 for the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, a lone ranger. On the wild and lawless frontier of the early western United States, a man's life often depended on the quickness of his draw. Outlaws robbed and plundered the honest ranches and miners. No man's property was safe, and the new territory might never have become civilized if it had not been for the massed rider of the plains. His strength and courage made him the greatest champion of justice the West ever knew. Return with us now 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 old man, known throughout the hill country as lonesome, was aiming a rifle through the window of his tumbledown shack. Crouched beside him was Sheriff Rankin. Outside, taking shelter among the surrounding trees, were four hooded outlaws, and... Fine, catch me napping, will ya? Well, I'm a heap too smart for ya. You missed again. Well, take this! Let her save lonesome. We can't pick them up behind them trees. We'll have to wait till they try to rush us. I just aimed to keep them clear, that's all, Sheriff. Don't go, and I'm glad you happened along. Skunks would have got me all right. Able to make them out yet? Not with them hoods hiding their faces. Mmm. Bet I could guess right close. So could I. The skunks, suspicion, and they ain't proven, though. Looks like that one fellow wants to say something. Huh? You there! You aimed the poly? No! Shucks, mister, we'll hold out till the big freeze if we have to. Aim to get them after wherever gold's here, don't ya? Well, you won't. You just bet you won't. Come any closer, we'll finish the pool of lends, you won't hold water! You made ya jump by a golly. The next one will be closer. Yippee! I'm just getting warmed up, Sheriff. So, them stories about you having a map are true after all. Sure are, but no low down crooks gonna get them away from me. I hope you ain't fool enough to keep it in the shack here. Sure do. I guess you shouldn't do that. Nobody's gonna find it. Well, just the same. Besides, I ain't gonna be needing much longer. Not that I ever needed it. Not no fellow like me. But what did you mean? Tonight or tomorrow, my boy's widow will get to town, her and the youngin' stage bringing them. So your boy's dead, eh? Yep. Had a lawyer fellow trace him. Found out he was killed in an accident. Watch out! Them fellas couldn't hit the sky on a clear day. Come and get us, you blasted crooks! Yes, come and get us! Before long we will. What's holding ya? Maybe I can drill him. But you sure made him skedaddle for cover. Blast it. I'll ventilate one of them yet. I'll kill him, sir. You know I never could figure out just why you needed a map to find your gold. Sheriff, I'm a remarkable gentleman. Yeah? Sure. I know my failings. I know I ain't no young buck no more. What I mean is, I ain't fool enough to depend just on memory at my time of life. Recollection is kind of getting shaky in spots. So, rid it all down. That's it, eh? And what if something happened to me? With a map around somewhere, it should be found sooner or later, and then McKinn folks would have a chance to collect. Yeah, that's good sense. I don't see nothing wrong with it. Hey, I think they're getting set to rush us. Let him come! Shoot to kill! Just let him get lined up with my sights. Get your head down! Get hit! Shoulder. The bomb starts shooting. Don't mind me. Sure, huh? Well, what blazes? What's happening, Sheriff? They're clearing out. They're taking to the horses. Huh? Now, why would... Come on, Silver! Hear that? Who is it? I couldn't guess. Come on, little boy! Come on, go on. There's two of them. One's mask and the other's a red skin. Outlaws. But they saved our hide. Just the same. You better keep your guns handy. Here they are. Oh! Oh, Silver! Careful. Might be a trick. You will have to risk it. Come on in, but keep your hands clear of your holsters. Now, don't get too close. We're not outlaws. You got your face hit. I don't have a mind that. Now, him got hit that wound. Here. Let's have a look at this. Let me fix them. Stand back, I tell you. Oh, Shucks, Sheriff. What's the harm? Sure, engine. Take a look. Ain't nothing but a flesh wound, is it? You need bandage. Ain't nothing here that it do except... But Talo has bandages in his saddlebags. Get them, Kimosabe. I'll have to tear away the sleeve of your shirt, Lonesome. Huh? How come you know what I'm called? Who is around here who doesn't? No. Wrecking there ain't many. Well, then, this won't hurt. Go right ahead. Is that hot water on the stove? I'll get it. I'm going to wash this out a bit before Talo wraps it up. There you are. Thanks. Hurt? Hurt. Tickles is all. Keep right at it. Look here, stranger. Yes? Maybe I was wrong about you. You don't talk like no outlaw. Don't act like one, neither. Only thing I can figure out is that mask you're wearing. I wear it for reasons of my own. Yeah, but... Hand me those, Talo. Oh, here, bandage. I'll be finished in a moment, Lonesome. Any idea who shot you? That's something that I don't know. Didn't you see him? We heard shots, but they must have left just before we got here. Oh! The bandage's too tight. Tight? No. No, just fine. Thanks a heap. That'll do for the present. But I'd advise you to have it dressed again soon. The doctor in town can do it. Sharks, I ain't no baby. If you listen to the stranger, Lonesome, that wound is going to need tendon to wear. I suppose these fellas were after your map. Say, don't you know an awful lot about my affairs, mister? Everyone's heard of the map you have. Yeah. Yeah, that's all. It'd be more suspicious if the stranger claimed he hadn't heard about it. Yeah. How many attacked you? Four that we counted. Wasn't that it, Lonesome? Four is right. Their trail shouldn't be hard to find. Talo and I'll get after them. In the meantime, Cheryl, I'd suggest that you take Lonesome into town with you and see that he goes to a doctor. That's a good idea. Oh, you fellas, look here. I don't need no nursing at all. But wasn't you going into town anyhow to meet the stage? Sure I was, but I didn't quit your hollering. Can you run? Me? Stranger? I'm tough enough to ride to my own funeral. Good. Come on, Talo. Where are you going? To pick up the trail those fellas left. We may see you in town later. But I... Once they've had their horses among those trees, that's the place to look first. Isn't that right? But there's something else. What's that? Well, we'll talk about it later. Come on, Talo. Get him up scout. Ponto's keen eyes found the empty shell discharged from the guns of the outlaws. And a moment later, he found the place from which they had ridden away. The masked man and the faithful Indian followed. Talo, they seem to be heading straight for town. New look? Yes. They're town now. Right. And here trail, go that way. And they aren't heading directly for town. They're making a detour. I've got an idea what they're doing. What path? You can see they don't attend to avoid the town. They did, and ride more to the south. That's right. I think what they're doing is circling to dodge the main street. If I'm not mistaken, we'll find they headed for the rear-reference of the café. Maybe you're right. If they did, it'll help. How about that? We'll find cover there. There's a row of windows that runs a full length of the café on each side. We could get close without being seen and get a good view of the interior. Well, they've gotten rid of their hoods, of course. But if they're inside, there's still a chance we can identify them. That's right. And if we don't, we can still watch their mounts until they return to them. One way or another, we're going to learn who those fellows are. Come on, sir. Get them up to go. Curly back at the proprietor of the café was lean and dark with cruel, shifty eyes. He'd been leaning against the bar, but suddenly he straightened up, looked around the café, and then strolled toward a room at the rear of the place. Hello, boys. Oh, sir. Well, what happened? Well, that is, sir. You didn't get it? It wasn't our fault, Curly. Oh, honest it was. Thanks, right. You four fellows are getting one old man and you don't get the map. Well, you weren't alone. The sheriff was with him. Then two other fellows rode up. So you run away. But I take it... Ah, you fools. What if the sheriff gets to who you was? Why didn't you stay and finish him? Well, what stopped us was them two strangers riding up. And how could the sheriff guess who we was through them hoods? Well, that'll always be another time. We can try again. How? When will there be another time? Don't you know his son's widow and her younger are getting in town? Ain't you got the brains to see that once they get their hands on that gold, it'll go in a bank and our chance will be gone? Where'd you hear that? From the station agent. Well, boss, we just... Here's the second. Huh? Something just came to me. I got an idea. Yeah, it was like most of you was blacky forget it. Now, look, boss. What if we had got Lonesome? How do we know we could have made him talk? You know, as well as we do, he ain't the fellow to scare easy. Well... But he's young. And his boy's widow you just mentioned. He must put a heap of store by them if he figures to give him everything he's got. I reckon he does. What other... Well, don't you see? What he wouldn't do to save himself, he might do to save somebody else. I mean about telling him where the map to his gold is. So? So, we stop the stage, take them two off, and hold them to Lonesome. We could do that. Sure we could. You'd have to hurry. Give us fresh horses, and we'll leave right now. If you bungle this... We won't. Give you my word. Go, go, all right, we won't. Just let us try it. I will. Saddle fresh mounts and get going. But remember... Huh? That was your idea. In a few spiles listen... Well, don't, that's all. Now, out the back way. Follow ya! All right, Billy. That better be. Yeah? I'm sure I'll see ya, Carly. Tell him I'll be out. All right. Evening, Sheriff. Well, howdy, Lonesome. What happened to you? You wouldn't know, huh? Huh? What do you mean by that? Just wondering. Mind answering the question? Shucks, you know me, Sheriff. I'm always willing to cooperate with the law. I ain't noticed it. All I was wondering is whether you've seen Blackie and Snake and any of that bunch around town today. Why? Just to answer my question. Oh, I suppose I have. Couldn't say you just went away, though. KJ, huh? What's the matter? They been up to something that'll rile ya? Up to something that'll hang them if I can pin it on them. And you, Carly. Well... You watch your step. That's a warning. Let's go, Lonesome. Where to? You're going to the doctor like you promised to mask me. And I'm going back to guard your cabin from sidewinders like I promised myself. By thunder, I'd like to smash a few. Be curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger drama. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue our story. Blackie and his three companions cut across country until they reached the stage trail. There they hauled and put on their hoods. Night had fallen and their figures could scarcely be seen. They waited the better part of an hour and then, faintly at first, they heard the distant rumble of the approaching stage. There she is. She's late. She's making up time. Keep back. I'll give the word. And we better go in. All right, boys. Come on. Come on. Hold up there. Pull in them horses. Hold up. Rain in there. Rain in. Just don't reach for that shotgun there and you'll be safe enough. We ain't carrying express. What is it, driver? It's a hold-up, ma'am. You're there. You and the young one. Climb out. What's the meaning of it? And you keep shut. No, dear. There's some mistake. I'm sure of it. Get a move on. Just what does this mean? We have no money. You on your way to see Lonesome? Lonesome? Crawford's his real handler, Rickon. Maybe you know him by that. All right. Well, Mr. Crawford's my father-in-law. Yes, but I don't see him. You don't have to see. You can ride double with me. The young one can ride my part here. No. Better not argue. Driver, do something. Nothing I can do, ma'am. They'd plug me sure of shootings. But you can better I'll tell the sheriff. That wouldn't be necessary. Look, he's masked. There's a red skin. Kill him. Who's next? Where are you dirty? I hate him. I warned you. Anyone else want to shoot it out? All right. Drop your guns. What's the matter? Me, watch them. Did they harm you? No. No, we're all right. But I don't understand. I'll explain later. Driver. Yeah? I'll take care of your passengers. Drive on to town. Without them? Get going. You're the boss. Get on there. Get out. Get out. Get off there. Look here, stranger. Well, can't this be fixed up somehow? Can't we kind of get together and talk this over? We can't. Cut it. I think you can get these fellas to the law. Me do that. They're not armed. They shouldn't be hard to handle. See, they're placed in the custody of the United States Marshal. Not take to sheriff? No, Kimosabe, the Marshal. You there. Me? I'm taking that horse. You can ride double with one of your friends. No way. Hurry. All right. Give me a hand, Bob. Here you are. Get going, Tuttle. You pillar. Get him up. Get him up. Mr. Crawford, you'll have to trust yourself and your son with me. It seemed to have no choice. You'll come to no harm. And where are we going? The Lonesome's cabin. You'll ride this extra horse and your son will ride with me. I... Yes? I'd like to ask you a question. Go on. Let me ask. Are you really an outlaw? I'm not. I've already got my hands on the term before this affair is finished. While Tonto escorted his prisoners to the United States Marshal, the masked man led Mary Crawford and her son to Lonesome's cabin on. Who? Who, Silver? Go, there. Go, there. Go, go, go. Go, go, go, go. Is this where Grandpa lives? Is this Grandpa's house? Yes, dear. Yes. This is it, Ted. Here, give me your arms. I'll help you down. Gee, you're strong. Isn't anyone here? We'll see. Yeah, yeah. Quiet, kid. Lonesome? You stranger. Yeah. Mrs. Crawford and her son. This is Sheriff Rankin. How do you do? Hello. Howdy, ma'am. Hello there, son. Say, stranger, I come out here because I kind of promised Lonesome I'd keep an eye on things while he was gone. But just come inside and look what happened before I got here. What is it? Just take a look. Someone's torn up the floor. Didn't they know? Look at it. You ever see such a mess? But why? It ain't hard to figure. Someone was here looking for Lonesome's map. Just so. Map? Mrs. Crawford, years ago Lonesome was a prospector. The gold dust he found, he saved and hid away. Gold? Real gold? He made a map showing where it was hidden, not trusting his memory. He intended the gold to go to his son. When he learned his son had died, he decided it must be yours. That's why he sent for you and Ted. I never dreamed. He never wrote. You didn't know of it, but others did. Others want that gold for themselves. I should never have gone into town with Lonesome at all. No. It just gives them four crooks that was here this morning a chance to come back when nobody was here. They done this. They didn't. But look at it. Because of the present moment, they're on their way to jail. You sure? Taddo and I trailed them to town, overheard their plan to hold up the stage and caught them. Well, I'll be switched. I sent them to the Marshal's office with Taddo. But this cabin, the search that was made here, the floor all torn up. See? I got it. Yes? Curly Beckett. The fellow who owns the cafe? Right. It was him. It had to be. I can tell you this. By the curly search, the cabin are not. He did plan the attack this morning. And I'm heading straight for town and jailing that hombre. No, wait. I can jail Curly. The men Taddo and I captured will give evidence against him. But if the map's been stolen, there's no way to prove he has it. Yeah, but. And right now it's more important to get the map back. Curly can be jailed anytime. Yeah. Yeah, you were right, I reckon. Hey, isn't that lonesome now? Sounded like him. I believe it is. Howdy, folks. Hey. Are you the girl my boy got hitched to? Might have known he'd pick a looker. And this is the young one, eh? Ah, she's a stupid fellow. Just fine. Say, I'm going to like you, Grandpa. Grandpa? Seems funny here, a young fellow like you call me Grandpa. Don't go on. I'm so glad you could get here. Think I'd have stayed away after the story of the stage driver told me he reached town? Well, I should say not. How's your shoulder? It ain't trouble me much. Say, lonesome. Huh? Ain't you noticed it yet? Noticed what? The floor. All told up where you had your map. The box. The box I had the map in it. It's gone. But we know who took it. And you got my word for it. It ain't going to do him no good. Who was this trunk? Who was he? Curly Beckett. Why, the ornary, Theven Barman. What kind of a box was it, lonesome? It was locked up in his iron box. Little iron-strong box. But that'll make no difference now as long as it's been took. It may make a lot of difference. Don't see how it's gone, ain't it? Sheriff. Huh? I want a promise. What promise? Don't arrest Curly yet. No matter how sure you are, he's guilty. But I... Wait. When you return to town, don't let him know he's under suspicion. I hope you savvy what you're doing. Then tomorrow night, bring him here. Give him any excuse you choose, but get him here. And you got a scheme to make him tell where the map is, whether he wants to or not? I promise the map will be found. Then that's good enough for me. Sheriff, you do like the masked man says. I got a notion he knows what he's about. After the sheriff had left, the masked man talked with Lonesome for a few minutes. Then he too left to rejoin Tonto at their hidden camp. He did not return until the following evening when, besides Lonesome, Mrs. Crawford and Ted, he found the sheriff and Curly Beckett awaiting him. Curly denied all knowledge of the robbery and... Curly, we'll give you one more chance. Where did you hide Lonesome's map? I tell you, I don't know nothing about it. Let me work on him a while, stranger. I'll handle the sheriff. All right, Curly, you... The masked man! Someone outside, riddle the masked man! Watch out, catch it! His arm knocked the lamp off the table. The oil's spreading. Watch out for fire. It's over Jack's dryest dust. Some more catching fire! Mary, get that young one out of here. Come get her. Can't nobody get that fire out? The fire is spreading too fast. Help me drag the masked man out. I blaze this with you. I'm saving myself. Sheriff! Run for it, Lonesome. I'll look after the stranger. You can handle it? Sure, I can. Now run for it. Better hurry. We'll be all right. You... you'll bet I am. And don't you worry about the masked man either. How can you laugh when he was wounded? Oh, why don't they come out? Here's the sheriff. Alone. Save him, folks. The fire spread too fast. I had to get out. Reckon the bullet finished him anyhow. Who fired him? You seen the skunk? The United States Marshal fired him. What is the mask, man? You said he was dead, Sheriff. I wasn't even wounded. Then what? You can make your arrest, Marshal. What's the U.S. Marshal doing here? You'll soon learn, Sheriff. Sheriff Reckon, I place you under arrest. Resist and I'll have to shoot. It ain't me you want. It's Curly. There he is. Arrest him. I'm arresting both of you. Now look here. Search him, Tato. Get away from me. Stand back. Hey, give me that. Here. Here, box. Thanks, Tato. That's the box with your map. Uh-huh. And the sheriff's the fellow that stole it. No. Wait, that ain't so. You gave yourself away, Sheriff. But... Quiet. When you told Lonesome you'd come back yesterday to guard the cabin, it was simply to get a chance to search for the map. Mrs. Crawford, Ted and I arrived here unexpectedly. You'd found it, but you'd had no chance to hide it again except in the cabin itself. I saw to that when I made you leave ahead of me last night. But how could you be sure I'd found it? You were certain the map was gone. When Lonesome arrived, we knew it was gone. Yet the floor had only been partially torn up. You couldn't have been certain unless you had taken it. I'll let you think I believe Curly had it, so that you wouldn't realize you were suspected. And the mask man had me fire through the window so he could pretend to be wounded and knock the lamp off the table to get the fire going. You stayed behind, Sheriff, to save the map after everybody else had cleared out. And I was in the whole scheme. The mask man told me just what he was going to do. Look at her, Mary. All burned down. Well, that's the way it should be. We're going to live civilized again. We're digging up that gold, Mary, and building us a house in town. Oh, silver! The story you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.