 for the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, the Lone Ranger. Faithful Indian companion Tato, the daring and resourceful mask rider 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. The Fort Lancaster, located close to the east bank of the Pagos River, were drawn up in formation on the parade ground. Attention! In front of and facing the company, young sergeant Barnett stood between two guards. The commanding officer of the fort, Colonel Emmett, standing a few paces from the sergeant, read from an official looking paper. At a court martial composed of qualified officers of the United States Army, Sergeant Jeffers Barnett has been found guilty of disorderly conduct, insubordination, and striking an officer. The penalty for his conduct, as decided by the court martial, is dishonorable discharge from the service to take effect immediately. As the soldiers and the prisoners stood stiffly at attention, the Colonel removed the insignia and brass buttons from the sergeant's uniform. That's all, Mr. Barnett. You're free to go. Yes, sir. Captain, dismiss the company. Yes, sir! Bué Barnett, before you leave the fort, I'd like to see you in my office. Yes, sir. A short time later, Jeff Barnett in civilian clothes was ushered into the Colonel's office and stood without speaking until the corporal had left. Sit down, Barnett. Thank you, Colonel. Well, my boy, you went through that ordeal so convincingly that nobody can question the authenticity of the proceedings. Now, eh, I suggest you drift from town to town, frequent the cafes, and express your bitterness toward me and toward the Army. Well, I'll really have to force myself to do that, sir. It's necessary if our plan is to work, Sergeant. May one hope is that those responsible for the uprisings by the Indians west of here will get in touch with you. Now, eh, once you join them and gain their confidence, we'll know what's going on. Well, how am I to contact you, sir? I've arranged that. A retired trooper, Jed Bagley, has a small farm across the river west of here. I've already sent him several of our carrier pigeons. Oh, I see, sir. If I have a message for you, I take it to Bagley and he releases one of the Army pigeons with the message. Right. The pigeon will, of course, come straight here to the fort where his home coop is located. Oh, that's fine, sir. I, I reckon I'm all set to leave now. I, eh, I watched you a long time before I asked you to take this assignment, Sergeant. I admire your courage. I know you'll come through with flying killers. Thank you, Colonel. I'll notify you if and when the men will have to get in touch with me, sir. Goodbye, sir. Goodbye, and good luck. Jeff left the fort and crossed the Pecos to the west. For over a week, he went into cafes in one small town after another in the territory. After pretending to drink too much, he expressed his bitterness against the command on it Fort Lancaster and against the Armory in general to anyone who would listen. One night, he was following his usual routine as he talked to the barkeep at the cafe in Milburg. Yeah. And like I said before, bartender, I'm gonna get back at that polled cat colonel at Fort Lancaster for having me thrown out of the service. Yeah, sure. Those officers think they're big pumpkins. And that goes for every one of them that's in the Army as far as I'm concerned. Yeah, fill it up. You haven't paid for the last one yet, mister. Here, barkeep. Huh? Take it out of there, then bring his glass back to the table in the corner. All right. What's the idea? Who are you? Well, just a friend, mister. My pal, Sonomi, is handy. Handy, eh? Well, you sure came in handy right now. Just about broke. Well, maybe you aren't gonna be for long. Come on back and sit down. A friend of mine wants to talk to you. What about? I hope it's not gonna hurt you to come and find out. Well... All right. Oh, sit down, meet Leo. A friend of mine. Hi, Leo. Hi, Leo. I'm Jeff Barnett. Formerly Sergeant Barnett. Well, howdy. You used to be in the Army, eh? Seems you have a grudge against it now from the way we heard you talking. You or anyone else don't like what I say about the Army. Now, hold on, Jeff. Maybe I agree with you. Who knows? Handy, too, huh, Handy? Yeah, maybe we'll do. Now, look. He said you wanted to talk to me. What do you got to say? I figured maybe if you met our boss and he thinks you're all right, you might be able to make some money and get back at that colonel. Both at the same time. You interested? Well, uh... I'll go with you and see what he has to say. All right. Come on. Later that night, Tonto, Indian companion to the Lone Ranger, rode from town to their camp in the nearby hills. Tonto, who'd been standing in the cafe, told the masked man about Jeff's loud and bitter talk. I heard of a sergeant Barnett who was dishonorably discharged from the Army at Fort Lancaster last week. He must have been the one you heard talking in the cafe, Tonto. Maybe that right. Was he man from the table a friend? No, him not friend. Him stranger to a Army feller. I'm certain it must have been Barnett. And if he's as bitter as you say, he's ready to listen to most anyone. That right. The men we're trying to find who are inciting the Indian uprisings, would be glad to get a fellow like Barnett to join them. Me, not savvy. Well, if he's bitter enough, Sergeant Barnett could tell them the weaknesses of Fort Lancaster, as well as Army strength and movements in this territory. Oh. And you think fellas in cafes will get Army man to leave with them, ones who deal with renegades? Kimusavi. It's possible. We'll move camp to the edge of town in the morning, Tonto. We'll watch for that young Sergeant. If you see him riding from town, we'll follow him. May lead to something. Meantime, the two men, Handy and Leo, took Jeff to a deserted miners shack in a remote hollow. He was introduced to their boss, Gil Kane, a large tough man with dark piercing eyes. Handy explained why they'd brought Jeff there. Gil turned an unfriendly stare upon Jeff as he asked. How do I know you're not just putting on an act, Barnett? Act? What do you mean? Maybe you got a line on Handy and Leo somehow. Then when you saw them in the cafe, you started that loud, crazy talk, so as to get them to bring you here. What's he yapping about, Handy? You brought me out here to listen to a lot of loco stuff like that. I might as well go back to the cafe. There's no fun there, anyway. Oh, wait a minute. Wait a minute, Jeff. All right. All right. But if he thinks I'm going to listen... Make it easy. Let me do the talking. I heard this fellow doing the same kind of talking in Sandrock. And I know he didn't see me. Tonight in town, Leo and I were sitting back in the corner. He didn't even look our way when he came in and started talking to the bartender. That's right, Gil. Well, after what Handy just said, I reckon I was wrong, Barnett. Now you're acting human, Kane. Now tell me how I make that cash and get back at that no-good Colonel at Fort Lancaster. All right, listen. How many soldiers are at Fort Lancaster? About 200. How many at Fort Mill, 20 miles of the south? I reckon about the same number. Uh-huh. There are about 800 Indians spread out in small villages among the hills on the other side of the river. They're ready to combine. Oh, what for? They want the valley across the river. They figure if they could get control of those two forts, they'd be able to take over the valley. But even if they did, the army would move in later and drive them out again. That's not my worry. Chief Big Owl has promised that we could have all the cash, horses, rifles, and ammunition if we help them grab the forts. I could get rid of this stuff quick south of the border. 800 savages ought to be able to take a fort man by just 200 men. Yeah. Provided they didn't get wind of which fort was going to be attacked and brought in reinforcements from the other. In that case, the Indians would be up against 400 well-trained riflemen. That's right. When do you plan to make your first move? In a couple of days. Which fort will they go after first? I'll decide that tomorrow. We'll talk some more in the morning. And you can give me details of Fort Lancaster. I reckon we better turn in now. Yeah. Well, I'll get back to town and come out in the morning. I figure I can find a way now. You better stay here tonight. No, I... Well, I have a room at the hotel I have to settle for. I might as well go there to sleep. All right, go ahead then. See you in the morning. And remember, keep your mouth shut. Sure thing. Good night. Good night, Jeff. Good night, Jeff. Trail him, handy. And don't let him out of your sight. Right. There he goes. I'll watch him kill. Don't worry. At dawn, the lone ranger and tattle stopped in the thick probe on the edge of town. Who's this guy? Easy fella. Easy fella. We'll camp here and keep our eyes open for Barnett. You sure you reckon all the time? Me sure. Half an hour later, the two men heard hoofbeats pounding on the trail beyond the grove. You must hurry. That young fella, Barnett, him riding hard from town. We'll saddle the horses, we'll follow his trail. The lone ranger and tattle quickly saddled silver and scout. And as they were about to mount, they heard other hooves passing on the trail. Him ride plenty fast, too. And me sure, him one of men who talked to Barnett in cafe. He must be trailing, Barnett. Let's go. Easy. Come on. Unknown to the others, Jeff was heading for the farm on the west trail where the pigeons from Fort Lancaster were kept. Andy, who was trailing him, knew the gang leader Gill was suspicious of the young sergeant. Finally, Jeff's hoof marks turned onto a branch trail that led to the farm. Andy rode in the same direction. The trail became hard and rocky, and when he caught a glimpse of the farm building through the trees, he dismounted behind some boulders alongside the trail. He was preparing to go forward cautiously on foot when he heard other hoof beats approaching. Somebody else has taken the branch trail to that farm. I'll keep out of sight behind these boulders till they go past. A few minutes later, the lone ranger and tattle rode past. Couple of old hoots. They must be following Barnett and me. They don't know it, but they're liable to wind up full of lead. Certain falls on the first act of our lone ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments to continue. After the lone ranger and tattle had gone past his hiding place, a crook handy went forward on foot. Not knowing they'd been observed, the lone ranger and tattle stopped in a grove of trees near the farm. I don't see their horses. That branch trail ends here at this farm. We'll move carefully toward the house and see what's happening. Ah, that's a good idea. The mask man and the Indian approached the farmhouse on the side through the tall brush. Suddenly, they crouched down and watched as men came out the back door. Two men are going from our house to the small barn. Ah, one of them, Barnett's other. They continued to watch as the farmowner climbed wooden steps to the pigeon loft, then came down carrying a pigeon. For a few minutes, he and Jeff Barnett stood with a bird and tie something to leg a pigeon. That must be a carrier pigeon. Look, they let it go. I don't know what it's all about, but we'll wait and continue to follow Barnett. Meantime, the gunman handy was hiding close to the barn. He too had seen the pigeon leave and he was close enough to hear Jeff remark. Yeah, there he goes. Shouldn't take him long to reach Fort Lancaster. I'll get back now, but I'll come to see you again soon. All right, shall I? I'll go get my horse, then take a short cut to the shack and tell Gil what I saw and heard. I better tell him about those two owl hoots I saw too. Maybe he can figure out why they were trailing us. Later, Handy entered the shack and reported to Gil and Barnett's a sneak and double crosser. He must have sent word to Fort Lancaster by that carrier pigeon. We ought to plug him when he comes back. If he does come back... Oh, you show up, don't worry. He'll want to get more information. What about the two owl hoots I saw? I know they were trailing either Barnett or me to that farm. Hell, if you covered your trail from the farm to here, that puts us in the clear if they was following you. In case they followed Barnett and trailed him here, we'll just take care of that mask man and his partner. What are you going to do about Barnett? I'll give him some information and let him go send it. I see a way to make this thing turn in our favor. Yeah, it must be him now. On the way back here, all right. All right. We came to a decision during the night. We're riding over to tell Big Owl to get his Indians ready to attack Fort Mill at dawn tomorrow, 20 miles from here. If Fort Lancaster learns about it, they'll send reinforcements down there, don't you think so? Yeah, that's right. Well, there's no way for him to know it. Now, you stay here, Barnett. We'll be gone about two hours. Then when I get back, I'll tell you the details. All right. Come on, Andy. Leo, let's go. All right, Leo. The lone ranger and tato had followed Jeff to the shack. They had watched from hiding as the three crooks rode away. And then, waiting until they saw Jeff come out, they mounted and followed him back to the pigeon farm. Once more, they watched as the pigeon was released with a message. Meantime, Gill and the other two had written a short distance in the shack and then stopped. Oh, there, oh, there. Oh, look, Gill, what's up? Are we really going to see Big Owl and tell him about attacking Fort Mill? We'll see him later today and tell him to attack Fort Lancaster. But you told Barnett... Sure, sure. Now, we know Barnett's using those carrier pigeons to communicate with Fort Lancaster. He's sending word that the Indians are going to attack Fort Mill. So soldiers will march tonight for Fort Mill. Then, at dawn tomorrow, the Indians will really attack Lancaster, which isn't going to have but a few men left to defend it. That's smart figuring, Gill. Sure it is. Now, we'll turn back and wait in the gully beside the trail that Dry Gulch Barnett when he rides back from the farm. Let's go. Once more, Jeff left the farm after sending the second message. The lone ranger and tato rode the trail toward the shack a short distance behind him. Hello, I'm beginning to think we've found the man we've been hunting. If we can get proof that they are, we'll... Here, shots. Them come from ahead. Come on, tell them to come up. Count! As the mask band and Indian rode over a rise, they saw Jeff Barnett lying on the trail. His horse stood nearby with trailing reins. Who are you? Who are you? It's Barnett. He's not dead. They must have scared off those who shot him. They found out, I reckon, that mask... Easy, fella, easy. Tato at the first aid kit. The bandage is wound and camped temporarily over there in that grove. The lone ranger and tato attended to Jeff's wounds. They made him comfortable in the grove. And soon Jeff indicated he wanted to talk. That mask, I... it's still not savvy, but... after you helped me like you did, I reckon it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, Barnett. But there are other things that do. Your trips to that farm, they pigeon those other men. I... I gave my word not... not to talk about it. But I... I may be dying if... if there was someone I could trust. Here, look at this, Jeff. This is a silver bullet. Does it mean anything to you at all? Silver... silver bullet? Yes, I... at the Ford I heard of a... a mask man who... are you... you must be the lone ranger. That's right. We heard about your discharge and we know you joined that gang. I don't know what's going on with that. I know I can trust you. And... well, I... I'm not what you might think, mister. Let me tell you everything before I die. And if I don't die, well... I failed anyway. Briefly, Jeff told about the Colonel's plan. How he agreed to be dishonorably discharged from the army. And obvious hopes that he could finally join Gil's gang. He told all that he'd learned and explained about the carrier pigeons. Then the lone ranger remarked. You're a brave patriotic soldier, Jeff. But I... I failed. No, you succeeded. You found the man responsible for the uprisings. I'm sure you'll get well, Jeff. We'll take you back to the farm where you'll be comfortable. We'll send another message telling the Colonel the Indians' plans and suggesting that he send word to Fort Mill. Yes. Come on down there. We'll move his cavalry across the river and northward. Then if the Fort Lancaster cavalry come across at this point, the two forces can move on the Indians from each end before they have a chance to fully organize. After the final message was sent, Jeff was put to bed at the farmhouse to rest. While the lone ranger and tato went back to the shack, and from there followed the trail left by Gil, Handy and Leo. Later, with their horses safely hidden nearby, the lone ranger and tato crouched among the brush on a bluff overlooking Chief Bigel's village. As the afternoon wore on, there was much activity in the village. One small tribe after another entered the valley below and moved about in confusion. The masked man used field grasses. The three white men are doing their best to get the Indians organized, tato. Ah, me sure hope soldiers come soon. I do too. I'd be disastrous if all those Indians start moving southward and have a chance to meet the 200 men from Fort Mill. I'm counting on sort of a squeeze play by soldiers from both forts, but they don't come soon. They've arrived. I see the men from Fort Mill riding in from the south. Ah, and men from other fort coming from north end. Come on, tato. When the Indians saw cavalry moving on them from the south, they immediately started fighting. But they were taken totally by surprise to find cavalry riding in from the opposite end of the narrow valley also. The lone ranger and tato rode at breakneck speed to join the colonel in his forces and were soon in the midst of the fight. The man on the big white stallion seemed to be everywhere at once with blazing guns. Come on, tato! The two on the spirited paint scout moved beside the lone ranger. Come on, tato! As he yelled the war cry of his fathers and turned aside frenzied redskins with rapid gunfire for some time the battle raged until the Indians totally disorganized thought only of escape, finding no way to get past the well armed soldiers guarding each end of the narrow valley and lacking sufficient firearms to resist the onslaught by the cavalry, the Indians, in spite of their greater number, finally gave up and the battle ended. In front of Chief Big Al's wigwam, the lone ranger and tato were greeted by Colonel Amont. I was told your tato would come to this territory to help my friend, but I didn't know you were here until I received the message you sent by carrier pigeon earlier today. You were to be complimented, Colonel, on the way in which you acted so quickly. Another hour might have been too late. You spoke of the men responsible. Yes, you'll find three white men behind the chief's wigwam. All three dead by the hands of the Indians who thought they'd been betrayed. Big Al is a prisoner. If they're now attending to the wounded, then we'll start the remaining Indians on the way to the reservation. Sergeant Barnett really brought all this about, Colonel. He let the farm resting because of a bullet wound inflicted by one of the gang he joined. That boy will be mighty proud when he's rewarded for what he did. I recommended him for a promotion and for a medal award. Fine. I'll make it a point to be present when the award is made and the truth is told to his company. Tato and I'll go help with the wounded, Colonel. We'll see you again before we leave the territory, though. Adios, sir. Goodbye, my friends. Colonel, what's all that about Barnett? Captain, he'll be Lieutenant Barnett soon and receive an award for his courageous act. His court martial and disgrace were planned to help bring about what you saw today. Holy mackerel, I'm sure glad to hear it. But tell me, who was that masked man? Courage personified, Captain, and a fine American. He's the Lone Ranger. This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated created by George W. Trendle, produced by Trendle Campbell Muir Incorporated, directed by Charles D. Livingston, and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer.