Fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hi-yo silver. The Lone Ranger. In 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. Come on, Silver, there's danger of the trail ahead. Deep in the valley, a cluster of lights glittered against the heavy curtain of night. To the two horsemen who rode slowly down the trail to the plain below, it looked like a tiny jewel against the now darkening grass. One of the riders was a tall man who wore a white hat and a black mask. He rode a white stallion. The other was a grave-faced Indian dressed in buckskin who sat a paint. As the horsemen reached the end of their journey, the cluster of lights materialized into the town of Greentree. Slowly, the Lone Ranger and Tonto rode through the main street and up to the general store. General store just ahead, Tonto. Maybe we can persuade the owner to open up. Store all dark. House in back dark, too. Yes, the storekeeper may not be there. If he isn't, we'll go on to the cafe. Oh, plenty light in cafe. Plenty people there. I don't want to go beyond Greentree without the supplies we need. Door, a store, wide open. Yes, I see it is. The place is dark. Oh, there's someone in there. You see him move? Yes. Steady, Silver. Full big fella. Two horse in back. Full saddle and horse. Steady. Come along, Tonto. This place ain't open for business. I want to speak to you. I tell you, this place ain't open for business. I just come to get me something I needed. We've traveled a long way and we still have a long trip ahead. If you'll sell me what I need, we won't have to spend the night in Greentree. Well, all right. What do you want? Make it first. Can't you make a light in here? The lantern's out of oil. What do you want? Well, I need meal and bacon and... You ain't got none. There's plenty oil in this lamp. See here, you. There it is. Tonto, look out. Yes. Oh. Oh, that'll be on you. I got the red skin. Yeah, and I got this, hombre. We got what we need? Sure. Then let's travel. Make it fast. Yeah, I gotta close the front door. We never should have left it open in the first place. We had to be ready to make a fast getaway either direction. Yeah. Now, what about these two? Should we leave them when they drop? Sure, we hit them hard enough to keep them cooled off for some time. Come on. Maybe we ought to drill them to make sure. And bring the town here with a gunshot? Come on, we're in the clear. We didn't leave any clues. When they found out what we borrowed from the store, the folks are sure very curious. Downright curious. The clatter of hoops echoed on the street in a silent night as the two outlaws spurred their horses for the getaway. Behind them, in the general store, lay the inert figures of the Lone Ranger and Tonto, where they had been dropped by the surprise blows of gun butts against their skulls. Then, his head reeling, the masked man regained consciousness. For a moment, his mind groped for a clue to his whereabouts in the dark interior. Then, suddenly, he heard a faint rustle behind him and turned to face it. Something back of me. You're quiet. You're not hurt, man. No, Tonto. Oh, me here. I saw someone about to hit you. I lined against the door. Arm upraise. I get hit on the head. I'm the storekeeper. We're still in the store. You wait. I'm with you. All right. Head on clear in a minute. Get your hands up. You're covered. Close it, boys. Grab him, guys. Rope the crinners. You're under arrest. We got you covered. Don't make a move. Keep your hands up. Somebody light the lamps. Hold on, all of you. Hey, slip away from me. Hold your fire. Don't shoot. It's too close. Listen to me. I'm up here on the counter. All of you keep back. You're covered. You with the match. Go ahead and light the lantern. Have a look at this place. Hey, he's masked. Yes, I'm masked. Otto, come up here with me. Hey, come. If you don't surrender right away, we'll have more charges against you. You're the sheriff? I am. Then you'll be interested in what I have to say. Todd and I stopped here when we saw the door open. We wanted supplies. Well, two men were here, and we thought one was the owner of the store. I'm the owner. No one else. We didn't know that. We were knocked down and out. Came to a moment before you closed in on us. I seen you. I seen your horses out front and called my friends. I could see you hiding. The two of you hugging the floor so you wouldn't be seen. I told you why we were on the floor. Well, what's been stolen? I'll ask the questions here. All right. Go on and ask. Andy, what's been stolen? My cash is all here. It's $500. Not touched at all. There's a case that's been emptied. What was in it? Will you keep still? Andy, ain't that the case where you kept all the mentioned beads and bright paints and hunks of glass and the like? Yeah. Why was all that stuff stolen? Aren't worth hardly anything at all. Search those two hombres. Stay where you are. Now, what else is gone? Anything else going, Andy? Hey, my stock of fancy clothes is cleaned up. I had a dozen pants and coats on that there bar. Why in Tunkett would anyone steal that stuff and leave the high-priced silk goods in the cash? Why did you do it, stranger? Where'd you hide that stuff? We're leaving now, Sheriff. Get your friends away from the door. You're doing nothing of the sort. You're prisoners. Here, Silver. Come on, Silver. Jump to your own horse, Tonto. Let me do it. That's it. Get him up. Come on, Silver. Leaning low over their horses' necks, the masked man and his Indian friend raced for the prairie. The powerful strides of Silver and Scout soon outdistanced any thought of pursuit for the sheriff and his men, and they fired wildly into the night after the fast disappearing figures. As soon as he was sure they were safe, the lone ranger signaled a stop and reined in his white stallion near a clump of trees. Quickly, Tonto followed suit. We can stay here for the night, Tonto. They'll never find us if we don't use a campfire. That's right, but why we stay here? We can't go far without supplies. We'd not get supplies from the store. We'd go back there. Sheriff grabbed us. Do you want to leave here with the law considering us thieves? No. Well, if we find the crooks, we'd clear our names. Ah. And Tonto, those crooks are up to something big. What you mean? Well, if it was cash they were after, they could have had it. That's right. The cash and the more valuable things in the store hadn't been touched. They didn't even steal the high-priced guns and pistols. And steal Indian beads and other things Indians like. Yes. Thieves, not Indian. You hear a fella talk. You're right. Those men were not Indians. They're going to deal with Indians. I want to know what they're up to. The two thieves made good their escape and headed north. The following morning found them cooking breakfast after an all-night ride on horseback. Benton, the whole thing worked out as smooth as silk. We got the stuff we needed and we left a couple of hombres to take the blame for the stealing. Oh, yes. I think those two will take the blame. Sure they will. That's without a squawk. Squawking won't help them none. Hey, give me some of that jab. Hey, here you are. Is that bacon ready yet? Yeah, help yourself. Help yourself. There were strangers in town. The one I laid out was masked. Mashed? Mm-hmm. You sure? He didn't say anything about that. Yeah, he was, though. Well, the chances are he was aiming to rob the store anyhow. Sure thing. It was a redskin that I got. I know. If that makes it all the more reasonable, I suppose those two will be blamed. Well, what about the loot? Hmm? What about them being knocked out? The sheriff will figure there was another one that got away. We're in the clear. Hurry up and finish eating. We got work to do. Well, how soon will we get to the redskin camp? Yeah, it's just the other side of that there ridge. You know one of those redskins, don't you? Sure. You can talk to him? I told you that part was all said. Good. They're bad a lot, too. Poison bad. Yeah, so I've heard. The folks that live between here and the town are always afraid those critters will get on the war path. Yeah, we won't have no trouble at all working out our scheme. Maybe we should have took some fire water from the store. No, no. Well, there was some cash there, too. We should have took that. Well, we got all we need. Shucks, we'll have more cash than we can take care of when we put this deal across. Hold it. Yeah, you're a horse. Come out and clear what we can see. Get your shooting around. Look, great day in the morning. We're in 18-carat luck. It's a redskin. Who? The critter I know. The one I'm working with. The half-breed. A breed, huh? Yeah, her name's Half-Crow. Hi there, breed. Hi. Where are you going? Here, robbery in town. You heard of that already? Right, I'll come into camp at daybreak. One of you own? That right. One of my tribe. He told of robbery. I come see if you're all right. Well, we're here, ain't we? Sure, we're all right. You're not here alone very long. What do you mean? From top of hill, two other riders can be seen. They follow trail, come this way. Who are they? Masked man on white horse and redskin. Masked man? Him called Lone Ranger. The Lone Ranger? Sig that does it. That explains it. That's who that hombre was. The Lone Ranger. He's got away from the lawman in town. I see. Him come this way. Follow trail. Find you. That not good. Well, it ain't bad. Now that we know he's coming. Ambush? Why, sure. That's what we'll do. Well, how are things in the camp, in your camp? Indians ready to act. I told a story about great wealth. Oh, you did, huh? That's good. All Indians believe there are great wealth coming on next train through here. All Indian ready to attack train on signal. Good. You bring Indian wealth? Just you take the packs off our horses back there. Your outfit there. Show them what kind of stuff is in the train. Tell them there's a whole train loader. The same sort of stuff. And tell them there's a lot of fire water, too. That'll get them. I may go back with word. You tell when train comes. Train comes tomorrow. The packs are there on the low branch of the tree. Fenton and Meal head back and waylay that lone ranger. Trailing, as you say, huh? That right. Must have doggone good eyesight. He has. Come on, Fenton. I'm with you as soon as a saddle. Never mind the saddle. Ride bareback. No time to saddle. That's it, Breed. That's the stuff you want. Take her along with you. We'll check with you later on. Ready, Fenton? All ready. Here goes for that lone ranger. Get along there, boys. Come on. Get up. Quickly, the two outlaws spurred their horses in the direction of the lone ranger. As they rode, they planned how they would ambush the masked man and his Indian friend. Meanwhile, unaware that the renegades were heading back to waylay them, the lone ranger and Tonto held their horses to a slow walk. The trail isn't hard to follow, Tonto. Not the sun is up. That right. It wouldn't have made any time at all if we tried to follow it at night. There are woods ahead. Yes. The trees get pretty thick on the side of that ridge. Ah. He said there were a band of Indians nearby. Ah. We see smoke from Indian fire at dawn. Indian in Pally, beyond ridge. This trail heads right toward the ridge. Maybe we'll find the thieves there. Maybe. I can't understand why they left the valuable things and stole the trash. Something's brewing. Ah. Something big. Concealed by the thick branches of trees, the outlaws crept stealthily out on a crooked bow which overlooked the trail and waited for their quarry to approach. Their small, beady eyes fastened with anticipation on the two figures riding toward them, unaware of the danger which lay ahead. Then, slowly, carefully, they raised their guns and squinted along the sights at their targets. Fenton, get your rifle ready. They're coming. I'm ready. Shoot them when I give the word and shoot to kill. I won't take chances with the Lone Ranger. If I'd known it was him, I'd done for him in the stall. I'm all set. I'll shoot and shoot to kill. 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. Concealed by branches and the leaves of the tree where they had propped themselves in a bow to pick off the Lone Ranger and Tonto with gunfire, the two outlaws carefully took aim on their targets. Unmindful that the men they were trailing were lying in ambush just ahead, the Lone Ranger and Tonto rode on. Suddenly, the grave-faced Indian lifted his hand and signaled a halt. What is it, Tonto? Look at the trail here for a minute. The tracks of those men are mighty clean cut at this point. Men in saddle. Yes, I know. I meant the tracks of the horses they rode. Ah, me take a close look at ground. You get off horse, too. Very well, Kemosabe. What is it, Tonto? You look at ground real close. Keep eye on ground. Well? Maybe danger in tree ahead. Danger? There's a fellow in there in hiding. There is. You see birds, axe strain, someone in tree. How do we make sure? You keep out of gunfire. Me ride ahead. And get shot? No, we'll both ride ahead. Charge and take them before they're ready. They won't look for a sudden attack. Oh, me ready. Get ready to jump for your saddle. Keep your head down. Ready, steady. Come on, Silvia. Get them off. Fire on them. Racing their mounts down the line of fire, the Lone Ranger and Tonto loosened their guns in readiness. At their rider's command, the powerful white stallion in the sturdy paint leaped with long, sinewy strides toward the tree where the outlaws were hiding. In a moment, they had reached their destination. And standing in their saddles, the masked man and the Indian quickly grasped the renegades by the heels and pulled them from their perch. And there, Fummer. Put them, Silvia. At them, boy. Leap, fix them. I'll take this one. Yeah, look out there, you little redskin. You'll finish what you started last night. Hello, look out. Me got them. Don't knock them out. You want to question them. Hey, you. Get up. Now, see here. Come on, on your feet. Let me alone. Let me be. I ain't done nothing. What's the idea, anyhow? That's what I want to know. You knocked us down last night. Oh, that ain't so. We never seen you before. Yes, you did, in the store in Greentree. It was dark. Oh, now, hold on. You got me mixed up with someone else. Me and my friend just came from Greentree. We followed your tracks. Well, we heard about the robbery in the store. Sure, we heard about it, but we didn't have anything to do with it. A two-track here. Yes. Why did you ride your own back trail? We heard you coming, that's all. We wondered who it was. Sure we did. Our camp's just yonder a little ways. Oh, we're giving it to you straight, mister. We never robbed nobody. We wouldn't do that. We're just a couple of hombres that finally got fed up with being out of work in town and decided to head north and look for new diggings. That's right. We was only going to try our luck in the country north of here. Yeah, we heard there might be gold to be found. Well, we'll have a look at your camp. We don't know anything about you being knocked down. Do we look like the sort of critters that do that kind of thing? I don't know. I'll take your guns out. Me take pistols. You take rifles. You rode up ahead and then came back. Sure. Sure we did, sure. I was wondering about you. We saw you coming and wearing that mask. Yes. So we figured you might be the thieves. Well, we thought to ask you questions. All right. Mount up. Sure. What are you going to do with this? See your camp. I'll get going. Yes, sir. Whatever you say, mister, but if you're honest men, you'll find us the same. Get going. We'll ride back of you, steady big fella. You won't shoot us in the back. Get going. Yes, sir. Get up there. Get up. What about it, Tonto? Me, sure. Them same fellas. They might have followed the wrong trail. They tell a pretty straight story. Those same fellas. Me, no boys. You don't make mistakes, Tonto. But if they don't have any of the stolen goods in their camp, I... Well, we see. Get them up, Scout. Come on, Silver. It's logical enough for them to have sighted us, laid in wait to see who we were. Anyone from town knew of the robbery and saw us coming, they'd do the same. Them fellas crooks. Me, no. We'll see if they have the stolen goods in their camp. Herding their prisoners before them, the Lone Ranger and Tonto rode toward the outlaw's camp, where they hoped to find the goods stolen from the general store. Soon they were there, but unaware that the two robbers had given their loot to half-crow, the half-breed, to take to the Indian camp, they failed to find any trace of the goods. There you are. You see? There ain't a sign of anything that don't belong to us around here. Very well. I hope you're satisfied. There's certainly no evidence against you. You wait, Kim. That's all right, Tonto. We'll go on toward the Indian camp. Maybe we can find something there. It's a sure thing that Indian goods were stolen from the store. Hold on. You took our guns. Your rifles are there against that tree. And here are your pistols. Thanks. Sorry, sorry to have bothered you. You sure clipped me a good one on the chin, but I'm willing to call it square. Thanks. If I made a mistake, I'll apologize. Come on, boy. Drill the redskin. I'll get the other one. Right. Hold him, Tonto. My gun's empty. You bet it is. Tricked us. This time, there's no mistake. Let me go. Let me go. Rub that one. Let me fix them. Rub them good, Tonto. We don't like being shot in the back, you crooks. Oh, now, we wasn't shooting. Don't lie anymore. Now, why did the Indian who came here from the north take the stuff you stole? Well, we don't know what you're talking about. The tracks tell part of the story. The evidence, the rest. Let the rope hurt. Yeah, the rope on Mick hurt plenty more. Yeah, put that one on his horse. You'll see what the sheriff has to say. Lashing the outlaws in their horses' saddles, the masked man and Tonto drove them ahead toward Green Tree in the sheriff's office. Surprised by their appearance, the sheriff questioned the Lone Ranger's prisoners for hours, then puzzled, returned to the masked man and the Indian. I don't know how to take you, stranger. Those two you brought in are worthless critters. I know that. Well, you spent a whole day talking to them, Sheriff. What do they say? They stick to their story. They know that they have to. They confess. They're sure to be jailed. The whole thing boils down to this. You've got to prove they robbed the store. Very well. Come along, Tonto. Now, hold on. What's that? Where are you going? Try and get the proof. Oh, no, you don't. The law wants you to. You broke away from us last night, but you don't do it again. How do you think we can get the proof you want if we stay here? I got enough of getting you to jail you. You was at the scene of the crime. Now, by thunder, I'll question you. Where's your accomplice? Accomplice? Now, come through with a straight yarn. Where is he? What are you talking about? You had another man with you when you robbed the store. He's the one that got away with the loot. Where is he? Oh, Sheriff. Hey, Sheriff. Sheriff, what about Fenton and Sig? Turn them loose. We got no call to hold them any longer. Oh, Sheriff, plenty big fool. Wait, Tonto. All right. Oh, say, Sheriff, all the boys are still on guard around the office. Should we let them go? No. Keep them here. We're jailing this masked man and the redskin. Sheriff, if you want the other man who was involved in this robbery, you'll have to follow his trail. Yeah? Yes. I knew it. The other one, Tonto. You got him? Hey! We're leaving. If any of your guards fire, they'll hit you. You can't do that! Now, if you can follow us, you might learn lots of things, Sheriff. Steady, big fella. Hit for the saddle, Tonto. Come on, Silver. Airmen! The following morning, the train from the east rounded a curve in the distance. Fenton and Sig were hidden by the right of way, awaiting the impending wreck. Yeah. Be here in no time now. Yeah. Seems a shame that the choo-choo has to get wrecked, but it can't be helped. I ain't seen anything of the redskins. I reckon they'll be on here. Oh, yeah. Likely amongst them rocks on the foreside of the tracks. Yeah. They'll be on the job all right enough. It's coming at a good clip. As fast as the fastest horse can travel. Yeah, be here in a minute now. I bet there'll be an awful lot of noise when it piles into them logs on the track. Say, it looks to be slowing down some. Yeah. See it? Yeah, sure enough. Why is that train slowing that way? I don't know. That and the doggone thing's coming right down almost to a stop. It is coming to a stop. Look at it. Suddenly, the great wheels of the engine began to slow. A shrill blast echoed across the range land as the pistons settled to a slower pace and the cars behind creaked protestingly and jolted one another as they were braked. From duration, that means the critters in the engine will likely shoot a couple of the redskins. Oh, what's the odds? It'll still look the same, an engine rate on the train. The engines will get all the blame and we'll get to go. There's only one thing I don't like. What's that? Where'd that mass man, the engine, go? You heard what the boys in town said. The sheriff lost track of it. There come the redskins. That's the stuff. They're riding down on the train. They'll wipe out the crew in no time. Hey, Penn, look. Over there. The sheriff and the posse raced down on the attacking Indians. A score of townsmen rode with the lawmen, bearing guns and fighting hard. On the train, more gunfire broke out. A score of men inside the boxcars poured hot fire at the attackers. Though the fight was five minutes old, it was practically over. The Indians were quickly turned back, then trapped in order to throw down their arms. And be quick about it. We don't want to hurt any more of you. Yeah, we'd better clear out while we got the chance. Something went wrong, Clinton. Let's make our sneak. Oh, you don't. The mass man. Here they are, sir. We're coming. Oh, now, wait. Hold on. We got you this time. Oh, we ain't done nothing. Nothing but loot the storm, plan to wreck and rob the train. We got no proof. Well, you doggone dumb critters, the Lone Ranger had your tag when he was in my office yesterday. He had the whole thing worked out. He knew you wouldn't talk, so we talked so he could hear us. What? We've been framed. You double-cross. You'll lead Redskin to trap. Me fix you. Oh, no, no, no. Stop it. Oh. Oh, that breed was going to... Yes, he tried to knife you, Sig. He thought you'd double-crossed him. And he'd have got you. If that Lone Ranger hadn't shot his knife away, I don't know why you deserve to have your life saved, though. You don't need us now, Sheriff, unless you still want to jail us. Jail you? You hear that, boys? I should jail that man. I should jail the Lone Ranger. Adios, Sheriff. All right, big fella. Get him up, scum. Get him up. I'll see you. What you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.
