John Reid: I like that horse more than anything in the world, but if he wants to go, he should be free.
Tonto: Him a beauty. Like mountain with snow - silver-white.
John Reid: Silver. That will be a name for him.
John Reid: I want some of the ore cast into silver bullets.
Jim Blaine: Thunderation, what's the matter with lead bullets? They'll kill just as well as...
John Reid: You forget I told you I vowed never to shoot to kill. Silver bullets will serve as sort of a symbol. Tonto suggested the idea.
Jim Blaine: Symbol? Of what?
John Reid: A symbol which means justice by law. I want it to become known to all who see the silver bullets that I live and fight only to see the eventual defeat and the proper punishment by law of every criminal in the West.
Jim Blaine: By criminy, I think you got something there!
Narrator: Far from civilization, in a desolate canyon of the Southwest, are the graves of a patrol of Texas Rangers; victims of an ambush laid by the infamous Cavendish gang. One grave, however, differs strangely from the other five for it contains no corpse. Now, on the canyon walls, a desperate battle is being fought. Vince Collins, a member of the Cavendish gang, fights two determined men whom he has just tried to betray. One is a masked man, the Lone Ranger, who filled the empty grave to conceal the fact that he still lives. The other is Tonto, the Lone Ranger's Indian companion.
Tonto: Him dead, Ke-Mo Sah-Bee, but me glad. Him deserve to die.
The Lone Ranger: No, Tonto. No one should have his life end like this.
Tonto: Like white parson say, this act of providence. Now no one know you still live.
The Lone Ranger: Yes, that is true. A strange act of providence has protected my secret.
Sheriff Two-Gun Taylor: Watch these owl-hoots close while I tie 'em up.
Doc Drummond: Yeah. I hope they do make a move, especially this one.
Butch Cavendish: Remember this, boys. I'm not in jail yet.
Doc Drummond: Shut up. Working your mouth is making a move.
Sheriff Two-Gun Taylor: So, Butch Cavendish is the judge's murderer, huh?
Jim Blaine: Yeah. Right now, he's in this here vicinity wounded with my bullet in him.