 with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hyal silver! The Lone Ranger! With his faithful Indian companion, Tuttle, the daring and resourceful masked 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 thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the Great Horse Silver! The Lone Ranger rides again! Lone Silver! Let's go, big fellow! Many events happened who terrorized the settlers and ranchers in the territory surrounding Laredo. A brazen gang of outlaws led by a ruthless bandit chief from across the border, Juan Moros, struck time and again, yet always managed to escape the law. The first move by the gang that had attracted attention was a midday raid on the Laredo bank when the sheriff himself was drawing out money at the teller's window. There you are, Sheriff. $300. Thanks, Dave. I'm going to buy a mighty fine palimino with this. That's fine. You get him at a bargain price? Yeah, sure am. I'll tell you all about it sometime when there aren't other folks lined up behind me waiting to get here to your window. Oh, hurry on our car, senor Sherry. Well, that's nice of you, mister. But I reckon you and those other armies aren't interested in hearing about how I bargain for a horse. No, but we are most interested in the money you have to pay for that paper. Hey, you can't... God, Sherry, what's the matter? We got all the others caught in the wine. Oh, no. Have them in. Got the bank money. Hey, Sheriff, it's a bank holder, furthering six in a... And they all got guns. Not to mention my savings money. Yes, senor, and I also have a gun at your back. I'll take your gun now. By thunder, this is the most brazen thing that's ever happened. You can't get away with a thing like this in broad daylight. But we are getting away with it. My men are about finished, but they're getting the bank money. All right, Juan, we got everything. Good, very good. Now, Dusty, you and the men put the sheriff and the others in a vault. We're safe keeping, huh? Yeah. Come on, Sheriff. Now she's here. This is going too far. Go with him quickly, Savi. All right. Now we stall out and get to our horses. Come along, senor. The next move made by Juan Moros and his gang was against a special stage from Corpus Christi, bringing not only a shipment of new paper money to the Laredo Bank, but also carrying as a passenger a rear admiral of the United States Navy who was going from his ship in Corpus Christi Bay to Fort Macintosh near Laredo, a distance of about 125 miles. The admiral, accompanied by two aides, was going for a special conference with a Fort Commandant, concerning contraband being brought into the country by boat. At the last stage's way station, he had changed into a dress uniform with plumed hat with the expected reception at the fort. The read by Juan and his gang was entirely unexpected. I hope we soon reach the fort. I must prefer the rocking of a ship to the infertile pumping of this vehicle. I agree with you, sir. We'll soon be done with this rough riding. We taste here with men outlaws. That's lords, eh? They said they would give them a fight if that's what they want. Yes, sir. What sex on the gang, sir? No, there were such distinguished passengers in the court. Rejuvenate. What I mean is that the other doors send you around one of these small back windows. You and your gunman will get away with this. We are up to use them in the United States, isn't it? I and my men are standing here at the court, only as a precaution, senor. While the others obtain a certain money box from the boat at this stage. With a further precaution, I shall unload your guns. Senores, pass them to me, please. We shall short two kills, senor. You've got the best of his incident. You have to do what he says. Yes, sir. Here's mine. Here's mine. Gracias, senores. Yes, sir. Now I return them to you here. You'll be caught and hanged. We'll report this to the fort. So the exploits of one morose and his men have already been reported to the fort, senores. We're ready to leave, woman. Tell him in the month. You see, senor Admiral, I have not disturbed you much, nor have I robbed you. But there is one thing that has taken my fancy, senor. I must have that groomed hat you wear. Yes, sir. Well, send it before I give you that. Your hat or a bullet, senor. Take your choice. You better give it to him, sir. Here, bless your ticket. Gracias, senor Admiral. See, I've put it on. I'll give you all this sombrero worn by the great one morose. No, you have. It's an expensive sombrero, senor. And a fair exchange is not a robbery, no? Adios, senor. Let's leave here, aren't we? From that time on, Juan always wore the Admiral's plumed hat when leading his gang on a raid, and the sight of it brought fear to those who saw it, for they knew it meant trouble. The lone ranger and Tato had heard of the notorious one and the plumed hat, and they headed south along the river trail toward Laredo. The masked man waited in a secluded grove, while Tato entered town to get a few supplies, but especially to try to get recent news of Juan Moros. He looked back toward their camp. Tato told what he had learned. Well, he'd go to store, knock his talk of morose, then he'd go to cafe. You heard something about him there? Well, at first, men talk of cattle, crops. He'd think maybe me leave. Then color with whiskers come in, and someone speak of morose. He'd wait. Hi, Jed. How's the stage, John? Fine, fine. Have any more hold-ups lately, Jed? Didn't bring in any more Navy men from Corpus Christi. I reckon I was lucky that time to have him with me, though. Juan Morose was so interested in that plumed hat, he didn't pay any attention to me. Morose sure has made that plumed hat famous since then. Yeah, I guess he has, all right. I reckon since the troopers from the fort near here refused to give up hunting for him, Morose has finally decided to move to safer ground. Fact is, I haven't heard any hold-ups or killings in this vicinity by Morose and his gang lately. He isn't operating around here anymore. A few days ago, before I drove out of Corpus Christi, I heard Morose pulled a hold-up on a trail about 20 miles southwest of there. The trail that follows the coastline down to Brownsville. So he's operating down that way now, huh? Well, we're sure glad of that. Yeah, but I get to feel a little nervous when I travel along the trail where it gets close to Corpus Christi. You know, meeting Morose and his cutthroat gang once is enough for me. Well, Morose and his men are down that way now. The great camp at Don Totto and heads south to that coastline trail. Let's get a move on. Come on, Silly Ray, come on! The lone ranger on Totto finally reached the coast trail at a point where it ran close to the Laguna Madre, a stretch of water between the coast and the line of sandy islands, separating the coastline from the gulf. The two men headed northeast toward Corpus Christi and a dusk pitched camp in a grove on a low bluff overlooking the water. The lone ranger estimated they were about 20 miles or so from the town. And somewhere near the place where Morose and his gang recently pulled the hold up. That night after eating, the lone ranger on Totto stood looking out over the water from the bluff. Most of the land in this territory near the coast is low and swampy, Totto. It wouldn't afford many places for outlaws to have a hideout. That's right, Kimosabe. It's a pretty clear night. It's easy to see water or gulf beyond islands. Look, Kimosabe, you think you see something moving in water far up Lagoon? There's something there. Out of the bright moonlight, I can't make it out. I've got the telescope from my saddlebag column. Ah, you got it. In a moment, Totto returned with a strong telescope and the lone ranger focused it on the object they had seen. After studying the object a couple of moments, the lone ranger spoke. That's a robot, Totto. There's several men in it, but I can't make out how many. Heading for the island out there. You don't think anyone live on island? I'm sure no one does. Those islands are narrow and sandy. There's some trees and underbrush on the island opposite here that most of the others are completely barren. Let's ride up along the trail and see if we can find the place where that boat left the shore. Ah, that's a good idea. The lone ranger and Totto rolled up the coast trail for some distance. Then they pulled their horses to a slow pace. They must be near the point in which that boat put out Totto. That's right. Look closely for fresh marks along the trail that might turn off towards the beach. For a short distance, the two men rode along in silence with their eyes searching the ground. Suddenly, Totto spoke. Meet these fresh hook marks across the trail in Pumpton's swampy land. Yonder. Yes, and they head off towards the beach. We'll follow and see where they go. Come on, Totto. Yes, several horses stopped here and men dismounted. Ah, and then hook marks go along the beach. Till then. Someone evidently led them away. We'll find out where those marks lead to later. Let's walk closer to the water. Yes, the boat put off from here. There's the mark where it was drawn up on the sand. That's right. Boat not in sight now. I know. Go back now and trail those horses. The lone ranger and Totto found that the hook marks went along the beach a short distance. Then turned back and recrossed the trail into the swamp land inshore. They drew rain where the trail of the horses entered the swamp. Now, trail lost after it crossed into swamp. Yes, the men who used those horses must know a safe way through there. It would be dangerous for us to try. That's right. What do you think it all means? Totto, I've decided morose in his gang own those horses. Morose? Yes. I'd say the gang have a hideout either in the swamp or out on that island. So if the hideout camp is in the swamp, I don't understand why they bothered to rove over the island at all. Ah, unless them have bigger boat on the other side of the island to use for getaway if posse find hideout in the swamp. Maybe a large boat does put it on the other side of the island, Totto. That gives me the idea that morose might be responsible for the counterband being sneaked into Texas. I think we'll have a showdown with Juan Morose and his gang sooner than we expected. The curtain 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. Now to continue. After deciding that the trail they had found was that of Morose and his gang, the lone ranger and Totto will return to their camp on the bluff. Dawn was breaking when the lone ranger who was on watch woke Totto. Hello. You awake? The boat is putting up from the island. We get to place where the boat come in. Yes, but we'll have to hurry. Let's get going. A short time later, the lone ranger and Totto arrived at the place where the hoof marks crossed the trail. They rode a short distance into the beach. The men dismounted and proceeded on foot, moving cautiously through the underbrush. When they reached the edge of the tall underbrush, the lone ranger signaled for a halt. There's a horseman, Totto. He's brought fire to saddle horses here to make that rowboat. Ah, rowboats, still long way out from shore. The man who brought the horses is watching the boat. We've got to sneak up and get the drop on him. Come on. Moving cautiously, the two men started toward the cave of horses. The man sitting in the saddle didn't know of their approach until they were only a few yards away. Then the masked man spoke sharply. Reach and don't move. What? Get off your horse. Holy mackerel, a masked owlboy. I said this mouth. All right, all right. We'll take him out where we left our horses, Totto. Hold on, I don't get this. You will. I'll take your cover first. Now start walking. Bring those horses, Totto. Now, me get him. With Totto bringing up the rear with the horses, the lone ranger walked the man back to the grove where they had left silver and scout. After tying up the outlaw, they secured the horses, then retraced their steps to the edge of the undergrowth near the beach. You think maybe men in boats see horses leave? No. I think they were too far out to notice. They stay hidden here at the edge of the brush until they land. Meantime, the men in the rowboat moved slowly across the lagoon. Juan Moros, sitting in the stern of the boat facing the beach, had been busy telling the men about his plans for a robbery. When he finished talking, they were about 200 yards from the shore. Juan looked up, scanning the beach. Then he spoke sharply. Where's the notice? Quit rowing. No matter what. The horses, they're not there. Hey, Juan's right. Maybe Gil's late this morning. Gil has never been a lady nose better than that. Well, what do you make of it, then? That I cannot say. Dusty, but we are not going to land. Tony brought around and head back to the island frontal. You think something's happened? I think maybe we'd be going into a trap, Juan. See, that's exactly what I think we're going back. Then what? The ship which has bring the contraband to the other side of the island will wait until tonight to set sail. Well, what's it got to do with us? We shall go on board and have it take us to Brownsville. There we get more horses. What about Gil? He must look out for himself. If nothing has happened, we meet him later, and I'll start rowing toward the island. Waiting in their hiding place on shore, the lone rain turned and Taubo saw the rowboat turn around and head back toward the island. Taubo, they turned around, they're going back. That's suspicious, I guess. What do we do? They must have some way to leave that island from the other side. I'm going to try to find a way to get over there. What do we do? Get Scout and ride to Corpus Christi. I understand there's a naval vessel still anchored there. Tell them you have reason to believe Juan Moros and his gang are going to make a getaway from the island on the Gulf side. Ah, here you go. If not, why? You be careful, Kim, honey. Adios. Adios. After Taubo had left, the lone ranger realizing the lagoon was too wide to swim went to the grove in Mounted Silver, then returning to the sandy beach, he rode along for some distance. He round to the point and saw a dilapidated boat landing, and decided on the sand was an old flat-bottomed boat partly filled with water. I guess we'd take a lot of bailing, but maybe with a piece of good wood for a paddle I could make it to the island. Worth a try anyhow. The lone ranger led Silver back into the trees, then returning to the beach, he tipped a boat to empty it of water, and pulling a narrow board from the old dark coral paddle. He shoved the boat into the water and headed for the island, ultimately paddling and bailing. Later that morning, in a shack on the Gulf side of the island, Juan and his men were preparing to leave to go aboard a small sailing vessel, which was anchored a short distance offshore. Did you get that stuff back on the ship, Dusty? Yeah. What's the rushin', packin' up our things? Thought you said the ship won't put out till sundown. I want everything on board right away, then we'll go on the ship too, so it's me ready to leave in case anything happens. Don't forget your fancy plume hat back there in your bunk warden. Sure, that would not do at all. I shall wear it to the ship, so it will not get messed up in my bag. Hey, the captain out there was thinking Admiral's coming aboard, huh, Dusty? There we go. There, now I am ready, Seniors. Tex and I have our packs. How about you, Dave? Yeah, I'm ready. You ready? Then come on, we'll roll out to the ship and wait for night time. Meantime, the lone ranger reached the island and cautiously made his way through the underbrush until he was in a position to see the shack and also the anchored ship a short distance from shore. As he reached his vantage point, Moros and the others were just getting into the rollboard. I was right. One of them is wearing a plume hat. Juan Moroson's gang got to get aboard that ship somehow and make sure it doesn't leave. The lone ranger waited in hiding for some time. Noon came and went. He could see the men moving about on the ship's deck for a while. Then he noticed only one standing at the stern and evidently intent upon scanning the waters of the gulf. The ship was brought side to the shore and the lone ranger decided to make an attempt to swim to the bow of the ship and use the anchor chain to get aboard. He cautiously made his way to some tall reeds along part of the shore, then slipped into the water after hiding his boots and gun belt while taking one gun with him. Here it goes. Nice to keep this gun dry somehow. Meantime, on board, Moros and the others lounged in the captain's cabin waiting for the time to depart. It would suit me better, Capitan, for us to sail now. It's too risky, Moros. Don't forget this contraband aboard. We won't sail until sundown unless we absolutely have to. All right. You are the boss of the ship. The stuffy in here. I'm going on deck with some air. I'll go with you. Yeah, what's the matter? Thought I saw somebody duck around the end of the cabin. I'll sneak along this side, get your gun handy, you sneak around the other side, now get going. The lone ranger had made his way aboard the ship and had started alongside the structure that housed the forward cabin. Just as he heard the cabin door opening he quickly ducked around the corner and waited gun in hand. He was about to start again when a gun was poked into his back and tech spoke. At that moment, Dusty stepped in front of the lone ranger. A golly, a masked ombre. Yeah, I got my gun in his back. What's the swamp out here? His clothes are all wet. Well, take him into the cabin. While I want to take that mask off him. See who he is. Why don't one of you do it now? Afraid? Listen to him. I got him covered, Tex. Rip that mask off his mug. All right. I'll keep the mask. Hey, let's go. Stop your gun, you. Like far I will. Take it. With a sudden shot, the lone ranger sent tech sprawling against Dusty and they both fell to the deck. That will stop you for a few minutes. As the two men fell, the lone ranger turned and ran. Just as the lookout in the stern shouted. It's fire! What's happening? Masked man aboard. He ran around the end of the cabin. Come off the anchor. He's got the ropes. It pulls the sails out. Amidst great excitement, the lone ranger appeared first one place, then another with knife in hand, cutting vital ropes and causing dismay and confusion. As the naval vessel bore down upon them, some of the crew cut the anchor rope and others managed to get one of the sails hoisted. Then another cry filled those aboard with greater dismay. The masked man. The ship moved out helplessly into the gulf waters and as the man of war came closer, the men began firing haphazardly. Then came a salvo of gunfire from the oncoming battle. The excitement, the masked man, was momentarily forgotten, even by Juan Moros. Until as the outlaw leader was about to go over the side, the lone ranger appeared beside him before he could go for his gun. You're not going any place, Moros? The masked hombre. It is you who disabled him. Well, thank you. That won't do it. That won't do it. The lone ranger's vicious blows began to wear him down. Juan looked around for help, but the others were too busy trying to fend off the boarding party from the man of war which had come alongside. I'll get this over with. A horrific blow to the chin and one to the side fell Juan Moros and he lay on the deck out cold, the plumbed half beside him. At that moment, the battle ended as the sailors swarmed aboard. This must be the masked man who told us about Admiral. You said the Indians heard about us? That's right, Admiral. He said you were going to try to get to the island. Some of the comets we heard, you did a lot of damage aboard this ship for one man. I did what I could to keep him from setting sail. By the way, I think this belongs to one of your fellow officers. What? Admiral, that's your plumbed half. And there's the outlaw who took it. Remarkable. But I never thought I'd engage in battle to get it back. That man you knocked cold as we approached must be the notorious Moros. That's right, sir. You have the rest of his men among your prisoners. This ship was running in contraband. Yes, I'm sure of that. Your Indian friend and some of my men rode back to the port where he left you. He told me some of the gang were camped in the swamp. That's right, sir. Well, have a boat, Lord. We'll take you ashore across from the good. The lone ranger first retrieved his boots and gun belt from the island, then was taken ashore accompanied by the Admiral. Tato was waiting on the beach with Silver. Nearby, armed sailors stood waiting with the rest of the gang. They captured in the swamp hideout. Thanks for bringing me ashore, Admiral. Looks like Tato and your men are on the other outlaws. They'll have them in the horses taken by land to Corpus Christi. I can't tell you how much we appreciate you. Well, that's not necessary, Admiral. That plume hat had to be redeemed, you know. Adios, sir. Adios. Have I met you? Let me please. One plume in a town. Imagine him being able to joke about that plume hat after all he's been through. Shade by the way, hey. I don't even know who he is. I do, sir. The Indian told me. He's the Lone Ranger. This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, created by George W. Trenville, produced by Trenville Campbell Enterprises, directed by Charles D. Livingston, and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer.