fiery horse with a speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty hi-yo silver. The Lone Ranger. 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. Come on, Silver. Let's go, big fella. The teenage nephew of the Lone Ranger was visiting his uncle and Toto during the holidays. One morning he left their camp in the hills near Leeton and started toward town. I'll be back with the supplies in a little while, sir. All right, then. Toto and I will be gone for a few hours, but we will meet you here later. All right. Easy, boy. Steady, fella. Come on, Victor. Dan rode about a mile. Then as he started along a trail that followed a low ridge, he heard a scream. Oh, boy, oh, girl and a runaway horse on the lower trail. Come on, Victor. Dan raced down the slope to intercept the runaway, but the horse raced by just before Victor reached the lower trail. Come on. And Dan urged his big white horse to greater speed as he started in pursuit. Faster, Victor. Come on, fella. Faster. Victor, son of the great stallion Silver, strained every muscle in response to his young master's cry and gradually gained on the horse ahead. Finally, he moved alongside and Dan, reaching out, grasped the runaway's bridle. Oh, oh, oh, there. Oh, oh, steady one. You'll be all right now, miss. I thought I'd be killed. Oh, thank you very much. You're very brave. It was nothing, really. I'm Sally Jackson from the Bar J Spread. My name's Dan Reed. Gosh, you're... I mean, I'm glad to meet you, Miss Jackson. Do you have to call me that? I'm only 16. I know you're not much older. That's right, Sally. I didn't know there was any boy around here as handsome and nice as you, Dan. Oh, golly, I think you're handsome. I mean, well, you're very pretty, Sally. Well, at least we both spoke the truth. Well, I know I did. Do you live around here? Well, I'm visiting with friends during the holidays. I'll soon return to school back east. Oh. Your horse will be all right now, I'm sure. Well, he just might get frisky again, Dan. If you could take time to ride as far as our gate with me... Oh, I have lots of time. I'd be glad to. Let's go, then. Get up there. Come on, Victor. That's a fine black horse you have. Dad gave him to me for my birthday a week ago. I'm not quite used to him yet, but I'm absolutely crazy about him. Your horse is beautiful, too. Uh-huh. Victor and I are real pals, aren't we, fella? He seems to know what you say, Dan. You know, sometimes I think he really does understand. Come on, I'll race you to our gate. It's only a short distance from here. Oh, but I thought you were afraid your horse would run. Oh, silly. I saw you riding up on that other trail. What? Get up, Blackie. Come on, Victor. Dan's enthusiasm for the beautiful golden-haired young girl amused the Lone Ranger and Tonto. They talked about the two young people as they rode through the hills in a search for the hideout of an outlaw gang. Dan, go see girl at Bar J Ranch every day for a week. Yes, Tonto. I must say he has good taste. Sally Jackson's a nice youngster and very pretty. It's good for Dan to have the company of someone near his own age. That's right. Kemosabe. Yes? You think maybe Conroy gang leave territory? We look long time for hideout. Oh, it's possible, but the stage hold-up two weeks ago was the work of that gang. The driver of the stage recognized Buzz Conroy. That's right. Trail plenty old by time we come here. Yes, and the sheriff's posse left tracks all over the hill that were confusing. We'll stay through tomorrow. If we don't pick up the gang's trail by then, we'll leave here. Come on, folks. That night at midnight, the moon was bright. The lights were out at the Bar J Ranch house when a group of horsemen quietly dismounted a short distance behind the big horse barn. Jackson has some fine horses, men, and we're going to get them. Now move quiet and have your guns ready. We'll lead them out of the barn one at a time and take them back to where our horses are ground hitched. But Buzz, what if the cowpokes hear us? They won't if we're careful, Mopey. Wally, you keep an eye on the range house and the bunk house while we get the horses. Right. If the light goes on, I'll give a signal and we'll beat it fast. Right. Come on, men. Yes. A short time later, Sally was awakened in her room at the back of the house when she heard a familiar Winnie. That sounded like Blackie's Winnie. Bright out, but the shadows around the barn are so dark. I'm sure I saw men moving back there near the barn. Something's wrong. I better wait dead. Within a few moments, Sally's father was aroused and hastened outside. A short time later, he opened the door to the bunk house. On your feet, all of you, quick. A gang of horse thieves have stolen five of our finest stock. Damn it, boss. We didn't hear anything. Of course not. You walties never hear what you ought to hear. Sally's the one to hurt him. Get your clothes on and be out at the corral ready to ride in five minutes. We'll be there, boss. Within the stipulated time, the ranch hands were at the corral saddling their horses. Sally came from the house. Yes, honey. They took Blackie and four more of our best horses. Don't go on their ornery hides. Dad, you must get Blackie back. We'll do our best, Sally. Oh, Dad, I just can't bear to think of it. Blackie means so much. Now, now, honey, no use crying of what can't be helped. We'll send for the sheriff. In the meantime, the rest of us will try to trail those varmints. Come on, men. Hit later. Run along into the house, Sally. All right. We'll do all we can to get Blackie back. Let's go, men. Get her back. The following morning, just after dawn, the ranch hands and Jackson returned to the ranch for breakfast. Here comes Wong, the cook. Never saw him move so fast. Mr. Jackson. Mr. Jackson. Now, what's the matter, Wong? You burned the flapjacks? Oh, Mrs. Sally, she take out a horse ride to find outlaws. She's very upset. You mean Sally rode off alone to try to trail the horse thieves? Yes, Mr. Jackson. Missy leave an hour ago. We couldn't keep on that trail with the sheriff and his men to help. How does she expect to find them? That's not the point, Tex. It's dangerous for that girl to ride into those foothills alone. Well, boss, what do you want to do? We'll go after her. We ought to be able to pick up her trail. Steady. Get her back. Meantime, Tottle, who had gone to town at daybreak, returned with supplies and news of the rustling. Oh, scum. Oh, fella. Easy scum. Easy, fella. Came back in a hurry, Tottle. Ah. Gangs steal horses during night from Parjay Ranch. It may be Buzz Conroy's gang. We're joining the search, Tottle. This may be our chance to find their hideout. Ah. Dan's still asleep? Yes, we'll not disturb him. Here, Silver. Easy, scum. Easy, fella. All right, let's go. Come on, scum. Later, Dan awoke and finding that the Lone Ranger and Tottle had already left, he decided to go see Sally because it was his last day of school vacation. When he arrived at the Barjay Ranch house, he learned the news from the cook Wong. Gosh, Wong, I didn't hear anything about the rustlers or about Sally going to trail them. She shouldn't have gone alone. Mr. Sally, very, very headstrong, not listening to Wong. Mr. Jackson had been very worried. Yes, I'm worried, too. Which way did she go? She rides the mountains. It's very bad, very bad. Thanks, Wong. I'm going to find her. Come on, Victor. As the Lone Ranger and Tottle searched for the gang's trail in the foothills after following it from the Jackson Ranch, they were suddenly startled by a shot. Yeah, he and the Indian must be with the gang. So we're not outlaws. That mask says you are, mister. We ought to string them both up here now. All right, take it easy, Tex. Mister, where are the horses you stole? You're Mr. Jackson, aren't you? So what? You and your gang ran off my horses. What's more, my daughter came into the foothills early this morning trying to trail you? So you're to blame if anything happens to her. Sally did a risky thing like that? What? Know my daughter's name, too, huh? Yes. Now, if you'll let me explain... Shut up. Keep them well covered, men. We'll unmask him or disarm them both. And maybe if he doesn't answer my questions straight, I'll let Tex have his way after all. Hey, here comes the sheriff in his posse. What's the excitement here? Hey, those two hombres you're holding guns on. Two of the rustlers, Sheriff. Oh, no, they're not. I was in Pecos two months ago when these hombres helped the marshal capture the Pendergangs. That masked man and Indian are friends. They helped along. Are you sure, Sheriff? Yep. Mister, those are silver bullets you have, aren't they? Yes, Sheriff. I remember meeting you in Pecos. We're glad you came along. Masked man with silver bullets. Say, I have heard of him. Well, of course you have. Put away the guns. We're lucky he and the Indian are here to help us. We're here searching for the Conroy gang. I feel certain that gang rustled the Bar J horses. Say, maybe they did at that. Sorry I got tough with you, mister. Well, that's all right. Todd and I did our best to follow the gang's trail here. Your horses destroyed most of the tracks. Yep. The posse ran into the same trouble. Reckon we're not as good at trailing as you lawmen are. Anyway, the trail was lost a mile back where they took to a wide creek. Maybe if we split up and searched both banks. Oh, good idea. Sally got to the creek, too, and we lost her trail. I'm getting downright worried about her. We'll keep our eyes open for her, Mr. Jackson. Now let's start the search. And don't give up till we find him. Come on, sir. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Now to continue. Meantime, Dan Reed rode into the hills to look for Sally. He and Sally had explored the foothills many times during the past week, and he had taken a shortcut they'd found through a narrow canyon, hoping to pick up her trail beyond it. In that way, he missed seeing the large searching party near the creek. Only good hiding place up here is in the big cave Sally and I found. Maybe she thought of that, too, Victor. We'll go there and look for her. Come on, boy. Sally had thought of the cavern after she lost the gang's trail and had gone to see if her horse Blackie had been hidden there. The surface for some distance around the approach to the cavern was rock and shale, so that no tracks were visible. Sally stopped just outside the cavern entrance. Oh, there. Steady. Fine, Blackie. I must. She looked cautiously into the cavern, a large dome-like hollow in the Rocky Mountain. Some distance back from the entrance, she saw the flickering of a lantern. At that moment... Well, girly, what are you snooping here for? Well, speak up. That gun. It comes in handy. Answer my question. I... I came to find my horse Blackie. Oh, you did, huh? Well, he's not around here. Blackie! He is in there. You're one of the men who stole him. All right, girly. For being so smart, I can't let you leave. I'll lead the horse you rode here. You walk ahead of me into that cave. Go on, start. Come on, boy. Hey, who's that you're bringing in, Wally? Girl. She'll be snooping around outside. Said she knows we stole her horse Blackie. Oh, she must be Jackson's daughter. Are you? Yes, I am. There he is. And Dad's other horses, too. Hey, it's not good having her come here, Buzz. Well, now that she's here, she'll have to stay. Tie her up, Wally. Tonight we'll leave here. And she'll just have to trust the luck that someone finds her. Later, Dan Reed rode slowly toward the cavern. Who, who, who, Victor, steady boy? Having learned the value of caution from the Lone Ranger, Dan left Victor ground hitched some distance away and went on foot, keeping out of sight as much as possible in the thick brush that grew in the dirt-filled cracks in the rocky surface. Though he didn't carry a gun as a general rule, he had one with him, which the Lone Ranger allowed him to use for target practice at camp. He drew the gun as he approached the entrance to the cavern. Then something caught his eye. Up there in the open near the entrance, a hair ribbon, one like Sally wears. Once more, the young man started forward. As he passed a boulder, a figure stepped out behind him. Reach and drop that gun you. All right. Yeah, I've got it. Go on in the cave. Go on, get moving. Hey, Buzz, I caught me another snooper. I'll be a young fella this time. Dan? Oh, Dan. Sally, are you all right? Yes. What do you know? They're friends. Ah, shut up, Mopey. Get some rope and tie him too. Sure. Hey, where's this horse, Wally? I didn't see any horse. You lunkhead, he didn't walk all the way here. Keep him covered. All right, young fella. Walk to the entrance with us and show us where you left your horse. Come on. All right. Oh, beautiful stallion, huh? Come on, get moving. All right. Where is he? Dan realized this was his only chance. Victor, hidden by the brush and low evergreens, couldn't be seen from the entrance. Dan suddenly called out. Victor, go home. Go home, Victor. Hey, shut up, you. Why, you back. I'll gun him up. No, no, Wade. Keep him covered. Shot might bring the posse here. Hey, I hear hope beats. If I could see the horse, I'd risk a shot. The gun, the treason brush. Hey, I see him now. He's out of gun range. Let him go. He won't go far. All right, get back inside, you. We'll tie you up and leave you and the girl here, where you'll never be found. Half a mile away, the Lone Ranger and Tonto were still searching with the others for the tracks of the gang. Gang cover tracks plenty well, Kimo Sabe. Yes. The searching parties have covered the gang's tracks for them, Tonto. Too bad we didn't get after that gang before the others did. Ah. Me think that... Look, Kimo Sabe. White horse leaving Canyon yonder. That looks like Dan's horse, Victor. Who's of her? Who's, who's, who's? That is Victor. In turn, he'll come this way. This horse belongs to a young man who knows Sally Jackson. Say, that's right. That's young Dan Reed's horse. He must have come looking for Sally and got thrown. I doubt that. I happen to know Dan's an expert rider. We'll follow Victor's tracks and perhaps we'll find Dan and Sally. All right, let's go. Come on, Victor. Come on. A short time later, the Lone Ranger and Tonto, accompanied by Jackson's men and the posse. Approach the place where Dan had dismounted. Look, over there. Entrance to a cavern. You think they're in there? Perhaps. We may find the outlaws there, too. They'd make a perfect hideout. All right, let's spread out and we'll slowly approach on foot. All right. Have Tonto leave first. If there's a guard posted, Tonto may be able to get to him without the others knowing. There are plenty brush. Now you keep out of sight, not come too close. If me get guard, me hoot like owl. Me go now. Silently, the Indian slid away. The others, including the Lone Ranger, crept noiselessly through the brush, moving at a snail's pace. A few moments later. A signal. Now we'll sneak up to the entrance. Come on. Tonto caught the outlaw Wally off guard and stopped any outcry. The Indian cautiously glanced into the cavern and saw the outlaws in the glow of the lantern. Buzz and his men, confident that Wally would warn them of anyone's approach, didn't notice the figure that entered the cavern and disappeared into the shadows. Buzz was saying, I found out from the girl that she and the young fella knew about this cave. That's why they came here. The others don't know about this hideout and won't find it. When do we leave, Buzz? Right after dark. Take the horses with us and dispose of them over the border. You won't be leaving here, Conroy. Hey, what's that? They're in the entrance. I'll gun them. Hold it. No. Drop your guns or I'll drill the boy and girl. I got them covered. You drop guns. Me back here in cave. Behind you. Got you covered. Hey, someone's behind us. Let's fight our way out of here. As the shooting started, Tonto, standing behind Mopi, sprang at the outlaw, knocking him to the ground. Oh, boy or girl. I'll kill you. While Tonto fought with Mopi, the Lone Ranger and the men with him quickly overcame the other outlaws, some of whom were wounded. Bring him up. Yeah. He finished this. You get to your feet and let go. There. That'll do it. Good work, Tonto. Dan. Here we are, sir. Uh, me cut ropes. Sally, girl. Are you all right? Yes, Dan? Men, tie those crooks so we can get them back to town. Yes, Dan. Are you both free now? Boys, get our horses. I see they're all here. Yes, including Blackie. Oh, Daddy, if it hadn't been for Dan, we'd have been left here and they'd have gone away. Dan's so brave and so smart. Oh, Tonto, keep quiet. Well, thanks to Dan and his friends. We got the gang. My horses are found and my little girl is safe. We're glad we could help, Mr. Jackson. All right, Tonto, we'll be on our way now. Adios, everybody. Hey, uh, wait for me. What's your hurry, Dan? Goodbye, Sally. This is the last day of my vacation. I'm leaving on the afternoon stage to go back to school. I hope we meet again sometime. You're, you're leaving today? Dan, I, I thought that is, I, maybe, maybe when summer vacation comes, we'll be in this territory. I have to go now. Goodbye. Dan, wait. Yes, Sally. I, I want to give you this. Oh, golly, I better go. From the way he blushed, that must have been the first kiss the lad ever had. But I reckon it won't be the last. Good thing he's leaving today, Sally, or you'd soon have him roped and hog-tied for sure. Yep, Sally takes after her mom, passed out a few years ago. You see, her mom was only 16 when she roped and hog-tied me before I was out of knee-britches, seems like. Dad, golly, but Dan is handsome and, and strong and brave. I reckon I'll have to put up with that kind of talk for a few years. Oh, Dad. Tell me, Sheriff, who is that mask friend of Dan's? One of the finest hombres in the West. In America, for that matter. And he's a fine example of manhood for a young fellow like Dan. You see, that mask man is the Lone Ranger. This is a feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated, created by George W. Trendle, produced by Trendle Campbell Muir Incorporated, directed by Charles D. Livingston, and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the Lone Ranger is played by Brace Beamer.
