 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty hyo silver, the lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the mass writer of the planes led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. Just as no one could equal his strength and courage, there was no one who could match his knowledge to the country. He trailed outlaws from the hills of Wyoming to the mountains of old Mexico. Until finally, crime and criminals were driven from the frontier, and the West was made safe for honest men and women. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past, from the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver, the lone ranger rides again. Kneeling beside an old trunk, Jack Webster looked with curiosity at the musty documents it contained. He turned to his wife and, What do you suppose Uncle Will was holding on to this stuff for? Look at these. It's about ready to fall apart when you touch them. It's your art, Dusty. Jack, put them back. What for? You know Uncle Will and Aunt Carrie would want us to see these. Shucks, they could have told us to stay out of here if they meant for us to, couldn't they? Besides, what difference does it make? They're in the East. They won't know nothing about it. You'll know when they come back. That won't be for six months yet. Don't go to bar in trouble. Just the same, I don't think it's right. How would you like people to go through your things when you weren't around? I got nothing to hide. Aren't you supposed to be with the men? Oh, they're just common strays out in the bottoms. I gave them their orders. Ain't nothing much for me to do. Jack, listen to me. Huh? This is our chance, don't you realize it? If Uncle Will likes the way you've managed the ranch when he gets back, it could mean almost anything. He might even leave us the ranch someday. We're as close as any Kenny's got. But if you're careless... Don't go to the Alice, can't you quit lecturing me? I can't forget how we'll live if Uncle Will doesn't keep you on afterwards. We'll get along. But I don't... Anyhow, I'm going to make good, so quit your fretting. I don't even neglect my job, but... Hey, wait a second. What is it? Here's something funny. What do you make of them? Isn't that a map? Uh-huh. But these papers here... They're queer looking, ain't they? What's this writing? Let me see. Here. This is Spanish. Yeah? This isn't paper, it's parchment. Huh? What's that? It's made out of the skin of animals. Used to be used a lot. The pottery has shown me some. You... you figure the map goes with the writing? It's on parchment, too. Yeah, that's what I mean. I imagine it does. I wonder what it's for. You think that Spanish writing tells? Maybe, but... Here, give me those back. What... You know what I'm going to do? Get busy, I hope. Told you I wasn't needed today, didn't I? Nope. I'm saddened up and right in the town. Here. Let's close this. Aren't you going to put those papers back? If I did, how would I ever find out what they say? Jack, what on earth are you up to? The pottery savvy Spanish, don't he? Of course, but... Then he can read this. You mean... If I don't find out what's wrote here, I'll bust. Oh, now come on, Alice. Get that frown off your face. You look just twice as pretty when you smile. Some faces are purest gold. Some set with gems of a size and brilliance unknown in Europe. Indeed, so common is gold among these people. They hold it in no higher regard than we might the clay of our native countryside. Upon the map accompanying this, the true record of my travels, I faithfully drawn the route which our party travels in reaching this city of gold. The route which, if my life is spared, I hope to travel again, returning with wealth for the greater glory and power of Spain. A city of gold? Yes, my son. And that map tells just how to get there. Wait. The man who wrote this may have returned and looted this place. We'll be hard to find out. You mean to search for it? You bet I do. You are making a mistake. You will be going into a wild and barren country. There will be much danger. You are young and strong, and youth and strength are greater treasures than all the gold that was ever dug from the earth. I should just for a moment I should just forget this? Yes. Padre, you mean well, but I just couldn't do it. I don't know anybody else who could either. If I don't follow this down, I'll go local. I'm sorry I told you what these papers contain. Maybe you are Padre, but I ain't. And I'm not letting any grass go into my feet either. I'm hitting the trail tomorrow. Early the following morning, Jack tightened the straps of his pack saddle and... That'll hold, I reckon. You all set, Rusty? Anytime you are. We better get started. The farther along we are before the sun gets high, the better. Jack, don't go, don't. You object to being rich, honey? If you have to go, wait till your uncle gets back. While somebody beats me to it? Don't be crazy. If there is gold there, and it's waited this long, it can wait another few months. Maybe. But if I found it had been located just ahead of me, I'd kick myself clean into the ocean. You're deserting your job. Not running the ranch as I do, honey. And the men will take orders from you just as soon as they take mine. But what will uncle Wil say when he's told? If we find what we're looking for, I won't give a hoot. If we don't, well, I don't reckon he'll blame me a heap when he knows the whole story. Oh, Jack, I wish I could make you see you're doing the wrong thing. I'd see it if I was, but I ain't. I'm afraid. Huh? Or what of? You're going across the border. It's a terrible district where you're going. Outlaws, no towns. No one to help you if you're hurt. Since when ain't I been able to look out for myself? What's the matter with Rusty here? I know. Man, there's no cause for you to worry while I'm alone. I look out for Jack like he was my own boy. And I know that part of the country like you know your kitchen. I've been through that a dozen times. You will look after him, won't you, Rusty? Sure thing. Then kiss me goodbye, Jack. There. Come on, Rusty. I'll leave the pack on. Bye, ma'am. Bye, honey. Goodbye. Goodbye. Get up there. Get along, fella. Goodbye. Padre, I just got this letter today. They're cutting the trip short and Carrie wants to come home. She and Uncle Will may even come back before the end of the month and if they find Jack, go on up. You want him back? Oh, yes. How long has it been since your husband left? He left the day after he spoke to you. It's just a week now. Then he's well beyond the border. It will not be easy to find him. You mean, you mean you can't help me? Did I say that? I think I can. Oh, if you only would. There is one at the mission even now who will help you if I ask him, my child. You mean go after Jack, bring him back? Yes. Who? An Indian. He is my friend. And the friend of one who wears always the mask. I will speak to him. You say he's the friend of a mask man? Yes. And how's Glock? No. Then why does he wear a mask? This Indian, his name is Tonto. And his friend... Yes. ...is the Lone Ranger. Come on, Silver! Get up, Scout! Tonto! Did the padre tell why he wanted me? Him? No. Then he must have wanted me in a hurry. Ah! For you've taken the time. That's right. Well, it's not far to the mission now. Come on, old fellow! Hurry, boy! Hurry! Padre, you mean to say this fellow was actually cool enough to put his faith in a story like that? Yes. I wonder... Padre, you haven't told me his name. It is Jack Webster. Is he related to Will Webster? Yes. 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. Is he Reggie Webster? Yes. You know him? I think I've got the answer to this. What is it? But if he has to be back before the first of the month, then there's no time to be wasted. He's probably covered his trail well as long as he believes he's going to find gold. He won't, however. You sound most certain. I have reason to be. And Padre? Yes. I'll make you a promise. If Jack won't return willingly, we'll bring him back by force. I have faith in you, my friend. Tonto, get him up, Scout! Silver, away! In the meantime, Jack Webster and Rusty had crossed the Rio Grande, and following the route marked on their map, pushed on into a country that became wilder and more barren with each mile they covered. They paused only when necessary. And on the tenth day... Rusty! Look at that mountain ahead of us there. What about it? Thought to see the way it's shaped? Look at the peak. Just like a finger pointing up from a fist. If I golly, it does look like a finger. Just the way that mountain was drawn on the map. You think it may be? I think we're getting doggone close to where that old city was. How far away would you say that mountain is? We can't get to it or for another couple of days. Then tonight we stop only long enough for the horses to rest themselves. We'll get there as fast as we can. It'll pitch camp and look around. Rusty, I used to laugh when fellas talked about getting a gold fever. But you know, right now I get a temperature of 110. Although the country was wild and barren, it was not as deserted as it appeared. Three days later... Oh, boy, oh, they're all over there. Baldi! What's the matter, kid? Don't you know better than to push your horse like that? I had to get back fast, Baldi. I've seen something you ought to know. Yeah. What was it? Two fellas camped at Finger Mountain. Nah. You're crazy. I've seen them, Lam. Well, if you did, they must have been just Parisians through. But they ain't. They had a look at their camp. They've been there at least one night already. And it looks as though they're set for a stay. Well, doggone. What do we do? Oh, up, kid. Don't get too excited. This calls for a little cool figure. I bet it means trouble. Maybe not. What do you think? What do you think, Lam? Well, uh, I don't know. What the... Well, shucks. The kid's right. Yeah. Nobody's fool enough to come in here without a good reason for it. And what reason could those fellas have less than lawmen was trying to pick up our trade? We're across the border. Yeah? Well, we wouldn't be the first on breezefall at south of the rail and took back. Yeah, it ain't legal. Yeah, if you're hung, you're just as dead afterwards, whether you're hung legal or not. They ain't gonna take me back for that killing. I'll keep your shirt on. You get close enough to see if they were wearing badges. You're cutting. But that wouldn't mean nothing anyhow. They don't have to wear them up in plain sight. And if they were out of their jurisdiction, they'd naturally hide them. I just can't figure the law of thinking of this place. That's why I said to hide out here. Well, what if they did think of it? You're forgetting something. Yeah? What? We came here because we was on the dodge. Why couldn't these fellas have done the same? Don't you figure that's something to find out before we decide on what to do? Find out how? Watch them without their knowing it. Get close enough to the camp to hear them talking if we can. See what they're doing, what they say. Then make up our minds about them. And if they locate us before we can. They won't. We'll move our stuff back in the MKs. Be aware we hit out at first. And we'll cover our sign here. Come on. It'd be a good idea to do that the first time. Wait a second. I want to know something first. Suppose we do like you say. Suppose we find out that they are lawmen. Then what? Well, then you've got a full notion that I'm easy. You ain't asking my question. All right. I will. Lawmen are not. If they ain't on the dodge, they're dangerous. If they cut our sign and talk after they leave here, it can mean the rope. So what? So either they're outlaws like us, or they never leave here alive. Recursion falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger drama. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue our story. The Lone Ranger and Tonto crossed the border and followed the trail left by Jack Webster and Rusty. Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Look here. What do you make of this, Tonto? Then camp here. Looks like an old camp. Huh? Ain't plenty old. Then we can't delay. Doesn't that trail head south again? Then come on after them. Get them up, Scouts! Kill them all, Scouts! Kill them all, Scouts! Kill them all, Scouts! Kill them all, Scouts! Nearly a week later, Jack and Rusty were returning to their camp after one of their daily excursions. Rusty, I'm plum-tuckered out. And that makes two of us. Climbing around rocks and morning till night takes more out of a fell than you might figure on. How many days we've been at it now? Pretty close to a week. With nothing to show for it. You figure there's something wrong with our map? I don't know, Jack. We followed directions. We're camped right at the point where it was marked at the base of the mountain. Where their maestex had their city is supposed to be just two miles due south. Well, you got to remember that map was drawed long time ago. What if it was? It's still easy to read. Well, that ain't what I meant. There's been plenty of changes in this part of the country in the last two or three hundred years. Landslides, earthquakes, things like that. Landmarks on the map could be all switched around. Maybe even wiped out. Likely a landslide covered that town. We sure ain't found nothing to market. Oh. Kind of discouraged, you know. Well... We can keep on exploring, though. Yeah, but gosh, if we're off on our reckoning, that gold could be anywhere inside a hundred square miles. A hundred square miles of rocks and hills and canyons. It might take... Gosh, it could take us most of a lifetime to cover all that. Uh-huh. I don't know what to do. Well, we can always go home. Yeah, but... Hey. You aim to ride right on past camp? Pull up. Oh, I wasn't even watching. Pull up. Whoa, whoa. Over there, whoa. I wonder if... Say... Huh? Them caves we passed. You figured a map could have meant there? You mean it might have been caves they lived in? Sure. Could be at that. Won't, uh, want to have a look there tomorrow? Can't hurt. Sure. Why didn't we think of that before? Well, I did. But I figured to save them to last. Rusty? You know, I think we've hit it. Maybe. And if we have... Yeah. We can cross the real worth fortunes and hold it. What? Wait. What's the matter? Nothing, I guess. I thought I'd seen that grass over there moving without a breathe. But it didn't hit nothing, so I guess it didn't. Rusty, I'd give anything if Alice was here. If she could see how you keep your eyes peeled, she wouldn't worry a minute. All right, Chief, get back in here where you can't be seen from outside. Yeah. This'll do. Let's have it. All either after us. What's that? It's old them. I got close to their camp. I heard them talking after they rode up and I nearly got shot. They seen you? They didn't see me, but I must have stirred the grass. I thought I'd seen other them notice and started throwing lead. I tell you, it comes so close, I could feel it part in my head. What'd you do? What could I? I dug the ground and prayed, that's all. They didn't persegate, eh? I guess I fooled them when I didn't yell out or make a break for it. But I got away as quick as I could afterwards you can bet. They're lawmen? I didn't hear them say. But at the cinch, they're on the prowl. Yeah. How do you know? They said so. They got some kind of a map and they spoke of these caves. Said maybe we'd been staying here. They mentioned our names? No, but if they didn't mean us, who could they? Go on, what else did they say? Well, they said if we was here, they'd go north worth a fortune. The reward cash. Sure, that's easy enough to figure. That's why I say they're on to us. If there wasn't, how would they have there was a price on our heads? And if they didn't mean us, then they weren't talking sense. We've been here long enough to know there ain't nobody else around. But they had a map. That fits, Barley. Had somebody that knows this district draw them a map so they wouldn't get lost. And they spoke of these caves, eh? They're coming here in the morning. Well, let's settle this. We'll settle it. We'll get them first. When? Tonight. But late in the afternoon of that same day, the Lone Ranger and Tonto were drawing close to Finger Mountain. We must be getting close, Tonto. This mountain we're coming to is the one mentioned by the Padre. Not right. I've got an idea. We'll find Jack and his friend made camp somewhere near it. Then you stop. Oh, oh, oh. Silver. Silver. What is it, Tonto? Here. Here are the signs. Yes? You'll look. Horsemen. Strangers. Ah. The wild horses didn't make these prints. Neither did Indian ponies. The horses that made these were shot. Ah. Now, three horses. Three, eh? Ah. Here. One. Here. Other. Here. Third horse. They look like fresh tracks. See, Tonto? Look at this print. The sand's still slipping back into place. Right. Come on. We follow them? No. They must be close enough so that we can overtake them any time. First, I think we'll back trail a bit and see where they came from. Ah. Follow me. Come on. Get them up. Get them up. Get them up. That night, Jack and Rusty spread their blankets and went to sleep with nothing to warn them that their lives were in danger. But long before midnight, Rusty with the instinct of a frontiersman woke up suddenly. For a time you lay unmoving, listening, and staring into the darkness. Finally, he reached out and touched the figure of his companion. What? Jack. Quiet. Huh? Something's wrong. Wrong? Keep still a second. See if you can't hear anything. I don't hear nothing except them coyotes howling. You? Not now. Did you? I don't know. Huh? I must have heard something or I wouldn't have woke up. I tell you, Jack, I gotta feel there's something plenty wrong around here. You're imagining things. I ain't that kind. Then the horses woke you. Like they got to stop and run. You don't wake up for noises you're used to. You ought to know that, but this time, wait. What in place is that? I don't know. Shoot your hands. All right, boys! Watch out. Hello, fellas. Here, into the saddle. Yes, fella. Help, will you? Get him, people. Let us go. Hello, gentlemen. Come on. First of them like no saddle on the run. Molly, what happened? We gotta catch them. Come on. All right. Come on. Get them up. Come on. Save your questions. Master, where are you taking us? For safety. Hurry, sir. Huh? Don't you realize those fellas are out to kill you? Our horses. Our stuff. I can care. You can get that later. But we've got to... Boys! Uh-huh. We should be out of the hearing. Circle to the left. Under to it. Get them up. Go on, old fellow. The three outlaws followed the trail. Until at last, Baldi raised his arm as a command to stop. Right up. Okay. No use. They're gone. It's too dark to see them, and they're too far to be heard. Now what? We'll have to bear moves. You mean we'll have to find another hideout, Baldi? There's no choice. They know we're here. We can't stop them from reporting. So the quicker we make tracks, the better. Well, Baldi, where to this time? I don't know. There's plenty of places. I might even go back over the border. We can talk about that later. Come on. Back to the case to pick up our duffel. All right. Get up. Get down. Go, boy. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Get in there. Whoa. I don't unsettle. We won't even stay overnight. You figure there's that much danger? I just don't believe in taking chances. Come on. We'll get our stuff outside. But listen. Don't argue, kid. If you expect to live long, you'll figure like Baldi does. Only you just take risks that ain't needed. Things like an awful dog gone hurry. The rest of these caves blacken the inside of your head. Can't see your hand in front of your face. Remember when you let them camp? On your legs here. I'll get them. You're gonna have a leg. Just a second. Got a match, kid? Sure. Here. Thanks. There you are. I don't take that. Get them covered. Grinch or it gets blasted out of your booth. You're walking. Don't move. Baldi, Clem. These are the fellas we was chasing. I think we ate good eyes. Great circle and waited for you. Tell them I located these caves this afternoon. We knew this was the one place we'd never be expected. Shut that ugly mouse. Uncle, get it shut for you. You think you can get these fellas across the real to a Texas ranger station? Watch us. There's a reward on each one of them. You and Rusty can collect. And I doubt that the law will care on which side of the border you captured them. Wait. Yes? Well, me and Rusty got out of the business here. I was almost forgetting. If we take these fellas, then maybe we won't be able to come back and do it. I know your business here. Huh? You do? The Padres sent me after you. And your wife asked them for help. Your uncle cut short his trip. And you've just time to reach the ranch before his arrival. Gosh. I hope you'll go willingly. But if you don't... Yeah? I'll keep the promise I made the Padres. I'll drag you back if I must. Jack, I think it'd be sense to go. You should have had time to realize that when you came on this trip. You left everything really worthwhile behind you. Your wife's waiting for you. And your work is also... Well... Are you going? Uh... Stranger, I reckon I will. If you want the facts, I was tired of this a long while ago. I was just too stubborn to admit it. Good. Now I can tell you something. Yeah? You've got that map with you? Sure, but why... Hand it here. Oh. Here it is. It's the same one. Huh? You've seen this before? It's a forgery. What say? How'd you know that? A swindler sold it to Jack's uncle three years ago. Talon and I trapped him. We saw this map at that time. Well, that'll be hard time. And Jack, yeah? If your uncle is angry when he hears of this, you might remind them he once believed in the same forgery. You think I won't? And Talon, the masked man who helped him then, asks him to go easy with you now. Yeah? Hold on. Take it easy, Jack. But I've got to thank him. He won't let you. He just now come to me who he is. I was working for your uncle that time you heard him speak of. I never knew what he'd done. I reckon your uncle wasn't so proud of letting the swindler trick him. Then who is he? A fellow I'm doggone proud I met. The Lone Ranger. All right, you hombres. Start marching. The story you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.