 This horseful mask rider 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 spilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. Was leader of an outlaw gang that terrorized the settlers throughout the southwest territory. Snakey wasn't content to have his gang commit a robbery and then ride away. In one way or another he added a touch of ruthlessness to every crime. For instance the gang held up a stagecoach to take whose balance. Come on. Yes, boss. And don't waste time doing it. Sure. Sure. Just have you get the passengers lined up while Peter and I get the cash in that box. Let us not waste too much time, Snakey. We have the gold we came up to there in the box. We'll take that gold and everything you've found you the passengers have. Everyone turn their horses loose and set fire to the stage. I get busy man. Hold up. Hold up. Pedro, you and the others line them up and take your wallets and guns. Let us go. Let us go. When you get through with them, they'll take their belts and boots and throw them into the street. They sure aren't going to be able to follow us for quite a while. The Sunday services and the meeting house in Dry Rock. The voices of pride. I understand that men all leave their guns at the door when they come in for Sunday meetings, Snakey. Yeah. That's a break for us. Just keep your seats and get out your cash and value best. Pedro, you and Red Click with the hand. The rest of us are keepin' covered in case someone over here forgot to leave his gun at the door. Let's go, Pedro. And be sure to grab the collection plate from up there on the platform, Pedro. We don't want to miss anything. This is a place of worship. You men have one spark of patience in you. You will stop this outrage and leave us in peace. If you're preaching for the congregation portion, we don't have to listen to it. I demand that you leave this meeting house at once. I'll look you. You don't stop yet and we'll set fire to the place and there won't be any beaten house left, savvy. Hurry up, Pedro. Red, get a move on. And remember, be sure to grab the collection plate that's up there by the portion. Conversation usually turned into a discussion of Snakey Cook's ruthless deed. Nobody's safe out here anymore with that Snakey Cook and his gang rollin' at large. A small wagon train took everything we're takin'. And while the poor pioneers and their women folk stood by helpless, the outlaws burned the wagon. Yeah, and another time Snakey and his gang robbed everybody in a church meeting. Then set fire to the meeting house before they rode away. Snakey's one of the toughest meanest outlaws by a non-weber full of trigger. And I, for one, am just waitin' for the day I'll meet the hombre who... Lone Ranger and his Indian companion, Tato, rode the trail into the southwest territory near the town of Lime Rock. We hear plenty about outlaw named Snakey Cook, Kimosavi. Yes, he and his gang leave more discussion behind them in the band of hostile Indians. It's because of him that we've come down this way. I'm hoping there's some way to get a line on him and his gang. That not be easy. Yes, I know. We'll camp in the hills near Lime Rock, Tato. And we'll try to figure out some way to bring Snakey Cook into the open. Come on, Tato. Sundown when the Lone Ranger and Tato found a suitable campsite. Later they discussed possible plans for getting a line on Snakey Cook's gang. Smart outlaw. Him always trying good hideout. The only way to catch him and his men is to bring them out of hiding at a given time and place so the law can be ready for them. Ah, but how you do that? Right now, I don't know where to begin. Well, Kimosavi, maybe if me go to town now, you find something out. All right. While you're going, I'll ride to the hills and look around. I'll see you later here, Kim. Adios. Adios. The two of his men in the shack in the foothills a few miles away were another member of the gang after them. What brings you here from Vegas? Hi, Snakey. Hi, Pedro. Hi, I'm Eagle. Sit down and answer my question. Snakey, I was following a couple of hombres who are out to get you in the gang. Yeah. Well, you ought to know a lot of hombres are out to get us, but none of them have, or ever will. He's right. Some of the best lawmen in the territory have tried to run us down. But they've never got any place. Maybe. But you see, the ones I'm talking about aren't exactly lawmen. What do you mean they aren't exactly lawmen? What I mean is they help the law, but they're not sheriffs or anything like that. Right. It sounds local to me. Yeah, me too. Hey, look, you see, you followed those two hombres all the way from Vegas? Yep, I sure did. Where are they now? That's what I come to tell you. They're camping in the hills between here and Lomrock. What makes you think they're hunting for us? Hey, listen, Snakey, you didn't leave me in Vegas to spy for nothing. I have ways of finding out things. And one of the things I learned is that the Masked Man and Indian are out to get you and the rest of us. Masked Man and Indian? Yeah. Haven't you ever heard of the Lone Ranger? What? The Lone Ranger? You mean that's who he is? That's right. The Lone Ranger and his Indian pals. I have heard that Masked Man is one hombre who never gives up. He's someone to worry about. Yeah, you see, you know where they're camping. Yeah, just about. And you ought to do something about them before they really go into action against us. That's good advice, Johnny. Advice. I'm gonna follow that Pedro, uh, get the other three men, huh? Oh, see? What are we gonna do, Snakey? Well, have Johnny lead us to the place where those two hombres are camping out. Then we'll ease up on them and surprise them before they know what it's all about. Let's get a horse, sir. I've turned off the main trail to their camping site. Just ahead of those bulldozers is where the Masked Man and the Indian turned off. I figure they went back into the holler near the creek to make camp. Yeah, that would be the logical thing to do. We'll stop here. Oh, hey, oh, hey. Now, listen closely. We'll ride in part of the way easy leg. Then we'll just mod and go the rest of the way on foot. We'll surround their camp, then move in quiet like so as not to wake them up till I'm ready to wake them, savvy. Yeah. Our scout hitched nearby was alert. Suddenly he raised his head and sniffed the air. His keen nostrils caught strange scents and his sharp ears heard subdued sounds that meant danger. Pouring the ground, the big pain horse gave warning. Tato awoke and sat up, watching, listening. The silvery moonlight brightened the clearing. Tato's keen hearing detected the snapping of a twig back among the trees. Somebody sneaking to camp. He waited, still in the sitting position. Then reached out and took one of his guns from his gun belt which lay beside him. He'd be ready. Then Tato saw a shadow move from one tree to another. He looked around and saw other shadows move among the trees. He realized he was surrounded and decided any quick move on his part would bring a bolt. They got just around it, didn't they? Drop your gun and don't move. Uh, me drop gun. Uh, get up, walk to the center of the clearing. There's your gun again, sir. You can't make a break through your horse. Tato slowly got up and walked to the center of the clearing. He sat down near some stones they had gathered to put around the campfire which had gone out. Then, snaking, and his men moved in. They can't pull any tricks now, they need to. They got you just like a sitting duck. Why you come here? First, tell me, where's that mass friend of yours? Him not here. Yeah, we can see that. I understand you and the mass man came here hunting snaky cook. Well, I'm snaky, Savvy. We've come hunting you, Albreed. Yeah, we got you. I brought six men with me. Too bad their friend of yours isn't here to greet us. Then we'd be able to put bullets in bullies. You gonna plug the red skin, snaky? Not now. We'll take him along to the hideout. Snaky talked Tato's fat fingering pebbles on the ground. Knowing he was now unarmed, no one paid attention as he unsuspectingly arranged a few of the small stones in such a way as to tell the lone ranger and Indian symbols that he'd been captured by snaky and his gang. Now, red skin does not seem very smart to me. Look at him sitting there fumbling with those stones as they're melting off in there. There's something they'll have to do before long. Let me put a bullet in the Indian right now. No, no, wait. I don't see any reason for waiting, snaky. That'll settle with the Indian, and then we get them out of mine later. Don't be local. When he finds out the Indian's mission, you'll be on guard. Why don't you want to kill the Indian, snaky? I have a good reason. What reason? We'll hold on to this Indian. Use him as bait. As long as the lone ranger knows his friend is alive, you try to find him. Get him away from us. That'll give us a chance to riddle a masked man with bullets. Then we'll kill the Indian and have them both out of our way for good. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few. Tonto immediately. Snaky cooks that he had a reason for waiting, saying that use Tonto as bait to bring the masked man to his death. The crook Johnny at first didn't agree with Snaky. Hold on a minute, Snaky. That masked man is working with the law. He'll train us and come to our camp with a posse. Let's stop worrying. Just leave it to me. He can't bring the law the way I'll fix it. How do you figure it, Snaky? Now, listen. First, I have a new hideout in mind. An old farm finder. We'll cover our tracks going to it by riding most of the way in the creek. Then I'll get worked back here to the masked man that if he wants to see his Indian friend alive, we'll rock on the river trail and to come along. How are you going to get worked back here to him? Anyway, he might think we already did away with the Indian. I've heard a lot about this Indian in the Lone Ranger. I also heard about their horses. What about their horses? They're well trained. That's what... We'll make the Indians sign a note that we'll fasten it to the Indians' paint horse and turn them loose. The horse will head back here to this camp watching the trails and see them. That's right. That's not so smart, Snaky. The masked man can backtrack on the paint and find a new hideout. If he backtracks the paint, he isn't going to find the new hideout, Johnny. But he will ride straight to his death. You don't make sense. Where do you hear all my plan? When we get to Triangle Rock, we'll turn the paint loose, then cover our tracks. Tracking will only bring the masked man to Triangle Rock where we want him to come. I see. When he reaches there, a couple of us can ambush him. Then we'll finish off the Indians. That's the idea. Well, let's get back to our horses. One of you lead the Indian on the paint, huh? Let's go. Pull to a stop. He's not here, but he's blankets on the ground. Something must have happened. The Lone Ranger glanced around, then studied the ground. He saw the footprints of at least half a dozen men. Then he saw the pebbles tied to it so carefully arranged. They formed the Indian symbol which meant trouble or disaster and the side of a serpent or snake. After a moment, the masked man understood the cryptic message. Snake has him. The Great Horse Silver sensed that something was wrong. He pawed the ground. Yeah, Silver, you'll find out of him, Scout. When we do, we'll see to it that the sneaky cook and his gunslingers are brought to justice. A bit of time has to share to get a pot together. We come back here and pick up the trail. Have you seen a big fella? Hold still there! Then stopped in the shadows behind the Sheriff's Office. Who do you think he's headed out? Moving crossway to avoid being noticed. He waited until he could slip into the Sheriff's Office. Masked umbra. What's the meaning of this? It's all right, Sheriff. My guns are hosted. I came here to tell you the sneaky cook is... The sneaky cook? You're one of his men. No, you're mistaken. Stay right where you are, mister. I've got your cover. Forget the mask. I'm not an outlaw. Only outlaws wear him, as I know of. Sure about that? Well, outside of one ombre I've heard about. Would that ombre carry bullets like this one? That looks like a Silver bullet. It is. Say, what's the name of your horse? Silver. By his thunder. Are you the lone ranger? That's right. Sorry to draw you like that, but seeing that mask... I understand. Sheriff, my friend Toto has been captured by sneaky cook and his men. Sneaky cook? Great day. Do you think that you can find the hideout? Yes, if you'll help me. We'll go back to our camp where they captured Toto. Then we'll go on from there. And I'll get a posse together right away, mister. And I'll tell him about the mask so that they'll know who you are. All right, that's very sure. There's no time to lose. Oh, sneaky. Call the hole over there. Oh, sneaky. Principal, I'll just grab a paper. I had my seven ways. I'll print a note. If you can write your name, you shall be savvy. Me savvy? Me right? Good. This flat rock will do as a table. Write the note. Several minutes, sneaky cook printed on the piece of paper. Then satisfied with the result, we handed the pencil to Toto. Here, write your name at the bottom. Go ahead. Take your letter. It have name on it now. It looks like a lot of local whites to me. All those redskins use funny-looking signs. That's what you call writing in the Indian language. It's all right, then. I'll pass it to your voice is settled. What's it saying? Wait a minute. You want to see your Indian friend alive come to Triangle Rock two miles up the main trail. He is signing this note. Come along, sneaky cook. There's something else on here, Sheriff. That's steady, boy, steady. What is it? Have you go to Triangle Rock as a trip? Wait a minute, wait a minute. This is what Toto wrote as his signature. That's the funniest way to write Toto I ever saw. He fooled into thinking that indicates his Indian name. What Toto actually did was to write several Indian symbols. He knew I'd know what they mean. Well, what do they mean? It says hide out old farmhouse up creek five miles. I know where that is. And let's go. I suggest you send a deputy and a few men to Triangle Rock. I think they'll find a couple of outlaws waiting to ambush me. They can circle around and approach from the up trail side. All right. You few men go and grab anyone you find at Triangle Rock. But be careful. Right, we'll get them. Did the big fella home ready? Take that point and circle around until they were well past the place where the crooks were waiting to ambush the lone rangers. Then the sheriff's men headed back along the trail with the intention of taking the crooks by surprise. When we get near the rock, we leave the trail and move in on them in the semi circle. Maybe Snakey is there with his whole gang. Nope. According to the note the masked man got from the Indian, Snakey and some of those men are waiting at that farmhouse hideout with the Indian. The reckoning figure as soon as they hear the masked man has been shot, they'll kill the Indian. Hey, look, there's Triangle Rock ahead. Move, move, move, move. Now men, let's separate. Two of us go to the left and two to the right and we'll move in toward the rock from each side. I think that's the best plan. Hey, they've seen us. No time for sneaking up on them now. Come on. Get out there. Riding fast, the sheriff's men headed toward the big rock. Firing as they went. They soon realized there were only two crooks hiding there. One of them was wounded. The other managed to get away. Well, we got one of them. The other will head for the hideout to warn Snakey. Tram, you stay here and take care of this crook. The rest of you follow me. Come on, get out there. Well, Snakey crooks sat with Pedro and Johnny in the main room. Tato tied hand and foot, lay on a bunk against the wall. It seems to me it's past time that masked man reached triangle rock and got what was coming to him. Yeah, there's been time enough for that and for Red and Joe to get back here with his horse guns and masks to prove they got him. Them never get horse, guns and masks, a blown rain. Oh, shut up you. You've seen the last of that masked man. Soon you'll wind up like he did with a bullet in your hide. Somebody coming. Hey, Red, you get him? No. Oh, they got Joe. I got away. Oh, the masked man didn't pay me attention to the note, eh? It was when he cares about his Indian friend. Say, Johnny, call the others in here from the back room. We'll plug this Indian and then we'll get away from here, Prado. We'll get the others. Why are we leaving, Snakey? You fool. It was when Joe got the trail ready. Hey, I've never thought of that. I have to do the thinking for all of you. All right. Now you'll see me put a bullet in that Indian. Edward, get our horses and leave. This is your finished red skin. Oh, I'm stuck. Hey, they're stuck. I didn't do the window. Don't fight your way out. Not me. We better give up and save our skins. Here's my guy. Here's my. He cook on the floor with a leg wound. Me clad, you get here, Kimosabi. We hope you read message or note. Message, where? You're not smart enough, Cook. That so-called signature told me where to find this place. I'm not good. We go now, Kimosabi. Sheriff have plenty men. Then take gang to town. Yes, they want to take over now. Come on, Toto. Adios, Sheriff. Adios, mister. Hey, how's that, Sheriff? Well, it keeps Crooks from knowing who he really is. I doubt that anyone's seen his face unless maybe the Indian has. But mask or no mask, he's one mighty smart hombre. And snaky Cook was a fool for thinking that he could ever get the best of the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger Incorporated. Created by George W. Trendall. Produced by Trendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. Directed by Charles D. Livingston. And edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is...