Dan Reid, the nephew of the Lone Ranger, had ridden a few miles from camp, and reined up on the side of a hill, overlooking a vast expanse of cultivated valley. Green stalks of tasseled corn - taller than any man - nearly covered the floor of the valley. But the fourteen-year-old boy found his attention riveted on the Indians, who occupied a clearing. Dan watched while the red men chanted and danced, and then leaped onto the back his horse - Victor - to urge his horse back to the Lone Ranger's camp.