by Jayla Meese. Go on, Fester. Get to your horse. I've got to pull him. Neither am I. See you, Red Fester. Proud to meet you, mister. Reputation. I'm confident that Fester will not escape while you're in charge. Don't be too sure of that. You've got a lot to learn, Fester. Do you want to tie this end of the rope to your saddle? Oh, yeah. Saddle bag by the last man who captured him. Of course, that's free. Right. I'll walk toward that lean-to, mister. Well, I may have come to the wrong chance. The directions were a little vague. I saw the fire in the camp where you're looking for. I'm meeting him. Well, I was sure he'd be at the camp when I arrived. All right. Stop. That's far enough. Oh, that's Indian inside the shelter. What about him? He's the Lone Ranger's friend. This is the right camp. Yeah. This is the right camp. That's a horse, Flay. Good. Now tie this, Jim. Sam's behind his back. Well, see here, this is a high hand. Get up and give me your hands. You're an Easterner, aren't you? Do I look like a cowboy? No, you sure don't. Well, get this. In this country, the man who holds the gun is the law. Are you savvy? Right now, I'm the law, and when I say go. Now, what's your name? Make this rope good and tight. Did you find out if the Lone Ranger's coming here soon? Yeah, this man expected he'd be here by now. There. Come on with his hands. I'd better gang him. Right. Besides these things, you get the engine. Step inside, that means you'll miss. I'll do as you say, but you'll pay for this. Shut up and sit down there. Yeah, right here. Better hurry. I'll have these ankles tied in a couple of seconds. The last man might be here at any minute. And if he sees us, he'll suspect them before we can get the drop on him. We have got to be out of sight. Shut up. Then we'll hold us feet. Now, gang. Move over, right, Blaze? It was crowded in this ring, too, when we were with the Indians. We can't bullhide here with two prisoners. Go beyond the clear and hide among the trees. Just be sure those ropes are tight. I have plenty of strength. Grizz won't get loose. Let's go, Blaze. Let's get hit. Lone Ranger dropped his eyes significantly, because they had held a watch at one end and a small pen knife at the other. After a moment, Tuttle found the knife. Which was numb and something. He starts away. Right here. He'll take him with it. He used to be a friend with a man's man. What's that got to do with it? I aim to make Lone Ranger write a note to the sheriff, saying that he and two friends are held by pals of Red Fenster. The jury finds Fenster not guilty. Lone Ranger had let us kill him before his life past. Maybe he wouldn't write it to save his own life. But do you think he didn't watch Tuttle and that he's in a face torture without doing something? Stuff like they use in a theater. Hey, come on, get up. Yeah. We see there's a tan skin beneath grease. Then I'm with you. The two outlaws came into the clearing. As they heard the mean truth, the Lone Ranger and Tuttle leaped out. Take your gun, Tuttle. Take your gun, Tuttle. Take your gun, Tuttle. The flies, Blaze, and Letty had no chance to draw their guns. In a matter of seconds, they went down before hard blows. That's it, something must have been gone. Now, this fella's still conscious. Take your gun, Tuttle. Keep them covered while I try them. I'll meet you. Now, I'll get my own clothes out of the saddlebags. Is that a gal in this disguise? Yeah, disguise. I thought so. You see the man you're waiting for, Blaze? Now, where are my masks and my own guns when I take you and your pal to town? I was permitted to visit Westerbester in his cell before the opening of court. I just wanted to prepare you for the worst, Frenchman. There's no way to save your dick. You're through. Now, now, Jackson. My pal's late. I didn't capture you. Still in cash was in the saddlebags. They've confessed their part in the sticker, but he and Jew is the one who fired the death bullet. No. No, that can't be. It can, I tell you. Let me see. Oh, those wondering fools. How did they get caught? They were brought in by the same man who got you. The lone Ragey. Created by George W. Trenzel, produced by Trenzel Campbell Mule, Incorporated, and directed by Charles D. Livingston. Tonight's drama was written by Fran Stryker. The part of the lone ranger is played by Grace Beamer. manufacturer of Steve's Royal Rage. Three or two, two, two. Three or two. Three or. Four point. Three or two. Two.