 The fiery horse with the speed of light, the cloud of dust, and the hearty high old silver, the lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, the masked rider of the plains 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 come the thundering hoofbeats of a great horse, Silver. The lone ranger rides again. One silver, a danger on the trail ahead. One silver! Some distance off the trail that led down from the Wooded Hills toward Mountain City, center of the northwest fur trade, two men lay below the crest of a narrow ridge. Screened by thick brush, they lay tense and motionless. Their eyes were fixed on the narrow trail below them. And so were the two rifles that were loaded and already aimed. Over their heads a blue jay screamed. They figured the range was about 50 feet. That distance we can't miss. We can put our bullets right through them. Yeah, I never did like that engine. And I won't have to. He'll be dead. It is a fur you'll be carrying. Say, Sarelle, what did you find out that he'd be packing fur is toward Mountain City? Look, it's spring ain't it? All the fur trappers bring in their catches, Tonto. Sure, but how did you know it? Well, you talk too much. It shed a worsen that blue jay up above us. Oh, I asked what for it. Savvy, you and me are going to ambush this engine. We're going to take his furs and sell them. We'll get good cash for them too. But how I come to know he'd be on this trail at what time and what it'd be carrying, that's my business. It won't be so easy selling furs. Why not? That new town marshal is a tough hombre. Madeleine won't bother us none. He won't know where them furs come from. He knows, Sarelle. I reckon you know what you're doing, so I'll stop. I hear something. We're going to take the furs. Yeah, walking hoofs. Must be the engine and a couple of pack horses. No sign yet. They'll be coming around the bed right soon. Shut up and tighten your trigger finger. Sooner or now. Yeah, that's a blue jay. We should stop the screaming. Sarelle, there's a horse. He didn't blaze us. He's gone. He turned tail and headed back out of sight. His shots weren't involved. It wasn't me. I didn't squeeze the trigger. Don't be local. I know that. But some hombre must have spotted our ambush. Come on, we've got to make tracks out of here before we get cut. It must have been the marshal. I don't know. But whoever it was, I ain't staying here. Faster! It's all right. It's fine. Stop me. You let me shotgun me tunnel, tunnel with man. You, you Indian like me. I believe you. I'm Saskia. Oh, how? Saskia, you're heading straight for an ambush. Tell them I fired those shots across your path to make you turn back. Ambush? Yes. Then you hear the blue jay? Ah, blue jay, him watchdog of forest. He make plenty chatter. Let you know trouble head. That's true. You're an Indian, Saskia. You're used to the forest. I didn't hear the blue jay's warning. Saskia, you dream as you ride. Not pay attention. Who outlaw would shoot me? We didn't see them. We follow them now. My horse first. No. No? We could catch them easily. But I don't want to because they're just working for someone else. Someone more important. Later on, tunnel I can follow their trail. And we'll see where it leads. Map right. You have two pack horses. Those are furs. Yes, white brother. I have fur trapper. Go toward mountain city. Sell or catch. I have two fur companies in mountain city. Great western and the webster. Whom do you trade? I not like webster company. That's answer enough for me. You've got only two pack horse. This all you trap all winter? No. Back in mountain I have cabin. Have more fur there. I have black fox fur. Black fox? I suppose like that would be worth a fortune. Oh, that plenty good. You got black fox skin? I have three. Oh, you have plenty good hunting, my brother. Time to hope you will... Gallo! It's Gallo! Who that? It's back up the trail. A woman. That sound like running forn. My wife. What is wrong? Why you not stay back in cabin? Trouble my husband. The pelts of the black fox. Gone. What? They gone. Stolen. But that cannot be. I never find out about us standing here on the trail. Tunnel. Up on the ridge where we heard that blue jay screaming. Look around until you find the tracks of the men who attempted this ambush. Follow them. Tunnel to what? Three of us escape. You are heading straight back to your cabin. Silver. Silver. Silver. Silver. Silver. Silver. Here, cabin. Where were those furs kept? You come. I show you. Here, in corner, behind fireplace. I build cash for furs. So. You see my husband? It's so. Pelts of black fox gone. Here's a big cake of fey. We'll head into the back room early. There's a gem there I'm aiming to see. So there we are. You know the horses are hitched. Follow me. Well, what's eating you? Nothing, sir. I'm just looking along on back trail. For what? It's nighttime. You can't see nothing. I had a kind of funny feeling there was someone following us. Look, we stepped away from that ridge of slickage, please. Yeah, I reckon so. Yeah, come on then. Honey. I've been doing business with you alone. Who's this man? Honey, Mr. Settley. You know me. My name's Burley. Yeah. So that's it, huh? I kept asking Sorrell who we'd sell them furs to. He wouldn't say. I never figured the manager, the Webster Fur Company, would be the gent who was paying us to get him. Shut your mouth, Burley. I asked Sorrell a question. I haven't been answered yet. Well, I decided Burley might as well be around when I told you, Mr. Settley. When you told me what? Come on, let's have it. Did you get those furs? No. No? Well, you fool, what went wrong? I would have been as easy as skinning a rabbit. I told you what trail Sasuke you were taking to Mountain City. Well, you could shoot him how to bring a furs to me. Everything sure you did. With some ombre shot again, just as Sasuke will come into sight. Before we had a chance to let fly, he cut back around the bend again. Those shots were a warning? Yeah. Who fired them? I don't know. Did he spot you? No, I don't reckon he even saw us. But there was a blue jay screaming right over our heads. And I guess this jet must have been smart enough to figure blue jays don't chatter just for nothing. Mr. Settley. Well? Me and Burley are mighty dry. Buy your own drinks. Well, that's the way you feel about it. It is? You promised me some ready cash just for taking on this job. Yes, again, Sorrell. I promised you cash for Sasuke's furs. You didn't bring the furs. You don't get cash. I don't pay for failure. Where are you? Don't raise your voice to me, Sorrell. You're just mountain rats. I'm a respectable man. I can have you thrown into the jail. Settley, one more word out of you. Sorrell. Settley. There's somebody looking in the window. What? I see him. Don't turn around. Don't reach for the guns. I've got one in this drawer. Keep watching me. I'll try to get him. I'll quick out the door. Oh, he's gone. Yeah, he's that horse. Who was it? I don't know. It was an engine. But I never saw him before. I've seen him before. His name is Taddo. His partner is the Lone Ranger. It's all right, Silver-O-Boy. That's Scout. Taddo's coming back to camp. Howdy, Kimosabe. You've been gone almost all night, Taddo. You didn't lose the trail? No. Taddo not lose trail. Now, what did you... Kimosabe, it's that cut on your face. Ah, man, shoot at Taddo. I mean, I hurt bad. Only scratch. From glass, not bullet. Glass? Ah, me look through winter. See bad men. Good. Who were they? Oh, Taddo not know that. But Taddo know other men. There was another man there? Ah, it in back room of Bearcat Cafe. Man who talked to them, shooted me. His name, Sedley. Sedley? The manager of the Webster Ferd Company. I knew it. I was sure of it, Taddo. Never mind now. I'll tell you later. Right now, we're riding. Silver-O-Boy. Where we go? We're going to see John Matlin. He's Marshal of Mountain City. He's going to put those two outlaws in jail, and Sedley too. Get him up the counter! Come on, Silver-O-Boy! What's there to say, mister? Are you sure? I don't saw them with Sedley, Matlin. From his description of those two hombres, they sound like Cerell and Burley. Men talk with Sedley. Ah, don't sort of stack up. Sedley's an important man in town. He's kept on the right side of the law. They acted friendly, huh? Ah, too bad you didn't hear what they were saying. That'll be right good evidence. Matlin, there's no time to be late. Sedley and those two outlaws are still at the Bearcat. You're the Marshal. It's your duty to move right now. He know, Marsman. You made me Marshal of this town, and you're the best friend I've got. I'm heading for the Bearcat. Where's Matlin? The town Marshal. He's got his guns. Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Those two are known to be bad hombres. I'm an honest man. Yeah? Yes. Why, by capturing these two men for you, I'm doing the law of favor. Sadly, I reckon you're right about these gents. Well, I'm not so sure about you. There's no way I can prove my suspicions. So, for the time being, I'll let it stand. Sir Al, you and Berly start walking. I'm putting you behind bars. Was you? I've admit me and Berly done a few things outside the law. But I tell you, with Sidley, you're asking... Inside the cell! You're making a mistake, Maglint. You'll find that out. I tell you, Sidley asked us to do it. Just believe me. He got in touch with me. Marshall. What the... Who's that? I'll get a light. Never mind the light. You only brought two of them to jail. Who was missing? Who was you, Mass Man? Who was missing? They were all there, like you said. Only Harry said they couldn't be jail, mister. He was smart enough to disclaim having nothing to do with Berly and Sir Al. Sidley's guilty. Perhaps so, but I can't prove it. Maglint, I know he's guilty, but as soon as I bring you the proof, let's keep an eye on him, until I get back from the little trip. Mass Man, mister, are you hit? 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. When the shot was fired right outside the window of the Marshall's office, a crowd gathered immediately in the dusty street. Can you hear that? Another shot. More doggone shooting going on tonight. It's all right. You know, start drifting now. No more excitement. Are you hurt, Marshal? No, somebody fired through my window, but nobody's hurt. Nobody broke out of jail. I've still got those two hombres behind bars. Who could have fired at you, Madeleine? I don't know. Where were you, Sidley? Me? I was down the street near the cafe. Anybody see you there? I don't reckon so. It's a pretty dark night. You still don't trust me, Madeleine? Forget it, Sidley. Someone in this crowd is a skulking coward. A jant who shoots in the dark. And whoever you are, I'll get you. Sure, that's the way to talk, Madeleine. That's why we elected you, Marshal. You had nothing to do with it. You voted against me. I realize my error now. By the way, you had some company in your office? I thought I heard a horse riding away. Just after the shot. Wait, Sid. You were down at the other end of the main street. I mean, on my way here. Thought I heard the horses I approached. Did you hear it? I heard nothing. I was inside the jailhouse. That's odd. I distinctly heard it. Thought I caught a glimpse of it, too. A big white horse. Missed time. Shot fired at you. Yes, tunnel. Said they missed you early last night. Missed me later. Perhaps he needs more practice with a six-gun. You say, Sidley, shoot at you? Yes, tunnel. You seen? No, tunnel. Marshal and I were inside the house in the dark. The shot came from outside. I'm taking it for granted, it was Sidley. Ah, him bloody bad. Bad and clever. Soon as he heard that Marshal asked the bartender for him, he was smart and must to pull out his gun and capture Sorrell and Burley himself. Say that he was innocent. Why you not run from jailhouse? Get him when he shoot. In the middle of town with all the people running that way? Remember, tunnel, I'm wearing a mask. Only Maitland knows who I am. Ah, that's right. Those men all carry guns. It has seen my mask and taken it for granted that I was an outlaw. They started shooting at once. Oh, tunnel, don't think of that. No, the Marshal has to capture Sidley himself. He has to catch him with proof. We've forgotten about those three black fox pelts, tunnel. Huh? Remember, they were stolen from Siskayu's cabin. You mean you trailed people, steel pelts? Is Sidley steel pelts? I tried to follow the tracks, tunnel. But whoever took the skins cut across Bear Rock and Catamount Peak, they lost the trail. Why you say, Sidley steel pelts? I didn't say that, tunnel, it was you. Oh, that's right. Me not savvy. They all mixed up. Right till later, tunnel. First thing to do is head for the trail. Siskayu's waiting in his cabin. Come on, Sidley, get him up the scouts. There he is. Come on, Scuddy. Come on, Scuddy. Come on, Scuddy. Morning, Siskayu. Morning, running fawn. Masked men, you left till yesterday evening to find out who take pelts of black fox. What have you found out? Silence, running fawn. It's not proper to ask before we welcome our brothers according to what is correct. White brother, tanto, we have food. You will eat? Not yet, Siskayu. We know you're anxious to learn what's happened, then we can eat. The men who were on the ridge above the trail waiting to shoot you are now in jail. That good. They are ones who steal black fox? I followed that trail from this cabin up over Catamount Peak. The trail disappeared in the rocks. Oh, then you not find... Enough. Our white brother helped us, and he failed. Not matter. Ah, skins of black fox bring plenty cash. Heap cash. Yes, tanto, if they gone, they gone. Siskayu, you're a real warrior. I said I lost the trail, but I still think I know who has those skins. You know? With your help I can get them back for you. Siskayu, are you willing to send running fawn into Mountain City to sell the rest of your furs? Speak, white brother. Tell us what to do. It shall be done. What you coming back for this time, Madeleine? Still too early for some reason. I'm letting you skunks out of jail. You know what? Let yourself. You hurt me. Personally, I'd like to keep you under lock and key from now on in. Let's see in this house Siskayu who didn't come into town to provide charges against me. Well, here are your guns. Go ahead, get out. Well, you sure will, Marshal. Leave Mountain City within 24 hours, Heavy. You're still here on a jail for vacancy. You sure got out of that mess easy, didn't we, Sorrell? You're so brilliant. We got a score to settle with suddenly first. That home-brain's been acting too slick. If you think he's got me buff-loaded, better think twice. Turn this over to the Lord. So long you've got me, Sorrell. Well, I'll be... Reach for your guns. Don't be a local idiot, Sorrell. We're right out in the street in clear sight of everyone. No major coyote could do what you did last night. I said don't be an idiot. I had to do that, Sorrell. Huh? I knew you'd be released today. I did. Well, of course, and you were. Now, look at it sensibly. My position, I can't afford to go to jail even for a day. How do you understand? Hey, I reckon so. You sure are smart, sadly. Where will you be? I may need you to. We won't be here unless you give us 24 hours to get out of town. No, I did, huh? Well, I may have to make a wagon trip to Portland. Suppose you head that way, camp near the trail about five miles out of here. What for? Kino, sadly. Well, if you're making a trip, why don't you start now? Stop asking so many full questions. Will you be there or not? Yeah. Yes, you and Mr. Saddley. All right, good. I've got some work to do. That's why I'm not leaving it. Besides, I saw Running Fawn going to the great Western Fur Company office with some furs. Running Fawn? Isn't that Siskayu Squaw? Yes, I... I want to talk to her when she comes out. Oh, you, just a minute. You've traded your furs here at great Western? Yes. Why didn't you bring them to the Webster Company? Our prices are good. My husband say take furs to great Western. Oh. Where is Siskayu? I go now. Oh, hold on. The news got around a couple of weeks ago that Siskayu had trapped himself some black fox. Those are mighty valuable pelts. Siskayu, he'd get pelts back very soon. Get the... What do you mean by that? Man who take pelts leave trail. Siskayu will follow. Left a trail, but... You let go. You hurt my arm. How can he follow a trail when... I mean, suppose he loses a trail. Siskayu not lose trail. He take gun. He take scalping knife. Scalping knife. When he find man who steal fox furs, Siskayu get them back. Take care of man his own way. Indian way. I... Excuse me. I just remember something I got to do. Now I go back to Cabin. Tell Lone Ranger I do what he say. Come on, honey. And my soul. Madeleine! Madeleine! Howdy. You been looking for me? Yes. I went into a mountain city, but you left your office. I came out to check on somebody's spring and beaver traps. What's it about? Siskayu had three black fox pelts. They were stolen. Yeah, the great western fire told me about it. The engine squaw was in. So far I haven't got a single solitary idea who could have done it. Unless it was Cyril and Burley. No, Madeleine. They just worked for the thief. You say that like you know who did it. I'm almost certain it was Harry Sedley. Sedley? Siskayu wanted to come along, but I was afraid he'd kill Sedley. That mustn't happen. Now he must go to jail for his crime. Madeleine, you're a marshal. Well, you watch Sedley and then... Listen, it's no you. Sedley left town an hour ago. Left town? What do you mean? Just what I said. Said he had to see Mr. Webster. Oh, Maithund, head back to Mountain City. Round up a pass. Soon start after Sedley. Take the Portland trail. Well, if you say so... I do. Keynoe, mister, that's enough of me. What about you? We're on our way right now. Come on, Tutto. Get him on sale. Look for us later, Maithund. Get him, Sedley! Get him, man. Come on! Get up! Get along now! Right here, Sedley. It's your fight, hurry. You'll find out in just a moment, Sir Elf. See that club is bruised up ahead and near catamount peak? What about it? A rain up just beyond it. I'll stop the wagon. Get up, Burley. It's already more than 20 miles outside of Mountain City. Here we are, right now. Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Back to here in Mountain City. It's all clear. I don't see anybody. It's a little mystery about Sydney. See that big rock yonder? About 20 feet off the trail? Yeah, it's blind. Get off your horses. Come along. A couple of nights ago, I moved that rock, fastened a rope around it and had the other end on my horse's saddle horn. This time, I reckon the three of us can lift it. What are you getting at? Is there something important under that rock? Suppose we lift it up and find out. Here, Grandpa. Hey! There's something hidden under it. Looks like an old buffalo hide. Unroll a buffalo hide, and you'll see. Here, I'll do it, Burley. Well, I'll be doggone. Black fox. Liam, find a spelt-saver saw it, said Lee. Well? So that's it. These skins belong to Sis Kale. They don't need longer. Now they're mine. Here, mighty Slick Ombre. You stole these while me and Burley was up on that ridge, didn't you? Yes, sir. I always said Jacob Webster was the smartest for a traitor in the Northwest. You're next. I work for him. Jacob Webster likes black fox pelts. They bring a fancy price. If they're not paid for, so much the better. Now, here's where you two fit in. I was waiting for that. When we get to Portland, you'll get 500 cash apiece. Then you disappear. You understand? It's heavy. In other words, you want everyone to think it was us who stole those furries. That's it. Not that they'll ever be traced, but we'd like to be protected just in case. If Jake was me, Mr. Settling. Likewise. Then back to the trail. We ought to reach Portland about a minute. You'll never reach Portland, Mr. Settling. What in? Who said that? I don't see anybody. All right, here. Look out. Up to the... At the top of the ledge. The mask man, the Indian. Here they come! I grabbed your gun. Shoot! Shoot them down! December us! Shoot! Shootin' up ahead! Faster, man! Here's the wagon! Right in the middle of the trail! It's standing idle. There's nobody in it. Hey, you men, listen. They're shootin' stopped. That they mean? Get your guns ready. I don't like this. Hey, you're gonna slow down, aren't you? Now we're talking to the left someplace. Beyond those fir trees. The funny of us here is just riding full tilt. Now follow me! Hold them! If all ropes and tides are stretched out on the ground, nobody else around any place. That wasn't me. It was Settling. Settling stole them firs. They're all alive. All right, Burley. What's that you were saying? I said... Please jump in. Well, Maven. Look at this. Blacks, fox, and pelt. Now those were stolen from Sascale. Isn't that right, Sorrell? Yeah, Marshal. Me and Burley had nothing to do with it. Just get these ropes off now. The ropes will come off when you've got the jail. Well, Mr. Settling, you haven't opened your mouth yet. How about it? Are you gonna try to deny it? I'm caught dead to rights, Marshal. Now you're spuckin' my head against a stone wall. I stole them. Who the hell left that? Don't beat everything. But hey, I don't savvy. Savvy what, eh? Well, we heard a lot of shootin', and when we get here, these armors are all tied up like packs on a mule. Who did your job for you, Marshal? He knows who got us. Don't you, Madeleine? I reckon I do, Settling. And so do you. It was the Lone Ranger. Oh, you have just heard as a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.