 a fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hyo silver, the lone ranger. The Indian companion, Tonto, the masked rider of the plains 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 come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse, Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. The Lone Ranger and Tonto were in the town of El Pass trying to find the means of combating a new kind of criminal, the scientific, soft voice intellectual monster called El Mundo. Meanwhile, the masked man's nephew, Dan Reed, was at the Saunders Ranch with his white horse, Victor. Now, Victor, up! Oh, boy, oh, that's the stuff, Victor, old boy. Now you're going to take that jump alone. See you right there now. Stay there, Victor. I'll tell you when to come. See if you can hurdle that fence by yourself. Stay there, Victor. Stay there now. Get ready. All right, boy. Come on, Victor. That's it, fella. Golly, that was swell. Just wait until the Lone Ranger comes back. We'll show him how he can take a jump. And now I'm going to raise this bar a little. See if you can take a couple more inches. Oh, yes, Mr. Saunders? Right over here, will you? You bet. Come on, Victor. Come on, boy. Come on, Victor. Looks like Mr. Saunders has a job for us. Oh, boy. Hold it there. Yes, sir? Dan, I want to speak to you. Yes, Mr. Saunders. Dan, the Lone Ranger brought you here while he in town had tried to learn more about that crook El Mundo. Oh, yes, I know. Fact is, I was the one who told him where to go for what facts it was. I reckon I made a mistake. You did? Well, if he'd stayed right here, he'd have learned about El Mundo. Dan, one of us, either you or I have got to ride El Pass and find the Lone Ranger. Well, I know where the camp is, or was. I don't suppose he's moved it. But even if he has, I could find a sign to Donald Lee to tell me where the new camp is. I'll go. Lead, I'm going to ask you to go because of one thing. There'll be greater danger staying here than going. You find the Lone Ranger and tell him to get here just as fast as he can. Right. I'll start right away. Looked for you, Lead. Come on, Victor. El Mundo was a scientist. He'd unearthed the low pile of rock slabs that formed an entrance to subterranean passages and chambers that have been built by an ancient Mayan civilization. It was on the desert in disputed territory, territory that lay between the United States and Mexico to be claimed by neither. The Lone Ranger and Tonto had left their camp, not suspecting that Dan might be coming for them. They were in the disputed territory, heading for the temple entrance in the hope of learning more about the dreaded plotter El Mundo. Who shall we hope? Who shall we hope? Who shall we hope? What are the horses here, Tonto? Then push on. Maybe it's dangerous to approach the temple in daylight. No more dangerous than it might. El Mundo has guards. They'll be alert. That's right. Only that man we captured had lived. He might have been able to tell a lot about El Mundo. That's right. He was a plain killer. He wasn't drugged into submission like towards Zeb Smith. You've got idea what make him die so sudden? Poison. Must have been. Uh... What we do when we reach temple? We'll go inside if we can and look around. All through drinking silver? What we do with horses, leaving their temple entrance? Yes, and untethered. Come on, silver. Get him up the scalp. This is close enough, Tonto. There are those low slabs that mark the temple's entrance. We walk the rest of ways, huh? I don't see any sign of anyone nearby. No sign yet? They'll go right through the entrance as if we had a right to. We'll be ready for anything. Maybe we go right into trap. That's a chance we have to take. I think this slab is a one that swings like a door. Yes, there's a silver handle. Follow the stone corridor. See where it leads. Floor slant down. No way of telling where it ends until we get off. I thought I heard something drop. No, wait. Don't move. Grab it on this floor. Pick some over the head of you. Feel around on the floor. Try to find a fairly large pebble. Throw it ahead of you. About five or six feet. That was afraid of. Hole in floor. I'd have matched Tonto. We'll have to take a chance in the light being seen. See, we almost walked into a well or a crevice. It's at least six feet wide. No telling how deep. Me throw big stone. We had stepped another few feet forward. That would be us falling instead of the rock. And what we doing now? It's easy to jump over it. You go first, Tonto. Don't run that same risk again. Notice how the floor is level now. It's varying off to the right. We're going temple further. Oh, wait a minute, Tonto. We'll have to match over here close to the wall. Can somebody draw a picture? This whole wall is carved with a series of pictures and hieroglyphics. Me not savvy. It's not like picture my people draw on teepee. No, Tonto. These were carved thousands of years ago. May I in Indian make them? Yes, in the temple too. El Mundo, whoever he is, has stumbled onto it. I think he came here as an archaeologist. Listen, do you hear that? I had another match and come on. At the end, a solid stone. Wait. This block of stone is the same size as the one on the outside. Let's push. What's this? Around some sort of a balcony. See? As a high ceiling. Come on. The bone ranger and Tonto moved toward the edge of a stone gallery and awe-inspiring sight met their eyes. They were looking down into a massive room that had been hewn out of solid stone. It was lit by flaming torches. At one end, there was a huge idol made of carved wood and metal. Before it stood nearly a score of hard-faced men, obviously killers, who watched in silence as a man in a long black robe walked to a platform leading a man who was tightly bound. He struck a single note on a heavy gun as he came to a halt. Mooner of the Temple of the Sun. All hail the one who can and does command the lightning. All hail El Mundo. These men are the common ones. They're not the half-drugged ones. What's coming off here, El Mundo? You will see. Take that robe off, Mr. Orm. These unimaginative murders are not impressed. As you say, El Mundo. Men, one of our associates was altogether too careless. It is to be regretted that he must take sudden leave of us. You've been brought here to see what will be a shortened civil, but none the less effective execution. That's El Mundo himself. He's got him ready to kill. We've got to stop that. I know you're here. I can't help it. We can't stand here and watch murder. We've stopped him? We've got to. Although I don't know how we'll ever get out of here. The minute he raises that knife, I'm going to shoot. My knife? Somebody shot. It came to the south. Come on, huddle. The only thing we can do now is run for it. There they go. It's that mass family in here. The Ranger walked into a trap. I expected him, but not this soon. He interrupted the ceremony. Is that a noise? They must have found the south passageway. They're heading back. Don't be foolish on this. They can't get very far. Remember, there are many ways to close that corridor. They've been walled. Can't move it. That's strange. I'm sure this is the same way we came in. We've been follows. Shouldn't be here. The passageway is blocked. We can't go any further. We'll have to stand them off. That won't be necessary, my foolish mass friend. What is that? Who's that? I'm above you. And your guns will be of no help. Elmundo. I'm charmed, me too. And I regret that it isn't under more pleasant circumstances. That's blocked passageway. You did it. You and your Indian friend came to the Temple of the Sun as uninvited guests. I'm forced to detain them. Holding us won't gain you anything, Elmundo. I'm sure it will, because your detention will be permanent. It will take more than you to keep us here. I agree with you. That's why the passage is blocked. And that's why the floor upon which you stand is in reality a hinged trapdoor. A trapdoor? To release it. I merely touch a small lever which is at my side. Suppose you do. Then what? You drop, my friend. You drop into a stone well that is 40 feet deep, and the trap closes above you. And what do you gain by that? Your death. Death by drowning. You see, after the trap is closed, the well becomes watertight from top to bottom. Then a subterranean spring will be turned into it. Oh, the well fills quickly. Only a matter of minutes. You're really anxious to kill us, aren't you? Well, I'm delighted at the prospect. That's why I shall waste no more time in conversation. Try to hang on to something if you can't help me. You're ready. Goodbye, my masked and meddlesome friend. Oh, weep! It's a shame for a man to drown with a mask on. Turn the watering to the wellness drawer. 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. Continue our story. Although the Lone Ranger and Tonto weren't injured in their 40-foot plunge into the subterranean well, they soon discovered that El Mundo's threat had not been an either one. As they swam to keep afloat, they heard the rise of incoming water below their feet. Then more water coming in must be an inlet at the bottom of the well. It's bloody big. Fill this well quick. There's no sign of a break in these walls. How long do you think it takes for water to get to the top? I don't know, Tonto. El Mundo was telling the truth. It'll only be a matter of minutes. And there's stone door on top. That water tight. We'll soon find out soon enough. Keep going, Tonto. How may I keep going? Fill quickly. Only a few more inches to the top. He cuts trapped door, but can't raise it. No, that's impossible. And the thickness of it, it must weigh several tons. King Mazzabi, you think this time... Tonto, isn't that a small hole through the trap? Right above your head. Hold him stone pretty small. It might help much. Maybe it will. Give me your headband and your knife. I could just... Now, if we don't plug that hole, make it air tight. We may have a chance. I mean, not savvy. How you help when you shut out only air we have. Tonto, these stones fit together so closely, as well as undoubtedly airtight. You make it airtight when you close small holes. That's right. Now, the three or four inches of air that's left between the surface of the water and trapped door may save our lives. Water keep on rising. Fill up to top. It can, Tonto. These trapped doors are airtight. Rising water can only compress the air so far, and the pressure will be stronger than the force of the water. Can it be done? Keep your nose above the surface and watch the wall. Do you notice anything? Water stop rising. Make ears ring. You can only stand a few minutes under this pressure. It's better than drowning. We'll be El Mundo. We'll figure we're dead, and then we'll... Listen. Water stop coming in. Float, Tonto. Float with your face up. Pretend you're dead. They may open the trap. It's like a couple of dead fish at the top of a barrel. Get someone to help you, Orner, and dispose of their bodies as quickly as possible. You know how I dislike the sight of dead men. Yes, Master. Joe, come here. Dump them in a trench at the back of the temple. Is El Mundo still up there? Master is left. Go on to his workshop, I guess. Now he'll spend the rest of the day fooling with that electrical stuff. It's more than I can figure out. How does he get electricity in them glass jars by flying a kite in the middle of a rainstorm? I don't exactly understand all of it myself. Those glass jars you're talking about are called leaden jars. He stores electricity in them. What makes the electricity come down that kite string? I don't know what makes it do that. But it does. The Master is a very wise man. He understands it just like Benjamin Franklin did. I don't want to understand it. I'm contented just to live here and obey the Master. You'll always feel that way, Joe, as long as you keep on drinking that loco a week. What did you say? Nothing. I should have kept my mouth shut. Here, help me slip this rope on him and lift these two bodies off. Dave died quickly by drowning. Yeah, and this Indian weighs a ton. Let him drop. Now the other one. He lives. Oh, this is the lone ranger. I bet he never thought he'd end up by drowning the death in an Indian temple. A lone ranger? I've heard of him. There he is. Deader than a mackerel. Long ago, before I came to the temple of the son and worshiped the Master, I heard that the Master man was a friend of the poor and the unfortunate. You'd better forget all that stuff you heard before you came here. From now on, you belong to El Mundo. I belong to El Mundo. You've learned your lesson well, Joe. El Mundo is also the friend and protector of the poor and unfortunate. Sure he is. I'm happy, and the temple is my home. Wait. I just thought of something. Ever since I first heard the lone ranger, I've always wondered who he really is. What he looks like under that mask. He's dead. That makes no difference. I can still take off that mask and see what he looks like. You can? No, Mr. Horn, not now or any other time. Very much so, Tuttle. There you go. Let me take rope, too. Maybe we need it later. You have to answer that yourself, Mr. Horn. Tuttle, I have other things to do. What's this other man's name? Joe. He's harmless. See, all he can do is stand and stare at you. Probably drugged, like most of the others I've seen in here. Not me. I'm not... Naturally, El Mundo must have someone to help him. Who poisons Zeb Smith? Zeb Smith? Was he poisoned? All right, Mr. Horn. We'll talk about that later. Where's El Mundo? The master has gone to his workshop. Shut up, Joe. Workshop? Where is it? In the throne room. Joe, if you don't shut up... You won't do anything. I'm giving you orders. All right. Turn around. Keep your hands up and start walking. We're going to find El Mundo. The master will be surprised when he sees that you still live. I imagine so. Keep your hands, Tuttle. Start walking, Mr. Horn. This isn't going to do you any good. El Mundo's got ways to close every passage in this place. You can't get out. You'll get out because El Mundo and you are going with us. So are all the rest of these poor doofs like Joe. We're trapped in here and don't know why. I tell you, you can't. Watch him. I'll spread you out now. He moved plenty fast. He slipped through a hidden door before we could stop him. Why did Mr. Horn run away? He was afraid, Joe. Of you? I imagine so. Oh, I like you. Thanks. Now, the problem is to find a way out through this maze that passes ways and locate the workshop. Maybe, oh, I'm run quick. Tell El Mundo. He probably did. It doesn't make our job any easier. El Mundo? You want to see the master? Do you know how to find him? I know another way to the master's workshop. Follow me. El Mundo! Mr. Horn, I've told you a thousand times never to disturb me when I'm busy with an experiment. The Lone Ranger! Are you disposed of the bodies? There weren't any bodies. A water log. They'll float to the top of the well again. Now, now leave me alone. Oh, they didn't die. They're alive. The masked man in the Indian. What? What? They can't be alive. When Joe and I started to carry them outside, the Lone Ranger got up and pulled a gun on me. Where are they now? I gave them the slip. Got here as fast as I could. Joe's still with them. He may bring them here. I wanted to tell you. They come into the throne room. Wait till I start the dynamo. You mean that big thing over there that makes all the noise? It's an electric dynamo. It generates electricity. I build it myself. What are you going to do? Wait. There. Now we're ready. Joe may bring them right here. I hope he does. The only way to reach this room is to cross the throne room in front of the statue. Fortunately, I've had the foresight to construct a metal mat on the platform in front of the idol. You mean like when you tell the locals that idol is angry and will strike them dead? Of course. You fool. It's electrocution. A very simple matter. Maybe the Lone Ranger and the Red Skin won't walk that way. Yes, they will. You'll make them. Me? I can't. Go out there now and wait on the other side of the room. If Joe brings them up through the eastern corridor, they'll see you the minute they enter. Oh, that arm is too handy with a gun. You'll do as I say, Arm. When they see you, start running. And be sure you cross in front of the idol. They'll follow you. Oh, I get it. And you push that thing over there and the electricity will... Kill them instantly. Wow. For a minute, I thought you meant for me to... Get out there. They make men at any minute. This is the throne room. Yes, I've been here before. Look. At the side of the room. Mr. Arm. You better stop right now because no one can see you. One tunnel will catch him. No, no, I can't. Joe said the workshop was back at that statue. That's where he's heading, huh? Look, he stopped me. He's crossing in front. I need to catch him. Yes, will. Those tunnels stop. Don't go any further. Give me that rope you took from Arm. Just a place safe. I'll use it. Why are you roping? I just noticed that the floor in front of that idol is covered with a metal mat. After one experience with El Mundo's metal doors, I'm a... El Mundo. El Mundo. If I pull him back this way, it'll be the same as though another person had pulled him under that mat. No. No, he'll be... That's what was waiting for us, Taddo. Of what, Pat? Those killers we saw here. You shoot? No, there's no use. Let's get out of here. Come on. This way, Taddo. The horses are over here. Steady, big fella. We've got to solve this thing. We'll come back. Huh? Come on, Silver. Hit him up. Stop. Oh, Silver. Come on. We can just fight. I'm glad to see you. Damn. I thought you were at the Saunders Ranch. Well, something happened. He sent me to get you. Oh, what's wrong? Mr. Saunders said there's trouble with El Mundo at his ranch. He's awful worried. Yes. Mr. Saunders sent him a long way. Trouble must be plenty bad. El Mundo. Come on, Silver. Hit him up. Come on, Victor. In the next Lone Ranger drama, El Mundo says, you forget, Myra, that I have made exhaustive studies of Mr. Saunders' habits. You said yourself that his world begins and ends with cactus plants. Tonight, Mr. Saunders' world will end. Just Heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.