Kilgrew! Now we're going to ride. Head for the railroad. We travel fast. We'll make it shortly after dark. The railroad to what? Never mind the questions. Get going. I'll start your horse. Get along there. Come on, Silver. Hey, what have we got to do? You'll find us soon enough. Get going and keep going. Come on, Silver. At last, the lone ranger knew the answer. Riding at top speed, he dropped the reins around the saddle horn and hauled off the Indian jacket. He took his own hat and behind the saddle, with it replaced the war bonnet. From beneath his own shirt, he took a mask and set it in place across the upper part of his face. Now he was the masked rider. The lone ranger racing against time. Darkness fell while he and Kilgrew dashed south. Meanwhile, Kilgrew's gang had gone to a shallow arroyo near the railroad camp. They carried Indian bulls, the arrows they had made, and a large can of coal oil with them. Poo was in command. Well, Sutnell, boys, I'm sure you give those arrows one more dip into the coal oil so they'll burn real good. How about it if the railroad men come after us? Yeah, they won't. How do you know they won't charge? Your clothes are 2,000. Kilgrew hasn't doped out. Now, the main concern of the railroad men will be to see that none of the arrows start the buildings on fire. Oh. And then, too, they won't know what there's 100 or more Redskins attacking. The way the engines close in, and then they'll fight to the finish. But we ain't gonna close in. No, we'll go away. And then the railroad men will start in the morning and go after the Indians. Now get ready. I'll fire the first arrow. Jake, touch a match to it. Right. That does it. Here she goes. The only coyotes are attacking us. Get water. They're firing from the North Ohio. Oh, never mind the Redskins. Protect the buildings. They're coming fast now. Never mind the ones that hit the ground. Stand ready to throw water on the ones that hit the building. I bet Kilgrew had a hand in this. They're getting closer. I'll give them Redskins something to think about. Some of us can pick them off while the other stand got against fire. Let them have it. Shooting anyhow. Let them know they better not stick their heads up. The dirty coyotes. Just wait until Jim Blake gets back here. He'll have us attack those critters and burn their whole dog gun. We'll get them out of here. While the railroad men fired back without hope of hitting anyone, the lone ranger drew nearer. Fire arrows. That's the answer. All right, Kilgrew, you can rain out. I won't. But I'll help you. Hey, let me go. Take this rope off. I'll be off my horse. All of you stop. I'll rope you. The law takes over. Oh, wait. You can't prove anything. You can't do this. That'll hold you for the time being. Your plan was to make the railroad men think the Indians were attacking. Fire arrows in the darkness. How do you know that? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I've been out of the darkness, huh? Come on, Silver. That's enough. Who are you? Go down. No hands off your guns. Smash him. I said no gun. Oh. I'd go for you to pool. You wanted to fire, huh? Well, I'll fix one for you. Lay there, Silver. I'll just build this can of oil. Now you see here. Wait. I'm fired up to the railroad men can see who's firing at them. The lone ranger dropped the match on a spilled oil. Flames leap high, flooding the Arroyo with brilliant lights. Now you can all walk forward. Let the railroad men have a look at you. He's got children with the others. Now you gotta let me explain. We didn't do no harm. Who? You've done a plenty. Any lawman will take care of them, Verne. Hold them until Blake gets back from the end of the track. We'll hold them all right enough to think that these rattlers was aiming to rouse us up to make an attack on the friendly engines. Doug, you quitter should hang for a trick like that. Pete, it's the end of kill groups. I would say, mister, how'd you figure out what the critters was planning to do? I wasted a lot of time, Pete. I saw those arrows in their cabin this morning. I didn't realize the importance of them until it was almost too late. That was when I remembered the coal oil. We'll see that these hombres get all that's coming to them. And remember this night, the engines start trouble. Don't be too quick to blame them. Look for another agitator like Killgrove. You bet we will. Now I'm going back to Tutto. Oh, Sue! What you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.