 A fiery horse with a speed of light, the cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, the With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the daring and resourceful masked rider of the planes 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. Return 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. While king cities slept, two men their faces hidden by black bandanas were busy at the rear door of the town bank. They carried saddlebags heavily laden with stolen gold from the vault to the backs of their waiting horses. Suddenly one of them sensed something. He froze momentarily in the doorway and spoke to his partner in sharp hushed tones. Hey Bullen, quick. What is tree? They're taller than we're coming over this way. Yeah, I see them. Suppose he sees us? They must see no horses. What do we do? Just keep calm, go unloading that gold. All right Bullen. They've got my old bull whip with me. It'll take care of him if he starts anything. I'll just go over here. The tall man spied by Bullen Trigg was the lone ranger who with Tonto, his faithful Indian companion had just ridden into town. Noticing the activity at the rear of the bank, he left Tonto and the horses while he crossed the street to investigate. Drop that and stand where you are. All right, Mr. I'm dropping it. You're mad, aren't you? That doesn't mean I'm on your side of the law. Take off your guns and drop them to the ground. All right. Yeah, I'll take them off. Don't stall, you and I. Oh, good work. You wrap that whip of yours tight around his wrist and made him drop his 45s. Bull whip, huh? I'm gonna drill this meddler before he gets us out of here. No, for that gun, bud. Oh, boy, just slap my gun aside. Thanks for that. You know, it'll happen to me if I get mixed up in a killer, but I just thought... That's how they'll wake up the whole town. Hey look, men are coming from the cafe. Grab the golden bamboo. As the sheriff and the townsman poured from the cafe across the street, they saw two horsemen speed away. Unable to follow without horses, they rushed over to where the lone ranger just managed to free himself from the coils with a heavy whip and was reaching for his gun. Hold it! Leave them guns right where they are. He's masked. Yeah. Are you on shoe, mister? Never mind me. Get horses. Get after those two men. They've got gold from the bank. Grab the bank, huh? Hold it, boys. We'll get a posse after those critters and do time. But first, we'll take this one in. Sheriff, you're losing valuable time. Now get away. My fellow, you won't get away. Take that mask off and let's see what you look like. I had no partner, Robbery. They will hold you as a material witness. Now take that mask off and be quick about it. You want it off? You take it off. All right, I can do that, too. Adam Scouts. Adam Scouts. Look out the horses. Adam Scouts. Adam Scouts. The sheriff and townsmen fell back as tonneau charged in with scout and silver. The horses reared and plunged, bumping men off their feet, knocking them aside and creating a general confusion to avoid the threat of striking hoops. The lone ranger snatched up his guns and dropped them into their holsters. Get to his holster. The sheriff raised his pistol, but the masked man struck his wrist with a heavy handle of the bullhitch. All right. I'll hold you for a minute. Get him. Stop him. Shoot that masked critter and get the left gun, too. It was some time later, realizing they were now safe from pursuit, the lone ranger and tonneau reigned up in a deserted spot suitable for a camp. We have close call, Kimusabi. Yes, tonneau. Steady big fella right where you are. Only those bandits hadn't attracted the attention of the sheriff and his men with that gunfire. Big fella's whip cost plenty trouble. Yes, he certainly took me by surprise. Him know how to handle whip. Tonneau, it may be a lead. What do you mean? Very few men carry whips as weapons. That's right. Long time ago I had a friend who was an expert with one. Oh, we not know that. This friend of mine could pick a single leaf off a tree or take a cigarette from between a man's lips. Oh, that take much practice. Yes, that's right, tonneau. The man I was telling you about was so good with the whip that he could wrap it around the man's waist and capture him on the run just as effectively as with a lariat. Oh. The way he handled a bull whip, it looked as if it were a very simple operation. Not simple. Yes, I know it. My friend gave me a whip and showed me how to use it. I was surprised to learn how hard it is to use one effectively. It takes hours and hours of practice. You finally learned? Yes, I did. I learned a few things about it. Let me see. The point I was about to make is simply this. There aren't many people who would choose a bull whip as a weapon. That's right. Tonneau, do you have that bull whip handy? Ah, it right here. I wonder if I can still handle one of these. Ah, here. You try. Thanks, Tonneau. It's too dark here to try to pick off leaves. I'm going to see if I can hit that twig over there. Oh. You never can tell when knowledge gained early in life will come in handy. Ah, that's right. Well, here goes. That good shot, Kimosabe. That cut twig off. Yeah. I guess we better get back to work. We get it for you. Perhaps if we showed the whip to the sheriff would help identify the man who robbed the bank. Oh, sheriff fellow. I have plenty quick temper. Yes. It makes it difficult. Him think we robbers. I'll have to change his mind. You be careful, Kimosabe. He may be calmed down a bit by the time I get back to King City. Um, me hope so. Tonneau, you may camp here. I'll go alone. Ah. Come on, silly. The quick tempered sheriff of King City was sitting alone in his office when the masked man returned. The deputies were asleep in an adjoining room. What was that? Don't be alarmed, Sheriff. What? Why, you ornery sneak and pull, cat. You've got a lot of gall stride into my office this way after what you've done. Easy, Sheriff. Easy. Do not get me off guard this time. Oh, show easy me. Why, golly, I'll drill daylight for you. It's the last thing I do. Don't draw. You're first and drawn out, Hooper. Sheriff, I don't like to pull a gun on the law. But your temper makes talking difficult. You want to talk, eh? Yeah, that's right. It's funny time tonight to be neighborly. It's what in Tarnation you up to anyway. Put your gun on the desk, and I'll host her mine. And we can talk. Yeah, you got the drop on me. Guess there's nothing else I can do. There. That's better. Now I can... Hoster, be quick with what you have to say. I'm in no mood for monkey shines. Sheriff, I didn't rob the bank tonight. You didn't, eh? No. But I have some evidence that may help solve the robbery. Evidence? What do you mean? Speak up. My friend and I happened along when the bank was being robbed. We tried to stop the bandits, but one of them disarmed me with this bull whip. Bull whip? Yes, that's right. Here, look it over. Why, you ornery owl hoot, you think you're playing me for a fool? There's only one man ever used a bull whip like that, and it helped to make him notorious. That's Bull Calhoun. One of the meanest critters ever hit these parts. And he must be your man. Bull Calhoun's been in territorial prison for three months, and he'll be there for ten more years. Bull Calhoun. I've had enough of your shenanigans. I'm calling my deputies. We'll fix you. I wouldn't do that. Oh, you wouldn't, eh? Sam, Bert, come here quick. I need your help. This gun's been on the desk too long. Hold on. That's why you shot my gun right off the desk. I'm sorry, we can't do business. Hey, you, wait a minute, wait. You just can't walk out on the law that way. Sam, Bert, where are you? What's going on, sir? Here, what happened? What's your whole promotion? That mass critter. Mass critter? Him again? Don't stand there, you idiots. After him. All right, sir. I won't rest until I hang that budget from the highest tree in town. Come on, Bert. There he is. That's him outside. Excuse me, welcome that white horse. Well, stop him. What do you got guns for? Come on, Silver, come on. Shoot him! The Lone Ranger's visit to the King City Sheriff was not in vain. He knew the owner of the bull whip. He also knew that the owner was supposed to be in territorial prison. Though the hour was late, the Lone Ranger rode straight for the home of the prison warden. Oh, Silver, who I thought. Right there, big fella. Yes, what is it? Are you the warden? Yes, I'm... Why, you're masked. I don't be alarmed. But you can't... Warden, warden, I'm a friend. Let me in. My friends don't wear masks. But I'm here on a matter of vital importance to you and the prison. Prison? Now will you let me in? Very well. You'll probably come in anyway. Thanks, warden. I still don't like the idea of a masked man calling at my home at this hour of the night. Warden, you can sit down and listen to what I have to say or you can be difficult like the Sheriff at King City. You mean you'll call on him like this? Yes, that's right. So wonder he didn't lock you up? He tried to. He's a notorious hothead. Well, if you choose to be like him, we won't accomplish anything. Well, get to the point. State your business. Then you'll listen. Yes, I'll listen. Have a chair. Thanks, warden. No, what's this all about? The King City bank was robbed earlier in the evening. But that's no concern of mine. It may be. I don't follow you at all. It was done by two men. One was very clever with a bull whip. A bull whip? That's right. I have it right here. Well, I'll be... Look it over if you care, too. That's a pretty vicious weapon. I'm told there's only one crook in this territory who ever used one of these. Say, you don't mean... I mean Bull Calhoun. Bull Calhoun's been a prisoner here for the past three months. How could he have robbed that bank? Then he hasn't escaped? No. Now, what do you think of this, warden? If Bull Calhoun could bribe his way to freedom long enough to rob a bank, bury his loot, and return to prison, no one would ever suspect him. Why, he'd have a perfect alibi. That's why I came to you. If anything like that's going on in my prison, I'll put a stop to it. I hope you'd feel that way. But how can I be sure it's Calhoun? How can I catch him? I saw the owner of that bull whip tonight. He disarmed me with it. Then all you have to do is identify him. That's not that simple. What do you mean? He couldn't have taken the loot back to prison with him, and I don't think he'd trust his partner with it. That means he must have buried it. That sounds quite possible. If I were to merely identify him, he wouldn't get the money back. Neither would he be able to catch his partner. Furthermore, the King City Sheriff must be convinced that I'm not involved. You see, he suspects me. Who are you? Here, this bullet is silver. I hope it will identify me. A silver bullet? Yes, that's right. Then you must be the lone ranger. Warden, do you think the night guard on Calhoun's cell block might have helped him escape? I wonder. May I help you find out? Yes, obviously you have some sort of plan. What is it? I want to become a prison guard. 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. It was two days after the Lone Ranger dawned the disguise and assumed the role of guard on Bull Calhoun's cell block. During afternoon visiting hours, Trigg Calhoun's henchman paid him a visit. If you get any trace that might as well be it. We sure knew what the Kurdish game was. Probably one to hijack our loot. Trouble is he nearly succeeded. As Calhoun and his partner talked, a tall man dressed as a prison guard stepped to the prison gate where an Indian was waiting. Tato, come over here. I can not know you in that disguise. It must be better than I thought. You have John for me? Yes, yes, Tato. Bull Calhoun's partner is inside on a visit with him now. You know what he looks like. Ah, you know he well. I want you to follow him and watch every move he makes. He'll be leaving in a few minutes. All visitors must be out in five minutes. Yeah, I'll have to leave, Bull. Got any new plans? Yeah. I changed my mind about staying in prison. What do you mean? Trusting the guard to help me get out so I can rob a bank is pretty risky. What do you think somebody's wise to us? Trigg, I'm not sure. There's a new night guard on my sub-bloggy. He seems to know all about the deal with the other guard. You give me to understand that he'd play the same game. Anyway, we'll only need him once. I don't savvy. Well, here's my plan. I'll tell this new guard to rob in the Green Falls Bank tomorrow night. Green Falls? That's what I'm telling him. I'll arrange to have him let me out at the wall gate. Ten o'clock. You'll be there with the horses and equipment just like the other nine. Go on. I'll tell him I'll be back by midnight. But by that time, you and I'll be safe across the border and make sure you kill. How about I go? You're going to dig it up tonight. Lay low tomorrow. It's time to meet me here, you savvy. I get it. Instead of going to East to Green Falls, we'll head straight south of Border City. The bank there isn't easy, Mark, the way we work. Yeah, I know. With a loot from King's City and what we pick up in Border City, that'll be mighty pleasant, Mexico. Ah, boy, I got a hander to you. You're plenty smart. You just keep thinking that tomorrow when you're sitting around with all that gold. It was late that night. The entire cell block was fast asleep except for two men. One was a lone ranger on duty as a guard. The other bull Calhoun waited to talk to the man he knew only as the guard. Yeah? What is it? Move over here to the cell. I want to talk to you. What do you want, bull? You told me a couple of nights ago you knew all about the deal I had with the other guard. Yeah, that's right. I got a little business to take care of in Green Falls tomorrow night. You mean, uh, banking business? Yeah, once you let me out at 10 o'clock so I can meet my partner at Grove on the other side, you'll be paid as usual. I'll take care of everything. Good. Now listen, I'm going to relieve the Green Falls bank of its gold, then bury it with a loot from the other germ. You'll be waiting to let me back in at midnight, huh? Don't worry, bull. I'll be waiting. Ordin' I talked to Calhoun last night. Good. I'll let him out the iron door on the back wall at 10 to night. I see. I'll notify the sheriff at Green Falls to have his men ready. Fine. I'll join you there as soon as possible. After Bull and his par leave the bank, we'll follow them to the spot where they bury their gold. Right. Now see it, Green Falls. Good. There you are, Bull. It's 10 o'clock. You're right on time. You've done well. Now let me out the door. You'll be out in a minute. You'll miss my bull whip. Uh, give anything if I can meet up with a man's comrade that's gutting. You may meet him again. All right. That does it. Yeah. Always a crazy part of mine. That's a signal. He's over in the growl. Remember, been waiting for me at midnight. Don't worry. I'll be waiting. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Tutto, something wrong? Huh? Plenty wrong, Kimusabi. I'll close this door. Huh? Tutto, what is it? I'll meet up with Calhoun's partner, like you say. Last night, him dig up gold. It's with him now. And I've been tricked. He was to rob the Green Falls Bank first. And me, no. Quick, Tutto, help me off of this disguise. And me, help. Silver's wedding. I'll put on my mask and we'll try to pick up their trail. The masked men and Tutto took the regular trail from the prison to Green Falls for two miles. Then they reached a three-way fork in the road. The trail to the left led eastward to Green Falls. The branch to the right led westward to King City. Straight ahead was the road to Border City, a town which lay a few miles to the south and just above the Rio Grande. Not knowing which trail the bandits followed, the two riders reigned up. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Wait. Tutto, this is bad. Huh? Will this mountain have a look at these three trails right there, big fella? Yeah. Better light matches so we can see. Good. Seem to be no fresh prints on the trail to Green Falls. Kimusabi. Yes, what is it, Tutto? Prints of two horses on trail to Border City. A Montato hurry. City of Inkala. And what do you do, Kimusabi? The riding for Border City can mean only one thing. They're heading for Mexico over the goal. That's right. I know a shortcut to the Rio Grande. Right below Border City. One, two, and let's go! The warden of Territorial Prison joined the Green Falls sheriff in his posse. They waited anxiously for bull-calfoon and trigged to put in an appearance at the bank so they could be trailed to the spot where the loop was hidden. That sheriff might as the lone ranger, Tutto, should be pulling in any time now. Warden, according to my way of thinking, they should have been here at least a quarter hour ago. They was following that shortcut from the prison. Well, I'm sure nothing could have gone wrong with the lone ranger on the job. If he really was the lone ranger. I'm sure he was, Sheriff. He gave me a silver bullet to prove it. I hope you're right, Warden. You're taking a mighty tick-disk project in yourself, letting the farmer, like bull-calfoon, walk out of your prison. Sheriff, I realize that. Who's that, Sheriff? It's Jack O'Neil, my lookout man. Jeff, come on. Hey, yes, Jack. I'm right over here. Hey, Jeff. I haven't seen a sign of Calhoun's spotting out in the trail. He ain't, huh? No, sir. Well, ride back out there and keep looking. All right, Sheriff, whatever you say, get up there. Now, Warden, it's beginning to look kind of bad. While the lone ranger and Tutto rode for the border, and the warden and his party pondered the possibility of failure of the masked man's plan, bull-calfoon and trig broke into the bank at Border City. There you are, Trey. I've got the extra horse all loaded. Oh, boy. Bull, that was a smart move. It's a bigger hole than I thought it would. Yeah. Easy, boy. Come on, let's get out of here. Get out. Come on. In the back of Green Falls, a few minutes later... Ho, ho, there! Ho, ho, boy! Sheriff Marsh, message just came through from the sheriff at Border City. What is it? Two men answered in the description of bull-calfoon and trig Hawkins just robbed the bank there, and they're heading straight for the border. Sheriff, you were right. I've been tricked. Warden, you've still got a chance. Am I meant, and I'll help you. All right, sure. Teddy boy, come on, boys. We're heading for the border. Get up there. Meanwhile, the Lone Ranger and Tonto arrived at the Rio Grande, south of Border City. Ho, sir, hold on. Ho, sir, hold on. Hold on. No fresh prints here, Kimosabi. Bull and trig took the main trail through Border City. They couldn't be here yet. We'll stay here on high ground and wait a while. Kimosabi. Yes, Tonto. Two riders over the east. They're my men. Yeah, Sir Angling southeast toward that narrow part in the river. We have to head them off. Come on, silver. Come on, scoundrel. Fastest deeds and skillful horsemanship enabled the masked man and Tonto to gain rapidly on the two riders speeding to the border. As Bull and trig neared the river, trig recognized the sound of hoofbeats coming up from behind. Hey, Bull, look behind you. Quick. What are you yelling about? Come on, silver. Bull, look behind you. What the... What's this man's man a ninja part? Yeah, they're trying to hit us off, Bull. They're getting on us. We've got to stop them before they cut us off. Let them have both done. And shoot while Kimosabi... Oh, Tonto. Keep low until they've wasted their ammunition. We're a difficult target at this speed. Tonto, let me have that bullwhip. Here. I hear what? Kimosabi. Thanks, Tonto. I'm glad I had that practice session. That's right. I think I can handle this one all right. Come on, silver. Faster, big fellow. An old ranger spurred his powerful horse, silver to even greater speed. As he approached the fleeing bandits, he unwrapped the bullwhip and limbered his right arm. In a fleeting minute, he was put a horse's length behind the slune. Uh-uh, you. Get off, horse. Turn the bullwhip you left with me the other night. Get this thing off of me. I can't breathe. Where's the gold? What do you want to know for? I'm returning it to his rightful owners. Hey, look, I'll make a deal with you. Yes? I've got to get across the border. That... Hey, Kimosabi. Many fellas come. Yes, Tonto. I see them. Where's the mask, man? Warden, you got here just in time. Yes. Hey, look, Chef. They got Calhoun as part right here. Then you stopped them just in time. Well, I'll be. Looks like someone besides both Calhoun knows how to use a bullwhip. Warden, Calhoun changed his plans a little. Yes, I was quite concerned. I'll say he changed his plans. You robbed the border city bank instead of ours at Green Falls. Then he's got loot from two banks. That would have been a nice neat sum to haul over the border. By the way, where is the gold? All gold over there on three horses. That's right, Chef. He's got a long saddle bent. Warden, when you return this gold to King City, please give the sheriff there my compliments. Don't worry. I'll tell him the whole story. He'll be happy to see you the next time. Thank you and adios. Well, Warden, it looks like an OU in apology. Your mass friend saved the day. Then you're convinced he is the Lone Ranger? Bye, golly. There ain't another fellow life could do a job like this. He's a Lone Ranger, all right? No doubt about that. The story you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.