 The fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hyosilver, the lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, 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. Come on, Silver! Let's go, big foe! Are you still there? The ranger and his Indian companion, Toto, rode leisurely along the trail in the hills outside of the town of Hyrock. It's a warm day, Toto. I'll be glad to pitch camp and rest a bit. Ah, when we soon find good place for camp, Kimusavi, you think maybe we find outlaws? We've been trailing near Hyrock? I don't know. We've trailed them a long way. That's right. Maybe then the shots came around the bend ahead. Won't kill it! As the masked man and Indian galloped around the bend, they saw the stagecoach off to one side of the trail, stopped in a shallow gully. One of three outlaws was just malting, holding a sack he'd taken from the stage. We see three outlaws. Yes, they're leaving. They saw us coming. Use your guns, Toto. And get head start. And get them away. We'll have to stop at the stage. Close the doors, John. Open up. Open up. The driver's hurt. Come on. They've run off trail in the stream's red clay. Yes. I'll look at the driver. No one in coach. The driver must have been alone this trip. I'm really wounded, Toto. I'll have to get the stage out of this clay, and you can take it to town. No. Need to do it. The band is the driver's best we can until you get him to a doctor. I'll help you get started, then I'll try to trail those outlaws. After helping get the stagecoach back on the trail, and attending to the driver's wound, the Lone Ranger planned to meet Toto later on the edge of town. Get out there. Get out. Then as the Indian drove off with the stage, the masked man took up the trail of the three crooks. For about half a mile, the trail was clear. Then it ended where the three outlaws had gone into a shallow creek. Over, over. Easy. Not telling how far they'll go, keeping to the shallow water. I'd better go meet Toto and come back in the morning. Hold on. A short time later, the Lone Ranger met Toto on the edge of town, and the two men went into the hills and pitched camp for the night. Later that night, Toto returned to High Rock and entered the cafe, going to the back and watching the crowd. Before long, his attention was drawn to a man who entered alone. Something for you, mister? Yeah. Give me the best you got. Toto, come right up. You watch this color. You're in town, aren't you? Just passing through, sort of. I thought, Joe, you haven't seen you around. There you are. Good. Here's the money. Give change. Thanks. Here's to you. Have another? No, that's all. We're gonna be getting along. How do you... How do you... How do you... You have strange clay on boots. Me plumber. For some distance, Toto followed the man who had been in the cafe. The moon was bright and the wary Indian could easily keep his quarry in sight until he reached the foothills where the trail wound in and out among the boulders. Toto pulled Scout to a walk on the rocky trail. Easy Scout, easy plumber. Easy there. Suddenly, Toto was startled by the whine of a bullet. Stop where you are. I'll plug you. I got your cover from behind this boulder. A friend of mine is covering you from the boulder behind you. Reach and don't make a move. Ah, me have hands up. Here, come on. Here after. He saved some Indians. Yeah, I know. I saw him leave the cafe and wait for me to ride away. I let him follow me here to where I knew you were waiting for. I wonder what he followed you for. Don't know yet, but we'll sure find out. Get his gun while I keep him covered. Sure. Easy, boy. Easy there. Yeah, I got it. What's the idea of following me, Indian? Hmm, maybe me just come this way. You came this way, all right. But you came this way on purpose just to trail me. You think I'm stupid or something? Hmm, me not say. You gave your good answer on that one, Sam. Ah, shut up. Me and Fresh won't help him any. We'll take him to the shack and let Ramon talk to him. Get going, Indian. Right along the trail and the direction you were riding. Go on, get moving before I fill you with lead. Get him up, scoundrel. About half a mile of riding brought Tatto and the two men to a deserted prospector shack back in the foothills where they pulled to a stop. All right, you. Get down and go inside. He's got a steady one. Hang your head. The door's unlocked. Hey, Ramon, wake up. Ah, what? Oh, it is you, Sam. Ah, so you have brought company, eh? Yeah. This Indian followed me from the cafe in town. I was wise to it, but I let him onto where Pete was waiting. Then we jumped him. For why you followed his ombre from the cafe, Indian? Because me think him outlaw who holds up stagecoach. Me see clay on boots and me follow. Me sure now. The clay on... Eh, holy smoke. The red skinned smart Ramon. There is some of that clay on my boots at that. Yeah. You got down from your horse to grab the sack, remember? Quiet, Amigos. I am just thinking of something. What? This Indian. He must have been riding with that mask man on the white stallion who rode toward us as we left the stage today. There were two, remember that? Yeah. That's right. This Indian was the other rider. Their bullets came mighty close, too. And if we not stop at stage to help, you not get away. Perhaps, my friend. But we did get away. And now we have you here with us, no? Eh, me not stay long. Oh, I think you will, Amigo. Your stay with us will not be pleasant. Now that I know you were riding with that mask man today, it's come to me that Omri on the big white stallion really is. Yeah, who? He's the lone ranger, Amigos. Quiet, what's that? He must have trailed us to this vicinity. Jumping catfish. He's the one you told us always wears a mask and helps a lot. Exactly, my friend. This is the Indian who always rides with him. I am sure of that. And you say, my old class, we come this way to find. You not get away from lone ranger. See? He admits what Ramon says is true. He does ride with a mask man. Hey, maybe that mask man followed him here. Eh, see, that is possible, Sam. Maybe him outside, right now. Hey, what he said? Oh, he's just tried to make us worry, Peter. Ah, ah. Hey, uh, you have a gun. Go outside and look around, Amigo. Now, wait a minute. After all you told us about that mask, Omri, I don't want to take any chances. Even hear name of lone ranger make you outlaws nervous. Never mind about that, Indian. Just make sure you don't pull any tricks. I'll go outside and look around. No, no, wait. We all go outside and we take these Indian wheelers to keep your guns ready. Let's go. These gun is at your back, Indian. So be careful. Eh, that paint horse is a fine one, eh, Amigo? Yeah, he sure is. Come in handy, Ramon. He'll be better than abroad. You rise. No. No one else rides, Scout. Scout, you go get lone ranger. Go, Scout. Hey, David. I'll gun him. No, wait, Sam. Wait. He's got that paint horse train. See, I have heard him, Amigo. I have heard stories of their horses. And at one time when the Indian sent the paint horse away, the mask man could follow the trail back. That's not good. See, it is good. I was hoping the Indian would do just that. It proved already that the lone ranger's not nearby. Otherwise, the Indian would not send the horse away, no? Eh, that's good figure. Maybe. But the masked humbrail backtrack on that paint horse... See, of course, my friend. And the trail will lead right to this cabin. Only we shall not be in the cabin at all. This is part of my plan. I get it. We hide nearby and ambush the masked man when he comes snooping. That is exactly right, Senor Sam. Well, come. We will find a suitable hiding place. Then we will tie and gag the Indian and wait for the lone ranger. As time went on and Toto didn't return to camp, the lone ranger became concerned. He had saddled Silver in preparation to ride toward town and was about to mount when he heard fast approaching hoof beats. There must be Toto coming now. He seems to be in a big hurry. There's a scout with an empty saddle. Oh, oh, scout! Things happen to Toto. All right, scout. The backtrack the trail you made and take you along with us. Easy, sir. Come, scout. Though the moon was shining brightly, it took some time for the lone ranger to follow scout's back trail. It was just about dawn when he reached the rocky trail that led to the outlaw's cabin. The masked man pulled to a halt. The post got easy. What I might be riding into said a big flop. Better play it safe. After dismounting, the lone ranger stood for a moment looking around. Then moving off the trail, he began to advance slowly on foot, moving from one boulder to another. Finally looking from behind one of the boulders, he saw the cabin a short distance away. An empty prospector's cabin. Could be the hideout. There was no guard posted. There was no sign of life. I'll give a signal to let Toto know I've come here in case he's near. And I'll decide on the next move. I'm hidden in a gully a short distance from the cabin. The three outlaws waited with Toto, whom they had tied and gagged. One of them continually watched the cabin in case the masked man arrived. Don't look like he's come to the oral rooms. Perhaps the oars was not smart enough to find him. Wait, listen. It's a hoodar. Amigo, also it might be a signal, no? Signal? You mean? Quiet. We shall soon find out. I will answer. If we hear it again, we'll know. Wait, wait. Listen, senor. Listen. I know it. See, see. Yes, yes, come. Look at the Indian. That is how I guessed. By the way he lifted his head to listen the first time. And now, amigos, we will soon have that masked man in our trap. 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. Lone Ranger had come within sight of the cabin and deciding to let Toto know he was near in case his Indian friend was within hearing distance. The masked man's signal with a hoot of an owl. The clever outlaw leader Ramon had seen Toto stir when he heard the signal and guessed that it was the Lone Ranger. The masked man was too wise to ride up to the cabin. That signal came from beyond the clearing in front of the cabin. What are you going to do? I don't like him being so close from home. By this time, of course, he knows we are not in the cabin. He could tell the signal I give in reply did not come from inside. Now you'll come looking for us. No, my friend. I will go looking for him right now. You keep your guns handy, your eyes open. Adios. When the Lone Ranger heard the answering signal, he was immediately suspicious. The two hoots of an owl that he had heard in reply to his were not according to the plan he and Toto had worked out. Toto would have answered with only one hoot. The Lone Ranger also knew the answering signal hadn't come from within the cabin. He stood for a moment trying to figure out the situation. Well, the outlaws must have answered my signal. That means they expected me in replying to trap me. I have to think fast. But it's for sure Toto wasn't tied up in that cabin. Stover's giving a warning. Moving cautiously, the Lone Ranger made his way back toward the spot where Silver and Scout were waiting. When he was a few yards away from the horses, a voice spoke from behind a large boulder. Reach, senior! Do not turn around! Instinctively, the masked man raised his hands and stood still. As Ramon emerged from behind the boulder and approached slowly with pointed gun. This gun, she's ready to put a bullet into your back, senior. Ah, the faint horse is most smart, no? That's right. But you, you have come so nicely into my trap, senior. Already my two partners have your Indian friend tied up and waiting in the gully, beyond the cabin. First I shall take your guns, then we go to them. As Ramon talked, the Lone Ranger slightly moved his hand in a signal to Silver, who stood to his right. The intelligent stallion caught the signal from his master. Slowly, the big horse walked forward. Ah, so your horse is coming to you. He does not know of your dangers, senior. Maybe not. Silver moved close to the Lone Ranger's side and seemingly reached out to nuzzle his sleeve. Then, as Ramon stretched forth a hand to take the Lone Ranger's guns, the mask man spoke sharply. Now, Silver. Ah, caramba. I'll take that gun. Good work, Silver. All right, get to your feet and keep quiet. Get up. You see, senior, to think Ramon Toro should be tricked. Shoes are not as smart as you thought you were, Toro. No. I have heard of you, senior. And I have also heard you do not shoot to kill. Tough, huh? I'll fix you, senior. I'll quiet you down, Toro. Time and leave him here for the moment. Here's my lariat here. The others didn't hear that scuffle. Pull your hand around here. This one. That'll hold him. Now I've got to get the other two he spoke of. Hmm. The small makeup kitten, my saddlebag. Using that and taking his hat and jacket. Maybe I could. It's a long chance that it might work. It'll work fast. Back in the gully, Sam and Pete waited for Ramon to return. Ten more minutes went by. Then Pete spoke. Hey, Sam. I wonder what happened to Ramon. He can take care of himself. Maybe he was wrong about that being the masked man. Yeah, I hope so. I don't like having that outbreak after us. Especially being so close. Why don't you go and see if you can find Ramon? I'll stay here with the Indian. Who? Me? Go out there. What's the matter? He yelling? Hey, look. If that masked gunber is stalking around out there, I don't want to run into him. I don't be a fool. Ramon would run onto him with most likely a herd gunplay by now. Yeah, but just to say... All right, all right. You stay here and I'll go out and hunt for Ramon. I'm tired of playing God to this tight-up Indian anyway. Sure, sure. You go, Sam. I'll keep watch on the Indian. If by any chance the Manchman should sneak up on you, just put your gun against the Indian's head and tell him you'll shoot if he makes any move toward you. And yell for us. Hey, I never thought of that. Maybe after all I've been a gun... He wanted to stay here, so now you're staying. I'll go out and find Ramon. I'll see you. Leaving the gully, Sam, with gun ready, moved slowly and carefully in the direction which Ramon had taken. All seemed quiet. As he moved from boulder to boulder, he glanced nervously about him. The sun had come up, and the twittering of the bird seemed to give him confidence. Finally, he paused beside a boulder and called out cautiously. Hey, Ramon. Ramon! I'm over here. Gosh, I'm glad I found you. But I don't see you. Where are you? As Sam stood staring, the lone ranger moved silently around the other side of the boulder and came up behind him. Am I behind you, Senor? Huh. You scared me. Hey, what is this? You look something like Ramon, but... But I'm not. Why, you are something. I'll take him back in time up at Toro. That's too down and one to go. Hope my luck holds out until I get to Toro. Five minutes went by as Pete waited beside Toro in the gully. He hadn't noticed the scuffle between the lone ranger and Sam, and he sat with gun in hand ready for what might happen. Suddenly, he heard a voice calling in a low tone a short distance away. Senor! Senor! There's Ramon peeking out from behind that big rock over there. What's up, Ramon? The Indians seem to bring him over here. The ironies boulder. Sure. Did you sight the mask, Ambrie? I didn't go well in hands, Senor. But I bring the Indians. Be right there. I'm going to cut the cords from your feet, Indian. Now get up, you're coming with me. Come on. Over here. Come here quick. Come on, Indian. Here he is. Hey, why did you... Made of something wrong here. You want Ramon? All right, I'm not. Now untie Tuddo and take the gag from his mouth. I'll take your gun. Are you... You must be the Ambrie who's supposed to wear a mask. This disguise hooded my purpose better right now. Hurry up. Sure, sure. There are the gags on you. Me know you can't hear Kim. Now your hands. Now look, Mr. Honest, I wasn't going to hurt the Indian friend. Ramon was... Shut up. Time, Tuddo. Me, you same cords. Me afraid them see you and shoot from ambush. There. Thanks to Scott and Silver, things have worked out my way, Tuddo. Get over there behind the next boulder. Your two friends are waiting. Ramon and Sam, tied hand and foot. Yes. Now, Tuddo, tie his feet and put him in the others. You can ride to town and get the... Well, listen. Somebody come in. Kim is coming. It's Sheriff and Posse. They may be hunt outlaws. That saves you a trip to town, Tuddo. I'll put my mask back on now. There are Toro's hat and jacket. What we do? Wait for Posse? No, no use trying to make explanations. They'll find these three crooks tied and ready to take back to J.U. The Sheriff will know Toro on site. There have been plenty of handbills out about him. Here's Silver. Come on, come on. Realizing that the Sheriff and the Posse were coming, the lone Ranger and Tuttle mounted Silver and Scout and headed up the trail away from the place where they had left the three outlaws tied hand and foot. A moment later, the Posse came around the bend in time to get a glimpse of the masked man and Indian leaving in the distance. Hey, there goes Toro! Hey, look here. The Yambres tied up like chickens for market. One of them looks like Toro. Thunder it is Toro. I don't get this at all. What count is we got Toro and two of his men. He's coming too. Must have been knocked out. Ramon Toro, he's done for. Yeah, you fool. And he got Sam and me too. You were so smart and all. Look, Sheriff, while we're standing here listening to these crooks, those other two are getting away. Somebody better get going after them. That masked man and Indian have a couple of fast horses, looks like. The masked man and the Indian, but the law, why should it chase them and send your Sheriff? It's because while I'm Sheriff here, this county is going to be rid of the likes of you, Ramon. And that goes for those two. Ah, that Sheriff's almost as big a fool as you are, Ramon. What do you mean by that, you ordinary crook? Ramon is a fool because we were three against one. And yet he let that masked hombre get the best of us. We already had the Indian tied and helpless. What's he talking about anyway, Sheriff? How gone do I know? Oh, ask Ramon. Maybe he'll tell you what I mean. Well, Toro, just what does this hombre mean? He's very simple, Sir Sheriff. We have get the Indian and have him tied and gagged. He sent his paint horse to get help. Send his horse, did you say? See, of course. And he was the big white stallion that knocked me down when I had the drop on the masked man. This gets more mystifying by the minute. I don't savvy. We don't get after those two. No, it is no mystery, Senor. And it's foolish for you to trail them. You will savvy about the horses, too. When I tell you the hombre who left with the Indian, the masked man and the big white stallion, he is on the side of the law, three against one, and yet he is win out and catches all. Now, wait a minute. On the side of the law, you say? Now, I know. But, of course, Senor, he is the unbeatable Lone Ranger. Lone Ranger. This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, created and produced by George W. Trenville, directed by Charles D. Livingston and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer.