 A 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 daring and resourceful masked rider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. Nowhere in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice. Join 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. Two men waited behind a group of huge boulders along the dusty trail leading to the town of Boulderville. The man named Stubb Mason owned a cafe in town, but as he rested his rifle on a rock, Mason looked like what he was, a lawless killer. His companion looked anxiously toward the town. He shaded his eyes from glare, but the rays of the sun reflected on the star-shaped badge pinned to his vest. He was Sheriff Black, the law in Boulderville. Stubb, I wish you hadn't insisted on me coming with you. I've done my part. I told you Rex Salter's got the evidence he was after, and that he'd been heading for the county seat to show to the marshall. Sure you've done your part, Sheriff, but I might need help on this job. You're the only one that I can count on to keep quiet. Wouldn't do for folks to know that you're in trouble just as deep as I am. You know I won't talk. You can't afford to. Everyone in town respects you. Even Banker Moffat took you into his confidence when he sent for Salter's to investigate things. And I tipped you off about the rain detective coming here. That's what you're paid for. Salter should be coming this way in a minute. There ought to be another way to get rid of him, Stubb. Well, there isn't. But how will I explain the murder? You can think up something to account for the killing. Banker Moffat would be mighty hard to convince. You'll convince him to save your own neck. You sure Moffat hasn't seen the evidence? Dead sure. Salter's was going for the marshall before showing the evidence to anyone. I... Hey Stubb, look at that dust cloud. I see it. Riders coming this way. It must be Salter's. Make sure before you shoot. Don't worry I will. And shoot straight. We don't want any loose ends to tangle us up later. Shut up. I can make them out now. It's Salter's all right. I recognize him and his horse. You got your sights on him. I'll wait till he passes us. Mason's shot was straight and true. And word of Rex Salter's murder spread rapidly throughout the Southwest. Eventually it reached the ears of the Lone Ranger and Tottle, who were friends of the range detective. The masked man and his Indian companion went to the vicinity of Boulderville and made camp near the town. It was there that the Lone Ranger said, Hello. We're going to make Rex's killer pay. I want you to go into town. Me go now? Yes. You'll find Chris Moffat in his office at the bank. Rex Salters was working for him at the time he was killed. Give him this silver bullet and find out when he can see me. It was mid-afternoon when Sheriff Black entered banker Chris Moffat's office. Come in, Sheriff. The cashier said you wanted to see me, Chris. I do. Sit down. Thanks. My hot day. What progress are you making in these soldiers' killing? I'm still investigating it. Have you learned anything definite about who may have killed him? No, I haven't. Sort of a mystery. How do you mean, Sheriff? Well, that detective had a lot of enemies. Not here in town that I know of, but from other places. Now, I was talking over with Stubb Mason today. He said he'd noticed several drifters come through his place lately. Well, any one of those drifters could have been looking for Salters to square a grudge. You have no proof of that. Well, maybe I haven't got a proof of it, but it's the logical thing to suspect. Why? As far as I know, you and I are the only ones who knew why Rex Salters was in town. You hired him to come here and investigate certain goons all. I didn't kill him. You certainly didn't. So it must have been one of those drifters who shot him to square a grudge. Pardon me, Mr. Muffin. Yes, what is it, Joe? There's an Indian out here. He insists on seeing you. An Indian will have him wait. I have several appointments. I told him that. He said for me to show this to him. What is it? A bullet, a silver bullet. Yes, I see. Well, Sheriff, I just wanted to know if you'd learned anything new. That's all. I won't to leave you any longer. If I learn anything, Chris, you'll be the first to hear about it. Thank you, thank you. Adios. Adios, Sheriff. I'll tell the Indian to come back later. In an hour or so? No, no, no. Send him in immediately. Mr. Muffin, there's others waiting. Well, let them wait. I'll send the Indian in here and see that we are not interrupted. Yes, sir. I'll send him right in. Hey, stop. Stop me some. Howdy, Sheriff. You look excited about something. You will be too when I tell you what I know. Let's go to your office. I don't want to talk out here in the cafe. All right. Take over, Bill. Go in the office for a few minutes. What's on your mind? Wait, let me sit down. Let's hear it. Philip, we're in a peck of trouble. Are they a detective? Yeah, I told you you shouldn't have shot him. I knew we'd get into a jam. The worst jam that we're in already. How are we in a jam about him? Chris Muffin's called in the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger? Did Chris tell you that? No, but I know it. You're crazy. Where'd you pick up that story? I was talking to Chris when an Indian came in the bank and wanted to see him. As Sheriff Black told about the Silver Bullet, the smile disappeared from the face of Stubb Mason, owner of the Loadstone Cafe. Did you see the engine? You bet I did. I took a good look at him as I went through the bank. Anyone with him? No, he was alone. I waited until he went into the bank as offers. Then I hurried over here to tell you about it. Sheriff, I guess you're right after all. That Silver Bullet proves it. Do you think that engine's still at the bank? I reckon he might be. Why? Well, get on your horse and follow him when he leaves town. We'll find the Lone Ranger waiting for him somewhere. What if I do find the Lone Ranger? Put a bullet through him and another one through that engine. Oh, no, no, not me. I don't think Chris Muffin is suspicious of me so far. But if something happened to the Lone Ranger, he'd start putting two and two together. You've got something there. Then I'll follow the engine. Just a minute now, Stubb. You kill the masked man and I'll still get blamed for it. You stay here in the cafe till I get back. You'll have plenty of witnesses to swear you never left here. Yeah. Yeah, I'd have an alibi, wouldn't I? Now get outside and start mixing with the customers. I'll be back after dark. Oh, what delayed you, Tonneau? I expected you back before sundown. He leaves town a long time before sundown. But fellow, follow me. Me wait till night come, then lose him. A man followed you? That's right. Him big fella, where a big black hat like gambler. Him ride bay horse with white spot on nose. When we come out of bank, him follow. But when he see him, we lose him. Are you sure you lost him? Did you see Chris Moffat the banker? Him say him meet you at bank tonight. You were followed. But be a mistake for me to meet Moffat tonight. Someone knows we're in the vicinity and why we're here. Now that he lost your trail to be watching the bank. Or at least watching Moffat. But bankers say no one know about us come see him. Him say him tell nobody. A man who tried to follow you knows about it. Oh, did Moffat tell you anything about the murder of Rex Solders? Sheriff think maybe Drifter kill him. Sheriff say many crooks hate Solders. Kill him for grudge. That's possible, but I doubt it. Solders came to Boulderville to arrest outlaws who've been operating around here. I believe that they, whoever they are, found out about it and killed him. That's what banker think. Him glad you come to help. You'll have to go back to Chris Moffat. Tell him you were followed. You'll see why I can't meet him tonight. I'll wear a disguise and to tell and try to learn the identity of the man who followed you. It's important that we know who he is. Me help put on disguise. I'll tell you how you can get a message to Moffat without being seen by anyone who might be watching the bank. The Sheriff was waiting when Stubb returned to the café after losing track of Tonto. Hey Stubb, where in thunder have you been? Shut up, Sheriff. I want everyone in the café to hear you. But you've been gone for hours. I thought maybe you were running into trouble with the Lone Ranger. Did you? Oh, I never set eyes on him. Follow that engine for hours. Then when it got dark, he gave me the slip. When I finally decided to come back to town, I got lost for an hour before I found the trail again. What do you don't say? The Indian must have known you were following him. There's no doubt of that. But I found out one thing. It is? What? Chris Moffat's expecting to meet the Lone Ranger tonight. How do you know that? Well, as I rode into town, I saw him go into the bank. I stopped and waited. In a couple of minutes, he lit the lamp in his office. Then I heard him unlock the side door. Well, he never goes to the bank at night. I know he doesn't. He's figuring on meeting the mask man. Stubb, I've got an idea. Now, if you sneak over there and hide in the old wagon bar across the street, you could pull it through the Lone Ranger when he shows up. Oh, no, chef. That mask ombré's too smart for that. How do you mean? He knows by now that I tried to follow this Indian friend of his. So he'll figure the son will be laying for him if he goes to see Chris Moffat tonight. Yeah, I guess he would have that. But he'll try to get word to Chris. That's for sure. When he does, I want you to be on hand. Me? Yes, you. Now, here's what I want you to do. Banker Chris Moffat sat in his office awaiting the Lone Ranger. Presently, there was a knock at the side door. Yes, yes, come in, come in. Evening, Chris. Good you, chef. Yes, I just happened to be passing down this way and saw a light in your office. Well, maybe I'd better investigate. Living wrong? No, no, I have some work to do tonight. That's all. I'm glad you're here. I want to have a talk with you. Well, can't you drop in tomorrow? Chris? This is mighty important. Well, then make it brief, huh? I've been thinking about the murder of that detective you hired. Whoever it was who did it likely got hold of the evidence he came here to find. We've discussed that, chef. Yes, I know. But it come to me tonight that whoever killed Rex Salters must have learned that you hired him. Now, in that case, the killer might try to get you. I'm not afraid of that. But you should be. And as sheriff, I'm responsible for your safety. I'm aiming to put a guard with you day and night. Oh, no, you're not. That's ridiculous, chef. No one's going to try to hurt me. That's what you think. But if anything should happen to you, Chris, the whole town would blame me for not protecting you. Oh, nonsense. Why... Hey, what was that? Something struck the door, the side door. I'll see you about it. No, no, chef. Let me go to the door. Oh, stay back, Chris. You might get hurt. Hey. Look at this. Hey, what do you... Stuck in the door. I'll get it. There's a piece of paper tied to that arrow. Let me see what it is. Never mind, chef. I'll examine it. Now you see, Chris, why you need a guard. Someone's sending you warning notes, I'll bet you. What to say? Hey, it's... It's nothing important, chef. Don't get excited about it. Now I have to get back to my work. If you say it's not important, I'll take your word for it, Chris. But I still think you need a guard. I don't. That's it. Oh, good night. Good night, Chris. I've got to tell Stubb Mason what happened. 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. After Tonto had delivered a note to the banker, Chris Moffat, he hurried to the edge of town where the Lone Ranger, wearing a disguise, was waiting with Scott and Silver. Tonto reported what he had done, then told that he had seen the sheriff in the banker's office. Me wait. Soon sheriff come out. Him run twenty-first. Me followed the café. In café, him talk with Bigfeller, who follow me out of town today. Him own café. Stubb Mason, he's owner of the café. So he's a man who followed you. Ah, that right. Tonto, did you see anyone near the bank when you followed the sheriff? No. No one there. No guard there. Where we go now? Go tell Chris Moffat what you've learned. And I'm going to Stubb Mason's café. Seems to be some connection between Mason and the sheriff. I'm going to find out what it is. Get him up, Scout! Lone Ranger wore his usual clothing and his heavy guns after leaving Tonto in the banker. But instead of his mask, he had changed his complexion and marked a heavy scar on one side of his face. As a disguise, it was effective. Setting in the café, he looked like a professional gunfighter. He could see the sheriff talking to Stubb, but he couldn't hear the conversation. Chris wouldn't show you the note or even talk about a sheriff. No, Stubb, he wouldn't say a thing. Acting mighty huffy, too. He as much as told me to get out and stay out. Ah, then he's suspicious of me. He lets you in on his plans when he hired that detective, but he's telling you nothing about the Lone Ranger. You're right. He is suspicious for some reason. The sheriff were in a tough spot. I know we are, Stubb. We've got to do something. Wait a minute. Take a look at that big fella sitting over in the corner. Which one do you mean, Stubb? One with a fancy gun. And a gun sling and drifter, if I ever saw one. Look at that scar across his face. Yeah. What about him? Let's have a talk with him. He might be just the fellow we're looking for. I don't get you, Stubb. You will. Just let me do the talking. How do you fit in this picture, Sheriff? I thought it was the job of a law dog to prevent killings. He's got his reasons. And with the law in Boulderville back of your gunslinger, you won't have to worry about nothing. Savvy? Yeah. That's Savvy. You'll take the job? I'm hardly in a position to turn it down. Good. The sheriff will cover up for you. Come along. I'll fix you up with the room. The lone ranger was shown to a room over the cafe. When he was alone, he put on his mask to cover the disguise, then left the room by means of a rope out the window. He hurried to the bank where Tonto and Moffat were waiting. I've... I've been hired to kill you, Moffat. But you... kill me? In the cafe, I wore a disguise instead of this mask. Mason and the sheriff thought I was a gunman. Well, that's no good understanding. Mason and the sheriff think you're a gunman. Mason and the sheriff think you know too much. The sheriff? Yes. He and Mason are working hand in hand. They know you've called me in to help solve the soldier's murder. But how could they know? I haven't told anyone about it. The sheriff was here when Tonto sent you the silver bullet. Oh, and he knew what it meant. Undoubtedly. They hired you to kill me. Yes. I'm... I'm to kill the lone ranger too. What? They didn't suspect that they were talking to the lone ranger. No, hardly. When is all this killing supposed to take place? Tomorrow night. Right now I'm supposed to be in a room over the cafe. I came here secretly to make plans with you. Well, I'll do anything you suggest. Good. Tomorrow I'll call on the sheriff. Tell him I'm to meet you here tomorrow night at 10. But why should I tell him that? The banker listened attentively while the lone ranger outlined a carefully thought-out plan. He nodded and smiled approvingly from time to time as the masked man talked, and then agreed to follow the instructions to the letter. The next day, Chris Moffat welcomed the sheriff when the lawman came to the bank. He told the sheriff about the aid he was receiving from the lone ranger. The lone ranger? You don't mean it, Chris. Yes, sir. He's gonna help us solve that soldier's case. I would have told you about it last night, but I wasn't sure when he'd arrive. He'll be here at 10 tonight. Then I'm putting a guard right here with you. Yes, sir, I am. Then after all, I guess you'll write about that, chief. I wouldn't want the same thing to happen to the lone ranger that happened to Rick Sultan. Oh, you bet you don't. Now, I've got just a man for the job. Oh, you have? Who is he? He's a big man, a scar across his face. I swore him in as a deputy last night. I'll send him down here tonight to stay in guard. I'll be looking for him. It was early evening when the sheriff entered Stubb Mason's private office to find the letter passing the time in a game of solitaire. Come in, sheriff. I was waiting for you. Plenty of heart tonight. Take your coat off. We'll play a couple of hands of rummy while we're waiting. You don't mind if I do. Might as well slip off my gun belt too while I manage. Sure, sure. Make yourself comfortable. Hang your chute and iron up there alongside of mine. All right. Deal him off, Stubb. All right. Nothing like a game of cats or quiet the nerves. You're right about that. Howdy. Huh? Coming in the back door, the lone ranger was once more without his mask. He wore the disguise just as he had on the preceding evening when Brown and Mason had hired him for their murder job. Oh, it's you. Thought you were at the bank. I'm on my way now. I want to ask when I get paid for this job. You'll get it, don't worry. Sure, you've got nothing to worry about. I don't do business that way. I want at least part of it now. You do, huh? No pay, no job. All right. Yeah. See this $1,000 bill? Yeah, I see it. I tear it in two. Here's half of it. When you've done the job, you get the other half. That's good enough. Thanks. Stubb, look through the door there. What? See that engine looking in here? Is he the... That's him. That's a red skinner trailed out of town. Come on, Sheriff, let's grab him. Hurry, Stubb, he's starting for the door. Todd will hardly reach the boardwalk before Stubb Mason and the sheriff grabbed him and dragged him back into the office. You let me go. We do nothing. Let up before I'm done with you. Shut the door, Sheriff. All right. Good thing the door was left open. We'd never have seen the stupid out there. You got some rope here, Stubb. We'll tie him up. No need to tie him, Sheriff. Here's your handkerchief. What? Tuff him to a chair. Where'd you get them? Out of the pocket of your coat, hanging on the rack. Hurry up, Sheriff. Snap them on this red skin. Let me have them. Now, sit down in that chair, red skin. Yeah. Take care of you right now. There. He's locked to the rung. He won't get away. Hand me my gun. Here you are, Mason. I guess this is yours. Yeah, that's mine. Here, there's the sheriff's. Now, engine, we know who you are and you know we do. So start talking. And fast. You're not shooting. Me tell. That's good sense. What are you doing snooping in my place? Me come to town with friend. Me come here, wait while him talk with banker. Hey, did you hear that, Sheriff? He says his friend is talking with the bank. Yeah. So he's there now. Well, boys, we got to get moving. And fast. You bet we have. He'll be out in court if we don't. Let me get my coat and gun belt. Yeah, hand me mine, too, Sheriff. Come on, Sky. What about the Indians? He can't get away. We finish with him when we get back. And one peep out of you engine and I'll have one of my boys outside put a bullet through you. Me and RGL, maybe quiet. There's two horses. One's the engines. And a big white one is a mask man. I've heard plenty about that big stallion. Name is Silver. The bank is in his office. The lamp is lit. And the blind is drawn. Me and the sheriff can wait for you here. Get in there and do your job, Mr. You won't mind me riding off on that big white horse, will you? No, you can have him to get away with. I'll have the other half of that $1,000 bill waiting for you when you come out. The bank is expecting me. I'll get in easily enough. The banker knew from the conversation of the previous evening that the lone ranger would appear without his mask disguised as the gunman. The sheriff and stub watched carefully. Then waited after the lone ranger entered the office of Chris Moffitt. He thinks we're fools enough to let him go. Better get your gun ready, stub. As soon as he kills the banker and the lone ranger, we'll rush in. And after it's all over, we can tell the folks we shot him for killing those two. We'll say we were trailing him for a range detective's murder. But we got down here too late to prevent him shooting me. Do you hear that, Sheriff? Two shots, one for Moffitt and one for the mask. Let's go kill that gunslinger. The sheriff and Mason ran to the bank and threw the side door into Mason's office. They saw two men lying on the floor. One was the banker, the other wore a mask. Yeah, he got them both. Yeah. So this is a lone ranger we've heard so much about. Hey, stop. Take a look at the way he's dressed. Just like that gunslinger, we're hard to kill these two. Only difference is he's wearing a mask. Hey, where is that gunslinger? He should be here. Yeah, where'd he go? Now, the door into the bank is open. Maybe he's in there looking for cash. Hold on, stub. This mask man's not dead. He's breathing. What? I get it. Shoot him. No, you don't. It's the judge, Judge Winters. I'm not the only one who was waiting in the bank. We heard you. Stop that gun you covered. Keep them covered, Judge. You're not dead, not even hurt. No, neither is the banker. Get up, Chris. The act is over. You're the one that... Yes, when you saw me without my mask, you hired me to commit a double murder. And we heard your own admission to the same. I was ready for you, Sheriff. I had my gun handy while I lay on the floor acting dead. That man's not dead. I put it on as soon as I came into this office after leaving you two crooks. Is that Tutto? Yes. Come in, Tutto. The Indian. You left him handcuffed, Sheriff. But while you were out of the cafe to chase him, I'd fixed the lock on the handcuffs so it wouldn't stay closed. All of all the... Be quiet. What did you find, Tutto? Here. Here, evidence you tell me to look for in Stubb Mason's desk. Evidence? What evidence is he talking about? The evidence Stubb Mason and the Sheriff took from my friend Rex Solars when they killed him. Proof that the Sheriff and Mason wanted suppressed. Take charge of it, Chris. Well, I guess that's all we need to hang both of them. These people saw how they conspired to kill you and me. Now they know why. To silence both of us. To silence Solars. Well, our work here is done. Adios, Moffat, Judge Winner. Adios, Stubb Mason, you got me into this. Oh, shut up, Sheriff. The next time you hire a gunslinger, you better make sure he's not the low-rated. I'll kill you! Get him shot! I'll kill you! This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, created and produced by George W. Trendle, directed by Charles D. Livingston, and edited by Fran Stryker. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beemer.