 Hey, if I invite you to join us for the thrilling adventures of the Lone Ranger! A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver! The Lone Ranger! With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, for daring and resourceful mass greiter 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! Come on, Silver! Let's go, people! Then, Frank Rice, professor of astronomy, adjusted a powerful telescope on the summit of a hill. The men on leave from an eastern university were seeking a sight for an observatory. Professor Marsh said, We'll make a final check on the haze that rides from the gorge between here and Mount Messiah. Are you focusing on that old cabin on the side of Messiah? Yes. The old man who lives there has visitors. That's unusual. It's the first time we've seen anyone in this area except the old man. Yes, two horses are staring at... Frank, when the man has a gun, he shot the old man, shot him. Now the two are dragging the old man in the cabin. Here, you watch and describe the men when they come out. I'll have my notebook ready to write down what you say. While Professor Rice kept his eye to the telescope, his associate looked at his watch, noted the time in a notebook, then wrote the dictated description of the two gunmen. Now one of the men is opening a box, taking out papers, unfolding them. Oh, going too fast for you? No, no, I'm getting it. Wait, Bosco, smoke's coming from a window. They've set fire to the cabin. Were the old men still inside? Yes. Frank, someone's coming. What? There. Look, a mask man! I'm an Indian. Don't be alarmed, Bosco. Don't come home from that. Yes, don't you just... We're unarmed. You're nothing to fear, we're friends. But that mask... It serves a purpose, but it's not the purpose of an outlaw. We saw your telescope from the valley and came here because we're interested. Who are you? I'm Professor Rice, and my colleague's name is Marsh. Bosco Marsh. He too is a professor of astronomy. You were viewing something through the telescope. You seemed excited. We saw two of them. You must have seen smoke inside of Mount Messiah. The cabin there is on fire. That must be Jeremiah Colby's cabin. It's the only cabin on the mountain. Do you mind if I look through your telescope? No, oh, go ahead. They're ahead of Colby. He's none of the hormone of Mount Messiah. Do you see the cabin? Yes. Flames are beginning to break to the roof. Do you see the murderers? Murderers? What murderers? Two men who shot the hermit. I don't see anyone. I saw them shoot the old man. They dug him inside. There's Frank is Professor Rice. So the same men come out with a small box. They open it and look at papers. Then I saw smoke coming from a window. That's when you arrived. You and the Indian. You mean Hermit in front burning cabin? He must be. The cabin will burn to the ground long before we can reach it, so we're helpless. Yes, that's how we felt when the murder was committed. Even if we had guns, we couldn't have helped the poor old man. The old gun would shoot that far. I thought, oh, you watched the cabin through the telescope. Ah, huh? Can you professors describe the gunman? Oh, yes, yes indeed, dear. We've made notes. Here they are. We've been trained to make accurate observations. Thank you. Professor Marsh and I have often witnessed and reported the destruction of stars and planets in outer space. These descriptions should help bring the gunman to justice. Are you really interested in seeing criminals brought to justice? Yes, Mr. Trasco. Someday you may learn that I'm on the side of the law. Thanks. It's your duty to report what you saw the sheriff in that bill. I agree. Well, here you'll notice the sheriff will want them. We'll start packing our gear at once. What are you and the Indian going to do? We'll go right to the cabin and try to find the gunman's trail. But there's an impassable gorge between this hill and Mount Bessar. The Indians won't show us the secret way across the gorge. He must have passed on him. He must not have. Why would he call another cabin on hands and knees? Looked like he hurt bad. But he's alive. Uh-uh. No, him far enough. So play or not reach him. Well, there's a reason for us to go there in a hurry. Will you men remain there, Redville? We'll camp south of town just inside a big ward. Good. We'll be around as long as there's any chance that we might help in the capture and punishment of those gunmen. Then we may meet again. Come on, tunnel. Easy, sir. Easy, tunnel. Hard to an isolated place where they crossed the gorge on a natural bridge made by a peculiar rock formation then hurried up the side of Mount Messiah. Easy, sir. They grew rain and dismounted near the old hermit who lay placed down on the ground a short distance in front of the smoking ruins of his cabin. He's dead. They know how he lived long enough to crawl out of the cabin. And what we do? You wrap the body in a blanket and take it into the sheriff and Redville tunnel. I'll follow the tracks with the men who shot the hermit. I'll meet you in the professor's camp south of town. Easy, sir. Big fella. Call him, sir. It was after dark that evening one or two astronomers entered the sheriff's office in Redville. The man seated in the sheriff's chair said, Good evening, gentlemen. Good evening. Are you the sheriff? No. The sheriff and his deputy had to take some prisoners to the state pan. You're being empty. The sheriff left me in charge of the office. Oh, then you're not a real lawman. And I'm real enough to take him plant. I'm a special deputy, likewise a liar. How about a meager, man? I'm Mr. Mead, we're astronomers. I'm Frank Rice. And this is Roscoe Marsh. Glad to know you, gentlemen. What's wrong? We want to report a crime. Yeah, go ahead. I'll take your report and refer it to the sheriff. Without mentioning the lone ranger and talker, Professor Rice told of the work he and his associate were doing and reported what they had seen through the telescope. Then Professor Marsh handed over his notes. Hamilton Mead grabbed them. Then he said, If what you gentlemen say is true, you'd better catch the next train east. But why? You're in danger. And you're not armed. We don't own guns. All the more reason for you to leave here. Those gentlemen will surely try to kill the witnesses to their crime. They can't possibly know we saw them. We'll stay and testify against them. Well, you wouldn't be allowed to testify regarding anything seen through a telescope or binoculars. It isn't admissible, as evidence here. A stupid ruling. Gentlemen, you've done all you can by giving me a description of the cooks. I advise you to go back east. No, Mr Mead. We'll hold ourselves available. Please tell the sheriff we'll be camping the woods south of town. He'll find us there and where he needs us. Very well. You've been warned. Yes. Come on, Roscoe. For a short time after the professor's left, the man at the sheriff's desk sat farming at the paper bearing the description of the cooks. Then he crumpled it and struck a match. He set fire to the paper and watched it burn in an ashtray. Then crushed the ashes. A few minutes later, Hamilton Mead heard a rap on the door. He crossed the room, opened the door, and saw an Indian lifting a heavy blanket wrap figure from the back of a paint horse. What goes on? He brings dead man. We carry him inside. A dead man, huh? Him, Jeremiah, called me. Now hold on. Let's see. Corn is business. And if this Mr Sheriff, the old man, Merget. Worth it. Him shot. Put him on that car. Did you kill him? No. He not know who killed him. He find him outside burn cabin. So that's your story, huh? Well, I think you killed him. Why, you think you're covered? Put your hands up. But you don't retrieve them. You not regular sheriff. Nevertheless, I'm arresting you. Just stand still while I take your gun. No, you can't. You lay with lightning speed, toggle grasp the wrist of the special deputy, and turn the gun. If you don't take it now, you shoot yourself. I'll kill you. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. We'll continue while Mr. Mead, special deputy, and toggle a struggle for progression of the gun. Two men enter the office. Here, rest here, boys. Help me. Help me with your gun, right? Give him for a few minutes. Thanks, boys. Close the door. What happened here? He was dead on the cabin. Yes, it is, Hoke. It's the body of Jeremiah Coby. What? That can't be. I'll take a look. Holy, not shot, Coby. And burn him up inside a shack, just as you told him. This is the vermin all right, Hoke? The Indians found him dead outside his shack. That means we'll have to call his death a murder instead of an accident. Why were you in the red-skinned fight? We was trying to arrest him for the murder. Someone's got to hang for it. We'll take his gun and drag him into the cell before he regains consciousness. Right. Give me a hand, Coby. I hope you too could steal the old man's bonds and arrange himself his death with a black an action. Can we leave his red skin here on the floor of the cell? Yeah. Give me his gun. All right. Yeah, thank you. We'll just share every time. I'll charge the Indian with Coby's murder. Good. Shouldn't be hard to frame an Indian for murder. Hoke and I'll swear we saw him do it. Did you get Coby's bonds? Yeah. There's $10,000 left. Yeah. He took them out of the old man's tin box here. Here they are. Coby's name's on them. An ink. I'll take that off with chemicals. And you're putting them in your pocket. You two will get you a share after I've cashed them. Are we better? We will. You have another job to do. Yeah. What's that? Get rid of the two men who saw you kill Coby. No one saw us. We made sure there was no one near his shack on Mount Messiah. A couple of astronomers saw you through a telescope on Bald Hill. What? They gave me written descriptions of you both. I burned the descriptions. But that won't keep them from telling the sheriff what they saw when he returned. What does he do back in town? He may be in on tonight's train. We gotta work fast. I tried to scare those witnesses out of town, but they didn't scare. So now it's up to you. Where are they? They're camped in the woods south of town. We'll go and shoot them. Not near town. We don't want any more bodies around. What's your suggestion, Ham? Capture them. Take them into the mountains and drop them down an old mine shaft. They don't have guns, so you shouldn't have trouble with them. Now get going. Later that evening, the two scientists were seated beside their campfire in the woods. As Professor Marsh leaned forward to stir the blazing wood, the killers appeared. Are you still there? Right your hand. Why are you... You're the men who shot the hermit. Oh, you do recognize her. I know you anywhere. What are you going to do? Are you going to shoot us? All you have to do is we tell you. And watch your horses. You're going for a ride to the mountains. Up those guns, eh? Hey, man! Up to my pen! I'll get them! He was stuck in the arm by the low rangers bullet, poorly fired wildly as he staggered and fell. And that instant, Hulk, who had dropped his gun, leaped behind the two astronomers, then disappeared beyond brushwood, bordering the camp. He's escaping! You're my line of fire. Move right here! Too late, he's out of sight. It's dark in the woods. Here, take the wooded man's gun. Leap, we have one of the murderers. Murderers? The man who came here, the one who killed the hermit. You'll get the other later. You take up his gun, it's right there. Yes, yes. I have it. You better keep close watch while I examine this cook's arm. The man who escaped might have another gun in return. I'll watch for him. My shoulder's killing me. It's not that bad. Lie still while I cut away your sleeves. Yes, I did. A medical supply. How did you happen to come here? I followed the killer's tracks from the hermit's cabin until it became too dark to see the trail. Easy, easy. All right. And I came directly here without going through town. I was near enough to see your fire. I saw the man holding guns on you. I left silver a little distant away and moved in. Oh, oh. There. How'd it been here? No, but I'm mighty glad you came. I'm sure those cooks meant to murder us. Why? They knew we witnessed their crimes. How did they know it? How did they know where to find you and rice? I have no idea. You tell me, killer. Were you to call me a killer? You're nothing but a mascot. I'm not a cook. Well, I'm not talking. We don't know when we witnessed the murder. The substitute sheriff. Substitute sheriff? Yes. The sheriff was out of town and a special deputy named Hamilton Meade was taking his place. Did Meade send you here? I'm no squealer. I'm not talking. Very well. I'll find out for myself. Yes, sir. Your gentleman has better tie this cook's hand behind his back and bring him to the sheriff's office. I'll be there waiting for you. Did you set a big thought? In the sheriff's office, Hamilton Meade sat at the desk, glancing from time to time through the door of steel bars into the cell where the Indian prisoner paced back and forth. The coroner had removed the body of the hermit, and now Meade waited, hoping Polly and Hulk would report a mere assignment before the sheriff returned. The door was opened suddenly. What do you call it, Meade? Married. Keep your hands on top of the desk. Put down that gun. Not until you're disarmed. Kimitami! Meade, you have a lot to explain. Raise your hands to shoulder level and stand up slowly. I'll take that gun. I'll have to be safe from the floor in the corner than in your pocket. You must be a henchman of the Indian murder. Murder? Kimitami! Yes? Let me bring body of hermit here. Meade, say, me kill a lot. Him say, me under arrest. Me fight. Then two men come in, knock me out. Two men up. Then same ones described by astronomer. I suspect that you were working with the killer's Meade. I don't know if story confirms it. Indeed. Yes, where are the keys to the cell door? Sign them for yourself. Very well. You must start by looking in your pockets. Stand still and keep your hands high. Reaching into Meade's coat pocket to search for the key to the cell. The masked man drew out a packet of folded documents. A quick glance showed him the name written on the top one. Jeremiah Colby. Is this the motive for murdering the old man? Yep. For yourself, mister. I'm not answering questions. Meade's confidence returned when he saw Hulk appear at the open door behind the masked man's back. Tuttle also saw the killer and cried. He was coming behind us! The warning came too late. Charging from the door, Hulk leaped on the masked man's back, reached over his shoulders, grabbed his gun hand, and pulled it overhead. Meade closed in to drive a smashing blow to the lone ranger's chin. But at that moment, the masked man flexed his knee. Then forward, had him put his hand against me. Both outlawed fell to the floor, and as they tried to untangle, the lone ranger drew both guns and said, I will have it out! No way! Don't shoot! Then stand close to the cell and keep your hands up. You too, Meade. Yes, here's your backpack. That's the way. Unlock the door. Where did you shoot him in the back? I lost my gun the last time I met him. The last time? The astronomers can't. He wounded Poli. I just managed to escape. It was a long time getting out of the woods. Open that door, Meade. Now you're free, Tuttle. My guns, here and there. Me too. You too. Go into the cell and bring food. There was a lot to do, Tuttle. No, wait! We have another prisoner. His name's Poli. Sure. Yep. They got off the train. I met the professors with Poli as a prisoner. They told me the situation and said you were here. Good. Get into the cell, Poli. Here's the key, Sheriff. How do I lock him in? Sheriff, I took some bombs from Meade's pocket. They're on your desk. Jeremiah Colby's name is on them. They're the motive for the murder. I had no hand in the murder. You planted Meade the whole thing? It's your idea. Poli and I didn't even know Colby had all those Civil War bombs. Poli's already made a statement, Meade. You're in as deep as the others. Sheriff, you've no further need of Tuttle and Meade. That's right. Now the law will take charge. You've done your part and I might be obliged to you. Come, Tuttle. Let me see all of you again. Goodbye. Goodbye. The Sheriff, that masked man and his friend have earned a substantial reward. He wouldn't accept one, Professor. I know that for a fact because I know who the masked man is. I knew as soon as you told me about him that he's the Lone Ranger. Oh, sir! The Lone Ranger, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, is produced by Trenzel Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of the Lone Ranger is...