 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty hyosilver, the lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tuttle, the daring and resourceful masked writer 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. To Red Carson, notorious outlaw gang leader, the law meant little and the rights and lives of the settlers in the far western territory meant less. Carson and his men didn't ride into a town with guns blazing as other gangs had done, nor did they stop a train in a lonely spot by obstructing the rails. The Carson gang had a different way of accomplishing their purpose. At Rock Hill, for instance, his men had infiltrated into town one by one, and the pleasure-seeking crowd in the cafe had no idea that the trouble was at hand until the tall figure of Red Carson quietly entered and stood near the door. All right, you embrace, quiet down. Hey, who's he thinking you? Throw him out. That redhead thinks he's tough. I said quiet down. Look, he drew a gun. Ah, let's run him out of here. This is a holdup. All right, man, line him up and get busy. We're ready, ready. Line up like you said. Hey, look, several owners pull guns. It's Red Carson and he's gang. Good guessing. All right, get their valuables, man. Make it fast. Another time, a train carrying gold in the express car had just puffed out of dry rock. A tall redheaded figure entered the passenger car behind the conductor. Take it, please. Never mind the tickets. Just get out your valuables. This is a holdup. Can you hear you? Shut up. Some of you mentioned back in the express car. You ever start gathering up what you get from the folks in here? Come on now, hurry up. Even when Red Carson decided to rustle cattle, the method he and his gang used was unique. Well, Ted, looks like we'll soon have this herd to the stockyards. Yep. The right neighborly have you to come along on a drive with us, Frank. But these cow folks of mine could handle things just as well without either of us. Some of them are new hands, aren't they? Yeah. I got six cowhands in this drive. Four of the six I hired at one time or another during the past few weeks. They're the best ones I have, too. Look, here comes somebody. Oh, boy. Howdy, mister. Nice hurt you got there. Yep, sure is. Me and my men will take over from here on. Hey, what is this? Put up that gun, mister, and use sense. My cow folks... The two ombres right in point were the only ones you could really call yours, mister. And they can't help nobody now. The four new hands you took on are helping me now. Take them away, Lloyd. Here we go, Red. Those of Red Carson's gang and their methods had spread throughout the territory. But no one knew when or where they'd strike next. When the stories about Red Carson reached the lone ranger and his Indian companion, Toto, they set out from Pecos and rode southwest into the territory where the raids and killings had taken place. One afternoon, the two men rode the trail that led to dry galt. The last we heard about Carson's gang, they took over a herd of cattle near the border south of here. Isn't that right? Carson's gang have plenty smart leaders, seem like. Yes, Toto, and a ruthless one. Red Carson is notorious as a killer, even throughout Arizona and New Mexico territory. No one ever knows when the gang is going to strike until Red appears, and it's too late. Isn't that right? Well, they're a good place to make camp for night, Kimusabi. Over to left. Yes, a plump of cottonwoods. There's water there, too. We can stand the rest, and so can Silver and Scout. Ah, we pitch camp and then we go get supplies at Store and Dry Gouch. All right, Toto. Come on, son, get them up to Scout. After simple preparations had been made at the campsite, Toto mounted Scout and rode into the nearby town of Dry Gouch to the general store. Come on, Miss Baker. I think you'll be able to get all that stuff out to your buckboard, ma'am. When I'm not able, I'll ask for help. I reckon some of the left open that door for me, though. I only got two hands. Well, here, hand me open the door. I seem like I saw you someplace before, Indian. Me not, no. Me get to many places. Thanks. There's a woman who's almost as tough as a man. Ain't any wonder, though, her husband was a tough outlaw and killer from up there, Azunaway. Oh, that's so? Yep, he was known as Blacky Baker. Got caught near here a while back and got hanged. Oh, that's not good. No, it isn't. Not if you're on the under-open, anyways. Well, the wife, that's a woman who just went out, bought up a little place about three miles out on the South Trail. She's been living there alone ever since. Believe me, Mamie Baker's independence is all get-out. I've seen plenty tough. Yep, she is. Funny thing, too. She never bought much here until his past week. Then for the past several days, she's been coming in and getting enough to feed a bunkhouse full of cow-pokes. Well, Baker woman not have help at place? Very one. Of course, it isn't for me to fret when she buys so much. It means that much more money in the till. What do you want to get in here? Oh, here. Let me give you a small list. Let me come back later. Just a minute in here. I can get this little bit together in a minute for you. Let me come back later. Adios. Let me go have a look at Baker woman's place. Easy scouts. Easy, fella. Get him a scout. Some time later, Mamie Baker turned in at the road that led to her small homestead. But instead of stopping at the house, she drove the buck-board a short distance beyond to a dilapidated-looking bunkhouse in back. There, she pulled up. Send a couple of zombies out to get the supplies in the buck-board. Yeah. Yo, Spike. Get the stuff Mamie brought. All right, sure. Come on, boy. All right. Where's Reid? Out someplace looking things over. Said he'd be back in time for supper. He's got to give me more money. I had to dig my own purse to pay for part of the stuff I got. Don't worry, Mamie. You'll be well-paid for hiding us out here. Reid'll give you more money for supplies when he comes in. He's going to use the gang for anything. He'd better do it soon, Louis. Why? Getting tired of putting us up here? You know that's not the reason. Ed was Blackie's best friend, and I'm glad to do him favors for a price. But with me buying so much stuff, that storekeeper's beginning to wonder. You mean you think he's suspicious? Here's the stuff. Well, don't stand there like a couple of idiots. Put it on the table where it belongs. You didn't answer my question, Mamie. Do you think that storekeeper... I heard you the first time. No, no, I don't think that. But he's liable to shoot off his mouth to someone who might get suspicious. It's risky for Red and the gang, that's all. Hey, one of you armbars rustle up some killin' and some water. I'll have everything ready when Red walks in, and then we'll all eat. Meantime, Tonto had followed the tracks of the buckboard out to the Baker Place. It was dusk when he arrived, and as he rode up the entrance road, he noticed that the house was dark. That's strange. An old lighten house. Me wonder if... Oh, me see, lighten, low building and back a house. Easy scum, easy. Me tie you here at Hitchrack, and me go find out who in building it back. Quiet scum, quiet fella. Me not be long. We come back soon. Maybe then we have something to tell Lone Ranger. A few minutes later, Red Carson approached the place along a back trail. Red was always cautious, and this time was no exception. He pulled up a short distance back from the bunkhouse near a clump of trees. Oh, hold on. Tying his horse to a low limb, he approached the bunkhouse on foot, moving quietly and carefully to draw his gun at an instant's notice. Meanwhile, Tato silently moved up to a window of the bunkhouse and looked in cautiously. Seeing Mamie Baker and the outlaws inside, he was about to turn away and head back to the front of the house to get scout. When his sharp ears caught the soft pad of a footstep behind him, Tato swung around and stared into the barrel of Red Carson's gun. Don't move, Indian. Me not move. What are you doing here? Bunkhouse window. Let me look in. Nosey, red skin, aren't you? Satisfied with what you saw inside? Let me see woman fixin' supper for ranch hands. Hmm. You look too smart to think there's ranch hands on a run-down dump like this place. Well, me not no place. Me come long way, village, not near here. Maybe. But no Indian I ever met up with was local enough to think there were ranch hands on a place that shows it hasn't been work for years. Notice. Oh, me go now. Not one trouble. If you weren't looking for trouble, why'd you come snooping around here? You're not leaving here yet, Indian. Well, what you do? I'm taking you inside so we can all get a close look at you. I get going around to the door. All right, go on inside. Ah, me go. Hey, where'd you get the red skin? Why you got your gun on him, Red? I found this sneakin' coyote snooping at the window that came along. Thought I'd better bring him in so we can look him over. That's the Indian I saw at the store late this afternoon. That's right. You think he could have followed you out here, Mamie? Make him tell while he came here, Red. Well, me tell him already. Me not say more. You'll say plenty before we're through with you. Yeah, we got ways to make him talk, all right. Me not say more. Take his gun, Louis. Sure. I got it. The nice gun, too. Too nice for an Indian. Maybe he stole it somewhere. No, gun mine. We not steal it. Now, Red, make him talk and tell us why. Wait a minute. What's the matter, Mamie? He doesn't have to talk. I've been racking my brain since this afternoon wondering where I saw that Indian before. Now, I remember. You do? Where did you see him before? At Blackie's trial. What? He was with a tall master umbrella who helped the Lord get Blackie. Well, that's it. You know who's Indian. You know who we are. Me know. You see, I tell you, Red is dangerous. We can't let that Red skin get away from here alive. 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. At Mamie's words, Tonto tensed, waiting for whatever might happen next. Then, Red Carson spoke. Before we get Red, we've got to get him to talk. He might have been sent to trailers by that mask man you spoke of, Mamie. Well, speak up, Indian. Were you? He'll not talk. You'll talk all right. Do that if he'll not have guns. Let him alone for now, Louis. Joe, you and Spike tie him up. Throw him in one of the bunks. We'll eat supper and then we'll get him a going over until he tells us what we want to know. As the evening wore on and Tonto didn't return from town, the lone ranger became anxious. Removing his mask, he went to a nearby stream and fixed a suitable disguise. Then, mounting silver, he set out for town. Come on, Silver. I sent an Indian after some supplies late this afternoon. Did he come in here? Well, there was only one Indian coming in here this afternoon. Tall, muscular looking, dressed in buckskin. Well, he gave me a small list and told me to get the stuff ready and he'd be glad for it. But he hasn't showed up yet. Oh, that's strange. It sure is. I told him it'd only take a few minutes to get the stuff ready. But after listening to what I told him about Mamie Baker, he seemed anxious to leave for some reason. The stuff's ready there in the county. You mentioned Mamie Baker. Yep, Blacky Baker's widow. She has a small place about three miles out, the South Trail. Oh, what was it you were telling my Indian friend about her? It was nothing to get excited about. Just that I was wondering why all of a sudden she started to buy so much stuff. Seen as how she's living alone and all. I told him she bought so much, but he thinks she had a bunch of cowpokes out there. I see. Thanks a lot. Hey, how about the packages? One of us will come back for them later. Adios. We'll run onto something easy to look for. Come on, celebrate. At the bunkhouse, Mamie Baker with Red Carson and his men ate a hasty supper while Tonto lay tied and seemingly forgotten on one of the bunks. After supper, however, Tonto once more became the topic of conversation. Ah, you've done good cook, Mamie. Yeah, thanks, Red. Now, let's get back to discussing that Red's story. All right. You say he was with a mask man that helped the law catch Blacky. Yep, that's what I said. What I didn't say up to now was who that masked man is, Red. Well, that's right. You didn't. You know who he is? After Blacky left in Arizona we began to hear about that masked man. I reckon you'll know who he is, too. When I tell you he's no one here about says the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger? Hey, I've heard of that hombre. Yeah, he works with the law. He never gives up, either. I don't like to think he's after us now. We ought to take that Indian right now. Hold on, Louis. I've been thinking of a plan that might work. Plan? What do you mean? Yeah, what's on your mind, Mamie. If you could get that masked hombre to come out here alone thinking that the Indian had a line on you and the gang you could trap him. I, for one, had liked that. How are we going to do it, Mamie? Well, Blacky told me this Indian got a line on him and trailed him. When the Indian got near the hideout he tied a note onto his horse. Big paint. And then he set the horse loose. That masked man got the note and backtracked on the paint's trail. What's that got to do with your idea now? Just this. Make the Indian print a note saying he's got a line on you and the gang and he don't want to leave. And for that masked man to come here to this old bunkhouse, you get it? Yeah, I get the idea. The masked man don't know we already got the Indian. So he comes here, we jump him and then we got him both. Sounds like a good idea, all right. You can make the Indian write the note and if his horse is still around. Well, it must be around someplace. Spike, go look for it. Right. In the meantime, we'll get the red skin to print a note like we tell him to. If he don't, we'll drill him and be done with it. A short time later, after Spike had reported that Scout was tied at the hitch-rack in front of the house, Carson had Tatto print the note. There. There, note what you want. Hey, what's that at the end of it? Well, that name written in Indian language. Hey, that's good, Red. The masked man will know it isn't a fake with that Indian name at the end of it. Yeah, that's so. All right, Indian, now we'll take you outside and have you put that note on your horse and send him for that lone ranger. Leaving the store in town, the lone ranger rode along the south trail toward the Baker Homestead. The moon was bright, and as he rounded a bend, he saw a riderless horse coming toward him. In a moment, he recognized the horse as Scout. There's Scout in that tunnel. Oh, Scout! Oh, Scout! Oh, Scout! Recognizing the lone ranger and Silver, Scout readily stopped and came close to them. The lone ranger immediately noticed the note attached to the pommel of the saddle and, leaning over, took it. A note from Tatto. I think the moonlight's bright enough for me to make it out. Kimosabi. We find signs that show Carson and gang hiding near here. Not good me leave now. You come alone to Old Bunkhouse and find your place on the south trail. Me, wait there. He signed an Indian word at the end. Let's see. Mean sheriff. Easy, Silver. I wonder if he'd come alone. Yet that word sheriff thought I must have been forced to write this note. That's his way of telling me to bring the lawman. I go tell the sheriff to get some men together. And I'll ride out there ahead of them and see what the situation is. All right, come on, Silver. Still in his disguise as a cowhand, the lone ranger turned around and headed back the short distance to town. Later, arriving at the Baker Place, the lone ranger dismounted and tied Silver and Scout at the hitch-rack in front. Moving quietly, he went to the back and approached the Bunkhouse. The Bunkhouse was in darkness and the lone ranger, knowing he'd be a perfect target in the bright moonlight, carefully kept to the shadows as he moved forward. Once he stopped and put his mask on over the disguise he wore, then soundlessly, and like a shadow, he reached the closed door. He stood for a moment, looking around and listening. Then, with guns and readiness, he lifted his heel and sent it crashing against the door, springing aside as it flew open. The masked man stood listening intently, but he heard no sound to indicate that Toto was inside. He had gone to the Bunkhouse with the knowledge that he was probably in the dark. Yet he was startled when he suddenly heard a low chuckle behind him. Don't turn around, mister. Just stand still where you are. I didn't hear you. I was on the porch roof right over your head. When you kicked open the door, I dropped down behind you. Smart, huh? You learn Red Carson knows his way around. I admit that, Carson. Hey, somebody inside there, light the lamp. I'll have it lit in a second, Red. This move means a bullet in this gun at your back. Get going. All right. Here he is, Mamie. Walked right into our trap. I always wanted to see this. I'll break closed out. Watch out. Don't get too close. Or you'll pull a trick or something, Mamie. We'll take that mask off of him when we don't have those guns handy. You see my Indian friend, tied and gagged on a bunk over there. We knew he'd call out to warn you. We didn't fix it, so he couldn't. There's guns on the table there, Mr. Remember, there's more than one gun pointed at you now. I'll remember. Hey, what was that? His horse, I reckon. Left his horse and the Indians just around the house at the hitch-rack. Go ahead, lay your guns on the table like I told you. All right, Carson. As the Lone Ranger walked slowly toward the table in the center of the bunkhouse, thoughts ran rapidly through his mind. He had recognized Silver Swinney and he felt sure it was because other horses were approaching. As he noticed the lamp burning on the table, a quick plan came into his head, one which involved great risk, but would serve to give him the chance he needed. Go on, lay those guns on the table. I'm going, too. As Carson, Mamie and the others watched, the Lone Ranger slowly put down one gun. Then he reached forward as if to put down the other. But instead, with a sudden sweep of his arm, he swung it crashing against the glowing oil lamp. Hey, what are you not doing? It's dark. Swing the lamp toward the table. As the lamp fell, the Lone Ranger ducked to one side in the momentary darkness and, retrieving his guns, he crawled across the floor to the bunk upon which Tonto lay, suddenly a small flame flickered on the floor. Then the oil from the broken lamp burst into flames. The oil had gone fire. The man smeared his land over by the bunk. Well, it must have hit him. Fire will finish them off. Let's get out of here quick. Hey, man, come back. The man's getting up. I've got him again. Tonto, you've got to hurry. I'll cut your cords. There. Let the gag loose while I cut the cords on your ankles. That's got it. No, we can talk. Me think them shoot you when we see you laying on the floor near bunk. Good thing they thought so too. That fire's getting bad. Let's get out of here fast. Now, the sheriff may as well arrive. We'll have to use the window to get out. The flames are coming the door. Not good. First time, hurry. The air feels good. There's one of them, Matt. Look out. Thanks, Sheriff. Well, I guess we got them all, Miss. Right from that burnt bunkhouse held two. They came running out of air into our arms almost. Let's go over and make sure they caught Carson. He was wounded in the shoulder. You haven't got anything on me, Sheriff. That woman who planned crap for Lone Ranger. Her keep outlaw's here in Bunker. I don't see how the sheriff got to find out. You and Mamie Baker aren't as smart as you thought, Carson. I don't trick you with that note. Indian name, me put on at the end of the note, was word for sheriff. That's right. There was enough to let me know he was in trouble. He did plenty of help. That mess down for his two dog on smart. Yep, smart enough to take care of you, Mamie. And Carson, too. Well, we got them all, Sheriff. Good enough. You have enough men to take care of them, Sheriff. Adios. Come on. Oh, Red, you're a fool not to be more careful with them when you had him in there. He hadn't got near that lamp and knocked it over. I reckon he would have found some other way, Mamie. He's like that, you know. Why, he even fooled me when he come to get me without his mask on. I thought he was somebody the mask man had sent. You mean you saw him without his mask? Yeah, sure did. But he fooled me once before like that. In both times, his face was different. I guess nobody will ever see his real face. Is he Carson? It takes a much smarter man than you to put one over 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 Beamer.