 horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust in the hearty high old silver, the Lone Ranger. In the wild and lawless years of the Western United States, the masked rider of the planes fought crime and criminals throughout the new territory. No outlaw could match his courage and resourcefulness. No sheriff or marshal did more for the cause of justice. It was a Lone Ranger who made possible the winning of the West. Return with us now those thrilling days of yesteryear. Come out of the past come the thundering hoof beats of the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. The story begins in the general store and... Hey, Mag! I hear the law can't make bullnudian talk. He must figure somebody's gonna protect him. Bull and his whole gang will get good long terms if they don't tell who was behind them. Who'd you figure it was, Mag? I don't know, but I'll tell you folks this much. Yeah? The same gent that caught up with bull will find out anything else that needs to be uncovered. That's something you can bet on. I heard it was a masked man. A masked man? That masked over is a Lone Ranger! Mustang, Mag, drove her buggy up the trail to her ranch house. It was a two-hour trip from town, and when she reached home... Oh, there! Oh, there, that ratchet! Carry the grub you'll find here back to the mess house. Then on hitch this here hoax. Yes, ma'am. Say, Mag? Well? There's somebody up to see inside. Yeah, who? I reckon you know. That'll arise that big white hoax. He's here? Get out of my way. Oh, didn't see it first. White friend him one talked to you. Sure. What do you think I'll do? It's my house, ain't it? You couldn't keep me out here, could you? Oh, howdy, friend. I heard you was here. I came to see you about the news in town, Mag. Beats all, don't it? Bull must be confident in the protection. He and his men not only kidnapped your niece, but haven't had a chance to escape conviction. We know that Bull himself had nothing to gain by it. He was obviously hired for the job, but he still refuses to tell who hired him. And you figure he won't talk even when it comes to the trial? I doubt it, unless... Unless what? Unless he's tricked into talking. You got something in mind? Yes, I have. Golly, if I was only well enough to be on my feet again, I'd see that that there, Bull, can't talk. You'll stay in bed, Missouri, and tell you well. Bull gave you a bad beating. And for all the good, Missouri'd be. Bed's the place for him. Oh, so you think I wouldn't be no good, do you? Why, I'd take them fellas in. Yeah, and get beat up all over again. Now you'll keep shut. But to hear me, your stoving old fool keeps shut. What? Yes. Now then, what were you going to say? From what Missouri and I have been able to figure out, Garryk of the box, gee, is the only man who might have hired Bull. What would he have to gain? The option you hold on that government grazing land. I was going to give that up anyhow. But Garryk didn't know that. According to Missouri, you found out he wanted you to let your option lapse so that he could lease the land, and you decided to wait before making up your mind. For all Garryk knows, when the first of the month comes, he'll lease that land again. Well, I did kind of wonder what was up. I found out that government land was more than I could use for the size heard of God. Now, Garryk ain't got near as many critters as well, my friend. Just what would he want with all that grazing? That's up to us to find out. But the fact remains, that he's the only man in the district you've had any kind of trouble with. Since Mark Martin was jailed. Right. So long as he's our only lead, we'll have to assume he hired Bull until we have reason to believe otherwise. Yeah, yeah, I reckon. But... Ain't the mask man all this right, Meg? Don't you set up target with him? Didn't I tell you that? I ain't seeing nothing, Meg. Ain't seeing nothing. And quit making so much noise, keep him quiet. If Garryk hired Bull and Bull is depending upon Garryk to see that he's never convicted, otherwise Bull wouldn't hesitate to talk. That's so. If Bull could be persuaded that Garryk either wouldn't or couldn't help him... Then he wouldn't be able to talk fast enough. Is that what you're thinking? Right. Well, how are you going to do that? There's the way, Meg. But the less you know about it for the present, the better. Hey, from duration you're keeping secrets from me again? You're worse than Missouri. Like Missouri, Meg, I do it only for your own good. But listen, you... Didn't warm it out of him, did you? Oh, that's it all. There's one jet besides me you can't order around. You keep still. How you do what? I'll duck you for the time you've been laying a bed, that's what. Never knowing what's going on is enough to drive a female local. That evening in a well-hidden camp, almost finished, Hunter. Uh, you won't wait. Me fix them. You have a bad light to work with. Uh, me get them. Be sure you get the scar exactly right. That's the most important detail of all. Make it look as though it starts just above the eye, ends about a quarter of an inch below the hairline. You know who I'm trying to look like, don't you, Tyler? Who is that? Scar Higgins. He's a wanted outlaw. He'll be known here because I've seen reward posters around town. Uh, what you do? Tyler, before we can act, we must find out what Garrick is planning. When we've learned that, we can go ahead with our own plans. Oh. Whenever Garrick hasn't mind to save Bull, Bull must know of it. He wouldn't keep silent just on the chance that Garrick will help him. Bull isn't the kind to take anyone on trust. All right. We know that Garrick hasn't gone near the jail recently. He couldn't take the risk of being seen talking with Bull. In other words, if I were thrown in jail, it's possible that I might convince Bull that I permitted myself to be arrested in order to get a message to him from Garrick. You get jailed? That's why I chose this disguise. The sheriff sees me. You think I'm Scar. Um, maybe Bull know your voice. That's the chance I'll have to take. How you get out? That's where I'll depend upon you, Kimusabe. And listen to me. I learned a number of things while watching the jail, to see if Garrick had any way of communicating with Bull. For one, I learned that the jailer opens the sheriff's office each morning at six. Cleans out, takes food to the prisoners, has everything ready. The sheriff and his deputies arrive an hour or so later. What you want Hunter to do? You'll have an hour while only the jailer's on hand. Act as you think best. But act tomorrow morning. If I haven't the information I want by then, it is likely I'll ever get it. Let me get you out. This guy is ready now. Good. Here's a little bit. Call Scout Hunter. He'll ride as far as he had to town with me. Then I'll leave Silver with you and go the rest of the way on foot. Here's Scout. Ready, Hunter? Huh? Me? Be ready. Come on, Scout. Get him up, Scout. Come on. Later that evening, Bull and the two members of his gang who shared his cell were discussing their situation. You sure got a lot of confidence in Garrick, Bull. Shut up. You mentioned that name out loud just once again after I've told you not to and you wish you hadn't. I'm sorry, Bull. It just slipped. Then watch yourself. You trust him, Bull? You really think he'll get us out of here? He's got to, ain't he? Well, I don't see what... They don't? And we talk at the trial. The only way he can save his neck is to see that that their trial don't ever come off. But even so, there's still... Down ahead there. He's the fireman covered for us. He makes a move and I blast him. You don't need that gun. We have been the judge of that. All right. Stop right there. Howdy, Sheriff. Who you got there? The next door neighbor for you. Yeah? Scar Higgins. You're mistaken, Sheriff. Am I? That's something we'll see about. Now, get on in there. And just as soon as I get word to Sheriff Macy over to Mesquite County, we'll soon find out whether you're Higgins or not. Scar Higgins, eh? That chance wanted right bad. No worse than you. Come on, Frosty. That'll do for that, fella. Yeah. It looks like we get company in the next cell, boys. We ought to find it. Whoa. Eh? Sheriff gone? Sure. What's that, G? I want to talk to you. Step over here. What's the matter? Get a message for you. For me? I don't recollect you and me ever meeting a force, Scar. Where would you get a message? My name isn't Scar. But you just... I disguised myself to look like Scar to get in here. Eh? You loco? I had to see you. Hey, listen, stranger. I seen that Scar on your face for myself. What kind of a story are you trying to tell me? And what's your game? You think I'm not telling the truth? I know you ain't. What's he up to, boys? Hey, bother this. Stranger, whatever your game is, it won't work. Put your hand around the corner of this cell. You heard me. Wait around and draw your hand across this Scar, you say you saw. I don't get it. You will when you've done what I've told you to do. Where am I? Hurry. Where are you? Right here. Raise your hand, little. There. Well, I'll be. Now, look at your hand. How is it, boy? Paint. That Scar was painted on his forehead. He was telling the truth. You think I let myself be arrested as a badly wanted outlaw, unless it were important that I see you? What is it, Stranger? What's up? Listen carefully. Go in to mention a name. I think when you've heard it, you'll find what I have to say worth listening to. Go ahead. The name is Garrick, Bull. Garrick. At a little after six the following morning, the main street of the small western village was deserted. But suddenly a figure burst from the sheriff's office. It was a jailor shouting as he ran, and the town sprang to life. What's the sheriff's name? What's the sheriff's name? What's the sheriff's name? The red kid from the sheriff's office. What's the sheriff's name? Help! Help! Hey, what happened? The jailor said there was a jailbreak. That's what he's yelling? What, it's Scar? He said he got loose? Who's seen the sheriff? Is there no deputies around? They're going to get away. Hold on to your sound. Now, what's this all about? Get your breath and tell it straight. The engine come in, held a gun on me. Maybe I'll knock Scar's cell and... Look there! The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger drama. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now, to continue our story. Racing out of town, the masked man and Tonto rode until the Lone Rangers saw that they were safe from pursuit. Then... Who? Who said we're home? Oh, John! Who? Oh, Tyler! Oh, Tyler! Right on the Mustang mags. You'll deliver a message for me. Uh-huh. What, me tell her? Just this. She's to be at the sheriff's home at eight tonight. At his home, do you understand? Not his office. Now, me tell her that. She's to be there without fail. Uh-huh? Now, on your way. I'll meet you at camp. Get him up, Scout! Get him up! All right, old fellow. It's camp for us. Come on, Silver! Come on! That same morning, Garrick had called on Mustang Mag. He was a lean, weather-beaten, shifty-eyed fellow of nearly 70, although he looked 20 years younger. He was notorious for his greed and sharp practices, and Mag, who stood upon the steps of her front porch, made no pretense at friendliness. You can go on about your business, Garrick. Maybe I'll take up that option. Maybe I won't. You're curious to find out what I'm going to do? You'll learn all about it by the first of the month. Mag, you're a cantangous old maverick. Now, what use you got for that government land, huh? What use you got for it? None at all. There, you see? You're doing just this to rile me. You don't want it, but you don't aim to see nobody else get it. That ain't so. Well, then what are you talking about? But I don't aim to see you get it. Great day. If I ever caught myself doing you a good turn, I wouldn't be able to look myself in the face. You'll be sorry for this. Now, mind you don't say I didn't warn you. Are you threatening me? I warned you. Don't ever say I didn't. Get out of here. Now, you can't do that to my maverick. For I forget him a female or a fine man and start saying what I'm thinking. I tell you, Mag, you can't... Get on that spab and coyote. No, no, no, no, no. Don't you hit me. I don't want to hit you. But you get off my property and stay off or I'll do worse. Now, scat, you hear me, old walrus? Scat! Hey, you wait. You just wait. Hey, get up. Get up. Get up. Get up. I'll be waiting with a club in one hand and a sixth gun on the other. Niggun old walrus. Down that window and climb back in bed where you belong or I'll ambush you. Put down that window. Nobody around here with a sense of a mutton-headed sheep herder. Missouri climbing out of bed when it was nearly killed. Garrick there trying to... Doggun if it ain't tanto. Herder! Where's Mask Man? What you doing here? You listen. Huh? You... you go Lomond's house tonight. What... what's going on? Go when it ain't. White friends say that. Not just a minute. Let me get this straight. Mask Bella told you to tell me to go to sheriff's place. That's right. At eight this evening. Yeah. What for? Ah, him not say. Ah, nation. Him say you not failed. He expects me to go there just on his say so without no explanation. Isn't that right? Doggun you hide tanto of course it will. Whatever the lone ranger says is good enough for me and I reckon by this time he knows it. You go. No, but that was bells on. Not good. Get him up Scout. Get him up. Mustang Mag had no idea why the lone ranger wanted her to call up the home of the sheriff. But she obeyed without question. It was exactly eight o'clock when she walked up the steps of the sheriff's porch. Just a second. Well evening Mag. What can I do for you? I don't know. Then what do you know? All I know is that a friend of mine told me to be here at eight tonight and here I am. It's good enough for me. Mag, are you local or me? I ain't. No, wait. Look, you must have some reason. You wouldn't just come here without. I got a reason. I just told it to you. And then then I reckon I didn't catch it. What was it again? A friend of mine told me to come here. Our dog gone, Mag. Can't you see? I told her. Who ought to? I see you were prompt, Mag. I done just as you said. A mask man. Throw up your hands. Did he trick you, Mag? Did he make it come in here so as to get me off guard? Ah, don't be an idiot. Put down that gun. You don't know what you're saying, Mag. This friend of yours. I'm not an outlaw. You have a mask. I knew you wouldn't take my word for it alone. That's why I wanted Mag to be present about for me. We've known each other a long time. And I'm here to tell you, Sheriff, that if the mask man's a crook, then you're a road agent. But what do you mean? Sheriff, will you accept Mag's word for me? You ain't just fooling, are you, Mag? You really think this fella's all right? He ain't. I don't know who he is. But that mask... Forget the mask. I have my own reasons for wearing it. We have things to discuss, Sheriff. But not until I know you'll listen reasonably. Well, if Mag says you're all right... Ever know me to be wrong about anybody? No. An opious foolish is Missouri to home. I declare it takes the men folks to be stubborn at just the wrong time. Stranger? Well? There's my gun back in his holster. Now, suppose you explain yourself. I will. Sheriff, you're holding certain men prisoners in your jail. Uh-huh. Bull-nudgeon. Them Sidewinder party is. They're being held for the attempted kidnapping of Mag's niece. I want to know if you believe that kidnapping was their own idea or the suggestion of someone else. That's easy. Everybody knows he was hired for it. But no one knows who hired them. They just won't talk. They did, however, the one person. Yeah, who is that? Myself. You? How could you talk to them? They ain't had a visitor since they've been in jail. They had one visitor. Who? Scar Higgins. You weren't a visitor. He was a prisoner till a blast of vomit busted loose. And what Scar got to do with your talking to Bull? I was Scar, Sheriff. What? I disguised myself to look like him. I wanted you to arrest me so I could get a chance to speak to Bull. Sure. You're not stringing me? I'm not. Anything this hombre tells you, Sheriff, you can take for gospel truth. Well, I'll be switched. Hear me out. I convinced Bull that I'd been sent by Garrick. Garrick? Why? The man who hired Bull. No. What's more, Sheriff? He's the man who's going to free Bull and his men. Wait, hold on. You're going too dog-horn fast for me. You say Garrick hired Bull for the kidnapping. He did. And he's planning a jailbreak. He is. But it just don't seem possible. You willing to go on the stand and testify to that? You willing to put that in evidence? I couldn't appear in court. Well, I can do better than that. Do as I tell you and I'll prove every word of what I've stated here in front of witnesses. Will you, friend? Will you? You'll have my promise, Mag. Do that and I'll... I'll dance a jig on the courthouse step. Oh, wait. Is here a jailbreak you mentioned? It'll have to be guarded against. It'll have to watch to see that they don't get away with it. You're wrong, Sheriff. Tomorrow night, Garrick is smuggling guns for those fellas in jail. Before the night is out, they'll make their break. And you won't stop it, Sheriff. You'll do everything in your power to see that it succeeds. It had been agreed between Garrick and Bull that somewhere near midnight on the night appointed, guns would be smuggled into the jail for the time approached. Bullwitted nervously. Why did they come? Slick what time you got? Just a second. 10 to 12. Couldn't have been gone wrong. Which you've written. It ain't past the time yet. We'll leave and then start following. Look at Clem there. Sleeping there. Get up. Wake up there. Don't make no noise. The guns here? No, but they ought to be soon. Oh, God, I'm sleepy. You fool. You'd go to sleep if they was getting ready to hang you. Stay awake and be ready to help when you need it. Yeah, sure. Hey, Bull. Yeah? I was just... Hold it. What was that? I didn't shut up. Listen. The guns. Who's there? You got the guns? Please, don't talk. That's your scar. You heard him. He said not to talk. Here. Get that gun he's shoving through. Yeah. Give it here. I'll take the next one. I got it. Yeah. This one's for Clem. I'm shoving another one through. Here you are, Clem. It's all going to guns. Now I feel like myself again. Bull. There's that filler out there. He's gone. He just passed us the guns and beat it. Well, now what? I'll show you. Deputy. Hi there, Deputy. Back here a minute. Hey, Deputy. What's the noise for her? Frosty, come here. What do you want? Frosty, there's three guns here. All of them did center on you. Unlock this cell and keep your mouth tight. Close. Door. Eat. Lead. Silently, the deputy obeyed. The door of Bull's cell was unlocked and opened. And then the doors of the other cells. It doesn't outlaw us crept toward the found the jail and the freedom. Bull and his two armed companions in the lead. And crossed the sheriff's office. Open the door of the street. And then... A render. It's a mask, man. And the red skin. Last one of the way. Take it. Give it to them. Let them have it. What the... Bull, I shot Point Blank at them fellas and never even touched them. So did I. Because your guns are loaded with blanks. Sheriff, give it to them boys. Don't let a man get away alive. Come on, Garret. Give it to them like you said you would. There's Garret. It's a frame of fellas. Garret framed us so we could shot out on escape. He aimed us at our mouths, but good. Let me at that scoundrel. He fixed our guns with blanks. Man, hold your fire. You dirty double-crosser. No, Bull, no, no. Listen, they tricked you. I never put blanks in your guns, honest and ever. Blank, why did you didn't? You wanted us killed escaping. You said if we didn't talk, you'd get us free. And then you frame us. No, no way to you. You dirty bullet. Keep them covered, boys. Bull, let's hear again what you just said. Bull, don't you dare. I should keep shot after what you tried to do to us. What kind of a fool you take me for? Sheriff, it was Garret hired us to get Mag's niece. He was the one. I'll swear to it and so will all of them. I'll swear to it and so will all of the fellas with me. Bull, you blasted, Bull. You let them trick you. Thanks, Bull. That's all we needed. But what would you... Bull, it's too late for you to change your stories now. So you might as well know the truth. I was the man who spoke to you in jail, who posed a scar higgins. What? You? You thought I was from Garrick and told me your plans to escape. When Garrick brought the guns tonight, I thought I captured him. When he substituted blanks. Knowing that you'd believed Garrick had wanted you shot down, to close your mouths. When the sheriff and these men fired, they shot over your heads. But we thought that we'll all hang. But look here, Garrick, I... I know you and your fellas are again. You're caught. As long as you're so handy to the caliber, she can march right back in. Men, get them a move in. You have just heard of the copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.