Another journey into the realm of the strange and terrifying.

I hope you will enjoy the trip that it will thrill you a little and chill you a little.

So settle back.

Get a good grip on your nerves.

Where are we going?

You'll find out when we get there.

Theircée High-O-Silver! A fiery horse of the speed of light, a cloud of dust, and a hearty, high old silver! The lone ranger!

The... History has never recorded the deeds of the lone ranger, but the old-timers who lived when the United States was expanding its western frontier told exciting stories of a

masked man who rode a white horse, a mystery rider whose heavy, thick guns, carried bullets of silver,

who was known as the champion of justice in the west of yesteryear.

Some out of the past come the thundering hoofbeats of the great horse silver,

and once again we hear the inspiring shout.

Are you, Silver!

The lone ranger

rides again.

Come on,

Silver, old boy!

I was waiting for us in big Ben! So hurry, old boy! I'll Sylver! Ho! Allie! Hey! Hey! Hey! Oh! You know! The Jed Kramer, the banker, made his fortune by lending money to the inhabitants of Big Ben's.

His terms were harsh, and he was quick to foreclosed when his clients were unable to pay.

As a result, nearly every man in town was his enemy.

We see the money lender in his bank long after closing hours.

It is night, and he is working by the light of an oil lamp.

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