champion of justice, throwing shimmering heat waves against three horses and their riders. Look like miners. I thought gold mining was a thing of the past. Maybe not miners. Well, two of them are dressed like miners, and there's some digging tools on the horses. Oh, he did. His two companions waited silent and motionless behind the brush, which he seen could observe the approaching men, and he took the opportunity to impress their appearance on his mind. One of the men was a heavy set, rough-looking man, dressed in miners' clothes. The other was an elderly little man, with all the earmarks of a meek tenderfoot. As the horseman came within earshot, the heavy set man called for a halt. Bring up here a minute, meeker. We're stopping here, Mr. Kohler. To give Bart and the pack horses a chance to catch up. Oh, you think we'll reach Rimrock before... Now, are you getting anxious? I know it's foolish, but I can hardly wait to see the essay on the gold mine. Oh, I told you the ore showed a fine essay. Oh, it isn't that I doubt your word, Mr. Kohler. You'll feel better when you get the word of an expert. Friend, meeker is anxious to see the essay. Oh, it seems too good to be true. I can't see why you're willing to let me buy part of your mind. Well, that's because we need an educated man like you for a partner, meeker. Oh, it means so much to me, for the sake of my son. If something worthwhile is nothing to me. He's in the east with my sister. He's up and visit him. Maybe not, meeker. Yes. We don't want the news of our mind, so you'd better not say anything. The three men rode away. The Lone Ranger motioned to Dan and Tonto about the deal concerning the... What kind of trick? Isn't there something we can do about it? How can we find it? ...upon the man in the essay office to work overtime so meeker could see the value of the ore that had been... Then paced the floor nervously. A thousand carefully saved dollars, increased wealth, but the simple act of investing in a gold mine... ...to other men, such a thing had ever happened to me. He saw the clerk better than you said. It's like a dream. But it's Simon. Hey, head, meeker. I'll catch up. Is everything else else? Take meeker to the mine first thing in the morning. Ways to get cash. And rained up near the mouth of the tunnel of the end of the Holder's back trail at one side. And a guard sat in front of the... ...way so Dan and I can examine this mine. What do you expect to find here? I want to see what the ore looks like. The guy doesn't notice anything there. Dan? Yes? I want to examine this. A lot more light? I can see enough in the firelight. Is that gold ore? It's ore that came from that tunnel. Oh. And here's where Colder and his friends fill their sight. Then this must be the stuff they're taking to town. Yes. Is it any good? Have it a say. The old trick. What do you mean, the old trick? Colder's salt of this ore. You'll come to camp? I'll be there later. I'll fix up a disguise. He might be more willing to answer them if you were without a disguise, wearing that mask. I'll have to look around to find him. By the time the Lone Ranger had met Tonto and affected a disguise that would stand up under close scrutiny, the evening was well advanced. With Meeker. Definitely. Oh, mister, you're too late. He's already signed the partner. He's bought himself some money. That's my money. Get their guns, boys. Now kick them over the corner. Well, you and the boys got here just in time, Bart. I saw my way up to sea and saw this hombre pushing your door in. Figured something was wrong, so I went after the boys. What's up? This hombre and his engine part was fixing to turn us over to the law. The pitcher was handy. The two hombres sure put up a fight. Wouldn't have had a chance if it would let me plug him, Vince. Yeah, brought the whole town here. People don't pay much attention to scuffling, but a gunshot... Well, I thought you wanted to be... Yes, hombre was smart enough to know to ruin our plans. We can't afford to have folks busting in now. Ah, you're right. What are we going to do with these two? Nothing for the time being. Time and gag him. We're going through with the plan? Give him in the shack. Coulter's men kept close watch on the prisoners in the shack. At daybreak, Coulter rode away with his gang, including the guard. Then Tonto squirmed across the... Turned his back so his hands, though tightly tied, could reach the cloth that held a gag in the Lone Ranger's mouth. His fingers were numb and groping, but after a time, the gag was loose. They reversed their positions, and the Indians' gag soon lay on the floor. Tried in hard knots that resisted the Lone Ranger's effort. Agent Tonto dashed into the hotel and ran unnoticed up the back stairs to Vince Coulter's room where they retrieved their guns. A moment later, they were in the silence. Come on, big time. Move, get out. Toward the Rock Canyon Trail, Barton and his men waited tensely at the old mine shaft. Any sign of them yet? Didn't plan to get here about noon. Are we waiting here for them or riding down to meet them at the foot of the trail? Yeah, which is plans it were to ride down the slope and meet them. Vince will ask us to unload the wagon partway. Then it'll get meager to drive the wagon uphill to the... This way will look like an accident in case anyone tries to investigate. Kind of hot, Mr. Coulter. You think we'll get to the mine soon? Soon enough. It's a little slower driving this supply wagon. You said you wanted to help out. Oh, I do. I didn't mean to complain. Now that we're partners, I want to do my share, you know. I feel like everything I do is helping make my boy's future more secure. Yeah, yeah. I got worried about you. I thought maybe you'd go back to the mine. No. Well, I went there. And there are some men watching those two miners we saw yesterday. The Easterner? Yes. I heard part of what they were saying. Big Dan, what was it? They said something about putting in a fuse and a cake of blasting powder on a wagon and letting Mr. Meeker drive it up the last part of the trail. Blasting powder? Ah, it looked like a mining accident. Wagon tracks go along trail to mine. How much of a start have cold in Meeker? I passed them when I was coming down the trail to look for you. They must be nearly at the mine by now. Then there's no time to waste. We've got to ride fast. We want to save Meeker. Run, Silver. Get over there. Out. A short time later, at the foot of the trail that led uphill to the mine. The boys rode down to meet us. This wagon's too heavy loaded to make the grade ride. You mean we can't take it up to the mine? Oh, not as it is. Well, we'll change the load a little. Get off your horses, boys, and help out. Right. What do you want us to do, Vince? May I help? Yeah, in just a minute, Meeker. We've got something for you to do. You stay on the wagon and hold the reins. We'll be ready to go in just a minute. And if you're so anxious to help, you can drive the wagon up to the mine. Drive the wagon? I'd be glad to. Fred, help Mr. Meeker hold the horses. I tell you to. Let it go. Sure, boss. I hope I can manage the horses on this trail. You'll do all right, Meeker. The wagon bounced furiously in the rock-studded trail. The reins were torn from Meeker's hands. The little Easterner clung desperately to the wildly bouncing seat to avoid being pitched to sharp stones. Hold there! Hold! Stop! At the bottom of the narrow trail, the schemers watched the Johnson wagon. Then their attention was diverted by a ringing cry. Hold this! They saw a white horse and a masked rider charging toward the uphill trail. Press this, sir! The lone ranger swept past Fuller and his friends. Their guns whipped out. Too astonished to shoot accurately, the masked man dashed on up the hill. The silver's mighty strength was thrown into the fight to overtake the wagon that might explode at any moment. Meeker saw the masked man come alongside. He heard the masked man shouting. I've got to get you up! Meeker couldn't hear the words. Move toward me! The masked man shouted for drama, the furious pounding of hooks and the thundering of wheels. Then the lone ranger leaned far out of the saddle. It seemed as though he must fall beneath the pounding booths of the runaway horses. Meeker closed his eyes. Back hard. Oh! Get off that wagon! You saved my life! No, Jedi heaven! Get off that wagon! Help me cut this team loose! But I can't! There's blasting powder in there! I know! There's a lighted fuse! It'll go off any minute! What? I want to cut the horses! Please! I'll help it! There! We'll start the wagon downhill! Get out of the way! I'll push it! Is the wagon really going to explode? Yes, it is, Meeker! Holder planned to kill you so he'd get back to stock he told you. But I can't believe it! I saw several partnership agreements like the one you signed. You were to be the first of a number of victims. And to think I trusted them so much. Look! What? Down there, Colder and the others, they're trapped! Trapped! They can't get away from the wagon. They're blocked by the walls of the canyon. The wagon's almost on them! Golly, they sure saw their death trap coming to the partnership agreement. You're the survivor. In the zombie, yes. That's the money I paid him. Kill me so as I couldn't share in the gold mine? You were to be killed so you couldn't learn the truth. ...feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.