 with the speed of light, the cloud of dust, and a hearty hyose silver, the lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the mask rider of the plains 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 come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse, Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Come on, Silver, a ding on the trail ahead, oh, Silver! There were several covered wagons in the line that headed west with food for the construction camp in Spring Valley. Keep a sharp watch now, guard. This is where we're told to watch for Redskins. I know. But how can a man keep a sharp watch with trees brushing both sides of the trail? Get on there! As far as I'm concerned, I'd sooner let the Redskins have the grub we're toting them, and they'll get captured or killed by them. Guard, this load of grub is powerful and important to the boys of Spring Valley. The last two roads were lost. Redskins? Right. I've heard that the boys are like the starves of the grub being delivered inside with duck. Pull out of there! This is it! Art riding men with painted faces leap from both sides of the trail, leap to the wagons with clubs and knives. They slugged the drivers, beat the guards, and quickly overcame the men on the wagons with the speed and intensity of the attack. The sound of gunplay rang across the plains, the three riders on powerful stables. That means trouble. Uh-huh. Get that way. Sounds like an alien attack. Follow me! Come on, Silver! Come on, Silver! Come on, Silver! Come on, Silver! When the lone ranger reached the scene of disaster, a dozen men surrounded a campfire. Some were badly injured, others badly bruised. Get your hands up! We ain't in the mood to beat no more outlaws. Oh, Silver, oh boy, who? Hey, you heard me. Get your hands up and take off that mask. Put on your gun. I came when I heard the shooting. What happened to your wagons and horses? So you know all about us. I saw the wagon track. Yeah, hold on. Maybe we can get some information from this outlaw. Maybe it's... I'm not an outlaw. Did Indians do this? Engines, that's right. Who are those two riding in here? Hey, another rich kid. That man's a friend of mine. A friend of all Settlers. Oh, come on. Come on. Come on. Right now, I hate all engines. This is the third wagon train the critics have stolen. What did you carry? Food. Any of your men need help? We'd rest the wounds best we could. Uh-huh. Look at wounds. You come down. Come, Tonto. Yeah, but I will. I'll bring a saddle bag with the bandages and things. Keep that red skin away from our men. Don't talk like a fool. Tonto can help them a lot. Oh, where was the food going? Oh, see here. I don't know why we should answer your question. Now, wait a minute, guard. I like the way these three came in to offer help. I don't know who you are, stranger, but I don't see no harm in telling them what you want to know. Thanks. The guppas on the way to the boys that are building the new dam in Spring Valley. That's where the government has a crew at work. Yeah, that's right. I don't know much about it. The river has been dammed. There'll be water for farming the whole valley. Yeah, if the boys in the job don't starve, there ain't no food available there. Did you say Indians attack your train? Yeah. Dirty cutthroats. There are no pat Indians around here. What's that? Indian live in village to north. Indian in storm clouds, tribe all, good Indians. Plenty friendly Indians. Tonto gnome. Then something has happened to change them. If we could only trail those wagons. There's a town ahead. I think you can reach it by foot. Ah, I ain't walked a mile in the last five years. You've walked now several miles. Me? Follow a wagon trail? Ask him, Osabi. Don't do any more than locate the wagon. Ah, not fighting. No, take Dan with you. Teach him more about the way you trail. Golly, I should do my best to help. We meet you by and by? Yes, learn what you can, then head for town. I'll meet you there. Where'll you go? I want to talk to the United States Marshal. I'll go ahead of you. Well, then listen. Tell him there's another train of wagons some hours in back of us. If the Redskins get that grub, too, Sam Caldwell and the men working on the dam will be faced with starvation. I'll tell him, meanwhile, don't take pot shots at any Indians you see. Come on, silver. At first, the trail of the stolen wagons was easy to follow. The marks of horses hooves and wagon wheels were not only sunk into the soft ground, but were so clear that Tonto made an observation that perplexed him. Sam, you take look at footprint here. Yeah, half been. But what's so strange about it? Well, you study it, then tell Tonto. Well, let's see. Well, maybe you're wondering why some of these men travel on foot from time to time. No, not that. Fellows stop here to water horses. Well, then I don't see anything unusual about the marks. Well, if the Indians make a tag... The driver told us that. Look, me make footprint here. Right alongside other footprint. Yeah. Then me take long-step, regular stride. Make other footprint. Now, you study them. Hey, you're wearing moccasins. Ah, like all Indian. These men were wearing boots with heels. That's right. Yeah, but Indians don't wear boots. No. Great day. You mean those weren't redskins at all? Not right. Holy smoke, that's important. Those guards and drivers thought the men were redskins and they're not at all. The length of stride, fellow make. Yeah. Hey, he's got to be a big man. A mighty big man. But boot print, not wide. Boot print, narrow. Yeah, then he's tall and skinny, is that right? That's right. No. Now we follow trail some more. You mount up. Easy. Come on, Victor. Get him up scout. Shortly after Tonto and Dan were underway again, the wagons moved to the dry bed of an old creek where stones retained no tracks. The trailing became a slow process, but much of the time spent on hands and knees, looking for a misplaced stone and constantly studying the banks on both sides of the stream, where some sign at the wagons had changed their course. Night came on. With the progress halted, the two took to the saddle and headed for the nearest town. In the meantime... Where did it all day for you to get back to your office, Sheriff? The marshal sent me to see you. Very scary. What's the idea? This note from the marshal explains. Oh, great scott. The lone ranger, eh? You've heard about the food robberies. The situation at Spring Valley is critical. The men there must have food. There's no one here in town that can be spared. I know it. All the food there is in town would last but a short time. There's a lot of men in the construction camp. Hey, those ordinary redskins. I'd like to take a posse up to Storm Cloud's village and search the place. But you can't. I know Doug Gown will, I can't. Wouldn't take much to start Storm Cloud making war. He's peaceful now, but he's got to be kept that way. There's another wagon train on the way. Yeah? Yes. I want a posse to go with us to ride with the wagons. Maybe so. The capturing of the thieves is less important than getting food to the camp. The next food train must be brought through. I'll see what can be done. Why in Sam Hill is there so much interest in stealing food? What have the redskins got against the boys in the camp? I don't know, Sheriff. What's come over Storm Cloud of a sudden make his tribe start raiding and robbing? Let's get the food through. Then deal with Storm Cloud. In the rear room of the cafe, the proprietor, Lank Morgan, was in the conference with a well-dressed man called Driscoll. You've done a fine job so far, Lank. Thanks, boss. There's just one more wagon train on the way to that construction camp. If your gang can keep that from reaching the village of the dam, they'll have to leave the job or starve. They tell it stains. And the cattleman I represent will still have a spring valley for their cattle. You can depend on it, boss. Them wagons won't get by me, you know, sir. Splendid. Well? I'll be going along. Yeah, better go out this rear door, Driscoll. Yeah. The cafe's pretty full. So long, Lank. So long, boss. I'll let you know what happens. Good business tonight, eh, Barkeep? Yeah. Pretty well filled up. Barkeep. What, Lank? There's that engine over there eating supper with a kid. Hmm. I've never seen him before. Must be a stranger in town. Don't look like any of the stone clouds out there. No, he don't. I've never seen him before. I don't know who he is. Golly, I'm hungry after that long ride, Tuttle. Hey, this food's good, isn't it? Oh. Hey, Tuttle, what are you watching that tall man for, huh? Him plenty tall, man. That long stride might match steps on wagon trail. Hey, Golly, I never thought of that. Now, you finish supper, Dan. Then wait outside to Lone Ranger come. What are you going to do, Tuttle? Let me talk to tall man in back room. Maybe him want to hire Tutto. Work with other Indian. Hey, you mean you... Tutto maybe find out things that way. I'll be outside with Victor when you want me, Tuttle. Dan waited outside the cafe with his horse Victor for over half an hour. When finally the Lone Ranger joined him, the boy had much to tell. Golly, I thought you'd never get here. I have so much to tell you. Where's Tutto, Dan? In the back room of the cafe with Lang Morgan. What's he doing there? When we followed the wagons, we found out the Indians were white men disguised because they wore boots with heels. Good work. One set of footprints showed a very long stride made by a tall man. A narrow footprint? Yeah. Maybe Lang. I hope Tutto hasn't gone too far on his own. The sheriff's recruiting a posse to ride out to meet the next wagon train. But why not just capture the crooks while they're waiting in ambush instead of going up to meet the wagon trains? There'd be no evidence against them that way, Dan. They must be caught in the act of robbery. Oh, I see. But as the sheriff now, keep quiet, Dan. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hi there. I'm going inside the cafe to line up more volunteers for the posse. We'll be ready to ride in a few minutes. While the sheriff's sworn members of his posse, the lone ranger and Dan moved along the side of the cafe to the rear door opening into Lang's office. No one here. Oh, Tutto and that tall man have gone. But they were here. Wait, something on the floor. Looks like one of the messages Tutto leaves. Is it? Yes, Dan. Tutto has tucked himself into a job with Lang. He hopes to locate the stolen wagons. Man, if they attack, if they attack the next train. The governor will meet the fire of the sheriff's posse. While Tutto moved into ambush with Lang and his outlaws, Chief Storm Cloud came from his teepee at the sound of approaching hollers. By the light of the village fires, he saw one of his scouts who brought startling news. You send scout, keep watch. You'll come to report. Outlaws, go to ambush. Outlaws, dress like Indians. You know where ambush is. I know. I see. Outlaws wait there. I'm coming. Once more, our people be blamed for crime of others. This chance to show our innocence. Yeah! Rouse all who sleep. Bring out horses. Two horses. Bring guns. We go make prisoners of ones who bring dishonor on us. 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. Chief Storm Cloud let his tribe to an attack against outlaws who dressed as Indians to whelay wagons loaded with food. Tonto, hoping to get evidence against the outlaws, had joined the gang. Lank Morgan with his men waited to attack. As near as I can figure, the wagons will stop for the night at that waterhole beyond it. We wait here till they stopped and then raid him. Smitty, you take charge driving off the wagons. Whatever you say, Lank. You're the boss. How about you, Turner? Well, me, New Pellerin gang. Me not safe. You might have an idea, though. Have you? No. Lank, I don't know why you took the redskin in with us. We need men. But you don't know nothing about him. How do you know he ain't here to spy on us and find out where we take the wagons? That's why he's here. I'll know it when I make sure. You stand by ready to shoot. Closing in from all sides. You're the one who told him? No, me not tell him. Shut up and come along. You boys fight him while we try to get him from the rear. Lank's men, now without a leader, were surrounded and forced to surrender. Lank and his comrade Smitty drew to one side and concealed themselves beneath dense foliage. They remained quiet until the Indians rode away with many prisoners. They made it, Smitty. They didn't get it. Hard, they were all taken. Even the red-skinned tanto, they got him too. You know what they'll do with those men, don't you? They'll torture him to death. All the better for us. Two of us can split the cage. But if that next wagon train gets through, there won't be no cash. The two of us can't capture all them wagons. If you leave it to me, we'll stop the wagons. They won't get through. We can't move them to where the others are head. We won't need to. Come on. The wagon train had been brought into a circle as the drivers reinforced with the sheriff's posse and the Lone Ranger prepared to make their night's camp. The Lone Ranger drew Dan to one side. Dan, I brought you with me because I didn't know where tanto was. Yes, sir, I know. We didn't have time to hunt for him. The fact that you're here is no reason for you to take a hand at fighting starts. Yeah, but you've taught me how to use a gun. You're not to use it tonight. All right then. They were attacked the sheriff and you'll keep out of sight and out of the way of bullets. The vector will carry you out of danger. Yes, sir. If we get separated, we gotta go back to town and wait there. Is that clear? Yes, sir, it's clear. I understand. They sure hope those critters make a play for these wagons. They'll get the surprise of their lives when they find there's a sight more men may expect. Yes. The sheriff, I want as little gunplay as possible. That's heavy. I already told the board. Great train, one of the wagons in the fire. And there's another. There comes the fire arrow. It's hit another wagon. There she goes. A dry chop cover goes like tinder. Indian arrows. I saw that arrow start. I know where it came from. Dan, stick close to the sheriff. Wait, we'll go with you. I care of Dan Reed. Come on, silver. No, you don't. Though the Lone Ranger quickly captured Lankinsmitty, the wagons were beyond salvation and the precious food was soon consumed The campfires of Chief Storm Cloud's village made the night as bright as day. There are many Indians watching as guards over the score of outlaws in their Indian clothes. Among these outlaws, Tonto remained quiet while Chief Storm Cloud spoke. For many years, we live in peace. For a plenty long time, white settler make no complaint. Indian make no complaint of war from settler. As those rats can say, you say for their language. Then tell Chief we pay for crime. But how? You see, plenty soon. It is rule of tribe that will of majority win. Are they to vote about us? Hang it all, I wish Lankin come and get us out of this. Is it will of people? These men die. What did the Indians say? I don't want to die. Stand. All you stand. I don't want to die. Let me help you get the critters that planned the whole thing. You stand up. We look prisoner in face. Ring torch. He's going to set fire to us. Him only take a look at us. They'll torture us to death, that's what they'll do. We see if any face known to Storm Cloud. Tonto know Storm Cloud? Tonto, you here? Ah, me here, Storm Cloud. But you, you always good friend. You friend Lord Ranger. Not right. What's that? You a friend of the Lone Ranger? Friend of the Lone Ranger? Why are you here with us? Me, me join band. Why? Where Lord Ranger? Me join band to learn where all stolen food go. Speak for the rest of us, Tonto. In the name of mercy, don't let these redskins torture us. Don't let them kill us. Storm Cloud, if you kill Outlaw, it not help other people. Outlaw makes sin. Outlaw dies. They're better way. Me know where food and wagons go. Maybe you make Outlaw take Indian there. Take all food. Take Outlaw into town. That save life of men who need food. We speak to... What is fault? Shall Outlaw die? We'll show him the cave. We'll show him where the wagons and the food were taken. Indian say you die. You, you talk to him. Tonto, you hear voice of people. Ah, me hear them. Me speak. Kimosabi, T.J. Tuka, Lame, Mimo, Wagons. Later the same night, the lone Ranger and Dan were in the Sheriff's office. Blank and Smitty were locked in jail at the rear. Blank, where in Tarnation don't you confess and have it done with? Do what you'll mind, the Sheriff. I won't be in here long. Who do you think will get you out? I ain't saying. I said I didn't intend to talk and it still goes. What about Driscoe? I don't know who you speak of. There's a man in town named Driscoe. Didn't he agree to pay you and your man if those wagons failed to reach the construction gang? Mister, I don't know nothing, see. Where are the rest of your men? That makes you think I got any more. Dead, blessed and all, Lank, why in Tarnation have you got to be so cussed? Now listen, Sheriff, I told you that me and Smitty was riding out to meet the wagons in their train. I told you we seen a couple of redskins riding arrows with flaming tips at the wagons. We jumped them. They knocked us down and got away. That's a pack out and not lies. Well, that's my story. They knocked us down and got away and left their bows and arrows. Then this mayor's down to break them right and down and capture this. Ain't that the story, Smitty? That's the story. Now you got to leave us out of this jail, Sheriff. You ain't a shred of proof that we ain't telling the truth. Sheriff, come over to your desk. How can I shake that story? I'm afraid you can't. Lank's no fool. He knows it. He'll bet he ain't no fool. He knows you'll hang if he confesses. His only chance to get out of this is to stick to his lies. Hey, he's lictus. Lictus at every turn. I'd let you know what happened to the rest of his gang. He must've had more than this. Well, I'm going to find Tutto. Oh, that's right. You've been staying here trying to help me while your best friend might be in all kinds of danger. Lank won't even admit that he hired Tutto. Yes, I know it, Dan. I heard you were looking for me, Sheriff. Crisco. What do you want? Maybe you heard the news. What news? Another wagon train was stopped. This time it was burned. The food was lost. That's too bad. What do you expect me to do about it? We have a couple of your men behind bars. Take a look at them. My men? They're expecting you to try to post their bail for them. That ain't so. You seem to have made a mistake. Sheriff, I don't know these men. Oh, yes. One of them owns the cafe, doesn't he? I've seen him there. That's your story, Lictus. You act as if you didn't believe me. I don't. Then, my dear sir, suppose you try to prove otherwise. Good. Bust it all out. What? Hold it up. Right in the town. This is your work, Lictus. This is the war you stirred up. Get away from that door, Dan. Let me go out. It's just fighting for life now. Wait. That wasn't a lead. That was running besides storm cloud. Don't open fire. Look, there's wagons, too. Lots of wagons. Wagons. The food wagons. A score or more of them. Like a stampede, the Indian ponies dashed to the sheriff's office, outside of which Silver and Dan's horse Victor were hitched. Then the wagons, and each wagon was the outlaws, flanked by armed redskins. It took no more than a glance to show that the food was safe. The wagons were still fully loaded. The loot from all but the last attack was there before the lawman's office. Then men poured into the small office. Indians with guns and outlaws disarmed and disconciled. Here, all outlaw, storm cloud make outlaw lead way to cave. Make them bring all food here. So these are the mainly hired? Yeah. The honorary double-crossing coyote. He hired us and then left us to die. It was that their engine that saved our lives by persuading storm clouds men to give us a chance. Cut-o. You've done a great job. Now there's plenty food for men and campers. Yes. If we'll confession, condo gets sired by bad men. Confessions? Great day. This is perfect. Confessions all named Lank Morgan. Diskun, you've got to do something about this. Rascal, help us out. I don't know a thing about this. Oh, you don't, eh? Well, you're in it now, Driscoll. When crooks get to trying to save their necks by naming their helpers, the whole truth comes out. Come on, I like them a bit more, you know? Sheriff, the storm cloud will take over now. Line them up. Pack them in the jail. Driscoll, along with them. Then storm cloud, I... I hope you'll do us the honor of taking them wagons of food to the boys that are waiting for them. I'll sue them! As a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.