horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty how silver, the Lone Ranger. With his faithful 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 and the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse Silver, the Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver. Let's go, big fellas. I'm Silver. The Lone Ranger and Tonto reined their horses to a halt on one of the high mountain trails in Piled Canyon. That rider would have been trailing, Tonto. Isn't that him crossing the creek down there? Ah. Young fellow ride buckskin pony. We've had him in sight for three days now. Only a few miles. I'm here to El Cinco. You got there all right. Ah. I can't understand why Sheriff Ferguson was worried about... Here, Sabi. Look. See two men ride horses. Close in on young fellow. That, you're right. They're the same two have been trailing us. Ah. Better we get to bottom of trail plenty quicker. Yes, we'll... No, Tonto. Wait a minute. Me not, Sabi. City, big fella. Look closer. Both of those men have dismounted. One of them is going to climb over the ridge. He'll waylay the boy on that cutback in the trail. That reason we not help, young fellow? No. The main thing is both of them are wearing lawman's badges. And young fellow crook, huh? I don't know, Tonto. Come on. We'll walk the horses and use a side trail. Maybe we can get within earshot of what's going on. Ah. Oh, oh, oh. Guess I must have lost those armies who were trailing me. Ain't seen hiding or harem or something. It's too close for comfort. They must be... I'll head for those rocks. That came from this side of the trail up ahead. It's a good thing I grabbed my Winchester out of the saddle boot. The buzzard pokes his head up. I... You won't do nothing, Buster. What, what? Right behind you. With the gun, the trigger's mighty easy. Drop that rifle. I... Drop it. That's it. Now I'm going to sing out, so don't get jumpy. Pete! Oh, Pete! That's you, Jack? I got him. He headed for the rock, just like we figured he would. Hmm. Mangy-looking critter, ain't he? Say, what's the idea? You road agents have been dogging my trail for two days. Three. What happened to the mask one of you was wearing? The Indian getup? That's some of your crew. We spotted them, too. Why'd you split up? That's a lie. You gunslinging jaspers know it. Take a look at this badge in my vest. You mean, lawman? What'd you expect? Pick up his Winchester, Pete. Guess that was the only hardware he was packing. I don't know what kind of a dodge you gents are trying to pull, but I can... Walk over to that caillus of yours, and you'd better keep them hands elevated. Move. Suppose you are, lawman. What are you trailing me for? In case you don't know, you're in Paiute County. Have been for the last two miles. I happen to be the sheriff here. Name's Jack Booth. This is Pete Crawford, my deputy. That doesn't mean anything to me. What's your name? Bob Stevens. Are you sure of that? Memory ain't failing you, is it? I ought to know my own name. I'm getting tired of... What did you say your name was again? Stevens. Bob Stevens. Yeah, hear that, Pete? Might need your statement if he tries to deny it later on. Yeah. Deny it? Why should I deny my own name? Because it ain't yours. Ain't mine? What in the world are you talking... You didn't bury him deep enough. Bury him? Who? Bob Stevens. After you bushwhacked the kid, you should have buried him deeper. Coyotes dug him up, and he was identified. You're loco. I'm Bob Stevens. Then why did Sheriff Ferguson over in Porterville send word that Stevens had been murdered, and that you'd probably head this way to claim the property young Bob inherited? Wait a minute. Now, look. I got a letter from a lawyer in El Cinco telling me about my uncle dying. Sheriff Ferguson in Porterville saw it, and he knows that I... What's right here in my pocket... Keep your hands up. Like as not, you stole everything Stevens had on him when you did the killing. I tell you, I'm Bob Stevens. Stubborn curse, ain't he? Yeah. We'll take him into town. Climb in your cayuse, bud, and don't try any tricks. But I tell you... All right. Now, line out up the trail. We'll be right behind you. And remember, I just as soon pumped lead into a murderer as look at him. Get out there. Get out. Come on. What do you think, Kimosabe? I don't know, Toto. We trail him? Yes. Here, Silver. Scout. Maybe young fella fooled Lawman at Porterville. And fooled us. That's possible. Steady, Silver. This Lawman seemed plenty sure. Him half crook. He may be right. But it won't do any harm for us to find out for ourselves. Mon, Silver. Get out, Scouts. Oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh. Oh, there. Oh. Now what? This is the best jail we've got. Hit the dirt. Guess it won't do any good to tell you again that you're making a mistake. Not a bit. Take the horses down to the stable, Pete. Yeah. Get out. Come on. Get out. Better empty your pockets right here in the desk. Don't allow prisoners to keep anything on them while they're here. You've already got my rifle. I'm not carrying anything except some tobacco, papers, jackknife, a money belt. I'll take care of these until you... Congratulations, Sheriff. Pete Crawford just told me you found that murder from Porterville. We got him all right. Who's this? My name's Qualey, young man. Lawyer Qualey. Qualey? You must be... You wrote me a letter. I wrote to Robert Stevens, the nephew of the late Amos Stevens. Yeah, that's me. You see, Qualey, he's one of them homers who goes right on line, even when he knows he's beat. Yeah, I can see that. Here's Clay Fisher. Hear the news, Clay? Yeah. Here's another one of them telegraph messages for you, Sheriff. Just come in down at the depot. You're the brass pounder. You must have riddled it out. What does it say? A description of the Jasper Sheriff Ferguson thinks must have murdered Bob Stevens. Let me see it. Hmm. About five feet ten. Medium weight. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Carrying to Winchester, riding a buckskin pony. This is him. There's no doubt of it. Real name's Johnny Harper. So that's your handle, then. How many times do I have to tell you my name is Bob Stevens? Clay, you go back to the depot and send Sheriff Ferguson a message. Yeah. Tell him I've arrested this varmint and... What's the matter, Jack? Who's that redskin stand out there? Redskin? Oh, they all look alike. What do... Hey, engine. What you hanging around here for? Well, me hunt for color. Make talk on wire. Talk on... Oh. You mean the telegrapher? Ah. Customer for you, Clay. You want to send a telegram engine? No. Me not do it now. Come, Scout. What do you mean? No light wire the dog. Get him on the tongue. Well, I'll be... The engine's local. One look at you, Clay, and he changes my... Ah, shut up. Come on, Bob. Back in the cell for you. Move. If there ever was a frame-up, this is it. They all say that. Every critter that's ever been in the same place, you are. Take it over, Bob. Hold, fella. Hold. Hold, fella. Hold. You get a fast trip, Tonto. What did you find out? Lawman. Lawman put young fella in jail. Sheriff is evidently convinced the boy's a murderer. Ah. When me outside Lawman's office, man who make wire talk come in there. Me, a telegrapher? Ah. Him bring message from Sheriff Ferguson in Porterville. Well, I can't understand why Sheriff Ferguson would ask us to trace Stevens. Then why are the... Tonto, what kind of a jail do they have in El Cinco? Well, it's not big. It's made from Dobie Block. Good. Isn't there a trail that circles south of town so we could reach the rear of the jail without being seen? Ah. We right now? Oh, not yet. Wait till after sundown. I don't know, Qualey. Everything's got to be strictly legal. Would I suggest anything that wasn't legal? Well, all right. Pete! Hey, Pete! Yeah? Mr. Qualey wants to talk to that varmint we've got penned up. Take a lantern and show him the way back there. Sure. That isn't necessary, Sheriff. I know the way. Give me the lantern. Be careful. He's kind of tricky. So am I. Well, Johnny, you don't look very cheerful. Uh, what... How many times do I have to tell you, Amos? My name is... Bob Stevens. I know. Then why don't you... Oh, it's you. A lawyer. What do you want? To help you. Yeah? Why? Well, that's my business, helping people who are in trouble. You're the one who got me into this thing. If you hadn't written about my Uncle Amos dying, I wouldn't have gotten... Now, Johnny, it's bad business for a client to lie to his lawyer. Tell the truth. Well, of all the... Listen, I'm not your client. And if I wanted a lawyer, you'd be the last. Now, forget that. Said I wanted to help you. How? Get you out of here. There's a door at the back of this place. It's unlocked. And there's a horse tied to a cottonwood tree about 50 feet away. Yeah? Even if that was true, it wouldn't help me. Those iron bars you're leaning up against are not... How's that, hmm? Hey, I... How did you... Ah, never mind. Told you I wanted to help you. Yeah. Here's a gun. Thanks. Don't make any noise. Walk slowly to reach the back door. Then get out. I don't see why... Hurry up, hurry up, before the sheriff hears you. Oh, who's up? Oh, fella. Oh, fella. Oh. That the jail, Tonto? Ah. I'll walk over to the side first, and then I... Wait a minute. Somebody coming out the back door. Ah. It's young fella, Bob Stevens. He's heading for a horse hitched to the tree. Ah, maybe he must... Sir, Pete, he's getting away. Johnny Harper's getting away. Where? Where are the guns at? We'll never talk to Stevens unless we keep him alive. Use your gun, Tonto. Ah. Right there, sir. Oh, he's gang. That last guy we were afraid of. Got him. He's heading south, Tonto. We've got to catch him before the law does. Follow the boy. Get him up. Come on, Silver. I want a posse. Every man in town. We'll nail that kid in his outhood pods. They're heading out the south trail. Bring every man here, and we'll get him. 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. Now to continue our story. Urging their horses at top speed, the Lone Ranger and Tonto quickly overtook the escaping prisoners. Wait. Can't outrun you. This gun's no good. Oh, Silver. Oh, Silver. Oh, Silver. Oh, Silver. Oh, Silver. Oh, Silver. Oh, Silver. Oh, Silver. Oh, Silver. This is no use in trial. Quick. Take that side trail to the left. There's a posse right behind us. We've got to lose it. Oh, you... You're masked. I thought you... Hurry, we've got to move off this trail. And the Indian. He's the same one I saw this afternoon. We'll be time for explanations later. Lead off, Tonto. We'll follow you. Get him up, Scout. Get him up, Silver. With Tonto leading the way, the Lone Ranger and Bob Stevens urged their horses along a half-ridden back trail that led through Tangled Mesquite and Chaparral. The sudden disappearance of three horsemen that apparently vanished into thin air baffled the sheriff's posse. Angrily, they gave up the pursuit and returned to El Cinco. Unaware that less than half a mile away in the Lone Ranger's secluded camp, Bob Stevens had finished telling his story. That's all I know about it. The sheriff, Jack Booth, and his deputy picked me up on the trail east of here late this afternoon. They arrested me for killing myself. Yes, I know. Tonto and I were there. There? I didn't see... I mean, how could... Tell me, uh... Tell me, you are Bob Stevens, aren't you? Sure. I swear I am. I believe you, Bob. That's why Tonto and I helped you to dodge the posse. Yeah. I'm sure grateful to you for what you've done. But I don't see why... For no other reason. Because I'm a friend of Sheriff Ferguson in Porterville. You? A masked owl hoot, a friend of Sheriff Ferguson? Well, I guess there's no use of me trying to figure it out. More important to discover the reason for the trouble you're in. Yeah. Where can you start? The whole thing's so mixed up. Did you say it was Qualey the lawyer who unlocked your cell and gave you a gun? Yeah. An empty one. If you hadn't have been there, they would have drilled me. It was a double cross. Yes, yes, I know. This seems as good a place as any to start. What do you mean? With a lawyer. Tonto, you go ahead and find out where he lives. Bob and I will meet you at the edge of town in about an hour. Ah, you do it. Tonto left the Lone Ranger's camp and arrived on the outskirts of El Cinco a few moments later. He dismounted there and led Scout through the thick shadows that cloaked the sleeping town. Making use of his instinctive trailing sense was only a short time until the masked man's faithful Indian companion had completed the task assigned to him. In the meantime, the Lone Ranger and Bob Stevens arrived at their prearranged meeting place. Oh, oh, Silver. Oh, oh. Tonto should be around. Yes, there he is. Must be somewhere near that row of houses. Make as little noise as you can. Come on, Silver. Get up. Come on. Who, who, who, who? Easy, big fella. Kemosabe. Yes, Tonto? Me find a house where Qualey fella live. Good. Easy. Which one is it, Tonto? Last one. End of street. You come with me, Bob. Right. Tonto will wait here with the horses. I want to keep our back trail covered. Sure. All I'd like to know is... No questions now, except the ones I'm going to ask Mr. Qualey. A light. He must be in bed. You're going to bust right in the front door? I think one of the windows will be quicker. We'll try it. Give me your hand. I'll help you up. Sure. You got a match? I'll see. Yeah. Here's one they didn't take away from me at the jail. Good. Strike it. We'll risk a light. Nothing here. Must be the bedroom over there. We'll try that. Ain't that him? Over there asleep. We'll see. Qualey. Qualey. Hey, what the... Bite the lamp, Bob. Yeah. Masked. An outlaw. And Johnny Harper. My name ain't Harper, and you know it. What do you want? The truth. How did you get in here? I'll call the sheriff. The first thing you'll do is answer some questions. There could be a murder right here in your bedroom, Mr. Qualey. What do you want to know? Why did you give Bob Stevens an empty gun and help him escape from jail? Why, I didn't know... And then yell for the sheriff so I'd be shot trying to get away. I didn't know the gun was empty. Doesn't make any difference now. You wrote Bob a letter telling him his uncle had died. I wrote to Bob Stevens in Fortersville, not to this... What does Amos Stevens' estate consist of? I refuse to divulge... Answer my question. Well, just a little shack on that hill east of town. No money? Nothing. Just the shack. And it's not worth over a hundred dollars. Now that the real Bob Stevens have been murdered... Your story and your actions don't make sense, Qualey. Who else is behind this thing? I don't care if you are threatening me with a gun. There's no outlaw can break into my house and force... I'll get word to the sheriff. You hear that? Sounded like somebody... Yes, Bob. Now I'm beginning to understand. Quick, tear one of those sheets. We'll see that Mr. Qualey doesn't move for a while. Now listen, you can't get a... That's what you think. Hand me some strips, Bob. Here. Good. Now hold him while I tie a few nuts and fix a gag. Right. Say, why did he sing out like that? He must have been warning somebody. Yes, you're right. And I think I know who it was. There. Now come on. We'll have to hurry. Out we go. Tonto, did you see anyone leave the house while Bob and I were inside? Two fellas run out back door plenty fast. I thought so. Which way are we heading? The railway station. How do you figure that? I may be wrong, but I... Come on, Silver, get them up. Get up. This place is all locked up. Nobody here. Yes, I'm afraid they beat us to it steady. To what? No sign of... Wait. There's somebody on that bunk over there. Asleep. I hope so. Like one of those wall lamps. Yeah. Who is the gent? Why, I think it's a telegrapher. Is that right, Tonto? Ah. Same fella. But he... He's plugged through the head. Ah. Who'll kill him? Isn't this the man who brought the telegram to the sheriff this afternoon? Yeah. I'm sure he is. But I don't savvy how you knew. The telegram was a fake. And when the men who left Qualey's house a few minutes ago found out we were there, they came over here and killed their partner. Who are they? We'll find out soon enough. There's only one place he'll head for. Where? Your uncle Shaq. The one Qualey was telling us about. Come on. Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho. It really is a broken down looking place. Uncle Amos must have... Steady. Maybe a different story on the inside, Rob. It's in here. Just one room. And a pretty dirty one, too. Uncle Amos lived all alone. I guess he wasn't very particular. They knew we were telling them. And this would be the logical place to head for. Who are you talking about? There's nobody here. Oh, I'm not so sure. I thought so. What do you mean? This part of the floor. It's a trap door. There must be a cellar or something. Let me lift a ton of people. Now strike another light, Bob, so we can see. Down, both of you. Who is it? Who's down there? I have a good idea. And as soon as I... I think that did it. Come up out of there, both of you. And come up with your hands above your heads. What? It's the sheriff. Yes, and his deputy. Now listen here. I'm the sheriff of this county. You mean you were the sheriff. When the United States Marshal hears about this, you'll have a different title. So these law dogs were double-crossing me all the time. Even before they picked you up and accused you of murdering yourself. But... but why? It don't make sense. The answer must be down here in the cellar. Keep them covered ton of... What? Wait. You mean this shack? No, it's underneath it. A good sized gold mine. A gold mine? Well, I'll be... And these buzzards were trying to cheat me out of it. Pretty obvious. Qualey, the lawyer, knew about it. When your uncle died, he willed it to you. Qualey worked with the sheriff here. But why trail me for three days? They wanted to get rid of you legally. When you didn't try to shoot it out and give them an excuse for a killing, they locked you up. 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