 By special recording, The Lone Ranger! A fiery horse with a speed of light, a claw of dust, and a hearty high old silver! The Lone Ranger! Before this exciting adventure, a word from our sponsor. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, the daring and resourceful Masked Rider of the Plains led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. 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 the great horse Silver! The Lone Ranger rides again! Come on Silver! Let's go people! I'm Silver! Since daybreak, The Lone Ranger and Toto had been riding through the Arkansas Valley, observing signs that Indians were on the move. Presently they found the smoldering remains of signal fires and tracks of small mounted parties. Toto, they appear to be raiding parties but the small ones. That's not good. They may be made plenty trouble. We could locate the main body of Indians. They could ride to Fort Mason for troops. Look Kimosabi, we see Sard House of Buffalo Hunters. There's a smoke coming from the chimney. We'll ride there and warn them. As they approached the sod covered dugout, a young woman stood in the doorway watching. As they rained in their horses, she turned and called into the soddy. So we're not bandits. We came to warn you. What? What? Indians are on the move. They've seen the trail of several small parties this morning. They may be out for trouble. We're not afraid of red schemes. You should get this woman to safety. That's my responsibility. Now get out of here before my brother puts a bullet through you. Very well. I advise you to be on guard. Let's go, Toto. The lone ranger and Toto permitted their horses to slow to a walk soon after leaving the sod house. Toto registered his annoyance. Tell her in Sard House, stubborn fool. His name is Sage Gannet. The other man is his brother Joe. How you known, Kimosabi? I recognize a woman. She's the daughter of Seth Watkins, the storekeeper at the fort. Me, no him. I learned recently that she married a buffalo hunter named Gannet. Look, Kimosabi. Miss the Indians. Them shoot guns. Five of them. They're shooting a summer in the draw below. That's right. I'm not serious yet. All right, draw your guns. Go ahead and shoot. One, two, three. Surprised by the sudden attack, the small group of Indians broke and fled on their horses. As soon as the lone ranger and Toto raced into the draw, the other them shoot at, looked like soldiers. Seems we wounded. Save my scout. Are you badly hit? No, no, no. Just a shoulder wound. Toto, get the medical kit. We'll bandage your wound and take you to the fort. Well, thanks for offering to fix me up, but you're not taking me to the fort. Are you a deserter? No. I was drummed out of the service. But you're not interested in that. Just fix me up, friend. You must be Lieutenant Jim Wayne. As you know that. You were accused of theft about six months ago. Death from the Watkins store. For an hour, who would you... You know a lot about me. I'm not a bandit. Easy now while I clean the wound. Brace him Toto. Get to it. For the next few minutes, the lone ranger cleansed and bound the wounded shoulder of Jim Wade. Money had finished, he said. You were drummed out of the service six months ago. Why are you still around here? It's none of your business, but... you saved my life, so I... I guess I should tell you anything you want to know. That's up to you, Jim. I didn't steal that money. But I... I think I know who did. Who? Sage Gannett. Buffalo Hunter. Gannett and I were courting Elsie Watkins. Store owner's daughter. Then money disappeared one night. I took Elsie to a dance. I was playing for it. Yes, I know. But you haven't answered my question. Why are you still around here? Yeah, I... I'm getting that. The money was in a small iron box. If Gannett took it, he hid it. Because he married Elsie and took it alive in a dugout not far from here. Yes, I know. Gannett wouldn't want Elsie to know he took the money. So I... I've been watching him. For months now, I... I've trailed him everywhere he's gone. One of these days, he'll go after that iron box. When he does, I'll have him where I want him. Catch him, fellow. He's fading. He's done. All right. He's got his horse. Do take him to the fort now. The armed sentry on guard in front of Colonel Nelson's headquarters at Fort Mason could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the lone ranger and tautel with Lieutenant Jim Wade supported between them, riding boldly toward him. Holy smokes of masked man in an Indian with Jim Wade. Oh! Get your hands up, mister. You're still winging? I must see Colonel Nelson at once. This man has been wounded. He's losing blood rapidly. What's going on here? We have a wounded man here, Colonel. We brought him here for medical care. He waved. Who are you? This man, NFIME. Here, sir. The bullet. A silver bullet. I see. Yes, I was telling you I didn't recognize you. What happened to this man? He was wounded by Indians. Tautel and I drove them off. He needs immediate care, Colonel. Of course. Sendry, see that this man has taken to the hospital at once. Yes, sir. Now, me, me help you. All the way down to post number one. Mister, you say this is the work of Indians? Yes, Colonel. They're out to make trouble. Well, I want more information about this. Will you come inside? I certainly will. Silver and easy. The lone ranger told Colonel Nelson how he and Tautel had found Indian signs. How they had fought off the Indians, attacking Jim Wade. And also the story that Wade had told them. When he had finished, Colonel Nelson said... I had no idea Jim Wade was still in the vicinity. Do you know what he told you? His story rings true. Yes, it does. I intend to investigate it thoroughly. Later, not now. Why not now? Because of what you say about the Indians. My scouts were at Fort McPherson. I need your services. All right, well, Colonel. If you can locate the main body of Indians, I have enough troopers here to stage a surprise attack. Pardon me. I'll be in. He was having... I'm in, Tautel. We take Jim Wade to hospital. Doctors say he'll be all right soon. I'm glad to hear that, Tautel. Indeed, I am. So am I. Well, Colonel, Tautel, I'll get on our way now. You're doing me a great favor. Bring word the moment we find the Indians. Adios. Adios, sir. This is the place I've buried the box, Joe. Give me the shorthand of space in the center. Yeah. Here you are, Sage. Just to be on the safe side, you keep watch while I dig. That's a good idea. That masked man may have pretended that I had often doubled back. He's mighty tricky. He should show up. We'll be ready for him. We'll pick him and the Indian off of the rifle. Then we'll make the hole a little bigger and bury the two of them. You get the digging, Sage. I'll keep watch. Here it is, Joe. Just what I buried it. Want me to help you? No, no, it's not heavy. Hey, wait, Sage. Go dirt back over that box. All right. Yep. Look to the west. Indians. The masked man didn't lie. Yeah, you're right. Their red skin's all right. Get my vitage. No, Joe. We wouldn't stand a chance. I've got to fight it out here. Give me my rifle. Here. Joe, they've got your horse. Let them have it, Sage. Make them a shot, cop. After leaving Fort Mason, the lone ringer and Tahoe followed the ridges overlooking the valley of the Arkansas for several miles. They adjust in words from a stretch of timber when the masked man pointed to the ground. Look, Tahoe. Here, it tracks the horses coming out of the timber. Ah, may see them. Tracks made by Indian ponies. No shoes on them. It's a fairly large body of Indians. A dozen or more. That's right. We'll trail them. Tracks may lead us to the main body. We'll kill them. We'll continue our lone ranger adventure in just a moment. Now to continue. The lone ranger and Tahoe had gone by the short distance. When they came upon the bodies of Sage Gannet and his brother Joe, their two dead horses lay nearby. Indians were hiding in the timber. This was a surprise attack. Ah, and Indians in hurry. In that stop or scout. Look here, Tahoe. These men seem to have been digging in the ground when they were attacked. Ah. Look around that loose dirt. See what you can find while I examine the body. While the lone ranger identified the dead men as the Gannet brothers, Tahoe dug in the loose dirt and soon found the iron box which she lifted from the hole. The masked man examined it and sent. Tahoe, remember what Jim Wade told us this morning about the money stolen from the store at the Fort? Ah. Money and iron box, him say. This must be it. Jim Wade told us Sage Gannet steal it. Now, what did you do, Clemence? We'll take it with us. We must go to Gannet's widow at once. Cover these men with blankets and we'll break the news to Mrs. Gannet and take her to the Fort. Then soldiers for these men. Elsie Gannet stood in the doorway of the sod house with a buffalo gun in her hands. She leveled it at the lone ranger and Tahoe as they grew rain and dismounted. You get back on your horses and clear out of here. Mrs. Gannet, we've got bad news. Your husband and his brother have been killed by Indians. I don't believe you. How don't I found their bodies about four miles from here? Now you must go with us to the Fort. The Indians are out to kill every white person they find. No. I won't go with you. It's a trick of some kind. Get out of here or I'll use this buffalo gun. I made the box, Tutto. Uh, you get it from Saddlebank. Here, box. Where did you get that box? Your husband had just dug it up from underneath an elm tree when he was killed by the Indians. I know you're lying. I see you recognize the box. Of course I do. It was stolen from my father's store at the Fort. Jim Wade told me this morning that he believes Sage Gannet had stolen it. Jim Wade? What do you know about him? I'll explain everything and perhaps you'll... The lone ranger told how he and Tutto would save Jim Wade from being killed and what Wade had told them about his suspicion of the buffalo hunter. When he had finished, Elsie Gannet lowered the muzzle of the buffalo gun and broke into tears. I believe you. I'll do as you say. I'll go with you. I hope you'd understand. I'll get my belongings together. It won't take long. Tutto, there's a horse in the corral. I'll settle it while I help Mrs. Gannet gather her things. Ah, me do it. Me take Silver and Scout and give them water. Them plenty thirsty. Come, Silver, come, Scout. Hurry, Mrs. Gannet. We must leave here as soon as possible. I'll take it. I'm ready to go now. I'll carry the beliefs for you. Thank you. Let's join Tutto. Wait, keep out of the doorway. The lone ranger pushed Elsie Gannet to the side. Then he too ducked back from the door and threw his guns. He shouted to Tutto, Hello! Hello! There was nobody quiet from Tutto, but the other Indians were coming closer. The lone ranger hosted one of his guns, reached quickly for the heavy door and slammed his shot. He dropped the heavy bar into place, then turned to face Elsie Gannet in the darkness of the dugout. I'll hide a candle so we can see. Here's one on the table. There. How much ammunition have you for that buffalo gun? There it is on the shelf. Only one box? That's all. Sage had planned to go to the fort tomorrow for more. That load lasts long, I'm afraid. What's that? It's trying to pound down the door with heavy timber. Can you have the buffalo gun? There's a fire in the slit in the door. You can shoot through that. Yes, I noticed it. Hurry, they'll knock the door down. I can stop that. The lone ranger walked to the door and carefully slid back the cover over the firing slit. He pulled the muzzle of the heavy buffalo gun through and fired. I will stop them temporarily. They'll try it again. Time after time, the Indians tried to pound down the door of the windowless sod house with a battering ram. And each time, the heavy buffalo gun took its toll and drove the Redskins back. Minutes turned into hours. And around midnight, the lone ranger heard stealthy footsteps on the sod roof. They're on the roof. Luke, they're breaking through with a pig. I'll use my six guns and back. Hurry, they'll break through. The masked man's gunfire drove the Indians off the roof. But only for a few moments. They soon returned. They were driven off a second time by the deadly fire of the lone ranger's gun. They returned again and yet again. Meanwhile, the savages renewed their attacks on the door, only to be met by the fire of the buffalo gun. Finally, it was quiet outside the sod house. And Elsie gathered her nerves taut and tingling with fear. Sat down in a crude chair and buried her face in her arms. Oh, why did I do it? Why did I do it? Poor Jimmy has never known. Silly now, Elsie. They will be breaking. The Indians will soon make another effort to crash the dugout. Here they come. Once again, the Indians charge the heavy door of the dugout and the buffalo gun roared a deadly requiem. They were through to safety. The lone ranger tossed the weapon to a corner. It's useless now. Useless. The ammunition's gone. I fired the last round. But you have your side arms. Yes, one for you and one for myself. Take this one. But you can handle it better than I. There's one shell left in the chamber. One? I'm killed when they break down the door. Don't be taken away. You understand? Yes. I understand. Listen, four cries. They're coming this way. Yes, they're making an all-out attack. This is the end. I still have six shots in my gun. I'll make every one count. But back in the corner will I open the door. The lone ranger lifted the heavy bar and opened the door cautiously. The Indians were coming like an army. Widing hard and waving weapons as they shouted wild cries. I'll let them get closer before I fire. The last man waited and watched the savage charging horde. And then a new sound came above the war cries and a thunder of hoops. At first the lone ranger thought the bugle was a figment of imagination. Then he hooded nearer. And at the same moment saw horsemen approaching from another direction. These newcomers were no painted savages. They were men in uniform. Hard-riding poopers who opened fire with carbines. Look over there, Elsie. The armies. The troopers from Fort Mason. The Indians are turning. They're turning to the side. They're running away. Did you see those men riding with the leading troopers? One's an Indian. No, he's alive. Are you a friend? You must have gone to the troopers. That other man? The one with the bandage shoulder? A Jim Wade. While the troopers raced on in pursuit of the fleeing Indians, Tuttle and Jim Wade cut away from the uniform men and rolled to the door of the sod house. The lone ranger and Elsie stepped out to meet them. Oh, Jim! Elsie, you're safe. That's all it counts now. Tuttle told me about the money. But Jim, can you ever forgive me? No, I never lost faith, Elsie. I knew that someday I'd prove my innocence thanks to the maskman I have. Jim, I see you have your insignia back. And next week it'll be captain's bar, as you'll see on my shoulder. When Tondo came into the fort and told what had happened, Colonel Nelson restored me to rank. And next week I get a captaincy. You're silver, Kimmel County. Good. We'll never be able to repay you and Tondo for all you've done. Enjoy your happiness, Elsie. Jim, you'd better wait here until the troopers return. Oh, you'll wait with me, won't you? No, our work here is done. How do I must be going? I want to replenish my supply of cartridges. Come, Tondo. Easy, silly big fella. Bye. Goodbye, and thank you. Good luck, and adios. Jim, Jim, I'd give anything to know who that maskman is. I can only tell you what Colonel Nelson told me. He's the Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger, a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, is produced by Kendall Campbell Muir Incorporated. A part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Flemer. The announcer, Fred Foy. Listen to the Lone Ranger brought...