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The cafe's a bit crowded, seems like. Well, the pleasure she is mine, amigo. Sit down if you like. Thanks a lot. See, you talk like you might come from down my way. I'm Bud Austin from Brownsville, Texas. Well, I am Jose Fernando Bernadino Luis Aldamus. In other words, your name is Jose. Oh, sure. That is all anyone ever remember, amigo. But that does not matter. You have just arrived on the boat, perhaps, in your boat? Yeah, I came up here to make my fortune, but it looks like everybody in the States got here before me. I reckon there isn't a claim left to be state. Well, it is not easy to find a good location, amigo. I have come up on the first boat in the spring, but only now have I found a claim which I have borrowed enough money to work. Boy, somebody here has grubs taken you so you can go ahead. See, first I have found a good location and filed a claim. But for a month I have not enough money for tools and supplies. Oh, how come you finally got somebody to put up the diner? Others near my claim have made this strike. After that, the senor who owns this cafe, the senor Davis, he's come to Jose and offered to lend him money. I have signed the note and someday I've paid off with much interest. Well, wish I had enough to buy India claim, Jose. Coming from the same territory down the Rio Grande seems like you're an old friend. Oh, see, senor Bud. Maybe it is like that, too. Uh, how much could you pay for the buy into the claim, perhaps? Well, the trip and all cost a lot more than I expected, Jose. All I have left is about $100. Oh, for the $100, amigo, you are become the partner of Jose and we work the mind together, no? Great day, Jose Amine. Why, but of course. First we shall eat, then we shall ride out the claim and, uh, cramba without a horse you will be. Oh, that's what cost me so much on the trip, Jose. I brought my horse along with me. So-so? You other know folks down our way don't consider themselves well-dressed, listen, they have their horse along. And see, that is right, amigo Bueno. Then soon we shall leave here and go to our claim, yes. Jose and Bud Austin worked hard at their claim. It was a month later when they rode into Selkirk and stopped behind the cafe. Oh, oh, oh. We stopped here at the back door and not go through the cafe. Gosh, I bet Mr. Davis will be glad. Uh, Jose? Yes, he is. And why not, amigo? Is he not getting back his money with interest? Come in. Senor Davis! We have come with the good news. Oh, hello, Jose. What's the good news you have? Uh, we have three more than enough gold in these leather bags, Senor Davis. To pay back what you have lend me. You mean you and Austin made a strike out there? No, he's so dead. See, we shall be rich. Already we have more gold to bring to town. Now, Senor, you can give me back the note which I have signed to get that loan from you, yes? Wait a minute, Jose. Take it easy. But the note! We have bring the gold so now I... Yeah, yeah, yeah, Davis. People say the note he signed. Let's get this over with. Jose didn't sign a note. Oh, but he told me that he... Now, please, please. Senor Davis, this is not true. What you say. A month ago I came to you for money, no? It was then I signed the note. You signed a paper at that time, Jose. But it wasn't a note. I don't savvy this, Jose. You told me that you... Wait, Senor. But now, Senor Davis, perhaps you will explain all this, please. Sure. A month ago when I lent you that money, you signed a paper saying that if you made a strike, half the mind belongs to me. Huh? I have it in black and white. No, no, Senor. This is not true. There's something fishy about all this. Jose and I have an agreement saying half the mind belongs to me, Davis. Next time you better read what you sign, Jose. I have that paper with your signature on it. That means I own half the mind. But this cannot be. There are about two halfs. One of them is mine. The other belongs to my partner, but... There's no reason why you two shouldn't be partners, Jose. You'll have to share half the mind between you since the other half is signed over to me. Oh, say, how could you be such a stupid fool as to sign a paper like that? It is no good to argue about it here, amigo. We leave now and talk to the matter more at our cabin, no? Oh, it's just the same. I'm plenty sore about it. Come on, let's get out of here. And you, Senor Davis. I'll write out with the constable in the morning just to make sure you realize that paper's legal. So long, Jose. You can expect us bright and early in the morning. The following day, Sergeant Preston arrived in Selkirk and stopped in front of the constable's office. Hold on, King. Hold on. Come on, King. Sergeant Preston. I'm sure glad to see you. Hello, George. Is something wrong? Well, I have to admit something has happened that stumps me a bit. Have a chair, Sergeant. I'll tell you about it. Go ahead, George. You remember Jose, don't you? Jose Aldamas? Yes. Jose stayed in Dawson a while before coming here to Selkirk. What about him? Well, as you may recall, Jose was tall and muscular. Built very much like you, Sergeant. I remember his appearance. I even remember he has a jagged scar on his chin. That's right. Well, Mr. Davis, owner of the cafe, came to me and asked me to go to Jose's cabin with him this morning. What for? Jose signed an agreement given Davis a half share in his claim. That was a month or so ago when Davis grabbed State Jose. I see. Seems the same day Jose received the money from Davis. He teamed up with a young Texan called Bud Austin. Bud Austin? I met him too in Dawson. He came to headquarters asking for information about filing a claim. Seems like a nice young fellow to me. Yes, I know. Well, Bud and Jose came to town yesterday. They'd struck gold. And they went to Davis's office to repay the money he'd lent Jose. That should have made Davis happy. I guess it did. But it seems Jose tried to back down on the agreement he'd signed. Saying he thought he'd signed a note for a loan. Oh, I see. What's more, he'd taken in Bud Austin as a partner. And according to Davis, when Bud found out about the signed agreement with Davis, he jumped all over Jose. He started an argument. What then? They both left. After Jose said they'd better wait until they got the cabin to discuss the matter. This morning, I went out there with Davis to try to settle things. We found Jose was gone. Gone? You know the place out there, the location of the cabin? Yes. Cabins near a small canyon which drops down to the rapids of the Yukon River. That's right. Well, we found Bud lying on the ground near the edge of the canyon. He had a gun still in his hand and one bullet had been fired. Seemingly, he had fallen and hit his head on a rock. But Jose, what about him? I am coming to that, Sergeant. As we leaned over at Bud Austin, after quickly looking around the location, he came to and stirred me to get up. What happened? Where is Jose? Where is he? I guess you know that better than we do, Austin. You found this gun in your hand and Jose's head on the edge of the canyon. I don't say what you mean. What about Jose? As we can make out Austin, you shot him and then tossed him over into the rapids below. You can see foot marks where the body was dragged to the edge of the canyon cliff. No. No, that's a lie. You hear a lie. I've been knocked down. You must have slipped and fell after you shoved Jose over. Your head hit that rock just behind you, I reckon. No. I didn't shoot Jose. I didn't kill him. You can't save him. Take it easy, Bud. We'll talk it over later. Right now, we'd better get you to town and have that edit. I can't believe young Austin would do such a thing. Where's he now? I brought him here, Sergeant. After the doctor fixed his head wound, I took him into custody. As a suspect in the murder of Jose Aldamus. I'd like to talk to you about Austin, George. Of course, Sergeant. Come on. Wait here, King. Sergeant, press sincere to see you, Austin. Sergeant, get me out of here. Help me find out who did away with Jose. Please, Sergeant. You have to believe me when I say I didn't do it. Calm down, Bud. Calm down. Now tell me exactly what happened last night after you arrived at the cabin. Oh, sure. Sure, I'll tell you. When we left Davis' office, I was plenty riled up at Jose. You know about the agreement? Yes. Go on with your story. Oh, I didn't stay riled long. Nobody really could with Jose, but by the time we got back to the cabin, we were as friendly as ever. You talked over the situation? Well, we had some gold hidden in the cabin and a small satchel made of ponyskin that I brought from Texas. Oh. We got that out in the table and decided to take it in the morning to some lawyer, so as to get him to fight for our claim against Davis. And what happened after that? Well, we both turned in for the night. Sometime later, there was a knock at the door. Jose got up and without taking his gun, opened the door. Go on. I heard someone speaking a low voice. Jose stepped outside, closing the door. A minute later, I heard a shot, so I ran out. Someone hit me on the back of the head. I see. That's all I remember, Sergeant. I come to and found Davis and the constable bended over me. Jose was my friend and partner. I didn't kill him, Sergeant. And if you don't find the one who did, the law might hang me for murder. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. You know what I've got in my hands right now? I've got those big red-and-blue packages of Quaker-puffed wheat and Quaker-puffed rice. Because I wanted to tell you, fellas and girls, something about the famous, smiling Quaker-man on the front of these packages. You know, he's your guarantee that you're getting the original, crisp, fresh, shot-from-gun cereal. Yes? My? 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They reinvest their earnings and their profits in their home community, and in many ways are a vital part of these communities. We send them our greetings and our very best wishes for a successful convention. Now to continue. Sergeant Preston had listened attentively to Bud's story at the same time keeping in mind what the constable had told him. There was a tense, quiet moment before Sergeant Preston finally spoke. What about Jose's body, Constable? Was it found? No, Sergeant. The rabbits must have carried it away. I see. Please, Sergeant, believe me, I declare that... I admit the circumstances are against you right now, Bud. But I'll do my best to get at the truth. Let's go into the office, Constable. We'll be leaving in a few minutes, King. Just, uh, what do you think about all this, Sergeant? You say you found Jose's hat near the edge of the canyon? That's right. When a man gets up in the night to answer the door, he doesn't usually put on his hat. That's right, if we can believe Bud's story. I'm inclined to believe it, George. Of course, Bud Austin refuses to admit that he didn't think he could do with it. Jose's death, if he is dead. And until the body is found, we can't charge him with murder. I suggest you take King with you, George, and go along the river bank down in that canyon. Maybe you can locate the body. All right, Sergeant, what are you going to do? I'm going out to look over the cabin Jose and Bud used. Maybe if you took King with you, he could pick up a trail that might lead to something. Well, we know Davis and a couple of his men were there with you this morning, so if the trail did to them, it wouldn't mean anything. That's right. You think King will go with me? Yes, of course, King. Go with George, King. Go with him, boy. I'll see you later, Sergeant. Oh, hold on, George, just a minute. What is it? There's only skin satchel with a gold in it. The one Bud said they put on the table at the cabin. There wasn't any satchel there, Sergeant. Oh? Davis claimed Bud was just trying to tell a story that make us believe the motive was robbery. I see. I'll meet you later here at the office, so long. After the constable left with King to hunt for Jose's body, Sergeant Preston rode out the trail toward the cabin on the cliff. He reigned to a halt in front of the cabin and dismounted. Oh, boy. Oh, boy. As Preston started up the steps of the porch, a warning winny from his faithful horse, Blackie, caused them only to swing around, gun in hand. Sergeant Preston saw Blackie with ears pointed forward, looking toward a grove of trees on the edge of the clearing. Blackie had caught the scent of men and horses and had immediately relayed the nearness of possible danger to his master. As Sergeant Preston stood sharply eyeing the shadows under the trees, he saw the glint of light on a gun and even as he threw himself flat, the shot rang out. That was close. Preston waited a few moments after the exchange of shots, and then seeing no one, he crawled a few feet to the door. Once inside, he stood up. Now to get to the front window. Whoever it was is leaving in a hurry. Ready, Blackie? Easy, boy. Pick up the trail on that grove. Get up, Blackie. Come on, now. It was easy for Sergeant Preston to follow the trail he found in the grove. He discovered that two horsemen had been there and they had gone into town. He lost the trail among the many hoof prints on the main street, but seemed reasonably sure the two men had headed for the cafe. Preston returned to the constable's office. Meantime, the two horsemen, henchmen of Davis's named Wally and Ralph, entered the back office of the cafe. How did you make out? We were just getting ready to search the cabin and see if there's any more gold there. When the money came along. I mean, the constable went back there? I don't want to get mixed up with him. Who are you talking about, Ralph? Ever hear of Sergeant Preston? That's who it was that came to the cabin out there. Are you sure it was Preston, Wally? It was him, all right. Lucky for us, he didn't have that big dog of his with him. Yeah, when you took a shot at Preston, that dog would have tried to get at us. You mean to say you shot at that, Mountie? Wally did, but somehow Preston got wise and flopped down just before Wally threw the lead at him. You fools! Preston won't give up till he finds out who fired at him. He won't have his dog with him. He won't be able to trail us here. Anyway, stop worrying. Austin's in jail for Jose's murder and there's no way for him to prove he didn't do it. All we have to do is sit tight and deny everything. Ralph's right, Davis. You got nothing to beef about. You will end up with a fine gold mine. It was late afternoon when the constable returned to his office with King and found Sergeant Preston waiting. Well, George, any luck? King seems excited. I think he is. Because of him, we found Jose's body, Sergeant. Where's the body now? I brought it into the corners and left it there. Jose had been shot. He was evidently dead before we stoned over the cliff into the rapids. No one else knows about finding him? No one but the coroner and he won't tell anybody. Good. George, send word to Davis that something's come up and you want to bring Bud Austin to his office. I'll him to have them in there All right. Then what? Go there with Austin in about an hour. Review the case just to make conversation for a short time. What about you? First I'm going over the corners. I have a plan that may startle the truth out of Davis. Before I leave, I'll coach you on what to say. Dusk had fallen and the flickering oil lamp on Davis's desk in his office at the cafe cast shadows around the room as he, Wally and Ralph face the constable and Bud Austin. This is all about constable but since you wanted to meet here, we're willing. Well, if by some chance, Jose's still there. I don't be a fool constable. If he was shot and then tossed over that cliff, how could he still be living? You seem awful sure about just how he died. Wally just stating the facts as we all saw them including the constable. By the way, Davis, may I see the agreement again that you and Jose signed a month or so ago? Sure, sure. There it is. Look it over constable. Thanks. As it says here, Fending Habs to Jose, you get the entire mind. Yes, we agreed on that. It also states you can see that he'd get my share if anything happened to me. But Jose signed an agreement with me making us partners. You tricked him into signing that one. Think what you like. This agreement was signed before yours, so you're out of luck. Anyhow, with the evidence and witnesses to appear against you at the trial, you won't need any agreement. You hang for killing Jose. I tell you, I didn't have any agreement. As Davis and Ralph talk, the constable notice the backdoor ease open slightly, knowing what to expect he spoke. I'd go and hang or even go to trial if he has a witness to prove he didn't kill Jose. Sure, but where would he get such a witness? Senor, I shall be the witness for my good friend, Bud. Only back a look, Jose, but it can't be. You fools, you said that you... Davis stopped talking as he stared with the others at the figure of the room near the backdoor. His hands shook as he leaned on the desk to look, noting the jagged scar, the tall, well-built figure, the accent. Well, why do you all stare at Jose, Senorys? Because he has come back from the death you planned for him. No, no, it was Davis' idea. He sent us out there during the night to tell you and fix it like Austin did. Shut up, Wally. This is a trick. Whoever that is out... Wally made a dash for the door leading with Ralph close behind. Preston spoke out sharply. Stop them, King. Get them away! Cut them off, will you? I'll put a bullet in that. Oh, you won't? It's not Jose at all. It's Preston, you fool. Oh, gosh, Sergeant, you looked and talked just like Jose when he came in that backdoor. But you still look just like him. I studied his features, Bud, and then disguised myself, so I might pass for him long enough to get one of them to talk. Man, oh, I bet it sure works, Sergeant. Well, well, this clears you. I'm sure the court will declare in favor of your agreement with Jose. Well, Collie, Sergeant, are you being able to make up an act just like Jose? No telling how things would have turned out. Well, let's say we sort about trick to trickster. Came up with a murder of Bud. Davis, you're under arrest in the name of the crown for the murder of Jose Aldomis. I'll get a lawyer. Without the body, you can't do anything. The body's been found, Davis. As far as I'm concerned, this case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Friday's adventure. Revenge from beyond. 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I'm afraid Sergeant Preston may find that the case is far stranger than appears on the surface and may be a dangerous one. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Friday. These radio dramas are a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated are created by George W. Trendle produced by Trendle Campbell Enterprises directed by Fred Flower Day and supervised by Charles D. Livingston. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. They are brought to you every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at the same time by Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice. The breakfast cereal shot from guns. Remember for delicious hot breakfast enjoy Quaker Oats. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Delicious, nutritious, makes you feel ambitious. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. And here's why Quaker Oats is called the giant of the cereals. There's more growth, more endurance in oatmeal than any other whole grain cereal. So make your hot breakfast by flourishing Quaker Oats. 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