 horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hyo silver, the Lone Ranger. None of the thrilling events that mark the early frontier days of the Western United States can equal the stirring deeds of the phantom figure of the plains. You will not find his name in the written pages of history, but his relentless fight against injustice won him a secure place in the hearts of the pioneers. And their descendants have never permitted his story to be forgotten. And now, adventure lives once more. The Lone Ranger rides again. Under a silver hoofs, we heard the Lone Ranger say that there was trouble in the Indian country. In the first scene of our drama, we see the masked man and his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, beside an empty stagecoach that has been abandoned five miles away from the regular stage road, leading from the town of Redford to Fort Pearson. Tonto, I wonder if this is the stage that disappeared yesterday with a load of ammunition for the garrison at Fort Pearson. This same stage, all right. It must be the one. See, it was especially constructed to carry boxes containing shells and guns. Uh, see if White Bear's Indians must have held it up. And yet... What? Wrong. There are several strange things about it. Tonto, do you hear those shots? They'll come in that way. They weren't fired at us, however. They'll come from around the force. A white man. There, Incheon, Yonder. They're coming over that hill. Maybe them White Bear Indians. There are only three or four of them. A few shots will hold them off. I'm stuck. Yes, they've stopped on top of the rise. Come over here. He'll be safe. I'm coming in. Incheon, turn. Then go back. I don't want to attack three of us. The narrow escape. So blame now, mister. I can still feel the hot breath down my neck. You needn't worry now. Thanks to you. You needn't be afraid I'm going to ask questions about that mask you're wearing, or the engine with you, mister. You saved my life, and that's good enough for Mort Leeds. Are you Mort Leeds? That's my handle. Are you the man who drove the stage and disappeared with arms for Fort Pearson? Uh-huh. That's me again. But what happened? Did Chief White Bear attack the stage? I'd sure enjoy telling you about it, mister. Well, let's get going out of this blame-engine country first. It ain't so popular with me. You're going back to town? Sure I am. You going that far? No, but my friend and I'll ride part of the way with you. Come on, Silver. Glad to have the company. Get up now. Get up now. Get up, white fella. Was it White Bear who got the arms? Well, nobody else. Him and a bad engine. He's pysin' bad. He's raised more rumpus around this country the last four weeks, than anybody ever did for him. What's more, he got Judd blast him. Judd? The guy that rode the stage with me. Them sidewinders never give him a chance. They come hooping and hollering out of the hills and kill him before he really had a chance to draw. Then you didn't try to fight them? Fight him? Mister, you never in your born day seen such a fight. Guns are blazin' and horses screamin' and the stage turned down the road like it has shaped the pieces. Them redskins kept the air so full of bullets it was like a swarm of bees. Judd was saggin' again me as dead as all get out. Them painted engines was hangin' onto the bridles of my horses till they just up and stopped. Wait, hello. Go on, Mort. Them devils made me drive the stage off the way you seen it back there. Loaded the ammunition on the horses and then they took me back to the camp. They got up on the hills. You were fortunate to get away. Just bet I was. I thought my number was up for sure when they got me to camp but when they wasn't watchin' close I grabbed me a horse and lit out of there. If I hadn't met up with you two I reckon they'd have catch me again. Glad we came along, Mort. You say you're heading for Redwood now? Yep. There'll be a need me there. Ain't another really good stage drive around these parts and they still gotta get ammunition to the fort. Who's in charge of the soldiers at Redwood? Camp Meadows had been there with a company ever since old White Bear went local. This is as far as we go. We don't want to get too close to town. Hi, Savvy. Maskman ain't overly welcome anyplace. We may mean again. Thanks for what you've done. Get along there. Get up there, boy. Get up. Him not tell truth. No. Him not fightin' him. There wasn't a bullet hole in that stage. No. There was nothing to show that the guard had been killed as he stated. And him wear money belt. I noticed that too, Tanner. Looked as though it was filled. That's plenty of money. It is. The first place no man would have carried a heavy money belt with him on a dangerous trip through this country. That's right. And if he had carried money, Chief White Bear would have taken it away from him. Perhaps. What you think? Perhaps White Bear gave it to him. You think more color, let bad engine get guns? Tanner, White Bear would pay any amount for arms. His braids will follow him as long as he can fully set with rifles and ammunition. We're going to keep an eye on Mort Leeds, Tanner. Mort Leeds returned to Redwood, repeated his thrilling story of the unsuccessful fight with Chief White Bear's braids, and was received as a hero. He made his official report to Captain Meadows, commanding officer of the company stationed in town. Then in the early evening, he went to the office of the Army quartermaster, Eric Kramer. He was not aware, as he told his friend of his experience with a masked man, that the Lone Ranger had determined to investigate his actions. So I told the masked fellow in the engine about escaping from White Bear, and they fell for it hard. Are you sure they didn't suspect anything? Nair your thing. But you say they saw the stage. Well, they did. They knew there hadn't been a fight. Sure, it wasn't at the stage, five minutes. Five minutes would be enough, you fool. Take it easy, Eric. Well, if they did notice something was wrong. The stage had been burnt by now. Who's going to take the word of a masked outlaw, anyhow? You're probably right. Did White Bear pay you? Just take a squint at this belt. He paid up all right. And that ain't all. What do you mean? He paid up for next time, too. Next time? Look here, boy. Now, hold on a second. You and me might just well be getting the cash while it's to be got. Yes, but if we... And any blame fool knows there's got to be another load arms sent to the fort as long as the first didn't get there. That's so. But we can't do this too often. Who said anything about doing it often? I got enough good hard cash for these two times to leave us sitting pretty for a long while to come. Of course Captain Meadows is sending more arms. Sure he is. Nobody suspects you, so you'll probably drive the stage. Of course I will. But I don't understand why old White Bear paid you in advance. The old devil didn't have no choice. What? I just told him if he wanted another load, he'd pay for it. He can't take chances being seen taking cash when he holds us up. Never can tell who might be looking on. You want to divvy up the gold now? Keep it on the side. Captain Meadows may be here any minute. What's he coming here for? He's coming to tell us exactly what we want to know. What's that? When and how the next load of arms will be sent. That ain't that real nice of him. He thinks he has a plan to get the next load through without trouble from White Bear. Yeah? And he wants our help. The next thing you know, he'll be asking White Bear for help. What? That may be him now. Come in. Evening, Cap. Good evening, sir. Well, you're both here, huh? Does Morton know why I'm here, Kramer? I told him you had a plan concerning the ammunition, sir. And we can get right down to business. Sorry about what happened to the last load, Cap, but I... I don't mind that now. It wasn't your fault. I'm obliged to you for saying it. But naturally, you realize that Fort Pearson still needs arms. He'll get them there somehow. You're willing to try again? Willing? Just ask me, Cap. You had something in mind, sir? I believe I've thought of a way at last to fool White Bear. Yeah? The safest way, of course, would be to send a large escort with a stage. And leave Redwood unprotected? I can send a small guard along. You're begging your pardon, Cap, but what in blaze is good with that do? You don't figure White Bear's a skid of a handful of soldiers, do you? I intend to send a small guard with an empty stage. But what good with that? One moment. What about loading boxes with stone, putting them in a stage, sending an escort with them, and letting it be thought the stage contained arms? Maybe I don't just say, but... And then after dark, send out the real load in another stage. You mean draw White Bear off of the first stage while the second slips through? Exactly. Jump and jee-hawsef it, Cap. That's a scheme that might work. You agree, then. What do you think, Kramer? I say the same as Mort. I'd hope you would. Mort? Well, you drive the loaded stage. I said I would, didn't I? And I'll go with him, sir. Good. The fort must have those arms as soon as possible. Can you be ready tomorrow evening? Yes, sir. Very well. I told for tonight, then. I'll be turning in. Good night, Cap. We'll teach the White Bear a thing or two. You can rely on us, sir. And we'll arrange the final details in the morning. White Bear will have to know about this. I'll take care of that. Can you make it to his camp in a bag before morning? No, just watch me. Tell White Bear we leave after dark. Decide on the place to attack the stage. Well, look, Crick Bridge is the place. Ain't a handier place in the whole road. Good enough. I'll be off to the hills right now. They got the gold, and tomorrow White Bear will have the guns. And not a blame-sold or suspected thing. Captain Meadows, satisfied with the plans he had made, returned to his home on the far side of town. But he had not yet prepared for sleep when suddenly the door burst open, and the tall figure of the masked man appeared. What the... I want to speak to you, Captain Meadows. You're wearing a mask. Yes, but I'm not an outlaw. Get out of here. Wait. You're going to hear what I have to say. Why is... Very, Captain. Well, say what you have to say and get out. Do you want to lose more arms to Chief White Bear? What's that? If you do, follow the plan you made tonight. What do you know about that plan? Enough to know that it'll fail. You are an outlaw. You're working for White Bear. If I were, would I tell you that I know your plans? No. There's sense to that, all right. There'd be no reason coming here if I didn't want to help you. Talk some more. I'll listen. Captain, you've been sold out by two men you trust. Go ahead. I'm still listening. Who knew about the last shipment of arms that was held up and stolen? My quartermaster and the driver, of course. Wait. Are you hinting... No one else. No one but Judd the Guard. And Judd is dead. Go on. If White Bear gets more guns or the fort fails to receive the guns it needs, there'll be bloodshed. White Bear will plunder and kill. You won't be able to stop him. The two men I knew about your last shipment know your present plans. Are you going to take a chance with this next shipment, too? Do you expect me to surrender them on your say so? I saw the stage. It had been robbed. You heard Mort Leeds tell of a fight. But there wasn't one mark from a bullet hole in that stage. Can you prove that? No. The stage has been burned. You can only take my word for it. And you think I'll do that? No, but you can do something else. What? You can let me show you how to get more proof. And if I don't? Then the responsibility for bloodshed will be yours. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe this is some kind of a trick. Maybe I've lost all the sense I ever had. But by thunder I like the way you talk. Then you'll do as I suggest. Go on. I'm not promising a thing. But I sure want to hear what you have to say. The curtain falls on the first act of our thrilling Lone Ranger drama. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Leeds reported that Chief White Bear had held up his stage and taken the load of arms it contained and the Lone Ranger suspected his story and found his suspicions correct. He overheard a plot between Mort and the Army Quartermaster, Eric Kramer, to permit a second load of ammunition to fall into the hands of the Indians. The next evening, a crowd of curious onlookers gathered about the stage which Mort, accompanied by Kramer, was going to drive. There's the stage, Mort's driver. No loader down, ain't she? Must be a needin' plenty food at the port. I reckon they can make it. Wouldn't be in Mort's shoes for a heat. Now, were the Indians the way they are? Well, Cap, the last box is in, and I reckon we're all set. Oh, loaded you say, Mort. Loaded and ran to go. And the heft of those boxes work hand-enough stuff to wipe out White Bear and all these red-skinned relations. Careful, Mort. I hold every one of those boxes contain only food. Hi, Savvy. Expect any trouble? Judge Cap, that's somethin' nobody can tell. But I ain't lookin' for none. No worries, sir. We'll get through if anybody can. Well, that's the spirit. Now, then, I think you'd better be on your way. Yes, sir. The first stage has had a three-hour start. The darkness to help you, you should have a successful trip. Sure we will, Cap. Come on, Eric. Don't trip before it's done up. Wish us luck, Captain. Good luck, boys. All right, Mort. Let's go. Get up there! Oh, honey! I've heard he's got a little fork, you know. Here you will, but you cannot smile me on that deal. Captain. I gotta take my time. And then, ready to start? No! Aren't you taking chances wearing that mask in town? It won't be noticed in the shadow of this building. Are your men ready, Captain? They are. We'd better let the stage get further along. We have a long trip ahead of us. Better if you go. No. Is this the Indian you mentioned? That was my friend. And lucky for him he is. Indians aren't very well-liked in this part of the country right now. Tell your men to get to the horses. I'm just waiting for a command. We surely can't just follow the stage. We'll ride out of town, awaken the road, then cut back through the hills. In that case, there's no time to waste. Orderly. Yes, sir. Call them in together. Let them mount and be ready for action. Hurry. At once, sir. We'll have to ride fast, but we can make it. Here, Silver. We'll be ready to ride on your signal. Here we go, sir. Tell them this ride, I mean the lives of hundreds of people who live in this territory. Isn't that right? If we fail, Chief White Bear will be on the warpath for months to come. Come on, Silver! During the lead on his great horse, Silver, the cavalry swept out of town. They left the road heading across the open plain in a swiftly moving compact group. But swiftest of all was the masked man's white horse whose boots thundered against the earth. Come on, Silver! When the town was far behind them, the lone ranger suddenly swung about and pointed the band toward the hills. Beyond was the road that led to the fort, and somewhere on that road was the Willow Creek Bridge, where White Bear's braves awaited the approaching stagecoach. But still Silver's ghostly white shape faced the cavalry with the smooth speed of an arrow. The troopers' mounts were weary and spent when at last the masked man brought them to a hill to overlook the winding road below. But there he reigned Silver to a halt. Go, Silver! Go, Silver! You get him here in time? We'll know when we're near the bridge. Where? Where bridge? Another half mile. We'll stop here and approach quietly. I've never been on such a ride. I've never seen a horse equal that one of yours. Nor have I. You didn't look to me as though you gave that horse his head at any time. Silver's good for many more miles. Well, what now? You're going ahead with Todd and me. Leave the soldiers here? Yes. We don't know where the Indians are waiting. They'd hear us at the entire troop advance. You're right. The three of us will be able to get close enough to the bridge for our purpose. What if my men are needed? We'll have time to send for them. But it's important that we be on hand when the stage is held up. I said last night you were in charge, and I'm sticking to my bargain. Good. Now I'll give you men their orders. While the lone ranger with Captain Meadows and Todd Oak carefully approached the Willow Creek Bridge, the stage was thundering toward the same point. Morton Cramer, confident that all would go well, were discussing their scheme. Does White Bear know just what to do, Mort? Sure does. He'll be waiting for us all right. Get along there! Get along there! Mort, I have to hand it to you. Yeah? No one, not even Captain Meadows, suspects a thing. Wouldn't have sent us with the stage if they had. And even if they did just make something, even if they saw White Bear hold us up, they still couldn't prove we'd sold those guns. Of course they couldn't. What's there to prove? White Bear holds us up. He takes the guns. But there ain't no cash change in hand that anybody can see. Right. Get along there! Isn't that the bridge on ahead? That's all right now. How will the Chief work this? The way they got it fixed, he'll be down in that bare hollow just this side of the creek. Yes? Just before we get there, he and his brains will ride out firing their shootin' nines just like the mean business. Sounds dangerous. Don't you worry, none. Them painted devils know how to handle themselves. Their shootin' nines will be aiming straight up. And then? Well, Sharks, we can't fight off a whole parcel of Redskins, can we? Who can blame us for pulling up the horses? Get along there! Haven't seen a sign of them yet. They paid for this stuff. They'll be showin' us. But we're playin' it safe. Yes! You stop! We havin' a transport to pull up the horses! Stop the horses, Mort! Stop before we get killed! Don't get them down from stage. Yeah, I'll blast ya! If the troops were here, you wouldn't do it. Get them down! We ain't got no choice. Oh, you's risking our lives over arms. We can't save. Ah, you stand over there. Don't watch her tell us, ain't we? Car name in a talo sini. Volcaio. Oh, harmonicaio sen. What kind of blame-poop elaborate is that? Me tell brave, take box from stage. You aren't gonna get away with this. You not make trouble, white bear let you live. Well, Eric, there's nothing we could do. You made it look real enough to fool anyone more. Anybody snoopin' around would sure think it was a real thing. And that's a plan. What matters? Stay here. White bear, find out what matters. Now what intonation of them redskins gavin' about? Looks to me like one of those boxes of guns broke open. Yeah, two doggone excited. I don't particularly like the looks of this. They look sore about something. Pale face, come here. He mean us? I reckon he does. Come along. Might as well find out what this is all about. Pale face falls to great chief white bear. Pale face, speak with lying tongue. Huh? You look! What? Take a look at that box it broke. There ain't a gun in it. It was filled to the top with rocks. Pale face dogs try fool white bear. Pale face dies. But chief, now look, listen here. Of course happens. White bear pay much gold for guns. But guns not here. We didn't have no idea the guns wasn't there. It's a mistake. Listen, you'll get your gold back. White bear rich chief. White bear have plenty gold. But me kill pale face with lying tongue. Don't! Don't do it! We'll get more guns for you. Too late now. Guard two. Mokatih! Tell that pain if that was to get away from here. Why aren't they going to kill us? It's the soldiers. They're up in the hills. They law put up. We guard them. You paid fire. Their charge took the brave completely by surprise. Time after time, rallying his discourage. The superior training of the soldiers was not to be denied. Ended length. They compelled the Indians complete surrender. Fighting over, Captain Meadows and the Lone Ranger advanced upon the frightened figures of Mort Leeds and Eric Cramer. There they are. Two traitors to their own people. You're satisfied with the proof you have with our guilt? If a military court doesn't find it sufficient to sentence them to death, I'll resign my commission. Captain, Captain Engins held this up. They found out about the shipment. There wasn't a blame thing we could do. We had to give them to them, Captain. Quiet. Both of you are finished. You mean that? I mean that lies won't help you now. What, Captain? I tell you... The mask man told me that you had sold out to White Bear. You can't prove. You can't prove a thing. But I can. You convicted yourselves when the Indians found those boxes didn't contain guns. But listen, Captain... You were convicted in the only possible way. It ain't so, I tell you. We only did... You had no other way to prove your guilt. You hid the gold White Bear paid you. The stage it was taken before was burned. There being no evidence to disprove your lying story, Mort. But I tell you... I would put one way to show you up in your true colors. And that was to trick you into confessing before witnesses. It was the mask man's idea. He suggested the plan and I followed his instructions. I'll bet that's the same mask fellow I met before. And when he met you, he saw enough to convince him that you were a traitor. If I ever get my hands on him... You won't. Both of you will be tried for treason. And you, Mort, will be tried for a judge's murder as well. There's just one thing I can thank you for. What's that? Your scheme brought the Indians here and let the other stage with the guns get through to the fort. In fact, your plan helped act as the mask man. It is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.