Tanyan Tonto, the mask 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 a thundering hoop beats of the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver! Let's go, big fellow! The main trail from Mesa to Stilwell was a long and winding upgrade until it cut through the Sawtooth Hills at Needle Pass. At that point it leveled off and gave Pop Johnson, the stage driver, a chance to relax. Take it easy, Molly. You do best. Hard work's all over. Straight run from here on in. Easy there. Perhaps Pop's confidence at that moment wouldn't have been so great if he'd known that even then he was riding with the leveled sights of the Winchester rifle, a rifle that spoke sharply an instant later. Oh! That's it, Grandpa. This is the end of the line. You dirty owl, who could you... You're from center. I'll bet you wait a minute. All right, get up there and throw down the box. Yeah. I hate it. Loud people. What's wrong? He's got the express box molded down to the floor of the boot. I ought to keep in and scabble the butt into my gun. Don't waste time on him. Ain't there a hammer up there? A mallet or something? I don't... Yeah, use some eggs. Use it. Start swinging that box. Yeah. At precisely that moment, the lone ranger and Tonto rein their horses to a halt on a trail high above Needle Pass. Oh, who's the scout? Oh, fella. Oh, fella. Kim Sabe, we look long time for fella. You think maybe we find him this range? Hello, Lord, Tonto. Well, it's been pretty hopeless so far. Search like this depends more upon luck than anything else. Ah. I may think that... Kim Sabe. What's wrong? Look. On trail, bottom of hill. Stagecoach stop. Fella chop it with axe. Yes, I see. The driver might be arresting his horses. But I can't understand why... Yes, I do. Now, what do you think? There's another man beside the coach holding a rifle. It's a hold up, Tonto. Ah. Monsul. Get him off the scout. My guess was right. Now, isn't the driver using the axe? Ah. Use your gun, Tonto. Ride in on the other side. Ah. Ah. Oh, Silver. Hold on. Hold on. Easy, steady. Hold on. We're heading for cover. We'll head them off. Steady, big fella. Tonto, you've been shot. Well, the wound looks bad. We'll cut away your shirt. Ah. We'll bandage it now. We'll trail out long. We'll trail them all right. Just as soon as you're able to ride. Late that afternoon, as he walked along the main street of Stilwell, young Jeff Wilson received a shock. It came without warning, just part of a greeting from one of his friends. Hi there, Tiff. Hello, Frank. Say, I was talking to Ben Crane, the sheriff, a few minutes ago. He wants to see you. What's that? Well, what's wrong with you? All I said was the sheriff wants to see you. Oh, yeah. Oh, sure. Thanks for telling me, Frank. I'll drop in and see the sheriff right now. The sheriff wants to see you. The palms of Jeff Wilson's hands were suddenly moist, and his throat was hot and dry. As he walked slowly toward Sheriff Crane's office, he remembered the last time the law had summoned him. That had been five years ago in the work yard at Territorial Prison. The message had been a little different then. Nick Gentry, one of his fellow convicts, had used the word warden instead of sheriff. Hey, Jeff. Yeah? The warden wants to see you. The warden? What is he? How do you know? Not so loud. I heard a couple of guards talking. They said the warden wants to see Jeff Wilson before lockup tonight. I wonder why he wants to see you. I can make a good guess. What? Work camp down the river. That's where they load all this broken rock on the barges. The guards use whips down there. Now, the warden wouldn't send me to work camp. I'm a trustee here. Two years of prison hasn't made you very smart, has it? I was framed into here in the first place. Sure. Yeah, we were all framed. But you don't have to stand for it, Jeff, if you're smart. What do you mean? Along about this time every day, they open the gate. So you can drive that rock wagon to the dump outside. This time, Ozzy, Wolf, and me are going to be in the wagon, under some gravel. I mean, try to make a break. It won't work. The guards at the gate always watch my wagon. You can't do it. Me and Ozzy figure I'm being too fast for them. We've got saddle horses waiting outside. There'll be one for you if you want to come with us. No, I don't think I will. Or you can rot away in this hole for the rest of your life. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. As soon as he turns his back, me and Ozzy are going to be riding with you. Now, I might see you. Good moving. Yes, sir. Steady there. Get up. You'll never make it, Nick. Three guards are watching us. We can stop that. Let him have it, Ozzy. Yeah. That does it. I nailed one. I'll shoot the man. Where did you get the guns? I didn't know you were going to do it. Come on, let's get it. They'll gun you if you stay here. Yeah, I bet I'll. Let's run for it. Come on. The escape had been successful, although Jeff didn't stay with Ozzy and Nick Gentry. He rode away from them less than an hour later. He'd spent the next two years dodging the law. That's why he'd finally settled in Stilwell and changed his last name to Webster. Now, the sheriff must have discovered his secret. And what made it worse, he was in love with Dorothy Crane, the lawman's daughter. You sent for me, Sheriff? Well, hello, Jeff. Yes, I did. Anything wrong? Jeff, have you ever heard of an hombre named Nick Gentry? Nick... Nick Gentry? No, I haven't. He's a dangerous outlaw. He and his gang broke out of territorial prison about five years ago. Just got word that he's operating in this territory. Did you say he had a gang? Yeah, I got a hand-built reward notice here someplace. Yeah, where is the blasted thing? I can't see without my glasses, and I never have my glasses when I want to see. Maybe you've lost it. No. Well, it doesn't make any difference. I remember their names. Nick Gentry, Ozzy Wolf, and the young Jasper named Wilson. What has that to do with me? This. I want you to pin on this badge. I need a deputy. Me? A deputy sheriff? Sure, I'm offering you the job. Pays good money. More than you make on that two-by-four ranch of yours. Another thing, if Gentry and his hyenas are heading this way, there's a thousand dollars reward for them. No. No thanks, Ben. I'm no bounty hunter. Bounty hunter? Ain't you a citizen of Stilwell who wants to see the law enforced? Sure, but I... I don't want the job. Why not? Were you and Dorothy been making sheep-sized each other, I thought you'd jump at the chance to earn some extra money. Takes money to get married. Yes, I know, but I... If that don't make sense, maybe this will. The Mesa stage was held up this morning over in Needle Pass. Pop Johnson stopped some lead, but he got away. Four outlaws, one of them masked. The mines here are shipping gold down to Mesa. Believe me, I got to have a deputy. No, Ben. I'm sorry. I don't want the job, that's all. Well, of all the dead... Dad! Dorothy. Where in turn, Nathan, did you come from? The back room. I came down to tidy up your office. Then I heard Jeff come in and I... You shouldn't have. Well, no, it's just as well you did hear what he had to say. It's an honor to wear a deputy's badge. He actually... Jeff must have had his own reason for turning down the job, Dad. Dad, here, let me straighten those papers on your desk. Another thing. Stop making excuses for that critter. Don't want a daughter of mine getting interested in... What's wrong? What's that you got there? Is that the reward notice I was looking for? I... No. No, Dad. This is just an old handbill. I... I'll use it to wrap up some things I'm taking home. I'll see you later, Dad. Hi, Juniper. Understanding hombres are afraid to wear a badge. It's just bad enough. Understanding women is impossible. Yeah, now where'd I put my glasses? How does your shoulder feel now, Toto? He'd better. We take out Bullet. Now it'd get better quick. Good. Are we trail crook now? Then have plenty head start. The sign won't be hardly cut. Here, Silver. Come, Scout. They topped the pass and headed towards Tilwell. Easy, steady, Silver. That isn't likely they would stop in a town. A heavy timber, then big slopes to west. Well, you'll find them, no matter where they go. Mon, Silver. Get them on, Scout. Oh, boy. Oh, there. Oh. It is a two-by-four range, just like the sheriff said. And I might have made it pay in another year or two. All over now. Sheriff Crane will find the reward notice. Oh, I'd better leave Tilwell and Dorothy and everything. Hello, Jeff. You see, Nick, I told you the kid was holed up near this town. Nick Gentry. 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. As Jeff Wilson entered his small ranch house, intending to pack a few clothes and leave the Tilwell range forever, he was faced by the last two men in the world he wanted to see. Nick. Ozzie. How did you two find out? Ozzie was moseying around town the other day. When he saw you, some gents told him your name was Webster. Oh, you sneaking... To Wilson to Webster. Not bad for an escaped convict. That escape? I didn't know you had guns. I didn't expect any guards to be killed. You're kind of late for alibis, Jeff. Oh, sure you won't. Reach for that gun. We'll both drill you. Yeah, no trouble at all. What do you want from me? Not much. Just some information. What kind of information? When me and Ozzie heard that the mines around here were booming. Shipping out a lot of dust. We, uh... We sampled the stagecoats this morning. But it was heading the wrong way. Then some freebooters moved in on us. I don't know anything about gold shipments or stagecoaches. We figure you do. Or you can find out. Ozzie heard talk. Jack, you're running with the sheriff's daughter. Maybe she could... You dirty snake. Somebody coming. A window. See who it is. Getting up her money. Coming in. I'll go out and tell her to go away. You won't do nothing. Stand right there. Now listen to me. And listen close. Ozzie and me will duck back at that curtain on your bunk. But we'll keep you and this girl covered. You understand? Jeff! Are you in there? Get rid of her. Fast. And don't try any tricks. Or we'll blast both of you. All right. All right. I'll get rid of her. Come on, Ozzie. Yeah. I'd almost decided you were... Why, hello, Dorothy. What are you doing out here? I came to call on you. Any objections, Mr. Webster? No. No, I guess not. Only you shouldn't have come. Aren't you going to invite me in? No, I... You'd better leave, Dorothy. I certainly won't. I wrote clear out here to talk to you and I'm going to talk. But I... About the Jeff Billy's job Dad offered you, Jeff. I know why you had to turn down the job. You felt you couldn't trail crooks like Nick Gentry and Ozzie Wolfe. I understand that, but there are other law jobs you could do, like... Please, Doc, don't. Well, helping Dad guard the stagecoach runs between here and Mesa. He needs you now. The El Dorado Mine is making a shipment today. Dorothy, don't. He'd leave... Don't interrupt, Jeff. We'd like to hear the rest of that. Oh. Now, what time did you say the stage was leaving Stillwell? Don't tell him, Doc. Don't say a word. I'm not getting much cooperation from our old cellmate, are we, Ozzie? Maybe he doesn't know we've got ways of making people talk. Yeah. Let's show him. Oh, what's going on? Oh, fella. Send it. Oh, fella. Trail's been plain enough so far, Toto. It fades out on the rim of this valley. Ah. Plenty shale rock. Not whole footprint. They look close. I know. They circled the town. Got off the main trail and the ridge behind us. And rode this far. Ah. But we lose sight here. They might have gone... See that cabin just this side of the timber? Looks like a small ranch house. Ah. Outlaws who didn't know they were being trailed might stop to rustle food. Ah. See two saddle horses front of cabin. And there may be more because there's a corral behind it. Chance of finding the crooks is a long shot, but it's worth trying. Steady, Silver. Ah. Not right. We'll lead the horses and travel on foot. Angle in towards the side of the cabin. Ah. Come on. Oh, tied up, Nick. Sitting on the floor with the back of the wall. Now what? If you sneaking murderers touch her again... Ah, wait a minute. The little lady ain't hurt. She won't be. If both of you are smart. Don't worry, Jeff. I'm all right. All we want to know is when that stage is leaving Stillwell. Is it the regular run or special? Don't tell him, Doc. I won't. Shut up. I'm talking to her. Oh, Jeff. Oh. Oh, so that's it. You think quite a lot of this, Aubrey, don't you? I... I... Well, when me and Ozzie get through with them, you won't recognize it. Critter... You wouldn't get away with this if I were... No, stop. Oh, please stop. You got anything to tell us? You shouldn't... No, Jeff. All the gold in the world isn't worth your suffering. Oh, you're talking sense. I... The stage will leave Stillwell at five o'clock this afternoon. On the main trail? Until it reaches Needle Pass. There's a cutoff there at a mace. Is it the regular coach? No. They're using a special high wheeler. It's only... That's all I wanted to know. Hey, Nick. What's wrong? Come here, quick. Look what's trailing down the slope leading to Mars. Well, I'll be... That mass hombre in the engine. They must have... Wait till I get my rifle. Hey, you ain't gonna shoot it out for them, are you? That mass critter slings lead... I'll just hold them off till we... Hey. Huh? I saw a can of coal oil over there in the corner. Hurry. Soak the inside of this place. Then we'll sneak out the back and grab our horses. Sure, I get it. I'll poke my rifle through this window and give those nosy critters something to walk into. You dirty murdering coward! No! He spotted us. Down, Tonto. Uh-huh. Lead the horses behind one of those rocks. We use this broken ground for what cover we can get. Uh-huh. Come, Silver. Come, Scout. At least we run them down. Silver, Scout. Back a big rock. Good. You'll start moving up, Tonto. Use your guns. Uh-huh. Cop'n? I don't think so. There wasn't any sign of... Kimosabe. They fired the cabin. That doesn't make sense unless... Troops sneak out back. Them get away. Me bring a person. We chase him. Wait. There's somebody in that house. Sounds like a woman. Come on. Fire. I'll be hot. Me here, man inside. Yes, there must be two people in there. We'll have to... Crick that watering cough over with the corral. Soak my handkerchief while I put a loop in this length of rope. No, no. Me do it. I wouldn't burn that hot without kerosene or some kind of oil. I can push through the door without... Here. Here. Me soak bandana. Good. Across my nose and mouth. Yeah. May help to keep out some of that smoke. Hold this end of the rope, Tonto. Uh-huh. There are two people in there. You can drag one of them out. Uh-huh. Me do it. Faster! Here. Can you stand up? Here. Slip this rope over your shoulders. Got it? Yeah. She's... Don't worry. I can carry her. All right, Tonto. Help me. Now. Hold on. I... I think so. We made it. Oh, thank heaven. You all right? Smoke in my eyes, that's all. How's the man who was in there? Him better. Hands and feet tied. Me cut rope. Good. I'll do the same thing for the young lady. Thank you. I... Man. You're wearing a mask. Oh, never mind that. Who were those men who fired the cabin? Outlaws. They made me tell... Answer that question. They're Nick Gentry and Ozzy Wolf. Well, I guess you're riding the Alhut, too, or you wouldn't be wearing that mask. Maybe. We've been trailing those men all day. And you must be the two freebooters who... That's right. Pop Johnson said that a masked man and an Indian would... Who's Pop Johnson? The stage driver. He was held up this morning at Needle Pass. Oh, I see. And how did Nick and Ozzy happen to come up here? Is this your cabin? What's left of it. You see, I used to know those skunks about five years ago. They found me... No, Jeff. Don't say any more. This masked man and the Indian have saved our lives. We'll be forever grateful, but that's no reason for you to... Did you say Jeff? Is that your name? Jeff what? Webster. Webster or Wilson. What difference does it make? I'm tired of dodging both sides of the law. That's a good idea, Jeff. I'm riding into town and tell the sheriff all about... What's the matter? I just remembered. Those men made me tell them about the gold shipment on the stage. Dad and Pop Johnson will be riding that stage. When? Now. It's after five o'clock. Do you know which trail they're taking? The main one. As far as Needle Pass. Then they're going... I'll see you later, Jeff. Come on, Toto. Uh-huh. Oh, why did I tell them, too? Now there'll be four outlaws trying to... I don't think so, Dot. There's something about this masked ombre that makes... Oh, Toto. Oh, Toto. What do you mean, Jeff? My horse is still saddled and so is yours. Let's follow him. All right. There's the stage, Toto. In the past, right ahead of us. There. Look. It pulled up. Maybe outlaw. Stop it. I don't know. This time we'll ride in from both sides. Use your gun. There. Drop that rifle. That's enough, Toto. They've lost their guns. They can't do any more damage. They're your prisoners, Sheriff. Nick Gentry and Ozzy Wolf. Gentry? Well, I'll be... Outlaws turning against each other, huh? Put on your shotgun, Sheriff. You've only two real outlaws to deal with. Go on, Ben. Climb down and put handcuffs on those coyotes. That masked gent has holstered his guns. Yeah. I can't figure it out. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Sit in. Dad, are you all right? Dorothy. Jeff Webster. What are you two doing out here? Nick and Ozzy were out at my place. He made us tell about the gold shipping and then set fire to the cabin. We would have burned to death if that masked man in the Indian hadn't saved us. Jeff, maybe this will convince you you ought to pin on a lawman's badge. I'd like to, Sheriff, but I can't. And I'll tell you why. My real name isn't Webster. It's Wilson. Jeff Wilson. Wilson? You mean you're part of that gang? Not anymore, Sheriff. Jeff hasn't been an outlaw for five years. Not since the Warden of Territorial Prison received some new evidence that proved Wilson was framed. What? How did you... The Warden happens to be a friend of mine. He sent for you once, Jeff, to give you this pardon. Tonto and I have been searching for you ever since. Pardon? Is it really true? Yes, it's true. Oh, Jeff. Ready, Tonto? Uh-huh. Once over. It's tough. This don't make sense, Sheriff. Is that masked critter with the law or against him? Uh, I don't know, Pop, but from what I've just seen, he's my kind of law, first, last, and always. What you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. Oh, I don't know. Ok. Come here. It's fun. You don't know. I can see. What you do? Look that you do in my life. I don't understand. I have just leased. I have to. I don't understand. I can be right. I do learn their choice. Oh, I don't know. What do you want to do that? Well, I'm okay. Now, arriutes that army ist from you. I'm okay. I speak the jeu. I'm okay. I'm outlaw under the line. I'm 50 Definitely feeling. I'm so, swim over here. My name kit that we're outlawing you. We're outlawing you. What's cool for a little? Yeah.
