 with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hail silver, the Lone Ranger. In the early days of the western United States, outlaws and Indians roamed the frontier. The local sheriffs were powerless to control them, and it was not until the Lone Ranger started his great fight for justice that law and order were established in the new territory. Return with us now those thrilling days of yesteryear, when eventually at the end of every trail, from out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the Great Horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. In the courtyard of the mission, the Lone Ranger satisfied Silver, at his sides to the Good Padre, who had long been the masked man's friend. He held a letter in his hand and began to read aloud. The people here no longer speak to us. Even those who had been our friends turn away when they meet us on the street. We are hated by all, though no one dares to claim that we share in the guilt they fixed upon my son. Padre, a manhunt is a terrible thing. Everywhere ride men who would kill my son upon sight. Our home is watched constantly. Frequently it is searched. All this when, as heaven is my witness, my son is innocent. I write to you Padre, having heard that the Lone Ranger is your friend. If he can help us, my gratitude will go with him all the days of my life. If he cannot, well, then I shall understand and not let sorrow make me bitter. Sorrow, I have read, must come to everyone. That is all? All my friend except the name she signs. And that? Mary Garland. Garland? Then you have heard? Her son is Vance Garland. See? She speaks of a manhunt Padre. It's been years since there was a hunt to compare with it. A crime of which her son has been accused is the most horrible crime, Amigo. Forty men and women deliberately left to die of thirst as they crossed the desert. Permitted to die and to suffer terribly before they died. Because one man was a coward. But I have lived long, my friend. Long enough to learn that the truth can sometimes be made to appear a lie. Perhaps all that we've heard is not so. And would it not be most terrible also if an innocent man should be punished for such a deed? You're right, Padre. Then you will help? I ride it once. But you have not eaten? Where the Garlands live is a long journey. No, Padre. There'll be time for food when Silver must rest. And Tonto. He's riding here. I shall meet him on the trail. Then I shall not attempt to detain you, Amigo. Adios, Padre. Hasta la vista. Come on, Silver. Adios, Silver! Howey! The great horse leaped forward at the command of his master, the silver hoofs making thunder on the trail, away from the mission in westward. On the trail ahead, Tonto galloped toward his friend. T'ai, Kimosabe! T'ai! Back, Tonto! We ride to the west! T'ai, Kimosabe! Come on, Silver! Come on! Three days later, not far from the town of Oak Ridge, a care-worn woman stood at the window of a weather-beaten house. She gazed across the prairie and... What is it, Ma? Dead. Come here quickly. You see something? There. Beyond the grove. Horsemen? A white horse and a paint. Ma, you think it's them? I don't dare hope. No, wait. Look, it must be, see? One of them's mast and the other, the other's a red skin. The Lone Ranger and Tonto. Golly. Here they come, Ma. Hurry, unbar the door. Yeah. Silver, hold on, hold on, hold on. Why? Is this the garland place? Oh, the pottery found you. He sent you here. Yes. Come in, please. Ted, bar the door again. Uh-huh. You always bar the door? Oh, yes. If we didn't, they'd bust right in on us. They? Those who would kill my son. They're all a suspicion that he sneaked back here somehow. You must be Vance's brother. Uh-huh. I'm Ted. You and Tonto, you've come to help. Mrs. Garland, I can make you no promises. If Vance is innocent, I'll do everything in my power to prove it. But if he's guilty, then I must see that he's brought to justice. Vance ain't no more guilty than I am. He isn't. I know he isn't. Tell me what you can. You better talk fast, Ma. Somebody's bound to have seen him right here. Tonto, keep watch. Let us know if anyone comes. Tonto, do that. Now then, Mrs. Garland, to save time, I'll tell you what I know, and you can add what I've left out. I've heard the story that's been spread across the state. A party of settlers reached Oak Ridge and decided to cross the desert. They hired your son to guide them. They set out, and nothing more was heard of them. Then, the month later, an Indian scout rode into town with the news that the entire party had died of heat and thirst, according to the evidence. Am I right so far? Yes. Further evidence seemed to indicate that Vance must have taken a wagon, hitched his horse to it, and driven alone to alkali springs for water. It was assumed he'd done this to save the party the extra miles they'd have had to travel. The entire group had gone by way of the springs. Well, that's the way it looked. No doubt, he ran into a party of apaches at the springs. The horses, including his saddle horse, were found killed by arrows. The wagon was burned. But Vance somehow escaped. The springs aren't far from the northern edge of the desert. And Vance, a foot, left a trail that showed he reached it. Yes. Yes, that's true also. So people have drawn the obvious conclusion. Vance was able to escape the apaches, and he could have sent smoke signals to guide the settlers to the spring after the apaches had left. The settlers, unable to read trail sign, could not reach water otherwise. Only to send a signal if he could. It's claimed, however, that he didn't, because he feared smoke would bring the apaches back. It's claimed that to save his own life, he sacrificed the lives of 40 others. Maybe he wanted to keep the settlers from being attacked. Signs revealed there couldn't have been more than half a dozen red men. Indians don't attack whites unless they greatly outnumber them. Oh, please. Yes? I know that mothers are said to be the last to really know their son's character, but Vance wasn't a coward. He didn't have an ounce of cowardice in him. I'll tell you, mister, my brother didn't serve you what it meant to be scared. Guilty or not, Vance is hiding somewhere. Have either one of you an idea where that's likely to be? No. I can't. Can't think of no place. Ted. Yeah? You didn't answer honestly. You either know or suspect something. All right. Talk. Now look, mister, I don't know. I got an idea. Just an idea, that's all. I haven't even told it to Ma. Tell it to you if I figured it was for Vance as good, but if when you find him, you're just going to drag him back here where he'd likely be lynched. Ted, you heard what I told your mother. He Vance deliberately left those people to die, and I won't interfere in his punishment. But if I feel he isn't guilty, I'll give him every chance to clear his name. You won't go back on that. You give Vance a real chance? I will. Then I'll tell you. Our coming was reported in town, and they're here to investigate. Quick, Ted. We've only got a minute. Ride to Wild Horse Canyon. Go clear to the end of it. There's a cave there. I haven't got time to tell you how to find it, but you will if you look close enough. Me and Vance found it when we were kids. We used it to hide out him when we were camping, and we never told nobody about it. If he had the chance, mister, that's what Vance headed for. Right. Come on, Tyler. Stay there. We'll get in touch with you when we can. Silver, how are you? They dropped back, Tonto. We go canyon now. To the desert first. To Alcalá Springs. Not fine. I'm there. Most of the signs may be gone, but something must be left. And what there is, I want to see. Hurry, old fellow. Hurry! Get them up, Scout. Get them up! The lone ranger and Tonto quickly out-rode the pursuit. Most of the horsemen turned their mounts toward town. Or, however, rode back to the garland place. Come on. You and Cliff coming in slim? Lead the way. The scene is coming, all right. Yell to him. Open the door. Open up. We know you're in there. Hell sure we mean business. We'll get in. Open up before we bust the door in. You hear us? We'll bust right in. There's somebody. Get ready. Now! All right, reach. You're covered. Leave your hands in the air. I'll give you both barrels. I'm sick and tired of you coyote breaking into my home anytime you wish. No, look here, ma'am. Wait. In the first place, my son never did what he's been accused of doing. Wait a minute. But even if he had, it would never justify the treatment Ted and I have suffered. You spy on us. You break into our home whenever you please. You calve. It was a time when you called yourself our friend. I can remember when I nursed your wife when she was ill. But those things don't count now. Friendship, loyalty, nothing matters. All that matters is killing. If you found my boy, you'd shoot him down without a chance to explain. Well, you can do what you wish to Ted and me. But nothing you do will ever make us do one thing to help you capture Vance. I have nothing more to say. But I have. You saw the masked man and the red skin, but you don't know who they are. Well, gents, that was the Lone Ranger and Tondo. They come here because they're on our side. Now, just what do you think of that? I don't believe it. You're just running the bluff. Think what you wish. But now, get out. Go on, on your way. You got the drop on us, but we ain't done with you. You are if you value your hide. And don't forget the masked man for us. You fellas think that was really the Lone Ranger? Gosh, I don't know. It'll be funny him sticking up for a yellow coyote like that. Well, they're going into town. Or just now, Cal. Me and Cliff's got something we have to do. Uh-huh. You coming, Ben? Yeah. Get up. Get up. Lim, I know what you're thinking, Cliff. They wasn't lying. If that was the Lone Ranger and that red skin party is. Which now that I think of it, I got a hunch it was. And we'd better be making tracks for a wild horse canyon. And Pronto. Get on with it. Get on with it. In the desert, that alkaline spring, 48 hours later, we found all we can here, Kimosabe. Time and the others who have been here to investigate before us have pretty well confused the signs. That's right. There are several things that need explaining. We find them out. Here's over. Call Scout, Anna. Here's Scout. You fill the canteens? Where are we going? To find the one man who should be able to give us the rest of the facts, Kimosabe, to Wild Horse Canyon and Vance Gerland. Let's get going. Come on, Sue. Get him up, Scout. Oh, Silver, away! The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger drama. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue our story. Slim and Cliff did not cross a desert to reach Wild Horse Canyon, but stopping only to pick up supplies, followed a route that skirted the desert, heading first to the north, then west again. They made three camps in late in the afternoon of the fourth day. They entered a narrow canyon walled by towering cliffs and floored by jagged boulders. They pressed forward until a voice hailed them with... Get out of there! Just stay right there. It's all right, Humor. It's us. It's me and Cliff. Show yourself, Humor. So it is you, fellas, eh? We come to give you a warning. A warning? What's wrong? We was told the Lone Ranger was looking for Vance. You're a local. Well, we seem two fellas that could have been him and that red skinny trails with. Where is Vance? Inside the cave. He's spill it yet? Not a thing. I'm just about through, Monk, in with that fella. Things have changed. We ain't got the time to waste it. We had a four. Come on, Cliff. Let's go in there and work him over some. Leave the horses here. Yeah. Now, hold on. Well... Now, look here, Slim. You can't do it that way. Once you get tough with him, he'll be on to the truth. You can't try to force him to talk and still make him think we just happened on to him by accident. He'll be in suspicion things. And he'll no blame, well, we ain't been feeding and hiding him cause we're his pods. Who cares what he thinks? I care. Because as long as we've gone this far, I want that cash. And we won't get it by a threat. You can take my word first. Well, come along. You're gonna do it my way? For now, but not for much longer. I'll give you another week. And if they ain't talked then, I'm using my system. With a lone ranger horning in, we ain't got much more time. Where is he now? I don't know, but I'd give a heap of a dead. Watch out, pushing through these brambles here. No! Makes pretty good cover to hide the cave, don't it? Carefully ahead. Where is it? Where is it? Where'd you go? A couple of friends to see here. Is he sleeping? Son? Oh, howdy, Slim. Oh, yeah. What brings you here so soon? Bad news, fella, huh? Ever hear of a masqueraderie that's called a lone ranger? Who ain't? But what's that? Slim says he's after you, kid. A lone ranger after me? But you're a Slim. But that ain't bad news. Why, that's just what we want. That's just the one fella that can prove I never run out of them folks are hired to guide. You don't get it. A masqueraderie figures you're guilty. But sure, all he aims to do is to find you so that you can be strung up. A lone ranger ain't got no reason to figure you want to blame Vance. If I could just talk to him. Talk to that fella? He'll throw down on you so fast you think he's grease-laden. The next thing you'll know, you'll be dancing a jig at the end of him. I've always heard he's fair. Sure. And he's got the two facts to go on. But he can make a mistake, Kenny. What you've got to keep in mind, Vance, is that me and Slim and humor are the only folks in the whole state to credit your story. Well, maybe you're right. Well, sure, that's how it goes. Hold it. What's that? Hold it, I said. Somebody out in front. Didn't you hear him? You're gonna turn out after the landing. Shut up! Get your guns ready. Look. Yeah? I saw him again in the light from outside just then. He's wearing a mask. Well, he steps in. Let him have it. Oh, hold on. You can't shoot him down. That must be the long range. Shut up, did you... We'll handle this. He comes now. Watch out! Vance! Vance! Miss, shoot again! No! You can't shoot him down in cold blood! My hands! Come on, fellow. Let me get him. Blast, you, Vance! Next man's mask. Mother gets thrilled. You, mister! Just mask my hands! You're not first. What's the matter, huh? Listen. You're Vance Gernon? Yeah. But I never done what you figure I did, Vance. Honest, I never. Give me a chance to explain. You gotta believe me. Turn up that ladder, and tell her how to do that. Vance, that's what I came here for. To hear your story. How'd you know where to look for me? Your brother said you might be here. The head wouldn't have told you unless... Well? He figured you'd give me a fair shake. I promised him I would. You see, fellows, that's what I said. I told you the mask man wouldn't do nothing. Or was it right? Yeah, we, uh, we didn't know. Mister! Yes? You really on the kid's side? I'm willing to give him the chance to prove his innocence. Gosh, we didn't figure you'd give Vance a chance. We're friends of his, too. I hope you ain't holding the beginners for fire, don't you? I mean, anybody would have done the same the way you busted in here. Oh, I get it. I don't think these fellows are outside. I want to talk to Vance alone for a moment. Uh-huh. Just a second. Outside. Come on, fellas. Well, Vance, when I first rode here, I was convinced you were guilty. Since then, I've investigated. And now I'm not so sure. But first I want to hear your story of what happened. You mean after I went for a water that time? Everything. Well, look, mister, I'll give you nothing but the straight facts. I drove alone to fill the cages of the springs just like you've likely heard. And I was attacked by a patchy like you must have heard, too. They killed my horses and burned the wagon. But when I dug in behind cover and showed a fight, they lit out. But it ain't true what folks are saying, that I sneaked away without doing what I could for the settlers. I did make a smoke to bring into the springs. S'more, I lived there nothing but water for three days waiting for them to show up. They didn't soon. At least there wasn't nothing I could do, but give up and try to save myself. Well, I agree with the facts I've discovered. The place where you'd built your smoke had been covered by sand. But when Tato and I investigated, the wind had blown enough away to reveal the truth. Strange. Yes? There's another thing. Something I even told Slim and them, because even if they have been friends to me, I figured I couldn't tell that except as somebody I was positive about. What is it? Before I went for water that time, there were some things that happened that made me wonder if maybe outlaws wasn't following our party. A couple of times it seemed riders in the distance, but they always galloped away soon. Well, I advised them settlers to hide their cash somewhere and send back for it later. Well, that cash must still be where it was first hidden. Yes. The base of needle rock over where all them gullies are. I know the place. Are you figuring to help me? I believe I can with the help of your friends. How did you meet them? Sometime after I got clear of the desert, I was making for town of foot, thinking that I'd be blamed for what had happened. They come along and told me to talk in town and said I'd better hide. I suggested this place, so here I am. I see. We're going outside. Yeah. I've got a plan that might clear you. I'll explain it to the others also. Men. Yeah? What do we do now? I just explained to Vance that I'd found evidence that might clear him. I found more I haven't told him about yet. Signs that indicate the war party that attacked him wasn't an Apache war party, but whites disguised as Indians. Is that the truth? It is. Slim, I believe the best thing Vance can do is tell the truth to the law. And that's added to the fact that there's cash buried at the foot of Needle Rock, which he has made no attempt to get for himself. There's a possibility he'll be believed. Gosh, I don't know now. Vance, the man's fellow's right. Slim, I want you and your friends to ride to town after the sheriff. I don't know. I'll stay here to protect Vance from discovery before your return. Sure. We'll be glad to go home with fellow's. But it seems like such a thin chance. Vance, it was you yourself that said the masked man was the only to clear this up, didn't you? Yeah. Then you just leave things to him. Everything will work out all right. All right, man, get going. The sooner you return with the sheriff, the better. Mr., we're on our way. Slim and his companions mounted and rode off in the direction of town. Once out of sight, they changed their course and headed towards the desert. And that masked gon' be supposed to be slick. Yeah. He played right into our hands. We should ride to town. We'll go there, sure. But not until after we pick up that cash first and the message we give to the sheriff won't be the one the masked man's figuring out. Get up. They rode first to Alkalai Springs where they made sure of a plentiful supply of water. Then they struck out for Needle Rock, a prominent landmark in the desert. It was a hard journey, one of hot days under the sun and bitterly cold nights when the sun had set. Finally, just two hours after dawn, one morning, Needle Rock. Move over there. Come on. See any signs of digging anywhere? What's that over there? That looks like it. Hurry up. I want to get my hands on that cash. I was digging here, sure enough. What do we dig with? Hey, hand me that sharp rock over there. Give me a hand, Slim. Here. What's wrong with the horses? Hey, the masked man. Stand back. What the... I'm taking your horses and water. I'm leaving you here in the desert just like those settlers were left. Well, hold on. You can't do that. Unless you're willing to tell the truth. What are you talking about? I told you where the settlers had hidden their money to see what you would do. When I saw your head for the desert, I rode ahead of you. Now I want the truth and fast. We don't know what you're talking about. You can't free him, Hans. Very well. I'll return when you're in a more willing frame of mind. Hey, come back with the horses. Come back here. Come on back. Tricks. Blast him. And we ain't got no more chance of making our way to water a foot than buffaloes have of flying. Slim and his companions soon began to suffer the torches of thirst. To add to their misery, the masked man always remained in sight, although just beyond gunshot. One, as if by accident he'd dropped the canteen, and the men recovered it. But when that was gone, their misery increased. Slim held up his hands in surrender and followed by Cliff and Yuma, staggered toward the pile of rocks where the masked man was waiting for them. We give up, Mr. Water. We've got to have water. You're ready to tell the truth? We're telling the whole thing. Just give us water. Keep your hand from your gun. The person's wishes move you, make, and I shoot. Don't shoot. You got us all right. Over here. Water. The truth first, then water. But we got to... Quick. You tell it, Slim. And then, then you let us drink? Yes. You was right about us being disguised like apaches. That's what we done. Us and some fellas in town. But why didn't you hold up the party? Why did you go to the trouble of attacking vans at the springs? That's all we was going to do at first, stranger. Just hold them settlers up. And then we've seen how we can get rid of them by letting them die of thirst. So we've done it. That way the blame will be put on vans. And there would be nobody left to testify against us. And no signs of fighting or anything. How about the smoke signal van sent up? Why didn't the settlers ride to it? Slim here told them the smoke was made by apaches. He sent them off in another direction. They said they'd find water. Really, sending them further from water all the time? Yeah. Afterwards, when you found they didn't have the cash they expected and you trailed vans and hoped to get him to tell what had happened to it, huh? That's right. Give me water. Water, please. A sheriff will take care of that. The sheriff? You bet I will. Come on, fellas. Grab these spunks. They was hid behind the rocks. All right. I wanted them to hear your confession. That's why I dropped a canteen the other day and allowed you to hold out until they got here. The engine brought us here during the night and showed us where to hide. I don't care. Just so as I get something to drink, I can't stand it no longer. Give them water, Ben. Seems like a waste of time when they're going to hang so soon. Ben! Don't bother him, mister. Look at him there with Ted and his mall. You ever see folks who was happier? Sheriff, you'll see that the truth about this is told as soon as possible. You just leave that to us. We've been mighty mistaken, stranger. But we'll fix that all right. And hey, hold on! Stranger! Young brother! Get him up still! I'll be blasted right in the way like that. If I hadn't known he was a Lone Ranger 4, now I'd be sure. You have just heard of the copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.