 Fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hockey-hio silver! The long 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. No where in the pages of history can one find the 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 Boar Silver! The lone ranger rides again! The ranger and Tuttle had written hard to reach San Pedro, the main community in San Pedro County. It was after dark when they grew rain in the shelter of trees a hundred yards behind the sheriff's office. They left their horses at ground hitch and moved on foot toward the lighted building. We're in luck, Tuttle. Sheriff Dawson is still in his office. Ah, let me see two men through the window. Yes, and they're both wearing a badge. One must be the deputy. He must have been. Yes. You think Sheriff Dawson can pay a fulsome gang? The podry said fulsome controls San Pedro County. I want to learn what Sheriff Dawson has to say about that. I'm going into that office and stir things up. And we go? No. We wait in darkness beneath that open window so you can hear what's said after I leave. I'll wait for you in the trees where we left the horses. Be savvy. All right, get over to that window. I'll go through the back door. Hey, who's it? Sheriff, I want to talk to you. Max! You too, deputy. Hold it! Where? Finish that draw and we'll have some gunplay. All right, you get the job, owners. Draw your gun slowly and drop it to the floor. You too, deputy. Quickly. You're trying to make trouble for yourself. You've come to the right place. Got the guns. I'll kick them this way. Thanks. I'll drop them outside when I leave. Mr. here, I don't want any trouble. I don't ask what you want, Sheriff. I came here to talk about Jim Fulsome. Jim Fulsome? Is he a friend of yours? No. He's a crook, a thief and a killer. He's wanted by the law in the next county. Sheriff Doddworth wants him. You know Sheriff Doddworth, don't you, Dawson? Who are you to ask me questions? Didn't Doddworth come here to see you? Didn't he want your help in putting Fulsome in jail? And didn't you turn him down? I keep order in San Pedro. Let other lawmen do the same in their own communities. Fulsome leads a gang of crooks that operate all over this part of the state. They make San Pedro their headquarters because they're safe here. Safe to go out and commit crimes to add to their wealth and power. Left alone, they become more powerful than the law. They'll take over the entire territory. They can't help you. Yes, you can. You hated crooks as a good lawman should. You'd make San Pedro too hot for them. You'd jail them for vagrancy when they had no visible means of support. You'd crack down on them for gambling. You'd cooperate with the lawmen in other counties. There are many ways to put crooks out of business if you want to. At the last resort, you could send for Texas Rangers. There she is. Fulsome and the other crooks find sanctuary here because you let them. Any time there's a crime committed in San Pedro, I'll get the footage you committed and they'll pay in full. Aside from that... I'm going to find out if you mean that. You're going to find out? I'll leave your guns outside. You better keep this door closed for a minute or so after I leave. You open this door up here at the back window. I might think you're trying to get me and start shooting. Boy, that only fasts... Shut up, deputy. Telling us to keep the door closed. I'll take this rifle and let that critter know he's tanglin' with the law. Hey! Hey, he filled my hand. He warned you. I'll leave the door closed as he said. He was back and toward the trees over, young man. Yes, he sure called. But the way he talked and took our guns and shut my hand. Hang it hard, deputy. We know he gave us the two facts. Folsom is head of a gang of crooks. But what can we do about it? I don't even know all the members of his gang. If I try to move against Folsom, some of the gang will get me. But Folsom gave his word that there'd be no crimes in San Pedro as long as he ran. That's another point. If Folsom and some of his pals went to jail, the rest would break loose in San Pedro and there'd be more trouble than anyone could handle. This whole gang could be captured at one time. No chance of that. Besides, Folsom has spent a lot of money doing favors for people around here. He's well-liked. There's no question about that. It'll be hard to find a jury to sit on a case against him. And, deputy, I am hoping the best man goes for Jim Folsom. And I hope he gets him. Todd will listen at the rear window for some time, then move silently away in the darkness to join the Lone Ranger and tell what he had heard. I know I sure if Dawson doesn't dare move against Folsom without an airtight case, and he can't get an airtight case. Folsom, not break law in San Pedro. I know what I was waiting for you. I thought over several plans. They're going to try one of them. And what you do? I'm going to play the part of an outlaw. The mask will help. That's right. You're going to pose as my enemy. And what we do? When the Padre told me about the situation here in San Pedro, he gave me the names of several leading citizens on whom I might call for help. I have a letter signed by the Padre, introducing me to the banker, the storekeeper, and the express office manager. You call on them? I'll call on all three tonight. At midnight, we'll make the fourth call. And where we go then? We'll call on big Jim Folsom, and we'll probably find him in the cafe. Keeping out of sight of everyone who might be in the town's main street, the lone ranger made three calls. He showed the Padre's letter to the banker, the express office manager, and the storekeeper. Then he rejoined Tato. Now, Tato, we're ready for the fourth call. You look in cafe. Jim Folsom there right now. That's where we're going. Remember the part you're going to play? Jim Folsom sat at a corner table in the cafe with a fifty-eyed man, whose description was on reward notices in several counties. Which he did all right with that whole 11 pine flats. Thanks. Yeah, you handle that job pretty straight. You turn all the cash over to me? I wouldn't try to hold out on your boss. All right. You stay here in San Pedro for the time being. You won't be bothered by the law here. What's the next job? Newton is over in Wheatonville, sizing up the bank. He might need cleaning out. Meanwhile, I'm working on some other plans. I'll let you know when I'm ready. You were planning carefully. Yeah, that's why the men who work for me stay out of jail. As long as they know who is boss, they stay healthy and prosperous. Get away! Who's the boss? The man's man. The first man to go for a gun gets hurt. Oh, Jimmy! No! I said the first man to go for a gun would get hurt. That goes to the second and third man also. Who will be next? Boss, who is that? I don't know, butch. I'm not one of my men. All of you lie enough facing that wall. Listen to me, butch. When you move to the wall, you get your gun out. I'll try to cover the move. Yes, sadly, Mr. Fulton. You there. Enter the cash box into this flower sack. All right, all right. I'm doing it. You too. Get over to the wall with the others. Step lightly. All right. We're moving. We're moving. I turned fast. We'll go a shot into a butch. Here goes. No! Butch moved fast. As he turned and fired, but the masked man was even faster. His gun spoke a split second ahead of the outlaws. The bullet hit butch in the shoulder with force that spun him off his feet. I'll accommodate anyone else who wants gunplay. My shoulder? I'll hurry with that cash. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. I'll get you. The lone ranger standing near the door kept everyone covered with guns that had already spoken with amazing accuracy. Most of the men faced the wall with their hands up resorted, but butch who lay groaning on the floor and Fulton, who half turned his head, saw Tato appear at an open window near the door. They saw the Indian come through the window soundlessly and approached the masked man from the rear. No one suspected that Tato's moves were part of the lone ranger's carefully worked out plan. Then Tato leaked. Let me get him! No, you don't see! Tato would leak on the masked man's back with the lone ranger jerk free. His gun barked. Several lamps were smashed, and in the confusion that followed, the masked man leaped through the door. See, get after him! Grab him! I've got a horse outside. Tato was staggering. It didn't seem intentional as he momentarily blocked the way for men who had whipped out their guns. By the time the men got outside, the masked man and his waiting horse were gone into the night. Several of the men from the cafe had taken off in pursuit of the lone ranger, but Jim Fulton remained in the cafe to talk to Tato. Why didn't you shoot that masked man instead of try to jub him? He wanted him alive. He owed plenty to Mask Man. Ah, he wanted to torture him, huh? Isn't that right? He'd catch Mask Man someday. I'm downright obliged to you. You saved my money. He saved all of my money. Mask Man had poisoned fast with a gun, but I'd get square with him someday to shoot me. I know how the engine feels. I'd like to get him alive. Me follow Mask Man long time, and someday, me catch him. You can follow his trail, huh? Good. I'll see that you get lots of help, engine. Now on, you're working for me, Jim Fulton. It was late at night, but a light still burned in Sheriff Dawson's home. The lawman placed the floor, and there was a dark scar on his face. When he heard a rap on the door, he turned quickly and muttered. He'd been shied, warned, and said another robbery, then reported. Well, where'd the Mask Man? Good evening, Sheriff. You went. You were the Mask Man. Steady. You know better than to go for a gun. Where'd he go? I'll step inside. I waited until most people were in bed, but I can't take a chance on some night out seeing me in your doorway. What are you up to? The banker, the storekeeper, the express agent. They've all been here to say you called on them. I thought you might be getting reports. Did you hear from the cafe? Not directly, but one of the boys said you were there, too. Nearly got caught because of a red skin. Well, you're not going to get away with this. Was the banker, or either of the others, say I robbed them? No, but... What did they say? Well, that I'd be healed from you. I told them I'd call on you. Now, if you'll sit down and relax, I'll put my gun away. We can talk better. Talk! Both of them and all of his men should be jailed. There's a flat chance. Sheriff Doddsworth would jail them if he could catch them in his county. They're too smart to get caught there. You can help by running known crooks out of San Pedro County. What do you suppose would happen to me if I got rough with any of Wilson's men? I'll tell you, the rest of the gang would get me. You might make sure none of the gang was left to get you. What are you hitting at? Sheriff Doddsworth and I called on three of the most prominent towns of the night. Showed them a letter from the Padre. Because of that letter, they trusted me. I'll show it to you. If you trust me, you'll listen to me. We may be able to put the whole Folsom gang out of business. Uh, here's the letter. Why didn't you talk this way when you came to my office instead of coming at me like you did? Yesterday I didn't know that you actually wanted to smash the crooks. Now, please read the letter. 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. To continue, Sheriff Dawson read the letter the Lone Ranger had shown the townsmen that night. He paused frequently to glance up at the tall masked man who waited patiently and quietly. When he had finished, the loman rose from his chair and offered his hand as a gesture of cooperation. The following morning, Jim Folsom was in his house with two of his men and Tutto when Sheriff Dawson entered. I would have seen it, Wilson. Well, speak fast, Sheriff. I'm busy. You said things would stay peaceful in my county. Yeah, what about it? Well, last night things weren't so peaceful. We were talking about that masked man who came to the cafe. That's not the only place he went. Before he went to the cafe, the masked man went to the bank, the where-as-far-go office, and the general store. Making any other served notice that something has to be done and fast. If I don't get that masked man, then it's just I call for United States Marshal's, the Texas Ranger. If you think that masked man's working for me, you can... Now listen, Sheriff, I'm more anxious to get him than you are. I'll see that he's found. How are you going to find him? Leave that to me. And take my word for it, you won't need to call in any Marshal's or Rangers. Now get out of here and let me get to work. Oh, that's Wilson. But remember what I told you? I'll remember. Oh, then, ancient, last night you said you'd work for me. May follow, masked man's trail. Yeah? Well, that's what I want. Boys who were old after him last night came back empty-handed. Engine, you said you could follow his trail and daylight. Well, maybe me get him. Maybe not. What do you mean by that? You're going to start backing down? Masked man got plenty of friends. Gag, huh? How do you know? I may see plenty on Masked Man's trail. Sometime me get plenty close. But find Masked Man with friends. Yeah, we can get help, can't we, boss? Can you ride and shoot with advantage shoulders? Sure thing. I can shoot with my left hand. Now Stacy's here in town, so is Limpy. You and Joe here make four and I'll ride with you. That's five. Masked man got more than five friends. How many? I don't mean that to know. Well, about how many? Six, seven, nine, ten? Maybe ten. Maybe twelve. Well, in that case, I'll have to get all my boys together. You said Newton was away. He's studying the bank. Yeah, and I'll send Limpy over to get him. You want me to get all the men who are in town? Yeah, and get them all together. And, uh, butch, you tell Limpy to go to Wheatonville and be back with Newton by noon. Right. We'll start out by noon. Well, that meant enough to put that Masked Man his old gang out of business. Sure will. We have a safe place here in San Pedro as long as there's no crime. That Masked Man stirred up a hornet's nest last night. And it's up to us to find them and put them out of the way. Folsom's men were assembled and ready to start out at noon. Meanwhile, Tata would pick up the Lone Ranger's tracks at the edge of town. Folsom's men were assembled and ready to start out at noon. Meanwhile, Tata would pick up the Lone Ranger's tracks at the edge of town. The Indian led the way followed by Jim Folsom and eleven ruthless killers who were heavily armed and equipped with supplies for a long trail. The trail was straight across the plains. Then it wound through mountains. At sunset, Tata pointed to a place where the solitary rider had been joined by several other horsemen. Darkness overtook Folsom's men and their Indian guide. They camped for the night and set out again at daybreak. The tracks were clear throughout the morning. At noon, the outlaws camped briefly for a meal. Mid-afternoon found them in desolate, unfamiliar country. We're a long way from San Pedro. Yeah, but we're closer to that masked man in his pals. That's what counts. You sure of that? Yeah. The Indian pointed out a little while ago how the tracks were sharper and newer. One hour later found Tata leading the way through hilly country. He was some distance ahead of Folsom and the other crooks. Presently, he halted, dismounted, and studied the tracks that led through a narrow pass. He looked to the east beyond the pass, then leaped to the saddle and rode back to meet the gang. Folsom saw Tata and stopped his men. Rain boys. Looks like the Indian has news. What's up, engine? I've got good news. Masked man and gang camped up ahead. How do you know? And up beyond it, tracks may turn to right. Big cave near there. A cave? We see cave. See nine horses tied outside, including the white one, the masked man rode. Uh-huh. White horse there, too. Good for you, engine. You've done a fine job. All right, just one, boys. And tell me, engine, just what the situation looks like. A trail goes through pass. Tata described the rock-studded valley beyond the pass and told Folsom about a cave not far to the east. He described the nine horses that were at ground near the cave and the huge boulders nearby. However, he did not mention the fact that the lone ranger was behind one rock with Dawson, the San Pedro sheriff, as well as Sheriff Doddsworth. The masked man was speaking. Folsom's gang will be here in a few minutes. You saw Tata was sick, didn't you? Yes. I made him take the cue from me. How about the men you brought, Sheriff Doddsworth? They're just waiting for the word to go. If we start gunplay, they'll follow suit. With the cook's surrender and we close him to make a rest, they'll be with us. They'll watch me from the rocks to Sheriff. Good. Sheriff Dawson, I'm downright grateful for this help. When I asked you for help before, you gave me such a turn down I thought you were in cahoots with the Folsom outfit. I'll tell you more about that later, Doddsworth. The fact is, when you came to my place early this morning and told me about this trap, I thought it was a trick of some sort. I'd still think so if I could figure any way you'd profit by leading me into a trap, or why the Folsom gang would want me out of the way. Better say the talk for later. Tata will come in a few seconds. I'm ready. Do you know who's the play we get in mind? Yes. You bring the cooks in the view near the cave and we can cover them from behind these rocks. And if they resist, which same I hope they do, we'll start the gunplay. They sure hope there's no slipper. While the lawman waited tensely, Tata would talk to Folsom and saw a deep scar on the face of the leader. If you leave horses here, go on foot through paths. Let me show you how to get to them. You've done a fine job bringing us here. From now on I'll take the lead. You show how to get close to cave, wait near emphasis. And get shot by the mask man and his friends inside the cave, is that it? No one in cave see you. Be sure of that. Your idea is to wait near the cave. Then what? Get followed when they come out. How long would we have to wait? Maybe not long. Yeah, it might be hours. I don't hang it away. Let's rush the cave and blast the place. Now shut up, I'll do the planning. You show your... Engine, I said I do the planning. Come on, man. We'll get to the paths. All right. What's your plan, boss? The engine said there were nine horses. That means nine men. Well, before we enter the valley, we'll open fire on the horses. No! What's the matter with you, engine? You will not shoot horses. Why not? When we place away the men, the cave will see their horses dropping. Now come on fast, we can drill them. That's not good. It is good. It's a slick idea. There's only one thing. What if all nine of the men don't come out of the cave? Then either stay behind it, it'll be hard to get. Any we don't get will be left without a horse. They can't travel far on foot. I'll offer them the chance to come out and maybe join my outfit. Stay in the cave and starve. I had no more talk now. We'll get them close to the pass. Toto knew that the Lone Rangers plan depended on getting the Folsom Gang to approach the mouth of the cave. He hadn't counted on Folsom's veto of the suggestion. He knew that the outlaws opening volley of gunfire would take the lives of several horses, including the Lone Rangers' mighty stallion, the Great Horse Silver. Toto felt that he had left the masked man down. He didn't consider the fact that he had done his best, the fact that he could not be blamed. Just one fact assailed his brain. His mission was a failure. He was silent as he walked beside Folsom at the head of the group of outlaws to the end of the pass. I didn't stop here, boys. Toto watched the outlaws creep forward with their rifles ready. All of you get set. When I give the word open fire on those horses, I'll take the white one. Toto saw the mighty Silver standing a hundred yards away, wholly unaware of the weapons that would presently send bullets through his proud head and gallant heart. Toto heard the rifles being cocked. I'm set. Me too. Life suddenly became unimportant to Toto. Throwing caution to the winds, he cried out wildly as he leaped. He threw himself on Folsom's rifle and forced the barrel down. Hey, look, old fool, get on the way. The outlaws were surprised and off-balance. For an instant, they didn't know what to make of Toto's attack. Toto, meanwhile, grabbed Folsom in his strong arm. Come on off, kill him off me. Come on, men. Look over there. The mask man is dead. They weren't in the cage. The engine tricked us. Get the Redskins. Get the double crossing Redskins. Hey, let's serve them. And deputies. Let them have it. Led by the lone ranger, the sheriffs and their deputies advanced from rock to rock, returning the outlaws' fire. Toto clutched Folsom in a grip of steel and hung on despite Folsom's struggles. No one dared fire at the Indian for fear of hitting the leader. One man raised his gun as a club. He was about to crash on Toto's head. When a silver bullet from the lone ranger's gun smashed the hand that held it. Outlaw after outlaw dropped before the deadly shooting of the lawman. Several deputies went down as well. Toto fought to exhaustion, but finally dropped under the rain of blows. By that time the fight was nearly over. Folsom turned and tried to run. He went down with a bullet in the leg. The surviving outlaws threw down their gun. The wounded men were cared for, and the prisoners were tied. Toto regained consciousness after his many bruises and one bullet wound were treated by the lone ranger. The Indian grinned gamely at his tall mast friend. You'll be all right, Toto. That's a miracle you weren't killed. Silver all right. Yes. One of the sheriffs men just brought him to the forces. The outs also been brought up. Help me. Be right now. Good for you, Toto. I'll see you here, Sheriff Dawson. You can't arrest us. You've got no chance. I will, but Sheriff Dodson will say. Don't go on right. There's plenty against you and your men, Folsom. Save your breath, Dodson. This isn't your territory. That's where you're wrong. Toto led you crooks in such a roundabout way you didn't know where you were. You crossed into my county about five miles from here. Why are you that double-crossing Indian? Look at him. He's leaving with a mask man. He said he wanted to get the mask man. Yes, his job's done. So's the mask man. Fool you, Folsom. Fool you and help the law get your whole dog gone gang. Hey, Sheriff Dawson. About that mask man. I took him on your say so. But just who is he? I'll tell you that way. He's the man who showed me how to trap the whole Folsom gang. He's the Lone Ranger. This feature of the Lone Ranger incorporated, created by George W. Trenville, produced by Trenville Campbell Enterprises and directed by Charles D. Livingston. Tonight's drama was written by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beemer.