 The horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a ha-hey-hay-oh silver! The lone ranger! With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mask rider of the planes led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. No where in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. A lot of the past come a thundering hoopbeats of the great horse, Silver! The lone ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! Let's go before him, Silver! Sat in his large business office in St. Louis, and listened as his business partner, John Holley, talked. Rufus, you've been making trips to the far west to buy cattle for over 20 years. Time you took it easy, and let your son Ted take over and do our cattle buying. No, it isn't that I don't trust Ted's judgment, John. I knew he could do it. Why in tarnation do you hesitate to send him? He's a good horseman, fine marksman. He certainly ought to be able to take care of himself out there. Of course he could. Well, then what's your reason for not wanting him to go? John, Ted's all I have. Now that Martha's gone, suppose the west appeals to him so much he doesn't want to come back to this business. Ha! Little sticks. Why would he want to stay out there? But John, there's something no one else ever knew except Martha. I'm going to tell you now. Oh, what? Ted isn't really our son. What? We adopted him. But I thought... Well, like everyone else, you thought Ted was born in Kansas City when Martha was visiting her folks there. Well, I went west on the cattle buying trip. That's right. Well, it didn't happen that way at all. I brought Ted back with me from the west when he was about six months old. Well, tell me about it. I took a stage from Pegas on the way back east. A young woman with two babies rode in the same coach with me. They were twin boys. She seemed poverty-stricken and unhappy. Go on, Rose. The stage stopped at a waste station. The driver and I went inside for food. When we came back to the coach, the woman was gone. But one of the babies was still there with a note pinned to his blanket addressed to me. You see, the woman and I had talked a little during the trip. She deserted the baby boy? Yes. In the note, she asked me to take him and bring him back east. He tried to find her, but couldn't. So I brought him home with me. That baby was Ted. It's God's will, Rose. I never thought for one minute Ted wasn't your own flesh and blood. Martha and I adopted him legally, so he is my son. Ted knows he's adopted, but he doesn't know the details. You know, John, I always felt that if he went to the far west, he might stay there. If he goes this time, he'll be going right to the territory where I first found him. Well, what of it? Um, I reckon I am being foolish. When I think of that trip, I don't feel like facing the hardships of travel. Ted will be excited about going, Rufus. He deserves the chance to show what he can do. All right, John. Now, let Ted go to my place. He'll leave day after tomorrow. Several weeks later, a young man with a hard, cold look on his face back toward the door of a cafe in a town near Pekos. The gun in his hand was steady as he spoke. The first one to make some move will get a bullet, Savvy. You won't get away with this, dude. I'm getting away with it. Glad you all carried so much cash with you. Come on. Let's get him. Be careful. The second Billy, the kid here, cleaned us of all our cash. There he goes. He's getting away. The next afternoon, the lone ranger and his Indian companion, Toto, rode the trail through the hills east of Pekos. We still hunt for Eaton Gang chemistry? No, Toto. Eaton and his men are said to have crossed the border. Right now, we're looking for a lone wolf bandit called the Dude. Oh, you're not hearing him. When I talked to the United States Marshal and Pekos about the Eaton Gang yesterday, I heard about the Dude. Marshal said his name is really Tom Willis, a fellow about 21. He used to live in this territory with his mother on a rundown farm. Oh. Young Willis resented being so poor and kept to himself most of the time. His mother died a year ago. And he turned bandit and was trying to follow in the footsteps of Billy the Kid. That's not good. After he obtained the money by robbing people, Willis bought fancy clothes and riding gear. Because of that, he became known as the Dude. So far, he hasn't killed anyone. He's become bolder lately and may turn killer. Yesterday in broad daylight, he held up the cafe and brightened their hair. Very clever covering his tracks. They try to find him before he does commit murder. Come on, son. Get him up to count. By a strange twist of fate, Ted Van Port, who, unknown to others, was a twin brother of Dude Willis, arrived that same day at the nearest railroad station and hired a horse to ride westward to Pekos. Come on, boy. Get up there. As he rounded the bend in the trail not far from Brighton, he came face to face with the sheriff and his man. The bullets came mighty close. I notice you're wearing a sheriff's badge. Ask why you and your men fired your guns. Listen, Dude Willis, I know you're tricky and all that. One move out of here and you'll get a bullet. You made a mistake. That's not my name. Yeah, listen to him. Yeah, even acts like a dude. Take his gun, somebody. I'll get it, Sheriff. Keep him covered. I got it. I don't understand this treatment. I'm a law-abiding citizen. Well, there he goes again. He sure puts on an axe. Yeah, he sure does. We all know you by sight. You can't pull that local talk on us. We're taking you back to Brighton to jail. You have a lot to account for. I tell you, you made a mistake. My name is Ted Van Port. I just arrived in the west. Come here on. Someone must decrease you with a bullet to make you talk better. But if you give me time, I can prove what I said. No, dude. Now turn around, head for town. You're going to jail. You'll stay there a long, long time. But it... I'll go on, go on. Get up. Get up. Tahoe left the camp. He and the Lone Ranger made in the hills and rode to Brighton for supplies and news. Later, he returned. Most calm. Hold that line. It's not easy. Well, Tahoe, any news in town? Ah! Sheriff and men capture Pella we hear to find. Them have Dude Willis in jail. That is news. Ah! But me not like way men talk. He must hurry. What do you mean? Well, me stand at back a cafe and listen. Them plenty mad at Dude Willis. Them say he not deserve just to go to jail. Them plan to get Willis in jail at midnight. Tahoe, it's almost midnight now. They're right to tell and try to stop the mob from hanging that man. Easy, sir. He's got easy follow. Come on, sir. But Curtin falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. On as midnight approached, an angry mob gathered in front of the jail. All right, men, let's go in. Follow me. Don't aim to harm you, but we do aim to go into the jail and take your prisoner, Dude Willis. Now, hold on. You can't do it. It's my duty to go. Cover him and take his gun. A couple of you men come with me and we'll bring out Willis. There you go. The four long Dude Willis will pay these crimes and be a lesson to all other young coyotes who think they can terrorize his territory. Within a short time, Ted VanPort mistaken for his twin brother, Dude Willis, was taken from the cell and led for testing outside the big oak tree in front of the jail. Wait, you're making a mistake. I'm not the man you want. No, you're trying to pull loose, Willis. We're here to see you get the punishments in the city. No, no, no. I'm going to string up this dirty coyote, Sheriff, and you're not going to stop him. The law will take care of him. I'm not going to let you take the law into your own hands like this. Don't talk, Sheriff. It doesn't mean if you're covered. Well, trip that gun. Just keep him quiet if you know what's good for you. Tie the Dude's hands behind his back and put him on a horse. Then we'll get on with the proceeding. There you go. We don't go testing these innocent. Ted Van Fort was placed in a horse with his hands tied behind him and the horse was led under the large oak tree. All right, we're ready. I'll toss the end of the rope over that limb up there. As the leader of the mob gave his attention to the rope, there was a sudden interruption. What's the shooting for? Coming from between the buildings. Must be a gang. Got to rescue him. Dirt for cover, everybody. The sudden appearance of a racing horseman disconcerted the townsmen. Their leader turned to fire at the masked man. Women smashed out of him. Well, the men in the mob were momentarily panic-stricken and scurried for cover as Tahoe and the Lone Ranger bore down on them. The masked man faced the crowd with drawn guns while Tahoe cut the rope that bound Ted's wrists and handed him a gun. There, now you're free to take guns. Oh, thanks. Let's get away from here. Turning in their saddles, the three men fired over the heads of the mob as they hurriedly rode between the buildings. The Lone Ranger and Tahoe took pains to cover their trail after they left town. Finally, they arrived at their camp with Ted. Oh, thanks. You mean save my life. They got away with it only because the crowd was taken completely by surprise, Willis. I'm not Willis. Everybody says I am, but my name is really Ted Benport. I arrive from the East only today. I don't understand all this. Tell me more about yourself. Briefly, Ted told of his father and his life in the East. He showed credentials which the sheriff had failed to remove from his pocket. When he finished, the Lone Ranger spoke. I believe you, Ted. We'll help you. Thanks, but... What do you make of all this? Well, Ted, I've heard of your father, Rufus Benport. He'd been coming west to buy cattle for many years. Well, that's right. You say he told you you were adopted? That's true. When I was just a baby, a woman let me in a stagecoach and which dad was riding. He brought me east and adopted me. He said, he... Well, wait a minute. There was another baby boy. I remember now the woman told Dad we were twins. Perhaps, dude Willis is that other baby. You were twin brother. That must be it. But think of my brother being a crook. Circumstances could bring that about, Ted. The main thing right now is to find dude Willis and prove to the sheriff and the townsman that they made a mistake. We started dawn and tried to pick up dude's trail. The following morning, early, the Lone Ranger with Tato and Ted set out to find dude's trail. They spent an unsuccessful day, then returned to camp. Tato again rode to town for supplies. When he arrived at the camp, he brought helpful news. Easy scuff, easy scuff. He came back in a hurry, Tato. He'll be here in town, dude Willis, hold up stage this afternoon near Narrow Pass. Well, that's a break for us. Maybe we'll be able to pick up his trail from there. They'll take Ted with us and leave at once. A posse had been forming to ride to Narrow Pass when Tato left town. Consequently, the masked man, the Indian and Ted, arrived there first and found the bandits' trail which they followed. Dude, as usual, had covered his tracks carefully, but the Lone Ranger and Tato, due to their long training and experience, were soon able to uncover them and continue toward dude's hiding place. Meanwhile, in an old prospector shack, dude lay resting after the stage hold up. Have to take things real easy. Hey, something brought on my horse out there. Three riders coming. He'll get a good, hot reception. Dude crouched near the partly open window, facing the direction from which the three horsemen were approaching. Just before they came within gun range, they separated. Gonna try to trick me by coming in from different angles. Stay back, or I'll drill you. I'm the white stallion. I've heard of him. As bullets whined through the open window, dude jumped. When he looked again, the masked man wasn't in sight. The Lone Ranger, Tato and Ted, had dismounted among the trees and undercover of the tall brush moved cautiously toward the shack. Dude watched closely. Gun ready. Suddenly, from the window across the room behind him, he heard a voice. Stop your gun, Willis. Hey, what dude whirled to fire at the masked figure? You don't shoot. Oh, my arm! Make up your gun, Tato. Ah, me keep gunning. Well, Willis, you're through. Hey, come on in. Hey, what scene, now? I was mistaken for him. Boy, he looks just like me. That's right, he does. Exactly like you. Ah, then look like same fellow. If they're not dressed different, we not know one from other. If I... How don't shabby? People has covered, Tato. Ah. I'll go outside to meet the sheriff's posse. Oh, oh, oh! Hey, that's the masked man who took Willis away. All right. Some of my men are behind the shack. If Willis and your Indian partner are inside, they can't escape. Hold on, Sheriff. I'm not an outlaw. I carry a note from the fake ghost marshal to you. And here it is. Hey, thunder man, according to this note, the masked man and Indian are friends. They came to help hunt for Dude Willis. That's right. What's more, that white studion and the paint back among the trees. Now, it comes back to me who the masked man and Indian are. Well, mister, I reckon you did me a good turn last night, saving Dude Willis. Hope he didn't get away. No, he didn't. Well, I want to warn the men who started to take the law into their own hands. They would have been sorry if they'd succeeded. No, we wouldn't, sir. That truck deserves hanging. But there'll be no more mob justice, understand? I think I can show these men how wrong they were, Sheriff. Is this the man you intended to hang last night? He's the one. Take a good look. He's Jiminy. He looks like Dude Willis. Which one is Dude Willis? Can anyone here tell me? Go on, if I can tell him a plot. This man is not Willis. Yet he's the one you almost hung last night. That's right. The man standing here, my Indian friend, is really Dude Willis. It's a long story, but these two men are twin brothers. What? What? Twin brothers. My mother said I had a twin brother. She left him on a stagecoach years ago and some cattle buyer took him east. That's right, dude. My father told me the same story. Mom died. We were poor and, you know, I was sick of not having anything. I sort of went local. I reckon you didn't expect to find you had a twin brother who's a crook. Well, maybe after you've finished your prison term, Dude, you'll decide to go straight. If you do, we'll get together. Young fella, you told us you were Ted VanPort. I reckon we owe you an apology. Oh, forget it, Sheriff. Masked man, thanks for what you've done. Twin boys, eh? The good and the bad. Dude will go to jail, but his brother's offered him a chance for the future. I hope he takes it. I hope you men have learned a lesson by this. That it doesn't pay to be hasty in your judgment or your actions. Mob rule can ruin the West. The law must make all decisions, not a bunch of angry hotheads. Remember that, and you'll think twice before you try to take the law into your own hands again. That's telling a mister. We'll get Dude to jail now. He'll stand trial for his crimes. Maybe someday he'll be living a decent life with his brother. Who knows? I hope so. We'll say goodbye now. Adios, everyone. Ted, there goes one of the greatest Americans. One of the finest hombres in the West. You know, sometime right and wrong are hard to tell apart. Just like twins. But he can always find the right. Yes, sir. You're a mighty lucky he came along when he did. You see, he's none other than the Lone Ranger. The picture of the Lone Ranger Incorporated is created by George W. Crandall. Produced by Crandall Campbell Muir Incorporated. Directed by Charles D. Livingstone and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer. Your announcer, Fred Boyd.