 A fiery horse with a speed of light, a car of dust, and a ha-hey-hay-oh silver! The Lone Ranger! With his faithful Indian companion title, 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. A lot of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the Great Horse Silver! The Lone Ranger rides again! Hold still there! Let's go become! Pulling through the untiring efforts of the Lone Ranger, an notorious outlaw went to jail to serve a lifetime sentence. But Breed Martin was smart as well as ruthless. He was in the territorial prison for only slightly more than one year when he affected a daring escape. Firing ass! Why are they all armed? Warden at the jailbreak. Breed Martin got over the wall. Get all the available men together. Bring the bloodhounds. We must find Breed Martin before he finds the man who captured him. All the time he's been here, Warden. He's been bowing to get revenge on that masked man. Breed Martin won't rest until he kills the Lone Ranger. During the weeks that follow, there was an extensive manhunt that spread over several states. But the forces of the law were pitifully small to cover the vast territory west of St. Joe. And Martin made good his escape. No one suspected that the half-breed had taken refuge in the position of a guide for a wagon train. Jim Hockness was the leader of the wagon train. His wife was at his side in the first of the prairie schooners. Oh, there you go. Easy boy. Easy boy. Hey, you, Mr. Hockness. The guide is calling to you, Jim. What's on your mind, Martin? I'll climb up in the seat beside you, let my horse travel alongside. Anything wrong? Well, yes and no. It's been resentment, Bre, whenever you hired me as your guide. Regimentalism? Walt Davis has his own ideas about the right trail. They're different from mine. Walt Davis is a stubborn little man. With this, we should cut north instead of barren towards Santa Fe. You've been talking to a lot of the men. Oh, he has, huh? Walt is just young and immature. He's using your age against you, Hockness. I've heard plenty of talk in the camp. I hate to think Walt would turn against me. Well, he's turning against you, all right. He's telling everyone there's a better future in the north for the men with nerve and turries to tackle the trail. Yes, Walt spoke of turning north some time ago. When I ruled against it, I thought he'd just let it drop. Well, he hasn't let it drop, not by a jug for it. He's working behind your back, and I thought you should know it. Thanks, Martin. Thanks for telling me. With seeds of dissension firmly sown in the leader's mind, brief Martin returned to his horse and dropped back in the train on the road alongside a much younger man, Walt Davis. I like you, Davis. I hate to see you get a dirty deal. What do you mean, Martin? You said some mighty nice things about Jim Hockness. Sure, fine, man. He acts like a good friend of yours. He is a good friend. He's saying you told lies about him. He thinks you've been turning some of the men against him. Well, that's not true, but I ain't saying it's true, Walt. I'm only saying it's what Hockness is spreading around. I know a lot of men who prefer to take the northern route, but they're willing to go along with the majority. I haven't turned anyone against Jim Hockness. Well, I reckon Hockness is accusing you because he's jealous. Jealous? Yes. He's sensitive about his age. Jealous because you're younger. He figures you'll outdo him when the wagons reach a place where you folks can settle. He figures you're aiming to be the head man of the settlement. Why, that's not true. I figure that's why he's saying all the ugly things about you. Ugly things? What do you mean? Well, you know how things have been disappearing from the different wagons during the past few nights. What about it? Of course, Hockness didn't come right out in the huge view of being a thief. Did he hint that I was a thief? Why, that two-faced old toad. As I see it, he hopes to set the men against him. That is, as many of them as he can. I see. I am sure sorry that I had to be the one to test you. That's all right, Martin. Thanks. Yeah. Now I reckon I'd better ride ahead of the wagons, look behind that hill. It's about time to watch for a camping place for the night. Yeah, I better do that. Well, I'll let you know if I hear any more. Yeah. Yeah, thanks, Martin. After escaping from the prison and before joining the wagon train as a guide, Greve Martin had made contact with a band of renegade Indians, whose leader was known as Brown Fox. The renegades had maintained a position not far from the wagon train, and Martin rose to meet them after crossing a small hill. Hey, Brown Fox. How? You're doing fine at keeping abreast of the wagon train and out of sight of the men. You make big promise, plenty cash, plenty gun and blanket. Yeah. You get all I promised you, Brown Fox. Wagon train, plenty big. Too many men to fight. You won't have to fight the whole train. I'm arranging for a split up. Huh? What do you mean? I'm stirring up trouble between the leader and another chance. Inside of two days, I'll have that wagon train divided. Half will head north, the other half will shove on towards Santa Fe. Then it'll be easy to attack. Oh, that's good. You keep moving ahead on the Santa Fe trail, but keep out of sight. When we attack? I'll let you know. I'll get back to the wagons and keep things stirred up so as Harkness and Davis will reach a showdown. You the big one. When the wagons were halted, each small group made its own arrangements for the night. Reed Martin went to Harkness, then to Davis, and repeated the performance, adding fuel to the fires of dissension he had started. Jim and Mary Harkness, older than most of the others, made their camp a simple one. Now, as soon as the coffee is boiled, we can start eating. I don't feel much like eating, Mary. Oh, you'll feel better for a solid meal, Jim. Don't let Walt Davis bother you. Remember, he's young and impetuous. He's working behind my back, and I won't settle for that. Mary, it's the same as nuclear. This wagon train is like an army. We've got to have discipline. Where are you going? Walt Davis is standing alone, man. I want a few words to it. Please, Jim, now don't make trouble. He's the one that's making the trouble. I'm going to put a stop to it. Please, Jim, please wait till after you've eaten. Please, now come back here, Jim. Davis? Davis, I want to talk to you. Oh, you do, huh? Well, stop talking. I've been hearing a few things. Well, you're not the only one. I just want you to know you're not needed in this outfit. Oh, so now you're inviting me to full stakes, is that it? Seems to me you don't need any invitation. Well, I don't. I wondered how soon you'd get around to speaking your piece to Mark's face instead of behind my back. I don't say things behind any man's back. Oh, you don't. Hey, Jim, don't start a row here in the camp. I'm not starting any row. This old goat doesn't want me in his outfit. He can go his way, and I'll go mine. I don't want any troublemakers. I've said that at the start, and I say it now. Now, Jim, maybe you're mistaken about the thievery. The thievery? Yeah, what's the trouble, Jim? Martin, you keep out of this. Davis, is it true that you've got half of the outfit ready to cut loose with you? And what if it is? So that's what you were doing when you rode from one wagon to the other during the last couple of hours. Lining up men to desert the trail. Oh, what if I was? Funnier men would rather take the north trail. Then they can take it. Now, hold on, Harkness. You run up against the Indians or something. You might need the younger men. We'll get along without them. Yeah, you bet you will. Of course, I'm just a guide. But it seems to me that maybe if you apologize to each other... Well, I'll be apologized for what? You may have said things without thinking. I've said nothing I don't mean. That goes double for me. I'll be glad to be rid of you. Sorry, others who are going north with me. Now, don't have any trouble. I won't have any trouble if Davis wants to leave us. He can do it. So can anyone else. We don't need him. You might regret this, Harkness. I won't regret this thing. Neither will I. Hey, how many of you aim to go with Davis? I'm going with you. Wait, Mark. This is none of your affair. Well, I gotta know, Harkness. Jim, it won't do this thing. They're already split up, Mrs. Harkness. You couldn't hire me to stay with this outfit. I'm going north. Me, too. I'm going north. All right, we'll settle this right now. We'll divide the wagon trains. Those who want to can follow me on the Santa Fe trails. Those who want to head north can follow Davis. All right, let's go. Approximately half of the wagon owners, mostly the younger men who are more adventurous, decided to follow Walt Davis and the next morning two lines of wagons, instead of one, rolled out of the camp and separated. Meanwhile, the Lone Ranger and Toto were riding slowly across the plains. Neither man had the slightest suspicion that Breed Martin was in the vicinity. They didn't know that Breed had escaped from prison. They hadn't even thought of the outlaw for over a year. When the Lone Ranger reached the point where the wagon trail divided, he signaled a halt. Hello. Hello. Look at those tracks. That wagon train we hear about. Must be the same one. Why trail divide? Split trail generally means a disagreement. There are Indians west to here? Yes, I know there are. Then plenty bad Indians. Then see small wagon trains? Maybe make a track? The olden trail is harder than theirs of even strongmen. The pioneers could realize that their security often lies in sticking together as one strong unit, instead of splitting up because their nerves are raw and their tempers on edge. Pioneers help west to stroll. That's why we must do all we can to help the pioneers. Toto, those Indians we saw earlier this morning are planning to attack the wagon train, and I want to know it. Maybe me ride back, talk to the Indians. We'll both go, Toto. Plenty dangers for you, Kimitabi. Indians see white man with good horse, good guns, maybe stealing. They might rob a white man, but I doubt if they'll move against another Indian. Open the saddlebags and get out that buckskin clothing while I darken my complexion. West like Indian? Yes. We'll ride into the camp of a couple of renegade Indians and see what we can learn. The curtain falls on the first act of our lone ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue. Soon after the wagon train divided, Reed Martin, new advent traveling with Jim Harkness, rode far ahead to meet Brown Fox. Oh, over there. Oh, why are you here now? I know you didn't expect me till later, but you see, Brown Fox, things worked out fast and I figured, what happened? I told you I'd started hard feelings between two men in the wagon train. The argument came to a showdown last night. The wagon train was split up this morning. Half the outfits traveling this way, the other halves heading north. We've got more than enough men here to attack the Harkness out here. When we make attack? You know, the wagons can't follow the trail I used over the mountains. They'll let the wine through the valleys. It'll be some time before they get close enough to attack. I've got a place for that attack all picked out. Get your horse and come with me, I'll show it to you. Other Indian gold? No, tell them to stay here and get their firearms ready. I need the other! I need the gold! We get horse. We gold. While the Lone Ranger worked on his disguise, Tahoe stripped away all but the bare essentials of Silver's ornamented trappings and dobbed the remaining gear in the silky white coat of the horse with mud. The Lone Ranger darkened his face with steam and put on a headband and springed buckskin clothing similar to that worn by Tahoe. He looked like another Indian as he rode beside his friend through the hills to the camp of the renegades. As the two approached, they saw the Indians visually clean firearms and sharpening their knives. Several of the Indians rose to meet the newcomers. Stay up, relax. How? Who are you? Need to water. Water, water means? Water. Tahoe did the talking in the Indian tongue, explaining that he and his friend had traveled far and sought food. This way, him give food. Good. The Indians are getting ready for something, Tahoe. They're trying to find out what it is. It was a simple matter to learn the plans. The Indians explained that they would soon have newer guns and rifles, plenty of ammunition, and money as well as blankets and jewelry and other things that would be divided after the attack on the wagon train. Meanwhile, Breeze Martin and the Indian leader, Brown Fox, were returning to the camp. Plans for the attack had been completed as they rounded a big rock and saw the other Indians 50 yards away. Look there. What is it, Brown Fox? Two horses. Just a minute. Hold it. Hold it. Why do you stop? I want to look at those two newcomers. One of them looks like the Indian partner, the mask man I've been hoping to get. It's Tahoe. You know other men? Yes, I do. I bet all I've got or ever will have is a man standing beside that white horse with no engine. Look this way. Tahoe hitting the saddle. They're coming this way. Get your gun ready, Brown Fox. Let me do the talking. That's where I keep a promise I made to myself. I'm going to keep the lone ranger. There we are. As it was raining, the lone ranger recognized Breeze Martin. It was a stunning surprise to see the outlaw out of jail. It was hard to keep his face in passage. Holding guns on both of you. Hold your hands to shoulder level. I see through that disguise. I know who you are just as well as you know who I am. Out of jail, I breed this. Downright grateful, you for coming here so I can square counts. You know what I'm going to do. You're going to try to kill me. Not the way you think. You're going to die slow and I'm going to watch. First you'll have to disarm me. You want me to come close and then you'll make a fast move and try to grab me or something, huh? Well, I'm taking no chances. Brown Fox, call your men. Come to come here and toss ropes on these two. Drag them to the ground and take their guns. After that, I'll give the orders. The low ranger knew that there was scant hope of escape while Greed, Martin and Brown Fox had tried their horses, held guns level less than six feet away, but he knew that all hope would be gone when the rest of the Indians came up. He had to gamble desperately. He glanced significantly at Otto and then rammed his heel against the side of his great horse, Silver. Now you react to this if you were on spring. Silver lunged against Greed, Martin's horse. The outlaw fired, but he was off balance. The masked man's a breeze hand came down with a stiff finger chopping blow to the side of Martin's neck. His other hand shot like a battering ram to the chin. I take it. Brown Fox turned toward the action for a split second and gave Tunnel time to charge. Tunnel grabbed Brown Fox's gun and used it as a club on the head of the renegade leader. Greed, Martin, stunned, fell from the saddle. Come on, Tunnel. The uncoming followers of Brown Fox fought it in their tracks and brought up their guns to fire a volley. But they were too late. The masked man and Tahoe had rounded a massive boulder. They were out of sight and dashing into the sheltering hills. Greed and Tahoe were well away when Greed, Martin regained consciousness and learned from Brown Fox what had happened to me to say those two escaped. Oh, that's right. Him know we plan attack for something. Yeah, that'll give him time to go to Fort Bend and get soldiers. We'll get it worked out. We'll start to that wagon train right away. When the soldiers get there, they'll find nothing but some burned-up wagons and dead pioneers. Given Martin describing the leading wagon has been striving for a long time. He looks back. Then what did he do? I just did wrong for good. Lord Davis? Yep. You didn't give war the chance to deny any of the charges, Jimmy. Wait. What's that? It sounded like an Indian. There's more of them. Hold it. Jimmy, you need to have more fat. How far away? I'll be here in a few minutes. Come on this way. Pass the wagons into a circle. Get up there. Get the rifles out there. Come on. The long range are having even considered riding to Fort Bend in 488. He remembers that the wagon train had split. He paused only to remove his Indian disguise. Then rode with Tahoe to the north. Come on. Several men on horses rode alongside the wagons led by Walt Davis. Walt and a man named Loomis rode in the first wagon of the more ventures and trains. When they heard a ringing cry from a hill on the left, they looked and saw two horsemen. Hey, Loomis. Look at those horses coming down the hill. Great gun. Oh, sir, never know my born day. Hey, take a look at the first rider. Oh, at the bottom. Hey, Walt, he's man. That's what I thought. He's coming at us like they mean business. Better get your gun where you can reach your face. Two men wouldn't attack a whole wagon train. I don't know about that. A man who can ride like that might tackle anything. Oh, you silly. Oh, hold on. Pass the word to Raymond in a minute. Hold it, boy! Your friends are being attacked by Indians. They need you. The guy you had is working with the Indians. What guy? Martin led your friend into a massacre. Who are you? What's the difference? Oh, you know I might be an outlaw. That doesn't change things. All your friends are in danger. Martin's working with Indians. They're attacking your friends. Hey, Walt, Martin's the one who got me down on Harkness. Me too. Great day. Come to think of it. Martin's the one who turned me against Harkness. If he talked to Harkness like he talked to me like... Loomis, you bring the wagon. I'm riding a horse. Hey, boys. All right. Bring your horses out and get in the way. Follow me. We've done no chance. We've attacked this very rich kid. If we hadn't split up, they wouldn't have tackled us. Damn. I got one of them. At least we'll go down and fight. Get them. Look over there. There's that guy. Martin, that ordinary double-crossing. Oh, they got you. Not bad. No, man. It's going for time. Jim, you know your own right with them now on. I'm doing some shooting on my own. Good, Mary. There's one. I can't hold out much longer. They'll know they've been in the fight. Jim, look over there. Horsemen coming over the hills. Pirates are coming. They're pirating the Indians. Hang on, boys. Help! A reinforcement dashed at the Indians with guns blazing. The lone rangers singled out Breeze Martin and closed in for the showdown. Hold on to Martin and I'll watch him. You'll live to go back to jail. The time of battle quickly changed. By the time the wagons of Walt Davison's train arrived at the scene, the fight was over. Martin was captured. Brown Fox and several of his men were killed. The others had fled into the hills. Jim, hide Breeze Martin and put him in your wagon. I'll turn him over to the law in the next town, as I promised. I can never thank you, Mr. Walt told me you lived in here. I didn't do it for thanks, Jim. I wanted to see Breeze Martin back in jail. I wanted you men to live and start a new town in the west. Jim, the boys are lining up in the wagons. I told them to put them back in your line. I hope you'll let us travel with you, Jim. Oh, God, I'm glad to hear that. I wanted a chance to talk to you. Now that we know our guide was a crook steaming the ambushes. And you know all about it? Yes, the masked man told me. Hey, where is that masked man? He was here a minute ago. He's over there, Jim, with the Indians. Hey, mister! We'll meet again, Jim. When you're home, the bills will visit you. Come on, Jim! Jim, the west is made up of men like him. We can all be proud to live here. There aren't many men like him, Mary. He's the Lone Ranger. This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, created by George W. Trendle, produced by Trendle Campbell Enterprises, and directed by Charles D. Livingston. Tonight's drama was written by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer.