 with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hyo silver! The Lone Ranger! This faithful Indian companion total, 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! One silver! Let's go be followed! There was no stagecoach in sight, but a garden driver lay beside the trail in the heat of the midday sun. The guard was dead. The driver, wounded several times, was dying. He heard the sound of approaching hoofbeats and thought the outlaws who had driven off the stagecoach were returning. He tried to raise his gun, but he was too weak. He could barely turn his head to watch as the two men flew rain. He saw that one man was an Indian, the other wore a mask. One fellow still died. I'll take care of him fellow, see you about the other man. Uh, look like he'm dead. Go ahead you poor cat! Shoot me again! I'm going to shoot you again. I want to help you. Look, you're masked. Nevertheless, I'm on your side. I want to see the man who shot you punished. How about that man, fellow? You're dead. Give me something. Someone will hang. Maybe we'll help this fellow. Can't help me. Too far gone. Do you know who shot you? No. Faces covered. So you couldn't see their faces? No. They shot us. The last stagecoach? I bandaged your wound cold. Told more about the high women. Then come, Kimo Sari. Yes, several men. Then ride plenty fast. Too far away to tell how many. Five, there seems to be six. Maybe seven. Maybe outlaws come back. Hold it, tunnel. Don't draw your gun. You're not going to try to fight that many. Get ready to ride. Tell you there, Silver. Tell you boy. Them fellows outlaws then ride in plenty of wide circles. Yes, tunnel. Let them see us. Let them get a little closer before we start. Why you watch them, Kimo Sari? I thought I saw the sun reflect from something. Something like a badge. Maybe them loman. Yes, they are, tunnel. A man in front is wearing a badge. He's a sheriff or a deputy. Maybe them think we kill guard driver. We'll not wait to find out who you see. Get a big shot. As the lone ranger and tunnel rode north from the stagecoach's trail, the shot-off and his posse approaching along the trail from the direction of the town of Brantzville opened fire with their six guns, even though the distance was too great for any hope of accurate shooting. The loman flew rain beside the fallen guard and driver. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. All you association boys, their horses are too fast for us. Here's the reason why the stagecoach didn't show up on schedule. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Take a look at the guard and driver, eh? You reckon they were shot by the critters we saw riding away? I don't know, Sam. The guard's dead. Yes, who's the driver? The big question is, where's the stagecoach? Well, these tracks on the road look like it was turned off the trail and headed north. That's the direction those two men hightailed as we rode up. Well, we're trying to follow them. I don't think we'll get far, Sheriff. The ground's too hard to show any tracks. It's mostly rock. Come on, boys, get them out of here, all right? Let's go. Come on. Get up. While six horses cruelly driven, hold the bouncing stagecoach across the hard ground. Two men rode on the stage with their horses. Six other men rode alongside. This is far enough, Red. We're ending the team. Ho! Oh, ho! Hard cab! How about the stage? Fill out the mail bags. These sacks are plenty heavy. I hope there's enough cash in the mail to make this job worthwhile. Your men don't just head around. Rip up the sacks and dump the mail on a pile on the ground so we can go through with it. All right, Blackie. Turn the horses loose. You said something about setting fire to the stage. That's what big bill wants us to do. Blascoe and his outlaw gang went to work. The mail sacks were ripped open and the letters helped us. Then the men sat on the ground and opened each letter to search for cash. The cash that was found was turned over to Blascoe to be divided later. Here's five dollars for this one. We're not getting rich at what we're finding. Now the horses are free. Say the word when you want the stagecoach set of fire. Wait until we're through with this mail. You don't want someone to see the smoke in front of the investigators. Give us a hand where these letters are black. We don't want to be here all day. Right. Grab an armful and open them up. Got a knife? Yeah. Anyone know if we left the guard and drive it dead? No. Well, it doesn't matter. Neither of them had to look at our faces. What about Big Bill? No, what about him? He said we would have killed the guard and driver. He didn't say anything about him. All he wanted was to burn the stagecoach. Suggested to go into the mail for cash. He ought to pay plenty for this job. He agreed to pay plenty. Why? Well, he didn't say anything about him. He paid plenty. Why? What do you mean, Blankey? Why is Big Bill willing to pay you to have the stagecoach burn? Well, he didn't say. But I'll tell you this. Big Bill's playing for high stakes. I don't know what he wants of any more money. He's already got a big income as a lawyer. And on top of that, he owns a bank in Rainsbury. Maybe he's got a grudge against you, Mosley. Maybe. Maybe he wants to smash the Mosley stagelight. I wouldn't know. Well, whether that's what he wants or not, that's what he'll do if we keep on burning the stagecoach. He's chained bucks in this envelope. Well, don't spend the day looking at it. Pass it over and get on with the job. The old ranger and tottle ruled until dark without finding any sign of tracks of the stagecoach or the men who had stolen it. That night in camp, the masked man made a decision. In the morning, tottle, I'm going into Ransville. Oh. You wear disguise? Yes. I have the clothing that needs to mirror my saddlebags. I'll wear that. Oh, eastern men, not half-tanned face like you. How do you make up, tottle? I'll be a real pale face with a touch of fresh sunburn. A charity silver when we ride away from stage trails. Maybe emcee horse in town. Maybe North, same one. Our box of theatrical makeup will take care of that. We'll give silver a few spots of color. Why you go to town? I want to know if a stolen stagecoach has been found and if there's any hope of finding the men who killed that garden driver. Also, I'd like to know why those killers stole the coach instead of simply looting it. Oh. May help if I find out where the stage carried. There are passengers on board. There's a special cargo. Can I be questioned, King of Thubbie? That's why I'm going to Ransville in the morning. Noon of the next day found Jim Mosley, owner of the stage line at his desk. The loss of the stage and horses had been a hard blow. But even worse was the loss of his two friends, the garden driver who had been killed. As the door opened, Jim looked up. Hello, Dad. Oh, it's you, Jane. The sheriff stopped me as I passed his office. He said to tell you that he's sending out another post this afternoon to look for the stage and team and the chemist. Jane, I've been trying to figure out why that stage was attacked. As far as I knew, there was nothing of value on board. The sheriff thought the thieves might have been after the mail. The mail doesn't hold enough cash to attract high women. Those cooks didn't care about the mail. They were out to hurt me. That's why they made all for the stage and team. Why do you think that? It all fits in. You see, Jane, a few months ago when I was in the bank, Big Bill Jennings called me into his office. He told me about an eastern outfit that was interested in buying the stage line. I didn't know about that. I never mentioned it because I didn't intend to sell. I told Big Bill so. He wrote to the Easterners, and they wrote back him. They made a definite offer. Hey, took you down flat. Was the offer a fair one? Not by a jump-floor. It wouldn't pay for the coaches and horses. In my government franchise, it's worth more than all the rolling stock. What did Mr. Jennings think about it? He said that, but I think it over real careful. He said those big eastern syndicates had ways of getting what they wanted. He hinted that they could maybe bribe some people and take the franchise away from them. Oh, no. Then there was a third letter from the east. A final offer. Take it or leave it. Well, I didn't take it. Big Bill said I might be in push and trouble. Well, you know what happened? Do you think that eastern syndicate hired outlaws to attack the stage? Yes, I do. They're out to break me. But, Dad, I can't... The truth came to me when I saw an eastern there. Go pass him in there. He's a stranger at the time. I figure he's a man named Tuffin, who's been writing to Big Bill. Dad, I saw that man. He was going into the bay. There, you see? And Dad, he was in the store a little while ago. Jed told me he was asking questions about you. Well, some do know I know I'm right. He's the one who's behind the murder of poor Pete and Seryam. I can't believe anyone would go that far to buy out a little stagecoach. It's the franchise, Jane. My franchise is worth big money. And it'll be worth a lot more in years to come. All right? Good job. Look out that window. The eastern? He's crossing the street, heading straight for our door. Where's McGonagall? Dad, please. He's at the university door. Here it is. Now I'm ready for him. Afternoon. Step right in, Mr. Yes, sir. As the long ranger disguised as an easterner stepped into the office, Jim Mosley held his gun out of sight behind the desk. He waited for the visitor to speak. I'm looking for Jim Mosley. You were looking right at him. I'd like to ask a few questions. About my stage line? Yes. Didn't Jennings give you information about the Mosley line? Yes, but... And you admit being in touch with him, eh? Yes, there's no secret about it. There's no secret about who used to blame for the murder of my friends and the steener to my stage and team, eh? Maybe the law can't prove you're behind those killings. But I've all the proof, and he... Dad! Hold it, Mosley. Put down that gun. Mr. I'll give you one slim chance to save your life. Name the men you hired to do your dirty work and tell me where to find them. Then I'll turn you over to the law. Otherwise... Otherwise you'll shoot me. Is that what you want me to believe? You would better believe it. Well, I don't. You're not a killer. Furthermore, you're smart enough to know you'd hang if you killed me. You think a jury would hang me for shooting you? Not by a jet pool. Not when Jennings tells how you tried to buy my stage line. And how, when I refused to sell you, threatened to get it by hook or crook? Mosley, I never made a threat of... Maybe not in so many words. But Big Bill could read between the lines of your letter. I never tried to buy a stage line. I never wrote a letter to either you or Bill Jennings. Mosley, I'm not even an steener. Oh, not an steener. Hello. I'm the man who found your garden driver yesterday. An Indian was with me. We were with the driver when he died. The sheriff said two men rode away. Yes, we didn't want to answer questions. We tried to find the killers, but they hid their trail. You say you were not an Easterner? I'm the same as you, Texan. I want this country rid of thieves and killers who make our highways dangerous. We'll have... I'll give me that gun. Thanks, David. I'm not satisfied about you. I'll have to take the gun before someone is hurt. Hold it. Oh, come here. I'll shoot. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. The hellish gun pointed at the Lone Ranger who was disguised as an Easterner. Oh, come here. I'll shoot. He was convinced that the man in Eastern clothes was responsible for the loss of a stage and team and the murder of a guard and driver. The Lone Ranger moved fast. You're not going to shoot anyone? Beautiful. Dear Jane, you take care of your father's gun. Cold-blooded, downright nerd. How did you know my name? I've heard of you and your dad. Coming right into the teeth of the gun and never batting an eyelash. Mr. Hay, I reckon that proves you're not an Easterner. It takes a man from Texas to do what you just did. But Dad read it when a man lives into the Texas sun for any length of time. My disguise included makeup to conceal the tan. Who the Sam Hill is? Does Mr. Jennings think you're an Easterner? Yes. I gave him the impression that I might open a factory here in Ranceville. That gave me an opportunity to ask about shipping facilities. It paved the way to ask questions about your stage line. What did Big Bill tell you? He said you might be sewing out. He's wrong, eh? He said that facilities would be greatly improved when more money was put into the stage line. If he thinks the Eastern Outfit can scare me to send an out? Him, he told me more, much more. Yes? Yes, more than he meant to tell me. He showed me the letters from the company East. Oh, those letters, yes, I saw them. Those letters may hang, Big Bill. What do you mean? Can you? I think we'll find that there is no Eastern company interested in your stage line. What? I learned something in his office that convinced me that Big Bill himself is the one who wants to buy you out. You mean? That Big Bill is behind the loss of your friends and property. I can't believe it. Well, if that's true... What happened yesterday is only the beginning. You've been hit, but you'll be hit harder. You'll be smashed, unless you fight back. I will fight back. Give me the gun. Sit down, Mosley. You can't fight Big Bill with a six-gun. Well, then tell me how I can't fight him, if what you say is true. That is why I came here. All right, Tiction, talk! Don't wringe your outline to plan and discuss the details of the plan with Jim Mosley and his daughter. After the conference still posing as an Easterner, he went to his hotel and took a room. On the following day, Jim Mosley went to the bank to talk to Big Bill Jennings. Jennings was sympathetic. I was mighty sorry to hear about your hard luck, Mosley. I understand the sheriff's men found you horses this morning. Yes, they were wandering loose in the badlands. What about the stagecoach? They found that, too. The ashes of it. It had been burned. Yeah, that's a shame. Who'd want to hurt you? You have no enemies. Maybe it wasn't Kushner. Maybe it was business. Business? Yes. Jennings, you showed me some letters from an Easterner who wanted to buy me out. Oh, yes, Mr. Tuffing is. I have his letters here in my desk. Never mind getting them out. I've been wondering if Tuffing is behind the attack on my stage. Yeah. You told me how some of those Easterners got what they wanted by hook or crook. Of course, I had in mind bribery and things of that sort. It's hard to believe Tuffing would resort to murder. God couldn't have been Tuffing Jimmy's over a thousand miles from here. He might have hired gunslingers for his dirty work. Well, that's true, Jim. What would be his motive? Maybe he wants to put me out of business. Break me. He wouldn't care about the loss of his stage and a few horses if he could buy me out. It's the franchise he wants. That's the most valuable thing I've got. Well, Jim, you may be right, but you'd never prove it. Yes, I know that. And if you are right, there may be more attacks on your stagecoaches. That's just the point, Jennings. I'm getting on in years. I want things peaceful. I don't like robbing and killing. I just want to live quiet. I don't blame you, Jim. You worked hard all your life to live a business. You could sell out now. Take things easy. I'm willing to sell out at a fair price. You'd have a hard time getting more than Tuffing over. I'd like to deal with him directly. What do you mean? Instead of through you, Jennings. Oh, no, sir. If he'd come here and see my outfit, he might make a better offer. It's very great. I want to talk to him and do business face to face. I don't know whether you'd be willing to come all the way to the East or not. He'll come if he wants to deal with me. All right, Jim. I'll write him today. The lone ranger went to the camp where Tauto had been waiting. He told his Indian friend what he had learned and what had been done. Oh, no, Tauto. Bill Jennings knows that Jim will not do business unless he meets the East in their face-to-face. I think Jennings will have word for mostly that the Eastman is coming here. It'd take long time for letter come from East. Yes. We'll probably be here for a couple of weeks. You stay in town posing as man from East? Yes. You stay here until I come for you. Rest plenty good for horses and it'd give time to overhaul gear. I'll, uh, I'll be in touch with you, Tauto. As soon as we hear that Mr. Tuffing is on his way, we'll prepare for the next move. During the next two weeks, he will have sought in vain for the outlaw gang. And during those two weeks, the lone ranger continued his role as an Eastern manufacturer. He lived at the hotel and spent much time inspecting possible locations for a factory. Then early in the afternoon, he was walking past the stage line office. Jane Mosley was standing in the open door. She gestured. Oh, good afternoon, Miss Jane. You're looking well. I hoped you would pass. Anything new? Yes, it's come. Good. Mr. Tuffing's came here a few minutes ago. He told Dad that he had a letter for Mr. Tuffing. He said that Tuffing would arrive on the next stage after the letter. That means he'll be on the stage that arrives tomorrow morning. That's what we've been waiting for. Where's your father? He went to the bank with Mr. Jennings. I'll see your father tonight at his home just as we planned. I'll tell him. Ask him to have the sheriff there. The lone ranger rode away from Rantsville. In camp, he outlined his plan to Toto while removing his disguise. That evening, the sheriff was in Mosley's home with a stage-light owner and his daughter. He talked at length about his futile efforts to locate the gang that had attacked the stage. Presently, there was a knock on the back door. The back door. I'll go, Dad. I reckon it's our friend. Oh, Sheriff, I've been waiting for that man. He has a plan to catch those crooks. Who is he? I don't know his name, Sheriff. He's really a bad news. But he's a Texas man, and I'd trust him all the way. How'd you hear you say that? It's glass. Very, Sheriff. You'll need no gun tonight. He changed. He's the same man, Dad. Well, the voice is the same, but mister, you look bigger, indeed. And more like a man who was lived beneath the Texas sun. Yes. Well, I see a mask. I think of an outlaw. That's why Toto and I rode away the first time you saw it, Sheriff. The first time? Yes, on the stage trail beside the dead garden driver. Then you wouldn't get close enough to see that I was masked. You're high-tailed. I didn't want to answer questions. I still say a mask is the sign of an outlaw. In that case, Sheriff, you and Jim will feel like outlaws tomorrow when you're hiding your faces behind bandanas. What? The sheriff hasn't heard our plan yet. If you think I'm going to hide my face... I think you'll agree to it, Sheriff, when you've heard what I'm going to say. The following morning, the sheriff wore a bandana to conceive his face. Then so did Toto and Jim Mosley. They were hidden behind a boulder near the stagecoach trail with a lone ranger. When they heard the stage approaching from the east, they drew their guns. If this plan misfires, I'll be lapped out of town. Trust in the bash, man, Sheriff. Get ready. As the stage grew near, the four men leaped into view with their six guns barking. Up the team! Rainy in there! Oh, we did it! Hold it! Hold it! I'll go to you, Mr. Soppen. Step down from that seat and keep your hands away from guns. Or you'll get the same as the other garden driver. Are you carrying a passenger here? We got one man. Step out of the stage, Mr. Hold on, boys. Take it easy. You'll have to walk the rest of the way. We're taking the stage. Not so fast, Jim. I got a hunch I'm working for the same boss as you, boys. We know what we're doing. We're following instructions. That's what I'm doing. Who gave you instructions? Does the name Big Bill mean anything to you? What are you doing on that stage if you're working for Big Bill? So we are working for the same boss. Answer my question. I'm supposed to pose as an easter named Tupping to put through a deal. If you're from the east, how could you get orders from Big Bill Jennings? Oh, I went partway to the east after I got the orders. Oh, uh, did you work for Big Bill on the last deal? Yes, I was last going red and the others. Where are they? They're lying low at Big Bill's house. Sounds like he's telling the truth. I'm still not convinced. Tell me this. What did you do on the last deal? Got the horses loose and burned to stay. That shit is it? He's our man? Why, sure. I am, boys. I'm one of them. You will be one of us as far as Rantsville. That's where we separate. You're going to jail. To jail? I'll uncover my face. You're talking to the law. Take off that bandana, Jim. That should be the sheriff. Jim moves out. No, no, it's a double cross. It's a trick. I'll handcuff him. You men bring him to town in the state. We'll go on ahead. It's business to be taken care of. A little before noon, Big Bill Jennings came out of his bank and saw the sheriff and Jim Mosley approaching. Well, Jim, I'm expecting Mr. Tubbing when the state arrives. Sure do. Dummy buyer, huh, Jennings? Dummy. You're the one who wanted my stage line? Well, that's preposterous. You figured to make me sell cheap by burning one stage and hitting that others would be burned. And you wanted an unknown easter to be blamed. Sheriff, has Jim lost his mind? Nope, you're under arrest, Bill. But this is unheard of. It is hard to believe that you're a crook, but I've got the sworn testimony of Lascaux and Black and all the others. We've got Blacky on the stage, the others in your home. No, no. There are two charges of murder and robbing the mail and burning a stage. Well, there must be a mistake. Yes, there was, and you made it. You showed the Tubbing letters to the man who posed as an eastern manufacturer. What do you mean? You wrote those letters to yourself, Bill. They never went through the mail. They were never in envelopes. You see that man noticed right away that the letters had never been folded. Oh, no. A thing like that trapped. I'm trapped by a little thing like that. It's those little things that catch croaks. It's those little things that are noticed by the Lule Ranger. You're Incorporated. Created by George W. Trendle. Produced by Trendle Campbell Mule Incorporated and directed by Charles D. Livingston. Tonight's drama was written by Fran Struyker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beemer.