 horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty hyal silver, the low ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the masked rider of the planes fought crime and criminals through the length and breadth of seven states. The stories of his courage and daring were told around a thousand campfires. Indian and white men alike turned to him when they needed help, for his reputation for fairness was known to everyone. It was he more than any other man who finally brought law and order to the new territory. Return with us now to those thrilling days when the West was young. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver, the lone ranger rides again. Our story begins one evening in the cafe at Cedarville. Three men are standing at the bar, Newt Burtz, the sheriff, Duff Sealy, the local harness maker, and Bill Meadows, a horse dealer. Meadows says, Sheriff, I don't hold to the way you got it figured out at all. Lydge says he'd swear there was just two fellas run off that second bunch of horses, and Polk Peters don't stir a step, unless he's got his whole gang on. I don't know, Bill. Trailed him as far as Antelope passed, didn't we, and ain't that Polk's old stamping grounds? That don't prove nothing. Eh, it's too doggone bad, old Lydge couldn't get to town sooner to let us know the last time. If we could have started after him just 15 minutes sooner, we'd have likely caught him. Any of the past is a couple of hundred canyons for them to hide him. That's the wildest country there is. It ain't no wilder than I'm feeling right now. Hey, Sheriff. Yeah, Duff? Is there anybody you suspicious for this? If there was, I wouldn't mention it till I got some proof. Why, you got IDs? Well, I don't know that it amounts to anything, but you can take it for what it's worth. Yalkema was in my shop the day before yesterday. He bought himself one of the best saddles I had, bought her with cash. Careful, Duff. Yalkema's sitting right over there. He might hear you. Oh, what of it? Look here, Sheriff. Yalkema is just an engine. He and little Wolf, that partner of his, don't do nothing but raise a little grub on the place of theirs to tell the folks in town. Now where would they get enough cash from that to be able to throw it away on fancy saddles? Can't jail a fella for spending money? You can't if that same was stole. Sheriff, I wonder if Duff ain't on the right track. He got Lige's word for it, but there was two fellas hurting them horses. What's to prevent them fellas being Yalkema and his sidekick? Yalkema! Hey there! Oh. Step over here, second-read skin. I'd like to ask you a couple of questions. A fresh grub from Yalkema? Nope. But I wouldn't mind knowing how much cash you and little Wolf's been making out of that garden of yours. Make plenty cash. Yalkema buy saddle, buy good saddle, pay cash. Plenty good, huh? Maybe just a might too good, Ingen. Saddles come high, Yalkema. You sure you got all the cash for that saddle just from the grub you've been selling? Me save cash long time now. Me want saddle long time. Now me got. Sheriff, I reckon the red skin could stand more questioning. His story don't sound straight to me. What matter? You think me not tell truth? You just bet we don't, Ingen. Hold on, hold on, Duff. You might be telling the truth. My savvy red skin's enough to know how they are once they get the notion in their head they gotta have something. I reckon like one old fella that near starved himself to death just to buy his squaw a mirror like white folks use. I don't mean that this Ingen. See, Lee. Huh? Oh, it's you, Buck. Thought I told you to tend shop while I was gone. Mr. Gregg, he stopped in to find out how much some work you wanna done had cost him. Well, what you want done? I took the shortcut around back to get here sooner. What's that got to do with you? Please, Mr. Sealy, just wait a second. Sheriff, I've seen someone I came here that I think you wanna know. Yeah? What's that, Buck? Well, don't let the red skin get me, will you? Oh, what do you mean by? He's got a horse tethered around the side of the cafe where it's dark. I know it, York Hemers, because the saddle, Mr. Sealy, just told him is on it. And that saddle is on one of the horses that was stole from Mr. Meadows. Huh? Oh, not tell truth. York Hemer, leave horse in front. Don't let him get me, Sheriff. Careful, Red Skin. Me not hurt him. We're gonna find out about this. You're sure it was York Hemer, sadly, seen on that horse, Buck? I ought to know it, Sheriff. I helped Mr. Sealy make it. Maybe you made a mistake in the horse. No, sir. Mr. Meadows, it was that big black horse with the white blaze on his head that you let me ride a couple of times before it was stolen. I'd know that horse anywhere. And by thunder, so would I. It's around to the side of the cafe, you say? Uh-huh. He likely left it there hoping nobody had seen it. Come on, Red Skin. Me not steel horse. We'll blame soon. Find out. Lead the way, Buck. I can take you right to it. I guess this proves I had the right for it, Sheriff. Me leave horse right there. Huh? It's gone. Don't try to pretend, Ingen. York Hemer, not steel. York Hemer, not steel. Red Skin, it's gonna look mighty bad for you, but didn't make no mistake. But me not. Hurry. It sounds like there's somebody around there. What the? Come on. Hey, that's the masked man. And he's taken the injured horse with him. Pull up a wheel fire. He's traveling too fast to get him. Blast it. There goes the evidence. I've seen the saddle, though. It was the one I sold to the Ingen all right. Yeah. That was one of the horses that was stole from me. York Hemer, you're going to jail. Me'll get my deputies and tell them we're taking after that masked fella. Hurry it up so he can get started before the trail gets cold. York Hemer, not steel. Buck, come here. What do you think you're going to? I was just going back to the shop, Mr. Sealy. Look here. I don't think that masked fella know that horse was there. Did you get killed? Gosh, I don't know how he found out. Honestly, I don't. I done just like you told me. Now, I was sure nobody seen me. Well, you've spiled everything. The Sheriff jailed the Ingen, but he won't be able to keep him in jail, isn't he? He's got evidence. But even if he does let York Hemer out again, he'll figure him and little Wolf as the horse thieves just the same, won't he? Maybe, but it ain't to be depended on. Who was around when you took the Ingen's horse from the front of the cafe? Well, nobody, Mr. Sealy. I made sure of that. Then what did you do after you took the Ingen's horse? Well, I hid it away in that place you said. Then I changed the saddle under the stolen horse and brought it around to the side of the cafe the way you told me. But, gosh, it just don't seem possible anybody could have seen me do it. Right after that, I came inside the cafe. Now, can I get back to the shop, Mr. Sealy? No. But I've got to go. I've got more work for you. Yeah? You're riding down Lopez. You're collecting the $500 Pocos me for the first bunch of horses we stole for him. And tell him that mask man is around these parts. Please, Mr. Sealy, I kind of want to get mixed up anymore in this horse stealing. Ain't I done enough already? Oh, are you? Please. Please, I don't want to. You'd like to report me to the law, wouldn't you? No. I wouldn't tell a thing, Mr. Sealy. Honest, I wouldn't. Just don't make me steal. Give me your hand. Huh? I said give me your hand. Yeah. My arm, you twister. Don't. Don't. I'm sorry for what I said. Let me go. You changed your tune, didn't you? That hurt, Mr. Sealy. And the next time will hurt worse. Now is you going to do like I say or ain't you? I'll ride to Polk's camp, Mr. Sealy. Afraid of the crooked harness maker's threat, spurred his horse on through the night until he had reached the camp of Polk and his gang. There he delivered Duff's message. He did not know, however, that in spite of the precautions he had taken, the masked man and Tonto had trailed him from town. They had rained in their horses less than a mile from Polk's camp and we can't get closer to the camp tunnel. Polk has guards posted more than half a mile down the trail. Him, play safe. Yes, and he's making it difficult for us. We've got to prove that he and Duff, Sealy, are working together. If we can get Duff to visit Polk's camp, then all the sheriff will have to do would be to see them together. Mad right. In this case, however, that won't work. By the time the sheriff got near the camp, the guards would have given the alarm and Duff would have made his escape. And what we do? We'll wait here until the boy returns. He should be long soon. And Tonto, as long as we can't take the law to the outlaws, we'll have to do something else. What's that? Make the outlaws go to the law. You got a plan? I have. Wait. Maybe that boy now. It probably is. We'll see when it's clear of the mouth of that canyon. You stop him. I said we'd have to make the outlaws go to the law. I know a way to do that. First, we'll have to capture the boy, however. There he is. How far from here are the nearest guards, Tonto? I'm not here. Then come on. Come on. Rain up, Polk. Stop your horse. Get on that boy. He's broken. There you are, Tonto. You'll bring me off the horse. Oh, super. Oh, Polk. Oh, Polk. Let me go. What are you... See, it's the masked men I've seen in town. You all right? In the engine. Are you a friend of Yakima's? Look, I didn't want to see him jailed. Quiet. What's that money pouch you have there? I... Well, it ain't... Now, take it. You hold up, man. We're not. You're going to tell us where you got this cash, however, and what it's for. No. Wait, listen to me. There's no hurry. They're going to camp with us. Hey, mister, I... I got to get back to town. Dismount. I said dismount. All right, stranger. Take him on scout with you, Tonto, but keep the rope on him. No, you gettin' saddle. When morning arrived and Buck Davis had not returned, Duff Sealy began to worry. At first he suspected that Buck might have run away taking the cash with him. But when the boy's horse returned, rider-less to the home corrals, his suspicions took a different turn. However, before acting upon them, he decided to turn even this misfortune to his own advantage. He persuaded the sheriff to ride with him toward Little Wolf's cabin, about a mile from town. I ain't telling you, Sheriff, it's his brainless day. Just as soon as Little Wolf found out his father was thrown in jail, found out it was because of Buck, he decided to get even. It's likely. Here we are. Over there. Let's get his home all right. There's his horse. Must be inside. Come on. Now, soon get to the bottom of this. Open up there. Open this here door before I bust it open. Why are you coming? Redskin, you're gonna talk and talk fast. What have you done with Buck Davis? Where have you got him hid? Or have you killed him already? What you talk about. Don't give us that. Talk or it'll be the worst for you, Little Wolf. May not see Buck. May not got him hid. Why are you blasted, sneakin' Redskin? I ought a gun with ya. Buck was just the same as a son to me. I'm going to get him back safe and sound, or you wish you never was born. Now, will you talk? Why you think me take Buck? Because we just the same as caught your partner, Redhander, with one of the stolen horses last night. Because we happen to know there was two fellas that run the horses off, which makes it look mighty bad for you. And because it was Buck that got the goods on Yakima. And now he's gone. Yakima, not steel horse. Me, not steel horse either. You get wrong, fellow. Well, Chef, what are you gonna do with a pole cat? If he won't talk, there's just one thing to do. Put him in jail alongside his partner until he does. All right, Redskin, you're coming with me. Oh, no. You'll not take Little Wolf. You're not margin. You'll make bad mistake. Little Wolf not savvy where Buck is. Me not take him. Maybe you'll change that story after you've had a spell in jail to think it over. Now, get on your horse. Come on, Duff. I won't be goin' back into town with ya, Chef. I reckon you can handle the engine alone, can't ya? And a dozen more like him. But where are you going? To start hittin' for Buck. How do we know how soon the engine'll tell where he is? Maybe Buck's someplace right now where he ain't got food or water or a chance to get free. Yeah, but wait till I send a posse to help ya. Nope, I'm startin' right now. Chef, that boy meant more to me than I can tell ya. And I just gotta be lookin' for him. I reckon I savvy. I'll see ya later, Chef. Get up. Get up there. Now, Redskin, we're headin' for the jailhouse. Come on. Get up. Get along, boy. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger drama. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue our story. In spite of Duff's statement, he did not believe the boy, Buck Davis, had been made a prisoner by Little Wolf. When Duff left the sheriff, he drove his horse toward Antelope Pass, where he made his way through a maze of canyons. After being hailed by Polk sentinels, he was permitted to enter the outlaws camp. Duff, what in places are you doin' here? I reckon you can guess. You got a line on more horses? I am lookin' for Buck. Huh? And you're the fourth to tell me where he is. Where he is? Didn't he get home last night? He started out soon enough. He didn't get home. But I thought that... What's more, I ain't got a good notion why he didn't. Did you give him the cash you're own me? Sure I did. Say, you mean you figure he run off with it? Well, I'll be... He didn't run nowhere. Then what are you talkin' about? His horse showed up to home this mornin' by itself. Polk, you wouldn't buy any chance of thinking you'd keep that cash for yourself, would ya? Now, look here. You wouldn't have drilled the kids as I'd think he stole my cash, would ya? Why, you blameful? If I'd done that, why would I let his horse get away? Maybe you couldn't help yourself. Maybe it broke loose before you could stop it. You're a blasted idiot. Oh, I am, am I? Of course you are. There's a dozen things could've happened to the kid without my having anything to do with him. Maybe one of his stirrup straps busted and he took a tumble. His stirrup straps was all right. Well, his horse could've thrown him, couldn't it? Or maybe that mass fella he said was around here might've done something with him. How could he? The sheriff sent his deputies to chase him. He had enough to do to look out for himself without trailing afterbuck. It's the same mass fella you suspicion it is. That horse of his would get clear them deputies in no time. Maybe. And besides, you know I wouldn't try to do you out anything you got comin'. I don't know anything of the kind. Polk, I wouldn't trust you as far as I could throw a heifer. That's kind of reckless talk, ain't it? What if it is? Maybe you're forgetting you're alone in my camp. If I was you, I'd talk kind of soft and easy like. Well, well, maybe the kid did take a tumble. Or maybe the mass comrade did have something to do with his disappearance. Yeah. But recollect this, if I find out one of them things ain't so, if I find out you done this trick to me, I'll get square with you if it's our last thing I do. You're welcome to try it. And here's another thing to remember. I still figure I got 500 comin' from you. You're gonna pay up a ranger. To blazes with you. I paid the kid. If you didn't get the cash after that, it's just your hard luck. Well, I'm heading back for town. But don't you forget what I just said. It ain't likely. And you're gettin' no more horses for me till you pay up. Get it back. You know all that. When Duff Sealy left Polk's camp to return to town, he did not know that two men, one massed were watching him from a place of concealment beyond the last sentinel station by the outlaws. There he comes, Tutter. Uh, and him look plenty mad. Crooks never trust each other, Kimosavi. Perhaps Duff and Polk didn't quarrel, but I'll wager enough we said to make our plan successful. You're right, heap fast. Probably hoping you'll find bucks somewhere on the trail. You've learned where the horses are hidden. They're not near camp. They mean canyon over that way. Me take you there, alright. Polk's clever. The law should somehow be able to surprise him. He could claim he knew nothing about the horses. This time, however, his cleverness is going to trap him. We'll wait till dark, Toto, and then we'll act. Come on, Toto. Only one of Polk's men was needed to guard the stolen horses in the narrow-mouthed canyon. To a some distance from the camp, the law could never have proven that Polk knew of their existence. But that night, the outlaw and guard was aroused by a low call. He jumped to attention with a startled cry. Saw two figures loom up in the darkness, and then... You got him, Toto? He may not have come for maybe two hours now. Good. Come. The masked man and the faithful Indian mounted their great horses and raced toward the animals' groups in the canyon. They circled behind, uttered sharp commands, and suddenly the herd swung about with a great couttering of hooves and sped toward the canyon's mouth. Come on! An hour, two hours went by. Then slowly the outlaw left behind, stirred. Roaned, rose unsteadily to his feet. Well... It's gone. The horse is gone. We like teleboss about this. In their camp, the outlaws were still grouped around the dying embers of their fires. But as the sound of running footsteps reached them, they looked toward their leader in alarm. Hey! Somebody's running this way! Quiet! Who's there? Don't! Don't! It's Shorty. What's the matter? The horse is a stove, boss. It's gone. Clean gone. Boss, I couldn't help it. Honest, I couldn't. $1,000 worth of horse flesh took right from mother, you know. But I never even seen him till he was on me. What's it? You seen him? Well, not to know again. But I can tell you one of them skunks. Who? Duff Sealy. How do you know it was him if you couldn't make him out? I heard one of them call out his name just before I was hit. I was knocked cool. Boss, that fits in all right. You know what Duff said. He told you he figured you did something to the kid. And who else would know where the horses was kept? A double cross and sidewinder. Get your horses. Are we riding? Where we going, boss? To have a talk with Duff. But if we show ourselves... He don't live in town. He's got that place beyond where the Indians live. And I don't care if he was in town. I'd get him anyhow. Now hit leather, fellas. We're traveling. Duff Sealy retired that night with nothing on his mind, but the disappearance of Buck and the $500. In the morning he rose, dressed, and started to prepare his breakfast. When I glanced to the window toward the corral, made him drop the pan he was holding. Hi, heavens. Where'd they come from? Back, Duff. Keep your hand from that holster. To mask me. Right. Let me out. Them horses in the corral. I've stolen horses. The horses you've stolen delivered the poke. I've got to get rid of them. Hide them, if they're a sheep. You're staying inside. But I... That door over there. Where does it lead to? That's my bedroom. But look, stranger, I... Keep still. I'll do the talking. You? You're going to have some visitors. Visitors? Poke Peters and his gang. No. No, they'll think I took them horses. They'll drill me. Stranger, wait. Listen. Go make me stay here. I know a lot about you, Duff. Another one poke decided to come back to this part of the country was because you had written to him, suggesting away the two of you could work together. That ain't so. You stole the horses and delivered them to him to sell. What's more, you made Buck help you against his will. You had him so terrified that he had to become a crook. Please. Now you're going to pay for what you've done. I tell you, there ain't a word of truth in what you said. It was them engines that stole the horses. Ask the sheriff. Ask anybody. They'll tell you. They'll show you where it was wrong. Poke and his men. Oh, they'll kill me. I'm going in that bedroom, but I'll have a gun on you every second, Duff. I'll leave the door open an inch. If you say a word about my being here, you'll taste lead. Don't make any mistake, Duff. Now you'll shoot me. They won't let me explain it. Duff, we know you're in there. Come in. Poke, what's the matter? I knew it was you who took them horses from the canyon, Duff. But I never figured you was fool enough to bring them right here to your own corral. It was lucky I found out what a local widget you are before you got us all in trouble. I can't explain now, Poke. But you... Don't let him try to talk his way out of this, boss. Give the polecat what he's got coming to him. Here, get it. Duff, you was at my camp last night. You said I kept the cash it was coming to you and that you aimed to get square for it. Poke, don't talk. Keep still. We'll talk this out later. Later, nothing. I've caught you dead to rights. And I've got things figured out. Buck never did disappear at all. You just want to bluff on me, thinking maybe I'd give you more cash. That ain't it, Poke. For all I know, maybe you was deciding to leave town. Maybe you had a buyer for them horses outside and wanted them back so you could make the sale yourself and keep all the cash. You're wrong, Poke. And all that talk about the mask front of being back. That was just to keep me from suspicion in you. The same way you put the blame on him engines living down the road to keep the sheriff off your trail. I wish I could talk to you the way I want to, Poke. But I can't now. Why not? If you've got any explanation to make, now's the time to make it. Because in another minute, it'll be too late. I can't say anything now. Honestly, I can't. But later. No, there won't be any later. You're all through, Duff. Let's drill a double crosser and get the horses back and light out. Staying safe, staying here so close to town. You're getting drilled. And he ain't getting nothing. He ain't deserve it. No, put that gun down. Take it like a man. Ah! Where did that shot come from? Look, it's a Masked Fellow. My hands broke. No, no, no. Help with your hands, all of you. Poke, that's why I couldn't talk. He was behind that door all the time. But I couldn't warn you, or he'd have drilled me. And the Masked Fellow was back in this part of the country. Alan, don't make no difference if you didn't hear what we said. He can't prove nothing against us. Nobody's going to take a Masked Fellow's word for nothing. No one will have to. Have you heard enough, Sheriff? Sheriff? Hello, stranger. Come on, Tonto, you too, Buck. Hey, what is this buck? And that injured that always travels with the Masked Fellow. He was pretty slick. But the Masked Man was slicker yet. Sheriff, I ain't done nothing. No, all you've done was steal horses, deliver them to poke here, and then put the blame on a couple of redskins that never done no harm to you. It wasn't me that blamed the injured, Sheriff. It was Buck, there. Because you made him do it. How'd you fellas get in that their room? We was there before you got here. The Masked Man kept tough busy talking while he was climbing in the window. But how did you know he'd be here, Sheriff? You didn't see us riding here? I told the Sheriff what to expect. We took your horses poke and told the Sheriff what it was done. I don't mind admitting that when the injured first talked to me, I didn't believe him, neither. He made me come along. And now I'm blamed glad I did. Blast you, Shorty. You was the one said you heard Duff's name mentioned when the horses was took from the canyon. Well, I did, Boss. Me call Masked Friend Duff. What? Shorty, him believe what him hear. Come here, Buck. Yes, Sheriff? You think you can handle a shooting iron well enough to help me get these skunks back to town and stote in jail? Sure, I can, Sheriff. And here's Polk's gun. They try to make a break for it, let him have it. Sheriff? Buck's just as guilty as a restaurant. You can't jail us less than you jail him, too. Yeah? Well, I've heard the whole story. I know how you're scared to live in daylights out of the kid Duff to make him do like you said. So I'm giving him another chance to go straight. Maybe not. But the Masked Feller asked me to. And after what he's done, that fella can't ask nothing that wouldn't be agreeable to me. I don't know. Tell us what he's gonna do. You have just heard as a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.