The masked man racing across the plains, was hotly pursued by brightly painted savages who were armed with short bows. It was the Lone Ranger, racing for his life, and it seemed a hopeless race. He rode the half-wild Indian mustang bareback, and wished fervently that he had his great horse, Silver, who might easily have outrun the murder-bent pursuers. He turned and threw two shots over his shoulder - and then his gun was empty. Capture was only a matter of seconds away... Then help came from an unexpected source! Shots rang out, and the Indians halted and cried out in surprise. The reprieve was all the masked man needed to thumb cartridges into one of his heavy guns, and he too opened fire!