 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high of silver. The Lone Ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mast 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. Come out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on Silver, let's go because I am Silver. Pedro Himes was a notorious outlaw leader who with his outlaw gang had defied the law time after time with great success. Pedro was a large man, ruthless and clever, and he never lost the opportunity to boast about himself to his intended victims. A fact which had caused him to become known as the boastful bandit. For instance, there was the time when he and his gang held up the café in Huntsville. Shot some igosa for the warning. You'll all line up along the bar with your hands up. No. Hey, it's a hold up. It must be Himes and his gang. But of course it is Pedro Himes and his gang. You are too noisy my friends, I cannot hear myself to think. That is better. Hank, Wally, take the men and gather the wallets while I tell these home braids about Pedro Himes. Sure Pedro, come on boys, let's get busy. At last all of you have the great pleasure of seeing me, the great Pedro Himes. I am strong and clever amigos, much too clever for the law. Oh, there is none that can shoot the gun more better or ride more better than Pedro Himes. Look, am I not the hombre who is well worth your attention? We got all their money Pedro, let's get out of here Prado. But I have not finished my talking. I have not tell them how we have robbed the bank and Picos of $20,000. Oh, it is good to get the money so easy, no? Oh, you got our money, stop boasting and get out of here, will you? Sure, you'll make the fun at Pedro Himes. No, my shoulder! You see, I do not like such interruption. Come on Pedro, let's go. All right, perhaps it is better to leave now. Do not forget the great Pedro Himes amigos. Adios. And again there was the time when Pedro and a few of his men walked calmly into the bank in Red Rock. What can I do for you, mister? I have come to draw out a large sum of money, senor. Well, just write out an order on your account and I'll be glad to take care of it, sir. Oh, it is too bothersome, senor. I need much of your money. My name is Pedro Himes. Himes, I see. I suppose you have an account here, sir, but you will have to write the order. Pedro Himes does not write the order, senor. He gives them. If you have not heard the name, you must be quite stupid. Hank, call up the bag you brought. Sure. Hey, what is this? There's others waiting, sir. But of course. And they won't get impatient as long as the hombres who have come in with me give them attention. Those men back there holding guns on everyone. You see, are too bad such a means of getting money from your bag is necessary. You will remember the name of Pedro Himes next time you hear it, senor. Push out the money into the bag here. Hold up. You, you're Himes the Outlaw. But of course. Who else, amigo? Now, let us complete this business. Prano. Of course. There. There's the money. Scoop it into the bag, Hank. With pleasure. Let's get all of it, Pedro. Bueno, bueno. Adios, senor. Perhaps another time I shall come in again to withdraw some of your funds, no? Pedro Himes is not the one to cause trouble. It is more of the pleasure to do business in the quiet way, senor. Let's get going. Come on, Pedro. So, you see, senor, always my friends are most impatient to leave. Another time I shall tell you more about Pedro Himes. Adios, senor. It was Himes and his gang. Get the sheriff. We've been robbed. Don't let them get away. And so the swashbuckling, boastful Himes and his men moved through the southwest territory, leading people amazed, confused and much poorer than when they met the boastful bandit. It was about a week after the Red Rock bank robbery, when the Lone Ranger and Tunnel rode the trail south of that town, on their way to visit the Padre at the mission. Spend some time since we visited the Padre, Tunnel. I'm looking forward to seeing him again. Ah, it'd be good to see Padre. Yes. He usually has interesting news to tell us. That's right. We like to hear... Wait, I hear shots, Tunnel. They seem to come from beyond the bend in the trail. Ah, me hear them, too. Hurry and find out what's going on. Come on, Tunnel. Racing forward at the gallop, the two men rounded the bend in the trail in time to see a small group of horsemen gathered around a stagecoach, which was stopped a short distance up the trail. Looks like a hole in the tunnel. Ah, horsemen have drawn guns. Use your guns. Even fast. Yes, but they're scattering. Each is riding in a different direction. There are four of them. That's right. I'll follow the one who's going up to the right. Get after one of the others. Come on, Tunnel. The masked man and Indian separated. The man who had ridden off to the right moved at a furious pace, but the Lone Ranger urged the Great Horse Silver to even greater speed as he pursued the fleeing outlaw. Faster, big fella, faster! Come on, Silly! For a moment, the outlaw didn't seem to know he was being followed. Then, turning in the saddle, he saw the masked man racing along behind him. He raised his gun and fired. The speeding horse spoiled his aim and the bullets went wild, as the Lone Ranger, having holstered his own guns, continued to follow. The Great White Stallion seemed to be steadily increasing his speed, and gradually but surely moved closer and closer to the fleeing man. Again, bullets whined close. But still, the Lone Ranger pressed onward until he could see the panic-stricken look on the face of the outlaw, who seemed unable to take his eyes off the masked figure moving up behind him. Finally, the Lone Ranger took his lariat in his hand, and whirling it above his head, suddenly sent the snake-like rope forward. As the loop whipped down over the shoulders of the outlaw, the Great Silver instinctively slid to a halt, and with a surprised yell, the outlaw was pulled from his saddle by the top lariat. Teddy Silver, whoa, easy, set it up. Oh, I'm hurt. I landed on my shoulder. Stop whining. Get up. What are you going to do? Tie you on your horse and turn you over to the sheriff in Red Rock. What is this? A joke? Your mask, that means... It means you're still going to the sheriff in Red Rock. What's your hope, my lad? I'll just get breaking myself. Well, at least we have this one. Get on your horse, you. Yeah, yeah, sure. Don't use that gun. Get going to your horse. Go on, mount. Me hold, boys. Look, mister, maybe we can make a deal. I got some of the money from the stage in my saddlebag. I'll divvy with you if you let me go. That money will be evidence against you. I said we're taking you to Red Rock. You'll be sorry when Pedro Himez hears about this. Oh. So it was part of the Himez gang that pulled that hole up, huh? That's an added reason why we'll turn you over to the sheriff. Here's a little bit. Come, Scout. All right. Start back to the trail and head for Red Rock. He's a big fella. He's a big fella. Get up there. Get up there. Upon reaching the edge of the town of Red Rock, the Lone Ranger called a halt. Then after writing a note to the sheriff, he gave it to Tonto who went into town taking the outlaw. It was after dusk when Tonto returned to the place where the Lone Ranger was waiting, bringing the sheriff with him. Hi, Tonto. Good evening, Sheriff. By thunder, Indian, you told me the truth, all right? With a mask and that white stallion and the fancy guns and all, this must be the Lone Ranger, like you said. Huh? The Lone Ranger. And I got your note along with a silver bullet the Indian brought, but I was still a bit skeptical about really meeting the Lone Ranger himself. I am certainly glad to meet you, Mr. Thanks, Sheriff. Is that outlaw behind bars? Yes, he sure is. And I wish we could get our hands on the rest of the Himez gang. They'd be double less enough around Red Rock. There's nothing we can do that'll make that prisoner talk, though. I'm sure of that. I have a plan that may help find the hideout of the gang. Well, if you have any such plan, I'd sure like to hear it. I suggest you fix it so that the outlaw in jail can escape. Let him escape? Yes. You mean to say after you went to all the trouble of bringing him in? Oh, wait a minute. I'll explain. Oh, you're so right. I'm listening. There were a range so that he thought he managed to escape of his own accord. We could be ready to follow him to the hideout. Gee, that's a good idea. But how can he fix it so as he gets out without realizing his escape was planned? Well, I've thought of a way. When it's time to send in the prisoner's breakfast, I suggest you leave. Hey, hey, hey. What's that? Something happened back in town. Uh-oh. Maybe the gang has come to get the prisoner. That better get their front. Now, we'll go with you. Easy, sir. Come on, sir. Riding from the edge of town at a gallop, the three men moved through the dusk up the back way behind the buildings instead of going through the main street. As they drew closer, they realized the excitement was coming from the cafe and not from the jail. Hey, ship is going on. It's a cafe. We'll pull rain at the back door. Here it is. Oh, it's a good idea. Easy, sir. Easy, sir. Well, slam up in the back door. You'd better stay back in the shadows near the door since you have on that mast. If I need help, you can be ready, eh? Sure. Hey, stop. Stop now, ship. It's a ship. Hold everything, millage. All right. Now, speak up. What's your meaning of this? Well, there's a stranger in here somewhere who started it, sir. Well, he went loco, I reckon. Did too much celebrating, I'd say. He was sitting at a corner table. And he just jumped up quick like, pulled his gun, started shooting at the bottles on the shelf behind the bar. Well, then everybody got into the brawl. It seems like. Where is that stranger you mentioned? Point him out. Well, let's see. He, uh... Oh, now that's funny. I don't see him in here now. Guess he must have beat it during the excitement. Yeah, we was all too busy to know this. Yes. Well, the trouble with you, Watties, is that you take every chance to start a brawl without reason. Now, if you don't want me to jail all year, take up a collection to pay for the damage you did. As for the stranger who started this, if I could get my hands on it... Sheriff! Sheriff! I'll handle the jail a few minutes to go to see if you were around. You'd better get there quick. Well, what happened? The deputy left in charge his wounded and out-pulled, and the cells are all empty. All right, look to make sure. Oh, man. Well, there was only one prisoner. One of the Himez gang. Jay, that stranger you mentioned must have started this brawl as a cover-up for the jailbreak. 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. All to continue our story. The Lone Ranger and Tato standing unnoticed in the shadows near the back door of the cafe heard the news that was brought to the sheriff. Pedro Himez pulled a fast trick and ruined our plan, fellow. Am I right? We'll go to the back door of the jail. You can let the sheriff know I'm waiting out back after we get there. All right, let's go. After the wounded deputy had been taken care of, the sheriff joined the Lone Ranger and Tato outside the back door of the jail. Well, sheriff, did you find out anything from the wounded deputy? Yep, yep. He said he heard the ragged at the cafe, but knew I was around town somewhere and didn't want to leave the jail unguarded. Well, see, about that time, a tall woman wearing a sun bonnet and a shawl came into the jail. Oh, woman, huh? Uh-huh. The deputy says he got a polite like and said, uh, what can I do for you, madam? Right then, she whipped out a gun and let him have it. That's all he remembers. The lamp light wasn't any too bright so he didn't get a close look at a fish. Oh, that bad. Hey, ass stole around, but nobody saw a woman and the man riding away. I don't think the prisoner rode away with a woman at all. But the deputy swore it was a woman. I think he may have pulled another trick, sheriff. I think it was one of his men dressed as a woman. Great day. Ass, he could have worn the dress along with a shawl over his regular clothes. The sun bonnet would disguise his head and features. Yeah. It would take only a minute to get them off and roll them into a bundle. Well, if so, I bet that's the way it was. With the excitement going on at the cafe and it being dark out, nobody had noticed a couple of bombaries riding through town. That's right. And they couldn't have come out the back way. We came along there and we would have seen them. Yep, yep. Well, the only thing I can do now is wait till dawn and then I'll get a poshie together and make a search for the gang. The moon's coming up. When it's bright enough, I don't know how to do some looking around. Maybe we can find something before you're ready to ride with a poshie. Easy, steady. Easy scoffing. Adios, scoffing. Adios. Well, see you in the morning then. Good enough. Come on till the day. Get them up. Meantime, in a back room of the Red Rock Hotel, just a short distance down the street and catty corner from the jail, four men lounged about listening as Pedro Jumez talked in a low voice. So, am I not the clever one, amigos? We have come one by one to this room which Hank keeps here at the hotel. You sure figured out a good plan, all right, Pedro? Yes, of course. Then while Hank make the disturbance at the café, me, Pedro, dressed like a woman went out of the back door of this hotel, walked to the jail and got wall-y free. When they look on the deputies face was most comical when I pulled the gun and shoot him. It was plenty risky, but it worked. They'll be scouring the countryside looking for our hideout while we're right here under their noses. See, sir, Hank, that is right. And after the sheriff takes a posse out for the search, then we shall rob the bank for the second time and leave the staircase. The sheriff will go local when he gets back with the posse and finds out what's happening. Now, all we have to do is wait until we know the posse has gone. They will wait until daylight, I'm sure. We shall get our horses from the grove behind the hotel and ride to the bank in the morning. When the moonlight was bright enough, the lone ranger and tato search the various trails leading from town for evidence of fresh tracks of galloping horses. They were unable to find what they were looking for, so they returned to the edge of town and pulled rain. The outlaw and the prisoner he freed may have gone on foot to a place behind one of the buildings in town. They'd left their horses. We could find the trail they left as they started away from town. It would be easy to follow them. Isn't that right? We'll leave Silver and Scout here, tato. What we do now, Kimmer Sully? We'll walk along behind the buildings, look for some trace of their horses' hoof marks. We want to attract attention on foot. Let's go. Moving in the shadow as the masked man and the Indian walked behind the buildings on one side of the main street, then crossed over and searched behind the buildings on the other side. It took a great deal of time as they carefully scrutinized the ground. It was an hour later when they reached the space behind the hotel. Suddenly, the lone ranger stooped and picked up something. Then he called to tato, who was a few paces away. Tato, look here. What's your pint, Kimmer Sully? A woman's son, Bonnet. The outlaw must have dropped it. It's right near Backdoor Hotel. And look, Kimmer Sully, these three footprints are two men. I see a good many footprints, tato, so we can't... Wait. Look close. These show two men running to Hotel Backdoor. Good that you can read signs so well, tato. That explains why no one saw them leaving town. They ran across the street and came here to the Backdoor, the hotel. You think they'll hide out in hotel? That seems to be the answer. Clever move on their part. Sheriff takes it for granted. It head away from town. Not right. Tato, go get the sheriff. Have him bring a few of his men here. Meantime, I'll go inside and try to locate the room they're in. All right, hurry. The sheriff was just getting ready to leave his office at the jail when tato hurriedly entered. Well, tato, I was just about to leave. What's the range for? Don't we ride? No. You get men, come quick to Backdoor Hotel. What's going on at the hotel? Mask friends say you come, maybe catch outlaws. Holy schmook. You mean they might be right there under our noses? You get men, come quick. All right, I'll do it right away. Be with you pronto. After tato left to get the sheriff, the lone ranger cautiously entered the Backdoor of the hotel. He decided that the men must have a room near the back so they wouldn't have to pass through the lobby. With that thought in mind, he listened at each door in the back corridor. In spite of caution, the rough, bare flooring creaked beneath the mask man's boots as he left one door and moved to another. Light shone from the crack under the door he approached. Then he stopped listening as the murmur of voices came to his ears. For a moment, the lone ranger stood motionless. Then he bent one knee and knelt to peer through the keyhole. In the meantime, inside the room, Pedro, who was talking, suddenly interrupted his words and signaled for silence. It will be... If it is slight noise, I shall open the door and hold my gun ready. Caramba, a mask man listening. As Pedro swung the door open, the lone ranger moved like lightning, knocking Pedro's gun arm with his left hand and landing a blow to the chin with his right. As Pedro went down, his gun flew from his hand and the force of the effort carried the lone ranger into the room where the others were already grabbing for their gun. Hold it! But instantly, the mask man's guns appeared in his hands. Then he heard a voice behind him say... Reach, mister. I was wise enough to stand alongside the door. Hey, he's the one who took me to jail. Fill him with lead. No, wait! The lone ranger stood, realizing he was cornered for the moment. Then he slowly raised his hands. As Pedro got to his feet, rubbing his chin and picking up his gun, walked from the door to where the lone ranger stood and placed the mask man. So, there's a gun at your back, senior mask man, and also the rest of us holding guns. Drop yours to the floor, Pronto. Very well. Good. Now, Wally, you continue to keep him covered from behind. What you others, put away your guns and come here. Right. What are you going to do, Pedro? You're going to plug him right now. Yeah, remember, he socked you, Pedro. He caught Wally this afternoon. I cannot forget this. Saka, my God, the joy is most painful. But I shall return this blow he has given to Pedro Humez with much interest. Each of you take one of his arms and hold him securely. They'll do that at their risk. The risk is yours, my impetuous friend. If you resist, a bullet will find its way into your back. Hold him, senior. Sure. I got one arm. I have many questions. We got him, Pedro. The two outlaws. The two outlaws held the lone ranger's arms behind his back, making sure not to get in the way of Wally's gun. Pinioned and seemingly helpless, the masked man stood facing the sneering Pedro. Well, what now, Humez? I have noticed you know me, senior, but I have not the pleasure of knowing you. First, I shall holster my guns on. Now, amigo, before inquiring the reason for your spying, I shall remove your mask and then see how many blows your chin can take. As Pedro paused to watch the effective his words on the masked man before him, the lone ranger thought quickly. He knew that he could expect a bullet from Wally's gun if he resisted. Yet, come what may, he had no intention of taking Pedro's blows or letting the outlaw remove the mask. Then came the chance he almost dared not hope for when he heard Tatto's voice from the doorway. You drop gun. Quick, look there. Instantly, before Pedro could actually... The lone ranger kicked heavily back with one foot, catching one of the outlaws on the shin. And a split second later, the masked man swung slightly sideward, bending forward at the same time. So that the other outlaw flew over his shoulder and landed with great force against Pedro and Hank. As they fell to the floor, the lone ranger scooped up his guns. Hold it, all of you. He has his guns seized. Too fast. Give me any of his guns. I'll give up, mister. No. I'll get this Pedro, give up. When a sudden move, Pedro grabbed the outlaw near him, using him as a shield. Pedro, let me go. They'll kill me. Let them. I shall back to their window, holding you in front of me. Don't shoot, mister. Ha-ha-ha. So he is holding his fire. For him and the Indian, eh? Perhaps they're squeamish. That is good. The window is open and near the ground. Now I shall put a bullet in that masked man as I step back through the window. If you come back any closer, he may... Hey, what the... ...the part that brings my six gunnies labelled to ruin your coat. Now drop that gun. Drop it. See, see. Do not shoot. I saw you doing this, Sheriff. Good work. Pedro, you dirty couch. He would have let me take their bullets to save your own hide. This will show you... Go! If you hadn't done that, I would have. I've got them under control now, Toto. Isn't that right? Hey, you sure had nerve facing that gang of lone masked men. We saw the way you threw them around from outside the window. By facing them alone was quite unintentional, Sheriff. So I had to make the best of it. I don't figure that mask. Which side is he on, anyhow? How come he turned on them out, Lord? Take it easy, man. I vouch for the fact that he's a friend of the law. Get these crooks and killers to jail. I'll call it that he may zombie myself. We bring forces to back a hotel, Kimisabi. Good enough, Toto. Everything seems to be taken care of now. Sheriff, you'd better warn your deputies not to be fooled again by a sun bonnet and dress. You can put this sun bonnet on Pedro and let him wear it in his cell to remind him. Adios. After what that masked man just went through, he still has his sense of humor. All right, get up, you mays, and come along with me. I'll carry your sun bonnet. Don't pray like the masked one can afford to have a sense of humor. He is a make fool of Pedro, he masked. Yes, sure. You ought to know better than to pick on the lone masked man. You ought to know better than to pick on the lone ranger. This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, created and produced by George W. Trendle, directed by Charles D. Livingston, and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beemer.