 the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver! The lone Indian companion, Tonto, the masked rider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. The stories of his strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness, have come down to us through the generations. And 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, a danger of the... The cluster of lights glittered against the heavy curtain of night. To the two horsemen who rode slowly down the trail to the plain below, it looked like a tiny jewel against the now darkening grass. One of the riders was a tall man who wore a white hat and a black mask. He rode a white stallion. The other was a grave-faced Indian dressed in buckskin who sat a paint. As the horsemen reached the end of their journey, the cluster of lights materialized into the town of Green Tree. Slowly, the lone ranger and tonto rode through the main street and up to the general store. General store, just ahead, tonto. Maybe we can persuade the owner to open up. Store all dark. House in bank dark, too. Yes, the storekeeper may not be there. If he isn't, we'll go out of the cafe. Plenty light in cafe. Twenty people there. I don't want to go beyond Green Tree without the supplies we need. Door, a store, wide open. Yes, I see it is. The place is dark. There's someone in there. You see him move? Yes. Steady shall we go, big fella? Two horse in bank. Full saddle and horse. Steady. Come along, tonto. This place ain't open for business. I want to speak to you. I tell you, this place ain't open for business. Just come to get me something I needed. We've traveled a long way and we still have a long trip ahead. If you'll tell me what I need, we won't have to spend the night in Green Tree. All right, what do you want? Make it fast. Can't you make a light in here? Lanterns out of oil. What do you want? Well, I need meal and bacon. There's plenty of oil in this lamp. See here, you. There is. Hello, look out. I got the red scanner. Yeah, and I got this sombré. We got what we need. Sure. Then let's travel, make it fast. I got to close the front door. We never should have left it open the first place. We had to be ready to make it fast. Get away either direction. What about these two? Should we leave them when they drop? It's hard enough to keep them cooled off for some time. Come on. Maybe we got to drill them to make sure. Bring the town here with a gunshot. Come on, we're in the clear. We didn't leave any clues. When they found out what we borrowed from the store, the folks are sure to be curious. Downright curious. The clatter of hooves echoed on the street in a silent night as the two outlaws spurred their horses for the getaway. Behind them, in the general's store, lay the inert figures of the Lone Ranger and Tonto, dropped by the surprised blows of gun butts against their skulls. Then, his head reeling, the masked man regained consciousness. For a moment, his mind groped for a clue to his whereabouts in the dark interior. Then, suddenly, he heard a faint rustle behind him and turned to face it. Something back on me. You're quiet. You're not that bad. Tonto. Me here. I saw someone about to hit you. I lined against the door. I'm a braze. Make it hit on head. I'm the storekeeper. You're still in the store. You wait. I'm all right. I'll be clear in a minute. Your hands up your cupboard. Close it, boys. Drop the feathers. You're under arrest. We'll get you covered. Don't make a move. Get your hands up. Somebody light the lamps. Hold on. I love you. Hey, slip away from me. Hold your fire. Don't shoot. It's too close. Listen to me. I'm up here on the counter. All of you keep back. You're covered. You're with the match. Go ahead and light the lantern. Have a look at this place. Hey, he's masked. Yes, I'm masked. Tonto, come up here with me. Hey, come. You don't surrender right away. We'll have more charges against you. You're the chef. I am. And you'll be interested in what I have to say. Tonto and I stopped here when we saw the door open. We wanted supplies. Well, two men were here, and we thought one was the owner of the store. I'm the owner. No one else. We didn't know that. We were knocked down and out. Came to a moment before you closed in on us. I've seen you. I've seen your horses out front and called my friends. I could see you hiding. The two of you hugging the floor so you wouldn't be seen. I told you why we were on the floor. Well, what's been stolen? I'll ask the questions here. All right. Go on and ask. Andy, what's been stolen? My cash is all here. It's $500. Not touched at all. There's a case that's been emptied. No one's in it. Will you keep still? Andy, hate that the case where you kept all the mention beads and bright paints and hunks of glass and light? Yeah. Why was all that stuff stolen? Aren't worth hardly anything at all. Search those two umbrellas. Stay where you are. How else has gone? Anything else going, Andy? Hey! My stock of fancy clothes is cleaned out. I had a dozen pants and coats on that. They're barred. You know, I ain't tuck it with anyone to steal that stuff and leave the high-priced silk coats in the cash. Why don't you do it, stranger? Where'd you hide that stuff? We're leaving now, Sheriff. Get your friends away from the door. You're doing nothing for the sword. You're prisoners. Here, silver. Come on, silver. The horse is next. The masked man and his Indian friend raced for the prairie. The horrible strides of silver and the scouts soon out-distanced any thought of pursuit for the sheriff and his men, and they fired wildly into the night after the fast-disappearing figures. As soon as he was sure they were safe, the lone ranger signaled a stop and rained in his white stallion near a clump of trees. Quickly, Tonto followed suit. We can stay here for the night, Toto. I never find this if we don't use a campfire. That's right, but why we stay here? We can't go far without supplies. We not get supplies from the store. We go back there, Sheriff, grab us. Do you want to leave here with the law considering us thieves? No. Well, if we find the crooks with clear names... Tonto, those crooks are up to something big. What do you mean? If it was cash they were after, they could have had it. That's right. The cash and the more valuable things in the store hadn't been touched. They didn't even steal the high-priced guns and pistols. And steal Indian beads. Other things Indians like. Yes. Thieves not Indian. You hear father talk. You're right. Those men were not Indians. They're going to deal with Indians. I want to know what they're up to. The two thieves made good their escape and headed north. The following morning found them cooking breakfast after an all-night ride on horseback. Men and the whole thing worked out as smooth silk. We got the stuff we needed and we left a couple of hombres to take the blame for the stealing. Oh, yes. I think those two will take the blame. Sure they will. That's without a squat. Squawking won't help them none. Hey, give me some of that jewellery. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Stepped bacon ready yet? Yeah, help yourself. They were strangers in town. The one I laid out was Mast. Mast? Mm-hmm. You sure? You didn't say anything about that. Well, it was, though. Well, the chances are he was aiming to rob the store anyhow. Sure thing. It was a red skin that I got. Yeah, I know. If that makes it all the more reasonable to suppose those two will be blamed. Well, what about the loot? Hmm? What about them being knocked out? The sheriff will figure there was another one that got away. We're in the clear. Hurry up and finish eating. We've got work to do. Well, how soon will we get to the red skin camp? Yeah, it's just the other side of that there ridge. You know one of those red skins, don't you? Sure. You can talk to him? I told you that part was all set. Good. A bad lot, too. Poison bad. Yeah, so have her. The folks that live between here and the town always afraid those critters will get on the warpath. Yeah, we won't have no trouble at all working out our scheme. Maybe we should have took some fire water from the store. Yeah, I know. Well, there was some cash there, too. We should have took that. No, we got all we need. Shucks, we'll have more cash and we can take care of them when we put this deal across. All right. Just a minute. Well, we can see. Get your shoes on, Red. We're in 18-cared lock. It's a red skin. Who? The critter I know, the one I'm working with. The half-breed. A breed, huh? Yeah, name's Half-Crow. Hi, there, breed. One of my tribe. He told of robbery. I come see if you all right. Well, we're here, ain't we? Sure, we're all right. You not here alone very long. What do you mean? From top of hill, two other riders can be seen. They follow trail, come this way. Who are they? Masked man on white horse and red skin. Masked man. Him called Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger? See, that does it. That explains it. That's who that ombre was. The Lone Ranger's got to wait for the lawman in town. I see. Him come this way. Follow trail, find you. That not good. Well, it ain't bad. Now that we know he's coming. Ambush? Sure, that's what we'll do. Well, how are things in the camp, in your camp? Indian's ready to act. I told story about great wealth. Well, you did, huh? It's good. All Indian believe their great wealth coming on next train through here. All Indian ready to attack train on signal. Good. You bring Indian wealth? Did you take the packs off our horses back there? Your outfit there. Show them what kind of stuff is in the train. Tell them there's a whole train load of the same sort of stuff. And tell them there's a lot of fire water too. That'll get them. Well, me go back with the word. You tell when train come. Train comes tomorrow. The packs are there in the low branch of the tree. Fenton, me'll head back and we'll lay that Lone Ranger. Trailing, as you say, huh? That right. Must have dog gone good eyesight. He has. Come on, Fenton. I'm with you soon as a saddleman. Never mind the saddle. Right bear back. No time to saddle. That's it, Breed. That's the stuff you want. Take her along with you. We'll check with you later on. Ready, Fenton? All ready. Let's go to the Lone Ranger. Get on there, boys. Come on, get up. Quickly the two outlaws furred their horses in the direction of the Lone Ranger. As they rode, they planned how they would ambush the masked man and his Indian friend. Meanwhile, unaware that the renegades were heading back to waylay them, the Lone Ranger and Tonto held their horses to a slow walk. Trail isn't hard to follow, Tonto. Not the sun is up. Isn't that right? They wouldn't have made any time at all if we tried to follow it at night. There are wounds in the hand, yes. The trees get pretty thick on the side of that ridge. We said there were a band of Indians nearby. We see smoke from Indian Tire and dawn. Indian and tally beyond ridge. This trail heads right toward the ridge. Maybe we'll find the thieves there. Maybe. I can't understand why they left the valuable things and stole the trash. Something's brewing. Yes, something big. Concealed by the thick branches of trees, the outlaws crept stealthily out on a crooked bow which overlooked the trail and waited for their quarry to approach. There are small BDIs fastened with anticipation on the two figures riding toward them, unaware of the danger which lay ahead. Then slowly, carefully, they raised their guns and squinted along the sights at their targets. Fenton, get your rifle ready. They're coming. I'm ready. Shoot them when I give the word and shoot to kill. It won't take chances with the Lone Ranger, but knowing it was him I'd done for him in the store, I'm all set. I'll shoot and shoot to kill. Curt and Paul's on the first act of our Lone Ranger story. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. The trees were the tree where they had cropped themselves in a bow to pick off the Lone Ranger and Tonto with gunfire. The two outlaws carefully took aim on their targets. Unmindful that the men they were trailing were lying in ambush just ahead. The Lone Ranger and Tonto rode on. Suddenly, the grave-faced Indian lifted his hand and signaled a halt. What is it, Tonto? Me. Look at trail here for a minute. Tracks of those men are mighty clean-cut at this point. Men and saddle. Yes, I know. I meant the tracks of the horses they rode. Ah. Me, take a close look at ground. You get off the horse, too. I will, Kimosumi. Look at ground real close. Keep eye on ground. Well? Maybe danger in the tree ahead. Danger? Follow in there and hide in. There is? Me, see birds, axe-train, someone in tree. How do we make sure? You keep out of gunfire. Me, right ahead. And get shot? No. We'll both right ahead. Charge and take them before they're ready. They won't look for a sudden attack. Oh. You're ready. Get ready to jump for your saddle. Uh-huh. Keep your head down. Ready, steady boy. Come on, Silvery. Get up! Fire on them! Racing their mounts down the line of fire, the Lone Ranger and Tonto loosened their guns in readiness. At their rider's command, the powerful white stallion in the sturdy paint leaped with long sinewy strides tore the tree where the outlaws were hiding. In a moment they had reached their destination. And standing in their saddles, the masked man and the Indian quickly grasped the renegades for the heels and pulled them from their perch. And there for her. But don't, Silvery. At the boy. Neat. Fix them. I'll take this one. And look out there. You'll finish what you started last night. Oh. Hello. Look out. He got them. Don't knock them out. You want to question them. You, get up. Now, see here. I'm on on your feet. Don't let me alone. Let me be. I ain't done nothing. What's the idea anyhow? That's what I want to know. You knocked us down last night. Oh, that ain't so. We never seen you before. Yes, you did in the store in Green Tree. It was dark. Oh, now hold on. You got me mixed up with someone else. Me and my friend just came from Green Tree. We followed your tracks. Well, we heard about the robbery in the store. Sure, we heard about it. But we didn't have anything to do with it. A tool track here. Yes. Why did you ride your own back trail? We heard you coming, that's all. We wondered who it was. Sure, we did. Our camps just yonder a little ways. Well, we're giving it to you straight, mister. We never robbed nobody. We wouldn't do that. We just a couple of hombres that finally got fed up with being out of work in town and decided to head north and look for new diggers. That's right. We was only going to try our luck in the country north of you. Yeah, we heard there might be a gold to be found. Well, we'll have a look at your camp. We don't know anything about you being knocked down. Do we look like the soldier craters that do that kind of thing? I don't know. I'll take your guns out. Me take pistols, you take rifles. You, uh, throw it up ahead and then came back. Oh, sure. Sure, we did. Sure. I was wondering about you. We, uh, we saw you coming and wearing that mask. Yes. So we figured you might be the thieves. Well, we, uh, we thought to ask you questions. All right. Not up. Sure, but what are you going to do with this? See your camp. I'll get going. Yes, sir. Yeah, whatever you say, Mr. Jibbit. If you're honest men, you'll find us the same. Get going. We'll ride back of you, steady big fella. You won't shoot us in the back. Get going. Yes, sir. Get up there. Get up. Well, what about it, Tunnow? Be sure, then, same fellas. We might have followed the wrong trail. They tell a pretty straight story. No same fellas. Me, no boys. You don't make mistakes, Tunnow. But if they don't have any of the stolen goods in their camp, I... We see. Get them up scout. Come on, Silver. It's logical enough for them to have sighted us, laid and wait to see who we were. Anyone from town knew of the robbery and saw us coming. They'd do the same. Them fellas crooks. You know. We'll see if they have the stolen goods in their camp. Hurting their prisoners before them, the lone ranger and Tunnow rode toward the outlaws' camp, where they hoped to find the goods stolen from the general's store. Soon they were there, but unaware that the two robbers had given their loot to half-crow, the half-breed, to take to the Indian camp, they failed to find any trace of the goods. There you are. You see, there ain't a sign of anything that don't belong to us around here. Very well. I hope you're satisfied. There's certainly no evidence against you. You wait. We'll go on toward the Indian camp. Maybe we can find something there. It's a sure thing that Indian goods were stolen from the store. Hold on. You took our guns. Your rifles are there against that tree. Here are your pistols. Thanks. Sorry to bother you. You sure clipped me a good one on the chin, but I'm willing to call it square. Thanks. If I made a mistake, I'll apologize. Come on, boy. Drill the red skin. I'll get the other one right. Hold him, Tunnow. Get my guns empty. You bet it is. Trick this. This time there's no mistake. Let me go. Let me go. Let me fix something. Drop them, good Tunnow. We don't like being shot in the back, you crooks. Now we wasn't shooting. Don't lie anymore. Why did the Indian who came here from the north take the stuff you stole? We don't know what you're talking about. The tracks tell part of the story. The evidence to the rest. Let the rope hurt. Let the rope on me hurt plenty more. Put that one on his horse. You'll see what the sheriff has to say. Ashing the outlaws and their horses saddles, the masked men and Tunnow drove them ahead toward Green Tree in the sheriff's office. Surprised by their appearance, the sheriff questioned the Lone Ranger's prisoners for hours. Then puzzled, returned to the masked man and the Indian. I don't know how to take you, Stranger. Those two you brought in are worthless critters. I know that. You've spent a whole day talking to them, Sheriff. What do they say? They stick to the story. They know that they have to. They confess. They're sure to be jailed. The whole thing boils down to this. You've got to prove they robbed the storm. Very well. Come along, Tunnow. Where are you going? What's that? Where are you going? Try and get the proof. Oh, no, you don't. The law wants you to. You broke away from us last night, but you don't do it again. How do you think we can get the proof you want if we stay here? Hey, I got enough again you to jail you. You was at the scene of the crime. Now, by a thunder I'll question you. Where's your accomplice? A accomplice? Now come through with a straight yarn. Where is he? What are you talking about? You had another man with you when you robbed this storm. He's the one that got away with the loot. Where is he? Oh, Sheriff. What about Fenton and Sagan? Turn them loose. We've got no code to hold them any longer. Oh, Sheriff, plenty big fool. Wait, Tunnow. All right. Oh, say, Sheriff, all the boys are still on guard around the office. Should we let them go? No. Keep them here. We're chilling this mass, man in the risking. Sheriff, if you want the other man who was involved in this robbery, you'll have to follow his trail. Yeah? Yes. You and the other one, Tunnow. We're leaving. If any of your guards fire, they'll hit you. You can't do that. No. You can follow us. You might learn lots of things, Sheriff. Be big fella. Hit the saddle, Tunnow. Come on. Come on. He's round to the curb in the distance. Fenton and Sigg were hidden by the right of way, awaiting the impending wreck. Yeah. Be here in no time now. Yeah. It seems a shame that the choo-choo has to get wrecked, but it can't be helped. I ain't seen anything of the Redskins. I reckon they'll be on hand. Oh, yeah. Likely amongst him, rocks on the foreside of the tracks. Yeah. They'll be on the javel right in there. It's coming at a good clip. As fast as the fastest horse can travel. We'll be here in a minute now. I bet they'll be an awful lot of noise when it piles into them logs on the track. Sigg, looks to be slowing down some. Yeah. See it? Yeah. Sure enough. Why is that train slowing that way? I don't know. Fenton, the dog-gone thing's coming right down almost to a stop. Look at it. Suddenly the great wheels of the engine began to slow. A shrill blast echoed across the rangeland as the pistons settled to a slower pace, and the cars behind creaked protestingly and jolted one another as they were braked. Thunderation. That means the critters in the engine will likely shoot a couple of the Redskins. Oh, what's the odds? They'll still look the same. An engine raid on the train. The engines will get all the blame and we'll get the gold. It's only one thing I don't like. What's that? Where'd that mask man, the engine gold? You heard what the boys in town said. The sheriff lost track of them. There come the Redskins. That's the stuff. They're right down on the train. They'll wake up the crew with no time to... Hey, Fenton, look! Over there! The sheriff is there! A score of townsmen rolled with the lawman, bearing guns and fighting hard. From the train, more gunfire broke out. A score of men inside the boxcars poured hot fire at the attacker. The fight was five minutes old. It was practically over. The Indians were quickly turned back, then trapped in order to throw down their arms. That'd be quicker, buddy! We don't want to hurt any more of you! Man, we better clear out why we got the chance. Something went wrong, Fenton. Let's make our sneak. No, you don't. Huh? A mask, man! There they are, sir. Oh, now wait! Hold on, then. Well, I see. We got you this time. Oh, we ain't done nothing. Nothing but loot the storm plan to wreck and rob the tree. You get no proof. Well, you dog-going dumb critters alone range your head your tag when he was in my office yesterday. He had the whole thing worked out. He knew you wouldn't talk, so we talked so he could hear us. What? We've been framed! You double-cross! You lead Redskins to trap! Me fiction! No, no, no! No! That breed was gonna... Unless he tried to knife you, Sig, he thought you'd double-crossed him. And he'd got you. If that loon ranger hadn't shut his neck away, I'd have no way you deserved to have your life saved, oh. You don't need us now, Sheriff, unless you still want to jail us. Jail you? You hear that, boys? I should jail that man. I should jail the loon ranger. How do you, Sheriff? All right, big fella. Get him up, scoundrel! Get him up! I'll sue you!