A posse led by Sheriff Hastings of Little Falls, had pursued the Lone Ranger and Tonto to a point where the masked man and his faithful Indian companion could retreat no farther. Behind them a sheer cliff dropped for a thousand feet; to one side their escape was barred by jagged rocks - impossible for their horses to climb; and to the front, men from the posse approached on foot, taking advantage of whatever cover presented itself. To the right however, was a steep canyon about thirty feet wide, cut into the face of the cliff - and it was looking like their only chance!