 the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty high old silver, the Lone Ranger. He is from the wild and untamed west of yesterday. It is active as a symbol of courage to the oppressed, a challenge to the lawless. That has returned to the west of old and thrilled to another of the Lone Ranger stories, featuring the most picturesque and colorful character ever to ride the planes and prairies. As our drama begins, we see the mass writer of justice urging his great horse, Silver, down the trail, leading to the town of Osage. Listen to those flying silver shot hoops, the Lone Ranger rides again. Many stories had reached the people of Osage about the Bruggen brothers, two of the worst outlaws in the west. But little did they suspect that the notorious killers were seated in one corner of the room in the cafe, where a number of men lined the long bar talking about them. Let us move to that corner table and meet Dan and Paul Bruggen as they discuss their plans for the evening. It'll be a cinch to get away with the cash in the Osage bank, Paul. There ain't but one man there and he's too slow to beat anyone with a draw. I'm with you, Dan. Only our stillsail ain't no use taking chances. You'll hang her to shoot the banker, eh? Why not? Well, he ain't never hurt us none. He ain't never had the chance to hurt us. Let him get a look at our faces and we're done for. Hmm, maybe. The reason we're still free is because we never let ourselves be seen. You're the boss, Paul, and what you say goes. I say we're fools to take chances on being recognized. All right. Shoot the banker, then. If ever we do get caught, we'll swing anyhow. What one more murder added to all we got behind us? What about this hiding place you mentioned? It's a home day. How far? You are, Fred. Good. How's the ground between here and there? No grass or nothing, this old trail. Then we can get to the hiding place without being followed. Easy. How long can we stay there? As long as we want. Stay there, we feel it's safe to move on somewhere else. Good. I'll toss all that drink and let's get started. We've got some banking business it means 10,000. Missouri? It rankles me to be so flat and broke. Don't wrinkle you no more. It does me sleepy. Here's the two of us, Stove and Old Critters, that ain't worth a dime to no man. Now, when I think of all the cash wins, had a while back, and now... Hey there, you two old mavericks. Meaning us, bartender? Meaning you, Missouri. You sleepy step up here and let me have your order. Well, it be sleepy. Oh, I reckon I ain't drinking no more. Come on. We both ain't drinking, bartender. Oh, I say, be. Bust today. Fuck broke. Well, you were warned when you hear that silver mine that you luck might and hold out forever. I ain't complaining. We had plenty of fun while our claim was good. Now it's petered out and we're broke. Ain't complaining, but you ain't drinking either. Well, come on, James, it's on the house. Oh, maybe it's sooner have some chug. Dog gone some grub wouldn't taste right good. Then step right back into the kitchen and tell the chink to pick you up. Now look here, we ain't accepting no charity. Who says it's charity, Missouri? Well, you're blamed, old fool, you could be given the whole town of Osage. And it wouldn't be charity. Well, after all you two of you done for folks around here. We ain't done so much. Not unless you're called giving away every dime you got from your silver mine or something. Well, dad read that the two of you made things easier for every poor family in the county. Now get yourself back to the kitchen and fill up. After the sourdough, we've been living on some real food might spy us. What? Now wait a minute, Farky. Does that invite and clue the friend of ours? Eh? This engine looks hard up and down on these locks. Come on, engine. You look like you could pack away some hot grub. Me not hungry. Oh, yeah. Me got plenty of food. Breckin, he means it, Missouri. Come on. Let's put on the feed bag. I'm gosh awful hungry. Eh, turned old fools. That's what they are. Oh, them. Missouri and sleepy. That's what they're called. They just can't bear to see anyone in hard luck. Oh. They thought you was up again and was willing to share a meal with you. They've been the same with every pilgrim and stray hound dog they ever seen. Them good heller. That's a darn shameless silver mine run out. They deserve to have things each you. More than any man I ever know about. Where? Their mine. North north it somewhere. My thunder, them two will eat free at charge as long as I got grub and a place to cook it. It's their pride that makes it so hard to do things for them. Come on, boys. It's the bank. It's the wrong. Hey, who loves it? When did it happen? What was the shooting? Anybody hurt? Let's go. I'll finish the Breckin. How many of them was there? Two men's on it. They shot the banker. Where'd they go? Anybody see him? Anybody else hurt beside the banker? This way, there, boys. Let me prove. Sheriff, old man Liffner's been shot down. Anybody see it? Who done it? Did they get away with money? They cleaned out the bank. I seen the two of them riding away like old kid out. Which way's the head? Over yonder. That way. Missouri, the bank's been robbed. Our old pal's been shot down. Don't go on it. Why in blazing is there got to be outlaws like them Brugans? What was that you said, Missouri? I said it's the Brugans, Sheriff. How'd you know? It's their style of job. Missouri's right. The Brugans done it. Nobody else be honored enough to drill a man just out of pure cusset, now. There wasn't no reason to shoot the banker. He couldn't have hurt him. To get men and horses. Call in the deputy. We've got to start a posse. We're going to run them Brugans down there with the last thing we ever do. You're sure it's the Brugans' share? I'm willing to bet on it. If it ain't, we'll find out who it is. I've been expecting them Brugans to show up here most anytime now. Remember, boys, there's plenty of reward money for those who get them. Come on now. Get going. Sheriff, we ain't right along with you. Not you, sleepy. Who says we can't? Missouri, you and sleepy old men. No, Dad, Brad, that ain't no way to talk to able-bodied men like us. Men that go out after the Brugans got to be hard-riding fast-shootin' mavericks. And you mean to say we can't ride after them ordinary coyotes? The banker's a friend of ours. We want to help him run his killers down. I'm takin' the men I feel are best suited for the job. You two have done enough for this community. Come on, boys. Let's get started. Sleepy. Why, Thunder, we want too old to help the sheriff's wife when she needed cash while the sheriff was out manhuntin'. What matter? Oh, it's the engine. Me, name, Tondo. Dad, Brad, I wish you could be ridin' with them men the engine. There ain't nobody but a engine or a bloodhound could follow the trail of them Brugans. They just don't leave a trail. Brugan, color, killin' man, huh? Ain't only that engine, the man that was shot was our friend. Yeah, and the sheriff won't let us go gunnin' for the rats had done it. Maybe me helpin' you. Oh, how can you help us, engine? Say, maybe the three of us could go out trailin', eh? No. You stay here. Blast it! We don't want to stay here. We want to get them Brugans. What's more, we can use that reward money. There's over $2,000 in rewards for the capture of them coyotes. And every man in town has a chance to get a crack at that reward. But, uh, sleepy, no matter what the sheriff says, me and you are going manhuntin'. Maybe Tondo helpin'. Here, white fella. Hey, engine, is that your horse? Uh-huh. Gosh, old fish hooks. What a critter that is. Tondo, ride him. Plenty fast. You wait. Maybe me come back soon. Hold on, Tondo. Ain't you takin' us along with ya? Get him a white fella. For two weeks, the sheriff's men scoured the country without finding any trail of the two Brugans. Old Sleepy in Missouri also did some manhunting, wondering meanwhile where Tondo the Indian had gone. We find the tired old men in their humble shack, discouraged at their futile efforts to capture the desperate outlaws. No, it ain't no use trying to think otherwise, Missouri. We just ain't good for nothing no more. Can't even run down a couple of outlaw killers like the Brugans. Dad ratted Sleepy. We are gettin' old. And hungry. Dog gone at Missouri. I'd give a lot for a good man-sized meal again. We might sort of drift over to the cafe. Yeah, and get a free handout. No thanks. I'd sooner starve than take charity. If we was 30 years or so younger, we might have a chance of runnin' down them Brugans. But now, come on in. I'm looking for two men known as Sleepy in Missouri. Well, you've got the right man, stranger. What's on your mind? You own a silver mine, don't you? Yeah, but all he is to it now is a big tunnel. He's petered out. What makes you think you're petered out? Count of it ain't no good no more. That's why. You're pleased, ain't ya? I know something about mine. A mining expert, eh? Well, you don't know much about ours. He wouldn't take the trouble of calling on us. Did you tell an Indian about your mine? Engine? Yeah, we did, stranger. Remember Missouri? That redskill called himself Tonto. Yeah, that's so. The Indian knows about your mine, and I heard him making certain plans concerning it. What sort of plan? I was led to believe that a new vein had been found in that tunnel of yours. Yeah, dog gone at. No fooling? You reckon that engine's gone there and found a new vein of silver? It might be well for you two to hurry over there and investigate it. My ponderation. If anyone has tried to jump out of train miles. Well, as it remains abandoned, you can't expect people to stay away from there. What's your interest in it, stranger? Are you from one of the big companies, named with a buy-up, our silver mine? I wouldn't buy it unless it proved worthwhile. I wouldn't do no harm to drift over that way, sleepy. Why not? We can starve there just while we can here. Do you have any mining supplies left? Yeah, some. We've got digging tools that might have blasted in powder. Then I'd advise you to investigate that mine as quickly as you can. It might be worth your while. The next day, Lepey and Missouri headed toward their old abandoned mine. As they trudged along the rocky trail, it was easy to see that Lepey was still very skeptical over the prospect of finding silver ore. I don't know about this, Missouri. Just don't seem to make sense. What don't? Take in time to go up here and look at that no-good mine of ours. We made sure there weren't no more veins there. Maybe we didn't look careful enough. To get in toward dark now, anyway, we can go inside the mornin'. Well, we can wait around outside. There's plenty of places to camp right around here. I know. We'd be blamed fools to turn back now, sleepy. There's a tunnel inside already. Yeah, but I ain't counting on ever seeing silver in that old tunnel again. Take a look at it. Don't it look downright ugly? Time was when we thought it looked pretty fine. Yeah. Say, Missouri, let's. Now, what the? That sounded like a gunshot. Not an oration. Who'd be poppin' at us here? Hide! That'd hit the dirt right near us. Where'd it come from? Blame the vinyl. Hit the ground. Get that, buddy. Get that in your stomach. Right. Play dead for a second. Yeah. Edge over this way. We can get us some protection behind that rock. Didn't know you shooting back. We can't see nothing to shoot at. I'll get back here. That second shot come close. Too close for comfort. Missouri, damn the shots come from the direction of the tunnel. Reckon so. But the direction don't matter none if they hit you. The point is it proves one thing. Yeah? Someone aims to keep us from that silver mine. And if someone wants to keep us from it, then dog gonna touch a sure sign there's something worthwhile there. And if there ain't? Well, we might find something if we don't get shot first. Come on, let's take a chance. The curtain falls on the first act of our lone ranger drama. Before the next exciting scene, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue our drama. You will recall the two old prospectors, Sleepy and Missouri, were on their way to an abandoned silver mine. When they were a short distance away from it, several shots were fired at them. Immediately, they became certain the mine was worth investigating. The next morning, the lone ranger and his faithful Indian companion, Tonto, were looking over the grounds, not far from the entrance of the mine. The masked man is the first to speak. So Sleepy and Missouri spent the night in hiding? That's right. You heard them say that they were determined to investigate the mine? Them think you feller from east. I know they do, Tonto. When I called on them, I went disguised as a niece and asked them that plenty good. They thought I was a mining expert, willing perhaps to buy their claim as they would prove that it was worthwhile. You shall feller that. I think they'll find it worth the trouble of investigating, Tonto. Remember, I'm counting on you. Tonto got plenty hold real in mine. Have you filled the holes with powder? That's right. And the fuses are all ready to be lighted? We want to make sure that when the two old prospectors do what I'm going to suggest, an explosion does just what we want it to do. I'm going to see them, Tonto. And in about an hour, he will be able to light the fuses and set off the charge. Tonto, keep close watch. Missouri and Sleepy might need some help. Them get plenty help. Here's to me. It's pretty early in the morning, but the sooner those two get started, the better. By night, I hope they'll find themselves rich men again. Them good teller. That's the reason I want to help them if it's possible. Yep. I'll head for the air camp now. Come on, Tonto. It was a pine board, Sleepy. Me too. Get yourself up, move around, little Missouri. Then you'll be all right. You've been up for a long? Just a couple of minutes. We've got a lot of work to do today. Sure enough, have. We're going to get our mind back and see if there ain't some silver to be found in there. Hey, isn't that a horse coming this way? Sounds right. Maybe that's the critter that's holding possession of our mind. Oh, that's over. Oh, oh, oh. Hey, he's mad. What a shame of you. Pick up your hands, mister. We ain't to talk to you. Put your guns down, man. I'm here as a friend of yours. But you're mad, Dad, right? What's the big idea of that? You men are heading for certain death if you think you can walk into that mine and take possession of it. Oh, so you come from there to give us a warning, eh? Well, we're a couple of old goats. But by ginger, what's ours is ours. And we're going to fight for it. You won't have a chance fighting. Who says we won't? Just you and your pards over yonder cry and stop us, mister. I'm not with the men over yonder. I came to tell you one way you could out with them. Yeah? What's your interest in a couple of old critters like us, mister? The men inside that tunnel will be hidden from you. But you'll make easy targets for them. You take our chances. You have some blasting powder here, haven't you? Yeah, what of it? Pick some of it in a bundle and attach a piece of fuse. Yeah? Then get as close to the mouth of the tunnel as you can. Light the fuse and throw the bundle into the tunnel. What's that for? The blast might fill the mouth and seal the men inside it. The only way they could escape would be by the air shaft at the rear. If you were at the outside of that shaft, you could make them surrender to you. No, that wouldn't work, mister. Why? That air shaft just straight holds like a chimney. It goes straight up. Man couldn't climb out of there. My pard's right, mister. You can let a rope down and haul them out. That would be the best way to capture them and make them stand trial for stealing your silver. Man, Redditch, you talk like there was silver in there. Didn't you come here to get it? But we, uh, look here. Who's Harnesh and are you anyhow? I came here as a friend to help you get the men who have taken possession of your silver mines. Perhaps they're enemies of mine as well as yours. I begin the survey. They done you while you were sharing some delay. You can think what you please. You figured to get even with them by having us taking prisoners, ain't that it? Perhaps it is. Take the plan or leave it, whichever you like. I've given it to you for what it's worth. Why didn't you try that plan yourself? You're so dead sought on seeing whoever's inside our tunnel captured. Do you think I could take them to trial? And I haven't taken possession of my mine. My son's the best right to do that. It's our property they've taken, ain't it? We're the ones that have to take them to the judge. Furthermore, you have blasting powder. I don't have. Yeah, that's so. I'm for trying this stranger's idea, sleepy. Maybe you are not wrong, mister, with that mask on your face. But I like the style of your talk. If you're for it, part, then I'm for it, too. We'll probably get our heads blowed off, but then that'll keep us from getting hungry again. Come on. [? ?]. Missouri and his partner went about the task of attaching the fuse. The lone ranger slipped quietly away, permitting the two old prospectors to believe that he was an outlaw. When they had the powder and fuse ready, the men crept to a spot a few yards away from the tunnel entrance. Got that fuse fixed right, Missouri? Yeah, it's awful short, but I reckon it'll do. Which one of us better do the throw-in, Missouri? No, no. We've got a door from here, though, where we'll be seen. Got a light? Yeah. Careful with it. I know how to do this. You better throw it, Missouri. We've got to make a land in the side of the hill, just above the tunnel entrance. Leave it to me. Here goes the match. Now for it. Hold it steady while I light that blasted fuse. Yeah? There. She's catching. Throw it quick. There she goes. Fall flat down on the ground. I'm down. Now, who are you? Did it hit right? I don't think so. Yeah, it did. Look, the entrance is closed. We got him trapped. Hit it right square. You're done just swallowing, Missouri. Were you sure block the tunnel that time? All right, sleepy. We're heading for the air shaft at the top of the hill. And when we get there, we'll sit and wait till them coyotes get good and tired of worrying about this mouth. Leapy and Missouri scrambled up the side of the hill to the air shaft and waited there for quite some time. They didn't know that while they were watching the opening, Tonto was racing toward the town to bring the sheriff and his men. Finally, sleepy said. I reckon we can try and help them coyotes now, Missouri. Yep. I'll try and talk to them. Hey, down there. We've got the coverage. And if you want to come out alive, you better surrender. I wonder if they can hear you. Hey, you. You can't get out unless we hold you out with a rope. So you better surrender and we'll leave you to starve. Gosh, I hope we ain't killed them with that blast. Ah, they're down there all right. I hear them moving around a couple of times. You fellas coming up? Are you going to make us drop some blasts and plow it down to this hole? What do you want? By ginger, Missouri, we catch them all right. Now we can take them in to stand trial, then come back and see what they've been stealing from our silver mine. It is all right. Hand me that rope, sleepy. I'll take more time to get you see when coyotes out of there. I'll wrap down a rope and you tie your gun to it first. Where do we get our? When we get your gun. Here's a rope coming down. Tie your guns on it and be quick. Don't mistake a chance for them, please. You know. All right. All right. Here, I'll give you a hand. Yeah, come on, man. Tie the gun, sleepy. Oh, yeah. We'll get it. We'll get the rope down again. She's coming. But remember, we'll drill you, if you try any tricks on us. We won't. Grab a hole now and we'll haul you up. A week like at a hole, Missouri. There now. Oh, now. Don't let her slip now. My bro, my part's still down there. Well, we'll get him out pronto. Now you stand by and don't try nothing. Yeah. He ain't going to drill me? Not if you behave. All we want is for you to take us back into the silver mine and tell us where the new thing's at. The thing? Hey, you hold the gun on him, sleepy. Stand still there till we get your part out. Grab a hole, man. Come on out. How many of you is there? Just two of us. Yeah. Give us a hand and hauling your part out. Oh, these holes take it easy. We found silver in there, and all I want is a mine. I don't know it. Gosh. Well, downright sorry, we're using your minds, and we'll now you blame old folks. Pick them up. He's got another gun. Oh, you didn't know us, huh? It's about time you met the Brugan brothers. Holy mackerel, the Brugan. The Brugan's is right. We ain't letting you go back and tell the sheriff you found us. It'd be a downright disgrace to be catched by a couple of stove-y and old fools like you two. Let's drill them and toss them down in there. Now look here, Brugan. Your Henry killin' skunk. We ain't done nothin' to you. We didn't figure you was a Brugan. We figured you was just a couple of hombres that found silver in our mines. Silver? Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. All that holds good fur is hidein'. And I reckon it'll hide you two from now till doomsday. I doubt that, Brugan. What? The Masked Man. Oh, the Hiram. Look out! Oh, my hair! You're pourin' me the briar again. I'll do more than shoot the guns away. Stranger, these are the Brugans. There's a reward out for them. I know that. And you got them. No, you two men got them. You see, Tonto married to trail them to the tunnel. But he wanted you to make the capture. And he didn't want you killed while doing it. Keep them covered now. The sheriff and his posse are coming to help you. But how'd the sheriff know? I'll kill you for this, mister, if it takes you too long. Your killing days are over, Brugan. If you raise a hand against the Masked Man, then I won't wait for the sheriff to come. I'll deal with you right here and now. I happen to find out how much good you did with the money from your silver mine. You helped a lot of people. And it's about time someone helped you. You saved our lives. That's what you done, mister. I told you there might be silver in your mine. There is. But not as you thought. The rewards that are standing for the capture of these two men will amount to quite a sum. Here, well, hey, boys, it's making the day. And they got some rougans. It ain't nothing, sheriff. It's that Masked Man. He told us there was men in here. And he told us how it happened. You, the boys, holding the guns on them coyotes, roped men, and let's get them into town. At last, we got the Brugan. And to last on you, sheriff, you said old sleepy in Missouri won't fit to travel with a posse. Well, I'm all gone glad they didn't. The posse didn't get no place. But Missouri and the sleepy sure enough did. Get them critters hurted and back to town now, boys. Make it fast. But the reward. There's the man that's entitled to them, sheriff. Oh! Well, looks like he wasn't interested in no reward, Missouri. Glad that there's things I don't savvy about this, sheriff. Me, too. I wonder if it ain't that Masked Man fired the shots that made us figure someone was inside that tunnel. And the same was that there blasting powder. It landed a long way from where it was supposed to land. And yet, when it went off, the explosion was right above the tunnel where it do the most good. There's lots that need to explain to them. Sleepy, that mine weren't no good. And the Masked Man wrote it. All he wanted was for us to capture the two Brugans so we'd get that reward money. And thanks to him, we don't never have to worry about food and stitch again. The story you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.