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Lone Ranger (1:47)

A fiery horse with the speed of light, a cloud of dust and a hearty hi O Silver. The Lone Ranger. Sam Sa with his faithful Indian companion Tonto, the masked rider of the plains fought crime and criminals throughout the early western United States. No one could match his strength and courage, his daring or resourcefulness. But it was his ability to judge character and his sense of fair play that made him the greatest champion of justice the west ever knew. Return with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear. From out of the pass come the thundering hoof beats the great horse Silver. The Lone Ranger rides again. Come on, Silver. We're on the trail of outlaws. Arrow, Silver, Hawaii. Three men stood in the living room of a small one. Sheriff Sim Wheaton was a grizzled veteran of the law. The second, short, stout and red faced, was the local banker, Gabe McMasters. The third man was in his 30s. His name was Dan Marlin. And until this morning, the ranch and the ranch house had belonged to him. All right, Sheriff, what do I do? Just sign these papers where I got a mark, Dan. I wasn't talking to you, Gabe. You could just keep that fat mouth of yours shut. I hang her to make conversation with a polecat. I'll go root one out from under the barn. I asked you a question, Sheriff. What do I do? Sign where them crosses are. Why? This makes everything legal, Dan. It shows you're turning your place over to Gabe Willen. Yeah, but I ain't. What choice you got? From the Way this here polecats roped and throwed me none at all. But just the same, I don't want nobody to think I ain't got objections to letting them steal my ranch. I don't want. Sheriff. I object to that, Sheriff. He's the same as calling me a thief. You've been called it afore. Don't see why you should be so touchy about it now. Nope. Dan, you don't savvy. I didn't mean these papers would show you was glad to lose your place. Exactly. They're just to fix it so as after Gabe's foreclosed you can come back right after and try to claim it again by paying up what you owed him. Ain't what I really owe him or what he says I do. Now you look here, we ain't going into all that again. Now cut it out. Maybe you just borrowed what you say you did, Dan. But all the records go to show you borrowed what Gabe says you did. Ah, the sneaking crook. Forging them note. Stop it. Well, he did. I'll tell it so. Anytime, anywhere, please. All right, do what you want. But first sign them papers. Might as well, I reckon. No chance me raising the cash to get the place back. Here's a pen. I brought mine along. Get it out of my sight before I shove it down your throat, make you swallow it. I'll use my own, Sheriff. Who sent papers over this way? Here you are. And the ink. Well, here goes. Here goes 20 years hard work. The sweetest piece of range land any man ever had. Here too. That's right. That's it. Put them papers in your pocket, Sheriff. And then let me ask you one question. Anything, Dan. We've always been friends. Shoot. Just exactly when does this place quit being mine and start being this critters? Why, tomorrow noon I take over this ranch. And if you ain't off it, then I'll have you jailed tomorrow noon. And it's mine up till then. Uh huh. That's all I wanted to know. Hey, what are you gonna do? You. Oh, look at me. Look at me, Sheriff. Make him stop. Out you go. Get. Oh. Oh. Now get up and make tracks. Cave. You're trespassed on my property. Sheriff. Arrest him. Arrest him. He kicked me off the porch. He kicked me. You jail him, Sheriff. Shucks, Gabe. I can't jail a fella for acting within his right. What the law can't stop a fellow from throwing who he wants off his own place. And you said yourself this was Dan's till tomorrow. Come on, climb in your buggy and let's go home. That night, two horsemen rode toward the Marlin ranch. They held their mounts to a slow trot, and when they neared the ranch house. He's got a lamp burning, Whitey. Dan's still up. Yeah. Oh. Oh, boy. I'll do the talking, Sig. You stay with the horses and keep watch. Anybody comes along, yell. Sure. But if you find that master the engine trailers, you start shooting. Right. Be right back. Who's that? Open up. If that's you back again, Gabe, you better put a board in your bricket. Time out. Well, I'll be. Whitey Barrett is a hold up. Come on in. Help yourself. Take anything you please. You won't be robbing me, you'll be robbing the banker. Yeah, that's what I heard. I reckon this ain't a hold up, though, or you wouldn't took the trouble to knock. What is it? What brought you down out of the hills? Got any objection if I have a little talk? I ain't proud. What's on your mind? Me and Sig heard you got a pretty raw deal. I've heard. Tell the fellas it got better. Said I'll. Pretty nice place you had here, Dan. The bank would give you a chance to hang on for rising beef. You'd have been sitting. Pretty nice of you to figure it out for me. Oh, that's all right. What you planning on next? What you gonna do when you leave here? What's a fella usually do when he's my age and loses everything he had, Goes to work for the gent that's got it and likes it. I reckon some do. What do you mean? But them that got the gumption to get even don't. Whitey, It's. What are you getting at? I'm wondering if you're the kind that gets kicked around and takes it. Huh? Or if you've got the nerve to kick back. Meaning that either you can go to work for 30amonth and found when you can get it, or you can throw in with a couple of square shooting hombres like me and Sigma and let the other fellas do the work while you spend it. Oh, that's your game? Well, why not? We can use you. You're handy with your irons. There's plenty of jobs where just two fellas ain't enough. You want me to turn outlaw? Better man than you have, Whitey. I oughta gone. Why not? Dan Marlin riding the Owl Hoop trail. That's a good one. Shake, Whitey. You've got your pard. The following morning, the Lone Ranger returned to his camp after a scouting trip. Come on, old fellow. Hi, Kimo Sabi. Oh. Oh, there's a. Oh, boy. Oh, there. Oh, fellow. Call scout and saddle up. Here, Scout. I picked up Whitey and Sig's trail again. This time they're not going to give us the slip. Where? Where? Find them. I caught this sign just east of the creek and followed it to Dan Marlin's place. Huh? No one's there. And I had a chance to look around. They must have been there for quite a while last night. Then they headed back for the hills. We go there. Yes, but what matter? Reading their sign, there was one thing I couldn't understand. What? Pass. Just the two of them rode to Dan's place. But three horsemen rode away. Who other feller? That's exactly what I'd like to know. Feller named Dan. Looked as if it must have been him, but there was nothing to show he'd been taken away by force. And if he went with him willingly, I'd like an explanation. I've certainly never heard that Dan's friendly with crooks. Saddle Fix. Ready. Me ready. Let's go. Come on, Silver. Head him up, Scowl. Hurry, old boy, hurry. The famous masked rider of justice and his faithful Indian companion picked up the trail once more and headed for the hills. Meanwhile, Dan had made himself at home in the outlaws hideout. It was toward noon that Whitey called to Sig and Hey, Sig. Yeah, Whitey? Better throw some dirt on that fire. It'll be hitting the saddle before long. Yeah. How'd you like it here, Dan? Pretty snug hideout, huh? Ain't bad. What's this about riding? Going somewhere? Yeah, the three of us. We ain't the ones to waste time, Dan. You'll be finding that out. We got a job already picked. Fact is, we had our eye on it for quite a spell. Couldn't touch it though, till we had a third fella. What is it? One you ain't going to object to at all. Yeah? The bank in town, Gabe McMaster's place. We're busting it wide open. What's that? Sure, but we're right out of town with our saddlebags full of more cash than we can spend in a year. Just a second. How's it sound to you, Dan? All right there, Gabe. Gets into you for about 10,000, you turn right around and help yourself to twice as much. I thought all you fellas done was rustle. Some cattle did, mostly. That's penny Anty stuff. Now we'll go for the big money. Hey, but listen, fellas. You can't rob the bank. What you got again, huh? We asked you to join up. Cause we figured you were just the army and be glad to take on a job like that. Gabe's a crook. What happens to him? I sure don't care. Then what do you mean? That ain't what I'm thinking of. Don't you fellas savvy that if the bank's robbed, Gabe wouldn't be the only one to lose by it? No. Gosh. Every ranch in the county's tied in so close without their bank. If it went bust, they'd go bust right along with it. What's their turns? Well, most of the fellas that I lose are my friends. Ain't turning yellow, are you? Nobody's ever called me yellow in my life. That ain't the point. I'll turn outlaw, sure. But I ain't never gonna harm nobody that I've worked with and at. With and liked. That's out. Go bring the horses here, Sig. They're saddled. Dan's too. Sure. He'll come around. He better. I'll look, Whitey, there's plenty other ways to get some cash. Ain't you savvy when you joined up that I was boss? Go ahead and be boss. When a fellow's boss's orders usually go. This is different. You're getting on that coyote. You're riding with us to town. When we get there, you're helping us rob Gabe's bank. I tell you. And if you figure you ain't, say so now, and we'll know where we stand. That's a good idea. Always did like to have my cards laying out plain on the table. Whitey, I'm not helping you. But that's only the half of it. Yeah. You and Sig ain't going either. You bust my friends, and I'll bust you. All right, you asked for it, mister. Pick your hand. You can't. Sig. Blast the skunk down. Take it, Sig. Into the saddle. We gotta get out of here. Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up. Get up. The outlaws raced out of camp. But less than half a mile away, the Lone Ranger and Tonto had heard the volley of shots. That marked the gunpipe they reined in at the top of a rise. Then, Tamo. Those shots came from beyond that wood. Ah, come on. Get it up. Sky Silver away. At the command of his master, the great horse Silver leaped forward. Scout followed hard Behind. Together, they charged toward the woods. Not even the narrow, broken trail through the trees could slow their speed. In less than a minute, they flashed in the open once more. The outlaw camp with a body of Dan Marlin lying beside the campfire lay before them. Whoever was here, Teller, they've gone there. Their feller. What? Dan Marlin. Huh? Morrow. Whitey's worse. If ever a man deserves the hang, he does. And he's partner with him. Hello, dad. Just a moment. Although I think there's life left in him. But if he'll live, I don't know. 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. Sam. Now to continue our story. The Lone Ranger. And Tato worked over the wounded man, stripping his shirt away, washing his wounds and binding them. Finally, Dan's eyes opened. He groaned and tried to get up. Whitey, you dirty sneaking. Oh, who. Your mask. Easy, man, easy. Lie back. Rest. You're in pretty bad shape. Yeah, I. No, I can't. Hey, let me up. Get my horse. Let me up. I gotta ride. Take it easy, Dan. Take it easy. I can't. I gotta stop. Let me up. Please. Please. Masked man. Let me up. Wait. Who is this? You've got to stop. Whitey and Sig. They're gonna rob the bank. They're on the way there now. My horse. McMaster's bank? Yeah, and leave that to Toddo and me. We'll handle it. Oh, I can't. Dan, I don't know why you're here. I don't know why you fought with Whitey and Sig and were shot. But I do know this. You're in no condition to ride, and we'll not let you. You don't savvy? No. I guess I must have been loco. I was gonna turn crooked, but. But then. Then what? Oh, I don't know. When they said they was gonna hold up the bank and I got to thinking of all my friends that had go bust. I just couldn't go through with it. I see. I told them I couldn't. I tried to stop them. They just blasted me down. I reckon when they pulled out, they figured I was dead. Then I don't believe you're crooked at heart. Oh, it was just it for a while there was so doggone mad. I know. That banker cheating me, losing my place. Everything I had, everything I'd worked for. But now I'm sorry for. I reckon I've been paid for it already. You're going to pull through this, you know. Takes a heap to down the marlin. I've got an idea I'm going to be able to help you, Tado. I'm riding the town alone. You'll stay here with Dan. Someone's got to look after him. What you do? Why didn't Sig of a head start? But Silver should be able to overtake them easily if I want him to. What you mean, mister? What are you scheming? There's no time to explain now. Here, Silver. You'll have a part to play in this. Then when I come back, I'll tell you just what it is. Yep. You go where there Danger. Don't worry about me, old friend. I'll be safe enough. Take care of Dan until I return. When I do, there'll be action enough for all of us. Come on, Gilbert. Come on, old fellow. Come on. When Whitey and Sig reached town. They found the main street deserted. The blazing heat of early afternoon had driven nearly all the townspeople to the shelter of their homes. The door of the bank was open. From the street, the outlaws could see there were only a few customers inside. They congratulated themselves. They rode around to the back of the building. Then Mighty. Hadn't we better go talk low? Who's going to hear us? Ain't no window here in the bank here and back. Why take chances? Now, Sig, you listen to me. We leave the horses ground hitch for a quick getaway. Yeah. Ain't nobody much on the street out front. Back door's always kept locked, so that's the way we'll have to go in. We'll start in just a second. Keep close behind me and climb the porch and get inside quick as you can. Less time we take, less we're likely to be noticed. Right inside. I'll keep them covered while you gather up the cash. Most of it's in the safe, but during the day it stands open. Soon as you've got everything, unlock the back door. Cause that's the way we're going out. It'll bring us right back here to our horses. Got all that straight? Sure. Then see you don't make no mistake. Ought to be three of us on this job, but it can't be helped. Come on. Don't see nobody in the street closer than the blacksmith shop. All right, now up the porch. Inside. Hurry now. Get your guns out. Right. This is the Holder, folks. Make a move and I'll block you. The men and women in the bank backed away from Whitey's guns. Sig Forced the cashier to hand over all the money in his cage. A moment later, he had cleaned out the safe and then got the cash. Sig. All set. Then unlock that door. Into the saddle. They're yelling for the lower already. Come on. Head west, sweetie. Get up. Get on. Get up. Get up. Get up. Sheriff, that Cook's got $40,000. Get after him, Sheriff. Get after him. All right, folks who ride in the party. I will. And get your horses and follow me. If they get cleaned away, the whole town's bust. Jump your high binders. Let's get going. All the way. Hey, Whitey, what's the matter? Pull up. Pull up where? Them rocks there. Give the horses a chance to get their wind and see if we're falling. Right. Oh. Oh, boy. No, don't see them yet. Not too good a start on them, but they'll be along. How's your horse standing up? Good. This one here. Run till sundown. Any idea how much cash you picked up, Sigma? I'll show you. Stuffed it all. Paper, money, gold and silver in this year bag. Yeah. How's that look to you? That looks fine. Martin. A mask man. I've been waiting here for you. If you hadn't pulled up, I'd have stopped you. No, you don't. Anyway, you'll get the same. Who are you? Try and find out. Hey, the Cat. He's leaving with me. Thanks for getting it for me. Hey, no. Hold on. Don't follow. Come on, Silver. Hey, what do you gotta do with that money? Shoot him. Drill him yourself. He knocked my gun out of my hand. I'll get the skunk. Let me even come close. Climb down off that horse and pick up your gun. What are we doing? No, we're going to get that cash back. Hey, look who it's down a posse. Come on, Lay. Let us to that critter. We got to travel. Get up. Get up there. Come around here. The outlaws raced after the the masked man and away from the posse in the distance. But from the touch on his reins, Silver knew that this was not a time to show his greatest speed. For some reason, his master did not want to. Out distance, the pursuit still keeping us in sight, old boy. Not too fast now. Up this rise and over it, old boy. Come on, Silver. Come on. Hail, Silver. Away on they race. The Lone Ranger, the outlaws, the posse. Higher and higher into the hills. The distance between them remaining always the same. Whitey and Sig could see the masked man every moment. The posse often lost sight of the bank robbers. They could make no Effort to hide their trail. And the sheriff urged his men on. Haven't got away yet. Keep riding in. Remember that reward the banker offers. Meanwhile, Dan and Tonto had been waiting for the masked man in the outlaws camp. One hour, two hours. Then faintly in the distance, they heard a clear call. Tonto, you hear that? Me hear it? The mask man. Him right. He passed. Just look at him come. That horse would make lightning look slower in molasses. Silo, help me up. Huh? Help me set up. You stay still. But. Thunderation. I don't know what Tanto say, but I want to know what's happened. Maskman come. He'll tell you. Oh, Garnet. Hey, mask man. You stopped them crooks from robbing the paint. Did you? Mask man, did you? Oh. Oh, that boomer. Oh, boy. Hold that. Boo. No, you didn't. Oh, blast it all. I was, but I did better. Here. That bag contains the money they stole. Huh? I told you I could catch them if I wanted to. But I didn't. I let them rob the bank. When they'd taken the money. I took it from them. You Rockwell crook. Hold on, Dan. You misunderstood me. I thought you were on a still. Listen to me and do your thinking afterwards. What? Huh? Can those bandages be taken off Dan safely? Will it harm him if we do? Can we make it look as if he'd just gotten those wounds? Tonto, fix it. Yeah. What's going on? Whitey and Sig aren't far behind me. No. I let them keep me in sight. They'll try to get this money back. I don't savvy. A posse's coming behind them. Yeah. We'll wait here for Sig and Whitey. They'll ride into our guns. You'll do exactly as I say. When the posse arrives, it'll meet with a surprise. With only one thought in their minds, the recovery of the stolen money, Whitey and Sig rode straight into the Lone Ranger's trap. Get up there. Get up there. The masked man went through there. That's near our old hideout. And we got him. We know these hills inside out. Get up there. Get on there. Keep your eyes peeled. Har. There he is. Wa. Them shorts come for you. Hey, look. The rescue. And the masked man's turning back. What the God sick. It's for trap. Let him have it. We've got to fight our way out. The sheriff and his posse were nearing the woods that concealed the camp when the outlaws started to shoot it out. The roar of gunfire put fresh heart into the men. And there's something going on ahead. Impalas must have run into trouble. It's near them wood. Get em over boys. Maybe we got them. Come on. Hey Sheriff, the shooting stopped. Oh, it has. Get along fella, get along. I'll see em in a second if they ain't cleared out again as soon as they get past these trees. Well, hey fellas. Look there. It's Dan Marlon. He's holding the gun. I'm sick and whitey. It was him stopped them crooks. Yeah. Hold him, Dan. He'll be there in a second. Get away. Come on. Get away. Come on. Here's your prisoner, Sheriff. And here's James Cash. Take them both and welcome. My gosh fella, did they shoot you up like that? Yep. Hey, this is a trick. There was a masked man and a ranch can. They trapped us then left hand to hold us here till you fellowship quit. Both of you trying to talk to once. So you hombres claim two other gents caught you, huh? That's right. Late. Two fellas knowing you as bank robbers and know there'd likely be a reward for you. Caught you then just rode off, huh? Well listen Sheriff, you hombres can stop wasting your breath. That's too thin. There's too much evidence. Again. It's Dan all shot up and you fellas standing with your hands in the air and the cash laying there on the ground. Nope. That story don't go down, Dan. You've done a swell job. Thanks, sheriff. Even though it ain't true. Shucks, you're just being modest. You've done more than a swell job, Dan. You turned around and helped Gabe here. The hombre that was going to take over everything you own. Going to. I think he'll change his mind. How much you say it was you really owed him? $1,000? Not a penny more or less. I'll share a few. Look here. But I can't. I tell you what you're gonna do. You're gonna let Dan have back his ranch. When you've done that, you're gonna give him time to pay what you got coming. No, I won't. Taint fair. I haven't. Boys, you hear that? Hear what? Gabe says Dan almost gets killed saving his money and yours and the banker don't seem to appreciate it. What's that? What? No, fellas, wait. Wait just one second. Well boys, I. When the sheriff said that about giving Dan back his ranch just now, I. Well that is he took the words right out of my mouth. The story you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Lone Ranger Incorporated.