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I hope we can get a bead on that critter before the light gets bad. Still early to Lem, he can't be too far away, these tracks are fresh. Maybe we should have brought the dog team for further along with us. They're pretty far back. They won't have to go all the way back for him, as far enough so King can hear me if I bring them them. Take it easy long here, Lem. I'm losing me a little back into those thickets ahead. Don't I saw some branches move? My eyes are getting bad, Sergeant. It's getting so I can't see anything unless it's right under my nose. I'll go ahead and circle that thicket. Maybe I can scare something out. I'll be close behind you, Lem. Take it careful. The wind was blowing toward Lem as he approached the thicket covering brush. Suddenly, he stepped on a dry branch under the snow and it cracked loudly in the silence. At that moment, the bushes parted near Lem and a large brown bear had charged out at him. Lem dodged to one side and the Mounties gun rolled again and again as the beast closed in on the old man. It was almost upon him when it suddenly sprawled in the snow. It was close. Glad you're a good shot, President. You all right? I feel like a boat engine going upstream. I never saw a bear attack anyone like that. If we're downwind from it, you must have frightened it. It was going to make shit out of work if... Well, Sergeant, look! It's a cub, a bear cub. That's why that bear attacked you. She thought you'd hurt a cub. Well, now ain't he the cutest little thing you ever saw? He's too small to be afraid of men. Come on, little fella. I won't hurt you. Too bad we had to make an orphan out of him. I wonder what we ought to do with him. Do with him? We'll take him home and make a pet out of him. Maggie let my pet coon go and we ain't even got a dog around. If your wife didn't like having a pet coon, she's not going to be too happy about a pet bear. Shucks. Even Maggie couldn't help liking this little fella the way he's cute as a kitten. She's going to have to like him. I always had a hankering for a pet bear. Her memory isn't going to stay that size. He goes as big as his mother. There won't be any room for you and Maggie in the cabin. Well, he'll be good protection for us. I think I'll call him Rudy. What? Yeah, that's shot for Rudolph. I had a partner once named Rudy. He looked just like a bear. And I bet this young fella won't look just like him. All right, Lam, you adopt him. I hope Maggie shares your enthusiasm. And it's taking back to the dog team going home. How quick you're wiggling, Rudy. From now on, I'm your first upon. You've got to do as I say. It was almost supper time when Sergeant Preston and Lam stopped the dog team in front of Lam's cabin. Okay. King, Preston's big lead dog, came back and sniffed curiously at the squirming bundle of fur in Lam's arms as he got off the dog sled. Now hold still, you little puppy. Okay. Oh, look at King, Simon. No, I'm sure he won't. Put the cub on the ground. They may as well get used to each other. Careful, King. Don't hurt him. No, King. No, don't scare him. You take care of him, fella. I swear, I think that dog knows everything you say, Sergeant. Look at him. He's licking Rudy. King knows he's such a baby. Rudy isn't afraid of King, is he? My golly, they're friends already. That bear cub is going to have the best disposition in the world. He likes everybody. Look what Sergeant Preston and I brought you, Maggie. I can't keep me out of this. Look at him. Andy, the cutest little thing you ever saw. Why, it's a bear cub. Yeah, we just knew you'd like him. Who said I liked him? Well, the Sergeant here, he said he just knew you'd be crazy. Well, he is a cute little buggy, Maggie. We just got rid of that pesky raccoon you had, Len. Now you bring home a bear. Now you, you just let him go. I'm not going to put up with anything like that. Oh, the thing likes him. We'll call him Rudy. Remember, you always like Rudy. You see, Maggie, we shot his ma in the woods today. Poor little fella, he's all alone in the world. He's hungry and cold, and he don't know how to help himself. Well, oh, you quit working on my sympathies, Len Bailey. Well, I guess we'll just have to turn him loose and let him starve and get eaten by a wolf or something. Well, oh, you too. All right, bring him in. No use arguing. Let me suffer, get cold. Come on. Thanks, Sergeant. Dad did it. She'll keep him once she feeds him. Come on, Rudy. We've got you over the first hurdle. Maggie's got a real tender heart, and I know she's going to like you. Len Bailey and Maggie kept the young cub, and as Sergeant Preston stopped at their cabin whenever he was in the vicinity, King and Rudy became friendly. As the bear grew to his full size, he and King treated each other with quiet dignity. It always delighted Len to watch them. Just look at them, Sergeant. It's hard to believe that a bear and a dog could get along and know each other like that. It's a long time since our last visit, Len, but they haven't forgotten each other. You'll stay for supper, won't you? Why? Maggie will ask me. Ask you? When she heard you'd come and she started getting more food while I come out to meet you. Sergeant Preston. How are you, Maggie? I'm just fine, Sergeant. I didn't go out to meet you because I knew you'd be hungry, and I thought hurry and supper would be showing more hospitality. Maggie, you certainly know the way to a man's heart. Oh, men, dogs and bears. They're all alike. Oh, they're stomachs, and they think you're a queen. Well, Rudy sure thinks she's one. Say, you should see that bear, Sergeant. He follows her all over the place. Well, now, uh, I didn't come here just to eat. As a matter of fact, I came to warn you people about two men we're after. You mean criminals? Yes, Len. We're quite sure they're in this territory. I'm warning everyone to be on the lookout for them. Are these men dangerous, Sergeant? Yes, they are. They're killers. They're wanted by both the Canadian and United States governments. That's sakes. We're putting these posters around. There's a picture of one of them on it. He escaped from prison, and there's a description of both of them. He's a rough-looking character. Sure he is. But I don't think we have much to worry about. Our cabin is hidden off so far from everything that nobody could find it. It's just the kind of a place these men would like to find. But I doubt that you have to worry or look at that big bear roaming around the place. Not to discourage anybody. You're all right, Sergeant. Strangers don't ever drop in the way they used to. Of course all our friends know he's as harmless as a kitten. Why, I even wrestle with him. I'm sure he has to suffer, Sergeant. He's the smartest animal I ever saw. Oh, I should say he is. The other day, he wanted to get out of the cabin, and he was standing on his hind legs, fooling with the latch of the door. I swear he'd have opened it himself if I had the help. Look how proud she is of Rudy. Remember, Sergeant, how we had to scheme to get her to keep it? I suppose you'll throw that in my face to my dying day, Len Bailey. Oh, but I must admit I'm fond of Rudy. If I wasn't, I wouldn't let him in the cabin the way I do. Now that I know there are bad men in the territory, I might be glad to have him. Incidentally, if you ever do happen to see Red Grant or Jake Carter, give them whatever they ask and don't try to resist. They'll kill you as quickly as they'd look at you. Red Grant and Jake Carter. Their names don't sound vicious. But the men are. Remember they're desperate, Len. They know they'll hang if they're caught. Back in the hills, not too far from Len's cabin, Red Grant and Jake Carter sat before a small campfire in front of a cave, finishing their supper. The firelight cast dancing gleams on Red's ugly face as he wolfed his food greedily. Jake, smaller with beady black eyes and the quick-life movements of a snake, emptied his plate into the fire. I can't eat this rotten food anymore. How can you sit there and gubble it down as if it was home cooking? Maybe I'm not as good a cook as that squaw. Quit talking about it. So now you're getting touchy about that, too. It's getting so I can't talk about nothing anymore. I'm sick of hiding out in a cave like a wild animal. I want some decent food. Nothing wrong with this food. I suppose after spending so much time in prison, you don't care what you eat. You'd have been there with me if I had it torn. I helped you when you got out, didn't I? Now look at us. They're after both of us. I should have left you and worked alone. They're after you for that knife when you didn't Seattle. I wasn't even there when it happened. And if you hadn't shot that prospector, they'd never have known we were in the Yukon territory. You're lucky I'm with you. You don't know nothing about hunting. You couldn't live in this wilderness without me. It wouldn't know how. I don't call this living. We're gonna find a cabin somewhere. I want a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in. That's a big orn, Jake. But I'll admit we gotta do something. I need a new gun. One I got keeps jamming all the time. We're running short of food. I gotta get something to hunt with. Well, Jake, maybe we better risk swapping some of our gold for supplies of the Trayton Post. Are you crazy? By now a bit every Trayton Post in the territory has been told about us. You know how thorough the modern police are? Oh, those red-coated cops. I'd like to drill one. Oh, mouties are not. I'm not gonna stay in this cave any longer. Tomorrow we'll start looking for a cabin. We can find one that's well enough hidden... Hey, yeah, that's a better idea. 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When you ask for delicious Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice, now to continue our story. Sergeant Preston had left the Bailey's Cabin after supper the night before. It was a cloudy day, and Maggie peered out the window after finishing the breakfast dishes. Oh, just look at them clouds. Going to rain, just as sure as you're born. Today's the day I promised Mrs. Jackson I'd go over and help her sew that new dress she's making. Well, a little rain won't hurt you. Wear your high boots and that oil skin coat. Of course, it's a long way to walk, just to sew on a dress. Oh, it ain't just a sew. I need to talk to a woman once in a while there. Sure you do, Maggie, sure you do. We're so far away from everybody, we ought to get a mule so you can go visit them more. Oh, let me, Bailey, you know better than that. Me, riding on a mule? Oh, walking don't hurt me any. Well, I ain't too proud to ride a mule. I got to go all the way to the trading post today and get some surprise. I could use a mule to help me totem. I was just thinking about you, though. You ought to get out more. You can't spend your time sitting around talking to a bear, even if he is a smart one like Rudy. Speaking of Rudy, if you're going to the trading post, I better shut him in the cabin. No, I don't. He'll follow me. Mrs. Jackson will be scared out of her wits. Well, there's a good idea to leave him here after what Sergeant Preston said about their mayonnaise chasing. Well, I guess I'd better get started. It's almost a four-days trip. I'd like to get back before dark. Now, don't you get playing checkers with anybody and forget what time it is. I won't, Maggie. I won't. I'll be back about the same time you will in time to help you start supper. I'll wait for his breakfast, I guess. Well, I'll feed him in here and shut him up. Here, Rudy. It was later that morning when Sergeant Preston, on horseback with King running beside him, stopped at a bend in the trail and was greeted by Corporal Drake, who was waiting for him. Morning, Sergeant. Morning, Corporal. Anything to report? I think I may have a lead on the men we're after. I met a trapper this morning who said he'd seen a man hunting the other day. From his description of him, it was undoubtedly Rhett Grant. Where are these hills, all right? Then later on, I was riding over the ridge. I saw a curl of campfire smoke down in the valley. I looked through my field glasses and saw that it was built in front of a cave. There was no sign of anyone near it, so I thought I'd meet you and report it. You think it's worth investigating? Yes, I do. That could be where they'd hide out. Lead the way, Corporal. Have a look at it. Good. Get up. Come on. Get up there. As Corporal Drake and Sergeant Preston examined the cave and the hills, King sniffed around as if he too were looking for clues. He had picked up a torn piece of cloth from a dark corner of the cave, and Sergeant Preston took it from him. How'd you find, boy? What is it, Sergeant? Looks like a piece torn from the bottom of a trouser leg. Let's take it out into the light. One, King. Hey, that looks like the kind of cloth that's used for prison clothes. It is. I think we're on the trail of the men we want. They've gone. They haven't left anything, and they won't be back. There aren't any tracks in these rocks to show which way they went. King and Puddle, they're sent without tracks. I got the sent from this piece of cloth. Here, King. This cloth, boy. Find him, Puddle. After him. The rain that Maggie had predicted fell heavily above noon, but it had lightened to a thin drizzle when Jake Carter and Red Grant broke into the clearing where Lem's cabin stood. Jake, look, a cap. I don't care what it is. As long as it's got a roof. I'm drenched in the skin. Come on. Ah, Jake, be careful. Someone's there. I've got my knife and you have your gun. I'd like to see anybody try and stop us. Look, the door is swinging open and shut. There's nobody home where they'd close it. Come on. Now, this cabin is away from everything. Nobody finds here. We'll take care of the owner of it when he comes back. We're going to do another climate. It's dark in here. Maybe somebody's asleep. What's that? Jake, look out. It's a bear. Get back here. Jake, don't throw that knife. Red, shoot him. Jake went spinning into the wall as the bear's huge paw struck him beside the head. Red raised his gun as the beast turned toward him, blood streaming from the knife wound in his shoulder. He pulled the trigger frantically. Now this gun is jammed. Get back. Get back. I say. No, no, no. With one swing of its mighty forepaw, it knocked the gun from Red's hand. Then it struck again. Oh, no. Red rolled toward the cot and lay writhing beside it. Jake lay still on the other side of the room. His leg crumpled under him. The huge bear, grunting with rage and pain, ran out the open door. The rain had stopped, and a small break in the clouds lighted up the clearing as the beast loped toward some rocks that rose above the trees a short distance away. He left a trail of blood behind him. It was some time later when Sergeant Preston and Corporal Drake, following King, walked their horses along the narrow trail leading toward Lem's cabin. It was impossible to go faster, and the sergeant's fears mounted as it grew closer. It was with a sigh of relief that he saw Lem's figure trudging ahead as they neared the clearing. Lem. Lem. King, fight balance. Stay here, boy. We should meet you sooner. You can carry this pack I'm bringing Lem. Lem. I don't think she'll be back yet. She went over to Mrs. Jackson's today. Why? Lem, this is Corporal Drake. The Corporal and I are on the trail of those men I told you about, and the trail leads to your cabin. Holy cats! You stay back and let us go ahead. What's Sergeant? Maggie was going to shot Rudy in the cabin. He'd scare anybody away. These men don't scare easily. You follow us, Lem, steady bullet. He ran ahead of the Maltese as they approached the cabin. He went through the open door and barked frantically from inside. Something wrong in there. Someone's been hurt. His blood on this step. Look, they're in the corner of a man. Help! Help! I'll take a look at him. Red Grant. I'm hurt. What happened, Grant? A bear. It was a bear. What did he say? A bear? Lem has a pet bear. It must have attacked him. I'll cut his coat open. What happened, Sergeant? We didn't, Lem. Rudy did. Rudy? Rudy wouldn't attack anybody. Who said he did? Red Grant said so. He's lying. What happened to a lying thief? He threw his knife. It went into the bear's shoulder, but it didn't kill him. You mean he stuck Rudy with a knife? Why, they're sneaking right out. Kill him. Where is he? You're too late. Lem. Rudy killed him. He's over there in the corner. No such thing. He wouldn't do a thing like that. What if he were wounded? I think it's safe to move Grant to that cot, don't you, Corporal? You mean that's Rudy's blood on the step? Yes, Lem. Come on, Corporal. Oh, Rudy's hurt. I'm going to find him. Lem, don't go after that bear. He's dangerous. I'm going to find him. Hurry, Corporal. Lift Grant over the cot. Where's his shoulder? There. I'll have to go after Lem. The bear might kill him. I'll take care of Grant, Sergeant. Come along, King. The tracks of the wounded bear were clear from the soft mud after the rain. They led to a niche in a rocky wall a sharp distance from the cabin. Lem was nearing it when Sergeant Preston caught sight of him. Realizing he couldn't catch him, the mountain sent King ahead. On, King. Stop him, boy. On, King. The great dog streaked over the soft ground, but just as he reached Lem, there was a roar from the rocks as the big bear charged out. But King, sprang at the same instant, his fangs tearing at the bear's shoulder. For an instant, the bear's charge was stopped. Then, with a mighty swing, he threw King's body from him. But it was then that Sergeant Preston's gun spoke. And the big, brown body sprawled headlong beside Lem. Lem. Lem, you all right? Yes, I guess so, but... But Rudy... I had to kill him, Lem, if I hadn't he'd have killed you. Oh, I can't believe it. I can't believe Rudy'd do it. He was my friend. He was wounded. He didn't know what he was doing. I must have scared him. I can't believe it. Back to the cabin, Lem. Don't look at him. I'll take care of him later. I just can't believe he'd do it. As Lem and Sergeant Preston near the door of the cabin, they saw Maggie enter the clearing from the trail. That was Maggie, Lem. I'd better warn her about what's happened before she gets to the cabin. Yeah, we'd better. She's home earlier than she expected to be. Hello, Maggie. Well, Sergeant Preston, you back again? Yes, Maggie. You see, we... Wait. Lem, look. What's that? Well, you silly galoo. What do you think it is? It's Rudy. But it can be. He was... He was shot in the cabin. But that pesky vomit must have figured out how to get the door open. That's why I'm home early. He ruined my whole day. He followed me to the Jackson's and scared poor Mrs. Jackson out of a year's growth when he poked his head through her open window. He's alive! Then he got into her storeroom and stole her molasses. Got it all over himself and everything else. He's all sticky with it. I've never been so mortified in order. What's wrong with you two? You're jaws are hanging open, your eyes are popping. We... We just shot a bear. It had been in your cabin. A bear in our cabin? Well, that ain't impossible. There's lots of them around here. I suppose when Rudy left the door open, a wild one went in foraging for food. Oh, Rudy, I knew you wouldn't do it. You never hurt me. What? Stop hugging that bear. You'll get all full of sticky molasses. Rudy, I knew you wouldn't do it. What's he talking about, Sergeant? Well, it's a long story, Maggie, but Lem thought the other bear was Rudy. What? I like King and the Sergeant. The bear charged me, but King stopped him long enough for the Sergeant to shoot. Well, of all things, Lem Bailey, you'd better get yourself some glasses. That's a good idea, Lem. You want to be sure after this that you get the right bear when you're going to be chummy with him. Now, Maggie, you'd better go for a little walk with Lem. A few things to take care of in your cabin. What? What's all about? Lem will explain it to you, Maggie. Blunking. Yes, King, old boy. Thanks to your quick action, this case is closed. In just a moment, I'll give you a preview of Monday's program. 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Listen Monday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the adventure of the white water. At least, King and I knew what we were facing when we started down the 30-mile river, after Link Tanner and Baldi Macklin. A narrow green channel between the bands of water that boiled white over the shores and great black rocks that rose above the deep water. But we didn't realize that we'd have to dive into the maelstrom and trying to save the lives of two innocent people. It was a thrilling experience. Be sure to hear this exciting story Monday. Till then, this is J. Michael wishing you good bye, good luck and good health from Quakerpuff Wheat and Quakerpuff Rice. So long.