 A fiery horse with a speed of light, the cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, the lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tato, the daring and resourceful masked rider of the plains 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. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the Great Horse Silver, the lone ranger rides again. Life had been hard for Jim Ashwell and his wife, Ali, until they began to pangold dust in a small stream that watered their land, then at last they saw hope of a home of their own in the days to come. After many weeks of hard and patient work, they had a small sack of the precious metal. They rode together toward the Canyon City Express office. What are you thinking about, Ali? You haven't said a word in the past five miles. I was wondering what kind of curtains to put in the windows of the living room in our house. Oh, you better wait till the house is built. It won't take long now, Jim. We have the gold. We have some. Not enough. No. We'll need more than we got here, but we'll get it. We'll just send this to the Sacramento bank and keep adding to it until we have enough for our house. Oh, it'll be wonderful, Jim. Yeah, Ali. Ah, that's what we've been dreaming of for as long as we've been married. I hope nothing happens to our gold. What would happen to it? Well, you know how Tom Bates lost his money when the stage was robbed? They say the Paiute Indians are getting mighty bad around here, and the Independent Express Company won't take the responsibility for stolen goods. Well, there's no other way to send our gold to the bank. I suppose not. I figure we'd be better off to take a chance on the Paiute Indians and to let the gold pile up at the house where anyone might break in and steal. I guess you're right, Jim. These will be shotgun guards on the stage. Besides that, the Paiutes have already attacked one stage. It's not likely they'll do the same thing again. My, the town has grown. It sure has. See, how'd you like to spend a couple of days here and look around? See our old friends. Oh, that sounds fine. Where we stay? Well, there's a hotel. We can get a room there. How'll that be? Good. Rain up right here. Oh, there. Oh, there. Oh. Well, there's Shorty on the porch. Hi, Shorty. Hi, Jim. You old sidewinder. Howdy, Miss Ashwell. Hello. And any gold out to your place? Well, Shorty... Jim wanted to see about a room. Yeah, that's right. Can you put us up for the night, Shorty? Sure can. We've got a little business down the street. We'll be back in a few minutes. I'll have a nice room already for you. Good. Come on, Allie. Get up. Get up, then. Jim, you nearly told Shorty what we had in that bag. You'll kill us. Well, I don't reckon Shorty can do us much harm. Steve, I don't trust him. Well, Allie, once this bag is in the express office, your worries will be over. Well, here we are. Oh, there. Oh. Steady, boy. You coming in with me, Allie? Yes. I'd like to. Howdy, Dimmick. Oh, hello, Jim. Howdy, Ms. Ashwell. Hello. What brings you to the express office? I've got some gold to send to Sacramento, this bag. Gold, eh? We're sending it to the bank. Fine idea. Just fill in these slips, given your name and the value of the shipment. I'll get out the scales. You'd better hurry, the stage is about due. Do you think it's safe, Mr. Dimmick? We heard talk of pirate raids on the stage. We had a little trouble, ma'am, but we don't look for any more of it. Of course, you send gold at your own risk. If you'd rather not... We'll send it. Here's the slips, Dimmick. Right. Jim, Shorty's watching through the door. He's followed us here. I don't like that. Oh, don't pay any attention to him. He's just curious. Shorty's probably here to see about the change of horses for the stage. He handles them for me. Here's your receipt. Thanks. We'll be around for a couple of days. See you again, Dimmick. Right. Bye. Goodbye. She needn't worry about pirates. Hey, boss. Shorty, you shouldn't snoop in like that. Mrs. Ashwell got suspicious. But boss, I just wanted to find out if that was gold dust Jim and his wife had. When the stage leaves, it'd be a good time... Good time to leave that to me. Instead of snooping around, we'd all be better off. Jim's wife is suspicious. But how about that stage in the gold? Look, Shorty, I worked out this scheme. So far, it's paid off. Now, will you leave this to me? There's a stage now. You better get out and change the horses. Yeah. All right, Dimmick. Running with them horses, Shorty? Yeah. Right away. Howdy, Dimmick. Got any express? You fight it in the office, Waters. I'll get it then. Hurry up them horses, Shorty. The stage pulled out of Canyon City with Jim's gold and the gold of several others who banked its Sacramento. Get out of there! Get out of there! Get out! The horses followed the familiar trail through the hills for over an hour. Then, as the trail went over open country, the chilling sound of an Indian cry split the air. Indians! Now, they come! Open fire on them! There's more signs! I was afraid of this! The long ranger and his faithful Indian companion, Toto, were riding uphill when they heard distant gunfire. I'm still there! They hurried in the direction of the sound, but it was a long ride to the crest of the ridge. Before they reached a spot that would overlook the plain, they heard many horses approaching. The masked man signaled a halt. Oh, Silver, oh, Silver! Hello, Silver! Hello, Silver! Many fellow come this way and come fast. City Silver, this mount, Toto. Lead your horse into this cut. Come, Silver, come on. Come, Toto, come on. I'll get out of sight until we see who's coming over the ridge. We plenty safe, well hidden here. We'll be all right if we don't see our trail. There they come, over ridge. Indians. Them fellows look like Paiutes. They're dressed as Paiutes, Toto. They're wearing war paint. That's not in line with the treaty they've just signed. Paiute break treaty? That'd be plenty bad. Toto, those Indians are carrying new, repeating rifles. Ah, never mind. I want to know more about them. We'll follow the bike trail and see what the shooting meant. Then we'll see where those men are heading. And we go now? Yeah, City Silver. Got it, Toto. Get them up, Silver! Meanwhile, the owner of the independent express company sat before his desk in the Canyon City office. He looked up as the door opened suddenly. They've done it. They've taken everything we had. Hallie was right when she said... Hold on, Jim. Hold your horses. Who's done what? The stagecoach was held up. The Paiutes did it. They killed the driver and took the gold dust. Easy now, Jim. Let me have the details. Where'd you hear about it? The rider came in with the news. You see, a rider came in. How many people has he talked to? There's a whole crowd around him. He's over at the marshals often. He's telling him... All right, Jim. All right, I see. I'll take care of things. Great day. How can you be so calm about it? I'm getting used to Indian trouble. But my gold was on that stage. You talk like it was nothing at all. Now, do all I can, Jim. Now, go along. Let me figure things out. All right. And I don't aim to take this lying down. If you don't do something, gimmick, I will. Well, let's see. 4 and 6 is 10. Yeah, the total is right. Now for Friday's schedule. The amount of 50,000. Come in. Oh, it's you, shorty. Hey, boss, I got to talk to you. What about? Boss, I figured I need an alibi. A tiny gun went off accidentally. No water's the driver. Jim Ashwell was just in here and told me. He was right ahead up. What's all over town? I'm worried about it, gimmick. They get to check on me then. Don't worry. If you need an alibi, I'll see that you have one. Was the job worthwhile? Yeah, there's a lot of gold besides what Jim had. We could clear at least 10,000 on the deal. It's a good thing I make it clear that the customers use my stage line at their own risk. Now, get out. Let me get to work. The Lone Ranger and Tonto had followed the trail of the stagecoach thieves as far as possible. It led to a hill in the rear of a hotel in Canyon City. A strange place for pirates and war paint. Very strange. The trail seems to go right into that brush. And it not come out on other sides, any big fella. We'll just not make a closer inspection. The masked man found a hole concealed by the brushwood. A large hole. Large enough to admit a man and a horse. Like a tunnel into the hill, Tonto. We go in there. Tonight, Tonto, after dark. Meanwhile, we'll see if we can learn anything in town. Several townspeople surrounded Jim Ashwell and his wife as they argued with the Marshal in front of the lawman's office. But you're the United States Marshal. Then do something. Get these pirates and rob us. That's your life, Jim. Did you see the certain government rules? There's a rule against robbery and murder, isn't there? Then what are you going to do? How many times are you going to let these Indians attack the stagecoaches? Well, there you see it's like this. Where the Indians are concerned, the army is supposed to handle things. And why doesn't the army take action? This is the third time a stage has been held up. It takes time. We've got to be mighty careful in dealing with the Indians because of the pact. We've got to be mighty sure the Indians are to blame before we connect. You mean, Tom, what about our gold? Well, I'm working on it, Tom. I want to speak to you, Marshal. Where'd you come from? What's that mass mean? Maybe he's the thief. I just want a few words with you, Marshal. Hold it. I'll reach for the gun. I'm not an outlaw. I simply came to tell you about the men who robbed the stage. I didn't investigate my own way without the help of any mass comrades. Boys, I want all of you to join me as special deputies. You willing? First thing to do is to capture this mass man and hold him for questioning. Marshal, you're mad. I'm sorry. Get him! He's making a break! Wait! Come on, tunnel. Break away. This way, tunnel. 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. Now to continue our story. When the Lone Ranger tried to give the Marshal information about the attackers of the stagecoach, he found the lawman unwilling to listen. In fact, the mass man had to flee to avoid capture. The Marshal shouted to those around him. That mass man knew it was aplenty. I wanted him. We got to get horses. Well, get your horses and get after him. Bring him here. What's all the excitement? It's Dimmick. Dimmick, we got a lead. There's a mass man around here. He seems to know something about the stage, Robert. I heard that they were Paiot Indians. Whatever they were, that mass man can help us. We're getting out to locate him. Tell me about that mass man. I'll tell you about him when he's captured. Come on, boys. Let's keep going. The Lone Ranger had no difficulty keeping away from those who hunted him. After dark, he went to the opening on the hill behind the hotel. There, with Tonto, he entered the cave. This is a larger tunnel than I thought. Ah, plenty big. We'd do better if we had a light. That would make us an easy target for anyone outside. We find way in dark. Did you see anyone at her leave this cave, Tonto? No. Hope we didn't make a mistake in leaving the horses outside. We'll still think Paiot attack stage. Yes, Tonto. That's bad. Yes, it could lead to war. Wait. What matter? There's a light at the head of us. It seemed to be just beyond an open door. Ah. You see it? Through that door. See what it is? The Lone's express line. Look around him. Saddles clothing. Ah. It ended in cloning. War bonnets, buckskin jackets. Just like those of Paiot's war. Tonto, now I know. What's that? This cave leads to the cellar of the hotel. We've got to get out of here. We have a lot to do. Hold it. I got your coverage. I'll make a move and I'll let you have it. You came up as quietly as an Indian. Yeah. You're involved too, are shorty? Oh, so you know who I am, huh? Yes. You own the hotel. And now ain't you the smart one? Well, I happen to know who you are, too. You're the creditor the marshal's looking for, the mass comrade. What are you going to do about it? First, you can chuck those guns. Now draw slow and toss them to the ground near my feet. I hope you say that. Huh? I'll draw all right. Hey! No, man! Hello. Get on, dimmick! Good work, tonneau. Come on, shorty. Come on, tonneau, out of here faster! Get the saddle, tonneau. Get them off, scum-sulver. It was later the same night. Dimmick was at his desk. And shorty, the hotel owner, sat nearby. Confounded shorty, why didn't you shoot as quick as you saw that masked man in the India? I wanted to see how much they could tell. They know plenty, dimmick. Instead of having them out of our way, they're still around. You've got a wounded arm. Fine thing. How can you manage the hold-up tomorrow with a wounded arm? Don't worry about that, boss. I can manage. It's just a scratch. Lucky you didn't get your head blown off. You're going through the plans to stop the stage again tomorrow? Yeah. You'll take charge as usual. I'm not worried about tomorrow. What are you worried about? That mask man. The lone ranger and tonto acting on their newly acquired information went into the hills where the Paiutes lived. They were shrouded by darkness not far from the council ring where a great fire lighted the painted bodies of the Indians. Who's the chief, Tonto? Him name Buffalo Rider. He sit over near fire. Oh, yes. It's bad time to speak. Indian plenty angry. Well, you've got to speak to him, Tonto. That wouldn't be smart. Oh, who are you? Guess you've forgotten me, haven't you? Macmillan, the trainer. That's right. I'm proud that you remembered. I'll never forget the last time we met Mac. How are you? Fair enough. How are you, Tonto? Oh, are you all right? Mac, you know those Indians? You've fared with them? Yep. I've been dealing with them for a long time. I keep in close touch with these Paiutes. Perhaps you can tell me something. Well, I can try. Have any of these Indians left their village in the past few days? Nearer or one. Except a scout. I see. Indian plenty angry. Well, surely are. I've heard how everyone was blaming them for the stage robberies. Can't blame them. Honey, you saw it, the white men. That's why I think it's a bad time to try and talk to Buffalo Rider. I must talk to the chief. I need his help. For what? Mac, we can get the chief to help us. We may be able to prove that the Indians had no part in the robberies. That's worth trying. You want me to talk to Rider? See if you can bring him here to me, will you? Do what I can, but don't count on it. Hello, MacMillan has done it. He's bringing the chief here. Not that good. Maybe you'd better do the talking. You know what we want. There he is. This is Chief Buffalo Rider. They come to you on mission of friendship, chief. White men speak with forked tongue. No good. Guha, Nato, Dion. What did he say? He told the chief that we know his people didn't rob the stage. That true? Yes. You know right. That's what he said. He told the chief that we know his people didn't rob the stage. That true? Yes. No robberies? Yes. You tell me if he's a bad man killed. That won't do, chief. Cooler. Nato, tell him he can't take the law into his own hands. A goose hole. A goose hole. I wish I said with this talk. I'll tell him that we must catch the men who dress as pirate Indians and see that they're punished with the white man's law. Do me how. A benote. A bené. Tell him he'll violate the treaty if he attacks anyone, even robbers, without the authority of the martial. A me too. A sobe no. No marker. What'd they say? Nato's telling Buffalo Ryder what I asked him to. I think the chief is taking it all right. Sure hope so. Him say. Him willing to help in any way. Good. I'll tell him what his Indians must do. The martial was relentless in the hunt for the masked man. After an all night search for this posse, he came home discurried and exhausted. I'll put your horse away, Marshall. Thanks, Joe. I'd appreciate it. Get a couple hours sleep, then we'll start out again. Right. I'll come by your place and get you. So long, Joe. See you later. Come on, boy. Come on, get it. Come on. Oh, that'd be good to rest for a while. Marshall. What the... You, uh... Miss, man. Well, it's... I didn't come here to shoot it out with you. I've had a posse looking high low for you. I saw some of your men. They didn't see me. Very long you've been waiting here in my house. Can you stay, break? I wanted to talk to you. If I once get the drop on you... Let's start on a different basis. You've mistaken me for a crook. Get over that idea. Who are you? Marshall, have you ever heard of a man who was identified by silver bullets? Silver bullets? The horse named Silver. Hey, holy smoke. Please examine this cartridge. Silver. Why in thunder did you identify yourself before this? Why did you let me spend all this time hunting you down in connection with those Indian attacks? Before I asked you to help, I had to get more information about the attacks. Who said you had something to tell me? That was yesterday. What do you want to see? I want you to come with me. Where? To meet your posse. The posse, but I... A new posse. The largest one you've ever had. Don't say that. What do you mean? Chief Buffalo Rider and his whole Paiute tribe are ready to follow you. But my regular posse, what about that? You'll not need anyone else. Come along, Marshall. You're going to meet the Paiutes and we'll go and watch for the stage at Twin Ridge. Later that day, the westbound stage came into town and stopped the youthful at the express office. Everyone was surprised to see Jim Ashwell step forward, a carbine in his hand. Let me aboard that stage. Hold on there, Jim. I'm going along, Mr. Dimmick. Those Steven Skunks hit this stage, I'm going to be on hand to drop a few of them. No use arguing, Dimmick. You've got only one passenger. Your garden driver might need some help. I'll give it to them. Jim, wait a minute. Ali. I'm going with you. But Ali... I have a rifle and I can use it. If something happens, I want to be at your side. Help me aboard. All right. Cargo's all ready. Go send, get going. I sure hope you don't meet those pilots. If we do, they'll make them wish they'd never touched our gold. Get it back! We know, Jim. About 10 miles outside of Canyon City. This is my first time out west. I sure hope we don't be troubled. There's Twin Ridge. We're going to head straight through. There's a rider coming down the bank. Jim, there's another. In the hills. They're in the hills. Get it back! They mean business. Let them have it. Give me that good limb. No, I can handle it myself. Let me get this rifle in action. I'll shoot. You got a lot of them. They're riding alongside their horses. They're trying to stop us. Drop them out. They aim at those men. They're stopping the stage. Get a line on them. Too close in to shoot. Jim. Jim, there must be half a hundred of them. We're elect. We can't fight such odds. We can try. Keep at them, Jim. Get all your can before they get out. There's another. You got one. Hey, look. White leather, those two covers. One of them is masked. Hally, look. That man was the masked. Look who's riding alongside him, Jim. It's the Marshal. Hold your fire. The attackers were surprised by the sudden arrival of the real piutes led by the Marshal and the Lone Ranger. They turned. They tried to ride away. But escape was cut off by painted redskins coming from another direction with Tutto and the lead. The Lone Ranger and his followers closed in fast. Hold your fire. Don't kill us. Go down your guns and surrender. Make it fast. I give up. Here are the leaders of the gang, Marshal. Come here, Dimmick. Oh, wait. Bring that one, Tutto. You get in there. No, hold on. Give me a chance to talk. Give me a chance to talk. Give me a chance to talk. Hey, Marshal, that man runs the express company. Hey, no, they, this one runs the hotel. The fine pair of cutthroats. What did we get to see if you saved Dimmick? He doesn't need to say anything. Marshal will never remember the gang as a white man. They're all made up to resemble the piutes just as Dimmick and Shorty are. In this country, believe me, a cause to war. You'll get plenty for this, Dimmick and Shorty. I can show you their hideout beneath the hotel, Marshal. I think you'll find all the stolen goods there. Including our gold? Yes, yes, Jim. I want to thank that masked man. Yes, you should way. To think I had a pussy again before you. Give your thanks to Buffalo Rider. He's sitting on his horse right over there. Hey, Chief. Come over here and let me shake your hand. Wait. Wait, where are you going? Now, hold on. Don't go away just yet. Our job is finished, Marshal. Mom's over here. Let's count. Hey, Chief Buffalo Rider. Who is that man? Him not wait for thanks. Him Lone Ranger. I'm sure you have just heard as a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.