 With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the masked rider of the planes led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. The stories of his strength and courage, his daring and resourcefulness have come down to us through the generations, and 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 in the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver. The lone ranger rides again. It was early one evening when most of the passengers on the Mississippi River Boat heard the announcement they had been waiting for. Attention everybody, you've all been invited into the big cabin here, where you'll be privileged to witness an astounding experiment in psychic phenomena. The man who lifts the curtain of eternity, the mystic seer who reveals the unknown, the modern voice of ancient wisdom, Professor Malvern Judd. Good evening. It is indeed a pleasure to see so many of my fellow passengers who are interested in a demonstration of occult science. How many people are here? Splendid, splendid. My experiments are most successful when everyone is present. A first a few words of explanation. It is commonly supposed that the wisdom of ancient wise men, like King Tutankhamen, Socrates and Julius Caesar, died with them. This was true until I discovered a method of direct communication. All of that. It is now possible to obtain the advice of these ancient sages. They will solve any of your personal problems. I will offer a convincing demonstration. However, it is absolutely necessary that all lights be extinguished. Will someone put out the lamp? By sure. I'll pull them out. That's much better. Now I must have absolute quiet. Quiet, please. Quiet. Oh, mighty King of Ancient Egypt, philosopher of Athens, or conqueror of Gaul. Speak to us. Speak. Right here, Professor. I was getting the horn fakes to talk back. That man who just came in, get him, stop him, sure. Light, put on the lights, sir. There's no force for alarm, folks. The light will be lit in a moment. I'm sorry for the interruption. The man who came in here must be insane. Either that or he's trying to play a joke on all of us. If you'll excuse me for a moment, I'll be right back. Felix. Felix, is that you? Yeah, I got him, Professor. Just as he was heading for the top deck, you can't stop me from telling people the truth. And believe me, I've got him. Shut up. Hang on, Hoyt. Where are they? They're still working in the cabins, I guess. Then you'll have to take care of this. No noise. Make it quiet. You got a knife? Yeah. Then use it before some of those yokels in the main cabin start investigating. All right. There. Good. Now, quick over the rail with them. Here. I'll help you. Yeah. Got rid of him just in time. Who was he, Billings? Do you know? No, but I think you trailed us from St. Louis. You'd look like one of the gents that squawked to the law after we got through. Never mind. He's out of the way. And we're leaving the east for good. I'm sure Texas will have more profitable for us than our line of work. Is that where we're headed? A little town called Gwynavista. Now why pick out a place like that? I'll tell you later. Find Hoyt and Packer. Tell them to forget about going through the cabins now. The passengers might get suspicious. Sure, Professor. And put our baggage together. We leave this boat at the next landing. Catch a stage going west. To Gwynavista? Yeah. To a lot of money. We play our cards right. The Lone Ranger and Tonto had been resting in a secluded camp near the river for several days. It was long after sundown. They'd packed their gear in preparation for an early morning start when Tonto, walking near the river bank, cried out suddenly. Kimosabi. What's wrong, Tonto? Come quick. You'll see. In the riverboat? It's a regular St. Louis packet heading down the stream for the day. No, not boat. You see if I'll try to swim on the river? Look. You're right. He's having a tough time fighting that current. I wonder if he can make it. We've got him. Tonto, good swimmer. All right, Tonto. Be careful. The main channel out there is tricky. Me go. Here, Tonto. Grab this rope. I'll help you up the bank. Here. Swim good. Me think him hurt. Put him down here on the blanket of the fire. Yes, it looks like. Wait. I'll take off his jacket and shirt. He must have been hurt bad. I'd be knifing in his back. Then stab. Build up the fire, Tonto. Eat some water. All right. Me do it. Where am I? I don't worry about that. Just lie still, Tonto. We'll crush your wound for you. I asked. You must be an outlaw. Oh, you're mistaken. I'm not an outlaw. My Indian friend is the one who just pulled you out of the river. There's some cloth, Tonto, for bandages. What did this happen? He followed crooks on river boat. They caught me. Billings put knife in my back. Pushed me overboard. Easy. Who's Billings? Helps Professor Malvern Judd. There. Oh, fakers. It's one of those robbers. My mother in St. Louis lost all the money she had. I'll take it easy. Professor Judd's on the boat that just passed here. He's headed for New Orleans. You'll send word of the law down there. No, I wouldn't do any good. I heard them by passage in St. Louis. Not going south. They're headed west. Is that so? In a particular spot? I heard the professor say. Buena Vista. Buena Vista? Are you sure? Yes, I... Easy. Water, hot milk, and sorry. You all need it, Tonto. That stab wound was too close to his heart. Oh, that's bad. What do we do? Well, to find the nearest corner, then try to find out this man's identity. Must be carrying something with his name on it. Ah. Did you hear him mention Buena Vista? Ah. That's where Pop Hendricks lives. That's where we're going to find two murderers named Billings and Malvern Judd. There were two things in life that annoyed Pop Hendricks. First, his rheumatism. And second, a talkative widow named Hortense Applegate. Of the two, he much preferred rheumatism. He could deny its existence. Hortense Applegate was a different matter, especially when he met her on the main street of Buena Vista. Good morning, Mrs. Morning, Hortense. Isn't it a lovely day? Don't you feel just glad to be alive on a day like this? You feel even better when you hear the good news I've just received? No, it's not for me alone. It's for everybody. Every man, woman, and child in Buena Vista who's interested in higher learning and cultural advancement think that it's the most wonderful discovery of the ages. We can actually talk to the greatest man who ever lived. You've been horn-toed! What are you gabbling about? You'll be here this afternoon, coming in on stage. I read all about him in a little magazine, so I wrote down to St. Louis, and I received a personal reply in his own handwriting. Isn't it wonderful? Who'll be here? Professor Malvern Judd, exponent of psychic phenomena. Huh? A professor with something like that, eh? Well, maybe it ain't as bad as he thinks. My rheumatism comes and goes and spells it. Oh, you fool. Professor Judd isn't sick. He's a scientist. Same thing. He communicates with the greatest man who ever lived. Egyptian kings, Greek philosophers, and Julius Caesar. They talk to him, and we can hear them. Oh, I don't believe it. That's the dead, plastic, biggest lot of hogwash I ever heard. Oh, so you're a skeptic. Oh, that's another lie. Never joined a lodge in my life. I don't know why I take the trouble to talk to you, Pop Hendricks. You're impossible. Yeah, I'm impossible. No wonder her husband up and died. If I had to listen to something like that every day... Hi, Pop. Oh, morning, Sheriff. Couldn't help but hear the widow advocate tell you're good news. Amazing woman, the widow. Yeah. Sheriff, I always figured you had good sense. You're a crack shot and rough on outlaws. Then you started courting hortens. Oh, wait a minute, Pop. A man's private life is a little... I know, I know. But Jeb Applegate, hortens' husband, was a good friend of mine. Do you know how he happened to die? Well, that was a long time ago before I came here. I'll tell you. Hortens talked the poor critter to death. Poor Jeb. Wish it was some way I could... This, Professor Feller, Hortens mentioned. Sounds kind of interesting. Don't tell me you're gonna go and... No, no, there's no chance of my even seeing the gent. I'm on duty at the bank most every day and night. Garden that big payroll they're holding for the railroad up at Clemens. Ah, good. Glad Hortens ain't talked you into forgetting your job. Don't worry. I won't. Because you're a good man, Sheriff. I just wish the world had a few less talking females like Hortens Applegate. Oh, God, oh, Jesus, big fella. Wifey, stop here in Red Rock Canyon. Why not ride on to Pop Hendricks Ranch? We'll go to Pop's place later tonight. I want to wait here for the afternoon stage to Buena Vista. Oh, why would he do that, Kimus Abbey? Are you going to hold it up, Tunnel? He's not savvy. You know what the lawman in St. Louis told us? That boy we pulled out of the river was named John Ferris. Evidently, his mother was swindled out of quite a bit of money by this Professor Malvern Judd. Oh, how Judd Tunnel do swindle? I don't know, Tunnel. But I think he uses some sort of fake stunt to hold people's attention while other men do the robberies. My guess on time, schedules between here and the Mississippi is right. He ought to be in on the stage. We stop stage and catch crook, huh? Yeah, it isn't that easy. See, we have no actual proof against Judd. The reason I want to hold up the stage is to find out how many men travel with him and who they are. Oh, we wait here? Yes, Tunnel. I don't think we'll have to wait long. Look, you're always riding saddle horses. One of them's wearing a mask and the other's a redskin. Mask? There must be outlaws. This is a hold-up. Get out of that coach, all of you. Come out with your hands up. Well, what do you think of it? Us getting held up. They can't get away with it. I'm paying you and Mr. Swing-Led. Get to work. Yeah, you take the redskin, Kless. I'll drill the umbra with the mask. 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. Now to continue our story. In the same fraction of a second that Malvern Judd's gunman opened fire from inside the stagecoach, two silver-mounted coats appeared almost magically in the hands of the Lone Ranger. They were spewing flame and lead. Take the other side, Tutto. We see how many there are. In a month's count. Coach, can't you hit anything as big as a man with a horse? You're turning the mask loose so fast I can't hit him. That's enough, Tutto. All right, driver. Take your coach into town. We got what we came for. You think them four fellas crook? That is silver easy. Yes, I'm sure of it, Tutto. Now that we know what they look like, we can cover every move they make in Buena Vista. Let's head for Pop Henry's ranch. Come on, Silver, in a month's count. I'm sure glad to see you. You could have knocked me over with a frog hair when I rode up to the corral and seen Silver and Scout. I knew you and Tutto were waiting here in the house. Good to see you, Pop. Tell me more about these outlaw farmments you're trailing. They're a brand new brand, Pop. They're here in Buena Vista for some special reason. I don't know exactly what it is. Well, can't you just hog-tie the players? No, it wouldn't stick. I know they've committed murder, but there's no way it can be proved, because the only witness is dead. You got any idea who they are? One of them is named Malvern Judd, and I think that... What? Well, I'll be... not Professor Malvern Judd, a gent who collabers with dead Greeks and Egyptians. The last part is news to me, but what do you know about Mr. Judd? Well, Hortense Applegate's holding this... Well, you know, a sea antsy or whatever that is at her house tonight. This Judd critter's going to do his stuff. Good. I want you to be there, Pop, and see what happens inside the house. I don't know how to watch the outside. Well, Billings, what'd you find out? Plenty. There's a $50,000 payroll laying in that tin can safe over at the bank. How about the house where Mrs. Applegate lives? Can we... Sure, sure. The layout's perfect. As long as I can spout enough Latin to fool the yokels. Well, Mr. Hemtis, I see you accepted my invitation after all. Yep, Hortense, and curiosity got the best of me. You'll notice that all the culture and intelligent people in Wayne of East are here to witness the demonstration. Don't blame the poor critters for something they can't help. Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention, please. Thanks, Professor Malvern Judd. Yep. See, he's a lot uglier than I figure. Well, he is. Now, if Mrs. Applegate will turn down the lights, we'll proceed with the seance. Oh, of course, Professor. There. And, please, I must insist that be absolute quiet. That's exciting, Pa. It's the dead-blasted critters. Oh, mighty men of the ages. King Tutankhamun, Socrates, or Julius Caesar, will one of you make your presence known to us? Speak, speak. Dolly, I have stoneness, do we say impart a strength? Ah, Julius Caesar, we are honored. Oh, mighty Caesar, can you translate your wisdom into the words of this day and these people? I speak in many tongue. Good. Perhaps there are some in this room who doubt your wisdom. Have you a personal message for anyone? I have a message for the Paris flower in the state of Texas. For Ted Applebee. For me? I am unable to speak because there is a thorn beside the flower. What? Thorn? What do you mean, oh, mighty Caesar? Well, the mangy varmint must be talking about me. I'm sitting right next to you. Why, Papa, I was here the rest of the day. A man six feet clean. Dark hair. He must be beside Hortense before I can speak. Dark hair? Brown eyes? What is it, Sheriff Wilcox? He is a... Silence of the agent. All in the bleep heart plays trace. Oh, Papa! And Jen's about a snake. Good night, Hortense. Oh, say that Malvern Judd Critter is a faker. A big faker. I thought so. What happened? A lot of folks were setting around in the dark. Then somebody starts talking from way off somewhere. Judd claims it's a gent named Julius Caesar and Hortense Applegate believes him. What did Julius Caesar have to say? I don't know. Something about all gall is... Divided into three parts? Yeah, that's it. Then he tells Hortense he's got a personal message for her but he can't deliver it because I'm sitting there instead of the man who's courtier. And who is that, do you know? Sure, Sheriff Wilcox. Hortense invited him over tonight but he couldn't come. He's working. That's so. Keeping a 24-hour guard on that railroad payroll down at the bank. Hortense will have him here tomorrow night. There's a large amount of money in the bank. This thing begins to make sense. What do you mean? We'll find out tomorrow night. Only part I can't figure out is where did Caesar's voice come from. I know it was a fake but... Wasn't Malvern Judd sitting near an empty fireplace in Mrs. Applegate's house? Well, yeah, he was. How'd you know? Because Ton and I stood here and watched a man climb up to the roof. The voice you heard was probably his yelling down the chimney. Well, I'll be dog... What are we gonna do? Nothing, until tomorrow night. Everything's set. All you two have to do is to stay down there by the bank and watch for a signal from Billings on the roof. Sure, Judge Wilcox. I'll keep the locals entertained until you finish the job. Get moving. I'm going inside, they're waiting for me. Wait, wait, Pop. They want to get them all at the same time. Here comes Tata. Unless I'm mistaken, he just removed a man named Billings in the roof of Mrs. Applegate's house. Good. We'll take him along with us. You outlaws won't get away with this house, so... Now, Pop, you've got some climbing to do. What do you mean? You'll have to take this man's place up there by the chimney. I don't want Professor Judd to know what's going on. Yeah, but how... I mean, I can't talk that lingo like he does. Professor can't stop you. You can remember, all gall is divided into three parts, can't you? Sure. Whatever you do, keep the Professor busy until we get back. Come on, Tata. Now that the lights are out, I'll try to establish contact with one of the wise men of the ages. Quiet, please. Professor, I do hope it's Julius Caesar again. Sheriff Wilcox is here with me tonight. Oh, mighty Caesar. Make your presence known to us. Speak. Speak. Have you a personal message for Hortense Applegate? There must be something wrong. Is that all he can say? Well, perhaps King Tatankaman will speak. Speak to us, King Tatankaman. Maybe it's Socrates who... All gall is divided into three parts. Those two men across the street in front of the bank, they're the rest of your gang? Listen, old hood, I'm not... Shut up and answer me. Yeah. That's Miff Hoyt and Kless Packard. Call them over here. Tell them the plan's been changed. There won't be any bank robbery. But I tell you... Let him go, Tata. Want to handle it without gunplay if possible. But remember this, Billings? Unless you do exactly as I told you. All right, walk over there. Miff. Kless. Billings, what are you doing down here? The sheriff's calling. We were just waiting for your signal. The professor's changed his mind. There won't be any bank robberies. There won't be any. Hey, what's wrong with you? I... Back of me, the alcohol in the Indian. What's the... Look, Miff, let him have it. You ask for this. Oh, my leg. No, no, no. Hold your fire. If these two covered, Tata, Billings is just trying to make a run for it. I haven't got a gun. You wouldn't kill a man who... I'll put a punch in the jaw. We'll do the jaw though. You get him? Yes, Tata. How about Hoyt and Packer? Me use rope. Tie him together. Good. This one won't be conscious for a while. Take all three of them to the sheriff's office, Tata. Ah. And what you do about John Thuller? I'm going to get the professor right now. Wrong, professor. If that's really Julius Caesar, I can't understand why he just... Yes, yes, I'll... I mean, I'll try again. Billy... I... I mean, Almighty Caesar, please, you must have a message for Horton Savillgate. Who... Who are you? Sheriff! Sheriff Delight, Mrs. Applegate. There's no reason for any of you people to be afraid, except Professor Judd. Oh, yeah. Listen, you can't do this. Just a minute, Sheriff. I wouldn't reach for that hideout gun if I were you, professor. I'll get you. Oh, oh, man. That man's a fake, Sheriff. He and his gang planned to rob the bank tonight. He used this stunt to get you away from your duty. And I fell for it. You find the other three men of his gang tied up at your office. They're all wanted in St. Louis on a swindler murder charge. Will you take care of it, Sheriff? Sure, sure I will. Good. Adios, amigos. Thank, Roberts, huh? And another outlaw turns them in, if he is an outlaw. Horton's, I'm going down to my office. Oh, man. Professor Melvin got a fake. Oh, I can hardly believe it. I wonder how he did it. If Julius Caesar wasn't talking, who was? Now, maybe if I tried it, just like the professor did, I might be able to... What you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.