 The fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hyo silver! The lone ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful mask 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! Come on Silver! Let's go, Miko! I am Silver! We're traveling west along an old Spanish trail which had been blazed across the southern part of the United States during the 16th century. The sunny cactus-studded trail brought them to the outskirts of El Paso. There they separated. The mask man headed for a campsite they had used many times before while Toto rode on to town to buy supplies. When the Indian joined his masked friend, he had several newspapers as well as provisions. After a light supper, the lone ranger read the papers. As he turned the pages of the Greenville bugle, the name of an old friend caught his eye. Toto, carry this newspaper article. Sheriff Bill Whitcomb is seriously ill. That's plenty bad. Him, Sheriff of Greenville, long time. Let me see. He has 15 years next month. I heard a lot about him before we met him. Only five years ago, we helped him round up crooks who break out of prison near Greenville. Yes, there's been a little calm in Greenville since then. When Bill Whitcomb runs Sheriff's office, it's good town for crooks to stay away from. He and his brother Tom have done a lot to make it prosperous. You not remember Tom, Whitcomb? He organized the Greenville Bank. We'll stay here tonight till the rest of the horses. In the morning, we'll start for Greenville. Two days' travel from here. By the time we arrive, I hope Bill Whitcomb's completely recovered. The Lone Ranger's hope for the Sheriff's recovery was not to be realized. Bill Whitcomb had contracted a severe case of pneumonia, and in spite of the local doctor's best efforts to save him, he died that day. Hours after his death, both leaders, the owner of the King of Spades Cafe, held a conference in his office. Expert gunslingers and drifting cowhands named Mohawk, Elk, Tobi and Yuma helped themselves to the box of fine cigars the tall lantern-jawed cafe owner offered them. As he held a match to a fragrant Havana, Mohawk eyed buff-beaters shrewdly. What's the idea, bub? You've never been so open-handed with drinks and cigars before. I haven't had anything to celebrate for the last 15 years. What are you celebrating now? Sheriff Whitcomb's death. Sheriff's death? A lot of folks in town are downright surreased. I'm not one of them. This town was wide open before he took over the Sheriff's office. That's right. A fellow could get away with anything. Short of murder. Things are sure quieted down. Thanks to Whitcomb. No thanks to him for my money. With Whitcomb dead, there's no law in Greenville, anyway. There will be inside a 24-hour. How do you figure that? Whitcomb's Chief Deputy quit a month ago to go back east. I sure have got sick before he had a chance to hire anybody else. Tom Whitcomb and the rest of the leading citizens in town are planning to hold a special election this afternoon to elect a new sheriff. Tom Whitcomb might take over the job. Maybe he'll be elected to. No, he doesn't want it. He's got enough to do running the bank. Who do you think will get the election? I don't know, and I don't care. But there's one thing sure. What's that? Whoever wins the election will have a lot to learn about the job. I figure it'll take him at least a month to learn the ropes. Meanwhile, I have a few plans that won't make the job any easier for him. Throw in with me and we'll all get rich quick. We'll start by robbing the bank. Then we'll rob the rest of the places in town with cash enough to make it worthwhile. That's your scheme. It's a good one, too. By striking fast, we'll be able to get away with a fortune for the new sheriff knows what's happened. Maybe so. Maybe nothing. It's a sure thing. If you're not willing to go along with me, say so. We'll never have another chance as good as this one. That's right. I'll go along with you both. I figured I could count on you, Mohawk. And what about you three? It's been a long time since I've had any easy money. If there's no risk, count me in. Yeah, me, too. You with us, Yuma? Yeah. Good. And we're all set. As soon as we go into action. The night after the election, we'll waddle the towns quieted down. Then head for the bank. By 11 o'clock that night, the election was over and the ballots counted. Pete Quinn, the editor of the Greenville bugle, was elected sheriff. He was promptly sworn in, and Buff leaders was one of the first to congratulate him. I'll help you make a first-rate sheriff, Pete. Thanks, Buff. I'll do my best anyway. Thanks, you got it, Pete. Leaving the sheriff's office, Pete Quinn went directly to the comfortable house Tom Whitcomb had shared with his brother Bill. Tom, I don't know why I was elected. Pete, you're handy with a gun. You're young, healthy and smart. If I can run the sheriff's office half as well as Bill did, I'd be mighty glad you're taking over. It's a big job. Have a lot to learn. Yeah, let me run a town or do everything possible to help you. I'll need plenty of help. I'll run along. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night, Tom. Good night, Pete. At 3 o'clock that night, the streets were deserted. Buff leaders opened the back door of his docking cafe. Mohawk, Elk, Toby and Yuma followed him to a real window in the bank. I brought along an iron bar so we'll have no trouble forcing the lock. Are you sure you'll be able to open this safe? Well, I'm a little out of practice. If I don't have to work too fast, I'll manage. Here we are. It takes care of the lock. Now, the window. Yuma, you stand guard out here just to make sure no one takes us by surprise. The rest of us will go inside. Come on. After taking all the currency and gold in the safe, Buff and his friends left the bank. They hurried to a nearby cottonwood grove where the far-sighted café owner had horses waiting. Another half hour it'll be daylight. He took long enough to open the safe. What are you complaining about? I got it open, didn't I? I hit the saddle, boys. A head-fry glass crick in the hills. We'll hide our tracks in the creek then head back as I'm one at a time. Come on. Get up! Late the following night, the lone ranger and Tahoe reached Greenville. They didn't know that their friend Sheriff Bill Whitcomb had been buried that afternoon. And they knew nothing of the robbery that had occurred the night before. Riding slowly through the dark streets, the masked man kept his steps and low over his eyes to conceal his mask. As they near the Whitcomb house, several townsmen who eyed them suspiciously. Me not think we meet so many fellas. Neither did I, Tahoe. I hope none of them noticed my mask. A shadow from hat brim hide mask. But fellas look pretty suspicious. Then keep hands close to guns. Well, here's the Whitcomb house. Who's gone? Oh, come on. Easy, scout. Easy, come on. Me wait here with horses, team of sabby. All right, Tahoe. I'll lock on the kitchen door. I want to talk to you too. You have gun and hand. He's coverous. Just keep your hands away from your holsters while I... Great Caesar's course. You're masked. Get in cover, Pete. Don't let him get away. I know there's those two riding in the town. All right, stand back, boys. I've got the drop on him. What's the idea of holding guns on us? We not do wrong. Till the moonlight struck your face, I thought you might be two strangers. But that mask... You're wearing a sheriff's, lad. That's right. I'm the law in this town. What about Sheriff Whitcombe? We buried him this afternoon. Will Whitcombe is dead? Don't act dumb, mister. You and your pal knew he was dead. It's why you figured you could get away with that bank robbery last night. And the express office robbery early this evening. Sheriff Whitcombe was a phone guy. I'm sorry to learn of his death. He's stalling for time, Pete. We'll help you disarm them. Come on, boys. Close in on the masked man in red skin. We're shown we still got law and order in this town. Come on, now. Keep back, boys. I'll handle this. We'll take over. We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. Now to continue. As the angry Tomsmen closed in on the Lone Ranger and Toto, Pete Quinn did his best to calm them. Then suddenly the kitchen door of the Whitcombe house opened. Tom Whitcombe still in the opening holding a shotgun. Let go of that mask, man. Tom, give me your hand. This crowd's lynch-crazy. Get back all of you. You'll stop buck shots. You heard Tom. I'm back in his place. You're siding with a masked crook. We thought you were an honest chair. He is honest and so is the last man. He's the Lone Ranger. What? His Indian friend is named Tondo, the Lone Ranger. That's right. Well, I'll be... You can't hear that. And you jugheads would have lynched him. Now, clear out of here. Go back to your homes. All right. Come on, boys. Now that the crowd's dispersing, come inside, mister. I have a lot to tell you. Very well, Tom. You come in, too, Pete. Thanks. Now, me stay out here, Tim, and watch out for Silver. Thanks, Tondo. I didn't know about Bill when I came here, Tom. Tondo and I hoped to see him. He was sick just about a week when he died. I'm sorry. Everyone in town feels that way, mister. We miss him. When we were outside, you said something about a robbery, Sheriff. Yeah. Crooks robbed the bank last night. They got away with $2,000 worth of gold and $30,000 in cash. Tonight, two fellas broke into the world's Fargo office. They got $5,000. I thought you were still out with the Posse looking for him, Pete. Well, I got back to town 20 minutes ago. Did you lose their trails? Yeah. The Posse's spread out in the hills to try to pick up the tracks. It's almost like a crime wave hit town. As soon as Crooks found out, Bill was dead, they cut loose. When did Bill die? Yesterday afternoon. Last night, sometime between midnight and day, break the bank was robbed. News travels rapidly, but not that rapidly. What do you mean? Bill's death couldn't have anything to do with these robberies. I think it has everything to do with him. Crooks know I'm new in office. How long would it take where to build what comes death to reach nearby towns? Oh, a day or so. I see what you're driving at, Mr. There hasn't been time enough for the news to get around. I'd like to go to the world's Fargo office to examine the tracks you found. Come on, I'll show them to you. I'm coming with you. I don't know if you'll be able to do a better job at trailing than we did, Mr. But I sure hope so. My Indian friend, Tana, will be able to help us. We're heading for the world's Fargo office, Tato. How about coming with us? Hey, gunshots. Sound like gunshot fired down that way. Come on, we'll see what happened. A few minutes later, the lone ranger Tom Whitcomb, Sheriff Pete Quinn and Tato reached the open doorway of Hank Murphy's general store. Though wounded in the shoulder, the big red-faced Irishman leaned against the door frame, clutching a coat 45 he could no longer fire. Easy, easy, Hank. Dirty, it's even spur-pee now. With any luck at all, I'd have killed him instead of just wound him. What happened, Hank? Been with the bank robb last night and the Wells Fargo office broken into it tonight. I figured I'd better stand watch in the store. Steady. Come inside and sit down. I'm all right, Hank. Great land of Goshen. Just a mask. This man is the lone ranger. The lone ranger. What about the man you shot? Sure didn't make a bullet hit him in the leg. I was trying to bring him down when he shot me. We'll go after him. He'll track the fellow who fought him, sorry. He'll pick himself up, try to run. We'll follow those tracks. You want a lantern? The moonlight's about enough. Come on, Tato. I'll get a doctor for Hank. I am with you, mister. This is one coyote who won't get away from us. At that moment, Tobi, the wounded thief, reached the locked door leading from the alley to Buck Leader's office in the cafe. He rattled the knob and pounded on the door. Buff! Buff, let me in! What's the idea, you? Took him long enough to open the door. Close it quick. What happened to him? I stopped the bullet. I can see that. I'll kill Hank Murphy for it, too. I'll sit down. I've got to get a doctor. If I'd known you were mixed up in the gunplay, I'd heard it. I know that trigger-happy Irishman would be sitting in his store in the dark waiting for trouble. Soon as I tried to force the lock on the back door of his place, he snatched it open from the inside and let me have it. Too bad it didn't kill you. What? I told you and the rest of the boys to pull no jobs unless I ordered them. But I... How can you not get away with robbing the Wells Fargo office just like I told them to? Then they headed for the hills. They'll be back any minute. You and Mohawk were to wait until midnight before robbing the gambling halls down the street. Well, I... Hey, sir, someone's at the door. There's the door to the cafe. Oh, it's Mohawk. That's a good thing for you it is. But my foot, I'm hurt. Ah, shut up! Hey, Buff, I... Hey, Toby, what's your trouble? Oh, you got smart and stop lead. So that's what brought the sheriff and the Redskill here, huh? The sheriff? Where is he? He just came into the cafe with an engine. He looks like he's geared for trouble. So I figured I better let you know. You let him here, Toby. I didn't mean to, Buff. I was hurt. I'll deal with you later. But I didn't know where else to go. Two cents, I'd kill you now and get it over with. Kill me? Why, you... Don't que- Don't que- Don't que- Don't que- Don't que- Don't que- Don't que- Don't que- Don't que- Don't que- Don't que. Don't que- Don't que- Don't que- Don't that and get him out of here. You better get him out of here. But don't get him out of here. Bump! Move your arse. Get him, you son of a gunman! You good pincher? Yeah, here we went downtown, where they got him andить him in somebody's woods. I just made an impression, from around the park I saw Joseph Julius Ralph Yeats giving me out on it. I was licking. Oh, that boy! No way, that little man's good on him as you can't move out of the woods. You gotta take him in. What, Billy? Talking like that. Oh, come on. sure thing chef just a minute out the back way mohawk you'd better unlock the doors so I can keep Toby covered all right all right but we got to work fast just a minute sir there now clear out more all right Sheriff I'm coming go on Toby move I'm not going anywhere you'll kill me you heard buff get gone you're not going anyway what the mesh man save me help me as the little wanger step from the shadows holding his guns Toby dropped to his knees in the open doorway mohawk fired at the newcomer but he was an instant too late his shot went wild as a silver bullet smashed his gun in the office buff reached for the gun he had holstered to unlock the door mask man's cold rode again fell back with a bullet in the arm as Pete Quinn and Tatl threw their weight against the office door don't shoot half sobbing with beer Toby pleaded for his life as the mask man stepped to the doorway kill me please mr. mohawk and buff were gonna kill me you two are covered so don't try a fast move you've got everything under control they were gonna kill me Toby you're wounded in the leg why so you're the one Hank Murphy shot that's right Pete mohawk and I were gonna turn him over to the law you dirty lion double-crosser you were gonna kill me you can't get away with this bump I'll tell everything I know and who'll believe a thief I'll back every word I say buffs a fellow you want Pete he got the idea of robbing the bank and he sent elk and humor to rob the Wells Fargo office tonight that's another life the bank money's locked in your desk what's more elk and humor will be back here any minute with a Wells Fargo cash they'll knock on the back door three times it's a signal that's not true I'll know whether it is or not after I've searched your desk I'll keep these men covered Toto while you take care of their wounds a few minutes later the sheriff found the money stolen from the bank in buffs desk then as soon as the prisoners wounds had been bandaged Pete and Toto took them to jail five minutes later the lone ranger came to the jail with elk and humor Tom Whitcomb was with the masked man inside you to sales waiting for you so you got him yes they knocked on the back door the cafe a few minutes after you and Toto left eat by that time I was with the man we got them both and here's the Wells Fargo that's all we need come on elk you to humor I'm on inside you see sure if I was telling the truth yellow double crosser if you weren't locked in a separate cell I'd kill you're gonna kill me anyway now I'm safe and I'll tell plenty you'll be in prison a long time after I get through telling what I know about that's better than being dead I think this will end your trouble Pete I'm much obliged to you and Toto mister we may see you again they go back to your place time to get our horses fine good luck in your new job Pete thanks mister and if I ever have more trouble than I can handle I'll know where to turn for help I don't share so long and thanks again I'll see you later Pete I still don't savvy what happened I can tell you in mighty few words what happened elk you and your pals just met the lone ranger the lone ranger a copyrighted feature of the lone ranger incorporated is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir incorporated the part of the lone ranger is played by brace beamer your announcer Fred Foy listen to the lone ranger brought to you by special recording at this same time