 For the speed of light, the cloud of dust and the hearty high old silver, the lone ranger. Bands of outlaws made their headquarters in the wilderness of the hill country during the early years of the western United States. Revenes, canyons, caves and hidden valleys offered them protection from all the forces of law and order, with the exception of the masked rider of the planes. No one could match his knowledge of the country. No trail could be hidden from the keen eyes of his faithful Indian companion, Tonto. No criminal was safe from the courage and determination of the lone ranger. Return with us now to those thrilling days when the West was young. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. The lone ranger rides again. Come on, Silver! We're heading west for the Rocky! The afternoon sun hung close over the towering peaks of the distant Rocky Mountains as two riders guided their horses along the sandy bank of a western stream. Darkness already shattered the face of the man who rode the great white horse, almost concealing the Maskey War. Beside him, the Indians' face looked grim and wary, his eyes moving constantly. The long shadows stretched behind them and melted into the blackness of the thick trees. You've seen Kimosabi? Nothing, Tonto. Not a sign. This river him talked about. The sun will be gone soon. You better make camp here for the night. What's that? It's a dog, Tonto. The wolves don't howl this early until the moon is up. It came from upstream. We see nothing. And strains. Here we can see both sides of the river, even beyond the curve. You see any signs of life? I don't see empty land at all. And a dog, Tonto. That means human beings, people. Sounds much closer now. Look! What is it? Upstream Kimosabi, coming around Ben. Tonto, why, it's a canoe. A canoe drifting along with a current. Let's see who's in it. A canoe empty. I don't see anyone. Tonto, look, it's the dog we heard. He's in that canoe. This way, Kimosabi. A dog alone in a canoe. There's something wrong. A big dog. There, boy. Nice fellow. Move further on, Tonto. Now I've got it. I've got the canoe. We'll slide it up on the sand. Dog, Kim, that. Good pack. Kim, pack. Did you see that? I hadn't pulled my hand away. He'd have taken it off. Look at those tooth marks on the canoe. Here, here, boy. Take it easy. We're your friends. You watch out. He's not vicious, Tonto. He won't bite if we make him understand. We want to help you, old fella. Here, boy. Hold the other end of the canoe, Tonto. He's watching me. How easy, boy. Good dog. That's it. We're friends, aren't we? Kim, I took it now. Good dog. All right, Tonto. We're friends. Beats the canoe. Come on, boy. Out. Now, let's see why you were in this canoe. Kim, got paper under color. Now, get it. Good dog. Take it easy. Tonto. What paper's saying? It's a call for help. We've got to get up river. Steady. Now, Tonto. It's steady, Scout. The dog will keep up with this Kimusabi. I hope we can find the writer this note alive when we get there. Tell her right note. What helps? It's not from a man, Tonto. It's from a woman. And squall eyes. I hope so. Note put in dog collar. Yes. The note was written, Tonto. Written and slipped under the dog's collar. Did you notice the dog isn't hurt? Not right. Yet there's a bullet hole right through this note. A bullet hole made after the note was folded. I mean, I see that before. That bad. I suppose that shot was fired at the last moment. I suppose that shot killed the girl who wrote the note. Dog howl, Kimusabi. Yes. When dog howl, that means somebody dead, huh? We know better when we get upstream, Tonto. Come on, Silverhead. Get him up, Scout. Come on, Silverhead. And this is a spot, Tonto. But there's no one here. I'm camp here. Been a camp for at least three days. Judging by the remains of the campfire. And look at this. Ah, empire shots. Here's an empty powder horn. The weather's logs have been moved to provide a barricade. The girl who wrote that note was behind those logs shooting. Ah, but where is she now? Nobody here, Kimusabi. There must be a trail. We'll have to pick it up. That's not easy. Wind blow last night, cover-up crack. We may not see a trail, Tonto, but there's another way. What do you mean? I mean the dog, Tonto. Here, boy. Good dog. Here. We may not be able to see a trail, Tonto, but he can smell one. Where's that note? Here. Here, paper. Now, boy, we want to follow the one who wrote this paper. Go find her, boy. Find her. Good boy. Find her. Pick up the trail. Maybe him find nothing. He knows what we want him to do. Notice how he's ranging back and forth. Maybe trail cold Kimusabi. Maybe it's too long. The dog's still trying. We'll learn soon if he does enough. Huh? Him find trail. Forward, Tonto. He's got the trail. Get him up. Come on, Silver. He's going that way. Good dog. Keep on the trail. We'll find you, mistress. Good dog. I didn't stop here for a spell. Rain in your heart. You can't keep me captive this way. I said rain in. Here, Dirk. Soon as I wet my whistle myself. Sure is good. Here you are, Dirk. Yeah. Nice and cool ain't it, Zedrush? You're saying that to torture me? Ever since you captured me by the river, you refused to give me a drink. I will give you a drink. See, I'm perishing at first. As soon as you tell us where your paw is. Oh. Yeah. You tell us where your old man is located and you're going to have water enough to bust. But not before. I won't tell you. Now don't be plumb, local lady. All we want to do is talk to him. There ain't nothing to be scared of. You'll kill him. You're a couple of side ones. You'll kill paw. Good thing we got you tied up, ain't it? You're a little wild kid. Dirk, she ain't going to talk. She's worse than the cat amount. I say finish her off and start looking. Look, and we've been looking to plenty. What's it got? It's no place. Won't you give me a drink of water? Talk first. You're kind of stubborn, ain't you? All right. Then you can thirst to death, savvy. But you ain't getting no water. You stop being stubborn. Your paw's somewhere up in their mountains. He's holed up on a con. He can't do much moving around. He's hurt because you and this gun caught him with a bullet. Maybe so. That'd make no man of never mind. We'd have been able to close in then we'd have got him. But you rode off. He was able to get away in the rain. You're never alone when my paw is now. We're going to savvy. Sagebrush, get her off that horse. We'll make her walk again. Her old man's got a poke of gold dust with choker buffalo. We'll make you walk till you've paid. Hey, Dirk. Listen. Listen to what? I tell you to get off. Listen, I tell you, I hear something. What in the thunder? Ain't that a hound dog? Dog. He's following us. It's Rover. Rover. It's the girl's dog. What are we going to do? You, we're going to make tracks. We're getting out of here. Come on, you cunt. You still lose that hound right now. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Son of a stop. What wrong do you must hubby? Dog's not a loose trail. No, Tutter. He's staying on it. But look there, up ahead. Oh. Then follow me, Chase. There must be three riders. Huh? Woman. She with them? In this distance, it's hard to tell. But she must be one of those riders, Tutter. Otherwise, the dog wouldn't be after them. Am I right? The dog is on that trail. They're traveling fast. We go after them? Not directly. Huh? I'll look past them. See where they're headed? They're taking a sweep over to the south. They're sure to head between those two hills. That's right. Let the dog follow their trail exactly. We'll turn here. We go that way? The ridge will keep us hidden. Tutter, when they get between those hills, we'll be above them. Waiting. Come on, Silver. Get up there, old boy. This is it, Tutter. Off you horse. Back, Silver. Back on the side, old boy. That's it. Back. Horses all right here. Yes. At the top of the hill, hide them from the past below. Up this way, Kemosami. Let's see where they are. You get down. They may be watching. That's it. Flat on the ground. Tutter. See over the top of the rise. Look there. Just in time, Tutter. Here they come. There, girl. Look, she's tied, Tutter. That note spoke the truth. She does need help. Dog. Him. Got trail. Tutter, get back to the horses. Get your rope. They'll be right below us very soon. We've got to rescue that girl. This ain't that dog on hound dirt. He's coming right after. You'll never lose, Rover. We're going to lose him all right. Pull up, Sagebrush. Come on, grab the girl's horse. Oh, there we go. What are you going to do? Sagebrush, give me your saddle gun. Huh? Give me your carbine out of the boot. I'll fix that hound. There you are. This is going to be a heap easier than shooting wolves, Sagebrush. You can't shoot a dog. You just watch me, lady. That fool dog's going to run in the punny lid. I've got a nice, steadier wrist with a barrel set across and saddle. There he comes, running like old Giddo. Now, let him get plenty closer for you and let go. He's coming fast. Yeah. Jack, wait. Don't shoot him. I'll tell you. Were you poised? Yeah. I'll tell you. But promise you won't shoot, Rover. I can handle him when he gets here. Promise not to shoot him. And I'll tell you what poise. It's a deal. Start talking. Paws hold up with Sawtooth Canyon. Park way up the east wall. There's a standard pine tree next to the camp. Sawtooth Canyon, huh? I know where that is. Paws leg is dead. You won't hurt him. Thanks for the information, girl. Did you hear, Sagebrush? I sure did. I got what I want to know. I'll take care of that dog of yours. You promised you wouldn't shoot him. Yeah. Well, I'm going anyways. Stand to one side, Sagebrush. Here he comes, Dirk. At least you're going to kill him. Rover, get back for him. Get back. You don't need to get to that tumbleweed pack. Rover, stop. Get back. There he is, Dirk. Yeah. Got him fixed right between the sights. Now, I'll start to squeeze it. Dirk, look out. There's two hobbys just coming down the hill. Look out. They got a rope. They got a rope. Hold the rope tight. Let them get out of the loop. Hey, what's the idea? First you shoot the gun out of my hand, then that pesky engine roaches like a couple of cows. You're lucky I aimed at your gun instead of you. You can. Dirk. Hey, Dirk. This year, zombies wearing a mask. Mr. I'm sure grateful to your mask or no mask. You found Rover in the canoe, didn't you? He led us here. I'm glad we got here in time. Well, listen here, mister. You think you're holding all the aces, don't you? Well, get this and get it straight. You leave us going. Stop interfering in what ain't none of your business. Are you going to run into trouble, Sammy? Honey, you're trouble. 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 how to continue our story. After the Lone Ranger and Tonto had captured the two bad men and had freed the girl, they decided to make camp. The outlaws were bound and the dog left to guard them. That evening, the girl told her story. Well, I was able to get my father back to Sawtooth Cannon, even though his leg was bad. Then Rover and me started out to look for help. We got the river... The Durkin Sagebrush found you there? Yeah. She was right fortunate I was able to locate the spot where Paul hid in that canoe. Rover's a good dog. He didn't want to leave when their mom raised started slinging bullets down there at the river, but he done like I told him. You think the dog can guard Durkin Sagebrush? There ain't no better watchdog, no ways. You better get your sleep now. Try to rest. Try, Mr. Plum World. Matthew Kimosabe. Yes, Tonto? The girl feels stronger. She'll be fit to travel in the morning. She's been through a lot. You're looking up at the sky, Kimosabe. What is it? Anti-storm come. Yes, there'll be a storm perhaps before morning. But Miss Brady must know the way. Let's take a look at our prisoners. Good boy. Good dog. They're watching them, aren't you? Hey, you misty. Well? How long you figure to get away with this? You've been getting away with plenty long enough, Dirk. You're at the end of your trail. Now look, Miss, man. How about a little proposition? What makes you think I'd be interested? You're a mast, ain't you? You must be an outlaw right in that get-up. Now look, Brady's got plenty for the fools. We could get rid of the girl and hit for Sawtooth Canyon. We could split what he's got now. I'm not interested. Dirk, the first chance I get you and Sage Brush will be turned over to a sheriff. You'll get what you deserve. Well, that's enough. Tata, we'll make sure they're tied securely. This one good. Yes, these ropes are tight. You watch them, Rover. If you think you can keep us here, Miss T, you got another thing coming. We'll get loose. We keep watching, aren't we, Kimosabe? I think we'd better, Tata, just to make certain. You plenty tired. Time to watch. No, we'll divide in the night, Tata. You watch for four hours and wake me then. I'll do it. That storm is on its wake, Kimosabe. Let's hope nothing goes wrong. Is the engine moving, Sage Brush? No, it's still setting next to the fire. There's a storm coming up. Forget the storm. I'll get this rope off with Dunfer. That masked hombre talked about a sheriff. Are you getting anywhere? Yeah, I'm so on through. Lucky there's a sharp storm right under my wrist. I've done it. The rope's broke. Oh, easy, Dirk. Yeah. That dog left his hide. He knows something's wrong. If I can get the rope off my wrist. He's got to take care of the dog and the engine both. Now, I'm ready. I'm time-eating on that jet. I can find a couple of stones here. That dog keeps growling. The engine's going to come for a look. It used to be pretty good at slinging rocks, Sage Brush. Of course, a rock ain't a gun, but... Come here, dog. Come here. I get you. What are you trying to do? It's your mouth. The dog's staining up, ain't he? He's a right good target. Dirk, get down there. Get down. Here comes the engine. What's wrong, dog? What's wrong, you rover? Oh, him lying down. You're going to lay down, too, engine? What? That engine ain't going to watch nothing for quite a spare. We're getting out, Dirk. Roll over so I can work on your rope. We're going up the sawtooth canyon. We're going to grab that gold dust off break. He's got a bad leg. Oh, that'll make it all the easier to rub. We're going in a hurry. Hear that thunder? The rain horses around here pretty soon. There won't be no way of trailing us. Not after that rain hits. They're gone. They hit rubber with a rock. Miss Brady, get busy. Make sure your horse doesn't blow up the storm. Tuddle. They're gone, mister. Dirk and Sage Brush cleaned their moves. Get your horse. Hurry. This rain won't wait. Oh, Tonto's head turning round. Tonto, you all right? Oh, Tonto. Tonto, all right. Something happened. You were hit by a rock. Hey, let me help you up. Let me all right. Let's help each other. You think you can ride? Where are prisoner gone? They've escaped. We've got to hit them all. Oh, then me ride. Rubens, they took their trail ahead and south. Then we've got to go after them. Once this rain starts, we'll have a hard time. We've got to go now while the horses still leave tracks. Here's the risk count. Here, Miss Brady. Are you set? Yes. Miss Rubens. Over this way. Come on, Tram. We'll find them. Come on, Tram. Get a hold of it. Get up, Scout. The rain is too heavy. Call the dog. We could find some shelter. Over this way, Miss Brady. We can get under this ledge and protect us from the storm. Better. Oh, Rovey, you must be soaked. We all are, Miss Brady. We have the chance in the world of picking up Dirk's trail. This storm has washed out Sighton's scent. There's only one place where Dirk and St. Rush could have gone. After Paul? They wanted that gold. That's all they care about. Only they hadn't got away. We can't waste time with regrets, not now. Every minute they get further ahead. We're going to save your father. We've got to give up their trail. Our only chance is to head straight for Sawtooth Canyon. That's good. And we can be ready for them when they arrive. Which way is it? I think it's that way. North? Mister, I'll tell you straight. I can't figure it. No, how? Well, it makes it up. What were them two armed race timings? Up to my horse, riding all over the landscaping. Mister, if I was at the river, I could get my bearings. But this way... The river plenty far. If I drew you a map, Miss Brady, would that help? A map? To show the river in the spot where we are now. Perhaps you could figure out where this canyon is from that. Gosh, Mister, I ain't no hand at reading maps. Well, then there's nothing to do but wait for morning. In each hour, we wait. Dirk and Sage Rush are traveling on. Getting closer to your father. Brings letting up, Dirk. Keep on traveling. You sure we're heading for the canyon? I can find it in my sleep, Sage Rush. That is my country. I know every hill and hollow in it. The rain's letting up. Yeah. Sure done me a favor while it lasted, though. That hound dog can't follow those hitting the rainstorm. He got a couple of three hours' start on him. He got more nets, Sage Rush. Huh? Yeah, you know why? On account of that girl, it's lost. Lost? Sure. I can't figure which way to head. I could tell she was lost way back when we was heading in from the river. I could see the way she kept looking around like she was trying to get her bearings. She couldn't. Well, I reckon this makes it easy first. They'd be getting into the canyon at four noon. Yes, Sage Rush, at four noon, and Brady all alone. It's going to be easy pickings. And we don't have to worry about being failed. Let's hit these horses. Come on, boy. On this site, I had been hobbling to the edge of camp, appearing and looking toward the mouth of the canyon for mighty night a week now. Sure beat saw how loomsome this year saw a toothed canyon. What? Brady! Hey, Brady! Well, I'll be. It's dirt. Where are you? Take that. Cheetah for. I get it, right? Oh, you say when light comes, you find way. I'm all mixed up. I can't be sure. Them hills and mountains all look the same. Oh, my poor paw. Listen, what's this? Quiet, Robert. Sound come from far away. Sounds like luck at my door. Yes, Miss Brady. Those are shots, rifle shots. Sound travels a long way in that. Saw a toothed canyon. It must be paw. They must be fighting paw. We're too late now. It's out of take care of the woman. We've got to get there. Miss Brady, we can't do it. Your horse isn't fast enough. You'll have to come along later with Tuttle. What do you mean? Come as fast as you can. I'll go ahead on silver. If I get there in time to hold them off, your father may be safe. If I get there too late, your father... Adios. Come on, silver. Adios, Kimosabe. We go fast. Oh, it's got to get there in time. It's got to. White Tram, go plenty fast. You will not worry. He's still putting up a fight, Dirk. We've got to do something about it, Sagebrush. Hey! Hey, Brady! Hey, no, you're shooting. You can't see us. Brady, are you going to surrender peaceable? I warn you, we'll rush in and give you what's free. He's still stubborn, Dirk. Yes, Sagebrush. All right. That finishes it. Get ready to rush him. We've got plenty of cover. It's two against one. We'll keep ducking behind the trees. All right. Live the word. And get that gold. It's putting blazes. Dirk, it's a rider coming up the canyon. Sagebrush, it's that man's tombery. He's coming like the wind. Come on. We've got to get Brady. Dirk, shoot him. You're not Dirk Cold. You don't have to hit me, mister. I give up. Drop your gun fast. Sure, sure. Ain't no use fighting again to bolt a lightning. Let me get into this, mister. My hands on them cool cats. You sure shave my hide, mister. The way you come riding in on that white horse. Let me at that Sagebrush fella. No, Brady. The fight's over. We'll just keep them right here. Huh? It's out of when your daughter are coming. They'll be here soon. We'll wait for them. And so will these two outlaws. Oh, my daughter's coming here? You mean? Yeah, mister. I can hear a rover. I can hear him giving tongue. It's my dog, Rover. And that means Mary's with him. Mister, I don't mind waiting one bit. Not one bit. Gosh, Pa, I sure was grateful when I seen you was alive. The masked man coming in time, Mary. He stopped them on praise. Oh, I look at him. Even Rover is friends with the masked man. Are you all ready to travel and ready? Yes, sir. Me and Mary is all set to go. I got the gold packed in the saddlebags. We'll head for a town where Dirk and Sagebrush can be handed over to a sheriff. Are they tied properly, Tando? Uh-huh. I'm tied, Kimusabi. Mister, I don't know how to thank you. Or if you want to share this gold we got... Keep your gold, Brady. It's yours. All I want is to keep the West clear of outlaws like those two. And that's reward enough. We're taking them to jail. And this time they won't get away. Get up, Silver. Get up, Silver. Let's go. Help, Silver! Help! The copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.