 A cloud of dust in a hearty house! Faithful Indian companion Tonto, the masked rider of the planes, led the fight for law and order in the early western 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. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past in the thundering hoofbeats of the Great Horse Silver, the lone ranger rides again! Come on, Silver! Hurry, big fellow! Come, Silver! It was the year a Yankee salesman named Adam Webster hired a spring wagon to make the trip from Somerset to Placer Gulch. My name's Hank Tucker, stranger. Do most of the hauling from here up to the Gulch. All right. That's my baggage over there on the platform. Long wooden box. Come on, I'll help you lift it. Well, here we are. It's none of my business, stranger, but that box back there is kind of funny looking baggage to be lugging up to a gold camp. There's nothing funny about it. I'm a traveling salesman. The box contains a sample of my product. Well, from the size and shape of the thing, folks might think it was a coffin. It is. I'm a casket salesman. Well, I'll be. It was the year the lone ranger and Tonto followed a dangerous trail that led to a rock-strung plateau in the Rocky Mountains. Let her make camp, Tonto. I'd rather wait for daylight before going any further. That's right. Placer Gulch can't be very far from here. You see big rocks side a trail. I'll come to get wood and make campfire there. Good. Well, you're doing that. I'll take care of the horses. Here's over. It was also the year an unknown bandit brought out Laurie in sudden death to the gold camps and lonely trail. It was the year of the cameo kid. All right, sense reach. Listen, no sneaker now who can walk in here and make me put... Anybody else want to argue the point? My hands are up. What do you want? Now you're talking sense. You're empty. Whatever's in the till under the sack. Sure. Sure. Anything you say. Just don't shoot. All right. Make it fast. This is all I can find. All right. I'll take it. I remember sense. You want to go on a live and keep your shooting herds and leather. Good night. How about Mike? He's dead. That murderer in the coyote shot him down without giving much... Say, I know who that was. That mask didn't fool me. Did you see the big ring he was wearing on his left hand? That was the cameo kid. Sure it was him. That don't help Mike. And he took every cent out of the till. The cameo kid. How much longer is the law in this country going to let a murderer and snake like him run loose? Well, Sheriff Commody over in Plash of Gulch. He's going to know about this first thing in the morning. He didn't any place. If you don't tool this big post of the mountain. Hey, watch out. I'm driving the team, Charlie. You're the shotgun guard. Then you're an Indian. This road's dangerous. Look at the creek down there. Must be a 600 foot drop. Whatever. There ain't a chance about that. Look out. Hold it. Road agents. And he's wearing a mask. Sure it is. Maybe you're right for that. Hold on the box, boys. There won't be any fireworks. All right, mister. Here's the... No. Maybe you didn't hear me. I said throw down the box. Oh, my arm. If you don't do what I say, you won't be able to yell. It's the cameo kid, Charlie. Better let him have it. Yeah. I know. Thanks, gents. Now whip up that team and line out of here. Pronto. Sure. Sure, Arla. You'd have to finish. It was almost midnight when Frank Barlow left the Golden Eagle Saloon in Classler Gulch. Helled up a cafe in my city and robbed the Wells Fargo State. Who did it? Ammy, oh, kid. Doesn't people saw the ringing wears? He mounted his horse and headed out of town. Steady fella. Less than an hour later, he rained up sharply in front of a deserted minor's shack. Good boy. Good. That time you were showing up. Where'd you been? I didn't see you, kid. You bring some grub like I told you to. Yeah. And the saddlebags, huh? Well, get it and come inside. I'll make a light. I like to get without somebody getting suspicious. Everybody in town is talking about what you did at White City in the Wells Fargo State. They know it was you, kid. They recognized you. Good. They're awful mad, kid. Sheriff Carmody's going to form a posse first thing in the morning. I don't think you are. Shut up. I'll do my own thinking. Did you find out about the nuggets and dust in that cracker box they call a bank? No gold's been shipped out of Classler Gulch for over a month. So there's plenty of it in the bank. But that doesn't do us any good. Why not? They're watching it day and night. Besides, just like I told you, the sheriff is going to scour every inch of dirt between here and Winchester looking for you. You've got to get out of here, kid, and lay low, because if you don't... Listen. Oh, Tim Starr and his law dogs are ever going to trip me. I can out-shoot any ten of them. I know you can, kid. But there's a hell to be twice that. Many in the posse. And they'll come past here, they're bound to. Well, let them. Long before that time, I'll be over summit class and then hide out by the river. Meet me back here tomorrow night. We'll save them the trouble of shipping out that gold. No, it's too risky. I tell you, you can't say... Let me tell you something. Ever since I hit this neck of the woods, you've made out all right by doing as I say, ain't you? Sure, I have. Then we'll keep on playing that way. Listen, I got a job for you to do tomorrow morning. Wait a minute. Look at these. Nuggets? Where did you get them? That job in White City. Now, if you do what I tell you, we'll get ten times as many out of the bank in Placer Gulch. What do you mean? You know where Indian Creek is? Sure, the other side of Summit Pass. But there's no color there. It's been panned a thousand times. Shut up. Tomorrow morning at daybreak, you take these nuggets to Indian Creek and plant them. Plant them? You must be a local, kid. That's just two or three. Bring the rest back to Placer Gulch to prove the big gold strike you've just made. Be sure everybody knows it. How about that? Ah, you dumb galoot. Every man in town will be on his way to Indian Creek inside two minutes. Oh, I see. Then you will have plenty of time to make a gold strike of our own at the bank. You savvy? Yeah. Well, then take these and get out of here. See you back tomorrow night. Everybody's here, Sheriff, except Frank Bottle. Guess he must have gone to bed. You want me to go over to the boarding house? Oh, no, we've got enough here. Now, gents, listen. You all know why I called this meeting. There's a murdering snake running loose in these parts. We're going to run him down. I'm talking about the cameo kid. He killed one man tonight and wounded the stage guard. He's wanted for murder in a dozen different places. Well, let's corral the coyote and string him up. Oh, no, no. There won't be any lynching. Cameo kid will hang all right. But Winchester's got first claim on him. When we run him down, we'll send him there. I got a letter from the Winchester sheriff last week. He said he was sending somebody up here after the kid. But nobody showed up. So we'll do the job. All right, that's all. Be here at daybreak. I'll swear all of you in as deputies. Sheriff, Sheriff, time late. Oh, hello, Hank. What do you want? I got a gent here who wants to meet you. He's a traveling man. Sheriff, Ed Carmody, this is Mr. Adam Webster. How do you do, Sheriff? Mr. Webster figured he ought to see the mayor. But classer, girl, Jane Godin, all mayor. Maybe I can explain, Sheriff. I'm taking orders. One of the finest products ever built. Everybody needs one of them eventually. So they might as well buy it now. I'd like to place a sample on display. The front window of the hotel would be a good location. And if you have no objection... Wait, wait a minute. What is this product you're selling? A genuine hardwood-pushline casket. It will not warm or corrode. It's waterproof. Oh, listen, stranger. I think most folks here in Placer Gulch figure a pine box is good enough for burying. Well, that serves a purpose, of course. But if anybody's local enough to buy one of your fancy coffins, you're welcome to sell them. Well, thanks for your recommendation, Sheriff. Thank you very much. Ever hear of anything like this before? No, I haven't. I'm too busy to worry about it. Get him out of here. Hey, come on, Mr. Webster. I'll take you over to the hotel. Very well. I'll remember, boys. Tomorrow morning at sunrise. It was just after daybreak when the Lone Ranger and Tonto broke camp and saddled their horses. Mr. D. Silver. According to my directions, Tonto. Placer Gulch is just the other side of this pass. It shouldn't take us long to get there. Easy. Is that a big fella? The mountain's pretty high. The trail's steep. Yes. This is a lot different than the plains' country. I'm sure we can... Hello. Listen. Ah. I'm gonna ride this way plenty fast. You see him now? Hmm. He's pushing that horse for all it's worth. We better stay out of sight and tilt. Look. Plenty fellas trail him. Yes, it's a lawman's posse. We'll be caught in the middle unless we move and move fast. That's what we do. Come on, Silver. Get on to town. Tonto, you're on your way to lose him by spitting up power. I'll cut to the right. There's trees for cover down this slope. You stick to this trail. Y'all can outrun their horses. Then circle back and meet me where we made camp. Me do what? I keep myself a unit. Don't worry about me, Tonto. Ride. Come on, Silver. Get him up. Count. 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 with a thickly wooded slope. Screening him from view was an easy matter for the lone ranger to stay ahead of his pursuers. In a short time later, covering his back trail by riding along the bed of a shallow creek, the masked man cited something that made him rain up sharply. Oh, that's not a coat. Easy. I've seen a lot of men take gold out of a creek. It's the first time I've ever seen anyone put gold in. Quiet, Silver. Better circle back and meet Tonto. Come on, Silver. What is it? Kimo Sabe. Who's firing at you? Part of the posse? No, that's not Glamon. That's Outlaw. We find him here. Come on. Shouldn't be hard to smoke him out, Tonto. We'll try. Kimo Sabe, come up there. Him see us. Yeah, that's smart talk, engine. I've had you two hombres part of them since you split off your neck. Watch him, huh? Get your claws up and get them high. Put up your hands, Tonto. It at least starts tortoise. All right. You're calling the plays. What's next? Oh, so now the law's higher now. Who's to run me down? Seems we've succeeded. Yeah. It's long enough for me to shovel light of daylight through both of your critters. I wouldn't be too sure of that, kid. Even know who I am, don't you? Well, that's the last thing you'll ever know, because I'm... Down, Tonto. He's getting away when I'll stop him. One way to stop an Outlaw. Come on. You're lucky we didn't aim any higher. It's a better break than you've given most of the men you shot down. What's the idea? If you want to braze the riding back trails, why'd you hold him up? That's a question you can ask the sheriff of Placer Gulch. Placer Gulch? You going there? That's exactly where we're heading. As soon as we can pack you into one of our horses. Mr. Lamb, I'll make a light. I've been waiting for you, Sheriff. What? A mascot on the hood? And an engine? Are you the... Don't reach for it. We can talk about it without guns. Besides, Tonto, has you covered? Well, I... All right, what do you want? I'd like to introduce someone you've been wanting to meet. Over there in the corner. The cameo kid. A cameo kid? Now, you've got me, Tin Star. I'll never hang. You can bet on that. It is him. He's wearing the ring. It's a kid, all right? Good. All right, job's done. Come on, Tonto. Wait a minute. Yes? I want an explanation. You bring in a murdering owl hoot I've been trailing. But you're wearing a mask yourself. Come to think of it, you and this red skin look something like two hombres who gave me the slip at Summit Pass. You're right, Sheriff. That was us. But Tonto and I came up here to help you. We just happened to reach the kid before you did. That's all. Help me. Never saw a lawman wearing a mask before. Who sent you? A friend of yours. The sheriff at Winchester. Yeah, maybe this will explain it. Adios, Sheriff. Who says? Well, I'll be... It's a silver bullet. Did you hear the news? Sheriff's got the cameo kid in jail. We're going to take him to Winchester tomorrow. How did that happen? I don't know. Harmony's kind of cage you about answering questions. Somebody's got the kid. I saw him in jail. Okay. We've got a list of all you solid hoes. Look at this. Go on. Look at them nuggets. Where's the strike, Frank? Indian Creek. There's plenty of this for everybody. Gold strike at Indian Creek? I can haul that fancy birrian contraption back to Somerset anytime. But tomorrow I want to... You forced me to remind you of our agreement, Mr. Tucker. You were paid in advance. I want my sample case carded to Somerset. First thing in the morning. Well, all right. I did promise you, but... Tucker, what's this? Hello, Frank. Mighty good news about your strike. What's this about the sheriff capturing an outlaw? Sure. Didn't you hear? Tom Woody's got the cameo kid bottled up in the calibou. The cameo kid? Yeah. Boy, see, he ain't surprised. Guess he stopped some flair. Hey, I'll see you later, Hank. Well, now what do you suppose is wrong with him? I can't walk. How did it happen? Yes, I'm all hootin' an engine ganged up on me. All hootin' engine? Well, I thought they're cured. Never mind what's happened. I gotta get out of here. I gotta make a break. If your legs are hurt, you can't walk. You're gonna carry me. Where? You see that long wooden box sittin' on the porch of the hotel across the street? There's that coffin inside of it. Followed from east was tryin' to sell him here in town. I know all about that. And after your fake story about the new gold strike, the town will be deserted by midnight. So this is what we'll do. You break me out of here. Here, heavier than I thought, kid. Oh! What's that? What's that? I didn't know. No, no, I didn't. Oh, but you made me lose my ring. Slipped off on a grab for your shoulder. Sorry, kid. I'll forget it. Here's a fort. Stop. Put me down. Now what do we do? You got a knife. Pry the lid off this box. Hurry up. Now open the one that's inside. I don't like the idea of this. Open it. Lift me in there. Easy. That's it. You sure you'll be all right? Shut up. Give me your gun. I'm here. When I come out of here, I'm going to need it. I still don't think... Shut up. All you have to do is put the lid on this thing. Get busy. Well past sunrise the following morning when Tonto returned to camp from Placer Gulf. Oh, it's gone. Oh, it's gone. What's wrong? Can you kid break jail? Him gone. What? That sounds impossible. He couldn't walk. Not many men in town. Sheriff take him all to make posse. They may be outlaw have help. Somebody bring him horse. That's the only way it could have been done. Has the sheriff picked up any kind of a trail? Well, me don't know. Me hear him say they find ring that outlaw wear. You mean the cameo? Ah, they find a cross street from jail by hotel. Probably lost it when he and whoever helped him honor their horses there at the hitch rack in front of the... What matter? I just remembered. There is no hitch rack in front of the hotel. What he be doing there unless he... Tonto, you remember anything in front of the hotel last night? No. Only thing Tonto see was big box and porch. Yes, yes, I know. I belong to a casket salesman who was... He's not there now. Tonto take it away this morning. Well, that couldn't be... Yes, it could. Here's silver. Me not savvy. Either do I, Tonto. There's a chance that the cameo kid left Placer Gulf in a coffin. They've got to find the wagon that's carrying it. Come on, silver. Get him on the count. I'm not sad of the wagon so far. He must be almost to the top of the pass. Ah, faster, silver. Get him on the count. Hello, boys. Where are you two heading? And in Creek. What's the matter with you? Ain't you heard about the new strike? Sure, I heard about it, but I got to deliver this to box over to Somerset. Dad, blasted. I sure like to be going with you, boys. Why not? Ain't nothing in that box but an empty coffin, is it? No, that's all. You could make more pan and gold than you're making hauling boxes. Why don't you come with us? Well, I sure like to, but how can I? I got to take this box. Seems to me, Hank, you might have a little accident with that box. It might slip off your wagon and go over the edge of the trail here. Then you'd be free to come with us and pan some gold. Sure. Who cares about an empty box? Accidents happen all the time. Nobody's to blame. Well, still I ought to buy a juniper. You're right. I'm going to do it. Wait a minute. I'll help you. Yeah. Now, just put down that end gate and we can slide it over the air. Here we go. Yeah, wait a minute. Somebody coming. Oh, why should we wait? Look at that box, Paul. Mash it. Oh, go on. Let it go. Yeah. I told you not to let it fall. They ain't taking any orders from a masked out who. Hey, here comes a posse. Here comes another, boys. This kid's a friend of mine. I'm afraid both of us arrived too late, Sheriff. What do you mean? To catch the cameo kid alive. The cameo kid wasn't here, Sheriff. I just had a little accident, that's all. That empty coffin I was hauling just slipped off the wagon. Now I can head for Indian Creek in the new gold strike. Is that why you did it? Well, I... That law was killed with a lie he created himself. You over there. You're the man I saw planting gold in Indian Creek yesterday. What do you mean? I didn't have Frank Barlow. Yes, you did. Somebody had to help the kid get out of jail. But it's you. Listen, no mask out. No mask out. Who's going to accuse me of it? I'm sure he's your man, Sheriff. Then you get back to Placer Galt searching for part of the gold that the cameo kid stole in this territory. I said I wasn't going to... Hold him, hold him, boys. Get him, man. Hold him, if I can figure this out. Where is the cameo kid? He's dead, Sheriff. At the bottom of that canyon. I don't know why he stays to fake gold rush. Maybe his partner can tell you. She'll have plenty of time to think it over. He'll have the time, all right. In jail. Good. Ready to go? Huh? Let's go, Sheriff. Come on, Silver. Get him out of the house. Just tell me one thing, Sheriff. Who is he? What's his name? The Lone Ranger. Are you too, then? What you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.