 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty hi-yo silver! The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful Mask Rider of the Plains led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. 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! Let's go people! I am Silver! He's in northern Texas with the Lone Ranger fighting on the side of the law against the notorious Red River Gang. The gang was smashed and all but three of the outlaws captured. The leader Baldi Burley and two of his henchmen escaped. After the trial and conviction of the prisoners, three men met in the big ranch house on the bar M spread. The owner, a white haired man known as Pop Madison, wore a grim expression as he talked to two of his foremen. Boys, as far as the Red River Gang is concerned with room. What are your plans from now on Baldi? What you call me Jake? I meant to say Mr. Madison. Well don't make another slip like that. You and Steve have got to forget you ever heard of Baldi Burley. It was just a mistake. Mistakes can be mighty courtly. Like the one that tipped off the Lone Ranger where to ambush the boys. Well you can't blame me for that. I'm not. I'm just saying that I'll not tolerate any more mistakes. Remember that Jake. I'm not the only one. What's that you said? You made a couple of mistakes yourself, boss. For instance, the time you walked out of the house without your wheels. I did that just once. That would have been once too often. If one of the other men around the ranch happened to see you. Paul, what's you arguing? We'll be careful from now on, boss. You'd better be. Just remember if the law gets to me, you'll both be exposed as the go-betweens. If I hang, you'll hang with me. Yeah, we know that, boss. What are we gonna do now that the gang's broken up? Sit tight. Now go on running the ranch. You boys go on his foreman. We're large, you're gonna start a new gang. Not right away. Do you mean that Steve and I are to work for the pay of foremen? That won't hurt you. You each got a cut of all the jobs we did. You've got money put aside. That's for past work. I'm talking about the future. Yeah, maybe I'll start up a new gang someday. Someday? We'll have to go on our own unless we can make some real money. All right. I'll give you two a chance to earn real money. No. Square things for the boys were slated to hang. What do you mean? Get the Lone Ranger in total. Oh, so that's it. You mean kill him? Yeah. For how much? A thousand dollars for Tato and five thousand for the Lone Ranger. If you do it right. Do it right. What do you mean by that? All right, I'll tell you. If the Lone Ranger is murdered, there'll be a hullabaloo that will be heard from here to both coasts. Every law dog in the country will be hunting the killers. There'll be sheriffs, marshals, federal men and bloodhounds. No matter how careful you are, you might leave a clue or track that could be run down. So I don't want it to look like a murder. You're asking us to take a mighty big risk for a measly five thousand dollars? There'll be no risk at all if the Lone Ranger's death looks like an accident. That makes sense. How do we make it look like an accident, boss? I haven't decided. I'd like to think it over. First of all, you've got to locate the Lone Ranger. If you find him, let me know. By that time, I'll have the details of a plan worked out. During the months that followed, the Lone Ranger and Tonto traveled many miles, but learned nothing that would lead them to the hideout of the leader of the Red River Gang. Finally, they returned to Northern Texas and camped in a woods. Tonto rode into the nearby town of Tabotsville for supplies. And as he tied his horse in front of the store, he hadn't the slightest suspicion that Baldy Burley's two henchmen sat in a café across the street. Steve, do you know how long the boss figures on staying in town? Well, he didn't say. But I'll expect he'll be ready to go back to the ranch as soon as he's finished his business in the bank. He'll meet us here in the cafe. Has he said anything to you about organizing a new gang? No. I wish he'd get going. I'm fed up working for ranch wages. Oh, my. I told him so. What'd he say? Oh, not much. He gave me that coal-eyed look of his and told me to find the Lone Ranger if I wanted some easy money. I'll find the Lone Ranger. It'd be easier to find a flying buffalo or a talking horse. If I don't get some big money sewn out, Boss just came in. He looks excited about something. Hey, Jake. Steve, here's the chair, Boss. I have news for you too. Look through the front window. All I see is a street, same as usual. Do you see the paint horse in front of the store across the street? Yeah, what about it? The owner of that horse is in the store. He's an Indian named Tonto. You mean the Lone Ranger's pal? The same. Are you sure, Boss? I ought to know. I've seen him plenty of times. Then the masked man must be nearby. I bet we can find him by following Tonto. Then what'll you do? Shoot it out with him? We'd capture him. You two wouldn't have a chance of capturing him. If you shot it out and got him, you'd have a murder manhunt started. That's the thing we've got to avoid. As I told you before, the death of the Lone Ranger and Tonto must look like accidents. You told us you had a plan worked out. I have. Let's hear it. Follow Tonto openly when he leaves town like you're going the same direction. When you're sure no one is nearby, close in and capture him. Take him to that old abandoned shack at the foot of Gray Mountain. It's a mighty, dazzling place. A landslide would probably crush the cabin and kill anyone who happened to be sleeping there. There was a landslide on Gray Mountain a couple of years ago. That's why no one's used the cabin since the old prospector who billed it moved away. The slide you referred to just missed the cabin. I'm sure you men could start a slide they would not miss. Nice savvy. And if the Lone Ranger and Tonto happened to be in the cabin, well, who'd know that they were killed by a rock before the landslide? No one. Hey, that's a slick plan. Yeah. Just one question, boss. There'd be no problem getting Tonto there. We'd tell you, what about the Lone Ranger? He'll go there with his own accord. Here's how you'll work it. A short time later, Tonto left town with his saddlebags bulging. He had ridden less than a mile on his way back to the Lone Ranger's camp when he heard horses overtaking him. He looked back and saw two men, one of whom raised a hand and shouted, Hey! More scout, more fellow. Tonto saw no reason to be suspicious of the strangers. Haunting his horse, he waited as Jake and Steve approached and drew rain, one on each side of scout. Oh, oh, oh, oh. You say me forget something? That's what I said. Is your name Tondo? Matt Ryan. And we got business with you. Heist your heads. What does this mean? This holdup? It's no holdup. Clubbed on the back of the head by Steve's gun barrel, Tonto lost consciousness and fell to the ground. Steady. Hey, keep him covered, Jake. Well, I'll make sure I knocked him out. Better take his gun. Right. Yeah, he's out cold. Steady, boy. After the crack you gave him to wonder he's alive. Hand me that rope by the time. Then we'll heist my board his horse and get going to the shack at Grey Mountain. Tondo, this is gonna be your last ride. Too bad you're not awake to appreciate it. In his woodland camp, the Lone Ranger became increasingly uneasy as the afternoon waned and Tonto did not return. He waited until nearly sunset, then saddled his horse with the intention of going in search of his Indian friend. Yeah. He was about to mount the great horse, Silver, when he heard approaching hoof beats. Silver, that may be Tonto now. Sounds like Scout. Wonder why he's winning like this. Easy, Scout. Easy. Scout, where's Tonto? Scout pawed the ground and whinnied as if trying to tell the mask man that Tonto was in danger. I understand, Scout. So, over now, follow your back trail. Easy, big fella. Come on, Scout. Come on, Silver! We'll continue our Lone Ranger adventure in just a moment. Now to continue. While twilight deepened into darkness and a half moon rose above the horizon, Scout maintained a steady pace in a direction away from town and tore a range of mountains and the mask man followed on Silver. Come on, Silver! Meanwhile, Tonto lay bound and gagged inside the shack near the base of Grey Mountain. Some distance in front of the flimsy building, Jake and Steve sat on the ground, close to a thick stand of brushwood, waiting for the Lone Ranger to ride into the death trap. After a long period of silence, Jake said, Steve, it's been a long time since we turned that paint horse loose. Yeah, what about it? I'm wondering if Baldi had things figured wrong. You mean when he said the Indians' horse would go to the Lone Ranger and the Lone Ranger would follow it back here? Yeah. Well, the paint horse left here like he knew where he was going. Yeah, just the same. Hey, Jake, I hear Hoof Beach. So do I. Maybe if I decide to look past the brush and see who's coming. Be careful. Don't show yourself. Hey, Jake, I think it's a paint horse. There's another horse behind it with a man riding. That must be the Lone Ranger. There's no reason for anyone else to come here. It's a man mass. I can't tell yet. These horse seems to be white. Now I can see the paint horse. That man is masked. Get your head back. Don't let him see it. Yeah, move over, Jake. He's around the far side of this brushwood. So as we'll keep it between us and that umbra. Right. Keep moving. Be quiet when the masked man rides past. Got your gun ready? Yeah. Hey, he's this money in front of the shake. Let's go get him. There we go. You stay here and cover him. I said it. Get your hands up, Mr. You're all right. I said, heist your hands. Don't try any fast moves. Because I'm not the only one who's holding a gun on you. My hands are up. Now lower one hand real slow. And unbuckle your gun belt and let it drop. If you think because of this mass. I know who you are. Lone Ranger. Oh. And who are you? I want you to know what I tell you. Do as I said. Drop the gun belt. Very well. I'll keep both hands high and move back. Stepping backward from the gun belt, he had dropped to the ground. The Lone Ranger brushed the side of his horse and noticed that Silver was tense. Eager to spring into action at a given word. That's fine. Stand still. Come on, Jake. Well, your partner's name is Jake, huh? Well, so this is the famous Lone Ranger, huh? He doesn't look so dangerous with his guns on the ground and his hands in the air. Is Tyler inside that shack? Yeah, he's there. And you're going to join him. Now turn around. Face the other way and put your hands behind your back. Just one minute. The Lone Ranger knew he had no hope of overpowering the two gunmen unless he could divert their attention momentarily. And he knew he'd have to act at once. He looked past them in the direction of the shack. Then smiled slowly, confidently. What are you looking at? You said Tyler was inside the shack. He is. Adam Silverhead! As both men involuntarily turned their heads, Silver lunged against Jake and knocked him off balance. The Lone Ranger leaped forward. He struck Steve's wrist a chopping blow with the side of his hand. Steve dropped his gun, then a fist crashed to his jaw. It was a knockout blow. Meanwhile, Jake dodging to avoid Silver's lashing hoose brought his gun to bear on the stallion. But another gun spoke first. It was the gun that Steve had dropped. The Lone Ranger held it. You're through. You broke my arm? Use your toe or I'll break your other arm. Now wait, listen, mister. Not ready to listen. Lie down on the ground beside your pal. You killed him. No, just knocked him out. Now lie on your stomach. What are you gonna do? First, I'll tie you and your partner. Put your hand behind your back. My right arm's broken. I'll move it for you. No, no, no. Stop your noise. Your arm's not broken. Steve remained unconscious while the Lone Ranger tied the hands of both gunmen behind their backs. Then he lashed their feet together, buckled on his gun belt and hurried into the shack. Lighting a candle, he quickly released his Indian friend. Tonto expressed his gratitude. Then said... Then capture me near town, Kimusabi. Bring me here. Then turn scout loose. Then hope bring you here. That's just what Scout did. Troops plan. Kill us both. If they intended to kill us, what did they come this far from town? Them want death to look like accident. Them knock us out. Them start landslides. So that's it. Do you know why those men wanted to kill us? No. Do you know who they are? Me only know them call each other, Jake, Steve. All right, we'll question them. Are you able to walk, Tonto? Me all right, now Kimusabi. Good, let's go. Oh, uh, where are their horses? My horses behind cabin. So you're not seeing them. Listen, mister, you and the Indian may think you have the upper hand, but we doubt it. Why did you try to kill us? We're not talking. Were you acting for someone else? I said we're not talking. Kimusabi. Yes? Me use knife, me make them talk. So try to bluff us. We know all about you two. We know you're not gonna kill us or torture us into squealing. Don't we, Steve? That's right. You seem to be well informed. We are? This is one time, mister, when your principles are backfired. You can't make us talk. You can't prove we had any intention to hurt you. It's your word against ours. You take us to the law with an eye all you say. And we'll claim we mistook Tonto for an Indian who stole a horse from us. And held him to ask about it. That's right, and you can't prove we're lying. If you're as smart as you're supposed to be, you'll realize there's nothing you can do except let us go. There is something I can do. I'm going to find out where you came from. You think you can make us talk? I'm not even gonna try to make you talk. Tonto, turn their horses loose. Ah, me savvy. Hey, you're gonna leave us stranded here without horses? I'm going to leave you here for the time being. What's your idea? Horses generally find their way back home. I think that's what yours will do. Now wait! When I know where you came from, I may be able to learn who sent you. No one where we came from won't help you any? No. Maybe you're right. Maybe you're wrong. Horses on way, Kimusami. I will follow them steady, sir. We leave troops here? Yeah, they're well tied and they'll be safe. Unless there happens to be a landslide. A landslide? There might be one. Oh, I doubt it. Easy, sir. Easy, sir. Come on, sir. Come on, sir. The first light of dawn could be seen in the eastern sky. On the lone ranger and Tonto followed the horses of Jake and Steve onto the Bar M Ranch. Oh, sir. It's kind of easy. It's very easy. The horses are home, Tonto. You know who owned Bar M? Yes, a white-haired man on his pop Madison had been here for years. You speak to him? Yes. We'll see what he knows about Jake and Steve in another house with me. The masked man and Tonto found the back door unlocked. Entering the big house, they moved quietly until they reached a bedroom. In the faint light coming through a window, they saw a man asleep. Light that candle, Tonto. The sleeper's hair was snow white, but strangely disarranged. Tonto, he's wearing a wig. That's right. Tossing in his sleep, he moved it to the side of his head. Pull that candle close and see what he looks like without the wig. This close now? Yes. Bully, burly. Wake up, Bully. What? Wake up the law, won't you? Mask. Not so fast. Tonto, see if there's a gun beneath his pillow. Let me see it. That's right. I hear a gun. I thought that's what he was reaching for. It's the end of your trail, Bully. What? Did you really expect Jake and Steve to murder us? Where are those bunglers? You had a good hideout, Bully. Now, what's the specter that you and pop Madison are the same man? Those are the law abiding rancher for the rest of your life. If you hadn't trusted Jake and Steve. Those squealing trouble crossers, they'll pay for this. I've got evidence in my strong box that'll hang on both. And the law has evidence that will hang you. Get dressed. We're taking you to the sheriff. I'll never be taking a life. Get back! You! There's no use trying to break away. You're through. Now, stand up and get dressed unless you want to be jailed in a night shirt. That afternoon, after a ride to Grey Mountain, a sheriff's posse returned to the jail with Jake and Steve in custody. Well, gents, I've got a cell all ready for you two. Sheriff, there's been a mistake. Steve and I didn't do anything wrong. There's no mistake. What's it charging you? Murder. And we got the evidence from Baldi Burley. Baldi? And there he is, boys in the cell across the corridor. Baldi? Yes, it's me. Did I don't intend to hang alone? I told you, double-crossers, I had evidence to hang you if you ever squealed on me. But we didn't squeal! We didn't tell that mask man a thing about you. That mask man has his own way of doing things and getting crooks. You sure made a big mistake when you tried to murder the Lone Ranger. I'll still... ...fie! Lone Ranger, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, is produced by Trendle Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beemer, your announcer, Fred Foy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought to you by special recording at this same time.