 A fiery horse with speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, the Lone Ranger. When the western United States was first opened to settlers, gun law ruled the range. The coming of the railroad was a civilizing influence, but it was the masked rider of the planes who did most to bring law and order to the frontier. Astride his great horse, Silver, he fought crime and criminals through the length and breadth of seven states, and the memory of his deeds will remain with us as long as the memory of the early west itself. Return with us once more to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Limpid Davis led one of the most daring bands of outlaws in the west. Rufeless himself, he demanded the same quality in his men. As our story opens, we see them crouched in a clump of trees near the newly opened railroad line. A pile of logs has been placed on the track, and as Limpid steps out of cover and looks toward the east, he says, What's the time, Web? Most ten o'clock. And that choo-choo train ought to become along right soon. Let's do now, Limpid. Yeah, and it's bringing us about ten thousand dollars. Yeah, I figure the Stevens will pay that much cash? Play him right, they will. They ain't got no other kin but this young fella on the train. They'll leave in everything they got to him. You'll be worth that much, all right? Seems darn funny, they ain't never seen him before. There ain't nobody around here ever seen him. His father and old Jake Stevens' brothers. But they fought about something while I was a couple of young bucks, and they never had anything to do with each other's hints. And now he's going to come into everything they own? Some ombres have all the luck. You won't think he's so lucky when he meets up with us. Yeah. What in blazes is keeping that train anyhow? What I'm worrying about is whether the fellers in the engine will see the logs we piled on the track and time to stop without wrecking the train. Don't worry, they'll see them in plenty of time. And another thing. Are we going to know this fella ridged Stevens when we meet up with him? We're located. We got to search everybody that's riding the cars. Besides, Lamrod, he was a tall young fella with sort of sandy hair. It's a swell description. You'd worry if he had cash in a bank. Yeah. If I knew you fellers was anywhere around. There's the train. Yeah, you can see it coming around the far bend. Gosh. Just think of traveling without a horse. You fellas know just what you're to do? Yeah, we know. Arvin Shorty will hold a gun on the two fellas in the engine. Mac, you and Ray will see that nobody gets a shot at webbing me when we board the train. Yeah. And you, Pete, you'll bring up the horses as we make a getaway fast. All right. Everything's straight, boss. See, it better be. The fella that makes a mistake will have me to deal with. Gosh, ain't they going to see them, Lord? There won't be so old-fired pigeony. Keep out of sight, you fellas. The train stops. I've seen the logs, all right. Sure did. Just hold still. He'll be stopping soon. They'll stop right about here. Oh, they say everyone's covered, Lord. It's locked the rails. Hey, look out, Lord. They got us covered. Don't let anybody go first. Shoot, Lyons. Get them hands up. Go ahead, Mr. We got the drop on them. We'll get aboard and go through the car. Yeah. Keep your gun handy. We're doing all right. There's only one jet we're looking for. The rest of you stay where you are and keep your hands in the air. We got a hurry, boss. Now, which one of you is Rich Stevens? Come on, speak up. If you don't, I'll search everybody here. I'm Rich Stevens. What do you want me for? Come here. I asked you a question. And I'm giving you an order. Step up here before I shoot. Try and get me. After him, where? Don't shoot. We want him alive. We won't get away. Grab him. Jump for him. I'll give you a hand. I couldn't help it. Let me hit his head against the seat when he went down. If he's dead, I'll... Honestly, I can feel his heart beating. You sure got a bad cut in his head. That ain't bleeding much. Pick him up. We got to get moving. Here, I'll give you a hand with him. Got him? Yeah. Pete's brought up the horses. They're just outside. You can throw this fellow across your saddle. All right, boss. I'll show you the steps. I can make it. What do you do with that fellow? You're rotten drugs? You weren't so many on the field. The sheriff will be after you, fellas. Ready to go, fellas? Yeah. You ready, Mr. Stephen Swift? I'm ready. Get in there. Back to care, fellas. Now get moving. Yeah. Come on. Word of the train holed up and the kidnapping of a passenger soon spread. Among those who heard the story was the lone ranger, who, with his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, determined to investigate. In the meantime, the sheriff and his deputies had scoured the country for a clue to the outlaws, but without success. We see the sheriff now in his office at Sue Rapids. A deputy is with him. You know, Herb, my idea is it was Limpie Davis and his gang that did this job. You don't know anybody else around these parts with nerve enough? But why in Tarnation did they do it? You got me. Ain't much doubt about what it was Jake Stephen's nephew them outlaws captured. The folks on the train recollected the outlaws calling him Ridge Stephen. But if it's cash them crooks want for Ridge, why in blazes don't they send some word? Jake ain't heard nothing. Not a dog gone solitary thing. Maybe it's just that they had something to get him. They wouldn't be likely to hold up a train just for a grudge. Don't sound reasonable. And it's four days since it happened. Maybe we'll find out someday. Someday? By the great horn toad. If we don't learn something, Ponto, we're going to be in hot water for sure. Jake's so mad he's fit to be tired. Well, yeah, can't blame him much. I ain't blaming him, I'm just... We've got a visitor. Come on in. Ridge Stephen, well, I'll be darned. Ponto, Ponto won't make talk. Yeah, what's on your mind? Maybe you tell Ponto about Outlaw. Outlaw? What Outlaw? Tell her, stop the train. You got clue? What's it to you if I have or not? Maybe Ponto helped you. You know anything about it? No, Ponto not no. What do you make of it, Sheriff? I got a notion. Say, Incident. Who sent you here? Friend and Ponto. Your friend, huh? Your friend's name wouldn't be Limpy Davis, would it? That's not it. Sheriff, I'll bet it is. Limpy's smart. It'll be just like him to send the red skin here to find out what we know. You make plenty big mistake. Yeah? Well, we'll find out about this. Should I jail him, Sheriff? We will if he won't talk. You will not jail me. Where's Limpy? Ponto not know. You lie. Hope with it, you fool cat. We savvy your game and you're going to talk. Ponto not talk. Why? You need me now. Stay where you are. Shoot him. He's resisting arrest. I'll blast it. My hand. A mask fella shot through the window. A mask man? I've seen him just for a second. He only hit my gun. Let's get after him. Him and the engine must have been together. Well, they are. Shoot. I missed him. And look at him travel. Now, we know Doggone will who stopped that train. If it wasn't that mask fella, I'll eat my boo. In the outlaws camp, it had been discovered that red Stevens was seriously injured. For four days, he lay unconscious. And then, on the morning of the fifth, he stirred restlessly. Limpy stood over him, watching. Maybe he's coming too. What was that, boss? Look at him. This is the first time in life he's shown since we brought him to camp. By golly, he's coming out of it. Wait. But I... Wait, I tell you. Hey, you. Can you hear me? Who's that? He can hear you, Limpy. How do you feel, fella? Gosh, help me to sit up, won't you? Here. I'll give you a hand. Thanks. Hey, what am I doing here? I reckon you ain't forgetting what happened over to the railroad. Huh? Oh. What railroad? My gosh, you must have got a bump on your head. Be hog-eyed. Think of forgetting that. I don't know what I'm doing here, but I reckon I better be getting home. You're a long way from home, fella. Well... Hey, that's a funny thing. Huh? Why, I can't recollect where I live. Huh? I can't even remember my name. If that don't beat all. Why, your name is... Shut up. What the... Keep your mouth shut, Webb. Jack, uh... Well, Jack won't want to be bothered with that now. Jack? Is that my name? Uh, yeah. Come here, Webb. I got some things to say. Uh-huh. Come back soon, fellas, won't you? I got more questions to ask. I'll be back. You just take it easy for now. What intonation he up to, Libby? Where do we get where he can't hear us? What I can't hear. This'll do. What I'd like to know is what you... You nearly spoiled it. Don't you see what's happened? He can't recollect a thing before that bump he got in the head. Sure. But why tell him his name is Jack? Because that's what it's gonna be from now on. As far as he'll know, he's an outlaw just like the rest of us. Maybe I'm dumb, but I can't... We'll tell him he's wanted by the law. Yeah? This is good. He's the only one of us that ain't knowed around here by sight. Of course he ain't, but I... Can't you see it? We'll even know it with Jake Stevens asking for 10,000 cash. Then we'll watch the ranch. And when there's nobody around, we'll send this fella here after the money. You mean send young Stevens for the cash just to be paid for his own return? That's just what I mean. His uncle, he never seen him, you know. Well, of all... Why, sure, that's right. And if he gets shot, they'll be shooting a fella they want to save without knowing it. Will it be? That's the sleekest idea I ever heard. The curtain falls on the first act of our thrilling lone-ranger drama. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue our story. When Red Stevens, who was kidnapped from the Sue Rapids train, recovered consciousness in the outlaws' camp, Limpy Davis convinced him that he belonged to the gang. As our second act opens, the young man and Webb, Davis' lieutenant, are riding toward Stevens' ranch house. Red says, you know, Webb, I wish Libby hadn't sent me to collect that cash. Just, Jack, there ain't no danger. The boys are watching out. If there's been a trap set, they'll give us a warning. I wasn't thinking of that. Well, you'll go through it or wish you had. Where is this Red Stevens we're supposed to be holding? Never mind about that. He's too careful, all right. And another thing I've been wondering about. Yeah? Are these clothes I got on the same as always belong to me? Well, that's a darn funny thing to ask. Are they? Of course they are. Ain't you satisfied with them? I was just wondering. It ain't easy when you can't remember nothing. Well, there ain't much you have to remember. Just don't forget that when we get to the Stevens place and you go in, I'll be outside by the window watching everything you do. Well, I don't cotton in this much. I don't know that I ought to... Keep your mouth shut and do what you're told. You're in this the same as the rest of us. Yeah, if that's right. Well, these papers I got prove we're holding this Stevens, fella. That's what he was carrying to identify himself with when we took him prisoner. Well, Jake Stevens ought to have the cash ready for you. It's been close two weeks since he got the note. I know about that. There's a house now. I don't see nobody around. There's only Jake in the house with some red skin and a young fella about your age. Oh, go there. Now, go on in. If they try anything, I'll be just outside. There's more of the boys in calling distance. I ain't afraid. I'll keep the horses with me. I got a message for you. Who are you? Let me come in. Well, come in. You got any business with me? Who are these fellas? My name's Tondo. And this here is my nephew, Ridge Stevens. What's that? What are you looking so flabbergasted about? Did you say Ridge Stevens? That's my handle. But I just come to collect 10,000 to turn Ridge back to you. Huh? Are you local? Say, are you one of the fellas that sent me a note saying you had Ridge and wanted 10,000 for him? Well, I... That don't beat all. The then thing I like to see, is food. Sure, you grab ahold of some fella and figure he's my nephew. And all the time the real Ridge Stevens is right here, as safe as can be. But we got papers to prove it. They must be the papers I told you I lost, Jake. Well, young fella, you're welcome to keep them. And you couldn't go back and tell your pards that their little stunt didn't work. I didn't have nothing to do with it. At least ways I don't think I did. What do you mean by that? I don't know exactly. Well, it all mattered none. We ain't particularly interested in your alibis anyhow. Now go on, get out of here. You mean you ain't going to try and hold me? Shucks, what be the use? We know darn well you didn't come here without some of your friends, so back you up. You go quick. Who'd you say the engine was? Told you his name was Tondo. He come along with Ridge here when he showed up. You leave now, huh? I'm going. If we savor the rain, no use trying to keep you for the law. But if we meet again, you ain't going to be so lucky. We ain't likely to meet. And a good thing. Did you hear what they said, Webb? Every lame word. Get on your horse, Blastia. But it wasn't my fault. Maybe it weren't. But when the boss hears about this, he's going to have your hide. Get up, get up, get up. Webb and Ridge rode back to camp and made the report to Limpy. We see the outlaw leader as he questions the two men. Young fellow was the real Ridge Stevens. Boss, I wouldn't swear to nothing anymore. Well, if he ain't, then I'm a Comanche. What do you look like? He was just like Lamrodus. Sandy hair and everything. I don't like any part of this. I figured I wasn't wanted by the law. I'd quit this game. Now, you'd quit, would you? Well, I blast your hide. It's all your fault this happened. Because we thought you would... Webb, can't you ever learn to keep your mouth shut? Oh, what's the difference now? Plenty of difference. Jack, you're going over and see to the horses. But just what I... Go on, I said. Oh, now, what's the matter with what I said this time? Look here. What's going to happen if he finds out he ain't a regular member of our bunch? What do you think it would happen? Just this. We'd either have to shoot him or watch him all the time so he couldn't get a way to tell about us. Well, I don't... But if we keep still about what we know, you'll keep on thinking he's an outlaw and stay with us. Well, maybe so. I've been wondering what could have happened. The only thing I can figure is that this fellow got rid of his paper somehow and was up to some trick. He might have been at that. If he weren't, why'd he say he was rich when we found him on the train? And how'd he come to have those papers with him? Yeah, that's all. Now we got the whole thing to do over again. Huh? You ain't planning to get a hold of that fellow at the Stevens place, are ya? And why not? Hey, Fred, come over here. You want me, Limpie? Come here. What is it, boss? You've been with the fellas that have been watching the Stevens place, haven't you? Sure. He was watching it all the time so as we'd know when it was safe to send for the cash. What have you got in mind, Limpie? I was just thinking that while the fellas was watching they must have learned something about what the folks at the ranch do with themselves. What do you mean? Well, does this young fella that's at the Stevens place ever go anywhere alone? He sure does. Yeah? He takes a ride every day over to that big red hill north of the ranch. Every day? Just like Clark worked. He starts out after dinner and don't come back for a couple hours. Then that's when we're going to get him. Maybe we can at that, boss. Sure we can. But do you figure it's safe? Why ain't it? We can meet him at the hill, grab him, and beat it. But what if he's been guarded? You just heard he rides alone, didn't you? Yeah, but what I meant was the hill can be seen from the ranch and maybe somebody is set to keep an eye on him. If it looks like there might be trouble, we'll leave him alone. But if we get him, we'll have enough head start so as nobody from the ranch could catch it. Yeah, we can have fresh horses waiting for us half ways back just to make sure. But what if he rides off when he sees us coming? You don't know us. Why should he figure we're outlaws? Yeah, I guess that's right. Of course it is. And this time we'll show Jake Stevens we ain't so easy to fool as he figured. The following day, Limpid Davis and his men waited in hiding until they saw the young man ride from the Stevens ranch. Then when he drew near the hill, they rode forth to meet him. There he comes. That's him, all right. Just take it easy like we wasn't going nowhere in particular. Wave at him, friendly like. I'll tell you when to get him. He don't seem to suspicious, nothing. He's waving back. Howdy, fellas. Now, pull up that young fella. Get him, Frank. What's up, gentlemen? Come on over. You're coming with us. You got a fella? You can't get away with this kind of stunt. Yeah, you're going to learn different ideas. Limpid, look over to the ranch. There's two fellas riding out and more behind them. Come on, they can't catch us. Come on, get up. Get up. Whip and spur, the outlaws urged their horses forward. But little by little, the gap closed between them and the mask man. Finally, Webb cried. They're almost up to it. Oh, God, I've never seen horses like them. Get up there. Get along, bless you. The Redskins coil in his rope. We've got to get away from them. The other bunch will catch us. Fire at them. They can't aim right like that. Gary, I hope they catch a whole bunch of you skunks. We don't take care of you later. They're firing at us. Gary, I can get that mask out. I'll take a piece of you. Ow! You can't stand up. You can't shoot like that. The rope. They didn't just rope me. Oh, there. While the lone ranger and tonto held the outlaws at the point of their guns, the sheriff and Jake Stevens brought up his passe to complete the capture. Oh! Keep your hands up. We give up, sheriff. And by God, and the mask fellow scheme worked just like he said it would. I told you if you did like he said everything had come out all right. And it sure did, Marshal. Marshal. Is this fellow we just captured, the United States Marshal? Yep. Yep. And the fellow you took off the train is the real Rich Stevens. What's the idea? It's just a mask fellow's plan to make you think you've got the wrong ombre. And the Marshal rode out here alone every day so you'd try to get him. Limpie, we've been tricked. Boy, the blast. Take it easy, Limpie. You're headed for a long spelling jail. Come here, Rich. Gosh, it's good to see you, Uncle Jake. Hey, I thought you couldn't recollect nothing. I couldn't at first. When I seen my name wrote on the inside of my shirt and Webb told me that was the clothes I always wore. It set me to figure in. So that's why he asked me that question. Yep. And then I started to remember things more and more. Well, I'll be there. Hey, where's the mask fellow? I want to thank him for what he's done. There he goes. Him and the Indian Boat. Well, I'll be dog-gone. He captures the worst bunch of outlaws I ever seen. And then he just rides off like it was nothing. Sorry you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporate.