 horse with a speed of light, the cloud of dust and a hardy high old silver, the Lone Ranger. The building of the first transcontinental railroad was one of the most important steps in the winning of the west. The railroad was of prime importance to the future of the country. But powerful forces, cattlemen, stagecoach lines and steamship companies opposed it, outlaw opposition sprang up, and the Lone Ranger was commissioned by the president to lead the fight against the enemies of progress. And with this nod of those thrilling days of yesteryear, from out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver, the Lone Ranger rides again. Fort Kearney, the small herds of buffalo and the prairie gophers raised their noses and sniffed the east wind. There was a scent of man on the wind, the strong scent of many men, and the wind carried sounds too. The muffled pound, pound, pound of hundreds of workers swinging giant hammers, building a railroad across the wilderness. That's the way. Flatten that road bed, pound it out. There's a railroad coming. You want the track crew to lay rails on empty ground? They're coming fast. Putting the rails down so cooked they smoke. Get ahead. Get ahead and keep ahead. Faster there, you slow folks, or they'll be climbing right over your back. Mr. Hackness, showing we'll have the road bed fixed clear and fixed to go before there are a hundred miles out of Kearney. That's no way to talk. Yeah, and this is the way to work. Hold that mall, Johnny. Get it, Johnny. Here we go. That's the way. That's the way to build a railroad. Howdy, Miss Barkley. Colonel Parkman sent me out to see how you were doing. You have to ask, ma'am. No, indeed. I can see you're doing right fine. These men are real workers. You better tell the Colonel to speed up that track crew. We'll be miles ahead of him. We're putting down ten miles of track a day, Harkness. Oh, for a fact. For a fact. Well, that's fine. We'll get this railroad built in spite of flood or fire or... Indians! Drop your hammer. Guns. It's a raiding party. They're on both sides. They're wearing war paint. Johnny, get down behind those sandbags. I got the one in the paint. Miss Barkley, get down here. Make every shot count, men. Go and waste bullets. There's one I didn't wear, Mr. Harkness. That red skin was dead before he hit the ground. Oh, gracious. There are so many of them. They go right away below us, Tunner. Ah. Left the end of track several miles ago. There's no sign of the grading crew. Them work plenty fast. Get plenty far ahead. I haven't noticed any signs of trouble. Have you? No. No trouble. How long have we been riding the railroad right away, Tunner? Three days since we came up from St. Joe, isn't it? That's right. We watched railroad from hill by day and by night. Can't very well show ourselves. An Indian and a masked man. Some of those railroad men might shoot first and ask questions later. Ha, ha, ha. Them not know you alone, Ranger. Only girls know that. Miss Barkley? Ah. They haven't heard anything from her, Tunner. She's supposed to get in touch with us. Anything goes wrong. That means that everything is quiet, or... Ah. Or else, girl, maybe not, no. Well, we can... Tunner. What matter? Rain up steady silver. Listen, Tunner. No. You may not hear anything. Steady, boys. Steady. Listen. He must have been here now. That sound like Indian raid. Yes. Attacking the grading crew. Up ahead of us. Come on, Tunner. Get up! Get up! They've got an arrow in my arm. Can't do me any more. Oh, it looks bad, doesn't it, Mr. Hartness? Sure does, Miss Barkley. We need help. We need help bad if we don't get it... Quiet. I don't know who it is, and I don't care. They're shooting at those redskins. Come on, man! Shoot for all your worth! Shoot! You and your engine, par, turn the tide. I'll be a busted tie spike. Mr. Hartness, he's wearing a mask. What kind of armory are you, an outlaw? Let's not go into that. Hartness. Don't lift your rifle. After all, these men saved our lives. Yeah, I reckon they did. Kino, mister, whoever you are, there'll be no gunplay. Shani, have the boys get back to work. Sure thing, Mr. Hartness. Come on, you bully boys. Show them what's a few savages. We've got a railroad to build. Drop your guns and up with your hammers. We're working for the railroad. Too bad your men haven't got horses yet, yes. We could grow that whole band of Indians. I reckon so, mister. But as long as they're held off, we can't high tail after anyway. We've got a road to build. What about? Yes? Well, out there. Several of the Indians were killed. When they charged, they asked for that, mister. I suppose they did, but still... I don't fret, Miss Barclay. I'll detail some of the boys to give them a decent burial. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to work. I know the answer to my prayer. You were following the grade. We heard the shooting. Not right. We look for you too. That's what it applies to me. I'm certain it was, but, uh, I wonder if they were all Indians. What do you mean? This one lying here. Let's get a little closer. Come here, Tullo. Uh, let me rub more paint on face and see if... You must have it. Miss Tullo, not Indian. No. Is there any gate, Miss Barclay? What's more, look at the gloves he's got shoved through his belt. Do you notice that brand on them? Mask, man. It's a brand like a spur. That's right. Why, a week ago, when there was that trouble hiring men in St. Joe, those outlaws, you helped capture. They had spur brands on their gloves or holsters too. Yes. How don't I put those brands on ourselves? That was how the sheriff was able to identify them, take them prisoner. Then this one must have escaped. Ah, and that plenty bad. Him come here and make Indian attack on railroad. Then it wasn't just an Indian raid. No, Miss Barclay. It was planned. Planned by the mysterious band of outlaws who were trying everything within their power to prevent the railroad from being built. Who are they? We don't know yet, but, uh... Yes? I was just wondering, this man is dead. He can't trouble us any longer. But he escaped from the sheriff at St. Joe. I wonder how many more escaped. Señor Kildo. Uh, see, you're coming, Brazos. Come all the way in. Oh, you're plenty tired. All right, plenty tired. Oh, you're so war-paint, Brazos. Is your raid on the railroad? Yes. See, I'm way back from St. Joseph. We pay Indians some cash to fight grading crew. Kill them? No, sir. At first, we do pretty good. Then he'll come for them. They might as well just pardon them. No arrangement. Yeah, I see. So his hombres have a way of turning up whenever the railroad's in trouble. I don't like it. Señor, there's not a one-half of it. They turn up back in St. Joe also. What's it? Game to break up hired men for the railroad and come off you there? Very sorry, Señor. Sorry? When I planned for the sad gold rush, so men only railroad work. Only a long-range or spoiled plan. What about Dawson Slade? In prison, all the rest in prison. Only me and Carl, we get away. And Carl, where's he now? He's perhaps dead, Señor. Attack on railroad crew, we both put war-paint on like Indians. Yeah, he's still got paint on. Carl, he's catching bullet. I don't wait for to see. Oh, he's going well. She's heavy. Take off, yes? You need to keep after that railroad, understand? I got plenty of cash. I can get more men. That railroad's never gone through. If it does, there's no chance that the Western Territory will break away from the United States. And I want it to, right? Eh? Señor, for why you stabbled my whole stuff. Something is wrong, yes? What's this? What is what? Me, I don't know. Savvy, what? Oh, this. You mean what is born in the leather, yes? Looks like a brand. Mark of a spur. See, this Lone Ranger, he do that. Very clever. Do that while we sleep before business at San Josef. And it's our share of no which is us. Lone Ranger, he call out the rest, everyone with Mark of Spore. And... Señor, what is matter? Mark of the spur. Mark of the spur. Well, Jupiter, that's it. That's it. Señor, you go local, maybe? Ah, no, bracers. The mark of the spur, yeah. For me, it is all dark, like inside. Bracers. Ever since he was talking about railroad, he caused a content. Ever since I started to do my best to bust the railroad, I've been looking for a sign or a mark. For example, I get used to put fear into the railroad workers. Oh? And here it is, tossed right into my lap with a Lone Ranger. Ha, ha, ha. And the spur, bracers. Huh? Broken spur, flying spur, black spur. Hey, only spur right where it is, just iron spur. Hey, boy, thunder, that's it. The iron spur. The mark of the iron spur. Ha, ha, ha. Yeah, bracers, we'll bust that railroad. We'll wreck their cars, rip up their tracks, and boost their savers. We'll ride at night. And when we do anything, we'll leave our mark behind. A mark that'll spell terror and fear. A mark of the iron spur. Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha, ha. They called us healthy iron spur. Oh, yes, they're everywhere. Just this afternoon, one of the men on the grading crew was shot. He was bringing water by mule. Dead? No, not dead. Badly wounded. Have you found out anything about them? Oh, no, I have been searching day and night. Ha, man, plenty big. Work many places at the same time, and hard to catch. Colonel Parkman has asked for another detachment of soldiers to guard the right-of-way. The railroad workers are hardy men, but this thing that strikes without warning... Soldiers will help. The workers see the mark of the iron spur everywhere. Some of them have already quit. Yes, but some will keep right on working. That band must be wiped out. Conan and I learned about a man named Brazos who escaped from St. Joe. The sheriff gave us his description, and he was seen near here. Suppose you meet us tomorrow night. Perhaps we'll have some further information. Yes, yes, I'll do that. Tomorrow night. But now I must get back. There was a message that Colonel wanted me to deliver to Mr. Harkness. Adios, till then. Till then, Miss Barkley. Adios. Brazos, here she comes. The secretary for the Colonel Parkman. She will know plenty that will be used for the iron spur. Get ready. Now, get off her. Do you know who I am? Yes, we know. You are Miss Barkley. And we are members of the iron spur. No. Miss Barkley, I give you a choice. I have a gun in my hand. Either you come with us or... or you are dead wounds. 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. Following night, the Lone Ranger and Tonto waited for Miss Barkley at the rendezvous. The moon rose, reached high into the night sky and set once more. The stars flared in a coyote howl. It was long past the appointed time, but there was no sign of Miss Barkley. Finally, the Lone Ranger and Tonto headed for the railroad, taking the path she had followed and she left them. As the sky lightened with the approach of dawn, her eye asserts the ground in front of them. Minutes passed in silence, and then... Tonto, rain up, steady silver, steady silver. Now the tracks are old. Must have happened last night. Look, two sets of tracks coming out of the bushes. Here are the tracks of Miss Barkley's horse. Ah, and hopes make long marks. That means she stopped quick. And the three of them headed that way west. I know she was taken by surprise. I wonder who it was. Look, an iron spur. It was since Brazos and Jaclyn brought you here yesterday morning. Had the point of a gun. There are some times a little persuasion is necessary. And although you're tied up, we're not going to harm you. You're a apartment secretary, aren't you? Oh, I need bother answering. Perhaps not exactly a secretary, but you work with them and you know plenty about the railroad. You, you're the leader of the iron spur. Well, I won't answer that. It doesn't make any difference. But I just want you to tell me a few facts. Now the railroad's got a grading crew pretty far out in front of track. Former name Harkness is the boys. They ought to be about here tomorrow. Will they get the water from this waterhole, Miss Barkley? Well, yes, I... Thanks, Miss Barkley. Thanks for what? I've told you nothing. I figured if I shouted at you real sudden, you'd answer before you had time to think. Oh, it's not that waterhole. No, the water is brought from the end of the track. Save your breath, Miss. Racers, Jacqueline. Come here. Close the door, Jacqueline. Hello, senorita. You are comfortable now? Oh, what a nice little lovely up here in the hills. Yeah, it's so sharp like wine. The view is so wonderful. And it's so far from the railroad, eh? Nobody ever come up here, yes? That's enough praises. See, senorita. Miss Barkley's been giving us some news. Oh? Come here, both of you. Take a look at this map. Can you read a map, Jacqueline? No. Yeah, I forget not. I read the map, senorita. It is good. Eh, this is map of country where railroad run along here because it tracks beyond this grading crew and right near these water holes. You know, Brazos, the water hose, stop right there. That's as far as we need know. Eh, how many of the boys are outside? Only three, senorita. Durando, he got to Omaha with Scarlin and Pedro and William Carson. Fred Bailey head for Buffalo Country where the railroad meat hunters look for meat. Never mind, never mind. You and Jacqueline, the three others, is plenty. You five will get your horses started out. You go with those, senorita. Eh, I get business in places. Eh, the senorita, she will be here long. Sure, he'll try that. You'll be back in a day. Bueno, senorquil crew. How you like that, miss Barkley, eh? When we go on our business, you stay here alone. You have a fine time breathing the air, watching the view, eh? He's very lonely up here. Nothing else to watch, only the view. I can't move. You fall a trail up into hills. We lose trail and rock. We saw this cabin and we... Barkley, where are they? Anyone around? No, no, they're all gone. How far they go? All over, ton. All over. The leader is gone. Oh, good heavens. I almost forgot. The waterhole. Waterhole? Yes, yes, get me free. Make it easy, I'll manage those ropes. Go on, tell us. You remember Harkness's crew? The grading crew? Harkness? The outfit that ran into Indians? West of the Platte? Yes, that's the one. They're further west now. 75 miles further west. You'll have to ride faster than you ever rode before. Brazos and the others are already on their way. Hold on, what do you mean? They're poising the waterhole. Poising the... Follow after me as fast as you can. Bring Miss Barkley. I'm on my way. Hey, Silver! Steady boy. 75 miles further west. Yes, yes, man. And come on, Silver. Hit the trail. Will he ever get there on time? Ah, him get there. Setting a record that no crew can beat. We'll show him how to build a railroad. Here I am, Mr. Harkness. What the... Oh, shaggy. By the brownish stone, Mr. Harkness, you fared your bloody skin. That you did. Who'd you think I was? Some of those men at the Iron Spur? Nowadays we never know, Shani. Well, it's the water I've got. I've run back the water. Shall I be asked to tell him to come and get it? Yeah, I reckon we can all use a drink. Sure, and who couldn't? Rest yourselves! Rest yourselves, me bully boys! Pills me out, so shatty, bringing your water to drink. Boys, I never thought I'd live to see the day when you'd be crazy about water. Shani, shani, pour it out. Would any of you rather have a cup of tea now? And I don't blame you. It is cool this water. Cool and fresh and swish in the lakes. Shani, you didn't take a drink already. Oh, not me, Mr. Harkness. Sure didn't we agree that everyone should drink one at all at the same time? In this blaze in the sun it ain't fair for one man to sip water before the others. Hold out your cups, lads. And here we go. Yours, Mr. Harkness. That's fine. Yours, the panko. Yours, dandy man. Somebody put a bullet right here to the water skin. It's leaking out. I'll drink my water. What in blazes? Knock the cups right out of your hand. Don't drink that water, don't touch it. I'll be gone, gone. It's a mask man. I'm sure you can knock the spots off a fly at 50 paces. But what's the idea? I'm going to have a drink of water Don't drink that water. Mr. Just, what is this about? Has anyone had a drink yet? None of us had a drink. I reckon we would have if you hadn't pulled trigger. But so far our throat is dry as a desert sand. Good. Good, he says. Faith man, are you stock-staring mad as well as masked? What's good about a patch throat? That water was poisoned. Poisoned. By the men of the iron spur. We should see the end of the grading as soon as we top that rise. We ride pretty fast. Do you think the Lone Ranger got there already? Silver, him, gallop, black wind. Last brand here, all right. That's my name. What matter? I don't hear the sound of hammers, but the men singing. It's about Tonto. Suppose he got to them too late. When we look, it's upper itch. Tonto. Look at the men. They're all stretched on the ground, sprawled out. Tonto, they're dead. It looked that way. They must have drunk the water before he got there to warn them. Tonto. I don't understand. Isn't that silver? Oh, that's right. And that Lone Ranger beside them, on ground. Tonto, they can't all be dead. They can't. It's impossible. Miss Barclay, look there. Where? Right in for Mother Way. Right in down, railroad grade. One, two, three, five, five riders. Tonto, it's Brazos and Jacqueline and the rest. It's the iron spur. No, you're not whom. Way here. The outlaws of the iron spur. What shall we do? See, Jacqueline? Yes, they lay out on ground like trees. Sit down with Tornado, eh? Our poison didn't work fine. Now we go leave iron spore beside bodies for railroad men to be afraid of later, eh? Do that. Jacqueline. Yes? The big horse, the white one. You look familiar. Is that not horse of Lone Ranger? My gravy, you're right, Brazos. For certain, I'm right. Because they're on ground also as Lone Ranger himself. Oh, that's pretty funny, eh? We catch Lone Ranger too. He must have wandered up just in time to get some of that water. Yeah, don't rest. We catch Lone Ranger. Ah! You wait now. Hey, Brazos. Once you get out of your horse, just drop the spur and let's ride. No, Jacqueline. Me, I change the mind. Long time nobody knows who is man under Lone Ranger mask. Now me, Brazos, I found out, eh? See, I leave the mask around, though. Right now. All right, men. On your feet. Come with them. They're not dead. Raise me your shoelace. The next man who draws won't get off so easy. Reach full of hand full of air. As soon as my name is santi, I'll be letting air through you. No, no, no. You're not shooting. We surrender. We give up. Yes? Darkness, do you think your men can deliver these outlaws to the jail? Mister, we'll give them a personal escort. My men must be dead after all. You didn't drink the water. Sure, and we didn't. This is all the brain work of the gent with the mask. Ah, what a brain, Miss Barclay. Tonneau and I are riding on. Brazos, give us the name of your leader. I'll tell you. Look for a man named Kilgrove. Ralph Kilgrove. Kilgrove. You hear that, Tonneau? Ah, we look for a man named Kilgrove. Is that a big fella? Adios. Adios, Mass Man. Head for that cabin, Tonneau. More than silver can a man's count. Well, I'll be dogged gone. It sure left sudden, didn't it? Ah, yes, Mr. Harkness. And that's the way they'll be back if we ever have any more trouble. 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