 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a clod of dust, and a hearty, high-o silver, the Lone Ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tuttle, the daring and resourceful masked writer 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. 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! The Lone Ranger and his Indian companion, Tuttle, had ridden southward for several days. They were on the trail outside of Stockton on the fourth day as the sun began to set. Almost sunset, Tuttle. We'll have to find a suitable campsite for the night. We come long way trailing Sid Carey and his gang in the hubby. Yes, I know. Sooner or later we'll catch up to them, I hope. Carey's a menace to the territory. I won't give up until he's turned over to the law. You think he'll know we, Conner? I don't know. Sid Carey's a very clever crook, Tuttle. You've had only two in gang now, seem like. Yes, the trail they've left proves that. Some of his gang were taken when the sheriff of Peck goes closed in on them a month ago. But even with only two, Carey has caused a great deal of trouble. That's right. You know what Carey looked like? He must have been... No, Tuttle, I don't. What's more, I don't know anyone who could identify him. He's a very clever man, as I said before. There's a good place to camp over to the left. Let's head for it. We'll tell them. That night, after supper, the lone ranger disguised himself as a cowpoke. Then he and Tuttle rode to town and entered the Stockton Cafe. They saw a vacant table at the rear and headed for it. They were just about to be seated when a nice-looking man dressed as a rancher approached. The place is fairly crowded, Tuttle. That's right. We're lucky we get a table. I'll pick your partner. I guess you all got here ahead of me. I was trying to beat you to this table, but the crowd got him away, so to. There's an extra chair if you want to join us, mister. Don't mind if I do, sir. I had a hard day of riding, so I don't feel much like standing. Then you don't live near Stockton? That's right. I don't, mister. Come from way down yonder near the San Anton. That's quite a distance from here. That's exactly right, mister. It sure is. The country down that way, though, mighty nice. By the way, you can call me Tex if you like. All right, Tex. What might I call you, sir? Well, it doesn't matter if you call me Smith. Smith, eh? Easy name to recollect, anyhow. Yes, it is. You from around here, Smith? I'm staying outside of town. I don't know how long I'll be there. Sort of got itchy feet, eh? Lots of you cow folks are like that. Never satisfied in one place, seems like. Yes, I guess that's right. Isn't it kind of strange for you to be hanging out with an Indian? Well, not that I don't think he's all right, you understand? He's my friend and a good one. We've been friends a long time. Well, I hope I didn't offend you. I was just being curious, that's all. Can I buy you each some refreshments? We're going to have coffee. You have what you want, Tex. Well, now that's fair enough. Hey, waiter, give my friends here some coffee. As for me, I reckon I'll have a little bit of a drink. And hurry it up. Sure will, mister. Have it for you in a jiffy. You know, Smith, it's nice to meet up with folks so friendly like. Some folks out there's here where too ready to be downright unfriendly at times. I suppose you do run into people like that now, then? Yeah, if you sure do. I'm a peaceful sort of hombre myself, except, of course, when I get sort of riled up. When that happens, folks just better leave me alone. At least you know your shortcomings, Tex. Well, everybody's got his faults, I reckon. There you are. Thanks, waiter. There you are. Keep the change. Well, thanks, mister. Thanks a lot. You're quite generous with your tips, Tex. Well, easy come, easy go. Money's mighty handy when you need it, but I don't even let it stick to my hands and get in the way. That's one way to look at it. Perhaps the best way of one wants to be happy and carefree. Well, I've met a good many out here in the West who put money before everything else. They'll do most anything to get it. Don't you meet people like that, Tex? Well, I know I do, more often than I like, Smith. But then I reckon we can't expect everybody to have easy go and dispositions like we have. That's right. See, you know, I kind of like you, Smith. You're the type of hombre who can get along right well with anybody, seems like. Thanks, Tex. I can see why you took a fancy to the Indian, too. I declare he's the first Indian I've come across that can smile without looking up at my scalp. Oh, me, not scalp people. Me busy, keep on scalp. You listen to that, will you? Even as a sense of humor. Tunnel, you're all right, boss. I'm concerned. Thanks. Well, Smith, I hope we meet again sometime. The ride-enjoyable sit-in talking to y'all. We've enjoyed your company, Tex. Yeah, I reckon I'll be mosing along now. Good luck to you, Smith. Adios. Adios, thanks. Adios. My Spanish, I mean. He's very friendly, Taro. All right, let's get back to camp. Uh-huh. There must be Tex riding away. Uh-huh. He can ride out of town to South. Oh, I notice. I took it for granted that anyone riding through from so far away is San Antonio. He'll be stopping at the local hotel for the night. Insane. Have a hard day, right? Yes, I know. Oh, here are the horses. Big float. Yeah. A short time later, the man known as Tex reigned to a halt and dismounted in front of a cabin in the foothills to the south. Oh, there, boy. Oh, whoa. Say, Instructon, find out anything about the army you spoke about before you left. Yeah, boys, when Sid Kerry sets out to do a thing, he does it. You ought to know there by now. Yeah, that's right. Walt, you and Mark should have been with me tonight. Wow, what happened? What did you do, Sid? I not only spotted the arm-raise I suspected was trailing this, but I sat at the same table with them and treated them to coffee. What? We became real friendly like two. Well, I'll be done, gone. You sure are a card, Sid. It's a wonder they didn't get wise to you. Oh, they were friendly as all get-out. Fact is, I got to like them right well just from talking to them. Now, wait a minute, Sid. You're going to be friendly with those two. Where does that leave us? Oh, don't you worry, none, Walt. I know that masked man had turned on me in a minute. If he found out I was Sid Kerry, the outlaw they'd been trailing. What? You mean he was masked there in the cafe? Nope, he's plenty smart. He was disguised. Looked like a real cowpoke. But you see, I was wise enough to watch for that Indian. He was along. It's dangerous fooling with those two, Sid. Well, I sort of like matching wits with him. Mr. Smith is right entertaining and friendly when he isn't being a lawman. But if you get to like him, no telling what you'd do if they started closing in on us. Look, Mark. The fact that I can act friendly when I want it was the reason we've been able to pull so many jobs. Like when I became friends with that bank in New Mexico. You remember? Yeah. It was your bullet that plugged him when we robbed his bank. Yeah, yeah, I remember that. I was a mourner at the burial while the posse was out hunting the gang. No one suspects the friendly, easy-going texts of being Sid Kerry, the outlaw. No, don't worry none about that masked man in Indian. When the time comes, I'll take care of him. Meantime, the lone ranger and Tonto had arrived at their camp in the hills to the north of Stockton. As they rolled up in their blankets for the night, Tonto spoke. Tech seem happy sort of fella, Kimus Abi. Yes. I noticed something you seem to have missed, Tonto. What that? He called you by name. Though he hadn't heard either one of us mention it. Not right. Do not think of it at time. I'd like to know him better, Tonto. It struck me that he made friends too easily. You think him have reason, maybe? Could be. Well, we get some sleep now. In the morning, we'll see if we can find out more about texts. The following morning, the lone ranger, though still wearing his disguise, put on his mask. Then he and Tonto left camp and set out along the trail toward town. I'll leave you at the edge of town, Tonto. You can go in and get some supplies and come back to the camp and wait. What you do, Kimus Abi? I'll bypass the town and try to pick up the trail left by Tech's last night. Curious to know where he went. You wonder too. I'll join you at the camp as soon as I find out. May turn out that he's what he says he is. But as long as I'm suspicious of him, I won't be satisfied until I know. Well, me get supplies, then wait at camp. Good enough. I won't tell you. Get him up the town. Leaving Tonto at the edge of town, the lone ranger circled around Stockton until he reached the south trail beyond the town. He picked up Tech's tracks and followed them for some distance. As he rounded a bend in the trail in the foothills, he pulled to a sudden halt when a bullet whined close to his head. What's wrong? Back here behind this boulder. I've got you covered, Nashman. There's another hombre waiting behind another boulder just ahead. You better reach and be quick. The lone ranger realized that he was a perfect target for either man, so he decided to play safe and raise his hands. All right, I'm reaching. Oh, will you? One move, Mr. and I'll plug you. What's more, my friend has still got you covered from that boulder in front of you. What do you want? Since you came up here snooping, I decided you better find out all there is for you to know. Hey, Mark, come on out here. Oh, oh, there. We sure got him dead to rights, Walt. What are we going to do now? Plug him? No, not yet. Sid will want to talk to him, I reckon. Are you the man who will sit and carry him? That's right, we are. And we know you've been trailing us, too. Are you going to come along peacefully like? We have to give you a bit of lead to make you do as we want. I might as well go along and meet Kerry if that's what you want. Drop your guns to the ground and don't try anything or one of us will plug you. You can't draw against us with both in front and one behind you. Now drop them. Once more, the lone ranger hesitated. For a moment he was tempted to fight his way out of the situation, then deciding against it, he unholstered his guns and dropped them to the ground. Watch him close, Mark, while I get those guns. All right, mister. Get going straight ahead along that narrow trail. You're going to meet Sid Kerry. You'll be mighty sorry you did. Come on. 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. While following the trail left by the man he knew as Tex, the lone ranger was trapped by Walt and Mark, the two outlaws who were with Sid Kerry. After disarming the lone ranger, the outlaws took him to the cabin where Sid Kerry was hiding out. Come on, you. They brought a friend of yours, Sid. I didn't count on this pleasure so soon. So you caught the mask man, huh? So you're Sid Kerry. I reckon I am, mister. That voice is familiar. Suppose I just take off that mask and have a look at your face. That is fine. Mr. Smith. Well, what do you know? I guess you didn't connect the friendly Tex with Sid Kerry, did you, mister? As a matter of fact, I did. That's why I trailed you. Hmm, he's smarter than I thought. Maybe I know. Good thing Tonneau didn't come along. Both of you would have been too much for Walt and Mark to handle at once. Here's your mask. You want to keep it as a souvenir. So that's what it looks like. No, it isn't, Walt. He's got himself fixed up to fool folks when he goes without the mask. You can put it on again if you feel more natural with it on, Smith. Or I should say, mister lone ranger. Thanks. Now that you've got me here, what do you intend to do? Well, we can have a nice friendly visit like we had last night at the cafe. Nothing like old friends getting together often, I say. You can drop that friend business, Kerry. That suits me fine. Time up, boys, while I hold my gun on him. Before we leave here, we'll put a bullet in him. But that can wait. I'd sort of like to have him around to talk to now, then. Now get busy. While Sid held a gun, Walt and Mark tied the lone ranger securely and placed him on one of the bunks. The lone ranger's own guns had been left on a table in the middle of the cabin. Then the three outlaws sat down to plan a job. Sit down, boys. What have you got in your mind, Sid? I found out the stage comes in this morning just before noon, carrying some gold for the bank. We'll get that gold. Gonna finish off the masked man before we start out? I was going to, but I've changed my mind. It comes to me that we might be able to get some cash for that lone ranger. The law won't pay any ransom, Sid. I know that. But I know an outlaw whose gang got broke up by the masked man. That outlaw give plenty to get his hands on the lone ranger so as he can trade him for horses to the Apaches. They'll give him a working over and torture him before they do away with him. It can be fixed as we can be there to watch, too. What about the Indian? He might come hunting the masked man. I'll figure he won't miss him too late in the day. We don't have to worry about him. And we'll gag that masked man before we leave just in case anyone comes within calling distance to the cabin. Help me put a gag on him, Walt. Yeah, we'll go hold up the stage. The lone ranger lay on the bunk and waited until the three outlaws had left. They had used cords to secure his ankles and to tie his wrists behind his back. Also, he noticed they had locked the door from the outside as they went out. He managed to sit up, then stand. He saw his guns on the table and knew that silver was outside. Still bound and gagged, the lone ranger hopped to the window. Outside the cabin, silver had been tied to a tree around to the side. The great stallion was ever on the alert and continually looked one way and the other as he waited for his master to return. Yet silver, because of his long association and training with the lone ranger, sensed that something was wrong. He had seen the others leave the cabin and he looked expectantly at the building hoping to see the lone ranger. Suddenly, he stared at the window. His ears pointed forward as he saw his master inside. For a moment, silver stood still. Then he saw the masked man nodding his head beckoning. The intelligent horse saw the white cloth that covered his master's mouth and knew that something was decidedly wrong. Silver reared and plunged in an effort to break the reins that held him to the tree. Finally, the bridle broke loose and silver was free. With a whinny of triumph, he trotted over to the window. For a moment, he reached in through the window and nuzzled the lone ranger's shoulder. Then as the masked man hopped away into the center of the cabin, silver whinnied again. Silver had seen his master bound up several times in the past and he knew what he must do. Get to him and help release him. He left the window and trotted around to the door. For a moment, silver stood outside the door. Then, swinging around, he lashed out with his hind feet. Turning his back, the lone ranger raised his bound wrist toward silver's mouth. The great stallion first brushed his lips over the cords, then set to work with his teeth. Gradually, the knots loosened. Until by working his wrists up and down, one of the lone ranger's hands slipped out. He immediately reached up to release the gag from his mouth. Glad to be rid of that gag. Good work, big fella. Now I'll untie the cords on my ankles. That's got it. Once more, the masked rider of the planes was free. He took his guns from the table. All right, come on, fella. Then let silver outside. After retrieving silver's bridle and putting it on him, the lone ranger stood for a moment with his hand resting fondly on silver's neck. First, we'll go for it for Toto. Then, Sid Cary and his men will be in for a surprise. Easy, big fella. Come on, Sid! Riding hard, the lone ranger soon arrived at the camp where Toto was waiting. Oh, oh, easy, Sid, big fella. You're right. How do you fast? Do you find fellow named Tex? Yes, he's really Sid Cary. I'll tell you what happened later. Get Scott and come on. That's where we go. First, we'll ride to the edge of town, and I'll give you a message for the sheriff. Then we'll head along the trail to meet the stage. All right, let's get started. Scout, ready to leave. Good luck, Sid. See you before the meeting, fella. Come on, Sid! Let's count! Reaching the edge of town, the lone ranger waited while Toto rode in and stopped in front of the sheriff's office. Oh, scum, oh, fella. He's a scum. What do you want, Indian? You get posse. Go meet stage. Outlaw's plan. Hold on. How do you know that? How do I know you're telling the truth? A man who sent me, say, give this to sheriff. A bullet. Say, that's a silver bullet. Not right. I know who sent that, all right. I'll get a posse together right away, Indian. You hurry. Outlaw's Sid Kerry and gang. Sid Kerry? Great day. That's one armory I'd like to catch. Hey, Jay! Hey, quick! Get a posse together right away! Sid Kerry and his two men waited along the trail in an arroyo for the stage coach to make an appearance. I wonder how much longer we got to wait. The stage is due most any minute now, Walt. Don't you all be impatient. Hey, look. I see a cloud of dust coming up the trail right now. It must be the stage. Yeah, it must be. Mind your horses, boys. Easy. Yeah, if it's a stage, all right. All right, get your handguns handy. Let's go out shooting. Come on. Get it up. Get it up. This'll be easy. Hey, those shots. Look, coming along the trail behind the stage. Two armories there. Hold on. Don't let them stop us. Hey, Sid. It's a masked man in the Indian. Low ranger, but it can't be. I'm leaving right now. I'm cutting over the prairie. Get up. He too. Get along there. I'd better ride the left and head away from here. Get up. Come on. Get up there. Come on there. Get going. Get up. Come on, Sid. Get away. Upon hearing the famous cry of the masked man, Sid Carey turned and looked back. He saw the lone ranger swerve off the trail in pursuit. And he also saw a group of horsemen closing in on Walt and Mark. Oh, he's gone into a trap somehow. Can't figure how that masked man got loose. I'll throw lead his way. In spite of the bullets fired his way, the lone ranger continued to follow. The magnificent stallion, Silver, never wavered even in the face of the gunfire, and increased his speed as his master urged him on. Come on, big fella. Faster, Silver. Faster. I've got to stop him. I've got to. My gun's empty. Got out. Run him. Get up there. Come on. Get up. Get out. Get away. Get away. Once again, the aqua looked back. His easygoing manner had deserted him. And in its place was a strange worried look as he saw the lone ranger take his lariat in hand and begin to whirl it. He's going to rope me. He's going between himself and the man whom he had left tied in the cabin. But with a lariat whirling over his head, the lone ranger moved closer and closer until finally he threw the rope with a snap. And as the great horse, Silver, dug in with his hind feet and braced himself, the rope settled over Kerry's shoulders and he was dragged from the saddle. Silver, read it out. All right, mister. You've got me. I'll give up. Get up. Hold on. What do you aim to do? I'm not going to use a gun on you as you would me. I'm going to give you the beating you deserve. I'll show you if that's what you want. That's what I want, and this is what you get. I'll fix you for that. Not so good at fixing, are you? Try this. And this. Get to your feet. No, wait. Wait, wait. I had enough. We could have been friends if we'd been willing to talk things over. Friends. You don't know what the word means, except they use it to further your own rotten schemes. Any, boys? Is that it, there? You all right, King of the Sun? Yes, Tutto. We got the other two, mister. Was that all of them? Yes, three all together. What's left of the carry gang? This man here is Sid Kerry. You mean that sorry-looking critter is Sid Kerry, the tough outlaw leader? That's right. Maybe he used to be tough, but it looks like you're softening him up a bit, eh, boys? He and those other two are one of as many places north of here. I'm sure you'll find murder charges against them. The Indian was telling me how friendly Kerry was to you last night in the café. Yes. You might say he's a friendly enemy who loves his intended victims with his easy manner and friendly talk. This time, he slipped up. Look, mister, I don't know how you got loose from that cabin, but... Well, ask my horse. Maybe he'll tell you. Ah, Silver. From the way that stallion's looking, you'd think he really noon was about to tell. Kerry met his mash between that horse and you, my friend. He failed him all week from Pecos. He himself gave us a chance to get him. That's right. Well, maybe we go now, King of the Sun. Met Sheriff. And then take out Lawson. Yeah, we can handle him. Good. All right, let's go tell him. Easy, big fella. Easy, big fella. Adios, Sheriff. Goodbye, mister. Adios, Tex. Oh, shut up. Remember what you told us, Tex, that we can't expect everybody to have easy-going dispositions like we have. But then, that was an hombre named Tex who said that, wasn't it? Not Sid Kerry. Well, I guess you'll never play again. He ain't feeling so friendly right about now. Adios. Be seen again. Kerry, if you really had wanted a friend, you couldn't have picked a better hombre than him. But you made a mistake when you made an enemy of the Lone Ranger. 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. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Bracebeamer.