Amy Benton (4:47)

I'm not. I don't care who or what you are. Why did you save me?

Lone Ranger (4:52)

I always save a life I can.

Amy Benton (4:54)

There's one you can't save.

Lone Ranger (4:57)

Suppose you tell us your troubles. You'll feel better if you get them off your mind.

Amy Benton (5:01)

Yes, maybe I would.

Lone Ranger (5:03)

It's possible that my friend and I can help you.

Amy Benton (5:06)

Oh, if you only could. I. It's too late. Tomorrow they're going to hang from Jeff.

Lone Ranger (5:15)

Well, what did Jeff do? Nothing. Nothing at all.

Amy Benton (5:19)

He's innocent and I put him where he is.

Lone Ranger (5:22)

How did that happen?

Amy Benton (5:25)

Jeff and I were engaged to be married. I was working in the Wells Fargo bank in Fortune City. Then?

Lone Ranger (5:33)

Yes, miss.

Amy Benton (5:35)

The bank got a lot of gold ready to ship out. Usually the shipments were made by stage, but because there'd been a lot of robberies, Mr. Quincy, the Wells Fargo agent, decided to send an M box on the stage and ship out the gold in a freight wagon.

Lone Ranger (5:49)

I see.

Amy Benton (5:50)

Mr. Quincy and I were the only ones who knew about the arrangement. Until I told Jeff, I never kept anything from him.

Lone Ranger (5:59)

Was the gold stolen? Yes.

Amy Benton (6:02)

A gang of outlaws let the stage go by and held up the freighter. The driver was killed.

Lone Ranger (6:07)

That makes us certain that they had inside information. Oh. What makes you so sure Jeff is innocent?

Amy Benton (6:15)

What makes me trust him ask that. Call it a woman's intuition, but I know, I know.

Lone Ranger (6:22)

I'd like to know more about Jeff.

Amy Benton (6:24)

Jeff? He's big hearted and gentle. He and a younger brother, Jim were orphaned years ago, but he was father and mother both. To Jim. Why, there's nothing he wouldn't do for the kid brother, as he calls him.

Lone Ranger (6:39)

Where did Jeff work?

Amy Benton (6:41)

He was top hand at the X7 ranch. Jim works on the Consolidated Cattle Company spread.

Lone Ranger (6:47)

Who was Jeff's lawyer?

Amy Benton (6:49)

Monty Baldwin. He fought hard to save Jeff.

Lone Ranger (6:53)

I've heard of Baldwin. He's a good criminal lawyer, but his fees are Very high.

Amy Benton (6:58)

I gave him what money I had. $200.

Lone Ranger (7:03)

Where do you live?

Amy Benton (7:04)

I've been rooming at the Empire Hotel. My home is in the East.

Lone Ranger (7:09)

All right. We'll see you to the edge of town. And I want you to go to the hotel and wait. We may need your help. In which case, my friend will call for you.

Amy Benton (7:19)

Yes, I understand. What are you going to do?

Lone Ranger (7:22)

While Tano gathered information around town, I'll slip into Baldwin's office for a talk. Monty Baldwin was alone in his law office. He sat in an easy chair with his eyes closed, feeling sorry for himself. For the first time in his career, he had lost a murder case. He sighed gustily, opened his eyes, then sat bolt upright as the back door opened silently and the Lone Ranger stepped into the room. A basket man. Steady, Mr. Baldwin. Just keep your hand away from that derringer in your vest pocket. Don't shoot me. I did the best I could for Jeff. I'm not interested in what you did. I want to know who paid you and how much you received for defending him. You want to know what? You belong to the gang Jeff was in. I'm not an outlaw. My purpose to see that justice is done. It was done in his case. He was guilty and deserved the death sentence. Of course, it puts a blot on my record. You haven't answered my question. I don't intend to. Now you drop that derringer. Don't hit me again. I. I dropped it and I'm kicking it into a corner. There. You pay for this. Are you going to tell me what I want to know? Yes. Yes, I'll tell. I received a small retainer from Ms. Betton. The rest I. Go on. Rest was paid by Jeff's brother Jim. It was a matter of $3,000. Didn't it strike you as strange that a ranch hand could raise that much money? I thought Jeff had told him where did to get up. In other words, you thought it was part of the loot of the Wells Fargo box. I don't question the source of my client's money. They're all criminals. Never mind that. Where is Jim Austin now? He was still with the Consolidated cattle people a few days ago. That's all I wanted to know. Jim Austin was sprawled on a bunk in the sleeping quarters of the cattle company's riders. His weakly handsome, almost effeminate face. Face was haggard. His long lashed eyes were blunt, shot from lack of sleep as he stared at a battered clock on the wall. The door opened. The foreman's voice boomed through the Bunk house. Tim.

Amy Benton (9:40)

Huh?

Lone Ranger (9:41)

There's a young lady here to see you. All right, I'm coming. Be right out, miss. Good night.

Amy Benton (9:52)

Jamie.

Lone Ranger (9:54)

Oh, it's you, Amy. I thought some senorita was calling on me.

Amy Benton (10:01)

I want to talk to you where we won't be heard about Jeff.

Lone Ranger (10:05)

Yes, and come on. We'll take a walk down toward the water tank.

Amy Benton (10:12)

Jim, you were in that well sparkle holdup, huh? You're letting Jeff hang for something you did.

Lone Ranger (10:17)

Jimmy, you're local.

Amy Benton (10:18)

Jeff passed you the information about the gold shipment just like I passed him. He trusted you and you betrayed him.

Lone Ranger (10:25)

Did Jeff tell you that?

Amy Benton (10:27)

I'm not saying who told me. But I'll tell you this. You've got to keep Jeff from hanging.

Lone Ranger (10:33)

What can I do?

Amy Benton (10:33)

Get your gang together and work out something.

Lone Ranger (10:35)

I haven't got any gang.

Amy Benton (10:37)

Do you know that Jeff can save himself by talking.

Lone Ranger (10:41)

He wouldn't.

Amy Benton (10:43)

Wouldn't tell on you. Is that what you intended to say?

Lone Ranger (10:49)

I'm not saying anything more.

Amy Benton (10:50)

Well, I am, but it's my last word. The sheriff will know about you in the morning if you don't do so.

Lone Ranger (10:58)

I'll wait, Amy.

Amy Benton (10:59)

I'll wait and tell.

Lone Ranger (11:02)

Crossing a wide yard between the ranch buildings, Amy joined the Lone Ranger. In the shadows of a shed, she reported.

Amy Benton (11:10)

I did just what you told me to do.

Lone Ranger (11:11)

How did he act?

Amy Benton (11:13)

He's not only guilty, he's conscience stricken and scared.

Lone Ranger (11:17)

He must not be. Yes. He watched that collar go into corral him. Get ready to ride. All right. You take Ms. Benton back to town. I'll follow him. Maybe you need me. Ms. Benton needs you more. Her life is in danger. Unaware that the Lone Ranger was on his trail, Jim Austin rode directly to one of the most remote line camps on the vast spread. Used only in winter by consolidated riders. The dugout had been taken over by four men who had been fired by the cattle company on suspicion of rustling. Their leader was an ex foreman known as Top. The quartet was playing cards on a candlelit table when Jim burst through the door. What the place is, Jim Top her in for it. What do you mean? Jeff's girl come to see me. She's just as good as said he's going to talk unless we save him. All he can say is that he told you about the gold. It'll be plenty. They'll nab me and go looking for the fellas I run with. That means you boys. Yeah. Yeah, I guess you're right. We gotta break Jeff out of jail tonight. Just one way to make sure nobody Talks. Don't Jeff's girl live in the hotel? Yeah, but. And the hotel windows look right down into the jail. There's a day and night guard on Jeff, so there'll be enough light in his cell to make him a good target. What are you getting at? Instead of raiding the jail, we'll raid the hotel. We'll shoot the girl in her room and Jeff in his cell. Fearing that Jeff Austin would talk before he went to the gallows, the outlaw gang of which his younger brother Jim was a member, planned to shoot him in his cell and murder his sweetheart, Amy Benton. Meanwhile, the Lone Ranger had been standing on the roof of the dugout, his head bent over the chimney, funneled upward through an empty fireplace. Every word spoken by the bandits had reached his ears. As he continued to listen, he heard Jim protest. Chop, you can't do that to them. Jeff is my brother. It'll be more merciful to plug his letter hang. Now let's get going. At that moment, the Lone Ranger shifted his weight. The shot gave way. Then he was falling, falling straight down to the lair of the murderous gang. Bandits jumped back with startled cries. Top was the first to recover. He jammed the gun against the Lone Ranger's back before he could free himself from the debris. All right, freeze, fellow. I'm getting his guns. Mike, look outside. Louie, you and Hank pull his foreman out and stand him up. I got him now. Stand up if you can. I can stand. Hey, look, he's got a mask on. What were you doing on the roof, fella? What do you think? You were spying on us. You're either an owl hood who was after our boodle or some kind of Wells Fargo detective. I'm neither. Whatever you are now, you'll only be one thing in a minute. Meat for the coyotes. Jim, take his mask off. Right. Hold on, Jim. Austin, you know me. I want to help Jeff. He's in it. Jim, I told you to take off his mask. Quick, grab back your guns. As the masked man snatched back the guns which Jim had thrust under his belt, the young bandit pretended to struggle with it. Help. He's got his guns again. A Ruskin kept Top from firing for a moment, but only a moment. Then the gang leader's cold blaze. Oh, I'm here for your shot, Jim. Drop your guns, all of you. I'll drop you. Shoulder upset, really. More dodging. Behind the broken table and debris from the roof, the Lone Ranger turned his right gun on a candle which had been stuck into a bottle on a shelf. Shut out the candle. Hold your Fire. We'll hit each other. Let's get outside. Retreating to a line of rocks a few yards from the dugout door, the bandits made see the place. Let's keep hopping back through the doorway. Hey, you got us cornered, mess man. There may still be a way out. How bad are you hurt? Oh, not bad. Not bad at all. You saved my life. I hope you can save Jeff's. Throughout the remainder of the night, the siege continued with intermittent bursts of gunfire, waking echoes in the nearby valley. Then, as the late dawn stretched a gray ribbon above the eastern mountain peaks, Jim broke a long silence. It's getting mighty close in here. It's hard to breathe. My lungs feel filled up. Jim, you were shot in the chest. Why didn't you tell me? It's better this way. I was a fool. I never would listen to Jeff. Tell Jeff. Tell Jeff. I. I'm sorry. Dead. For a moment, the Lone Ranger knelt beside the young outlaw's body, motionless and silent. Then he removed his neckerchief and tore a piece from it, shaping it into a semblance of his own mask. He blackened the cloth at the sooty fireplace and gently covered the upper part of a face which seemed to have grown strangely strong in death. Beside Jim's head, he dropped his own white hat. Then he flattened himself against the wall close to the doorway. Long minutes passed. And then. I tell you that masked man's dead. Look how he sprawled out. He might be playing possum. No, look at his shirt. He got one to the chest. He's dead all right. Let's get inside and find our medical kit. My shoulder's killing me. Don't see Jim. Likely the double crosser ran out with us and then sneaked away. Scott, this isn't a masked man. It's Jim. Put your hands up. Masked menace behind him. That's only warning. Up with your hand. Lie down on the floor. Keep your arms stretched out in front of you. I can't. My shoulder. Oh, nice head. All right, all right. Don't shoot. What are you going to do to us? Taking your guns first. Disarming the outlaws, the masked man called a Silver. Hey, Silver. A big white horse who had been left standing some distance from the dugout trotted up, cutting pieces from his lariat which hung from the saddle. The Lone Ranger bound each of the bandits securely. He glanced at his watch. It was 8 o'. Clock. Only four hours of life remained for Jeff Austin, and Fortune City lay far away, so far that even the gallant Silver might fail to carry him through. In Time. He leaped to the saddle. As the brave horse responded to the masked man's voice, the sheriff approached Jeff's cell. Jeff, your girl is out in the office. Don't torture me. You know I can't face Amy. Your time's running out fast. But they're still holding the wire open to the Governor if you want to talk. Sure, I'll talk. I plan to hold up. I let the gang tell the Governor that. Here comes Sheriff back. I hate to say this, but he confessed.

Amy Benton (18:41)

Confessed?

Lone Ranger (18:43)

It's not good for you to stay here, Miss. You come with me. We watched trail for my friends. Yes, yes. Let's go. It was five minutes to 12 when the lone Ranger urged Silver to a hilltop from which the town could be seen. Faster they go faster round the last mile. Jeff Austin too was on his last mile. The sheriff, a parson, the sentencing judge and the elegant Mr. Smith had escorted him from his cell to the jail yard. Well, here we are, Jeff. Got anything to say? Nothing that anybody'd understand and get it out. It's now noon. Are you ready, Mr. Smith? What's going on out there? Somebody's riding into the aisle. It's a masked man. Say the execution, Sheriff. What's the meaning of this interruption? Who are you? What does that mask mean? Haven't time for explanations now. Release Jeff Austin. He's innocent. He just confessed. He tried to sacrifice himself for his brother Jim, but Jim is dead. Dead? The rest of the Wells Fargo killers have been captured. Consolidated Writers are bringing them in. That may be true, but this execution can't be stopped legally without an order from the Governor. Proceed, Sheriff. That's the law. I'm proceeding to break the law, Mr. Smith. Take the rope off that man. There isn't going to be any hanging. A few hours later, Jeff stood in the jail office with an arm around Amy's shoulders. He was a free man. The Consolidated riders had delivered the captured outlaws to the sheriff and full confessions were on record. The sheriff was saying, Jeff, you must have thought a powerful lot of that no good brother of yours, Jim. Always came first. With me he wasn't bad. Not all bad anyhow. He died better than he lived. Jeff, he was a man at the end. Masked man. You got a right smart reward coming from the Wells Fargo Company. Give it to Jeff and Ms. Benton for a wedding.

Amy Benton (21:08)

He's gone and we didn't even get a chance to thank him for all he did.

Lone Ranger (21:13)

He sure did plenty. Who do you reckon he is?

Amy Benton (21:17)

Oh, the Indian told me he's the Lone Ranger.

Lone Ranger (21:27)

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