 A fiery horse with a speed of light, the cloud of dust and a hearty high old silver, the low ranger. During the years of unrest that followed the Civil War, a powerful secret organization called the Legion of the Black Arrow sprang up in the western United States. Its members would be found everywhere, defying the law or using the law for their own purposes, working toward the ultimate goal of revolt and the foundation of a despotic empire. It was the masked rider of the planes who led the fight against this band of outlaws and traitors. And for once his great strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness were taxed to the utmost in the cause of democracy. Return with us now to those thrilling days when the West was young. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of a great horse, Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Come on, Silver! Run the trail of the Black Arrow! Hello, Silver! The lone ranger and Tutto had helped prevent the mysterious Legion of the Black Arrow from starting a bloody Indian war in the West. When they left Fort Lariat, there was peace again on the frontier. But several days journeyed from the Fort as the masked man led the way over a brush-covered ridge. Tutto. Three men, count my target. There's going to be more than an argument, Tutto. Guns will be blazing. Come on. Get him up, Silver! There's a man on the right, Tutto. I'll get the other two. Steady. Don't move. Drop those guns. Let go. Let go of my arm. Drop your gun and tell your partner to drop his. I'm dropping mine. Let go of my neck. You drop guns too, like others. All right, Inc. Let me lose. All right, Tutto. Staying clear. Just leave your guns right on the ground, unless you want me to pull trigger. I know, Mask Man. You're the only one holding guns. My hands are heisted. Mister, you had no cold horn in. This is a private quarrel, and I can handle it myself. From where we were, I'd say we're budding off more than you could chew. Two against one. I can smoke down a pair of lion coyotes in a time. You hear that, mister? Fine way for a partner to talk. I'm no partner of yours, Trent. You and Slagle can go to Tarnation as far as I'm concerned. Chandler, if this masked comrade wasn't drawn down on us, you'd eat them words fondle. Yeah, you and who else would, mister? Steady. Steady. What's this all about? This is private business, mister. You're heading for Brazos, aren't you? Huh? How'd you figure that? Oh, you've been traveling. Brazos is the only town in that direction, not an hour going that way, too. So we just make sure you get there, all in one piece. What are you aiming to do, Mask Man? Give you a chance to calm down. Tutto. Uh-huh. You're right on ahead of this legland trench. Keep to the Brazos Trail. Tutto's heavy. You get on horse. I'll follow after you with Chandler. It suits me. The more space between me and them skunks, the less I can smell them. Just in case you get ideas, remember I'll have your shooting irons. You'll get them back in Brazos. The others are pretty far ahead of us, Mask Man. Most out of sight. I slowed down for a reason, Chandler. I ain't talking. Still don't trust me, huh? Show me what's behind that mask, and I'll show you what's in my mind. Chandler, you remind me of a Bannum Rooster. Always ready to scrap, aren't you? Mr. I got a wife waiting for me in Brazos. I promised this time we'd find gold. Now, I ain't gonna lose on account of a couple crude partners. I see. So you did find gold. I reckon I shot off my mouth more than a finger. You might as well tell me the rest. Well, you don't talk like an outlaw. I'm not. Well, a dog gun it might as well. I gotta talk to somebody or bust. We did find gold, mister. Me and French and Slagle. Back there in the hills. A mountain stream's a full of nuggets that'd make your eyes bug out. Then what's the trouble? A map. What? Yeah, a map of the location. French fixed it. I ain't no hand at that stuff. It's wild. Mixed up country there. We needed the map to show location when they registered with the government offer in Brazos. Besides, I don't know if we could find it again without a map. So that's it. The map is lost. The French claims I had it. I never had it. He was carrying it, and Slagle took his side. And when you wanted to see the map, the trouble started? They're partners with me. But are those coyotes that plan to slick me out of my shell? Easy, easy, Chandler. You sure it wasn't just a mistake? Mistake my foot. French has got that map. Well, in that case, suppose we search him. No, you're talking sense, mister. And search Slagle, too. We'll write up ahead and face them now. One way or the other, we'll find who's telling this great story. Well, what, Thunder, shoot! That's not a fight, Chandler. Listen, it's based apart. It's a signal. Well, let me as fast as you can. I'm going on ahead. Wait, man! Get up, you horse, Chandler! I will settle the fire! The masked man raced ahead on the giant stallion. Leaving Chandler far behind, he headed straight along the trail toward the hill, behind which Tonto had disappeared with the other prospectors. As he rounded the base of the hill, he saw two horses standing by the bank of a rushing stream, beside them laid two still-figured. Let's count, Silver. Tonto is down. Masked man! Help, masked man! Tonto. He's all right, mister. Just stunned by that wallop French landed on him with a butt of his gun. French caught me, too. He had no gun. That's what we figured. But he must have been carrying an extra one tucked into his boot top. You fired those shots? Yeah, I used the engine's guns. I'm still sort of dizzy. Oh, what happened? Tonto, are you all right? Me? Me all right now, Kimosabi? Where, where's French? He got away. Oh, Tonto, sorry. Never mind, Kimosabi. Where is French now, Sliggle? Reckon, he's hightailing it on the other side of the river, mister. And what's more, the ornary pool cat fixed the souls we can't follow. Oh, I mean, not savvy. Where boat to go cross water? Look again, Tonto. Current is fast. There was a cable stretched across and a boat attached to it. Now the boat's gone and the cable's been cut. Yeah. French pulled him and his horse across, then cut the cable. The boat went downstream with a current. And now there's no way for us to follow that for them. Yes, there is, Sliggle. Huh? We can use a lariat. Throw a loop across the water to that tree stump over there. Sure, but you'll need a couple of throws to make it. And a couple of ropes for it to be strong enough. Before you get across, French will be clearing the brazos. Then try and find him. Hey, hey there. About as fast as could. What's going wrong? What? Hey, what happened to the flat boat? Who cut the cable? I'm afraid roll of luck, Chandler. French is gone and he's got your map. That night a horseman rode into brazos. As he dismounted in front of the Longhorn Cafe and went in, he kept his hat pulled low over his eyes. He took the stairs swiftly and quietly and moved furtively along the darkened hall to one of the rooms. Come on, man. Wait, I'll turn up the kerosene lamp. Your name's French? Yeah, I'm French. I just rode in a town. I was told anytime I got anything important to come to room six at the Longhorn Cafe. I got something important. All right, what is it? It's a map to the location of the sweetest place of mine you ever saw. The reason I'm turning it over is because I can use a ready cache. Take a lot of work to wash out gold. I don't cotton to work. You got cache? Right here. Who else knows about this trench? I had a couple of partners in with me. You don't have to worry about them. They left on the far side of the brazos river. I set the flat boat adrift. There was also a man and a ninja. What? What's the matter? You jumped? Never mind. You know him? I said never mind. End over that map. I'll give you cache. Sure, sure. First I got to be sure you're the right party. You want a sign? I was told the gent waiting here would have a tattoo mark on his left wrist. Like this? Yeah, that's it. Black arrow. What does it mean? It means nothing to you, trench. Forget you ever saw it. It's all right with me, mister. Here's the map. Where's that cache? Here you are. Aquino silver dialysis is what I like. I figure I'll try my luck on the roulette wheel downstairs. Pleasure to have met you, mister. Trench. Yeah, mister. Watch out for the masked man. He's dangerous. Dangerous, huh? So am I dangerous, mister. Thanks for the advice. Maybe he better watch out, too. Adios. Now, John, there's no use threatening about it. For you know maybe that strike wouldn't have panned out anyway. Maybe he didn't find real gold. Didn't find real gold? I reckon I know real gold when I see it. Trouble with me was I didn't know a thief when I seen him. If I ever lay my hands on that skunk, Trench, I'll... Hey, John. Masked man, the engine are off looking for Trench, aren't they? If he's in Brazos, they'll find him. Sure, they'll find him. But will they find the map? I've been thinking it over, Trench. Maybe Trench doesn't have that map, just the way he said it. You're a local. He ran away, didn't he? Well, it looked that way. It looked that way. He knocked out the engine. Knocked you out, too, slaggle. That's true enough. But he only hit me when I tried to stop him. I don't understand what you mean. What I mean, ma'am, is that Trench was talking all the way. He was positive that engine and the mask on, we were outlaws. Didn't want any part of him. Well, I can't blame him for thinking that. Of course not. You thought so yourself. Oh, I changed my mind. Yeah, so did I. But you know Trench once he gets his mind set. Mm-hmm. He's a single-handed sort of cuss. All is looking out for himself and not bothering with others. You mean he'd save himself and not his partners? Not him. All right. I can save you. Why hit the engines? But why should he hit you? Well, as soon as I tried to stop him and argue with him, he was on his way, Chandler. And me or anyone else wasn't stopping him. And on top of that, he cut the cable and set the flatboat adrift. To stop the mask man or the engine from taking after him. To tell the honest truth, Chandler, I still don't think he's got that map. Well, maybe. But I am convinced. And if the mask man hadn't made me promise, I'd be out there with him looking for Trench myself. Eddie Silver, it's Tonto. Kimosabe, me see Trench. Where is he, Tonto? You listen, you hear, horse. Trench come along, trail behind me. Him not know me, see him. I hear him, Tonto. Get back. He's us to meet. Oh, him got more guns now? Get back off the trail. I'll wait for him here. Oh, thanks, Tonto. I want that map, Trench. Come here, Shaman. Hand it over. I ain't got it. And where is it? Yeah, don't shoot. I'll tell you. The Longhorn Cafe. Room 6, second floor. We'll take care of you later, Trench. Come, Tonto. The Longhorn Cafe. Oh, you got the map, Tonto. Hey, but as good as you think it is, that gold would have come in handy to the Black Arrow. So wonder that army sold it to you. Trench is a fool, Deadwood. All he sees is ready cash in his hand. Well, we've been standing on the balcony long enough. So we head back for your room. Yeah, as soon as we check up on that gold, as soon as we... Deadwood, not a sound. Somebody's swinging up on a far end of the balcony. Well, I'll be hog-tired. I'll see him to our luck. Now, why should a gent want to clamber up that way when he can walk in the front entrance? It's wearing a mask, Deadwood. That's the Lone Ranger. He's heading for your room. Where's my gun? Oh, wait. He gets inside, and we'll start shooting and yelling, there's an outlaw up here. It'll bring every man up from downstairs. Now, get ready. I'm ready. There he goes. He's inside. Now, Deadwood. Come running! Here he is this way! Outlaw! Outlaw! Don't let a 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. How to continue our story. When the Lone Ranger climbed the balcony of the Lone Horn Cafe to find the man to whom Trench gave the map of the location of the gold strike, he was seen by Tarlok. No sooner was the masked man in the empty room than Tarlok raised the cry of outlaw, and every man below rushed up the stairs, guns drawn and ready. They're coming after me. It's a trap. There he is! Outlaw! This way! Out of the balcony! I need him! I need him! There's Tonto down below on the street. There he is! Get up! There's someone! It's my only chance. I've got to jump for Silver Saddle. Look out! He's coming this way! Stop him! That's his horse! Jump along! Oh! One side there! Sure, sure of me! Stop me off the balcony! Here's Silver, Kimo-sabi! There he is, Silver! Here I come! Hip! There! You land right on Saddle. Right for Tonto. Out of town. Get him out of the scout! Bullet not hit you. I'm not scratch-tuttle. Me hear them call. Come pass with Silver and scout. I ran into trouble. I didn't expect. You're not fine, ma'am. No, Kimo-sabi. The room was empty. There were two men out on the balcony. I had to shove them out of the way to get out on the railing. They weren't scut, ma'am. They must be, Tonto. Because I grabbed one of the rest as I shoved past. The left wrist. The light from the hall I saw he had the tattoo mark of the black arrow. Oh! And I recognized the voice of the other man. It was Torlach. Torlach! Black arrow scut, ma'am! Yes, Chandler's map. Unless I'm mistaken, Torlach will head for the gold claim to look it over. And what we do? We'll get Chandler, Kimo-sabi. We're going to find that claim if we have to scour every hill between here and Frisco. And Chandler's going with us. Well, silly boy! I'll have some grub and a skillet all packed into sandal bags for you, John. How about you, mass man? Tonto and I have all we need, Mrs. Chandler. I knew Trent was crooked and knew it in my bones. Without that map, we don't stand a maverick's chance in a blizzard, mister. Will you find your gold claim, Chandler? How? You left a trail, didn't you? A lot of what's over rock. Tonto can find a trail anywhere. He's the best scout in the west. I sure hope so. Here's your sandal bags, John. If anybody can get you back there, it's the mass man in the engine. I'm certain of it. Well, Wreck, it's the only way to do. Once I get that claim located again, I can get back to town and file on it and make sure it's mine legal. With a map to prove the location, I can... Gee, horse of fat. What's wrong now? Shucks, I just recollected. I'm no hand at map making. Well, once we get there, I'll go up a map for you. Don't worry about that. Well, Kino, then. We're all set. Once already, Chandler. Thanks, engine. It's going to get light now. We go plantar well. Sooner we leave, the better. No time to wait for Slagle. That's his part. His claim, too. He's not around. It's better not to wait. All right, then. I can always give him his share. Oh, sir. Goodbye, Marcy. Goodbye, John. When will you be back? As fast as we can. It depends on how quickly we find the trail. I'll be praying for you. We go back to Brazos River, huh? Yes, we can pick up the sands from there. Goodbye, ma'am. Adios. Adios, engine. Get a month's couch up, Silver. Come along, Chandler. Be right with ya. Marcy. Bye, John. You think I'm a fool for trusting these gents? I trust him. Oh, that's enough for me. When Slagle gets back, tell him not to worry. He'll get his share. I'll tell him. Goodbye. Get up. Get up there. Get up. Good luck. He's watch over my husband. Slagle. Howdy, ma'am. Oh, you give me a fright. Why didn't you come outside, John? Just rode off. Couldn't wait for ya. I heard him. But you could have gone with him. You can still go with him. I got other plans. Other plans? I don't understand. You're not... Oh. Yeah, Mrs. Chandler. You're beginning to savvy. I didn't go with Chandler because I ain't working with him and never have been. So the masked gen is taking Chandler back to find the gold claim, huh? I know somebody who'd be mighty interested in that. A certain gentle for the Longhorn Cafe. So Chandler's on his way back, eh? And the Lone Ranger with him. The Lone Ranger? Is that masked gentle Lone Ranger? He is? What difference does that make? Oh, not Lone Ranger. Now just forget it. I'm paying you. You'll do it your tolls, Legal. Yeah, sure. I'll see you the next time. Edward, you and Slagle round up trench. I've decided to use him on this. He's around somewhere. Now get him here. Kino. Then what? We take the trail ourselves. I'll be with you, but I'll keep in the background. We have the map. No matter how good Tana is at tracking down a coal trail, we'll get to the gold claim first. I don't see nothing, Masked Man. Howdy! Tato does. Over this way. Let me find something here, Kimusabi. Chamber, you look. Like maybe that's tobacco. Huh? My tobacco. I must have not got my pipe along about here. There's the mark of a horse's hoof, Chandler. And that cut in the heel, it looks like your horse did that. That's it. That's what it is. We're still on the trail. We'll find more signs further along. Keep your eyes open. Come on, Silvia. Get him up there. Very enough. Steady, Silver. Steady, White. We've come to a brook, Chandler. Oh, it passed a dozen of them since we crossed the Brazos River. Look around you. Does this one look familiar? No, I can't say. Are you talking about Big Rock? They're Big Rock upstream. Oh, go on, Indian. Maybe you're right. That rock does look like I've seen it before. Yes, sir. Now it's getting familiar. Let's head up, Supreme. I got a feeling we're right close. Yes, sir. This is it. They can't mistake it now. We just go around this bend. Conduct him now. We'll have to go into the water here. That's it. You found it. Rain up. This is it. I'm positive. Positive. Steady, Silver. Steady. Well, wait. I'll get my pan loose. I'll show you the dust. Now watch. Watch it. Let me stir the silt out. Yeah. It's been nice. Look. Look at here. Plenty of gold dust. Yes, I see. Right in the bottom of the pan. The better the stream is covered with it. Yes, sir. A mass man, you found it. You and the engine okayed my claim. Wasn't shot. Attack. We're shooting down on us from the top of the bank. Quick, give me those cottonwoods. It's our only chance. Made the cottonwoods mass man, but they're still shooting. How's your arm, Chandler? Yeah, just a scratch. What we do, Kimosabe, we stay in cottonwood. We safe. We not dare go out now. They got the advantage of us engine. They're up on the bluffs, and we're down below. Even if we went to the creek for water, it'd be mighty dangerous. Trench is up there. Yeah, trench and slagal. I heard a milling while we was getting here. They sure hood went me proper. It's dark now. Maybe we take chance on... No, we'll need a plan. Wait. Listen. Huh? Shooting doesn't sound as steady as it did before. Sure. They're easing up, waiting for dawn. Either the others are sleeping, or there aren't as many as there were before. You think some of them go? Perhaps. We counted four of them earlier. Either way, we'll have to take a chance. We'll have to close in when they're looking the other way. How are you going to get them to look the other way? Chandler, do you have gunpowder in your saddlebags? Oh, I some, mister. I'm a prospector. I always carry some. But first... Infuses? Yeah, I got fruit. Good. Good. I'm going to load a saddlebag with some loose gunpowder and put a fuse in it. Also, a handful of these. Bullets? Yes. What will happen when I defuse it, Chandler? Yeah, let me see now. The powder wouldn't explode, because it has to be packed down tight to explode. It'd just burn. But it'd burn mighty fast and mighty hot. Yes. What would happen to the bullets? The bullets? Oh, they'd go off. The heat would explode them. Exactly. Load up one of those saddlebags, Tonto. Cut it loose and fasten the length of rope to it. Ah, time to do it. And then what? Tonto, now, circle around behind them, Chandler. You'll have the saddlebag ready. You hear a signal from us, light the fuse and throw it as far downstream as you can. The rope will help you to throw it farther. Make sure you keep it out of the water. I'll throw it so it'll miss the water. When the bullets start going off, they'll turn in that direction. Tonto, now, I can close in. Aquino, and there's just one more thing. What's going to be your signal, Masked Man? Tonto will signal you. Give him the signal, Kimosabe. All right, Savvy, a bird call. Want to hear it or do just like you say? Short time later, the Masked Man and Tonto crept carefully through the darkness until they were behind the bad men. Then, far enough, Tonto. Ah. Me make bird call, huh? Yes, Kimosabe. Then we'll wait for Chandler to light the fuse and throw it. We'll take a few seconds. That's right, Sladell. Keepin' busy. Why didn't we shoot the kill in the first place, Deadwood? Tonto gave orders to capture Malai. We'll first him out. All right. What in front of that? Shots coming from down the street. They must be sneaking away from the cottonwood. Grab your gun. Come on, down this way. Don't let them get past. We got it. What in places, Deadwood? Them shots stopped almost as soon as they started. There ain't a sound down there. There is behind you. Don't move. The mask man! You're not a suit. Not that rifle. I pulled trigger. Oh, that's it. You fooled us. While we turn toward them shots, you come up behind us. Put a rope on them, Tonto. Ah, me, too. I'm plenty tight. Masked man. Agent. Did you get him? Hey, all right. Ah, shoot the gunpowder in the bullet as soon as you heard your signal. We got them, Chandler. There's only two of them. Slego, where's Torlock? Him and Trance pulled out hours ago. They're heading for the Brazos River. Ah, that bad. We not got Torlock yet, Kimosabe. We can still go after them in the saddle, Tonto. Chandler, these two men are tied up. You think you can take them to Brazos and hand them over to the law? Mr. Sherkan, and you'll give me new maps so as I can find a rifle claim. But you're leaving right now. Right now. Follow me, Tonto. We're heading for the river. Get them up, Stout. I'll sue them! Ain't got a chance of catching Torlock and Trance. Not a chance! Yeah, that's what you think, Slego. I'm betting the Masked Man and Tonto catch up with those hombres before you know it. Hours later, just before dawn, lightened up the trail, the Masked Man and Tonto reached the river and thundered along the steep bank. Below them roared the angry river, but they could not see it. Neither could they see the rope that was stretched tightly right across their path. Before they knew it, the galloping horses tripped on the rope. Kimosabe, the river! It's a good thing we heard them behind us, Trance. We had time to stretch a rope across the trail. Yeah, Torlock. To see the way it tripped them up, sent them flying right over the spot with the bank curves straight into the river. They're done for, Torlock. Nothing could live in those rapids. Nothing. You have just heard as a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.