The faint flush of early dawn colored the horizon, and twinkling beams of light found their way through the fluttering leaves of the cottonwoods, to move in restless pattern over the slumbering forms of the Lone Ranger, his Indian companion Tonto, and the Lone Ranger's fourteen-year-old nephew Dan Reid. It was only at long intervals that young Dan was permitted to travel with the masked man and the Indian, and boylike, he slept contentedly and soundly under the open sky. Suddenly the Lone Ranger awoke with a start, as distant harsh sounds intermingled with the chirping of the birds. It sounded like Indians were attack nearby...