 with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a horny house silver, the lone ranger. With his faithful Indian companion Tauteau, 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. Raining hard in Collinsville, sluicing sheets of water sloshed down the winter pane of the bridal bit saloon and formed a miniature river below the single doorstep. Successive claps of thunder seemed to rock the entire building and find an ominous echo within the cafe. But part of the sound wasn't thunder. It was the coughing boom of long-barreled 45s whose hammers were thumbed by outlaws. Suddenly, the door of the bridal bit swung open. Four men back into the downboard, their guns blazed in a wild attempt to cover an unexpected retreat. Their leader, a tall, stoop-shouldered man, shouted orders he ran to a nearby hitch-rack. Some of the outlaws flying led was taking heavy toll. Cautious hands, holding a Winchester, hesitated a moment too long at the cafe window. A bullet ricocheted, and those same hands were clutching the rain-soaked ground. In the excitement of a storm-swept gunfight, no one saw or heard the lone ranger and Tonto bring their horses to a sudden halt, not over a hundred yards from Collinsville's main street. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Keep your sabbie. Look. The whole of Tonto's city. What we do? Wait for me. An outlaw from a lawman in weather-length, just to think I can help. Cat, my phone now. I close an app. Come on. I didn't wing it. He need to die! Look like the shot came from across the street. Nobody over there who was... All right, all. Who? Get your claws up. I can't. I'm wounded. Joe Boyce, I thought I recognized you. And it was the Web Clanton gang. And right? I ain't sayin' nothin'. I need a doctor to tend the arm. Got a slug in there. I wish it was in your head, you masked owl hoot. Take him down to jail, friend. Yeah, come on, you. Ow! Oh, my arm. I'm wounded. Got the wrong with your legs. Come on, move. And we'll line up a posse, Fred, and run that Clanton scum to jail. No, sir. No, sir. No, sir, if you can't do that. Please, for my sake. Oh, Sam Hayes. What are you doing here? That was Webb Clanton's gang. I know it. That's why I'm going after him. No. No, you can't. Now listen, Mr. Hayes, as long as I'm sheriff of this county, a gang of lead-slinging buzzers like the Clanton crew is going to stay around here. Hey, Kiffidge. Please wait. We've been friends for 20 years. Long before you were sheriff. I know, Sam, but we can't... You know why I'm asking you not to trail Webb Clanton? I've shown you the note. He's got Jane, my daughter. If you close in, he might do it. Now, Sam, I can't let Clanton get away with robbery and murder. Just because... Oh, wait. Wait a few days till I pay him his money. Wait till Jane is home and safe. Then I'll be in the front line with your posse sheriff. And I'll kill Clanton with my bare hands. Well, I don't know, Mr. Gendry and I were talking about it just before the hold-up. He thinks especially... Gendry. I mean, you're foreman? Yes. You see, he and Jane... We've been talking since, sheriff. Why risk Jane's life? What did she say? Where were you with Gendry when the gunfight was going on? Oh, we were both siding you and your deputy. I'm just as anxious as you to see Clanton run to Earth, but I... Well, I reckon there ain't much else I can do now. This rain will wash outside as fast as they leave it. Well, at least I've got Joe Boyce on the Lock and King. Where did you come from? I have a note here from a friend of yours. A United States Marshal. It's addressed to you. The United States... Let me see that. Sure. What? Boy, this says that you... They heard that you needed some help. My Indian friend and I were heading this way. I guess it's all right. This is in the Marshal's handwriting. And things have been popping here in Collins County. But you wrote in too late. That's so. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. That's so. Webb Clanton and his gun slicks just held up the bridle bit. Not over 10 minutes ago. They killed one man. Yes. Yes, I know. I was across the street. I tried to help, but you and your deputy were right in my line of fire. Well, I'll be... It must have been you who winged Joe Boyce. I thought there was some... Aren't you... Aren't you going after Clanton? No, I figured on it. But Sam Hayes put up such an argument. Who... Who's Sam Hayes? Owns the biggest spread here in the basin. Oh. You see, about a week ago, Sam's 20-year-old daughter disappeared. He got word that Webb Clanton had taken the girl. Is that true? And there's what we can find out. Clanton wants 10,000 in cash. Sam's willing to pay, but he has to borrow it from the bank back east. Money won't get here for three or four days. And in the meantime, Clanton rides rough shot over the town and the county. Yeah, that's about it. He knows Sam as a friend of mine and... And, uh, Mr. Hayes received a note? Yeah, found attack to his front door. No, Lou Gentry was the one who found it, and he went hog wild. Lou, uh... Who's Lou Gentry? Foreman at the Hayes Ranch. Guess he's kind of sweet on the girl, Miss Jane, wants to marry her. I see. If I only knew where that Clanton's side wind and his gang of snakes hide out, I'd run him down anyway. How about the, uh, man you have here in jail, Sheriff? Oh, Joe Boyce? Well, he's in the gang all right, but he's just a small timer. Clanton would be too smart to tell him anything. There must be some way to get to... That reward notice with the picture on it you have tacked to the wall over there, Sheriff. Oh, that's not a picture of any of the Clanton gang. It's Floyd Hicks, train robber. He hasn't been around these parts for two, three years. Oh, that doesn't make any difference. Look at the picture. What about it? Evidently, no one has ever seen Floyd Hicks' face. In this drawing, he's wearing a black mask. It's like mine. Yeah, the critter always works. Why can't, uh, why can't I be Floyd Hicks? At least long enough to be arrested and put in that cell upstairs with Joe Boyce. What's the idea? You want to locate Clanton's hideout, don't you? Oh, no, it won't work. That Joe Boyce is a cagey critter. Sheriff, uh, suppose you arrested me in broad daylight with plenty of witnesses. Even Joe Boyce would believe that. Then what? I'll tell you later. Just be sure your deputy is walking down Main Street early tomorrow morning. A warm rays of a rising sun found Collinsville sleeping peacefully. It also found Fred Simpson, the sheriff's deputy, under strict orders to patrol Main Street. I don't can't see any sense in me walking around. Well, I'll be... I'm gonna break in Frank Russell's store. He's masked. Well, come on. Throw up your hands, you thieving skunk. Or watch out, he's reaching for his gun. You're too high, Sheriff. Bring it down or he'll get you. That one drilled your hat. You better be careful. Yeah, he's making this thing too dog-gone-real. What? Uh, nothing. Hold your fire. I'm through. Come on. Hey, Fred, you know who this vomit is? No, I never... It's Floyd Hicks, the train robber. Hicks? Are you sure? He matches the picture on that reward notice in my office. Ain't that right, Hicks? I'm not talking. I've got a cell waiting for you. I'll get moving. One of the Clanton Gang. It's good enough for you. You can see both sides of the street from that window over there. What about it? Are you really Floyd Hicks? I haven't asked you any questions. Talk big, don't you? Too big to stay bottled up in a rattle trap jail like this? I'm getting out. Yeah? Tell me how, and I'll go with you. No, thanks. I don't usually run with two-bit cattle rustlers. Two-bit? Say, I don't care who you are. You're talking to one of the Clanton Gang. It doesn't mean anything to me. And you wouldn't mean anything to a Webb Clanton. Good. That makes us even. But, uh, you're making a break. Let me go with you. You'll need a hideout. I'll take you to ours. Maybe Webb could use a gent like you. I wouldn't. All right. Maybe I'm crazy, but I'll take a chance. How do we do it? Just start yelling. When the sheriff gets here, I'll do the rest. My brock's in the corral out in back. So is mine. All right, start yelling. Yeah. Yeah! Ah! This man must be sick, Sheriff. Can't you do something? Well, I'll see if I can. Run for it, Joe. I've got his gun. Come on. Head for the corral. It's your sheriff. Oh! Oh! Good. You'll hear from me, Sheriff. Why, how are you? We've got to ride here, Silver. Say, why don't you pick up a horse like that? Very big fella. I won't have him long if the law finds us. Come on, Silver. Get up, boy! Hideout. Ah! It's up ahead. I thought some of the boys might have their eyes peeled. Yeah. Somebody's doing a lookout. Must be Pike. I figured we couldn't get this close without the insane. Hey, Pike! Me, Joe Boyce! I didn't seem to hear you. Yes, he does. He'll be here in a minute. We all figured the law had you nailed down. Floyd here helped me make a break. Oh. Floyd. There's Jeff riding the white horses. Floyd mixed. He's... Hey, wait. Webber's coming down here. Tell that to him. Sure, I will, but I just... Here. Glad to see you busted out. Hello, Web. Who's the hombre riding with you? It's the idea of wearing a mask. He helped me to make the break. This is Floyd Hicks. What'd you say? He just told you my name. You've heard it before, haven't you? Yeah, I have. So is the big boss I work for. He's up at the cabin now. And I'd like to meet your boss, Clanton. Maybe he and I could do some business. Maybe you could. Sometimes he wears a mask like you've got to. Come on up and meet him. Lead the way. No, you'd better go first. The boys and I'll trail behind. Anything you say. By the way, Clanton, who is your boss? A gem named Floyd Hicks. And you're gonna meet him. 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. To continue our story, under the drawn guns of Web Clanton, Joe Boyce and Pike Tanner, the Lone Ranger rode ahead along a narrow, rocky path. A few moments later, they reached a clearing on one side of which there was a rough wooden cabin. Who are they? Who's there, buddy? Oh, shady boy, brother. Get the dirt, stranger, and stay in front of us. Usually, big man. This is your hideout, eh? Yeah. And the boss will sure be anxious to... Here he comes now. His mask does look something like mine. Web, what's the idea? Who's this? An hombre who says his name is Floyd Hicks. Oh. What's your answer to that? I'd rather not say anything. He's faking. I don't know why, but... I know one thing. I don't like it. To tell the truth, neither do I. Listen, cowboy, I'm pretty handy with both of these guns. No, you won't. Joe, good to see that. Yeah. Why, anybody can get lucky. I'm gonna... Let her keep them in leather, Clanton. My hands, both of them are nicks. Graduates won't hurt you. I... Yes? Going over to the shack and bandaging my hands. Come on, Web. Although you'd better decide that any name I care to use... My home business. Van Dan over there on the table. Teared up. I gotta bandage my hands. Sure, Lou. Wait a minute. That's the way. Easy now. That hombre does sling some fast, Led. Ah, luck more than anything else. Wonder who he is and how Joe happened to run into him. I don't know and I don't care. It's your gang. Get rid of them. Yeah, I'll get... How about the money from old man Hees? He's got a telegram. It's being shipped in from the east on tonight's train. In gold? It'll be cash. That's all that matters. It's all right. That's good enough. I want you and the boys to meet that train. Grab the box out of the express car. I thought we was holding the girl so Hees could pay us that money. We're gonna keep on holding her. As long as the old coot can't pay us off, you and the gang can keep on operating. Yeah, I get you. Web, that hombre just high-tailed us. What? Why did you stop him? Well, I ain't anxious to argue with anybody. That's all right, Web. The good thing he pulled out saves you the trouble of drilling them. Yeah, but keep me... He'll close it here after the job tonight. Remember, that train closes in at midnight. Yeah, we'll be there. Web, tell me something, will you? Yeah, what? Is he really Floyd Hicks? Sure. Then who's the other gent? The one who helped me break jail? I don't know. We're rid of them anyway. Eight to five, he's just some local cop. Aren't you trying to break in on the big time? I've located Web Clanton's hideout, but I haven't found the girl. Now, what do we do? I'll listen carefully. We'll have to work fast. Go to Sheriff Kittridge. Tell him I'm with the Clanton gang. You better get some men together. And you pick up my trail and guide them. Catch a crook? Call at the same time? No, let me know when you're near, but don't close in till I return your signal. Do you understand? You may call like Nightbird. Good, I'll see you later. Come on, Silver! Oh, Silver, easy. I'll be in sight. Guess heaven, Mr. Silver. So you're back again, huh? Yeah, Joe. I'm back. I can't figure you out. Hey, they can your friend with a black mask. The one who says he's Floyd Hicks. Where is he? Gone. Web Clanton's over in the shack. But I don't think you're... Oh, thanks. Hey, what the... You know better than to reach for those guns hands on the table web. Why? Answers to a few questions. What kind of questions? I, uh, heard some talk as I drifted down the line, Clanton. Talk that says you've got the law around here buffaloed because you've got Sam Hayes' daughter hidden away. Is that right? Suppose it is. Where's the girl now? What do you want? A cut on a payoff? Maybe. No dice. We're not cutting in every freebootin' cowpoke. And I'll stay right here until you change your mind. You're gonna have a long wait, stranger. I haven't got anything else to do but sit here. Neither have I. Afternoon and evening hours, the Lone Ranger sat in the outlaw shack and watched Web Clanton. Very few words were spoken. Several times, Clanton made a move to rise from his chair. But he changed his mind when he saw the masked man's hand slide toward the silver-mounted guns. Finally, Web Clanton realized it was almost midnight. He'd have to do something. Say, this is kind of local. This watch party, I mean. You and me just sittin' here and... Where is Sam Hayes' daughter? I don't know. I'm gonna sit here until you remember. I suppose I did tell you. Just what good would it do you? But you can't get the money alone. It's my business. I can tell you what, cowboy. If it's cash you want, I might be able to steer you into another proposition tonight. I'm listening. There's that train comin' into Collinsville at 12 o'clock tonight. And there's 10,000 in gold right in the express car. I mean, the boys just figure it out. Where's the girl? Now forget the girl. Then you might as well forget about the train and 10,000 in gold. But I've gotta meet the train, because I'll tell you where the Hayes' girl is. Where? A train like this one, about three miles up the canyon. Whose weather? Nobody, unless Floyd Hicks is up there. Who arraigns the abduction? You or Floyd Hicks? Well, it was Floyd's idea. When are you going to see him again? Tonight, right after the express car job. You'll meet us here. All right, Clanton. I'll take your proposition. And now you're talkin' sense. What do you want me to do? Just side me and the boys. Handle them smoke poles like you did today and you'll be doin' fine. Anything else? Yeah. If you run him to the old man down there or say him Hayes, don't drill him. We need him alive. Naturally. And Floyd said be careful of Hayes' foreman, too. Who's he? I don't know. Never seen him. Anomaly means gentry. In other words, kill anybody, but Hayes and gentry. That's a ticket. What are we waiting for? Nothing. Come on. Joe. Point. Here's a letter. Stylia Bronx. Head for town in the railroad depot. Where do we go after this is over? Now back here. Get up, boy. Come on, soldier. Got a light down. Train's due any minute. Where those express cars? Joe and Pike. Are you? Here she comes. Take the left side, stranger. I'll cover this in. All right. Pike. Yeah? Watch that dumb lobo. When the lid starts flying, make sure he stops some of it. Sure. Where's he now? Across the tracks. Now watch him. What was that? Ah, Screech Owl or something. I'll keep your eyes on that mask, ombre. Open up, or I'll blast over. Joe's tackle express car. Come on. Octo sent that fast shooting. Get your hands up, Planton. You two, Joe. Double cross for you, dirty eyes. You save a lot of trouble, Joe, by dropping that gun. Yeah. Drop it. Sure. All right, Sheriff. Here's two of them. Good. Fred's got the army who was trying to shoot off the express car. Who are these? Planton and Joe Boyce. You're a web-Planton, eh? This is the best news I've heard in two years. I hadn't been with this double shot up. Where's Sam Hayes? Did you tell him about that? Sure. Sam came with us. He's around here someplace. Uh, I've got some good news for him. You look happy. You catch all crooks. I jet, Toto. There's one more I'm still after. Hey, Sheriff has told me all you've done. I want to thank you. That isn't necessary, Mr. Hayes. Your daughter is safe, I'm sure of it. You'll find her in a little shack about three miles up the canyon. Toto will find it for you. Jane's safe. Thank him. Lou. Oh, Lou. What's up, Sam? Jane's safe. Safe and sound. This masked man knows where she is. Well, I'm glad to hear it. And we're mighty grateful to you, stranger. Well, there's nothing to be great for. Wait a minute. Well, what's wrong? Let me see the back of your hand. Is this bandage covering a bullet wound? Well, no. I mean, yes. I was cleaning my gun. You're Lou Gentry, aren't you? I work for Sam Hayes. But your real name is Floyd Hicks. Hicks? How can Gentry be... The proof is right down his hand. A bullet from one of my guns made that wound this morning. Well, I was talking to Webb Clanton and a man wearing a mask like mine. He said his name was Floyd Hicks. You're under arrest. Not one of them. No, you won't. Fred, you'll have to carry him to jail, Sheriff. I, uh... I think Fred and I can handle him, all right? Toto. Toto, you held Mr. Hayes locate his daughter. You shouldn't have any trouble. Clanton said the shack was right above the hideout where I was today. Ah, me do it. Here, Silver. Wait. Wait, you've got to tell me who you are. You've captured a gang of outlaws. Saved my daughter's life. And you can't be just nobody. Easy, big fella. That isn't important. Adios, Sheriff. I'll meet you later, Toto. Come on, Silver. But, Sheriff. Sheriff, I can't understand it. It's impossible. Oh, nothing is impossible. So, the Lone Ranger... You have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.