fiery horse with a speed of light, a clod of dust, and a hearty hi-yo silver, the Lone Ranger. With his faithful Indian companion, Toto, 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 come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse, Silver, the Lone Ranger rides again. The Lone Ranger and his Indian companion, Toto, had been trailing two outlaws for several days. As they reached the outskirts of the town of Greyrock, they pulled to a halt in a clump of trees. We have to find a place to pitch camp for the night, Toto. We need rest and so do the horses. Well, that's right. Hanson, another outlaw, come a long way. Yes, Greg Hanson, the man with him, were the only two who escaped when the Hanson gang was caught near Pecos. I'm determined to get them, Toto. They're both wanted for murder. Well, me go into town, get supplies. Then we go find place to camp. All right, needy big fella. I'll wait here until you come back, Toto. May not be long. Get him up, Scout. Five minutes later, Toto stopped at the hitch rack in front of the general store. Oh, Scout. As the Indian left his horse and went into the store, a man who had just darted through the door of the cafe across the street watched a moment. What the? Then turned and re-entered the cafe hurriedly and approached Greg Hanson, who sat at a table in the rear. What's the matter, Jake? You look upset. Keep your voice down, Greg. Hey, listen. Remember that Indian who was riding with a mask comrade when the gang's hideout was raided? Yeah. What about him? He's here in Grey Rock. Here? Are you sure? Yeah. I just saw him go in the store across the street. He's paying horses at the hitch rack over there. That means the mask man is here too, then. They must have trailed us. Yeah, that's right. The Indian come in from the west side of town. It's a good thing our horses are hitched out back. We'll go out that way and hit the east trail right now. No, wait. I got a better idea. You go to the hideout shack while I follow that Indian and see where he goes after he leaves the store. Then I'll come and tell you. He won't be expecting one of us to trail him. That is a good idea. I'll be waiting for you at the shack. But be careful. Those two are mighty clever hombres. Remember that? It was more than an hour later when Jake arrived at the hideout shack in the hills on the east side of town. Oh, steady. Well, Jake, what did you find out? The Indian left the store with some bundles of supplies. He met the masked man on the edge of town. They rode away on the west trail toward the hills. I figured they were going to camp someplace out there for the night. I see. They're getting too close for comfort, Jake. You got to do something about it. Yeah, I know. We can leave right now and put a lot of miles between us by morning. Sure, sure. But if they followed us this far, it means that they intend to keep on following us till they catch up with us. What else can we do? We don't dare stop and face them. I figure they're too smart to ride into an ambush. Yeah, they are. But I have a better idea I'm trying to ambush them. Yeah, what is it? Look, I happen to know a half breed in an Indian village near here. If I promise him a lot of fire water, he'll get us a white horse and a pink. And he'll fix you up like an Indian. Then what? I'll shave my beard and wear a black mask, see? I'll ride the white horse and you ride the pink. Ride a where, Greg? We'll go into Grey Rock and hold up the night clerk at the express office before dawn. And we ride out the west trail a ways. And then circle around and come back here. You mean the masked man the Indian will get the blame? Is that it? Sure. Now, we may have to plug that express clerk, but we'll make sure that it's a leg or arm wound so that he'll be conscious enough to describe us. What's more, is somebody sure to see us hightailing it out of town? It sounds like a good idea, all right. The sheriff will get a posse and go hunting for that masked man in Indian. We can hide out here until we're ready to move on. The half-breed can take his horses back to the village when we get through. I have to hand it to you, Greg. It'll take more than that mascot way to get the best of you. You're right about that, Jake. Now, come on. We'll go find that half-breed right now. It was several hours later and well past midnight when the sheriff and one of his deputies were lounging in the sheriff's office over a deck of cards. Hey, yeah, Hank. Let's see you top that one. I'm out of that, Sheriff. Here's my play. An ace. Great day. You beat me. Well, I guess we'd better call it quits, Hank. Yep. You're the one supposed to be on guard here tonight. You talked me out of a good night's rest. Hey, did you hear that? Yeah, come from the street. Well, come on. There's a few men running towards the express office. Get your gun, Henry. Look, a couple of hombres riding from the back of the express office toward the west trail. Let them have some lead. Hey, sir, somebody must have tried to rob the express office. Yeah? Two hombres. One was on a white horse, the other on a paint. I saw them ride around the side of the building. Well, let's get inside, Hank. Come on. Yeah. Sheriff, two hombres. They robbed the safe. Shot me in the arm. What'd they look like? One was tall, wore a black mask. The other was an Indian. Hank, get him to the docks. All right. I'll get a posse together. Right away, and we'll go out the west trail after those two outlaws. Come on, men. The two outlaws followed the west trail for about a mile, then turned off into a shallow creek that ran nearby. They rode along in the creek for some distance until they came to a place where the banks were rocky enough so that they could leave the water without showing tracks. All right, Jake. We can leave the creek any time now. Here. Here, right here where the banks are rough. Come on. Come on. We ride up through the canyon where our tracks won't show much. Always circle around and head east for the shack. But the posse will see where we went into the creek. Sure. They won't see where we came out. Rather than waste time, they'll hunt the hills here west of town. Maybe they'll come on to the masked man and Indian somewhere. After that, we won't have to worry anymore. I guess the masked man and Indian will be the ones to worry then, huh? Yes. They sure will. Well, let's get a move on. Get up. Come on, boy. Meantime, the sheriff formed a posse and followed the outlaws' trail in the bright moonlight until they reached the point where Hanson and Jake had entered the creek. Well, they went into the creek right here. Yeah, that's right. And now what do we do? They couldn't have doubled back, Sheriff. That's right. The creek runs too close to the trail. Yeah, we would have seen them. I guess they're still heading west. That's right. I guess they are. But we'll go along the creek and see if we can find the tracks they left when they come out of it. All right, Sheriff. Let's get going. Get in. Get in. Get in. For some time, the posse hunted up and down the creek for the outlaws' trail, but were unable to find it. Finally, the sheriff again called a halt. Oh, right there. Oh, stop a minute, man. Well, looks like they tricked you somehow. Maybe they went on further in the creek. Yeah, what about that, Sheriff? No, the creek gets too deep a little further on. They'd have to leave it. Well, Sheriff, looks like we're stumped. What do we do now? Go back to this town? No, we don't. Get back on the west trail and follow it into the hills. We're going to search until we get a line on them outlaws once more. Yeah, they got away with a lot of money. That's right. Now under $10,000. The express company won't like it if we let them get away, I can tell you that much. Let's get out on the west trail now and follow that a while. They might have gotten back onto it a little further on. Just as you say, Sheriff, we're ready. Well, let's go then. Get out there. Get out there. Yes. It was almost dawn. The lone ranger and Tonto were sleeping peacefully when the great horse Silver aroused them with a whinny of warning. Turtle Silver. Tonto. Now, come here, wait, Kimusappi. Silver give warning, it seemed like. Yes, but I don't hear anything. Wait, Kimusappi, wait. You hear many hope deeds coming up trail. Yes, I hear them now. Let's saddle the horses just in case. Easy, Silver. Easy, Scotty. Maybe we may not have to leave. The posse is safer if we do, Tonto. They're out this early. Something must have happened. They wouldn't be in a mood for explanations. Let the cinch over here. Cinch straps up. There. Scout ready. You may not be able to see horsemen yet. They'll not come around bend and trail. They'll be within sight shortly. Maybe they'll not see us over here. Maybe they'll go on past. In that case, we won't have to leave. We'll wait a few minutes and see. So far, we haven't seen any tracks to show that they come back on the trail. That's right, Sheriff. I wonder if... Hey, look. Over there in that clear into the left. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. What do you see over there? I don't see anything. Two horses, it looks like. One of them's white. Great day, you're right. Look, I can make out two armories near them. That must be them. Let's get over there and find out. Come on, get them! Yeah, get them! The Lone Ranger and Tonto had watched as the posse came around the bend and stopped. Then the masked man saw the deputy pointing toward them. They see us, Tonto. I'm turning in here, came your puppy. Yes. Now, let's get away from here. Easy, big boy. Easy, Scott. Easy. One, silver! Get them out, just count! Get them out, Tonto! Quick! One, silver! Get them out! 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. Not wanting to explain his mask to the posse, the Lone Ranger and Tonto left the camp hurriedly when the sheriff and the posse started into the camp. They headed into an arroyo, and after some time of hard riding, managed to lose the posse. Finally, the two men drew rain to rest. Oh, sir. Oh, sir. Oh, sir. Oh, sir. Oh, sir. The way that posse came in after us, Tonto, struck me that we're the ones they were hunting. Isn't that right, Kimisabi? Me not savvy. Neither do I, but I intend to find out. How do you find out? We go back in those trees and stop there. I'll disguise myself as a cowhand and go into town and see what news I can get. Oh, you be careful. There may be no silver if I can see him. I'll use some mud to disguise Silver, too. And I'll leave him in hiding on the edge of town. You can wait for me out here. All right, let's go. Come on, Silver. Come on, I'm stuck. Later that morning, the Lone Ranger went to the edge of town and left Silver, whose white coat had been rubbed with reddish clay, in a clump of trees where he wouldn't attract attention. Then the masked man walked to the cafe and sat at the back drinking coffee. He listened attentively to the conversation taking place around him. Yeah, we rode most of the night before we sighted him. Then he gave us a slip. The sheriff sure riled up about it. Are you sure it's the same, too? Well, it must have been. One was masked and riding a white horse. The other was an Indian. That's them, all right. I got a fairly good look at them as they rode away from the express office. The sheriff and I were in the jail when it happened. We ran out in time to see them riding away. I took the clerk to the doctor. He had a pretty bad wound in his arm. Seems like you had some kind of a robbery in town last night from what you all are saying. Sure did, stranger. A couple of honorees who's got away with close to $10,000. Uh, you new around here? Just riding through, mister. Oh. Which way did you come into town? Along the west trail? Don't suppose you sighted two armories like we were discussing? One was tall and wearing a mask. Rode a big white horse. The other was an Indian on a paint. Can't say as I did. But if I had sighted them, I'd have been mighty surprised, I reckon. If one of them was masked, like you say. Yeah, I reckon you would have been at that. Did they ride out that way? Yep. Turned into the creek about a mile out. They fooled the sheriff for a bit, and the posse come on to them sort of by accident, camping out along the west trail. But the coyotes got away, and the posse come back to town empty-handed. Oh. Well, I reckon I'd better be getting along. If I see anything of those hombres, I'll come back and tell you, mister. Sure, do that. But I don't reckon you'll see them now or anyone else. That's right. I guess they hightailed it away from this vicinity. Maybe they did. See you later, maybe. Adios. Adios, mister. The lone ranger, in his disguise as a cowpoke, casually walked from the cafe to the place where he had left silver. He mounted and rode back to the camp where Tonto was waiting. Posen, my boy. Easy. Steady, my foot. Yeah. You hear anything in town, Kimisabi? Yes, Tonto, I did. Two men posing as you and me robbed the express office last night. That's why posse chase us. You think maybe Hanson and other fellow won to rob the express office? I feel sure of it. But they must have found out we were trailing them and resorted to trickery to get us in trouble. Well, yet not good, do law think we rob express office? That's right. Means we'll have to find Hanson and get him to admit the tricky pull. How we find outlaw? Well, I learned they came out the west trail a bit and rode along in the creek to throw off the posse. Maybe if we hunt along the creek banks, we can find out where Hanson and the other outlaw left the creek. Then we could trail them from there. Ah. I'll put my mask on now and we'll get going. Now, get me ready. Easy, Silver. Come on, Silver. Get him up, Scott. For some time, the lone ranger and Tonto followed the creek, searching both banks for a sign that would indicate where the two outlaws had left the water. Finally, they reached the rocky place near the canyon. Oh, Silver. Oh, fella. Oh, fella. Oh, why we stopped, Kimisabi? I was just thinking, Tonto. We were trying to hide our trail by following the creek. This is about the place where we'd turn out of the water. Hoof marks would be hard to see here. Oh, that's right. Let's ride into that canyon a short way and see if we can spot anything. Come on, Silver. Get him up, Scott. Come on. Wait. Wait. Let me see signs. Close, sir. Hold on, fella. Let me. Let me look closer. Easy, big foot. Where do you see any sign of them coming this way? Look there. Fresh mark on Rocky Trail. So maybe horse stumble. Yes, I see it now. Maybe we are on the right trail. We'll go on through the canyon and see what we can pick up beyond it. Big foot. Easy, Scott. Easy, Connor. Come on, Silver. Get him up, Scott. Riding through the short canyon, the Lone Ranger and Tonto found that the rocky trail ended, and once more they were on a dirt trail. Now we're sure they came this way, Tonto. The track showed plainly. That's right. Then turn eastward. Looked like. Circle round town. Yes. He did a clever job of throwing off the posse. Let's hope they stop at some hideout, so that we'll have a chance to catch up with them. Come on, Silver. I'm up, Scott. Meantime, Greg Hanson and Jake had arrived at their hideout shack and turned over the white horse and the paint to the half-breed. All right, breed. Take those horses back to your village right away. You say you'll give them, breed, plenty of firewater. Yeah, yeah. Come on back later. We'll give it to you. Huh? Me come back. Good. Now get on your Mustang and take those horses away from here, like I said. Huh? But me be back. Here now. How are you going to get any whiskey to give that half-breed, Greg? It won't be safe for us to go to town now. By the time he gets back here, we'll be gone. Come on, let's go inside. Some time later, as the Lone Ranger and Toto rode along the east trail following the outlaw's tracks, Toto pointed and spoke. Look, Kimasabi. What? The Indian come along, branch, trail yonder. Him leading two horses. Yes, a white horse and a paint. Is that right? That's interesting. We'll stop him. Come on, sir. Get him up, Scott. When the masked man and the Indian reached the intersection of the two trails, they drew rein and unholstered their guns. Reed looked up as he approached, and with a startled look on his face, started to swing off the trail. Stop where you are and reach. Oh, oh, oh. Let me stop. You not shoot. We'll question him, Toto. Come on, sir. Get him up, Scott. Oh, sir. Oh, sir. Oh, sir. Where did you get those horses? Me get a horse from Indian village. Me not steal them. It's easy to see. They've been ridden hard recently. Who rode them? Indians ride them. Don't lie. Who rode those horses this morning? Speak up or I... Oh, you not shoot me, Toto. Me get horses for two pale-faced who stay in shack back in hollow. Them promised me plenty of firewater. They say, come back, get firewater by and by. Them two men who make up to look like us, Kimi, sorry. Yes. There's no doubt about it. Get off that Mustang breed and hurry. All right. Let's mount and tie him up with your lariat, Toto. Let me tie him up. As soon as you get him tied, we'll leave him with the white horse and the paint in that clump of trees to the left. Oh. Why do we do that? I'll let him tie him up. We leave Scout there, too, Toto. You can take Breed's Mustang and ride to the sheriff's office in town. They won't be suspicious of you without a paint horse. Well, why don't they go there and let me say? I'll give you a note and a silver bullet. Bring the sheriff and his men here where they can see those horses. I'll go ahead and keep watch on the shack until they get there. Oh. Me do it. I have a piece of paper in my saddlebag. I'll get the note ready. You can get to town and make it fast. After hiding the half-breed and the horses in the clump of trees, Toto mounted the Mustang and started for town with a note for the sheriff. The lone ranger then followed the trail that led to the hideout shack. Later that morning, after they had eaten, Hanson and Jake prepared to leave. We better be getting along now, Jake. Horses are saddled and waiting outside. Got them ready while you fix the food. Yeah. We better get away before Breed comes back. He might be nasty about not getting his fire away. Ah, stop worrying about him. Let's get out of here. Where's the money we got from the express horse? In my saddlebags. We'll be a long ways away from here by tonight. I bet by this time, the posse's chasing that masked man in India and all the way back to Paco's. You're wrong, Hanson. Hey, what? What are you? Hey, look at the corner shack. It's him. Masked man. Well, he won't get me. By the quick movement, Greg Hanson grabbed Jake, twisting his arm behind him so that Jake stood in front between Hanson and the lone ranger. Hey, Greg, you drilled me. That may be, but I won't be taking his bullets, and I'll still have a free hand to shoot with. That made him duck. Go on and shoot, mister, before you let into Jake. Your friend should have known better than to trust you, Hanson. Greg, let me go. You can't use me as a shield like this. And I. The masked man decides to shoot. You'll take the bullet, and I won't have to share that money with you, Jake. You won't get away, Hanson. Yes, I will. I was hoping the posse'd get you and that Indian. Now, as we got you, Hanson, we won't have to go after the other two. You drop gun, and let go of a fellow's arm. We got gun at your back. Now, drop gun. All right, all right. We sneaked up through the trees and saw what was happening here. Good thing our friend the masked man got here in time to keep you from leaving. These are the two who robbed the express office, Sheriff. Yes, we know. We saw the horses they used back yonder. That half-breed that you left tied up told us what he knew. Sorry we chased you from your camp, my friend. Forget it. Come on, Tonto. We'll get our horses. Adios, Sheriff. The stolen money's in Hanson's saddlebag. Adios, and thanks. Hey, who is that masked hombre, Sheriff? How come you let him go? Yeah, Sheriff, you didn't tell us what this is all about. Well, I reckon that masked man and his Indian friend were trailing Hanson and this fella. So Hanson figured on a bit of trickery to get him in trouble, get away with the express money to boo. But you see, these two outlaws posed as the masked man and Indian to pull that robbery. But Hanson ought to know he couldn't trick the Lone Ranger. Get away with it? No, sir. Well, great. Go. This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, created and produced by George W. Trendle, directed by Charles D. Livingston, and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer.
