 Fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty high old silver, the Lone Ranger. Those who roam the western United States, no one could match the cleverness and courage of the black Caballero. On two occasions he met and was beaten by the Lone Ranger, but he refused to accept defeat at the hands of the great champion of justice, and a third meeting followed, a meeting destined to end the duel between the two men once and for all. Return with us now to those thrilling days when the West was young, and eventually at the end of every trail, the Lone Ranger rides again. Come on! The black Caballero was confined to the jail in White Springs awaiting trial, but he had already made plans for his escape. Sharing his cell was a former sheriff Ramsey, and as our story begins, the outlaw is standing at the barred window of the cell. He turns his companion and says... Can you see the sheriff? Wait a second. Yeah, I just saw him move, must be at his desk. Where's Steve, the deputy? He's there, too, most likely. I don't see him, but I heard Carlson say something to him a while back. Say, when's that bunch of you is going to go into action? As soon as he's dark enough. Is that already? Maybe making that play any minute now. Hawking Shards? He and Blaze. They come here with dark when the fight at the cafe gets rid of Steve and the sheriff. I don't know who they chose in the stage of the fight. The men who aren't known in town, though. Uh-huh. Look, boss. Well? When we get out, when we clear a town, I'm back with the boys and camp. You're gonna forget about the Lone Ranger, ain't ya? Forget it. I mean, you ain't planning to hunt him out again, are you? Now, it ain't that I'm hankering the body and on your business. But what I see is, why go out of your way looking for trouble? That mask pull has been pleasant to you twice already. Stay clear of him. Shucks, boss. Look at all the cash it's to be had. With you to give the orders, we can just about have things our own way in this territory. But if you're gonna get that fella after us again, it's likely to smile everything. Are you telling me what to do? Oh, now, don't go taking it like that. The Lone Ranger's beaten me twice. But what of it? That's nothing to be ashamed of. You ain't the only one he's got the best of. The first time he won, it was my fault. I underestimated him. Sure, but... Quiet. The second time, he outwitted one of my men. I was led to act on false information. The fella's savvy, that. They ain't blaming you. But the third time I'm... Oh, the third time. Doggone, you're fixing to look him up. I am. But it just don't make sense, boss. If you like keeping yourself in hot water, then it's up to you. But how about the rest of us? Why risk our necks? This time, you and the others won't enter into it. I'll face the Lone Ranger alone. Sounds as if you already got something in mind. Perhaps. You're the stubbornest, Dom Ray. What are you planning to do? First, I must find the Lone Ranger. I thought you had a message that Pedro located him again. Ain't he supposed to be still in the county? We see. And when you find him... I have an offer to make him. What do you mean, an offer? That's it. That should send the sheriff jumping. See, it's Roger Rogers. Mr. Rutgers, down to the cafe. Hey, was your sheriff? They cleared out. Where's Hawk? Where's Blaze and Dirk? Shucks. They got to give the sheriff and Steve a chance to get away, don't they? They'll have to act fast. Who's that? Who came in the office? It's them, boss. This way, fellas. Hurry it up. We got here, boss. Get to work on those bars. Thank you. We'll have to smash them. Get back. You won't be able to break them off. We'll just bend them. Want a hand, Blaze? Get a move on. We want out of here. The sheriff will be back before you know it. The crowbar. Here you are. Now then, together. Spread the bar just a little more. We're getting it. I think that's enough. Boss, see if you can get through. You're first, Ramsay. You can make it. I can. Come on. Hurry, boss. Eat the work. Not the front. The horses are waiting for the upload. Eat that too, boss. Seventy years. No sign of the sheriff yet. We told the boys to make the fight a good one. Into your saddle. I need the upload. They've seen us. Come on. Get up. On the upload. On. We're right to find the Lone Ranger. On the upload. White Springs was thrown into an uproar by the daring escape of the black Caballero, but the posse assembled by Sheriff Carlson failed to recapture the outlaw. The following day, Tonto, the loyal Indian companion of the Lone Ranger, was approached in town by a roughly dressed man who hastily handed him an envelope as to the Lone Ranger, then as hastily departed. Tonto lost no time delivering the message to his masked friend at their well-hidden camp, and when the Lone Ranger read it, he couldn't hide his surprise. Tonto, do you know who sent this? I learn not to tell, Tonto. The black Caballero. Oh? What him say? He wants to come to our camp, Kimosabi. Why him want to do that? He gives no reason. He's written only that if we signal him, he'll ride here alone and unarmed. The signal will be taken as a promise that we'll make no effort to capture him while here. What signal? He seems to know the direction of our camp, Tonto. He'll be watching for a smoke signal. Matt, he's strange. Don't wonder what his purpose is. He's got something in mind. Maybe a trap. Maybe other outlaw. Sea smoke? Raid camp? He says not. He gives his word. His men will not be told of this, and there will be no attack. Him crook? Yes, Kimosabi. But he's not like any other outlaw we've ever met. I think I could take his word, even though he's an outlaw, above that of most men we know. I've learned to respect the man, Tonto. We're on opposite sides, and yet, strangely enough, I trust him. Maybe one day him turn on us. I'm afraid he never will. There are two kinds of outlaws, Tonto. One steals because he thinks it's the easiest way to get what he wants. When he's taught that he's really chosen the hardest way, he can be reformed. The other breaks the law simply because something in him forces him to go against authority. He's not interested in the gain. It's a risk. It's in his nature. He can't help it. Maybe the black caballero is that kind. Maybe you're right. What you do, huh? I don't like the idea of letting him go free. After all, he's wanted by the law. Huh? On the other hand, we don't know where he is. Maybe he shows us, it'll be voluntary. And he hasn't asked us to promise that we'll ever search for him again. Isn't that right? And we can't show him the signal, permit him to come here, and then break our promise by seizing him. He knows our word can be trusted. Help me gather some wood, Tonto. We're going to signal him at once. In a few minutes, a thick billowing color of smoke grows into the air above the masked man's camp. From time to time, the fire was replenished, and till in the distance, there was heard the call of the black caballero. Tonto, let the fire go. He's coming. I'm trying to see him. That's a fine horse he's got. It goes heat fast, plenty strong, too. Hello, there. Hello. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. This mountain. I'm trusting you not to attempt to take my prisoner. You'll be safe while in our camp, and until you've had a good start when you leave. After that, I promise nothing. An hour's start? Agreed. I suppose you wonder why I ask for this meeting. You've got a purpose, of course. I have. I need to tell you frankly, I believe you've been lucky. Lucky? I mean in two former meetings. You sent me to jail twice. As you see, I'm out again. You'll return. I wonder. At least I promise you this. Tonto and I shall not leave this territory until we see you behind bars again, and not the bars of a county jail. I've got too much respect for your ability. You'll go to the state prison. If I believe that, I should not be here. We're wasting time. The business, huh? Quite alone, Ranger. While I'm in the mood for frankness, I'd like to say that in spite of your luck, I'm still confident I'm the better man. Well... And I'm just confident enough to put it to the test. Go on. If you're agreeable, of course. I'll listen at least. This will be man against man. The lone Ranger against the black Caballero. And Silver against El Diablo. I'm rather proud of El Diablo, you know. I think he could show his heels to Silver. And the test? As an afternoon stage to Whitfield. I know. Of course, since you've got my good friend Ramsey out of office, I have any sources of information at hand I had before. The stage occasionally carries gold shipments. I'm afraid I'll have to take my chances on that. If there's gold aboard, it'll pay me for my trouble so much the better. Otherwise, I'll take whatever offers. You're telling me you plan to rob the Whitfield stage? That's a test. You'll have to be more clear. Are you acquainted with the stage, Ruth? I am. And of course, you know the flats beyond the bridge crossing Buffalo Creek. I do. Very well. This afternoon, I shall hold up the stage as across as the flats. If you can prevent me or capture me afterwards, I shall confess you've beaten me fairly. If you don't, and you won't, of course, I shall have had proof of what I suspected for a long time. But it really was luck which aided you before. I have only to see that the stage is warned. It wouldn't matter, would it? What can they do? If they send extra guards, I shall simply wait until they get tired of it. Extra guards can't be sent forever. And what if I'm laying and wait for you? Where? There's no cover once you cross the bridge. If you have crossed the bridge, well, I can always wait one more day. You're a strange fellow. Because I tell you I should hold up the stage. Didn't I tell you once I would rob the River City Bank? Or even torture the day. And didn't succeed. I was, uh, unfortunate. You know that if I do capture you, you will go to jail. The game's worth the cost. You never see me beg off when we met before, have you? You haven't. But as I said, I'd not be here if I expected to be caught. A good gallop, yeah. But caught? Oh, no. You're clever. You've offered a test, I can't refuse. I thought of that. You know, if I refuse, I'd still have to try to keep the stage from being robbed. And you could still put off the robbery if you saw me near the stage. Right. And I'll accept on one condition. Yes? I'll strike a bargain with you. Give me your word. There'll be no gunplay, and I'll promise not to forewarn the stage. I'm not sure. I understand. If I warned the stage, at least a special guard would be sent. Someone who would show fight and probably get shot for his trouble. If the stage isn't warned, I think the appearance of the black Cavalier would be enough to make the regular guard surrender. And no one will be hurt. It's a bargain. This time I say nothing about the day I shall choose to strike. If you aren't prepared, so much the worse for you and the stage. I still don't see your purpose in this. Oh, my friend, you've defeated me twice. I have a certain amount of pride. I shall never be completely happy again until I've taught you that where the odds are even, I am your master. Steady the oblo. Very well. I may strike tomorrow or a month from tomorrow, but you can depend on it. I shall strike. Adios! And we'll meet again in the flats beyond Buffalo Creek. On the oblo! On! You take big chance. He doesn't think so, Tando. He's got perfect faith in that horse of his to outrun Silver. Silver beat the oblo. Well, back Silver any time. I've got an idea, however, that El Diablo will give him one of the hardest races he's ever had. Maybe. There's been a lot of talk in the district about the two horses, Tando. This should prove once and for all, which is the better. I'm glad Silver will have the opportunity to prove himself. Him do it. And the Black Cavaliers visit proves the truth of what I said before. It's danger he enjoys. The thought he can handle anyone he meets. He'll never be satisfied until he's made it clear that our success against him before wasn't deserved. Their thing counter not like. What's that, Kimosabe? Other outlaw. Maybe them try and get you. You mean you suspect this is just a trick of the Black Cavalier? They've already had proof we can depend on his word. Him keep word. Other outlaw hate you. His gang won't come into this. He'll see to that. Tando not sure. You're worried about it. There's no reason. You let Tando ride? Ride? Where? Follow trail, follow leave here. Find out lock camp, hear what them plan. To see if they're up to some trick in spite of their leader? Not right. Tell her if you can follow the Black Cavalier's trail, it's a good idea. I'm not worried about a trap, but this is the first chance we've had to locate their hideout. Before we finish, we want the entire gang rounded. You find the hideout, meet me here. I'll be in camp each day, except at the time the stage crosses the flats. Tando, go now. Not yet, Tando. We promised him an hour's start. Then you can take up the trail. 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. Your story. Blaze, Hawk and Ramsey, outlaws who followed the Black Cavalier were dissatisfied with their leader's plans. Although they said little to him, they gathered at the edge of their camp when the evening meal was finished and discussed the situation with. The crazy, low-code agent. Dog on, conceder his. I tell your fellas, it's gonna get us all in trouble. That Lone Ranger ain't to be monkeyed with. I just assumed to throw up a cage full of wildcats just to dare him to take after me. The boss said we was to stay out of this. What's he gonna do to us if we don't? After it's done, you'll have to take it and like it. Besides, all is really bothering him. All is really bothering him is his being caught in jail that last time. He figures it was Pedro's fault. He's got the notion if we're along to help him again, maybe something will go wrong another time on account of us. Nope. We don't need to let the bosses get mad, stop us. He won't. Not less than we messed up. Well, what's the scheme? The mass-filler can't watch your trail through the flats from anywhere but the woods this side of the creek. Why not? It's the only cover there is. Yeah, that's right. All right then. When he sees the state stop for the boss, that means you'll have to cross the bridge to go after him. Then what? Then we'll be hiding below the bank of the Crick and we'll have blast powder under the bridge already and waiting. When the mass-filler hits the bridge, we light the fuse. And there'll be one less fellow to get in our way. Oh, go on. That sounds all right. Only how are we going to get to the bridge, fix the blast powder and everything without being seen? Get there early, that's all. The mass-filler ain't going to be around except when the stage is due. Well, are you fellows with me or not? There's nothing I'd like better to see that arm-break at blowing sky high. You can count me in. Good. How about you, Blake? Sure, I'll join you. There's something I've been wondering about. Yeah? What goes for the mass-filler goes to the boss, too, don't it? I mean, if the mass-filler has to stay on this side of the Crick to keep under cover, why don't the boss? I'll bet there's something that's puzzling the mass-filler, too. Well, where's the boss going to hide till the stage comes along? Right inside the stage. Huh? Well, there ain't no place anybody could hide on that stage without the driver and owner. It's one of the slickest schemes the boss ever thought up. He ain't never been seen over to leave him where the stage starts out. Now, without that black mask and caper his anyhow, he's going to get in the stage like a regular passenger. Then when they get to the flat, put on his mask and show the driver his gun. Charlie, that's a good one. What's he going to do with L. Diablo? We'll keep him with us when we see the state stop and we'll send him along the trail. And the lone ranger won't know the stage is held up till it's all over and the boss is hide-tailing away. That beats the best they ever heard. Then with a blast and powders sent... What? Come on. What's that engine part of the mass-filler? Well, I plugged him. Give me a hand. If he ain't done for, he's done for. Tonto's absence overnight in the following morning did not alarm the lone ranger. He assumed that the faithful engine was still following the Black Cavalieros trail and accordingly went ahead with his own plans to be on hand if the outlaw struck at the stage. But even as he saddles silver and made ready to ride toward Buffalo Creek, Hawke and his companions were approaching the same destination. Tonto, his hands bound behind him and the wound he'd received bandage was with them, madam. Hawke, you're sure today the boss is holding up the stage? I heard him say so, didn't I? And why else would he have got such an early start this morning so he could make it the leave-out in time? There's the bridge just ahead. Cut over this way. Send the horses down the bank here. Come on, boy. Come on, boy. Come on, boy. Easy, easy. Come on, boy. Come on, boy. Easy, boy. Easy, boy. How's this? Good enough. Better give the engine a hand down. Ah, let him get out of the saddle herself. It takes automaton hurting us none. He'd get down all right. We can't leave the horses here. They'll be seen. Bring L Diablo with us. Get the pardoned fuse out then move them down below there. See them cotton woods? The bank rises just there. Nobody'll see the rest of the horses unless they're in line with the river. Yeah. Get in the powder, please. I got it. Here's the fuse. Engine come along and watches get things fixed. If you behave yourself, maybe we'll even let you light the fuse when it's time to set it off. The Lone Ranger unaware that the outlaws were crossed behind the cover afforded by the bank of Buffalo Creek took his position in the woods nearby from which he could command a clear view of the trail. In the meantime, they went field stage, bounced over the trail and started to cross the flats without either the driver or guard realizing that their seemingly innocent passenger was a notorious black Caballero. Get up. Get along there. Well, all right. We crossed the flat. We're going to go down the river. Well, all right. We crossed the flats and the creek up ahead. Then it ain't but 10 miles. Open your hands, guard. Who? Driver. I need those horses. Black mask. That cape. The black Caballero. The rain up will stop later. I'm stopping. I'm stopping. Whoa! Whoa! Back! Good. You see that white horse breaking from the woods across the creek? Yeah, I can make it out. And a black horse coming up the trail. El Diablo. Yes. Now throw down what which is a bridge or you'll never live to tell that you met the black Caballero. The outlaws sent El Diablo down the trail toward his master. Then they saw the Lone Ranger burst from the woods and send the silver racing toward the bridge. As he came closer, they heard him shout to silver. It's him. Look at that horse trap. Where's your matches, Blaze? Get one lit. Hold it ready when I give the word like that fuse. Right. You'll not like the fuse. Keep your mouth shut, Redskine. You watching me, Blaze? There's a signal. Don't you start that fuse but until I say so. Here it comes. Wait. Ain't it time? One second. Now. There she is. Keep your head down. Hurry, all more. Get back. Reach. Blow up. Get back. Last two engine. Watch out. Duck. The masked man got away. And look, he's seen our horses. He's heading for the horses. Heading for the horses. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Everyone should run to the horses I iran every moment. All of you run like humans. You know we're hungry in vain. So those cottonwoods, old boy. Hey, we have silver. No more. No there. We'll scatter these horse of silver and leave those fellows at foot. We will not move. Count the masked man swiftly loosen the reins of the outlaws' horses and sent them galloping away. Get away with you. Get on there. Get going! Not a second was wasted. The lone ranger leaped into the saddle again, whirled silver, and set him charging toward the outlaws Who too startled at first to act and now clawed at their holsters. Th Leaf, throw at th 엄청! Throw them down Let him out of the cellar! Don't shout. He'll wound it, Tonto. And yet you trip this fellow up. Let me fix him. I'll cut these ropes. Can you hold these men like it back? If you won't bother you too much, Tonto, hold them. You get other outlaws. Right. If they make a move, shoot the kill. Come on, Silver! The masked man had not paused from the time he had first heard Tonto's desperately shot at warning. Now he sent Silver headlong through Buffalo Creek. Then away over the level flats, past the stage he raced, pointing Silver's head toward the distant rider, whose black cape streamed back from his shoulders as his great black stallion fled over the prairie. Hurry, Silver! Hurry! You cannot run, Diablo! Now's your chance to prove it, old boy. Come on, Silver! And yet, mile after mile sped by, while the margin between Silver and El Diablo seemed never to change, the black horse and the lead answered his master's call with every ounce of strength he could summon. Behind him, Silver thundered with all his matchless power. The muscles beneath his shining coat rippled and flowed, scarcely revealing the relentless effort that went into every stride. He knew the object of their chase, as well as his master, and before admitting defeat was prepared to run his heart out, I think we're gaining, old fellow! Come on, Silver! No horse in the world could have withstood that tireless pursuit. El Diablo, holding his own at first, began gradually to let the space between him and Silver shorten. The tattoo of Silver's hoof grew always louder. The lone rangers' shout came more plain to the ears of the black Caballero. There was at last no further mohiff between the tiring black stallion forward. The black Caballero drew up, man. Oh, El Diablo! Oh, Silver! Silver! The game is up, Lone Ranger. I'm your prisoner. Your horse has the strength to carry you back to the creek. He's tired, Lone Ranger. He's tired as I am. I'm up on Silver with you. We lead El Diablo. Matano's waiting. We've got to get back. Come on, Silver. But while they dejected a group of men who watched the return of the lone ranger and the black Caballero to Buffalo Creek, once more the masked man sent Silver through the stream, El Diablo following, then slowed the great white horse to a halt on the other side. Oh, Silver! Oh, boy! Out of the saddle. Lone Ranger. Yes? These men, I heard the blast and saw the bridge blown up. I want you to believe it. Well, it's none of my doing. Him telling truth. Other fellow can't kill you. Him not know. I understand. And they'll pay for this along with the other crimes they've committed. What are you going to do with this? I've told you, leader, what would happen this time. The county jail won't hold you, but the state prison will. You rascal! I'm the quiet, but he... I said keep still. Lone Ranger, I... I said that twice you were fortunate to beat me. Well, perhaps you were. Now, I'm not so sure, but those don't matter. You won again. In this time, there's no question. I lost. And on my own terms. And for the first time, I'm almost sorry that I've won. Sorry, I said the game was worth the prize. It is. Lone Ranger, you've brought me the bills and now, I'll pay. Come on, Silver! Come on, the hills! We've just heard it! The story you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.