 Fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hockey-hio silver! The Lone Ranger! With his faithful Indian companion, Tuttle, the daring and resourceful Masked 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! Hold still there! Let's go become! Bottle and the Lone Ranger stopped their horses on the edge of a high plateau. Oh-ho-ho! They conceived a sweeping plane below across which a train moved along the shiny rails toward a group of low rocky foothills. They watched as the train sped out of sight into a valley. Then they listened attentively as they heard the train whistle tooting frantically. Listen to that, Prado. Something must be wrong. Sounds like trouble in that valley. Let's get out of there, Prado. It took about 20 minutes for the two men to reach the entrance to the valley. As they turned into the valley alongside the track, the train was just pulling out of the other end as it continued its journey. The masked man and Indian rolled to the place where the train had stopped and pulled rain. Oh-ho-ho! There's evidence of a holdup, Prado. Those logs tossed to one side there. But the bent pile on the tracks has stopped the train. Easy say. I'll put her out. All right. Our flock waits behind boulders yonder, maybe. Oh, we'll look there. You're right, Prado. Booth marks show there were four or five horses waiting here. Ah, that's right. Go to tracks, go to tracks, then come back to horses. There's a strong box with a lock shot off. They say the holdup succeeded, and that they took the money away in their saddlebags. And leave trail. It's easier to follow, came a puppy. Yes, and they haven't had much of a start. There's something else. Now, what's your plan? The small disc of beaten silver. It's an ornament from a horse's bridle. Make them in handy. All right, let's get the horses. We'll follow the trail. Easy, steady. At the time, the lone ranger and tattle followed the trail left by the train robbers. Then, as the sun disappeared behind dark clouds and a rumble of thunder was heard, the tattle spoke. All right, now, good. Storm, come. Wash out our claw-train. Yes, we'll have to give up, but the rain's hard. We already feel drafts of rain. The train comes. We have to give up for the time being and head back to our cave. That's hurried. At one time, the news of the train robbery had spread through the nearby town of Redford. The train had arrived, bringing several wounded men. After the sheriff had questioned the train crew and some of the passengers, he returned to his office. The storm had broken. As he hurried in from the downpour, he saw Calvin Blair, the town banker, waiting. Sure, it's coming down like old blazes outside. The sorrow of that was long-breaking. We'll cover up the trail of them outlawers. Where's Carnation Ticket, Sheriff? We got away with new criticism. $10,000 of it was coming to my bank. I was just saying to Mr. Blair, the good thing he got it for was signed in as a bank. As it is, the express company will have to take the loss. It'll maybe show, but a few months ago, my bank did take a loss. When outlaws held up a payroll, we were sending over to the mining company at Remstones. You must be the same gang. Funny how they get to know about such shipments, Cal. Well, it just stumps me too. Only two of us at the bank know about them. The cashier, Bill Ames, and myself. Do you reckon young Ames is trustworthy, Cal? To be easy for him to pass the word to someone connected with that gang? I have always trusted Bill. I hate to feel he was doing anything like that, but... But what? Nothing at all, Sheriff. I got a feeling you do suspect Bill Ames. No, I didn't say that, Sheriff. In fact, I have no reason outside of him knowing about the shipments ahead of time to suspect Bill. You can't accuse a man of something like that, you know, without having proof. That's right. We can't. But it won't hurt to sort of keep an eye on Bill, just in case. Bill Ames, a life-appearing young man and cashier of the bank, lived in a small house on the edge of town with his young wife, Anna. At dusk after the bank closed that evening, Bill hurried into the house. Anna! Is supper ready yet, Hank? Mr. Blair invited us to go to the Mr. Show that's in town tonight. The rain is over, and I promise we'd meet him in front of the opera house early so as to get good seats. Oh, that's wonderful. I'll hurry the supper. Then it won't take me but a few minutes to get ready. Now, you run along and wash here. By the time you finish, I'll have supper on the table. That night after the show, Calvin Blair suggested that they take Anna home and then stop at the cafe to see if there was any news of the outlaws. After leaving Anna at the house, the two men went to the cafe. Well, there's a chair up in the 70s. The bar will go join the mill. All right. There he is. There he is. There he is. There he is. Hi, Bill. Hi, Sheriff. I don't suppose there's any news, Sheriff. No, he was trying to trail those outlaws after the heavy storm, Cal. You know, I didn't expect to have seen you names in here at this hour. Yeah, we went to the minstrel show. Sure, a big crowd there tonight. I got jostled here to death while we got in there. Yeah, I was there, too. What's that sticking out of your jacket pocket, Bill? You forget to mail a letter your wife gave you, maybe? Letter? I haven't any letter in my pocket. In fact, I haven't anything. Where did this envelope come from, I wonder? Sure is time to think. And the flap just tucked in. That's strange. You'll see what's inside. Hey, man, a lot of paper money. New bills, too. I don't get this. I didn't have any of that. Well, well, $500 in new greenbacks. You know, see here, Bill, if that's money you should have put in the vault before you left, it's ridiculous. You know better than that, Mr. Blair. I didn't have that in my pocket when I left the bank all my heart. I'm sure you didn't. Well, of course he didn't have it when he left the bank. I remember now. We checked the bank money together and I put all of it away. James, you aren't very smart. Or you wouldn't have left this sticking out of your pocket. So those are to be noticed. What do you mean? Yes, explain, Sheriff. All right. I'll explain all right. The way I figure, Bill tipped off that outlaw gang about the money shipment. Well, wait a minute. In the crowd at the show tonight, one of them slipped this into your pocket as you pay off. See here, Sheriff, I'm sure you're mistaken. Bill, you must have an explanation for this money. Tell Sheriff about it. Well, I don't know anything about it. I don't know how it got into my pocket. It's brand new money. Oh, yeah, like the bills who were stolen. He must have kicked them off. Bill, I'm taking you over to the jail on suspicion. There's no doubt this is part of the loot taken from the train today. And it'll be better for you to tell the truth. But I have told the truth. I don't know anything about that money or about the gang that held up the train. I don't know what to say. Bill, I trusted you like a son. You and I were the only ones who knew about those shipments. Naturally, under the circumstances, I have to believe the Sheriff is right. But I... But it's under, of course, I'm right. Come on, Aimee. We're taking you over to the jail right now. After the Sheriff, along with the deputy and the banker, left the cafe to take Bill Aimee to jail, Tuttle, who had been in the cafe trying to get a line on the outlaws, flipped out the back door and rode to the camp not far away, which he shared with the Lone Ranger. Tuttle told him what had happened. The Lone Ranger thought for a moment, then spoke. If Bill Aimee's were guilty, Tuttle, it doesn't seem to me he'd be stupid enough to leave the envelope containing the money sticking out of his jacket pocket. Now, what do you pull it out in front of the Sheriff and Blair if it contains some of the new currency? That's what me think, Kimosabe. We want to close. And young fella, I'm curious when he'll open the envelope. You heard Blair say that he and Bill Aimee were the only ones who knew about such shipments. That's right. Me and your banker say that's in cafe. We're going to town right now, Tuttle. Here's a little bit. Let it go. Let it go. What we do in town? There are only two cells at the Redford Jail, Tuttle. They're both at the back. I'm going to try to talk to young Aimee through the cell window. What we do? Blair's house is at the end of the main street. I want you to go to his table in back of the house and do a bit of investigating. All right, let's get going. Let's get going. The Lone Ranger and Tuttle reached the shadows on the edge of town and stopped for a moment. There's Blair's house over there, Tuttle. All right, up the back way of the jail. Can you finish what I told you to do? Meet me there in the grove. Meet come there soon. You be careful. I shall. Don't worry, we have a lot to do now. Adios. Adios. Get him up and scout. One sooner. Cautiously, to the back of the jail, the masked man quickly reached the window. Though heavily barred, the window was opened. A single lantern hanging in the corridor beyond the bars of the cells cast a flickering light. He pulled himself up. Inside, Billy and Pat respondently on the edge of the cot with head and hands, the masked man called in a low voice. Bill! Billings! Huh? Who's that? Be quiet. Come to the window. You must be the one to... Easy, Bill, easy. I came to help you believe me. When did you decide to go to that show? They were the men to the bank close. I see. Oh, look, that mask. Why should I care? You couldn't be in a worse spot. What chance are you taking? Forget the mask right now. Did you sit near anyone who... Between Anna and Mr. Blair. We weren't in the crowd and got there early and came out this time. I believe you have, Bill. I have a few more questions to ask, and I'll leave. Meantime, inside the sheriff's office, the sheriff was speaking to two deputies. Hank, you stay here and keep your eyes open. Where are you and Jim going, Sheriff? News of Aime's arrest has got around like wildfire. gang will expect we'll try to get him to talk. I've been thinking they might try to break him out tonight. Jim and I will go between the buildings and watch around back for a while. Come on, Jim, let's go. You're right, Sheriff. Pull these in like this. We'll stay in the sheriff's near the back corner of the building. They'll take turns relieving Hank in the office. Yeah, all right. Here's the corner of the building. Somebody's around here. I'll peek out. It's a great day. One of them's at the window talking to Bill. I'll keep you here. I'll sneak up on him and take him. Come on. Quietly, the two lawmen slither around the corner guns ready and move quickly up behind the masked man as he dropped from the window ledge. Reach, mister, and don't make a move. We both got you covered. One false move and you'll get a bullet. Strando. The curtain falls on the first act of our low-ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scene, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. The low-ranger dropped from the ledge of the cell window where he had been talking to Bill Aimes. The sheriff and the deputy moved up behind him with drawn guns and ordered him to reach. The low-ranger immediately raised his hand and stood facing the wall of the building until the sheriff spoke again. Turn around and do it careful, mister. The moon's bright enough for us to see any move you make. Very well. Hey, look, he smashed, yeah? Yeah, he's one of the gang all right. Having him come here to talk to Aimes, convinced me more than ever, Aimes was in with him. You're easily convinced, sheriff. None of your smart talk, mister. We're taking sides. The reckon between you and Aimes, we ought to find out plenty. One of the crew of that train was killed, so you both hang for murder. It'd be lucky if they aren't list before morning. Well, you smile and don't look like he's much worried right now. I'm not, sheriff. You both drop guns, follow. Somebody snuck up behind us. But I do as he says, sheriff. Do drop guns quick. All right, all right. Drop your gun, Jim. The two men dropped their guns. The low-ranger stooped quickly and picked them up. They went to the shadows to one side. You can get your guns after we leave, sheriff. Adios. Hey, come back. You wait in the grove. See men come around built. Good thing you did. Take your scout and take your part. Easy, sir. The low-ranger and tonto had raced straight back through the grove, so that the trees and deep shadows made it easy to escape the bullets, fired haphazardly after them by the sheriff and deputy. They reached the shallow stream and the water for some distance. In case they were trailed later, then they circled around and finally came back to the edge of town from the other direction. They stopped to arrest the horses behind some large boulders. Oh, no, no, no. It's not easy, sir. It might be so easy for us. I never had a chance to ask what you found out. Well, let me take a look inside bankers' stable. We use a piece of candle and carry a saddle bag. We buy a riding gear, hanging their stalls. Well, one ornament missing from bridle, other ornament still on bridle, and they match one you find in valley. That convinces me Blair frame young Ames. That's right. He had those new bills to slip into Ames pocket. You may still have the rest of that money. Tonto, I'm going to print a note and I'll tell you what to do and what to say. I hope to force Blair into a mood that will help us catch him red handed. By short time later, Calvin Blair sat going over some papers in the living room of his home when he heard a knock at the door. You know, who can that be coming here this late? Well, Indian, what do you want? A color on trail. Him say, bring you this note. Yeah, I'll just step in a minute. So somebody on the trail gave you a note to bring here, and that's right. Him say, come big house, west end of town, and give silver dollar. He bring note, let me have it. Did you read what this says? That's not way Indian, right? Read only Indian side right now. That's all right then. What did the hombre who gave you this note look like? Him have cover on face. He not know. Was he heavy set sort of? Maybe. I reckon I guessed right. All right, Indian, you clear out now. Ah, we decided we want our cut tonight. Bring the cash to the hideout or something might happen. Yeah, he wouldn't sign it, but I know it was that Rusty who printed this all right. He's been trying to get the other two stirred up for some time now. Indian hinted he was heavy set. Rusty wanted to keep me guessing as to which one of them actually sent it, huh? By thunder, I'll take the money out like they want. But I'll have a showdown with Rusty this time to teach him who's running things. Granger and Tuttle waited in the shadows until finally they saw Calvin Blair leave the house with a small bag and head for the stable. A short time later they saw Blair Malt in front of the stable then head out to the trail that led into the hills. He fell for Tuttle. There he goes. Now we're right along behind the building on this side of town until we reach the one up, the sheriff's office. We'll go between the buildings then and come out onto the main street. And why'd we do that? You'll notice that the sheriff and his men gave up trying to trail us from the back of the jail. Their horses are still standing straddled at the hitch rack at his office. Someone will see us. They'll be sure to follow. Then we trial Blair and lead Posse to outlaw hideout. That's a general idea. All right, let's get going. We have to work fast. We have to be going. A few minutes later the sheriff and some of the Posse were in his office discussing the escape of the two men they had tried to trail. Nice hunter, boys. I should have known that man wouldn't be out back alone. I still get wrangled when I think how they outsmarted Jim and... We didn't get far traveling either. Man alive is true. It'd be a feather in our caps if we'd been able to catch him. Reginalds to you men might as well head for home until morning. No use in wasting time there. Holy mackerel! It's the two outlaw. The moon's bright as day. Let's follow. What are we waiting for? Let's get out of here and hit better men. This time maybe we can cut sign on them without losing their trail. Come on! The Lone Ranger and Tuttle raced at top speed along the trail. Until in the distance they saw the outline of Calvin Blair at the top to rise ahead. The shack set in a small, secluded hollow. Three men lay resting on blankets on the floor. A lighted lamp on a table to one side cast a flickering glow in the shack. Suddenly one of them, known as Rusty, sat up and called to the other two. Hey West! Hey! What's the matter? Someone's riding up. Have your gun ready. Who do you think it is? He's not trying to sneak up on us anyway. What? It's a boy! It's me all right. This was your idea, Rusty. What are you talking about? What's that? You don't know what it is. It's a note you sent to me by that Indian. I brought the cash like you said to. But I'm telling you Rusty, this is the last time I'm going to take it. Wait a minute. Hold on. I don't savvy this. What's all the excitement, Cal? Rusty didn't send any Indian that we know of. That's right. Nor any note either. Now let me see that. We decided we want our cut tonight. Bring the cash to the hideout or something might happen. Hey, this is some kind of a trick cap. You mean you didn't meet an Indian on the trailer? No, he hasn't met out his shack. None of his hair. Well then who sent that note to me? I did. Look in the door with your mask on, Bray. He's got the drop on us. But calm down, you fool. Now get him. No you won't. No! All right, he sent out the light. As the light went out, the lone ranger flattened against the wall a moment. Then as the off-loss moved forward into a black beam of moonlight screaming through the windows, he could see their faces. You're the one I'm after first, Blair. Oh, you bastard. In a few moments, the men became used to the moonlight screaming through the windows. I am headed for the door. I'm getting out of here and you're not relieved. Let's help him. Let's go, Bray. I'm driving him. This is for you. Not to do with you yet, Blair. In a few moments, the shadowy interior of the shack, the lone ranger through the sledgehammer blows right and left. One of the others got to his feet. Batato promptly held it again. The men under the rain of blows landed for the last man. Salvin Blair went down and stayed down. No, no, wait, wait, no. No more, no. That's enough. Fight the last one. I give light without glass shades. Don't scare Blair. You like that, too. Great, Mrs. You too, Ian. And lastly, great day. Look at her on the floor. Hey, look here, Mr. Blair. What's she doing here with these crooks? I reckon this masked hombre and the Indian kidnapped him. Brought him here for getting one of the gangs. Young Ian. Yes, yes, that's it, Sheriff. He's the leader of the gang. They had a falling out over the loose. Never mind, Cal. We'll see that they all hang for what they did. No, wait. Wait a minute. Cal, Blair, can't... Can't get away with that. I wondered if you'd let him. We don't know who that masked hombre is. Ah, but Cal lead just came. He planned to hold out. Oh, hold on. You can't tell me that Cal lead... Oh, you hold on, Sheriff. Here's an ornament from a bridle that was followed to the place where the train was held up. It's found behind the boulders when the outlaws hid their horses. Eh, but I don't see... You'll find that king from Blair's bridle. Blair's bridle. I'll fix you with a note. He came out here bringing the stolen money in the bag there on the table. Hey, oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. This is the new money ornament. My friend and I followed him here after getting you to follow us. By thunder, you're the hombre we almost caught back of the jail tonight. Yes. I talked to Ames. I was convinced he was framed. Cal Blair put that envelope in his pocket. This is the gang of outlaws you've been hunting. And Cal Blair is our leader. Now, see, you can't talk yourself out of this, mister. We'll get the truth about these others, but we're taking you in the Indian law, too. Oh, wait a minute. Does this mean anything to you? A bullet. It looks like a silver bullet. It is. There we go. Hey, maybe I... What's that Indian's name? Patato. And the name of the horse? Silver. Great day. No wonder you did all this. I sure catch on now, mister. I reckon I owe you an apology. Well, that's not necessary, Sheriff. Give my regards to Bill Ames when you release him. I'm sure you and your men can take care of Blair and his gang now. Let's go, Patato. Sheriff, why do you listen to these old hoots? You're that mask man. I give you my word, sir. Oh, shut up. Your word couldn't stack up against his in a hundred years, Blair. He used the Lone Ranger. The feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. Created by George W. Trenzel. Produced by Trenzel Campbell Enterprises. Directed by Charles D. Livingston. And edited by Fran Stryker. A part of the Lone Ranger... ...