 a fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty high old silver, the Lone Ranger. In the early days of the western United States, there was no adequate system of courts. And many times, when one of the frontier towns was aroused by a crime, they took the law on their own hands. The massed rider of the planes fought these lynch mobs with the same great courage that he fought the outlaws who roamed the new territory. He realized that violence was the enemy of justice. And it was he more than any other man who brought peace and security to the frontier, the final victory in the winning of the west. Return with us now those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the past come the thundering hoof beats of the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. The Lone Ranger and his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, were following a trail west of the town of Springdale when they drew their great horses to a halt beside the ashes of the campfire. Oh, oh, so much going on. They were heading for Springdale, Tonto. There's no doubt of it now. That's not right. How old would you say these ashes are? Maybe eight, ten hour. I'd say about the same. That means even the man on foot will reach town long before we can catch up to him if he continues on after dark. You know something, this is one of the strangest trails we've ever followed. It keeps strange. Look at the prints made by the man on foot when he left this camp. They were made before the fire died out. That indicates he built the fire then left without bothering to put it out. The last campfire we came to was the same way. The others, however, had been carefully covered over with earth. Maybe him get tired. Tired and careless. Look at the way he was walking when he left this camp. You can see he was near the end of his strength. That's natural, however. He walked a long way. The strange thing is the trail left by the man on horseback. He must have been nearly an hour, perhaps a little less behind the first man. He's kept that same distance almost the whole way. Although on horseback he should have caught up to the man on foot a long time ago. He not want to catch up. He doesn't. That's plain. I'd like to know why. Maybe we find out. There's no doubt that the man on foot was one of the party of men ambushed near Yellow Creek. Six dead and he was the only survivor. Ah. The one horseback wasn't with that party, however. He rode up to the place where the ambush occurred and took out on the trail of the man walking. One place it looked as though they must have been quite close together. Then the horsemen dropped back again. That's what trail saying. I'm sorry we didn't find this trail in time to catch those fellows. We find them in town, maybe. We'll try. This has got me puzzled. And I won't be satisfied until we've learned the reason for all this. Come, Todd, we'll be on our way. Ah. Hey, old boy. We have much further to go now. Ready, Kimosabe? Get him up scoundrel. Come on, Silver. That evening a man approached a small house just outside Springdale. His head drooped. His dragging foot steps were evidence that he had covered many weary miles. But as he walked up the steps and crossed the porch, he threw back his shoulders and tried to appear stronger than he really was. What's happened? Your boots, Steve. Your clothes. No, don't talk. Sit down, sir. Then you can tell me about it. I'm all right. Oh, gosh, honey. Sure seems good to sit down. Oh, boots almost worn through. Steve, tell me what's happened. Why did you come back? We are Ralph and Greg and the others. Did you leave them? I left them. Steve, something terrible has happened. I know it has. The way you look... Honey, I hope that, oh, Lord, I'd never have to see the things I've seen again. Oh, you're... Oh, Pa, I'm so glad to see you. Mama said you wouldn't be home for a whole week yet. Hello, Ginny. There. Give your Pa a big hug and get right back to bed. It's past your bedtime. But Pa... Virginia, you heard what your father said. Your Ma and me have got some things to talk about, honey. See? Uh-huh. Now, give me that hug and go get your beauty sleep. All right, Pa. Oh, there. Now run along. Good night. And close your bedroom door, Virginia. All right, Mama. Now tell me, Dave. It was engines. Oh, no. Come at us over by Yellow Creek. Honey, we never had a chance. Them sneaking devils was honest before we knew there was engines within a hundred miles. Thank the Lord, you're alive, Dave. The others? Dead. Every one of them. Killed within ten minutes of the first fight we had at Emirates. Killed without hardly a chance to fight back. But you... I don't know how I come out of the live, honey. The others was all hit, so I tried to play pass them. Figured maybe I could fool them murdering heathens. I don't reckon they'd have been fooled much when they started to lift in scalps. But just when I was expecting them to close in, something or other must have scared them off. And, well, anyway, they lit out in a hurry. You don't know what frightened them? I've got a hunch it was nothing at all. It was likely just nervous-like. The redskins around these parts are beginning to learn it. White folks strike back mighty fast when they have to. They ain't taking the chances they used to. You must have walked all the way back. They done for our horses too. You poor darling. Well, it was a chore, honey. And I'm sadly now what folks that have been lost on a trail mean when they say they get to imagine all kinds of crazy things. Yes. Well, once, not so far away from where them engines got us either, I could have swore I heard a horse close by. And I got the blameless feeling somebody was watching me from cover. Might have been an Indian. Well, why didn't he finish me off? Could have done it easy enough. Couldn't have been a white man. Shucks, of course it couldn't. A white man would have given me a lift. You know, like I said, I was just imagining things as all. You know, Dave, right from the first I was against this trip. But only spring day laid no place to keep us safe. I know. And all we aimed to do was get to the bank in Millfield. It seemed safe enough. Seven of us traveling together and no word of Indians making trouble for the last month. The money. Got it right here. Gold and folding money both. I took what the others had and brought it all back. I nearly throwed it away a couple of times, honey. Got that heavy while I was walking. But poor Mary. Greg Saban's all she'll have to live on now. And Ralph's folks and Lem's sister, I had to bring it back to them somehow. Dave, I'm proud of you. Oh, it wasn't nothing, honey. Well, I've got to be getting on. Can't be sitting here while there's work to be done. Dave, what are you going to do? Your horse is saddled. I've seen it outside. I had to ride in the town for food. But Dave, you can't go out. You're exhausted. What is there you have to do that can't wait till morning? No, I don't make a fuss, honey. You know I got to tell a sheriff about this. I can do that. But you can't do the rest of it, honey. It's up to me to return this cash and tell the women folks what's happened to their men. No, Dave, no, you've got to stay here. It's my duty to tell them, honey. Ain't nobody else can do that. And they ain't going to thank me for thinking of myself first. Staying home when I ought to be breaking the news to them. Please, Dave. There ain't no use arguing. Yes, I'm tired. But honey, I'm alive and some of me. But the money, at least you leave that here. Dave, I'd go crazy thinking of your way for me with all that money on you. You know what this town is like. What if someone tried to hold you up? How could you defend yourself as tired as you are? Well, I... I don't think anyone will expect you to return the money tonight. Just tell them it's safe here and you'll take it to them tomorrow or they can call for it. Well, I reckon that's good sense of that, honey. Yeah, I'll put it in this drawer. Now, then, that's satisfying, honey. You won't be gone long. Shucks, no. Just do what has to be done and get back. Oh, Dave. Now, you ain't going to start carrying on now, are you? Well, I just began to realize what you've gone through. If I'd lost you. But you didn't and you ain't likely to. Now, then, you get to bed yourself and don't you do no worry. Well, I'll try not to. That's a good girl. Bye. Bye, darling. Oh, I'm an awful fool. With money in the house, I wish I wasn't here. It doesn't seem safe, but... Maybe I'm amazing and things like Dave said he did. I... Oh! Tell her. What's that? Virginia, my daughter. Mama, what is it? Tell her to stay where she is. It's just her parking back. But I... If you don't, it's going to be just too bad for her, yes, Savvy. It's all right, honey. It's just your father. He forgot something. Stay where you are. Do you hear? Stay where you are. Oh, that's better. What do you want? That cash. And I'm going to have it. Like a noise, lady. It's your kid that'll pay for it. It was scarcely an hour later that Milk Crandall galloped his horse up to the sheriff's office, dismounted and ran up the steps. What in? Oh, it's you, Milk. Sheriff. You look like you've seen a ghost. What's wrong? I... I... Where did I catch my breath? Well... It's Mrs. Fulton. Dave Fulton's wife. What about her? She's dead. Dead? You're local. I wish to heaven I was. Well, blast the talk. How do you know she's dead? And if she is, who killed her? Where is she now? And what is... Hold on. Hold on. Give me a chance to talk, will you? Well, hurry up, dog owner. You know we're neighbors to the Fultons. Yeah? Well, just about ten minutes back, we were running to our place screaming bloody murder. We couldn't get much out of her at first. But one who went to her house was found to plenty. Go on. There was Mrs. Fulton. Edna killed. Shot. Choked to death. Good Lord. And guess who done it? You found out? Who was the sneaking sidewinder? Dave. No. Towards, I tell ya. And Sheriff, there's the best evidence for it you ever want to have, even if you don't think it's likely. What evidence? It's Ginny, Dave's own kid that says she done it. She says he was the only one in the house tonight. He was home once and come back again. And when the girl called out to her mall, Mrs. Fulton said it was Dave was there. Milf, you come with me. We got to find Dave and I'm giving you an order. Now, what's that? You don't tell nobody about this till I say you can. We got to keep this hushed up. Because the minute the news gets out, there'll be a lynching, faddy and townish orish aborn. Now, come on. Later that same night, the lone ranger raced into the camp he and Tonto had made near Springdale. Oh, so good. Oh, boy. So good. I see you're back already, Tello. And me got news. And so have I. Tonto, the man who came into town on foot was a fellow by the name of Dave Fulton. Right now, he's being held in jail on the charge of murdering his wife. Oh, him do that? Tonto, I doubt it. I could look at Dave when the sheriff captured him. He didn't look like a killer to me. Ah. There are some peculiar angles to this case. Dave was found about five miles from town. It seemed that he fell from the saddle of the horse he was riding and was stunned. Dave, however, claims he was hit outside his home and doesn't know how he reached the spot where the sheriff found him. Maybe him tell truth. He told the sheriff about the massacre. Told how he'd walked all the way to town. He told him something else. He'd been carrying more than $1,000 on him. That plenty cash. He said he left the money in the house for safekeeping and had gone to inform relatives of the murdered man. The money, however, is missing. What sheriff think? The sheriff maintains that Dave told the money himself and is hidden somewhere. Dave was weak after his long trip of foot and the sheriff thinks that that explains Dave's falling from the saddle after hiding the stolen money. Oh. The worst part of it is, his daughter will have to testify against him. It's her word that shows he was in the house. Not bad. Yet I'm wondering if her testimony couldn't be turned into Dave's favor. What you mean? I'll explain later. You said you would use? Huh. Me follow a fellow riding horse. Could you find him? Him heap smart. Him hide trail in town. Maybe taunt a fine trail when sun come up. It would be almost impossible to find anyone's trail in town where horses are traveling back and forth all the time. That's right. But I've got an idea. We'll act on it first thing in the morning when it's light. In the meantime, the sheriff's keeping the murder. Even Dave's returned to town a secret. He fears a lynching. And him right. He is. Moreover, that fact will give us the time we need. And we need every minute we can get. Oh, I'm certain of this. If we fail, an innocent man will hang. The curtain falls on the first act of our thrilling Lone Ranger drama. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue our story. The Lone Ranger was certain that Dave Fulton was not guilty of murder. And at daybreak, he and Tonto rode to the spot where Dave had been arrested by the sheriff. Then they picked up the trail and Tonto's keen eyes followed it to the end. Later, when the sheriff arrived at his office, he found himself looking into a gun held by a masked man. An Indian and a short, stocky fellow with a brutal face stood behind the stranger. Don't slap, brother sheriff. I'm not taking chances. Mask! What in blazes? I've been waiting for you. Open up for your office and get inside before anyone comes along. Why you can't? Get in there. I'll fix you, fellas, for this. I'm not that door. I'll see that Garvey doesn't make a break for us. You watch him. You blasted pole cats. Who's this fellow? In with you. He's the man who killed Mrs. Fulton. He's the man who? Hey, how'd you know about that? I know more about it than you do. Sheriff, don't you believe a word this masked fellow says? He's trying to frame me, that's all. Him and Dave were in this together. Quiet, Garvey. Don't talk unless I tell you you can. Now what's this all about? Sheriff, Dave told you someone knocked him out when he left the house. Well, this is the man who did it. Ah! This man followed Dave into town. He knew Dave was carrying a large amount of money. When he saw the opportunity to get it, he acted. Stranger, your story don't hold water. If this umbrave followed Dave for the cash, he'd have helped himself to it a long time before they got to Springdale. If you're aiming to get Dave free on a trumped-up story, you'll have to think up a better one than that. Look at this man's holsters. Huh? Don't you pay no attention to who, Sheriff? I told you to keep quiet. Well, Sheriff, what do you see? Nothing. That's just it. His holsters are empty. Dave carried a gun with him when he came to town. That's why Garvey didn't attack him. He didn't dare. Sheriff, the mass fella took my guns away from me. Wouldn't surprise me, Norman. I don't care whether you believe me or not on that point. There are still other points that show Dave was innocent. Hmm. When his own girl testified against him? You think that proves his guilt. I think it proves he's innocent. You're talking crazy. Why would Dave have killed his wife? That's easy. He never figured. He didn't insist on his giving back the cash he wanted to keep for himself. He most likely told her he planned on stealing it, and they got into an argument, and he seen the only thing he could do was to get her out of the way. And you'll believe he murdered his wife so that she couldn't tell his plan? I do. And why didn't he do something to prevent his daughter from talking? The girl says her mother called out that her father had come back. If Dave was there, he knew this. The death of his wife wouldn't have been enough. His daughter would have to die too. Shay, that's a point another thought of. If a stranger had entered the home and forced Mrs. Fulton to tell Virginia it was her father, then the stranger would have everything to gain by letting the daughter live to repeat what she thought to be the truth. Think what you want. You ain't got a bit of evidence against me. You never will have. There's one thing. Well? If this fellow's guilty, where's the cash? That's something we don't know. We picked up his trail from the spot where he left Dave outside town. He must have hidden the cash earlier. Wherever he hid it, he just covered his trail well. I don't see that you got any real evidence against him at all. Did you find any stolen money on Dave? No, but the cases are the same. Stranger, I'll be frank with you. You got me where I don't know what to think. And especially I don't see where you and the engine fit into all this. Your friend Dave's? Where he might be? That man. I wear for reasons of my own. I am not an outlaw. I don't know what to do. Then I'll tell you. Huh? First, you lock this man up. Well, you can't do that. Now look here, sir. Another one out of you and you'll regret it. As I said, Cheryl, this man is going to be jailed. Well, I sure hate to let loose of him as long as there's any question about who's guilty. Lock him up now. My deputies will be showing up pretty soon. That's what I expected. The cells are back there. Yeah. Come along, Gavi. Go on. Go on. Through this door here. Stay in there, Tutto. Give us warning if anyone comes in. We'll be right back. Cheryl. Cheryl, is that you? Yeah, it's me. You've got to believe. Say, who are these fellas? Hello, Dave. I don't know you, do I? No, but I followed your trail for quite a distance. You followed my trail? We'll talk about that some other time. Cheryl, get this man behind bars. Sure. He's going in this cell over here. Come on there, missie. Get in here. This is nothing but a frame up. All right, stranger, there he is. He won't be getting out for a while. We'll go back in your office. Wait, Sheriff. I want to talk to you. Wait. You can do your talking later. Close the door, Sheriff. Yeah. Anyone coming in, Tutto? Yeah. You may not see anyone. Good. Now, then, stranger, what else you got to say? So far, Sheriff, you've kept the news of Mrs. Fulton's death a secret. If I didn't, there's sure to be trouble. I want you to see that the news is circulated around town. You what? I mean exactly that. You're savvy what you're saying. You're just the same as saying you want a lynching bee. Right. I'll be blessed if I can figure you out. First, you act like you're on Dave's side and you act like you want to see him killed. Tell the people in town you have reason to believe Dave and Garvey were in on the killing together. Stranger, you're blind local. There'll be a mob ready for action, so blame fast you won't know what struck. I'm planning on that. Look here, one of them two fellas is guilty, and I'm willing to admit that maybe it ain't Dave. What's more, I wouldn't blame nobody that figured the killer needed stringing up. But I'll be blessed if I want to see an innocent fella killed just to make sure the guilty one gets his. You wish to know which one of those two men is really guilty? There ain't nothing I'm wishing for more. I'll do as I say and you'll find out. The lone ranger explained what he had in mind, and the sheriff agreed to put his plan into execution. He waited until nightfall before circulating the news of Edna Fulton's murder. It spread through town like wildfire. The brutality of the crime enraged everyone, and not a half hour after the first report, a mob had gathered outside the cafe. Darned by their leaders, the men advanced on the jail, calling for the sheriff's two prisoners. The sheriff and his two deputies placed themselves before the door leading to the sheriff's office, but the mob swept them aside. Then, swinging a heavy ram, the angry men began the work of battering in the door. Come on! All together now! Get them! Come on fellas, all together! The sheriff had placed Garvey and Dave in the same cell. Together they heard the cries of the mob outside. They heard the splintering crash of the ram as it was swung by sturdy arms. Then they heard another sound, the voice of Tonto. You come here. Huh? The engine. Me not once upon a thing. Tonto, get you out. You're gonna rescue us, Redskine? Look, look. Tied to the bar scene in the window. Scout him when he's strong. Him who'll bar out, you climb the window. If that horse can pull out these bars, Redskine, he'll be saving my life. Him who'll... Get him up, Scout. Get him up. Get him up, Scout. They're coming more, Redskine. More! Get him up, Scout. Get him up, fellas. Get him up. That's almost gotta... Get that horse going, Redskine. Get him up, Scout. Who'll... Who'll... There. There, Pa. How do you climb up, Winter? Out of my way. I'm getting out of here. I'm getting out of here. Thanks, Redskine. Yeah, me help you. There. Now what do we do? How are we gonna get clear of town if all that mob finds us? You not worry. You ain't gonna worry. Up with your hands. The skunk, grab your gun, Redskine. Him, bad fella. You'll hurt me. Up with your hands and keep him up. Make a move and I'll let you have it. What you do? You rotten skunk. What am I doing? I'm saving my skin. You fellas can worry about yourselves. Get him up. The poor cat's taking your horse. We can't let him get away with this. But you're going to... Now with a horse like this to ride and just like to see the fella can catch me. Get up. You horse thief. Him do what Tonto wants. What? You wanted that skunk to take your horse? Ah, him fall in fat. Him, fella. Killing your wife. What's that you said? Him, killer. Then that's why neither him or the sheriff would tell me what he was doing in jail. They knew I'd kill him if I got the chance. Now you come, Tonto. That fella not get away. The mob. This way you come. While the lynch mob broke into the jail only to find that their intended victims had escaped, Tonto led Dave to a secluded spot where they found the masked man and the sheriff waiting. Two extra horses were standing nearby. Tonto mounted one and Dave the other. Then the masked man shouted the command and the group raced away. Come on. There's to him. Come on. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. The great horse Silver and the lead, they followed Garvey's trail at lightning speed. Before long the masked man called to his companions. I got a glimpse of him, sheriff. You're a kid? Where is he at? Heading for those woods. You can just make him out. I see him. But what if he sees us? That won't matter. He likely mistake us for members of the crowd that broke into the jail and somehow got on his trail. Riding down he'll be sure he can get away. Come on. This way. We'll approach the woods from the side. Harry Silver, old fellow. Come on. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. Garvey did not realize that he was being followed. When he reached the woods, he drew scout to a halt and... Oh! Hold it, Blascha! Oh! The cash. I've got to clear all this part of the country. But I'll get the cash first. I hid at the foot of this tree. Come on, Silver! What's that? A horseman. But they won't get me. That cash. Here it is. I'll stuff it in my pockets. I've got to hurry. I've got to be traveling. There. Now stand still. You want to recruit her? We're going to make tracks. I think they can catch me, do they? Get up there. Get up there. Get up, local critter. What's happening here? Get up there. Get up. I'll show you. Get up there. Get up there. Blascha! What are you done with this horse to keep it from running? Well, he ain't got me yet. Stay back or take a laddie. Stay back. Put up that gun. You... Oh, my hand. You hit scout. I'll hit you. No. No. Let me alone. Wait, please. You won't want to kill her. I'll fix you. No, Dave, no. Don't let him kill me. No, stop, Dave. You've got to let the law handle him. Dave, don't you try to take the law into your own hand. Ravi, you're under arrest. And this time it ain't for suspicion. If the mass follower was right, we've got the proof on you. No, no. Let me alone. I never done nothing like it. Here's the stolen money in his pocket, Sheriff. It's all gone if he ain't. I knew of a lynch mob through a real scare into him. He'd attempt to leave the country altogether. He'd never leave, however, without taking the stolen cash with him. So he led us right to the evidence. And only the thief and killer could know where the money had been hidden. Sheriff, just let me hit my hands on him once. No, if I'm depotizing you, you're going to help me take this pole cat to the next county where that mob can't get the hands on him. And a deputy has to obey the law. He's got to hang. Don't you worry none about that. It's only a dog on shame. He can't be hung a dozen times over. You're completely convinced of Dave's innocence, Sheriff? Stranger? There ain't no doubt of it. Him and Ravi was both give the same chance to show what they was when Tondo broke them from jail like you planned. But it was Garvey acted like a crook and it was Garvey knowed where the cash was hid. There ain't nothing more to be said. Then our work here is done. Come, Tondo. Get him up. Come. The story you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.