 While a horse with a speed of light, a car of dust and a hotty, high old silver, the lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion cuddle, a daring and resourceful mastwriter of the plains read the fight for law and order in the early western United States. Nowhere in the pages of history can one find a greater campaign of justice. We're returning with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. Some out of the past have been wondering who speaks of the Great War to her. The lone ranger dies again. For a month, the lone ranger and cuddle had tried in vain to capture the elusive outlaw Billy B. Hung. Fleeing from Mudok City after an attempt to free two other crooks, known as Fort Faith and Big Nose, Billy B. Hung had headed toward the fall in the war country in Wyoming territory, but soon managed to cover his trail. The sixth week of the manhunt found the masked man and Indian camped on the Wind River. At a nearby stage station, cuddle had picked up some fairly recent copies of the Mudok City Sentinel, which the lone ranger read with interest. Scanning the first page of one newspaper, he chuckled. How do I think that Uncle Hummer's plot is safe now? As much as Billy B. Hung may want to kill him. He's recovered from his bloat wounds. We'll marry our old friend, Noh Hang, in a few days. Noh Hang, take good care of him. Ooh, this is strange. What you see? In the middle of some lost in town, called a Madrid, found one link. Well, L.R. got in touch with me. He found Marshall Jim Fraser. Didn't know he was a loser. Maybe L.R. knew. I'm sure it does. What do you mean by link? Marshall Jim made clever use of the word. Well, it really is. It was implied that he'd found an initial cuff link. I take it to me that he's found a link between Billy B. Hung with some person of talent who he hadn't suspected of being a member of the gang. What do we do, Kinna Sabich? Great camp life out of the horses. We're going back to Lodox City. It will happen later when Uncle Hummer's niece, Sandy Powers, helped Noh Hang for the final fitting of her wedding dress. The bulky landlady with things. It means this is mighty pretty caught, but it don't make me look a much smaller. Noh Hang, you look stunning. Yeah, I know. It's almost knocked me out to see myself in this ear-looking dress. Now I see me see who it is. Four feet on my house, boy. It isn't, it's Uncle Hummer's. Noh Hang, is that really you? It sure is, but I see it like a covered wagon. For that perfect cover here. I know what'll become of it after we're hit. I give it to the Army for a simply tent. That night, Marshall Zing's razor was summoned to the back door of the Lodox City Jail by a knock-knock. Consciously opening a peephole, he looked out. Who is it? You see. Howdy, mister. Howdy, channel. Howdy. I thought I recognized you, but I wanted to hear your voice after once-missaking Billy be hung for you. We're glad to be with you again, Marshall. I reckon you saw my hand in the paper. Yes, we did. You came to tell us who it's possible. Billy be hung escaped us again, but I gather that you've learned something that may lead to his capture. I sure have. When I took horse-face and big nose to the territorial prison the warden told me they'd served a stretch there once before. Billy be hung was in prison at the same time. So was another fellow, Red Jack Mason, who now runs the gambling casino right here in Lodox City. I see. I've been checking up on Red Jack, and I found evidence that he's been helping Billy be hung right along. I figure that out who will come back to him for more help. That's possible. Are you watching Red Jack at his place? Well, I can while taking care of other duties. And I found out that he's been buying some mighty peculiar stuff at different stores here in another town. Well, peculiar in what way? Well, he says he's going hunting. And his purchases add up to three linen dust coats, three pairs of blue spectacles, and three Henry rifles. No one who knows the rest of it buys a Henry rifle for honey when shots and wind gestures are available. I never hand one, but I know there's 16 shot repeaters. You can be fired as fast as you move the trigger guards back and forth. And what in tarnish are they good for? Killing men at close quarters. And Red Jack is up to something. But how do the dusters and blue spectacles figure in this? Well, they can be used as disguises. I'll bet my bottom-dumber that Billy will be hung to pick up two new partners, and Red Jack is going to outskip them from murder and robbery. Well, if not that's the case. Red Jack should be kept under constant surveillance. Otherwise, it'll take tails watching his casino day or night. You'll be doing me a big favor. But where will you stay? With, uh, Lawrence permission to use his tables. Lady that night, a low-ringer, untaught to find Lawrence Hank alone in the hotel kitchen. After congratulating her on her approaching marriage, the masked man told her how she could help him and his Indian friends. Her response was infractic. Why, sure you may use the stable, and I'll provide you with bidders. Well, but there is a drawback. To me and my loggers keep their nags there. I don't want to be seen. Any talk of the presence of the masked man in town might put Red Jack on the alert. Well, if you're careful, you'll be able to keep our sight. The loggers don't go to the stable often because my houseboy looks after their horses. Thank you, maw, Hank. One of us will be closed at hand if you need help. I'm sure they'll do that. Now, I'll start to watch on Red Jack's place. Probably you better get some sleep. Wait, Connor. There's a big padlock on the stable door. Here's the key. What do we do about horses chemophobic? Put them on the stable. The loggers been seen by a number of people here and would be recognized. Well, adios, Mrs. Henry. Here we, Mrs. Paz, come find us. I owe you. As the wounded juror and taut host just got his maw, Hank's kitchen. Red Jack's mission led three roughly dressed, beautiful men into the casino cellar. One of the trio was Billy Behan. He was seen. He just got in between, Red Jack. He fell as with me and Wind River Charlie and his brother Jake. Yeah, howdy. I hid out with him himself. Yeah, this is where you'll have to hide now. Billy, I don't like this business. One of these days you'll get me mixed up in something I'll swing for. God and me, I've been out boxing the lawman right along. What about the last man and engine who were on your scale? Ha, ha! I gave them the dodge on Wind River. God, regular steel up there. Good. Now, you get the stuff you said you wanted and you let it. Just do it. Take your chosen Henry rifle. What do you figure not doing? Well, Jake here used to work on the railroad. He says that the Moodoch City Bank has around $75,000 shifted from Denver the last day of each month in order to meet the mine payrolls. The money will be on the plane and posed in here eight o'clock Friday night. It shipped in a Wells Fargo stone box. It's too tough to be tracked without using up a lot of getaway time and too heavy to be carried off without a wagon. Then how are you going to pull it, Jack? They'll have to take it out of the express company box and put it in the bank box on board. Well, as soon as they get the box they'll need to be able to hold up the bank. That's a smart play, Billy. But when do I get out of it? Quarter cut. Same as I promised you when you helped me before. Friday night, huh? It's tomorrow night. Hey, fellas, you couldn't have picked up better time for the job. Oh, yeah. It's when Mar-Hank and that little easterner of Homer Potts are going to get married. The whole town's fixing the bill. And Marshall's going to be the best man. That's right. Here he is. With all that shooting, yelling and bell ringing going on, nobody will notice it if we have to cut loose with those Henry Rivals, Jack. Just one more thing and the setup would be perfect. I'd like to have that pop cell in the bank. You just forget him. We're not for money, nothing else. Have you got some of the horses lined up for us? Yeah, but it won't be hard for you to pick all you need just before the hold up. We can't risk stealing horses off in the street. You won't have to do that. The table back at the Henry House is always full of good riding stuff. Likely there won't be anybody around on the wedding night. We're all set. You fellas, bed down. And don't show yourselves until it's time to act. Right, sir. While the offloads settle down to wait, Uncle Homer and J.C. Holcomb, the banker, conferred in the office of the Henry House. Louisville Easterner, who had gone wild and woolly only to be tamed by the mighty landlady, was asking, How many people live in this town, J.C.? Around 2,000. And I want to withdraw 2,000 family dollars. Oh, may I inquire? We're 200 times that much. Certainly, certainly, Mr. Post. Is this dream transaction? This has been a mighty wonderful year for me. And I aim to give everyone who celebrates the wedding one of this year's dollars for keeping. I see. Well, I haven't anything like that number of new dollars on hand. But I don't know why Denver and have them shipped out with the Mayan payrolls which arrive here at 8 o'clock Friday night. Excellent. I mean, swell. Yes, yes. You're a patron himself, an appointment which he could observe at the door of Red Jack's Casino. It was anywhere that Billy B. Harman, two Wings River bandits, had entered the place only a few minutes before. Releasing at his post throughout the night, he neither found nor heard anything suspicious. As they broke, he probably leaves him and he's looked back to the hotel's table for some much-needed rent. It was a day of hectic activity in the Henry House. Small Hank was everywhere, doing everything but acting like a conventional bride-to-be. Toward 7 o'clock that evening, Cindy caught up with her for a moment. Oh, my God! I didn't know... Oh, so late when they say it's going to be the biggest celebration the town ever had. Only 10 days in the store is going to close down for three hours. Oh, my God! A half hour later, with Twilight giving way to a moonless night, total entered the hotel's table. Finding a lone ranger prepared to take another turn at the watching Red Jack's place. Very much. No need for a hurricane or something. Casino closed. Looks like everything closed for wedding. There's Red Jack. Him leaves, joined crowd going to courthouse. Nobody used back door all day. Maybe Marshall Jim wronged about him. As the last man in India continued their talk, they would be harmony and the outlaw brothers from Wind River crawled out of the killer window at the casino. Each war believed just to close in the duster, to use which he hugged one of the murderous rifles that were forerunners of a modern submachine gun. Stealing along an alley, they were soon behind the Henry House. There they parted as seven days. She's got her on the table while Charlie and I watch the hotel. The coast is clear, saddle four horses and bring them out. We'll meet next one. Maybe the table's bad luck. Use your rifle barrel to pry off a half. I get going. What's going on in front of the hotel? That's the wedding party coming out. I'm sure dead. The masked fella's in the table. He may get jakes, but we'll get him. Come on. The curtain falls on the first act of our lone ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scene, please permit it to pause for just a few moments. We'll continue. Warned of the lone ranger's presence by Mawhang's flip of the tongue, Billy Bihung and Wings River Charlie cautiously advanced on the hotel's table. Meanwhile, the third outlaw gate was inside the shed saddling horses. There wouldn't be one of the hotel guests. The lone ranger and toddler concealed themselves. Then the shaft of moonlight had penetrated the small openings in the siding. Before the other man wore blue spectacles and a doctor, the last man had to tell his arm. He may be wearing one of red decks on set. Tim got saddles on four horses. Tim, please. We've got two horses. One is Mawhang's pudding foot. What do we do? We'll wait till we take the other tune for him. Red deck wore three spectacles and a doctor on set. So there must be three in the game. We want them all. You right, James. We'll wait until the backstall will have a silver count. You know, we can reach the rear stalls from their printed concealment. The lone ranger and toddler have passed through the moonlight, which poured in through the still open door. As they did so, there may be hungry wings over Charlie who had reached the stable while Jake was bringing out a second pair of horses. Saw them. Charlie threw up his Henry rifle. I'll handle this. Wearing the mask, man and Indians threw their guns. But before they could shoot the stable door, it slammed shut. The heavy padlock fell off. They locked in. One of those men was Billy B. Hung. I knew his voice. How we get out? Our test is starting for looser rotten boards while you saddle the horses. We get them ready in front of. A few minutes later, a total finish battling Silver and Scout. Billy B. Hung and his confederates rode away from the stable. There's a lot, Lord. Strange that they waited so long. Come, Silver. The horse is ready. Do you find way out? No, not yet. What's wrong, Silver? Him smell smoke. Look back there. We see fire through crack and wall. The outlaw's pile is sure against the fatty instead of the fire. That's our stable burning. Look. Sighting and catch fire. Then he's the horses. I'll try some more boards. In the meantime, the wedding party had reached the courtroom of Judge Finneas Todd. Commonly known as Rope from the severity of his sentences. All right, Hank. I've been in this here bench for nine under 20 years. I never married anyone. It's again my principle. I got a right kind heart. But seeing as how the person's gone, I hereby send you to live together till you're dead, dead, dead. Marshall, take him away. Come on, Ola. Instantly, the courthouse square became a bedlam with war books and rebel yells, mingling with a class of skinware, ringing of carbells and war of guns. No one paid any attention to it, or to the red-winged rule behind the Henry House. The bomb fires were breaking everywhere. Uncle Homer looked out of a courtroom window and shouted to his client, All right, better go to the bank for that money. In here, let's get out of the best way and tear the fire to come to the hotel. Inside the school sales table, the wound range are untaught to a tight-necked chiefs over their mouths and noses after filtering the claws and water from their canteens. As the flames came headway, the Indians found it increasingly difficult to control Calvin Silver, randomly trained on the horse's word. I assumed you'd get to loose. Better me let horses loose. Maybe then kick down tidings. Wait, I think I found something that will help. Yes, this is it. Quick, double my night and tie the ends to my saddle horn. Let me do that. What you're doing? A warp piece of tidings and the space between it and the studding that I can pass the rope through and make a hitch. You got ends tied. Fastened the rest of the rope. Yeah. Maybe Silver, he can still get out of here. There. I made a hitch around the studding. I'll be close up to you. Taking the great stallion's reins, the masked man led him back until the double's rope was taught. Who's here? Who hollied it was? The mighty horse threw his weight against the rope and lung. The people like Moose, that's the link in the southwest, have been flimsy reconstructed. Age and climate had made the hand-forged nails and spikes so brittle that they snapped. The bottom of the studding to which the variant was attached started to give way. The masked man shouted the cuddle. Use a barrel of your life. Use a barrel of your life. Use a barrel of your life. Use a barrel of your life. Use a barrel of your life. Sylv偶 continue to strain the Indian uses rifle barrels to loosen additional pieces of fighting and studding. The dry pine lumber bloated little before it splintered and broke. The joists that have been supported by the UI4 fell, bringing down enough of the upright tying board to create an opening as large as the door. And hot-air in the stable sport out of the hole, it stuck milhões from the burning wall on the other side. Silver's maine were thin, then the loney-ranger cut the rope and leaked into a saddle. I used petticoats a seam the cattler had already mounted. He killed his great stallion and called, Follow me! Long be at rest! The following post behind the last man urged to reach the hole in the tiding and headed for Main Street, no longer concerned over keeping his presence a secret. Halfway to the courthouse, they encountered a long parade of noisy merry-makers who were bound for the Henry House with Marshall's gym in the lead. The lone ranger and puddle pulled up, signaling for the marching to halt the procession. Hey, up there! Hey, what? What's wrong, mister? Billy B. Hunter is back. The hotel's table is burning. Get the fire wagon, some of you! You and horse and guns meet me here! We'll patrol the streets and raid Red Jack too! Uncle Homer may be in danger. Where is he, Marshall? He and Ma went to the bank. Why is it open tonight? This is the night when the mind-pair roads come in. To the bank, Tuttle! Meanwhile, Ma Hank and Uncle Homer had reached the bank in time to watch the Wells Fargo Express agents deliver the money jets. Using a key which he kept in the bank, J. C. Holcomb opened one of the locks while the agents opened a second lock on the reinforced box with a key which they retained for purposes of security, obtaining a receipt, the expressmen left. Banker Holcomb listed the lid of the strongbox. Yeah. There's the silver money you wanted, Mr. Potts. You just let me take those bags, Homer. They're mighty heavy and, well, you're not all over your wounds. Oh, now look here, boy! Open your hands, all of you! Get up! Get up! There's just no warning! Opening fire with his murderous Henry repeater, J. C. raised the wall above Banker Holcomb's head. The banker was shouting, Don't shoot him! Take the money! I'll be high if we don't! You're a billy behind! Well, if it is, you pop! This makes it perfect. Take what's at the door. Charlie, grab the money. I've got something else to attend to. This box is just full of green bags. As Wind River Charlie puts a gunny sack from under his duster, Billy B. Hong advanced on Oklahoma, his rifle level. You're hard to kill, you runt. But I'd like to see you live with a 16 slugs I'm going to pump into your carcass bag. Oh, no, you don't! Stepping in front of her diminutive husband, Maw Hank gave him a complete shelter of her massive form. Get away from him or I'll kill you, too. If you shoot her, it's a mess. My hand will see that you pay. He won't see anything again. Him and the agent burned in the hotel stable. Now take it! As Billy B. Hong's finger tightened on his rifle tricker, Jake yells from the front door. The engine's out front. You dropped guns. Let's get out of the back way. Grab that money, Charlie. Yeah. That's your rifle. What? The masked man covered it from the back door. Whirling, Billy B. Hong tried to bring his heavy rifle to bear on the armed man behind him. With a sweep of one mighty arm, Maw Hank got the repeater from the outlaw's grasp. Before he could recover from her attack, Uncle Homer snatched up the fallen rifle and both Tata and the Moon Ranger were well inside the bank. Jake was shopping. Oh, excuse me. I've got my rifle. Here, Charlie. Get your hands off. Sure, sure. How'd you come to get out of that safe? Never mind that. Stand still. I'll pick up those other two livers before they try on the streets. They may be carrying revolvers under their dusters. Search them, Tata. As Maw Hank moved to pick up the repeaters with Jake and Wind River Charlie had left fall, she placed herself between Billy B. Hong and both the Moon Ranger and Tata. The masked man saw the danger and called the warning. Back to his part. The newly married landlady threatened, but before she could take a step, Billy B. Hong was behind her, discussing a stick shooter from under his dust coat. He shoved a muzzle against her back. We're going out of here, masked man. If you want this woman to live, don't try to stop her. Hold your flyer, Cuddle. Uncle Homer, who had been lucid in his tracks by surprise, saw himself behind the outlaws as they started to move toward the door. Pick up your rifles, boys, and get mine, too. Reminded that he still held Billy B. Hong's rifle, Uncle Homer brought it to his shoulder and aimed at Jake. Stop, you poor cats! Don't touch those rifles! Tell them, Homer, don't you mind me? The little man pulled the trigger, but the cart which missed fire, unfamiliar with the repeating mechanism of a Henry rifle, Uncle Homer fumbled with the trigger. Jake was yelling, Shoot him, Billy! The outlaw leader snapped a shot at the bides' room of a half hour. The bullet cut a flower from Uncle Homer's lapel, then there was another shot. Stop! Billy B. Hong spun, dropping his revolver. The rifle went off! I shot him! With maw hank out of danger, the wounded Ranger and Tata closed with the Wind River outlaws, but not managed to retrieve their rifles. The fight was furious but brief. Tata was abused Jake with an Indian wrestling hold, while the masked man who were knocked out punched to the jaw of Wind River Charlie. Charlie reeled back into the arms of maw hank, uniquely deposited him in the money chest and butted her hand. Mr. Hugh and your friend and Homer got the hold of an outfit this time. Say, did you see how Homer grills Billy B. Hong? Yes, I saw him. I reckon I don't have to explain. No, Uncle Homer. You're a very fortunate man in many ways. Billy B. Hong not dead. Bullet-only gray skull. We've got to rush, Jack. What happened here? Mr. and Mrs. Potts and the banker can explain. Here's a prisoner for you. How do I have another? Him, yours, Marshall. Oh, Marshall. Damn this. That didn't happen, Marshall. You weren't hurting your besties, always. Homer and I have had a wonderful time right here. You know that you're stable-burned. We've puttin' foot in it. No, Mrs. Potts. The Oslo is still puttin' foot before trying to burn Tata and me. You'll find him outside with the other horses they chose. Well, then it don't matter. Billy B. Hong is coming, too. I'll get you for sleeping me. I'll get that masked man, too. You'll sure have to wait a long time. Even if you haven't murdered anyone, you'll get a life sentence from Judge Finneas Potts. Mrs. Potts, I hope that you and Uncle Homer enjoy many happy years together. Why? Thank you, mister. Say, who are you in here? Yes. I don't know. I need it elsewhere. I don't know where to find him. Uncle Homer, did you actually shoot Billy B? Yes, but it was an accident. The cartridge and the barrel of that Henry rifle wouldn't explode. The second time I tried it, I got so excited I pulled on the trigger guard before I pulled on the trigger. And I'll be there with a bit different shooting. Uncle Homer, you reloaded the rifle when you pulled on the trigger guard. That's how a Henry repeater works. Well, don't you ever tell Ma I didn't know that. He thinks I'm a hero like the Mask Man. This is Potts, sir. I met the Mask Man once at your hotel if you didn't tell me anything about him. Who is he anyhow? Every banker ought to know who protects him from the worst cooks in the west. Oh, I'll tell you. He is the long ranger. I'll tell you. This is a feature of The Lone Ranger Incorporated created by George W. Kendall, produced by Kendall Campbell Enterprises, directed by Charles D. Livingston and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of The Lone Ranger