 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty, high-o silver, the Lone Ranger. The early settlers in the western United States worked hard to rest a living from the soil. Though in time, nature repaid them, they were unable to neglect their ranches or their cattle for a minute. As a result, the office of sheriff was held in many cases by a man who lacked the proper qualifications for the job. This, in turn, made the work of the mask rider of the plains more difficult. But he continued his fight for justice in spite of every discouragement. And in time, he brought law and order to a lawless frontier. And I'll return with us to those thrilling days when the West was young. From out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse, Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, middle-quading in the plain ahead. The Lone Ranger and his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, were riding tortoise sage when the first shot split the night. Hello. That sounded like a gun. Not right. There's another. Maybe third shot come. That danger signal. Steady. Steady, Silver. There it is. Three space shots. Kimozami, that's the signal that helps needed badly. It come from that way. Come on, Silver. Get him up, Scout. There's the house of some sort over there. See it? It's plenty dark, round house. You can just make it out. I'm sure that's where the shots were fired. We find out when he's soon. We see a dim light in one window. Tonto, see it? It's a candle set on the table inside. Go there. Go, Steady. Figure out the answer to the house. I'll go in. Tonto, do it there. There, Silver. Wide open. Steady, stranger. Help me. I'll help you. Come. Come close, stranger. Who fired those shots? You heard three shots? Yes. It was me fired. Fired two of them. Tell me, who shot you? The killer. He come in and I knowed him. Yes. I fired and missed. He drilled me, then left. The third shot? I done that firing. Third shot. Danger signal. Help. Save your strength. That's a bad wound. I'll have a dress for you right away. Then we've got to get you in that bunk and have... No. It's too late for that. Perhaps not. Listen, listen close. Listen to what I say. I, I know who the killer is. I'm the fourth, the fourth one he's killed. Name him. He... Steady now. He is... While the lone ranger tried desperately to save the old man's life, two other riders headed toward the house. I tell you, Bart, if that mysterious killer has got old Cephas Conway, take nothing short of being our worst dog gun puzzle we ever had around these parts. I sometimes think we'll blame fools to be deputy sheriffs, Jack. Why? We do all the thinking and the hard work. We fetch a killer wire. We don't get the blame for it. I know it. We do fetch one in old Thunderhead, just sits there in the rocking chair and takes all the credit. Yeah, just so. But we can't let the sheriff down. Fire-eaten-old healer monster. He had the use of his legs. I'd punch his nose and quit. We can't quit a man in his condition, no? He counts on it here. There are Cephas placed now. But, I wonder how Sheriff Brelts suspected Cephas might be in danger. I don't know. There ain't no way to tell it how old Thunderhead knows things. I sometimes think he just gets blamed good hunches. Maybe that's so. Other times I think he has scouts reporting to him. Whatever it is, he surely shooting keeps us in saddle, either. Sure does, and I'll tell you one thing. If he said us riding all the way to Cephas house, there's nothing more than a hunch at the dog-gone killer that's been working around Osage would strike there. And if said hunch ain't right, there's one deputy that's going to shoot his mouth off a plenty. Hey, ain't that a horse outside Cephas house? Can't tell much in the dark. Looks to be something on four legs. A horse right enough. Cephas ain't no horses that color, has he? Didn't have last week. Here we are. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. There's someone inside. There's Cephas on the floor. Hi, sir. Hands down, sir. Mask, too, the killer. Out of my way. Out of my way. Out of my way, man. Stop shooting. Shoot him. Get him. Well, Sheriff, as soon as he's seen us, there he lowered his head and rushed us. Yeah, and we was looking for him to slap whoever. He took us off guard, smacked into me hard and slammed me back again the wall. That's right, Sheriff. Then he shoved his hand in my face, and by the time we turned around, he was jumbled from the ports to the savelin high-tailing like grease lightning. And you didn't show him? Gosh, we poured lead after him, but he was like lightning, and it was dark as he inside of a mine. Yeah. I don't know why I keep a couple of slow-thinking no-count deputies like you on the job. You let the killer get clean away, and him was poor death to hang for. I'd sure like to see him hang for murder and poor old Cephas. Then why didn't you shoot him? What's the idea, drawing guns on him and then letting him charge into you? If only I had the use of more legs. I'd show you how to bring out laws to justice. I'd sure like to see you. It's easier to sit there and talk. I told you Cephas was in danger, and I told you he'd be the next one to get killed. But how'd you know that? He come here to town last week. Well, me and Jack didn't know that. Did we, Jack? No, we didn't know he'd come to town. Well, he did. He went to Judge Parker and told him he had a pretty fair notion who the killer was. Yeah? That was just after Doc Grant was killed. And Conway was killed just two days after them two immigrants come to Osage. Yeah. Well, as I say, the judge brought Cephas here and he was going to bring me proof as to who the killer might be. I figured it's got to be someone right here in town. And I figured that whoever it was know that Cephas was going to name him and bring in some clues. That's why I sent you two there. Aye, sir, aye. Cephas didn't come as he was supposed to. No. So I wondered what was wrong. You went there and seen the killer in the act. And you let him get away, blast you for a couple of fools? Now, hold on, Sheriff. We ain't the fools you call us. We got something in the way of information that maybe even you didn't know. Yeah. Tell him, Bart. There ain't just one killer. There's two. Two? Just so. When that army rode off, he yelled to an engine. We caught a glimpse of the red skin riding off from beyond the house. That's downright interesting. A red skin, eh? And what's more, we hunted around the house with a lantern and found footprints. The red skin? That's right, Sheriff. He wore markings. If we find him, we can prove he's the man by fitting his feet in them prints. Good. And we'll find him. We'll have him in Scowl of the whole Dark Gone County, if need be, bringing every Indian you see till you get the right one. His name is Tarno. Eh, good to know that. It may help. Now go on, boys. Go on. I wish I had to use some of my legs. I'd show you how to run them killers down. The masked man and Tonto, after leaving the scene of the murder, made camp not far away. The next day, the lone ranger disguised himself and went into town. He returned that evening and told Tonto what he had learned. Everyone in town thinks we're the killers, Tonto. That's right. I had to make that break to escape last night. There was too much evidence to point to my guilt, and I wouldn't have had a chance of proving that someone else killed that old man if I had been captured. No. Tell her in town more, sure. Yes. What'd you find out? Cephas was the fourth mysterious death. Oh. There were two people who came from the east. The man and his wife. They were murdered and robbed. Ooh, do that. I don't know. Then a doctor in town was killed, but not robbed. Then what happened? Cephas came to town and thought he could help find the killer. He had some sort of a clue. Huh? He went to the judge, a man named Parker. The judge and Cephas talked to the sheriff. And Cephas was to go to his home and return with the evidence he had. When he didn't come back, the sheriff worried and sent deputies to see him. Them? Find them dead. Yes. What we do now? There are other facts. There's a murderer around town. Right now, everyone's looking for two men. One with a mask, and the other an Indian. Huh? We stay around here. They'll find us. 20 men are searching. Huh? Maybe better we go away, huh? We go away, tunnel. We'll be considered the murderers. The real killer will never be punished. You got plan? Yes. What plan? Listen to me carefully, tunnel. I'll outline it for you. It calls for risk. But finding the real murderer is worth some risk. The next morning, the sheriff sat on his rocking chair on the porch of his home and watched Jack and Barth ride toward the house, leading a white horse. Hey! What have you boys got there? Come on there, Blackjack! Where'd you get that white horse? Look at the critter fight them rules, huh? Tell him how fast. Tell him, Blackjack! It's four. Get that horse while he hits Blackjack. Hey, is there anything drunk or what? Stereo there. Got the rope, Jack. It'll hold him. How do you like that, Sheriff? We captured the killer's horse. And where's the killer? I ain't seen him. We'd come on a cab and there were signs of one man being around there and his horse. We hunted for the owner, but he couldn't be located. But we fetched the horse anyhow. Well, that's something. The killer's without a horse. He can't travel far now. Hey, Sheriff, there's someone coming. Look at him. Paid horse. Yeah. I don't know. Look at him. Paid horse. Yeah. That critter walking ahead is a red-skinned. Grab him. Grab all engines. Stick your hands up. This is my prisoner. Hold that. Hold on. Hey, you stranger. You are in that paint horse. Yes? Come here. That's what I intend to do. I want you to throw this Indian in jail. By thunder, that's just what we will do. Shut up, Jack. I'll handle it. Hey, what have you got against him, stranger? Trying to take this horse away from me. Yeah? Well, now, engine, where's your horse? That's my horse. Oh, so that big white one's your horse, eh? See how the horse lets a red-skinned touch him? He wouldn't let us do that. That's his horse, all right. And their Marcus is. Well, do you want a prisoner? You will not. Can a man ride into Olsay without being attacked by an Indian? Reckon he can, fella. You're from the East, eh? Didn't I come from that direction? Reckon you did. So the red-skinned tried to take your horse? Yes. Uh-huh. Boys, does their Marcus and Zahiz look like they'd fit the Marks you found? They sure do. Wait. Engine, have you got a name? Hmm. What do you call? Me, named Tondo. Well, the blame-ful admits it. I guess he didn't know who we was and what we seen, eh? You said the part of that masked man was Tondo. And so he was. Sheriff, this here is one of the two men we want. Do you want this man? We sure did, stranger. Don't you worry. You won't try and take no more horses. Is there a reward for him? Well, I... If there is, I'm staying around town. Get on about your business. You didn't arrest him as a killer. All you done was haul him in for trying to take your horse. You don't share in no reward. But after all, I... Well, you'd better clear out, stranger. Lesson, you got business here. But listen here, sheriff. You heard me now. Get along. Very well. No sense letting strangers stay around here and cutting their rewards, no need. I'll lock that engine up. I'll question him by and by. And make him tell where his mass partner is hiding out. Jailed by the sheriff, Tonto must depend on the Lone Ranger to save him from the hangman. The only way the mask man can do this is by finding the real killer. In just a moment, the second act of the Lone Ranger drama will be presented. To continue our story, the sheriff ordered his chair carried to the door of Tonto's cell. Then he and Judge Parker questioned the Indian. Indian, there's a chance that the jury might be lenient with you. After all, the man the law is interested in capturing is a white man. Tonto, not tell. It's true, isn't it, that your part is someone right here in town? Maybe him in town. We all understand that you were just a tool of the white man. No, hold on, Judge. That engine can't savvy your highfalutin' talk. Only way to get him to squeal is by rough handling. That won't make him talk, sheriff. No amount of torture would loosen his tongue. Killer, no, Tonto, not guilty. Not guilty? Why, you local coyote? Do you mean to say you're going to claim to be innocent? We give proof some day. Proof, eh? You have proof? Tonto show proof some day. That's a good one. I'd like to know what that proof is. There can't be none. Sheriff Breld, it's possible that he has proof. Well, if he has, it's proof against his white pod. The engine is guilty of sin. Sheriff, your handicap doesn't quench your spirit, any. Not by your turn, sir. You merit the name or with under head. Never mind that. Tell me this, Tonto. What possible connection is there between the four people who have been killed? The first couple were Robb. But old Dr. Grant had nothing to steal. Neither did Cephas Conway. Proof, come, maybe, bye-bye. Who's bringing it? You find out, bye-bye. Sheriff, the Indian talks as if he was confident this proof would come and set him free. You're from the East. You don't savvy the tricks of Redskine will try and put over, Judge. But Cephas spoke of proof he had. Sure, and he was killed so as the killer could get that same and shut his mouth. Having done so, the Masked Omri ain't going to fetch it back here, is he? I don't know. I'm not convinced that the Masked Man who left Cephas' house when your deputies rode up is the killer. You ain't? Boy, of all the stubborn hard to convince. Did the deputies see him shoot? No, but they got there when he was standing over the dead body. Then he made a break to get away. I know that. And they found that Cephas' place had been ransacked and something took from it. He must have been the one that took it. There ain't no one else could have done it. Well, I don't care. We went back to Cephas' place and looked around some more. Them Prince of the Redskins, all right. No question about that. I could have told you that without you going there. We figured something else out. Yeah? That proof that Cephas had weren't anything very bulky. How'd you know that? Well, judging from the places, the killer looked for it. It was blamed small or he wouldn't have bothered hunting none of the carpet in such places. The point is, did he find it? I don't know about that. All I know is that we didn't find it. Proof come by and by. Huh? What's that? Oh, the Redskins claims he ain't guilty. And neither is his part that rid the other white horse. Other white horse? Well, the engine had one. And you said the masked man hightailed on a whiten. Oh, that's so. But we didn't see the engine's horse. We got it here, ain't we? Right in the stable in back. Say, Redskins, what do you think that proof is due to get here? It come maybe tonight. How do you know? Tell her fetch proof. Him come through Tuttle Pass. Tuttle Pass? That means he's coming from Red Rockway. Isn't that right? We ain't counting on that. You boys just keep hunting for the masked man and the white horse. As evening approached, the men in town began to argue against any further delay and hanging contours. I say we ought to lynch the critter. Ain't no doubt, but what is the planning here? Sheriff's making a mistake and listening to his talk about proof coming through the Pass. That's how I figured it. I say lynch it. But not now. Not while the sheriff's still up and around. Boys, this is lynch talk. Oh, evening, Judge. You better not hang around here. You'll be hearing things. You'd sooner not listen to it. Boys, don't do it. Now, Judge, it ain't no affair of yours. Wait. Perhaps the Indian is telling the truth. Wait, nothing. Sheriff was too blame lenient with him. It's time we had some long order around here. Old Doc saved my hide one time, and now he's dead. I, for one, ain't letting that go without squaring things for him. I say the same. Come on, Judge. You and me will take a little walk. The boys have things to talk over. But I don't. Come on. Put your gun away. Come along. Let's just have a walk. All right. Let me know what your plans are when I get back, boys. We will. Yeah, we'll let you know. Now, boys, if the sheriff had the use of his legs and could get about, then I'd say go and get the red skin right now. Yeah, sooner or better. But being as he ain't able to get about, but to be taken unfair advantage was we to do it so early. We better wait till he's in bed for the night. That's right. All right now. Hello, Steve. You go call on him, Savvy. Yeah. When he goes to bed and settles down quiet, so he won't know what's taking place, you come back and tell us. We'll all be here waiting. Good enough. Then we'll move on to jail and get the red skin. All right. Yep. Let me kiss you. Time I got to bed. Want me to help you? Nope. I've got things fixed in my house here so I can sort of shove from one place to wherever I want to go. Good enough. I'll mosey on them. Good night, Steve. Thanks for dropping in. Night, Sheriff. Good to see you. It's me. Sheriff's going to bed right away. Good. We won't have long to wait then. Let's get down to the cafe. All right. The boy's all there. There and waiting. We can see when the sheriff puts his light out, then we'll allow an extra half an hour and then go get the red skin. Yep. The men watched and waited. They saw the light and the sheriff's house go out and then they went to the cafe and told their companions. Eight long now. Half an hour and then we move. Hey, fellas. Boys. What are you doing here? He was out in the range hunting that mask man. Boys, we come back to town and we just found out that the white horse is gone. You can't do this. Yeah. Taking the barn behind the jail. It's gone. Who took it? How do we know? Jack, that lost don't mean nothing to us right now. We got other plans, Sally. But you gotta listen to him. Black is. The red skin won't never have the chance to straddle that horse again anyhow. We've got to straddle the bridle. Everything's gone. Boy, it's not enough. The judge will tell him. Why the judge? Well, you know how things are. The sheriff ain't able to get above. Most of us go to the judge with things when the sheriff's so bitter when he ain't at the office. As I said, it don't matter none. The sheriff told us never to wake him up with things. Will you stop talking about it? We're aiming to string the red skin up. We can't do it. We don't need to be stopped. Seven or that, Jack? No, if you don't want to start trouble, you won't interfere when the odds are big against you. Uh-huh. Hi, Savvy. Good. Let's get started. Good. When the group at the table rose, everyone in the cafe knew that the hour of hanging was at hand. They'd trooped from the place a volley of nearly 50 men, some carrying ropes, others rifles to prevent interference with their plans. Meanwhile, the Lone Ranger headed from the east and came toward Tuttle's Pass. It's good to be with you again, Silver Old Boy. Everything works out. We'll have time to with us in a few minutes. A man crouched behind a rock at the pass. At the first sound of approaching hoops, he raised his long rifle and took careful aim at the rider. With each second, the Lone Ranger drew closer to the rock. The crouching man was ready. His finger closed in the trigger, but suddenly a sharp command rang out behind him. Drop the gun, Sheriff. Who are you? Come on, Silver! You're covered. You've got yourself away. All right. All right, good friend. But now... That'll hold you, Sheriff. Making you believe you couldn't walk held you above suspicion for these murders. You! You're the masked man, that holler! Yes, I am the masked man. It's out of my to go to jail to let you know that I'd be coming through this pass. He had to make you think that the letter you burned in Siva's place hadn't been entirely destroyed before I got there. You heard me coming and had to make your escape. Stranger in the name of heaven. What's the matter, Judge? Your friend, the Indian. They're hanging you. Hanging? Tunnel? No! Yes. Hail, Silver! You wake me quiet when the judge went through. Shut up! You Japanese ain't nothing to say here. That's the voice we heard. Who is? Wait! That's the masked man. Bring the engine out. He's riding this way. Look at him walk as well as anyone. He's been robbing people for some time. Siva sent a letter about the killings, and he wanted to judge with it. The doctor was killed because he learned that the sheriff could walk. The first two died because they saw the sheriff when he robbed them. Siva didn't know who was guilty when he came to town with his letter. All he knew was that the mysterious killer was an important man in town. The sheriff was afraid so he killed Siva. He had a run when he heard a tunnel in me coming. He threw the letter in the fire and left the house. Siva told me everything before I died. But the sheriff thought the letter gave his name and had not been burned. He waited there at the pass thinking the letter was being brought there. The judge is there now holding him a prisoner. That's how he knows so much. I told the judge everything and he helped set the trap. Go and get the sheriff. Here's your man. He's just waiting outside of town. Come on. 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