 With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the masked rider of the planes led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. The stories of his strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness have come down to us through the generations, and 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, in the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse, Silver, the Lone Ranger rides again. Dan Reed had left the Lone Ranger and Toto in camp to ride into town for supplies. As he reigned up with the hitch rail before the store, he noticed an excited group of men in front of the cafe across the road. A broad-shouldered, middle-aged man detached himself from the knot and came toward Dan with long strides. The rest of the group followed. Hey there young man, good talk to you. Yes sir. You just came into town didn't you? Yes sir. Speak up son, it's alright. Which way did you come from? Well I came from the south. When you came through Granger's Pass. I came through some sort of pass, sort of a canyon with high sides. That's it. That's Granger's Pass. Well this year's big Jim Granger himself son, don't be afraid of him. I'm not afraid. Now tell me boy, did you meet anyone in the pass? Did you see anything of a horseman? Yes sir. You did? Riding what kind of a horse? What kind son? A palomino. Yes sir, that's what it was. A palomino. That's it. The sneak and skunk that stole my horse's head in the south, I've got to get after it. I can ride out the county seat and get the sheriff Mr. Granger. By the time you get back the thief and buzzer will be in Mexico. I'll go after him myself. Any of you got a horse saddle up there? My horse is lame. Why not borrow the youngster's horse? It's a spry looking crazy. How about that? You want to make ten dollars? Well I can't let anyone borrow Victor. What's the matter, don't you trust me? This is Jim Granger. He's the richest man in the state. Do you think I'll steal your horse? No sir, it isn't that. That palomino you saw belongs to me. He's worth ten ordinary horses. He's been stolen. I've got to get after the thief. I'll pay you twenty dollars. Go on son, let Granger take your horse. I'll waste some time. The thief's getting further all the time. Well, all right then. Gordon, what do you call the horse? Victor. Steady there Victor. Now here lad, you take this. Oh I don't want any money. Well take this as a guarantee that I return. Go on, hold it till I come back. Will you saddle horses and follow your Granger? Go father. I'll handle the coyote if I can overtake him. Get up Victor. Get up there. Come on. Today when Dan Reed joined the Lone Ranger in Toronto in their camp a couple of miles south of town, he had an exciting story to tell. And when he came back to town he was riding the palomino and leading Victor. And what do you think he said about Victor? What? Now what do you say Dan? Him like Victor? He said that Victor was the first horse he'd ever ridden that he liked as well as his palomino. It's a mighty fine count from a Dan, especially when it comes from a man like Jim Granger. Do you know him sir? Oh, I know of him. Then he really is a rich man. Yes, he has a big range at the south end of the pass. He didn't catch horse thief? He didn't have much to say about that. He told Pete that the thief would be around in the canyon. Dead. Oh. When I left town the men were getting ready to go for the body. Kimosabe, me hear hook beats. That one's coming this way. I hear him. Oh look. There. The palomino. That's Jim Granger. Why is he coming here? You tell him where we camp? No, Toronto. I didn't tell him a thing. You left a clean track, Dan. He'd easily follow you. Well if he thinks he can buy my horse he's... I'll get back to the brush with me. Ah. Come on, we'll let Granger just mount before he sees us. Hey there, Dan. Meet him and see what he wants. Yes, sir. Oh. Oh there. Oh boy. Mr. Granger. Dan. I followed your tracks. Yes. Yeah, but I'll tell you why. One of the boys in town said he'd seen your partners with you. My partners. The masked man in the red skin. What about it? Oh. There you are. What about Dan's partners? Masked. Just as they told me. Good. I'm glad I found you. Why did you follow Dan? Listen, mister. Did Dan tell you about help of me when I needed help? Yes. Did he tell you that I found the horse thief dead? He said that you reported that the thief was dead. Did you find him that way or kill him? Well, I found him that way. He'd been shot from the rim of Granger's pass. Oh. And the buzzer that shot him done so intended to shoot me. Are you sure of that? If you infer that I'm trying to put the blame on someone after shooting him myself, you're wrong. The critters and own horse thief and the law was after him. Oh. I had to shot him myself. I'd have said so. I'd be proud of having done it. You said the shot that killed him was meant for you. Well, it was. And I know the snake-eyed lizard that done it. But that doesn't explain why you're here. Because I want to hire your guns. Mine? There's a sneak and cat amount that needs killing. He's around here much longer. Either bot, haste, or I will throttle upon it. One of us does it. The law will hang us. Don't you suppose the law would hang me if I did what you want? You good bamoos. I can't because my ranch is here. But I can't because the girl he loves is on my ranch. My daughter Jane. Oh. Well, can't you prove that this man tried to kill you? How can I prove it? He'll say he recognized a horse that even shot him. Maybe that is the case. I know better. Granger, there might be some other way to accomplish your purpose. Who is this man? He calls himself a count and prattles about his family honor and his castles. Ah, I can't think of the critter without getting the taste of bile. What's he after? He's got my daughter and my wife fair ogle-eyed with his consigned lies. He figures to marry Janey. Oh. And he'll do it, too, unless he's stopped. The buzzard came here to find a wife whose pa was rich. He asked questions until he learned about my money. Then he connived to impress Jane. Where is he now? Where is he? I'll tell you where he is. He's a guest in my own house. Oh, golly. He knows I'm again him. Just the same as he knows that Jane will be a mighty rich girl when I die. He's playing his cards two ways. While he's fixin' to marry Jane, he's fixin' to kill me. And Jane is too moon-eyed that she won't listen to a thing I say. All she does is sit around and listen to that overdressed, underfed gopher. Ah, my lord. Sit here on the veranda with me for a moment. I should see if the cook is gettin' supper, Karen. Oh, but a moment, one little moment. All right. Did you enjoy your ride? Ah, the ride was nice. But I hated every moment that I was away from you. Oh, Karen. I'm miserable when I'm not with you. Really? I saw the sky, but your eyes, they are more blue. I saw the soft clouds, but they could never be so fair, so soft as your cheek. You say the sweetest thing. Here, my desert flower, your beauty is wasted. For you, there should be castles and palaces, and there shall be when you are my countess. Countess? You shall have the pomp and the gaiety of a royal court. You shall have music and art and servants. As the countess, your gowns will be of the finest silk, and your tiny feet will wear sleepers of the richest brocade. Oh, so beautiful. I can't stand it. Bart Hastings, you've been around the end of the porch, eavesdropping. Those next things. You've been sneaking around, snooping. Listen here, Jane Granger. I came here to have a few words with you, and heard this blister talking. I just stopped for a minute because I didn't want to interrupt. You better calling me names, you are insulting me. You ought to hear what some of the ranch hands around here call you. Mr. Hastings, I'll thank you. Jane, for the love of Mike, wake up. This four-flush and don't want ain't for you. Your tiny feet will wear slippers of brocade. Oh, my aunt, Hannah. Them feet of yours wouldn't feel right and anything, but cowhide boots. Why, you... Silk gowns. Why, you've been brought up in blue jeans. This is your kind of country. If you keep on, I will resent what you say. Oh, if you only would. Take care. I will be forced to make a challenge. Come on. Oh, count. Don't pay any attention to him. He's simply jealous. Don't stop him, Jane. Let him make that their challenge. Oh, God, I... Yeah? I would do it. But for your foolish loss, they would hung me about any sort through you. If you don't like our laws, why in thunder don't you go back where you came from? He's going to. Yeah? Yeah, and I'm going with him. So there, Mr. Bart, Hastings. Over your old man's dead body. It may interest you to know that we're going to announce our engagement on Saturday evening. Then you'd better put him under glass. If that termite runs around loose, someone's likely to step on him. I've got to go get something to take a bad taste out of my mouth. Oh, boy. Sit up there. Oh, don't pay any attention to him, my little flower. Use the same self-control that I display. We must not let the mouthings of menials annoy us. Oh, how I'd like to tell Bart Hastings where to go? Come, come, sweet lady Jane. Let us go into the house and make plans for the announcement of our engagement on Saturday. Now, see here, Bart. This is the only bottle I got. Fill my glass, Pete. Feet in brocade. Four drinks and a half hours since you've come into the bunkhouse. Why don't you go back to your ranch to drown your sorrows? Downs of silk. Pete, I sure wish he'd start a duel or something. Instead of sitting around here moping, you'd better figure a way to get that no good count off in this ranch. If you don't, you'll lose your girl for keeps. Wait. Open that door a little wider, Pete. Hey, that's the count leaving Granger's house. Who's that with him, a new cowhand? Yeah, he don't work here. Looks like an Indian. He is an Indian. My sight might be a little blurry, Pete. Are you sure that's the count? I couldn't mistake that skinny knight no matter what the distance. Where are they going? Looks like they're heading for Sugar Boys. Right over there, they're making maples. Pete, you come with me. Where to? We're going to powwow with that count. Oh, no, Bart. He's hankering for a duel, huh? Look, if you mess him up, Jane will be mad at never. She can't be any more mad at me, no matter what I do. Come along. No, Bart. I know what I'm doing. Oh, well, go along just to see that you stop sure to be in Hangman's meat. Tiny feet and brocade slippers. I do not like to walk in the woods. That it may be Snakers. What are you taking me? It only few step more. Who is it that did you talk to me? Him right there. He is mess. Good afternoon, count. Who are you? What is it you want? I'll kill him, darling. This savage. He threw a knife. He forced me to come here. How would you like to hang for murder? What? What is it you say? Count, you shot the wrong man. I do not know what you mean. Yes, you do. I found the tracks of your horse. I saw where you knelt behind a rock at the rim of Granger's path. No, no. You are a mistake. Don't lie. There's still mud on the knee of your riding britches. I... Prove. Here's the shell from the rifle you used. I... I found this where you wetted an ambush. I deny everything. Oh, don't worry, count. You're not going to hang. Who are you? Why do you come here? What are you after? I can understand why you want Jim Granger out of the way. You're afraid you'll interfere with the wedding. Furthermore, sooner he's dead, the sooner Jane will inherit part of his estate. I know what you want. You want money. Money so you will not go to Lady Jane with the truth. Well, go to her. You cannot prove anything, so she will believe it. Yes, I know that. She's blinded by your flattery. Ha! However, that wasn't my plan. See, you chose the wrong way to keep Granger from interfering. Or a share of what you hope to get. I'll show you the right way. Ha! Ha! Now I understand. Oh. You will pay. You will kill Granger. I guarantee that he won't interfere with you. That's all we need to know. Ice your hands! We got the drop on you. Make one move and we'll shoot you now instead of letting the law have you. I'll get your hands up. 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. Bart Hastings and the Granger cowhand named Pete kept close enough to hear the last part of a conversation between the Lone Ranger and the Count. Ice your hands! We got the drop on you. Make one move and we'll shoot you now instead of letting the law have you. Get your hands up. Where you come from? We heard of plenty. Eavesdropping against. Snooping. Scheme and a kill Jim Granger, huh? Just a minute. A minute, my eye. Take the guns, Pete. Keep them covered, bud. You bet. Hold it. Oh, huh? Take a step toward me and you'll be attacked from behind. Oh, pay no attention to him. Take his gun. At them, Silver. Hey! Take them, Colo. Let me fix them. Good. Steady, Silver. Steady, boy. Easy. You won't get away with this. I'll see all three of your hands. I'll rope, Colo. Try to rope me, huh? Me fix them. Me tie them plenty tight. All right. Poor cat. Wait till Jane hears about this. I'll hold you. Colo, you better rope the other one before he regains consciousness. Me fix them. It was good. It was fine work. I am satisfied that you are the man I want. But how you went into action against these two who would make trouble, huh? All right, Count. You dirty, greasy-faced skunk. You've got the top hand now, but you wait. You just wait. Uh, take it easy. You must be Bart Hastings. What if I am? Do you think Jane would believe you? You told her that the Count was plotting the death of her father? That fool girl! She wouldn't believe a word you'd say. Oh, my head. Is he all right, Tunnel? Yeah. He got rope on him. If it hadn't been for that horse, you'd never have got me. Do you, uh, know these men count? Oh, but yes. Ha! You were right about that one. His name is his Hastings. The other? He's a minion. They work. What you would call a serf name? Call him Paul Kent? He works for Mr. Granger. Can you, uh, think of something to tell Miss Jane to account for the disappearance of these two? Lies come easy to that greasy-faced weasel. Ha, ha, ha. You were disposed of these two, eh? You keep them out of the way. Ah, good. It is good. I will explain to the lady so it is all right. Fine. I will continue where we left off. Good. The point is to be Saturday night, isn't it? That is right. Meet us right here on Saturday at sundown. We'll have everything ready for you. My sweet dog, he knows when he is defeated. It isn't like bar Hastings to run away. I told you, my flower, that I saw him and your cowhandler go away together. But that was two days ago. May they never return. It's four days. Well, I can get along without Pete. Has anyone seen Bart Hastings? Uh, you interested, Jane? No, no. I just thought that maybe Pete was working on Bart's ranch. Bart ain't been near his ranch. Mother, you invited Bart Hastings to the party, didn't you? Of course I did, Jane. But the invitation couldn't be delivered. There was no one at Bart's ranch. He's been gone five days. Do you suppose anything has happened to him? Not that it matters. Here, Jane, you'll have to tie this necktie for me. All right, Dad. Is everything set for the big do-ins? Yes. It's sweet of you to accept the count. I've said all I aim to say about him, Janey. I reckon you know your own mind. Uh-huh. Is Bart Hastings coming to the party? Is he back? No, I don't know, Janey. If he ain't heard from him, I reckon he's still away somewhere. Oh. There you are. Ties, ties. Thanks. Mother wants you to make some punch for refreshment. I figured on it. You keep that count out of my way while I'm doing it. Where's he now? Oh, he's gone for a walk. He wanted to get a little ecstasy. I see. Just a minute, Jane. Stand right there and let me look at you. What's the matter? Purdy is a picture with the setting sun shining on your hair. Purdy is a... a countess. You say that I should be here at sunset. I am too soon? No, we're ready for your count. Taro has the stuff. Uh-huh. Here in paper. Let me show you. Ha. Looks just like salt. In fact, we'll call it salt. I give these to Granger. If he takes a drink, you might put some of this in his glass. But he may suspect, he may taste it. Here. Put some on your tongue and see if you can taste it. No, no, no, no, no, no. I take your word for it. You have my word that we've planned things, so Granger wanted to fear with your wedding. Oh, uh, better take this bottle with you. Put it in your pocket. What is in your bottle? Use it if the wrong person gets that stuff. Ah, the salt. And what of those others? Bart and Pete. We've taken care of them. I know what you mean. I wonder if you do. Now, as for to paying you, at the moment I am short. Oh, don't worry about it. I'll be around when you're able to pay. Now you'd better get back to the house. The party will start early. Yes, yes, I must go at once. Tonight the party, the announcement of my engagement. Mm-hmm. It's to be an evening you'll never forget. Ah, my sweet, my flower. This is an evening we shall always remember. Are you not happy? Oh, yes. Yes, Count. Of course I'm happy. The faraway loge. Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha. It is perhaps castles in my homeland that fill your mind, eh? What did you say? Jane, my dear, you must come with me. And you too, my dear Count. It is a great moment. Father is about to serve the punch. Come, we must go and be with him when he makes the announcement. Give me your hands, children. I am honored. Isn't it a delightful party? Everyone take a glass of punch. I'm just about to propose a toast. Jane, your father looks positively happy. He's either accepted the situation with good grace or changed his mind about disliking the Count. He looks like a cat with a stolen cream. Here, here, Jane. Take the glass of punch. Oh, thanks. Ma, one for the Count and one for me. Now I'm going to... Look! Go on, it's Bart Hastings. I figured I'd better come to the party. Bart! Evening, Jane. Here, Count, hold my glass a minute. Let me shake hands with Bart for being a good sport and a good loser. Yes, sir. I hope you're not too mad, Jane. No, Bart. Bart, I want you and the Count to shake hands. Here, Count, let me hold them glasses. Shake hands with Bart and everyone be friends. Yes. Yes, I am happy to shake hands. Oh, Jane, isn't this simply perfect? There, that's the ticket. Now the two of you have got to drink to Jane's happiness. Here, Bart, take this. Thank you. Here you are, Count. But... To Jane's happiness. A moment, please, sir. You... you got the glasses mixed. I... what? This is the drink that was to be yours. You gave Bart my glass of poison. Well, what in Sam Hill is the difference? They're like two peas in a pod. Sure thing. Here's your happiness, Jane. Thank you. Say that right, smart punch, Mr. Granger. Well, what's the matter with you, Count? You ain't drunk to my girl's happiness. I... I do not feel well. Oh, that punch will set you up. I never touch fruit mixtures. That is... You'll drink to my toe. I thunder-couch. You're going to drink to Jane's happiness if it kills you. Oh, do, do, drink, Count. What's the matter with you? I refuse. You what? I... I cannot explain. You'll swallow that if I have to open your face and pull it down. Bye, darn Bart. That ain't a bad idea. No, no. I got him. Let me go. Open your face. Can you open it, Bart? Same as I would a canned tanker's horse. Now, swallow this, you polecat. Jane... Quiet, ma. I want to hear this. That's it, Bart. It's all in his mouth. Open his face till he swallows it. Just like treating a sick horse. He's swallowing? Yep. Yep, it's down. I'm poisoned. I will die. What? Let me out of here. Let me go. You ain't going nowhere. Jane, Jane. Do you hear him? You figured I'd take that drink. Oh, wait, please. Let me... let me take these. Let me take these bottles. Ain't that true? Didn't you put something in Grainger's drink? I must take these. Let me drink it. You'll get to drink it when you confess, not a minute before. Yes, mother. How about trying to shoot me from ambush? Confess to that, too. It is true. It is true. I admit it all. While you're at it, admit that you lied about all those castles in Europe. Let me drink the antidote. Those castles. I lied about them. And those silk gowns and fancy slippers. Tell the truth now, you fake. You ain't got a nickel, have you? No, no, no. I am penniless. I shall die. I shall die. Let him go, Bart. All right. Now you can guzzle the stuff and add their bottle. Go on, drink it. He deserves it. What's the matter? Well, I take nothing but castor oil. No! Castor oil! Now drink the rest of it. Empty that bottle. I cannot. Drink them out. I will, I will. Good work, Bart. Make the foreflusher drain the bottle. No. I cannot drink no more. No. There's a bottle left. Please, I do you aren't yet. Drink it, you white-livered, fancy-talking polecat. Give me that gun, Bart. Sure thing. Thank you. My flower. Don't use any more fancy talk on me. Drink that oil or I'll knock an inch off your height. Yee-hoo! That's Texas-talking jet. Now drink. I drink, I drink, I drink. It is gone. Now let me out of here. Let me out of here. Well, he had it coming, told him. Bart, what a fool I was. He might have killed my father. Dad, you all right, aren't you? Sharks, all he had in that drink was plain table salt. We had to make you see him in his true colors, honey. But I don't understand. So, and you, Bart, where have you been? Bart's been spending a few days in hiding with Pete. And we had some mighty good friends in hiding with us. To think that I figured that mask man for a murderer. Mask man? What mask man? It all started, Jane, when I borrowed a horse called Victor. Well, it's too long to tell right now. We've got to announce an engagement. But the count has left. I ain't talking about the count. Am I, Jane? Come on with me, Maul. Jane, you got any objection to letting the party go on? Do you hear me object? The story you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.