 fiery horse with the speed of light, the cloud of dust, and a hardy high old silver, the lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the masked rider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early west in the 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 hoof beats of the great horse, Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Tonto were galloping along the mountain trail when suddenly the keen eyes of the masked man saw a prone figure on the ground. There on the edge of the trail. Man, I am ground. He's dead, Tonto. Bullet through his heart. He must have been on horseback but where? Maybe shot scare horse. Him run way. You know this man, Tonto? Have you ever seen him before? No. Tonto not known. I wonder who he is. Why this happen? Him outlaw? No, I don't think so. He's not, look, a bad pin to his vest. Oh. I know this man was a United States deputy marshal. You know name? Wait, papers in his pocket. What papers say? It's a letter. Listen, it says, Sheriff Fred Boone Redstone, dear sir. This will serve to introduce United States Deputy Marshal John Evans. I'm sending him to your territory because this office has received numerous reports concerning the criminal and lawless elements in Redstone. Trust you will give Mr. Evans every cooperation and I'm sure he will be very helpful to you. Sincerely yours. Sign with the United States Marshal. Somebody know lawman come shoot first. I'm going to keep this letter. We'll stop at the county seat and report the murder. Yes, Silver. How far away is Redstone, Tonto? Redstone, plenty far. Heep, big mountain. Yes, I know. It's across the divide, up in the gold mining country. That's where we're heading, Tonto. We're going to see Sheriff Fred Boone. First we'll take this man to the county seat and we'll get him on scout. And we got him good. Steady, Silver. Get him on scout. Come on, Silver. The lone ranger and Tonto rode to the county seat and left the body of the deputy Marshal. And they rode steadily north for three days. Each night they made camp to rest for a few hours. But there were many miles to go and the first light of the rising sun always found them in the saddle again. In the late afternoon of the fourth day, they left the rolling planes behind them and stopped for a moment at a cross trail. Whoa, who's got a boat on a boat? This is where we head west, Tonto. Mountain trail, plenty man. The only way to reach Redstone. Come on, Silver. Get him on the scout. While they picked the way along a rocky trail at zigzag through deep ravines and clung to the face of mountains hundreds of feet high, the man they were seeking, Sheriff Fred Boone, was having dinner with Jim Wallace, owner of the Golden Hair Mine. Of course it's none of my business, Jim, but I think you'd be smart to sell the Golden Hair. It's played out. I don't want to sell it, Chief. Won't you have some more to eat, Mr. Boone? Well, thank you, Nancy. I've had enough. Mighty good vitals, too. Lots of folks think I ought to sell a Golden Hair, but I'm not going to do it. Jim, I'm a friend of yours, so I'm going to speak right out. You're an old man. There's no sense of holding on to a mine with no gold in it. Why do you want me to sell? For your own good and for your daughter. Now, why should she have to? This, too, I don't understand how I feel, Chief. I made that strike 20 years ago when Nancy here was just a little tight, and her mother was... we're still alive. We named it after her Golden Hair. I know. And you took out a lot of pay dirt. Enough to build the only stamp of mill within a hundred miles. But now it's played out, so what do you, Nancy, got? The stamp of mill is something... Oh, what good's a mill without ore to feed it? I know how Pa feels, Mr. Boone. The Golden Hair and the mill, well, they're part of us. Well, suit yourself. Understand Bart McKee made you good offer. He did. Boyd figures if he owned the mill, he could pack it over to that new mine he's working the other side of the ridge. Well, if he's offering a good price, you're crazy not to let him have it. Why? I've got my own good reasons. But there's no sense in talking to a stubborn old coot like you. Come here, Chief. Maybe this will help you understand what I mean. Listen. Listen to what? You hear that waterfall? It's the overflow from the flume up in the mine. Oh, what about it? I built that flume in the mill. And I dug the mine too. I hadn't been up there for almost two years now. Oh. But sometimes at night, I sit here and listen to that water, and it seems like I can hear the stamp of mill going full blast. It's like it used to be. Jim, you're really local. Yeah, maybe. Well, good to be getting back to town. Thank you for the dinner, Miss Nancy. You're welcome, Sheriff. Who's this? Bart McKee. Evening, Miss Nancy. Howdy, Jim. Sheriff. Well, hello, Bart. Kind of off your range, ain't you? I just rode over to see if Jim changed his mind about the Golden Hair. No, Bart. I don't want to sell. That sounds pretty definite. You're Jim Stubborn, Bart. You can't budge him. No harm in trying. Well, I've got a mousse on. Hey, boy. Thanks again for the dinner, Nancy. Wait, Sheriff. I'll ride along with you. At least till the trail branches over the ridge. Come on, then. You ain't going to get any place arguing with Jim Wallace. Yeah, right, Jim. The mine's not for sale. Well, that's it. Well, by the way, Sheriff, I got some news for you. Yeah? One of the boys driving the stage has a couple of outlaws headed this way. And wearing a mask and an engine faveling with him. Let him come. These ordinary outlaws will be different from the sneak and high graders we have around these parts. You figured there's some high grade going on, Sheriff? Yep. Who's doing it? Yeah, I don't know. Come on. You riding? Yeah, yeah. I'll go peace with you. Hey, good night, Jim, Nancy. Good night, Sheriff. Hey, get up there for a while. Get up there for a while. I dislike that Bart, but he more every time I see him. Oh, I guess he's all right. Just ambitious. I don't see how the Sheriff can be so friendly with him. Nancy, I'm going to walk up to the mine. Why, Pa, you can't go up there now. It's too dark. I'm a little late. Besides, the moon makes it as bright as day. You haven't tried to climb that far in years. Hey, I'm kind of lonesome tonight, Nancy. Guess that's why I want to go up. You don't mind to your child? You mean, no, of course I don't mind, Pa, but be careful. I'll be all right. Don't wait up for me, Nancy. A trail to the golden hare mine was steep, and climbing with legs that were no longer young forced Jim to stop many times and rest. Finally, he could see the mine. He stopped, and his heart swelled with pride. This was his, the golden hare, and no one would ever take it from him. The roar of the flume's waterfall was almost deafening, but suddenly he detected another sound, a sound he could hardly believe. But it's just stepping me when the mud opened. He ran as fast as he could to the doorway of the mill. Hey, it's you. Hey, great, that's what you are. I never thought that you would see that. I think Sheriff Fred Boone was seated in his office when the door opened suddenly. Are you Fred Boone, the sheriff? The mask man and the ninja. If you're the sheriff, I have a letter for you. I'm Sheriff Boone. Who are you? You want to see the letter? Give it to me. So you're John Evans, deputy marshal, huh? John Evans is dead. Shocked for man Bush on the trail, many miles east of here. How do you know? I ended a friend and I found him. We reported the murder, then wrote on here to help. You don't expect me to believe that, do you? That's up to you. You coming here wearing a mask can tell me a man's been murdered. Well, if he was killed, you and his engine most likely did it. You are having trouble here in Redstone. There's a lot of high grading going on. But I don't need any crooks to help me catch the arm braces doing it. We're not crooks, we came to help you. All right, if you're so peaceable, shock those guns you're packing. Throw them on the table. That will prove the worse than the seer. I gladly do it. Good. Now reach for the ceiling, both here. You took a little unfair advantage, didn't you, Cheryl? I ain't taking any chances without laws. Keep your hands up. I've got a nice jail on the second floor of this building. It'll just fit you, too. Chef Boone, oh. Don't get scared, Nancy. I'm just holding a bead on a couple of would-be outlaws. Chef Boone, Pa's been killed. What? Last night at the Golden Hair Mine. Well, wait a minute, Nancy. Well, I heard these two mavericks upstairs and lock them up. Who are they? I don't know. It might have been them that shot your pa. We'll find out now. Get going, you arm brace up them stairs. Come along, fellow. And remember, I'm right behind you with a 45. Get going now. That's right. Well, I'll get this door unlocked. All right, inside, will you? I don't think we crooks. Yeah. This isn't exactly what I expected. She'd tell me all about it. There's nothing to tell. I just found him there this morning. Tell me, Nancy. How did your pa happen to go to the mine? It was right after you and Bart McKee left last night. Pa said he was kind of lonesome and I know I liked the old mine, so I told him to go. And he was killed up there. I can't figure it out. Got your horse outside? Yes. Well, come on. You and I'll go there and look around. Where did you find him? In the stamping mill. I'll show you. One of the boys from the next claim helped me carry Pa's body down to the cabin this morning, but here's where I found him, right here. He must have been coming through the door and he was shot from over there. Why? Who would want to kill him? Well, I don't know, Nancy. Maybe those two critters I've got locked up. How long since this mill has been used? Two years. Not since we stopped working the mine. No signs of a struggle around here. You must have... Now, wait. What's this on the floor? Dirt, I guess. It's been so long since... This ain't dirt. Look. A nugget. Gold, all right, but not a nugget. It's a cuff link. But how? You ever see this before? Did it belong to your Pa? No, I... I'm sure it didn't. Then maybe at last I'm on the trail of something. What do you mean? Well, it might be wrong. Nancy, you go down to your cabin and wait for me. I'm riding back to Redstone. Is it that masked man you put in jail? No, I think I made a mistake. But it's not too late to ask for his help. Wait for me at the cabin. Somewhere, the killing of that girl's father is connected with the murder of John Evans. Ah. We can't do much about it. As long as we're locked up in here. Lohman, not like us. And he comes back. We'll move fast. You understand? Ah. Somebody's coming. The stranger, I want to talk to you. Good. You'll unlock this door out. You see, I've sort of changed my mind. Talking with only a waste time, Sheriff. It's better this way. I hate it to do that, but we've got to hurry. Quick, downstairs. Get my guns, Tonneau. Tonneau, get them. Yeah. But thanks, Tonneau. Here, Silver. Here, Scout. I don't know where that mine is, but we've got to find it. Ah. Come on, Silver. Get him on, Scout. Get him on, Scout. Get him on, Scout. Oh, Silver! Curtin 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. Ranger and Tonneau escaped from the Redstone Jail. They headed directly north, up a winding mountain trail. Meanwhile, the sheriff had recovered and the Lone Rangers blow. And with lips grimly set, he walked to the mining office of Bart McKee and his partner Ed Craven. Oh, howdy, Sheriff. Hello, Bart. Morning, and sit down. I figured it would. Oh, my partner Ed Craven. Ed, this is Sheriff Boone. Hi. Yes, I think I know Craven. My sight at least. What's on your mind, Clive? There are lots of things. Principally this. What is it? Exactly what it looks like, Bart. Gold cuff link. Pretty, ain't it? Ever see it before? Me? No, can't say I have. Why? Because I know you have. This is one of a pair, cuff links, Bart. A pair that you wear all the time. The mate to it is in your shirt cuff right now. There must be some mistake. No mistake, Bart. The proof is right here before us. I must have lost it someplace. Where'd you find it? On the floor of the stamping mill at the Golden Hair Mine. On the floor of... Oh, now that's impossible. Oh, no it isn't. Because you were there last night. You were there when Jim Wallace was killed. Now, wait a minute, Sheriff. I was with you last night. For a few minutes, then you took a side trail. So that's proof that I was at Wallace's mine when he was shot? How'd you know he was shot? You just told him. No, no, I didn't. I said he was killed. I didn't mention shooting. That doesn't prove anything. Well, some other things do. For instance, you told me last night that the stage driver mentioned two outlaws. A masked man and an engine. Well? Well, there hasn't been a stage into Redstone for the last three days. The deputy United States Marshal was murdered. And the man who shot him might have seen this masked man, the engine. What's this all about? About you, Bart. And the high-grading you've been doing around here. That's a lie. I figured something was wrong when that little mine of yours on the ridge kept turning out so much paydirt. Is that why you wanted to buy the golden hair? Because you'd already been tapping it? Why, I don't have to take it. You were there last night. Jim Wallace caught you, so you killed him. I'm not going to take it. Yes, you better come with me, Bart. You're under arrest. Why are you... Don't reach for it. I've got you covered. Let him have it, Ed. This is my first sheriff to only cover one of us. You drill him? Ah, I just grazed your skull, but I'm going to finish the job if you allow me. Not here. Time up. We'll take him with us tonight and get rid of him up there. A mill? Where else? After that blow-up last night. And be safer than ever. Get the packed mules, load them into one of the sacks, and meet with the old infants just after dark. Why don't you come with me? I'll get the boiler started up in the mill so we can run the ore through. How's this stuff we're taking out test? About four dollars to the pound in gold. Ah, that's plenty high. We ought to make a killer. We will. Now, don't forget. Pack the mules and meet me there just after sundown. Meanwhile, the lone ranger and tunnel followed the winding mountain trail through a maze of little used passes and small hidden valleys. They had but a general idea of the cabin where Nancy Wallace lived. Finally, they pulled their horses to a stop at the summit of the mountain where they could see for miles across the broad valley before them. The rays of the setting sun fell on a small cabin, almost hidden in the foothills of the next range. And a little beyond the cabin, they could see what appeared to be the remains of an old mine. The masked man and his Indian friends urged their horses on a breakneck speed until when it was almost dark. Oh, silver! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! I think this is the place, tunnel. The only cabin in this section. Oh, the outlaws? We're not outlaws. We're here to help you. Help me? That's right. Did Sheriff Boone send you? Well, in a way, yes, he did. And I guess it's all right because he said he was going to talk to you. The sheriff didn't have much time to talk. He told me to wait for him. Do you mind answering a few questions? What are they? Your father was killed last night. Yes, he was shot. Where did it happen? At the mine, the golden hare. It's about a mile from here. May we, uh, go up there? If you like, I'll go with you. That will be much better. Then follow me. Leaving the humble cabin, a lone ranger on the tunnel followed the girl up a path overgrown with weeds and underbrush. The trail showed evidence of much use in years past, but now the branches of the trees met overhead and the birds sang undisturbed. The lone ranger understood the pride that Nancy's father had taken in the old mine, and he realized how the old man must have felt when the last load of paid dirt had been removed. Suddenly the sound of a waterfall was heard, and it was then that Nancy spoke. This is it, the golden hare. It hasn't been worked for years. There's the main shaft over there, but I think it's covered now. And the waterfall? That's the overflow from the flume. I see. What's building was it that your father... This one right here. It's a stamping mill. Let's go inside. I don't know whether you've ever seen a stamping mill like this. That machine over there crushes the ore. Then water is cut in from the flume, and the crushed ore is washed under copper plates. Yes, that's what happens. How long has this machinery been idle? Two or three years. That's the reason everything's so rusty. Oh, but these crushes on the stamping machine are not rusted. In fact, they might have been used as recently as yesterday. I don't understand. You've heard of high graders, haven't you? That's what the sheriff spoke about. And he's on the right trail. The same trail your father found. That's why he was killed. How can we prove anything like that? There's only one way to do it. Go down into the mine and find out for ourselves. You operate the hoist. Well, it needs steam. Not to let it down. Tunnel now will go. And you stay here and fire the boiler. Then when we signal, you can raise us. I can do that all right. And we'll need lanterns. There, on the wall. Here, Tunnel, carry them until we get below ground. Come on, let's hurry. We might have visitors. You mean, whoever was here last night? Well, they may come back. Then how can we... I got a fire started in that boiler. So you can bring us up on short notice. I understand. Here, this is the shaft. You'll have to move that wooden cover. And I'm afraid the railing around it is so weak. We'll watch out for it. Lift, Tunnel. Huh? We got to get on. Far enough to... There. Now, Tunnel, climb in that big bucket and hang on. Huh? How to do like you? I mean, I'll hold the lanterns. Huh? You can get in there. Room enough for two of us? Huh? There. Now, Nancy, go back to the engine house and let us down. Where shall I stop it? There are three levels. Which was the newest from the mine closed? The lower. Let us down there. I'll wait for your signal. All right. Let's go. Down into the shaft went the bucket with a lone ranger and tunnel appearing through the dim light in search of evidence that would prove that someone had been in the mine recently. Past the first level they went and past the second where they could just make out the shadows of the wood piling now slowly rotting. As Nancy operated the winch that slowly paid out the line, the masked man and his Indian Fran reached the third level. But here there was no light at all. Then the bucket hit the ground with a resounding thud. This is the bottom. Come on, Tunnel. Back and back. Every light of that is here. That's better. Yeah. Which way we go? We'll have to guess. Come on. Come on. The lone ranger and Tunnel spent the next two hours walking through a labyrinth of underground passages. Their sense of direction was naturally distorted. So they weren't surprised to find they had completed a circle in the deserted mine and were almost back to the base of the main shaft. Suddenly as they came around the sharp corner. Hello, look. This is the oven we've been looking for. Tunnel not know what you mean. See? The side of this drift. It's all freshly mined. Oh. This must be the place the high graders are working. Tunnel not savvy. High grader. Now it's a turn that miners use for crooks who steal ore from the mine. They pretend it's worthless. Oh. How'd they get ore? Nobody's seen them. That's a mystery in this case. They aren't using the main shaft. They stamp gold in big machine? Yes. They're using the stamping mill, but I can't understand how they get the ore up there. Maybe we... Tunnel, did you blow out the lantern? No. Counter not to it. Big wind. There's a draft in here. That means a horizontal tunnel someplace. Come on. I'm gonna signal Nancy and go up. There's a signal rope, but... Listen. It sounded like Nancy. We must get up there somehow. How we get up? Come on, we'll follow that tunnel where your lantern was blown up. Meanwhile, back at the stamping mill, Bart McKee and his partner Ed had sneaked up on Nancy as she was lighting the boiler under orders from the Lone Ranger. She tried to warn the two men in the mine, but the bullets from Ed's gun served as a warning to stay where she was. The two Elk Laws had brought the sheriff with them. He was still weak from his gunshot wound, and he was tightly boned hand and foot. Ed quickly boned Nancy in a similar manner and then shouted to his partner. What do you say, Bart? I got them both tied up. Put the sheriff in first. How about the girl? Better watch those hammers work them over. You give her an idea of what they expect. Come on, Sheriff. You'll have to walk. I'm not gonna carry you. You all get away with this. What does it look like we're doing now? Come on, get moving. If you think you can... I'll try any of them to trick Sheriff. I'll plug you before the machine gets a chance to start working. No, man! I'm trying to put it... Don't! Oh, no! Wait a minute! Wait! I'll turn off the machine. You slip them in. They'll start it up again. What do you mean, man? It's so heavy, I can't... Can't call on your... Drop your hands, both of you. Beautiful! Oh! I risked... Put up your hands. Your wrist is all right. I just shot the gun out of your hand. You'll never get a chance to try that fancy shooting on me. Big Cuttle. He's gone out another door. I'll circle to the left. I'll go this way. Head him off, Cuttle. He's heading for the mine. Tail around that shaft and he'll... I'll show you, sir. Him walk backward. Fall. Now, nothing we can do now. Come along, Tutto. You've got to release Nancy and the sheriff and take care of one prisoner. The following morning, the Lone Ranger and Tutto stopped in front of Sheriff Boone's office when Nancy was waiting for them. The sheriff tells me that you and your friend are leaving Redstone. Is that true? We've accomplished what we came here to do. There's no reason to stay any longer. But how can we ever thank you, repay you for what you've done? If we've helped you, we've been more than well-paid. But I don't even know your name. Well, it's better that you don't. I... I'd like to remember something. You can remember by always helping someone else. Adios. Come on, silver. Get him up. Get him up. You have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.