A fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty Hi-oh, Silver! The Lone Ranger! Companion Tonto, the daring and resourceful masked rider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. 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 comes the thundering who beats the great horse, Silver! The Lone Ranger rides again! From Silver! Let's go be close! And Silver! Hooray! The big Butterfield stage came into the station at San Pedro and swayed to a halt. The wheels had barely stopped turning when the door of the stage was thrown open and a tall, gray-haired United States Marshal alike who stood beside the vehicle to help a middle-aged woman passenger. Here we are, ma'am. You tired? No. Watch that step there. You're a wonder, ma'am, I'm more used to travel than you are, and yet I don't think... I can't think of rest until I see the man who killed John Haynes. You won't get away this time. I'm going to make sure of that, Marshal. That man at the door of the station is wearing a Sheriff's badge. Hey, this way, ma'am. Sheriff. Oh, howdy. Howdy, ma'am. Oh, I see you're wearing the United States Marshal's badge, mister. You're Sheriff Duncan? Yeah. This is Mrs. Boyle. A pleasure, ma'am. Glad to meet you, Sheriff. Sheriff, Mrs. Boyle's husband was murdered last week. I'm sorry to hear that. Yes, he was killed over at Big Rock by a crook that tried to steal his cash. Mrs. Boyle can identify him. Why'd you come here? There's a man living near here who answers the description of the killer. They'll tell me what he looks like, and I'll tell you if he's around here. And if he is, we'll get him, killer or not. Well, he's a small man, Sheriff. Just about the size of that boy standing over there. Just a second, ma'am. Bobby! Huh? You savvy what happens to young mavericks that don't mind their own business? Oh, golly, I... All right, now, vamoose. I'm going, Sheriff. Better keep going, Bobby, till you get home. Don't stop to spread anything you heard. You two inch it on your way now. No standing around the station unless you're waiting for someone. Ah, we go. The redskin likely didn't savvy what we were talking about, but that youngster was sure all ears. Oh, Bobby's all right, ma'am. Always underfoot, though. I feel kind of sorry for him. Poor kid has no folks at all. A fella named Sam Jenkins looks after him. Not that Bobby don't think that the sun just about rises and sets in Sam. Well, this isn't getting us any closer to the killer, Sheriff. Ma'am, I want to hear the rest of what you've got to say. Suppose you two come over to my office. All right, Sheriff. Neither the Sheriff nor the Marshal suspected that the Indian who had been at the San Pedro station was the companion of the masked man whose tip had brought Mrs. Boyle and the Marshal to the community. It was Tonto who hurried out of town to join the Lone Ranger in camp. Whoa, Scott. Whoa, whoa, Scott. Whoa, whoa. Did you learn anything in town, Tonto? No. Marshal and woman come in stage. Talk to Sheriff. Good. Woman tell Sheriff what killer looked like. Sheriff Duncan may not recognize Sam from the description, but now that Mrs. Boyle's in town, she'll identify him. Come on, Tonto. Go and get him. Maybe lawmen capture killer. We'll take no chances. Sam's escaped the law too often. Easy, big fella. Come on, Tonto. Come on, Scout. In the meantime, Bobby had also reached his destination on the outskirts of town. His home was a small, neat cabin five miles south of San Pedro. It was a home he shared with Sam Jenkins. Oh, oh, boy. Oh, there. Sam! Hey, Sam, where are you? Here I am, kid. I was waiting for you. Sam, you know what I just saw in town? Hold on there, kid. Oh, but Sam... Just calm down. Whatever you saw, I can wait for a minute. I got something to show you. Come here. What is it? Something you've been walking lately. Oh, Sam, it's... Come on. Take a look. Gosh. Oh, it is. Sam, you bought him. It's the horse I saw at Dad Benson's ranch. Oh, golly. He's the finest horse I ever saw. He's yours, Bobby. Oh, gosh. You hear that? He knows me already. Yep. Oh, golly, Sam. Oh, gee. He's too good to me. Oh, shucks, kid. Forget it. Gee, I can't, Sam. I guess nobody's taken me in and been as good to me as you have. Now, folks wouldn't have let us sprout like you go homeless for long. Them five years have gone awful fast. But if it hadn't been for me that found you, somebody else would have. I'm glad they didn't. So am I, kid. You like this quitter, eh? Oh, he's great. Was this what you went to your claim for? To get the money to buy him from Dad Benson? Huh? Oh, sure. Sure, kid. Gosh, I'd sure like to go to your claim with you sometime. Maybe, maybe. Say, didn't you start to tell me about something you saw in town? Oh, gosh, yeah. I almost forgot it. A United States Marshal's in San Pedro. Yeah? Well, come on. We better get back inside and start rustling up some gruff. Uh-huh. And Sam, you know why he's here? Can't say as I do. He's after a killer. He came in on the stage with a woman from Big Rock, and he talked to the sheriff. From Big Rock? Kid, did you say Big Rock? Oh, yeah. Who are they after, did you hear him say? What did the Marshal bring the woman with him for, huh? Oh, Sam, what's wrong? What are you looking like that for? Huh? Oh, sorry, kid. I'm just interested, that's all. What happened? Well, I didn't hear much. The Marshal was telling Sheriff Duncan that the lady's husband was held up in Big Rock, that the skunk shot him in the back, and it... I thought you said you were interested, Sam. Oh, I just thought of something, kid. But, Sam... Something I gotta take care of. You fix the grub. I'll be back later. But, Sam! Sam, wait! Sam! Sam! Sam Jenkins dismounted in front of a crudely built lean-to in a wood some distance from his cabin. He built no fire. He just sat there for more than an hour. It was almost dusk. The horse... Whoever you are, reign up! You're covered! It's me, Sam! It's Bonnie! Bobby! Ho! Ho, boy! Ho! Ho, then! Ho! Kid, what made you look for me here? Yeah. Sam, it was you the marshal was talking about. Did they come to the cabin? Yeah. Gosh, kid, I don't know what to say. You don't have to say anything, Sam. I don't believe what they're saying about you. You don't? No. No, you wouldn't kill anybody. You're too good to do that. Now, wait a minute, Bobby. I... Kid, I hate to tell you this, but it's the truth. I... Well, I was always afraid you'd find out about me. Oh, no. Had to come sooner or later. You... You mean you... You admit you're a crook? Kid, first I want to tell you that I'm not trying to whitewash myself. I'm no good. Never was. I was running from the law when I first found you. What? Sam, it's not true. Yeah, I felt like a skunk for fooling you. But it's just as true as I'm standing here, kid. Kid, I've felt about you like a man at field toward his own son. No matter how bad he was, he wouldn't want his boy to know it. And he wouldn't want to give up his boy either. Well, that's the way it's been with me. I ought to be shot for it. Oh, Sam. Don't say things like that. You... You're coming up for someone. You're trying to protect somebody. That's why you're taking the blame for all this. I know it. You don't believe me, kid? No. Oh, golly, Sam, I know what you like. You've got to go with it. They'll catch you. Yeah, sure. But, uh, well, no matter what comes out, you're not mad at me? I don't believe you're a crook, Sam. I just don't believe it. All right, Bobby. Here, boy. Sam, take my horse. The one you bought me. He'll give you a better chance. Well, he is a faster horse. Hey, Sam. Huh? I'm kind of cold. Anyway, you can travel faster without that floppy hat and loose coat. You want my hat and coat? Sure thing, son. Here, take him. I didn't think it was that cold. Thanks, Sam. Steady, boy. Well, Bobby, I guess this is goodbye. Goodbye, Sam. Bye. Oh, gosh. Don't worry about me being so anxious, Sam. No matter what people think, I know you're all right. Thanks, kid. Get up there. Sam didn't realize the extent of Bobby's simple loyalty. He didn't know that the boy had asked for his hat and coat and switched horses in the hope of drawing the sheriff's party away on a false trail. Sam had been gone for some time when Marshal Hanlon, the sheriff, and the deputy approached the lean-to in the woods. Bobby had remained there. And when the lawmen were near, he leaped to Sam's horse and dashed away. Get up. Get up there. Don't have him all these bears. Grab his horse. He's trying to get away. Shoot. All the fire are out of him. I got him. Now, knock him from the saddle. Keep your guns handy in case he's playing fossil. That's right. Keep him covered from here. He's a killer. The critter's dangerous. Slow down. Whoa, whoa, whoa. He looks a darn sight smaller when he's laying there on the ground than when he's on the business end of a six-gun. We'll close in on him slow. We got you, Sam. Wait. Bring it up, Sheriff. Ho, ho, ho. What's wrong? Someone's coming this way. Ho, ho, ho. You that, Sheriff? Yeah. Don't take your eyes off of Sam, deputy. I won't, Sheriff. This might be a trick of some kind. There's more than one rider. Can you make him out? Not yet, but they'd better not try anything. They'll stop later if they do. Seems to be three of them. Yeah. There's something familiar about that one horse, the big one. Marshall, hang on. Hi there. Bring it up. Sheriff, the man on the white horse. Boy, Thunder, look. Hold him, ho. He's a terrific fellow. Get off that horse, Jenkins. Marshall, I think you want this man for murder. Jenkins? What's in blazes? A mask man. We were on the way here to get him and met him on the trail. You? You're Sam Jenkins? That's right. But we shot... Great Scott, Sheriff. Who did we shoot? Did you shoot someone? That critter over there on the ground. We mistook him for Sam and let him have it. I wonder how bad he's hurt. Sheriff. Sheriff, you shot Bobby. We saw him wearing your hat and coat and riding your horse. You shot Bobby. You shot the kid. And he never did nothing wrong in all his life. 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. Sheriff Duncan was furious when he found he'd made the mistake of shooting the boy Bobby instead of Sam Jenkins. The grim-faced lawman was determined not to make another error. By thunder, you won't get away this time, Jenkins. You yellow low-down polecat kid. Kid, say something. Take it easy, Jenkins. Potter will address those wounds. Is he... Is it bad, Indian? Uh, him hit bad. Now I savvy why he done it. Telling me he was cold. Asking for my hat and coat. Wanting me to take his horse. I never know what it was he was thinking. There wasn't much light. Seeing him on that horse and with your hat and coat, I was sure it was you. Careful, Injun. Don't hurt him. He's unconscious, Jenkins. He won't feel the pain. All right, Sam. You're coming along with me. Boy, I need doctor quick. We'll take him into town right now. You carry him on your horse, Deputy. All right, Sheriff. Lift him easy now, Injun. All right, lift him up here, Sheriff. I got him. There. Now start for town. Take him to Doc Maxwell right away. Right, Sheriff. You think he did it for me? I should have known. Jenkins, there's been a regular one-man crime wave over in Big Rock. I admit it. You'll find plenty of loot in my house. Sam, you're going back to town like the Marshal said. You'll ride between us. That's for you, mister. Yes? I don't know who you are, but you're wearing a mask, and that's downright suspicious. Just a minute, Sheriff. In spite of the fact that this man's mask, we're obligated to him for capturing Sam Jenkins. Yes? On top of that, he's the one I met in Big Rock. One who told me we'd find Jenkins around here. You sure of that? Yes, I can't mistake that voice. I think we'll let the masked man and his Indian friend go on their way. Well, if you say so. I do. Now, let's get going. I got to get into town and see about the kid. If anything happens to him... You'll get into town, but you're heading for the jail till that stage comes through. We're leaving on it tomorrow morning for Big Rock. How do you go, stranger? We'll meet again, Marshal. Steady, big fella. Steady, big fella. Get up. Get up. Get up, boy. Go. Well, Tonto, we'd better be on our way. Where are we going? To San Pedro. I want to see if there's anything we can do for Bobby. Come on, Silver. You're not scouting. Bobby was taken to the home of Dr. Maxwell in the town of San Pedro while Sam spent the night in jail. The following morning, the marshal took the killer aboard the stage for Big Rock, and the sheriff went to inquire about Bobby. The Lone Ranger and Tonto were at an open window where they could hear what the doctor said. Hey, Terry said the boy can live if he wants to, but he doesn't seem to want to. Hear that, Tonto? No. It isn't essentially fatal. Well, what's the matter with him, Doc? He doesn't seem to want to get well. Don't want to get well. Sorry for that no-good killer, huh? Yes. He won't believe it sounds as bad as the law says. If Doc got it, Doc, Bobby's a good kid. Is there something we can do for him? Listen, Tonto. Hey, don't close, eh. Doc, let me talk to him. Hey, come into the next room. Tonto, let's move to the next window and hear what Bobby has to say. Ah. Well, Bobby. Hello, sheriff. I understand you're going to get well. What's the use? Oh, now, son, where's your spunk? They'll hang, Sam. Now, son, you've got to forget, Sam. I don't want to forget, Sam. He took me in when I didn't have anyone. He brought me up. He taught me reading and writing. And with Sam going, I want to die. Do you see? I want to be where Sam is. You better leave him, sheriff. Dog, Connor, dog. What are we going to do about him, sheriff? Yeah, I wish I knew. Do you think that he won't sleep and he won't eat? Sheriff, he won't live unless he watched it. After overhearing the conversation, the lone ranger and Tonto took off along the trail in pursuit of the stage. It was a couple of hours later. The marshal and his prisoner were alone in the big butter field and the lawman kept a close watch on Sam. Then suddenly... Driver, what's the trouble? Hold up. Mass band of redskins. Get up there. Get up. Wait, I know those two. Pull up, driver. Pull up, I tell you. Pull up. Whoa. Whoa, boy. Whoa. Hi there. Pull up, boy. Whoa, easy now. Marshal, I've got to talk to you about Bobby Gillis. Steady big for luck. What about him? How's he getting on? Well, a very good chance that the boy will die. Die? Oh, he can't die. There's got to be some way to save him. He's too young to die. Too fine a lad. Sam, shut up. But Marshal... Let me finish. The wound won't kill him. What do you mean? He doesn't want to live. Why not? He's got everything to live for. He feels that you've been misjudged, Sam. Me? Miss Judge. When I get this crook to Big Rock and let a few witnesses take a look at him, there'll be a string of charges as long as you're armed. Nevertheless, Bobby's whole life is built around the man who cared for him these past few years. He doesn't want to live without Sam. Doggone it all. You mean to say there's a chance he'll die? Just because he don't want to live without Sam? Yes, Marshal. Hang it all, Marshal. There's got to be some way to make that lad want to live. There is. How? It's up to you and the Marshal, Sam. You can do it if you've got enough courage. What's courage got to do with it? My plan's going to take more courage than anything you've ever done. Furthermore, we've got to have the help of the Marshal. I'm not making any promises, mister, but I'll admit you've got me curious. Just what is your plan? The Lone Ranger talked for some time before he and Tonto turned their horses and hit the back trail. It was late afternoon when they reined up in front of Dr. Maxwell's home. Oh, Silver. Oh, Silver. Stay with the horses, Tonto. I'll talk to the doctor and the sheriff. Sheriff's horse there. Came inside with Dr. Maxwell. Yes, I know. What the... Matt? Steady, doctor. Don't be afraid. Oh. So you're back again. Yes. I'm here to talk to Bobby. Perhaps to save his life. But he don't... Sheriff, I'm here with the Marshal's permission. You and the doctor come to the next room and listen to what I tell the boy. Well, Dad... Well, let's do as he says, Jeff. I'm sure there's nothing to lose. Well, all right, then. You're about to say it. Bobby. You're masked. The last time I saw you, you were unconscious. Who are you? Bobby, you want to be with Sam, don't you? Yeah. Even though he's in jail. I don't care where he is. I want to be with him. Those sidekicks. The partners. If Sam hangs, I want to hang with him. You're not strong enough for the trip to Big Rock. I couldn't go there anyhow. Yes, you can. I can't? I have the promise of the Marshal. As soon as you're strong enough to travel, you can join Sam in prison. Not now. Wait, hold on. That kid in prison? Sheriff. I have the word of the Marshal. I'll get well. I promise I will if I can be with Sam. Bobby's interest in life was renewed. Even the doctor was surprised at the speed with which the boy's strength returned. In three days, he was able to board the morning stagecoach and start. And accompanied by Dr. Maxwell and the sheriff, they reached Big Rock. Sam, the boy's here. Oh, he is? You think you can go through with the masked man's plans? I'll have him brought in. He wants to be in jail in this cell. Locked up. Just so that we can be together. That's right. Well, if he thinks that much about me, I guess I can muster up the courage to do what the masked man suggested. It'll be the hardest thing I ever did. Bring the boy in. Bye. Sheriff, bring Bobby in here. Coming, Marshal. I'll leave you two alone. Yeah. Well, Bobby, this is the cell. Sam. Oh, gosh, Sam. It's good to see you. Shut the door. There you are, Bob. That's what you wanted. Go on, Sheriff. Well, you only little squirt. I got you in here where I can deal with you. Sam. What's the matter? Ah, you little troublemaker. Sam, what's got into it? You. You're the cause of all my trouble. If I hadn't hung around this neck of the woods and making out like I liked you, I'd never been caught. Making out? Yeah. You thought I liked you. Why, you little pipsqueak. I was fooled by you, that's what. I was fooled into thinking you had a lot of cash coming to you from an uncle. Cash I am to get my hands on. That's the only reason I had time for you. What a sucker I was. What a fool. No, Sam, listen. What's the matter with you? You mean you were just acting all these years? Acting as if you like me? Sure I was acting. But I'm not acting now. I'm finishing you off. And I'm getting out of here. No, Sam. I'll get you, you little scram. Help, help me. Get right here, Sam. Get back or I'll shoot him. Come on, Bob, this way. Sheriff, lock the door on Sam. Right. Bob, what in the world? Golly, Doc, I never saw Sam like that before. He was going to kill me. He sure was. It was an air escape. Good thing we hadn't left the building or we wouldn't have heard you. Doc. Yeah. Doc. Sam's been hating me all these years. He was friendly just because I thought he had some money coming to me. Golly, I think I was sorry for him. Yep, yep. Bob, it's lucky you came here. You might have gone on feeling sorry for him. That's no good, Henry. Golly, Doc. I had him sized up wrong. Yep. Funny how things work out, Bob. If you'd gone on living with Sam and he hadn't been caught, you might have grown up an outlaw just like him. Yeah. Yeah, I might have. Bob, why don't you live with me? With you? Sure. You might grow up to be a doctor. Oh, gosh. Oh, gosh, Marshal. You hear that? Yeah. Well, it's good sense, lad. Well, come on, Bobby. We'll go outside and wait for the stage to take us home. Adios, Marshal. Adios, Bobby. Sheriff. Well, Marshal, looks like things worked out. I, uh, Sam was just telling me. Sam did at least one good deed before he goes to hang. Yeah? Tell me, Marshal. Who was that masked man that suggested the, uh, the good deed? Sheriff, he's known as the Lone Ranger. The story you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated. That means there's a lot of a lot of fun. And then, come on.
