 a fiery horse with a speed of light, the cloud of dust, and a hearty hyo silver, the lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the masked rider of the planes fought crime and criminals throughout the early western United States. Neither the local sheriff nor the government troops could enforce law and order in the vast stretches of open country where outlaw bands roamed at will. The traveler, the stagecoach, or the wagon train which was attacked far from any settlement, had only one hope that in the distance the cry of hyo silver might be heard and that the mysterious rider would appear in time to save them from death. Return with us now to those thrilling days when the west was young and adventure lay at the end of every trail. The lone ranger rides again. Hank Baxter and his three sons, Greg the eldest, Phil and Ray were making their way through the mountains after a successful season of trapping. Their pack horses burdened high with the pelts of beavers slowed their progress and they impatiently urged them forward with, keep them horses moving boys. Get along there you critters. Keep it going. You can't get no more speed up than what we are, Pa. Just don't let them lag behind, Greg. Phil, watch that old blackie don't go to strand again. All right, Pa. How long you figure it's going to take us to reach town? Close to a week, won't it? Well, about that. It'll take a couple more days anyhow before we get to pass. We'll be over the worst of it then. We'll still have quite a stretch ahead of us. Ain't worried are you, Pa? Can't say is how I'm feeling any too easy in my mind. On account of Chris? Well, I just assumed he never found out about the luck we had. Oh, I don't know. Maybe his snooping around didn't mean nothing though. I wouldn't trust Chris as far as I could toss a saddle. Pa, I can't see why you let him stay partners with you as long as you did. You know, blame well last season wasn't the first he stole first from you. I suppose not. But it was the first to found out about it. His being friends with Reno should have made you suspicion him a long time ago. Sharks, Greg. As many an honest man as acted friendly toward Reno. Only because they had to. Reno's got everybody so scared of him and that gang of his are afraid to cross him. Even the law don't go out of the way to meet up with him. But that's a heap different from the way Chris acted. He was always hunting Reno out. He acted as though he was proud to be friendly with that sidewinder. Yeah. And it looks blame funny to me that Chris is in the mountains just when it's known Reno's gang is somewhere around. Say, Phil, do you really figure Chris would tell Reno about these pelts we got? They're worth a heap of cash, ain't they, Ray? Yeah. And I never heard that Reno was particular about what he stole. If Reno's around and Chris knows where he is, then Reno knows we got these pelts. Golly. That'll be enough, boys. There ain't no use going out of the way to borrow trouble. Just keep your mind on getting these furs over the trail and forget about Reno and Chris. When we make camp. Not till we get to the flats. So hurry along if you're hanker to get there for dark. Sure. Hey, what was that? Oh, hold there. More tailing here. Whoa, whoa. Hold that, boy. What'd you pull up for, Greg? I thought I heard a horse whinny over to the left of ways. Well, maybe I didn't, though. No, I never heard nothing. Getting nervous, Greg? Thinking Reno made you scary? I was almost sure. Well, I guess I was imagining it, Pa. Come on. Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up. He was imagining things, all right, Greg. What would a horse be doing to top that hill? Nothing, I reckon. Forget about it. Come on, boy. Keep moving. Get along. Pa, do you figure I'm taking us along next season? Why not? I never had as much luck to trap on a Ford, did I? Only wish I'd have thought of it sooner. Well, then, for Pa, I saw something moving up on the hill this time. It looked like, oh, my arm. Oh, Greg, oh, you hurt bad, son. Get the boat. Just graze me, Pa. Come on, let's get for color. There ain't no cover but them rocks over there. Then head for the rocks. Heard the pack horses along. Get up there. Get up there. Get up. That sounds like Reno himself. Don't pay no attention till we reach the rocks. It's Reno, sure enough. I'll talk to him. Here we are. Pull up. Ray, take the horses back ways. Get him out of gunshot. Go on, hurry. The rest of you bring Phil down behind these rocks here. Mighty poor cover. Well, we got to make the best of it. Is that you, Reno? Go ahead. I'm listening. Look who's standing beside him. Chris. Funny, the sneak's got the nerve to show his face. He's got a reason. Yeah? He figures we ain't going to get away alive to tell the law about it. But that means they'll kill us even if we do hand over the furs. Of course it does. You didn't think Reno would give us a real choice, did you? Reno! Well, you made up your mind? We have. Yeah, right on down a trail where they can pick us off with their rifles. You made the wrong guess, Reno. You made your fightin'? You bet we are. Maybe we ain't. But we got the furs. We walked the whole winter to get them by heavens. We're keeping them. That's our answer and it's final. It was 24 hours later that the Lone Ranger and his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, riding their great horses through the mountains, were attracted by the sound of distant firing. Do you hear that, fellow? Uh huh. Me here. Who's over who? Oh, my God. Oh, Scott, listen. Them not firing now. Wait. There it is again. Uh huh. Them come from that way. Those shots might have been fired by hunters. Uh huh. There shouldn't be any other reason for firing back here in the mountains. You ride on? Aye. No, we're going to investigate in that gourd. It's likely nothing, but I don't want to ride on without making sure. Come. Get them up, scouts. Kill them, Silver. Uncle, think them fire from hill. We'll soon know. And for that rise, subtle. Get them up, scouts. We'll be able to see what's going on from there. Come on, old fellow. Them not hunters. I doubt that they are now. No shots of being fired at something or someone who's staying in one spot. If game was a target, it would have been killed or frightened away long ago. That's right. Into these trees, Kimosabi. This is far enough. Oh, Silver. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, scouts. Oh, save us. Oh. Look, Shadow. Oh. There's a band of men on that hill. They're firing toward those rocks below. Do you see them? Oh, me see. And they're fellers down there. Touching behind the rocks. One of the men looks as though he's been hit. Oh, them in bad place. They are. Those on the hill can fire down on them. And they can't leave the rocks without being in a worse position. That's right. There's too much open ground for them to cover before they reach a place that had better protection. They made a break for it. That gang on the hill could ride down on them and wipe them out. Them trappers. They are. You see pack horse? I didn't notice them at first. We got the horses back out of range. Shadow, they've got a fortune in furs there. They prefer bring plenty cash. That must explain the attack. Wonder if that gang on the hill isn't Reno Ryan's. Him near here? Me find him track. The trappers can't expect mercy from Reno. He's the worst killer in this district. And if it is Reno, he'll have at least a dozen men with him. He never attacks unless the odds are on his side. Him powered. They've stopped firing. I can't see a place that trappers could get to where they can make a stand. And a royal beyond them. No. That's not good, no. The royal circles around and comes right back to the hill where the gang is. The trappers would be worse off in the royal than behind those rocks. The gang could enter the gulfs at this end and ride the trappers down as easily as if they'd taken to open country. Alcala, get them. All right. We could only ride for the law. That would take days before help could arrive. They're fort, not fire. There is a fort between here and town. We right there? Wait, I've got an idea. Tell them, how long would it take you to ride to the fort and back? Me ride fast. Maybe two, three days. The trappers could never hold out that long. Unless my plan worked. You'll not go to fort? I'm staying here, Kimosabe. I'm going to join those trappers. Maybe you get killed. I'd have to ride through that gang's lines. But I think I could make it if I took them by surprise. No, you'll not do that. I've got to, Tato. It's the only way the lives of those men can be saved. You must start at once. Get to the fort as fast as you can. Tell Colonel Lowry the situation. Make him bring troopers. How to do that? Tell him if he can reach us within three days, I'll find a way for the trappers to hold out that long. But he must get here with all possible speed. Now go. Get him up, Scout. Get him up. Silver, old fellow, we've got to face real danger. Danger not only from Reno, but from the trappers. Those outlaws will try to kill us when we ride through their camp. The trappers won't be able to know we're riding to help them. They'll fire at us too. But we'll make it, Silver. Get ready. As soon as the gang starts firing again to cover the sound of our approach, we're riding. In the meantime, on the hill where the outlaws were encamped, Reno Ryan and the Hank Baxter's former partner, Chris Nugent, were well satisfied with the way things were going. Well, Hank and them kids, he is stay behind those rocks down there, Reno. We'll get him in time. One of them's accounted for already. It was Greg got hit. But I don't think he's dead. If he ain't, he's hit bad enough to be out of the fight. Can't be done for, though. Well, this ain't Hank giving him a drink from a canteen. Well, it's just a matter of time till they'll all be done for. They can't run for it because we'd ride them down. That's one reason I always mount my men on the best horse fleshes to be head. Yeah. If they hang on where they are, they'll either get picked off one by one or run out of grub and water. If we rush them, we could clean them out right off. What's the sense in it? We got plenty of time, ain't we? They might get help. Yeah. Where from and how? Don't nobody come this way but a hunter or a trevour once in a while. The law of the soldiers wouldn't show up unless they were sent for. And how's Hank to get word of the fort of the town? Shucks, we'll keep on the way we're doing. Throw lead at them when they show themselves and take it easy when they don't. We can't get hit. So why go looking for trouble? Man, Rick and you are right. See, take a look down there now. Hank and Phil, see them? Edge in over to the right towards where Greg's laying. Yeah. They'll have to cross that clear space to reach them. Mike. Yeah? Hank and Phil are moving over to the right again. Just as soon as they get all the way from behind them rocks, tell the boys to let loose. Right. Watch them, Phil. They'll move mighty fast when they do get me open. And bullets move faster. Maybe we'll get another this time, eh? They're still crawling. Hoping we don't see them. Well, in just about two seconds, they'll find out different. All right, boys, start throwing lead. Give it to them, fellas. Give it to them. Take them off. Build them last digits. Drill them. They've already reached cover again. Keep on firing. Don't stop now. Make it hard for them. What the? Of course not. Where did that fella come from? He's mad. He's trying to break through our lines. He's trying to get to Hank. Shoot him down. Stop him. Wait. Over here. Head him off. Come on, fellas. Blast him out of his shadow. The curtain falls on the first act of our thrilling trial. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue our story. The Lone Ranger was discovered in a daring attempt to break through the lines of the outlaws led by Reno Ryan and reach the trappers beyond. Reno himself gave the command to shoot the Lone Ranger down. But the mighty silver thundered on while the outlaws startled by the masked rider's sudden appearance and given no time and wished to steady their aim fired wildly after him. Down the hill, fun silver erred dawn by his master. Toward the rocks that concealed the trappers a great horse race. And all the time as they swept forward, the Lone Ranger knew they were escaping one danger only to meet another. Come on, silver. Toward the rocks, boy. And those trappers firing us. But we can't let them stop us, silver. Come on. Don't fire. Come on. Come on, silver. Come on. Come on. Now get on with this, silver. Join those horses. Get out of gunshot. Go on, boy. I said I came to help you and I'm in it. But that mask. You're a crook. What are you doing on this side? Why ain't you with Reno? I'm not a crook. But what are you doing here? Never mind. Questions now. There's more important things to do. Stranger, it don't matter to me whether you're an outlaw or not. No? No, sir. Rhea don't. Even supposing you are one. It's a sin she ain't for Reno and his gang of honorary low down coyotes so you wouldn't be here. I hope someday to see Reno turned over to the law. Well, crook enough. If he ain't with Reno, you must have had a ride through his camp to get here. And that'll take the heap of doing. That, mister, would take gumption. It was the only way here. Paul, I'll bet that's what all the shooting was for. I wondered why, if they were shooting at us, we never heard no bullets. Well, I tried the best to stop me, but Silver got me through safely. Just a second. There was something more I had to say. Yes? What I mean is this. It took gumption to get here and it took real riding to break through them crooks up on the hill. But that's just what makes it a blast to change. What's that? Stranger, now that you're here, what good is it gonna do? There's so many with Reno that one more on our side ain't gonna help the odds any. We'll still get a sooner or later. And that means you'll have to die just the same as the rest of us. How are your supplies? Shucks, we got grub enough for a week. But we ain't got water to last that long. How long will it last? Oh, I don't know. Maybe another day or so. We'll have a little with me as much as a canteen will hold. That'll more than do for me. But what you have and what I've brought will have to last at least three days. Three days? Until help can arrive. I've sent Tonto to the Fort for soldiers. Let me arrive in less than three days, but we can't plan on it. Tonto? Who's Tonto? An Indian friend of mine. You can depend on him. But look here, stranger. Supposing we can't make the water last three days. That won't do no good. The water might last, but we won't. Phil's right, mister. Look at these rocks we've been hiding behind. What kind of cover do you call them? Why, in three days, Reno's sidewiners will have a shot to bits. They will if we stay here. And there be a no-choice, we will. But we won't. Paul, the stranger's thinking about the Arroyo. Mister, that ain't no use to us at all. It just winds around to the hill. Well, we get in there, and Reno can come right in right after us. I was thinking of the Arroyo, but not in the way you mean. No, then what? Listen to me. I have a plan that'll take courage, but I know it'll work. I don't savvy what you're getting at, mister. And I'll tell you what you will have to do, and you can decide for yourself. They paid it into dusk. Dusk became night, and with nightfall the outlaws ceased firing. They posted sentinels to give warning in case the trappers tried to escape under cover of darkness. What were unaware that the masked man was even then directing the first steps in his dangerous plan. Well, do each one of you know what to do? Trust us, mister. We got it straight. And the boys here, well, even if I do say it myself, they ain't the kind that gets rattled. Good. It's just one thing. Yes? Greg, there, he's pretty bad wounded. How are we going to handle him? I'll put him on silver. That'll be best for him. I've had to look at his wound. I don't think the riot will seriously harm him. Poor Greg. I'd give anything to see him where a doctor could look after him the way he needs. And even if we do get free clay to run, that ride clear to town's level of wound... He won't need to reach town before he'll get help. Towner can do as much for him as almost any doctor. I sure hope so. It comes right with the horses now. Clive. I can't let Rena hear us till we're ready. Yeah. I'm just sort of praying that everything works out all right. It will, Hank. Ray. Here's the horses, friend. You got all of them? Every last one. Saddle horses, pack horses, and this here white horse for yours. Then hurry. Help me put Greg over the saddle and then we'll be ready to hunt. In contrast to the desperate tension of the trappers, the outlaws enjoyed a jovial evening. Before those not chosen to act as sentinels prepared to turn in, to them, secure in their position on the hill, the siege seemed less a grim contest for survival than a game until... Hold on. I just now seen something going on where the trappers are at. Yes, I did. They must be planning on making a break for it. Yeah? I just seen them bring up the horses. Well, what's funny about that, Reno? You want them to get away? Of course it's funny. Don't you see it? They likely figure we ain't keeping close watch. They likely got a notion that they can get a good start. They'll have a chance. Well, that's just what I hoped they'd figure. Let them right away. We'll get them out in the open and bless the daylights out of them. Come on. I aim to have a look down there. Sure. Come on, fellas. They wouldn't be just moving back to the Arroyo, would they? It might be. Are you a local pike? Of course. They wouldn't go any farther than the Arroyo. Why would they bring the horses up? Horses are almost to the gulch. You think they'd get them just to ride a quarter of a mile or so? Draw extra attention to doing it? Yeah. I suppose not. There they are. Can't make them out very good. They appear to be mighty busy. What? How about giving them a few shots? No. Shucks. Shoot the first man to pull a trigger without my giving the order first. Why can't we shoot them? We know. They're standing up. They need behind cover now. But at the sound of the first shot, they would be. Even so, we might... This far away in this light, you can't even see good enough to aim. If we only got one, that'd help. Keep them where they are, which is just what we don't want. Let them ride off. Let them get in the open. Yeah. And then when they've got too far away to turn and get back to them rocks before we can reach them, well then we'll start riding. And we'll finish up this job. Look. They're getting in their saddles. They're about ready to go, boss. Do it. We'll wait until they get past the ghost before we take after them. They're off. Look at them travel. Well, they'll be out of sight before you know it. But not out of reach, fellas. Come on. Get back to the horses. We'll give them five minutes to start so they can't come back. Then we clean them out and help ourselves to our fortune and furs. With the lone ranger who held the wounded Greg across the saddle, Hank Baxter and his sons rode as swiftly as they could, leading the pack horses away from the hill and toward the arroyo. Come on, old fellow. Get up, mister. Almost. I'll tell you when to rain up. Hurry, old fellow. We need as big a lead as we can get. There she is, stranger. Right ahead of you. Don't go breaking your neck. There she is. Pull up now. Oh, so good. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Great. Lead the horses down into the arroyo. Hurry before Reno can see what we're doing. Oh, I see. Careful, sir. Easy, boy. Are you all right, Greg? No, my knee, mister. I can stand it. We're almost to the bottom. Come on, old fellow. Here we are. Do you reckon Reno could have hurt us? It doesn't matter if he did. We'd have to lead the horses across the gouse even if we were really trying to run for it. I don't hear their horses yet. Listen. I hear them. They're following us now. That's exactly what we wanted. They're too far away to tell whether our horses have riders or not. You're right. But they won't be in a minute. Then send your saddle horses up the other side of the arroyo. Make them keep going. We'll keep silver in the pack horses with us. And while they're following the saddle horses, we'll be following the arroyo. Now, get going. Yeah. Get up there, fella. Come on. Get out on the level and make crash. When the outlaws arrived at the arroyo, they did not hesitate. The head of them on the arroyo's far side, they heard the sound of pounding hoops and they urged their own horse to goach in pursuit. Can you see them yet, Reno? Nope. But I can hear them. And we're gaining fast. Get along there, boy. Come on, get along. It seems funny, though. What seems funny? But it won't sound to me like there's as many horses ahead of us as it was before. What do you think? It don't for a fact. Maybe they split up. They might have gone different ways to make it harder to catch them. If they'd done that, it won't take long to show them the mistake they made. Come on, get up there. Get up. Get along there. Seems like we're gaining on them too playing fast. Hey, see something? Those horses. The saddles are empty. Nobody's riding them. What the? Boss, pike's right. That's why we was gaining on them so fast. And the pack horses ain't along. That's why we didn't hear as many horses as we should have. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Pull up. Desperate men on the hill made ready for a last stand. A distant bugle pierced the early morning air, a signal that Helps had arrived at last. But Reno Rine rode on and up the hillside, holding his gunfire until the last moment. At the head of his outlaw gang, he heard nothing, but the beat of the hoops had carried him. Saw nothing but his gold just ahead of the summit until... Reno, boss, look, troops! Troops are swarming around the hillside. We're trapped! Where's them troops? Who brought them? I don't know, boss. Reno, we gotta give up! The troops are too close! They'll get every man of us! From both sides, circling around the base of the hill, rode Colonel Lowry's mounted troops. Beside the Colonel was Tonto, Tonto who had brought this help to the besieged trappers. When Reno and his men saw the troops, all bravado was gone, and a cry for mercy rose from the throat of the outlaw leaders. Don't shoot no more! Hold your fire! We give up! Don't shoot us down! Don't shoot us down! Ho, ho, ho! Ho, ho, ho! Ho, ho, ho! Ho, ho, ho! Man, you and your men keep your hands high and drop your guns. Man, keep firing! Captain Maxwell will take charge of the outlaws. Colonel Lowry, we'll leave these men with you. Your troops have just saved lives and a valuable supply of furs. There's a trapper up in the hill top who needs medical attention. Come on, Tonto. You've just finished a splendid job, Kimosabe. Colonel, this mask fell in his engine part. They done more for us than you know. I think I do know. But where's the wounded man? I'll have him taken care of at once. Well, it's my son. He's resting the might easier now, I'll read you. He's up there with his brothers, but... No, gone up there goes the masked man riding off with the engine. I wanted to thank him. Mr. That Man doesn't expect thanks. He's the Lone Ranger. You have just heard as a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.