John Maitland (25:09)
Oh, girl not come back, you know. Ah. Her work finished here, her go away now. Maybe never come back to Mountain City. Now we go on. I'm right with you. Let's shovel. In a cabin some distance away. Turner and Butch sat behind a heavily barricaded door. On the table close at hand there were several rifles and three pistols together with a lot of ammunition. The windows of the place had been boarded up, but small slits had been left through which the two might fire at anyone who came too close. We can make a stand here if we have to, butcher. Yeah, but for how long? If we was near a riu town, I wouldn't figure we had a chance. But you know what mountain cities like. Nothing at all. Through most of the year, the only time there's anyone in town is when the trappers and hunters come in with their furs. I don't figure there'd be much of a force to come and get us. If you don't want it all come. We'll stick around for a time and see. Then if we see our chance to slip away, we'll do it. Just let me get this letter to Webster in the mail. And then we won't have anything to be afraid of. That devil crosses snake. Can you imagine him bringing charges against us? He likely figured they wouldn't save his letters. I did need. Better watch your step. I still like to know who helped us get out of jail last night. It was probably some of the Webster men who didn't want it known. Who? That they was with us. Good thing we had a lot of guns and rifles stowed away here. Yeah, I heard a horse. Yeah. Take that wonder. I'll peek through the slit in the door. See if you can see anyone. Right. Who is it? John Maitland. Maitland. How do you, love? Later. Let's take a look here. Kicking Jeb with him and that redskin. That's the Indian friend of the Lone Ranger. But what are they doing here? Kurt's a kiss after us. I'll give him a reception. Stand back. Wait. Don't shoot him till they give a better chance to get us. I'll just warn him. That's a warning. We're armed in here and we don't come out. Hang it all. How'd they keep his head at? Not on your life. We can drill you from here, Maitland. And you can't get a shot at us. Clear out before we open fire. No. Then try and come after us. Just you try it and see what happens. They're not killing. They're just standing there. We can stand here as long as they can stand there. Don't turn. Stay where you are. What? Turner. He's behind us. Stop those guns. That's a masked man's voice. You're captured, Turner. Get up and you'll be given a fair trial. Take the barricade off that window and be quick about it. No tricks. He'd happy here. It's a trick of some sort. Hey, don't tell me not to turn. He's outside. He's got his gun through the slipping at the boards. That's right, Butch. I got that. The slips you left and we used to fire into the room as well as out of it. Take down those boards. Do what he says, Butcher. Webster, I'll bet we won't be in jail very long. I hope you're right. Get out that window. We're going. We're going. Oh, fire again. Just keep your hands to where they are, Turner, and you won't get hurt. Take over, Mason. Your prisoners. They got him. We put ropes on him. PR I reckon you critters don't have much for thinking. You never realize that we come into view just to draw you two to the window so the Lone Ranger could cover you from the other side. How's that for tying, John? Hold that one. Stand aside, Butch. Look, 10 or older. We were tricked as neat as you please. Let the horses tuttle me get them and there. I suppose you'd also like to know who let you out of jail. Yes, I would. A Lone Ranger let you out, Turner. Just so you'd go after that evidence you had against Webster. Searching, boys. We sure will. Keep your hands up, Turner. We'll see what we can find. Double cross. You see, the Lone Ranger figured that you might have something against Webster. Figured that maybe he wouldn't file charges against John. Economist. We. Have you got the letters? Here they are. I can't take credit for it. It was the idea of a girl who came here and made out that she was an agent for the Webster office and that Webster was going to bring charges again. You. That made you mighty sore. And now we'll see what comes of it. All right, Tutto, get ready. Be ready. Now. How about it, Maitland? Now have you evidence? Well, of all things. These letters aren't signed. Not signed? No. They're addressed to Turner, all right. But Webster was too smart to sign them. Maybe he had someone else write them too, so they wouldn't even be in his handwriting. And we haven't. We can't prove a thing against Webster. But we got one thing. What's that? We got John. These letters are sure enough proof that Turner and Butch claimed to set fire to the warehouse. And they're proof that they scheme to get the furs from the hunters without paying for them. They're not proof of anything if Webster don't appear against us. Oh, yes, they are, Tony. Without them, we wouldn't be able to prove anything. But Withem, and with this letter you've written to Webster, you're as good as jail for keeps right now. Otto, we still have to get the head man. Pretty big boy. Come on. Webster's the one we want. Get him up. Bo. Ram.