 Fiery horse with a speed of light, the cloud of dust, and a hardy high old silver, the Lone Ranger. Transcontinental Railroad was one of the most important steps in the winning of the West. The railroad was of prime importance to the future of the country. But powerful forces, cattlemen, stagecoach lines, and steamship companies opposed it. Outlaw opposition sprang up, and the Lone Ranger was commissioned by the president to lead the fight against the enemies of progress. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoof beats of the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver! There's danger on the trail ahead! Oh, Silver! The cafe in the roaring town called End of Track. Two men were facing each other at a table. Each of them held five cards in his hand. On the table in front of them was a stack of chips. One of the men wore a black coat and a black string tie. His hands were white and thin, and his eyes sharp as flint. The other man was younger. He wore outdoor clothes, and his face and hands were burned brown from the western sun. He was tense. Little muscles danced in the angles of his jaw. The crowd watching was tense, too. Don't do it, Vince. Throw your hand in. I'm playing this hand of the finished jed. Can't quit. I'm in too deep already. But a table... Maybe you ought to hire out as a nurse. The nurse didn't know how to play poker. He had no call to sit down at the table and buy some chips. I ante ten blues, Wallace. Are you seeing her? Have you had enough? I'll meet it. Oh, Vince. Give me a beat, Judd. Kino, leave the young fellow alone, mister. He's got confidence in his hand, and he's playing it. All right, Wallace. How many cards? I'll play these. Well, standing pat, huh? I'll say the same. Dealer takes two. You opened, Wallace. I'll bet this. I raise you. I'll raise back. I raise again. Vince, don't be local. Barton's a professional gambler. You can't buffalo me, Barton. Here's your raising up the same. You're mighty proud of those five cards, aren't you, Wallace? I'm backing them up with cash. Yeah. Looks like you got a month's salary from the railroad on the table. You throwing your cards? Play now, Wallace. I'm still playing. I still raise. I need more chips. I'll buy them. Well, I'm out of cash. This is a cash game, Wallace. Well, I got a set of surveying instruments. How much will you give? Vince, you can't use them. It means your job. I've got a good hand. I'm playing it to the hilt. Barton, here's my set of instruments on the floor. Any railroad engineer will tell you they're worth 500... He cheated. Barton cheated. I saw him just now. He's laid the card off the bottom of the deck. Reach for your guns, Barton. No, you don't! Somebody throw me a card sheet. Blazer, somebody shout at the lambs. Quick, out the back way. Let go of my arm. Who are you? Don't be a fool. Barton's got a dozen men. Let's start shooting blind. This place will be buzzing with both. Davis, I'm right here. Follow along. Sure thing, mister. This way. This way! This way! One wall is quick. Now hold on. Who would turn it? Don't be a mule, dear Jackass, Vince. Keep traveling. Here's your horse ride. My horse was around in front of the cafe at the Hitchin Ray. Well, I brought the horses around. Come on, Vince, hand the saddle. Talk on. I don't savvy this. First, I'm holding a pad hand, then yell at Barton. Barton bought him deck the cart, and then his sombré shoots out the lights. All those your pad hand wasn't any good. Barton's a card-sharp and a cheat and a killer. He was building up to get an excuse to finish you. Why should he? Because you work for the railroad. That's why. Because you're a valuable surveying man. Putting you six feet under would hold up the building to the great central. Now would you? I keep him high. Pretty soon they come out. No time for talk. If you insist on being stubborn, I'll have to put you on your horse myself. Hey! You're in the saddle. We're heading north. We'll see you both of you later. Adios. Adios. We head west. Come on, Vince. Head for home. Reckon, I might as well get up, boy. Get up, the boy. Come on, get up. Jed. Yeah. My brain's spinning like a dog chasing his tail. I'm beginning to savvy. You saved me from a mess. Oh, it wasn't me. I just followed the mask man's orders. Mask man? Are you local? That gent didn't wear a mask. Not tonight. It was disguised. Most of the time he wears a mask, Vince. That gent is the lone ranger. How are you sure are a hand at making coffee? How about another cup? Oh, I don't know, Vince Walters. How about me, ma'am? Gladly, Jed. Here you are. Thank you kindly. Well, hey now, what kind of rowdy dow is this? You'll give Jed Davis more coffee, and you won't even let your own husband have another. I certainly won't. Well, you ought to be ashamed, not having more sense than to get into a card game with a card shop like this bar. Oh, now, Molly. Don't now, Molly, me, Vince Walters. Supposing you to put up your surveying instruments, you'd be out of a job by now. Well, I didn't. Got my instruments right here. Small thanks to you. It was Jed Davis saved him, not you. Not me, Molly. He was a lone ranger. Anyway, it wasn't Vince. What got into him? Oh, I'm awful. Sorry, Molly. I guess it was card fever. Most always you got sense, even when you play cards. Well, I had four jacks. I didn't see how I could be beat. I bet Barton picked up the fourth ace. If it could be proved that ombre cheated, I can't be proved. Turned the table over too fast. Well, anyway, I had my lesson. But now on I stick to my surveying job. Only time I play poker is in a friendly game. Now that's more like Vince. Here. Here's your coffee. Well, thanks. When do you go out surveying again, Vince? Oh, I'll reckon that for a while, Molly. We just came in a couple of days ago, ma'am. I hadn't heard on a row of steak lines where it's way out in a wild country as you know as you chore. Yes, I know. It's lonely country. Lonely ain't the word for it, ma'am. It's way out past end of track, out past the gradient crews and even past the railroad buffalo hunters. When you get that far out, you're all alone with nothing. Nothing except in rattlesnakes and gophers and wolves and antelope. Not to mention engines. Engines? Oh, now, Molly, most always they pay no mind to us. Yeah, yeah, most always. But it only takes one unfriendly red skin to lift your scalp. Oh, yeah. Your mouth here is your blood for an idiot. Burn my tongue. I was just making talk, ma'am. Shug's Vince has been out serving plenty of times. He always comes back. Yeah, but I always will, Molly. Reckon the only place I can get scalp is sitting at a poker table. Yeah, what's that? Hmm, somebody traveling this way. Traveling mighty fast. Wally! Vince Wally! He's shouting my name. Let's see what's up. Vince Wally! Well, that's me, mister. Howdy. What's wrong? What's up, ma'am? My name's Spencer. Work for the Great Central. Got a message for Wally. Whom? Colonel Parkman. He's had a construction. What's he saying? A note. A note. Here you are. Oh, thanks. Kino, mister. Adios! Adios! Adios! Man, open it, Vince. Oh, yeah. It's from the Colonel, all right. There's a signature right at the bottom. Well, I'll be, uh, something wrong. I'll go on just when I was figuring on resting up for a couple of days. Resting up for a... Vince, you don't have to go out again. Got to go at once. Oh, no. It says so right here. I'm going to go out to section 24, out past this again. Oh, and it's got to be resurveyed. Well, there'll be door gone. This where we just come from. Well, Reckon, something's wrong. According to this letter, the lion eyes survey don't match up with the original one. Reckon, there's no help for it, Jed. Sad left the horses. We've got to set out right now. That place up ahead? Yes, that's where Walters lives. You know. Yes. Tunno, what do you think about Barton? Uh, him, he bad. He's a crooked gambler. There are a lot of crooked gamblers in the West. There's something more. Uh, what you mean? I think you know what I mean. Uh, maybe so. You know the outlaws are trying to smash the building of the railroad? Uh, they're my own spur. Everybody know about my own spur. They have money and they have no scruples. An evil combination, Tunno. Railroad beat them. Railroad's got to beat them. That's the building of the railroad. All the way west to San Francisco. Tunno, I think Barton's in the pay of the iron spur. Tunno thinks that too. I think what happened last night was a deliberate attempt to kill Walters. Because he's a valuable railroad man. Plenty good you there, huh? Soon as that trouble started, I shot out the lights. Davis and I got Walters out in time. Tunno here, five men wounded and fight afterwards. It's going to be our job to get Barton where he can't trick his way out of it. He's got to end up behind bars. You think Walters may be helped do that? We'll ask him. Steady silver. Your mask. We friends. An outlaw and an engine. It's all right. Your husband knows us. We were with him last night. Last night where? Where? You must be the lone ranger. Ah, him lone ranger. Meet Tunno. Mr. I'm plumb sorry. Jed Davis and Vince told me all about you. I reckon you want to talk to Vince. Yes, please. Well, you're too late, Mr. him and Jed Davis rode out this morning. What's that? Yes, heading for the line west of the Segundo. To do more surveying? Mm-hmm. I thought your husband and Davis just came back. Why should they go out again so soon? A note from Colonel Parkman. Here, read it yourself. Vincent Walters. Order for resurvey, section 24. Mrs. Walters, you mind if I take this note back to the end of track? What? Tunno will stay here with you. I'll be back very soon. Tunno stay here, Kimosabi. Adios, till later. Come on, Silver. Why, that horse is traveling like a prairie fire. What's it all about, Tunno? Tunno, not savvy. We wait. Masked friend, him, come back plenty quick. Teddy, Teddy, Silver, Teddy. Mrs. Walters. And you get back plenty fast. Silver got up all the way. Masked man, you found out something? Colonel Parkman never signed this note, Mrs. Walters. He never gave out any such orders. What's that? You spoke to the Colonel himself? No, but I have ways of getting accurate information. But I just don't understand. What reason would anyone have to play a joke? Mr. Barton, Slick Barton. I'm not sure, ma'am. Who else could it be? Slick Barton tried to cheat my husband at cars last night. He sent that fixed up note to draw my husband and Jed Davis out into the wild country. They won't stand a chance. Mr., you got to do something. We'll do our best, Mrs. Walters. Yes, Count. I don't know. I'll hit the trail now. We have plenty of ammunition, Tunno. Bloody bullets, but no food. I'll fix you some vitals right now. You can pack it in your saddle bags. There's no time for that, Mrs. Walters. I don't know. I've lived off the country before this, and we can do it again. We're heading west, Tunno. Where's to the Segundo, Masked Man? Howdy-o's. Where's to the Segundo? Get him up, scum! Come on, silver! Sounds like a coyote, man. Yeah. Only other country changes as soon as you get west of the Segundo. Looks, uh... Looks downright unfriendly. Oh, forget it. Like there was a painted inch and lurking behind every tree and a mountain lion licking his chops on top of every rot. Don't be loco. The sun's gone down, Jed. I think we'd better stop right here for the night. Yeah. It'll be dry camp. No water for miles. Our canteens are full. Steady, steady hoes. What are you acting so nervous for? There's nothing around here. Get him right down on him! Say he wouldn't leave you. He had his partner. Partnered a gang of cutthroat. Scrub your gun! 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. It was night when the Lone Ranger and Tonto reached the Segundo, following the trail of the two surveyors. The moon had risen. On the east side of the shallow stream, the ground was level and fertile. But on the far side, the ground was broken. Judas trees and giant cacti looked like strange ghosts in a pale landscape. It was a forbidding country and the masked man knew it. Right up, Tonto. Right up. You must hurry. Trail clear. Move right. Next goes straight into water. We follow, huh? No, right up on this side. Steady, steady. Go, go, go. They're quicksand, Mr. Segundo. That gallop's straight into one. Oh, but plenty quicksand. But trails show another side of water. That mean no quicksand here. Still, we're going to wait. Wait for what, huh? For morning, Kimosabe. Oh. For two reasons. First of all, you know how the land changes on the western side of the river. That's right. Round, get rocky. Too rocky to follow a trail of a moonlight. You might lose it completely. I do not think of that. Besides, that whole country is treacherous. In between the rocky patches are sinks and potholes. Quicksand that can swallow a dozen horses and their riders. But what about Walters and Davis? Again, help them trailing blind. Tomorrow morning, we'll cross the other bank and pick up the trail again. Maybe they already ambushed, huh? They've run into Barton and these men, and Barton shot to kill, and then we're too late to help them. If Barton wanted them alive, then he'll keep them alive, at least for a while. And we camp here. Hello. Kimosabe. Yeah, Barton. You keep in watch. Sharper's the way you play poker, Barton. Moon's so bright I can see almost as far as the Segundo. If anybody comes head in west, I'll spot them plenty of times. Kino, keep on watching. I'm going to talk to Walters and Davis. Right. Howdy, Pedro. You keep in watch. He's in your head. Watch good. How do you want, Brace? Keep in watch? Yes, sir. I want one. I reckon it'll take a shed out of surprises tonight. Howdy, Barton. Howdy, Spencer. Well, gents, are you nice and comfortable? Hmm, it's comfortable. There's a couple of jack rabbits and a nest of rattlesnakes. Why don't you shoot us down and be done with it, Barton? No, no, no. That's no way to talk, Davis. I'm right friendly. Friendly. You're a pack of wolves. Make up your mind. First it's rattlesnakes and then it's wolves. Make up your mind. Hmm, I can't. I don't know which is worse. You sure are a comical cuss, Davis. Oh. Oh, you having a mind of trouble with your shoulder wallers? Now, that's too bad. I told the boys not to shoot at you. Yeah, I'll bet you did. It's a fact. You see, wallers, I don't like to have my poker games interrupted. But you and Davis called me don't set easy with me. It's been bothering me. I met to finish you last night at the Gambling Hall. I'm still with the same mind. Why didn't you shoot us down like Jetson's? Oh, no, no, no, wallers. That's too easy. You died too quick. No. Last night I sat up thinking about you two ombrades. The iron spurs paying me to get rid of you because you're valuable to the railroad. But now I got extra reasons, my own reasons. That's why I want to get a lot of satisfaction out of the way you die, you savvy. The way we die? Yeah. Sort of a... a slow death. I'll enjoy it more. Well, you want to be pulled down, Davis? This gun might go off suddenly. You planned this right from start to finish your part, didn't you? You even sent this humbrey out with a known turtle porkman ever wrote that note. Sure, I wrote it. Pretty good copy, wasn't it? Yeah. Forge signatures as well as cheated cards. Don't you... By you? No. Now you can't get me riled, Davis. Nothing can get me riled. Not when I got my revenge all figured out. My arm could do with a little fixer. Oh, why fret? This time tomorrow night, your arm won't bother you. Nothing will bother you. What do you mean? You'll be under the ground. Both of you. More than six feet under. But we won't have to bury you. I don't serve a henshi. He means quicksand. Quicksand? Yeah, Walters. Tomorrow the boys will pick out a nice patch. And then tomorrow evening, we take you there and drop you in. Just about sundown tomorrow. Oh, sir. What, Frank? You want something? Pick up a head. We found them. Oh. Bartendon gang, huh? They've got Walters and Davis with them. What they do? The sun's going down, Hollow. They won't notice us behind this rock. We'll watch and see. Take your lariat and shake it loose. Huh? Go ahead. We may need our ropes. Now watch. The time comes. We may have to move in fast. Odds are no odds. Yeah, take a good look at it, Walters. It's as neat a patch of quicksand as you ever saw, huh? Make sure they're tied good and tight, Spencer. They're tied up like steers for the brandon. Tino, lift them off their horses. Then the hand, Kinsel. Yeah. Now Davis. That's right. Hey, what's the matter with you two ombres? Haven't you got anything to say? This is murder, Barton. You know that. Oh, that's sure, an original remark. Can you do better, Davis? They'll get you for this, Barton. You may kill us, but you'll never stop the railroad. They'll come after you. The army will come after you. And you'll hang for it. When the rope's around your neck. Maybe you'll look out and see the railroad train going by. The iron spur will finish the railroad, the same as we're finishing you. You'll sink, sir, with a railroad. Oh, that shoulder still troubling you, Walters? Oh, forget it. You know, uh, some quicksand don't look like quicksand. Some of its mighty deceptive got grass growing over, just like regular prairie grass. A fellow might blunder right in before he leaves. A fellow might blunder right in before he knows it. But not this patch. It's just bare sand, isn't it? Wet and shiny. Not even a tender foot could mistake about this stand. Yeah, when they send out a search party and find hoof marks all around here, they'll know you didn't walk into it. They'll know it was murder. They'll know the iron spur did it. Yeah, that's just what we want them to know. Sun down, Barton. Keeno, grab them. Swing them and throw them in right in the middle. Me and Hydro got Davis. Take Walters feet, you two. Jett. Jett. Adios, Grins. Adios, Jett. Swing them. Now, let them go when I say three. One. Two. Right plumb sending. Now, stand around, boys, and watch them sink out of sight. Stand around and watch them. Barton blazes. Barton is too right. The masked man and the Indian. They're swinging roads. The masked man's shooting. Look out! Faster, cylinder, faster! The outlaws race, but the horses grab with their guns. The ranger had planned well. In a flash, Silver and Scout stop in worlds far ahead to the big sand. The masked man and the Indians spun their larytes. The loops dropped and tightened over the bodies of the two men knees deep in the bog. Then a shout from the long ranger. The horse had moved away from the bog. The top ropes fastened to the saddle horns, pulled the two men loose from the clutching quicksand. No, no, let's Davis on Scout. Silver with carry Walters. Easy, Master Brown, my shoulder. We've got to hurry, Walters. Not as easy as I can. Steady, Silver. You get up on Scout, David. I'm tired, engine, can't hold on. I'm gonna hold you on. All right, Tullo Gallop, head east for the Segundo. Hurry, Barton's better off already circling the quicksand. They had the larytes all ready. They threw ropes around Walters and Davis and bulldogged them right on the solid ground. We hadn't had to circle around the quicksand. Would you call to me? Shut up, you umbra. Shut up and listen to me. There's a dozen of us. We can outgun them any time. Yeah, that's just it, Spencer. That's just what we're gonna do. We're gonna ride after them and catch them. Are you local, Barton? Those horses are fast. Sure, they're fast, but they're carrying double. Look, they're not so far ahead. Not sure. Get doggone right, Kinsle. It's one thing for us to try and catch the masked men and the Indian when they're riding single. But this time we got him. Now ride! We'll catch them long before they even get to the Segundo ride. They're in the moonlight. They're catching up on us. Yes, I see them. If you can't outrace them with a horse carrying double, it's no use trying to save us. Drop us off and go on yourself. There you are. Man's is right. Let me stay and forget about it. Use hands, count. You'll ever make the Segundo. They're not even having the right way. Oh, here's where we swing. They gained a good 50 feet just because our horses circled that patch of grass. Now you're slowing up. Masked man, what's your idea? We know what we're doing. We know all about that patch of grass. Look, they're coming. Look at his blade. It doesn't open. You can't fight them off. Let them come, Wallace. Let them come. Against those two. Juntando rode back toward them. The fight was completely gone from the men of the iron spur. Horses and riders alike struggled for their lives in the grip of the quicksand. Men dropped their guns, clawing over each other, trying to get the solid ground. Help! Listen to me. What I knew about this patch of quicksand deliberately led you into it. We knew you'd be too anxious to catch it. We even noticed it. You can't leave us here. It's murder. That's what you tried to do to us. In the name of mercy, help. I'm up to my ways. There's no more fight left in you. No, just get me out. Just get me out. Get you out. I see most of you have lost your guns. Go the rest down at once. All right, here's my rope. Hello, here's my rope. Davis and Wallace will help you. Yeah, we're untied now. The horses out first. They'll have more lariats. You shouldn't have any trouble getting everyone's safety out of the quicksand. We'll tie them up tighter in the funnel of a twister. All right, Silver. Keep us cover you go now. Yes, Tutto. All right, at the end of track and bring out an army of details and take these men in charge. I'll see you later. Adios. Hey, you can't leave now. Shut your mouth, Barton. Maybe you're used to dealing off the bottom of the deck and cheating on your words. But the lone ranger always does what he says. Nobody's leaving you. We're pulling you out. Ah, we're pulling you out and put you in jail. Here. Here. Come. What you've just heard is a copyrighted feature of the lone ranger incorporated.