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Yeah, go ahead Lou, give us the fact. Ever since we first staked our claims up here on Malamute Creek, we've all been depended on one man. No need to tell you who I'm talking about, you all know his name. When you need grub, what do you buy it? At three times the price you'd pay for it in Dawson. And when you want your gold taken to the bank in Dawson, who ships it there for you? The Colpax Express Company, for the slight charge of 10%. It's highway robbery, that's what it is. Well from now on, all that's going to be changed. I'll come Lou, what do you got in mind? Starting tomorrow, a new express outfit is going into business. The Malamute Express, run by yours too. You'll need teams and drivers to run that kind of service, right? I already got them. I hired them when I was down in Dawson. Huskies, plate sleds and four experienced drivers. Telling us your rates. I'll create a new surprise for you at a dollar a pound. Express charge will be two bits a piece. How about gold shipments? I'll carry your gold for two percent. A combination general store and café, which also serve as the headquarters of the Colpax Express Company. He was seated in his office when a man called Jig entered with an excited look on his face. Hey Colpax, I just came back from that miners meeting that Lou Burnett called out on the creek. What do you have to say? He told me he was starting up a new express service to compete with your office. He did. I figured that's what he was up to. He's often afraid in supplies at a dollar a pound, and he says he'll ship that gold at two percent. So he thinks he's going to run the other business. You'll do it too, boss, unless you cut your rates. You can't fight competition like that. I reckon that's what Burnett figures too, but maybe he's in for a little surprise. What do you mean? If he aims to ship gold for the miners around here, they'll expect him to insure the shipments. So? Well, I happen to know he has much capital behind him. So if anything was to happen to those shipments, he might have a tough time making good on the laws. Yeah, I see what you mean. You got something in mind? Sure, I've got something in mind. You didn't think I was going to stand by and let him catch me flat footed, did you? I reckon you're too smart for that, Colpax. Yeah, you reckon right. You never had old abandoned cabins about 10 miles north of here. Yeah, sure I do. Well, I've got two boys hiding out there waiting for orders from him. And who are they? Speed Whalley and Red Hoffman. I didn't want them showing their faces around here just to be on the safe side. Good idea. Wednesday for his shipment leaving. But I'd send not two drivers at noon tomorrow. No, no, no. That means they ought to reach McLeod Pass an hour or two after Darkie. Yeah, I reckon so. All right, now here's what you'd do. The first thing tomorrow morning, go on up to the cabin and pass the word to Speed Redden. Tell him to cut across country and intercept the shipment at the pass. I got you. Tell him to gun the drabys and swipe the gold. We'll make a split later on. All right, boss. I reckon you must be Red Hoffman. Yeah, who are you? My name's Jig, Colpax family. Oh yeah, come on in. Yeah, sure. Yeah, this here's my partner, Speed Whalley. Hi, Speed. Howdy. Pull up a chair. Thanks. Now, what's the good work? Two express drivers will be leaving Malamute Creek at noon today. They'll be carrying gold to the bank in Dawson. Colpax wants you two guys to cut across country and lay form at McLeod Pass. You got to reach there sometime after Darkie. Oh, then what? Gun the drivers and take the gold. How much will they be carrying? I don't know, but it ought to be quite a bit. A lot of miners will be shipping out their dust. It sounds like a good deal, huh, Speed? Fair enough. Bring the gold back here and then lie low till you hear from Colpax again. He says he'll make the split with you later on. Hey, who's that? It's me. Now, take a look out the window. Hey, it's a molly. A molly. Holy smoke. What's the matter? I know that red coat. His name's Sarge and Preston. If you're shared on, maybe you won't come inside. I'm Sarge and Preston. No trust mother, please. Howdy, Sarge. Don't think I know you, do I? Her name's Hoffman. Red Hoffman. Mind if I come inside for a few minutes? No, why should I? Thanks. Sargeant. Well, well, for the little jig. What are you doing here? Yeah, nothing in particular. I was out hunting. Just happened to drop in, that's all. Where's your partner, Red? I'm Speed Wally. Glad to know you. You two just move in here? Yeah, we figured I'd do a little prospecting up this way. I see. Where are you heading, Sarge? Dawson City eventually. Just coming back from patrol. Saw the smoke coming out of your cabin, thought I'd stop in and get acquainted. Well, that's mighty friendly of you. Hey, sit down, I'll make you a cup of coffee. All right, don't mind if I do. A short time later, Sargeant and Preston left the cabin and headed southward. Early that afternoon, he arrived at the cabin of Constable Tom Frazier on Malamute Creek. Okay. How are you, Husky? Hello, boy, to see how Tom's getting along. Come in, come in. It's good to see you. You too, King old boy. Yeah, take off your pocket, Sargeant. Sit down. Thanks, Tom. Where'd you come from, Dawson? No, I've been on patrol in the Peel River District. How's everything going? Oh, fairly quiet. Miners getting a few fights now and then. That's about all. Oh, by the way, two minutes moved into that old cabin about 10 miles north of here. You know anything about them? No. In fact, I didn't even know the cabin was occupied. Who are they? My name's a Red Hoffman and Speed Wiley. Pretty rough-looking customers. But I think I have seen them back in Dawson's city. Did they say what they were doing? I claim they're prospecting. Prospecting. There's no gold up that way. I know. That's what made me wonder. When I stopped off at their cabin, Jake was there. Jake? Oh, well, you mean the fellow who works Rhino Colfax? That's right. So it was out hunting and just happened to drop in, but it didn't sound very convincing. It seemed rather nervous for some reason only. He's a sneaky sort, all right. I never did trust him or his boss, either. He hasn't been up to anything lately, has he? No, not that I know of. What about Colfax? Looks like he may be going out of business one of these days. Huh? Oh, so? The miners got fed up with the prices he was charging. So now Lou Burnett has set it up a new express service in competition with Colfax. He's going to freight in supplies and ship gold at reasonable rates. I'm glad to hear it. It's a lot of time someone put Colfax out of business. That's the way I feel, Sergeant. And the way the miners are backing up Burnett, it may not take long to do it, either. Colfax has had his wages about a long... Meanwhile, Speed Wiley and Red Hoffman had hit the trail and headed southwest. Soon after, Sergeant Preston had left their cabin. Darkness was falling by the time they reached Muckluck Pass. After hiding their teams in a thick grove of pine trees, they took up positions overlooking the pass. About an hour later, they sighted the two express drivers approaching along the moonlit trail from Malamute Creek. Hey, here they come now, Speed. Yeah, the two gun ready. I'll take the one in the lead, you take the other. Okay, I'm right. The crooks waited tensely until the two drivers came within range of their guns. And then Speed said... Right, I'm having that gun. Come on, we've got to stop the teams. Maybe we ought to go back and finish them off. That'll right them. Just grab the goal and let's clear out of here. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Hey kids, we're waiting for you out at the ballpark these days. Everybody has fun. Cheering the players is a sock home run, slide in the base, whip through double play. Get in on the fun, the excitement, the hot dodge and cracker jack. Come out to the ball game as guest of your favorite team. You can now see major or minor league baseball games free. If you are 12 years or younger, and bring a paying adult like mom or dad. Here's all you do to get your free ticket. Get a package number 5, Chicago 77, Illinois. Don't miss the big games. Send now. On the morning after the holdup, Sergeant Preston left Malamute Creek and resumed his journey back to Dawson. As he approached Muckluck Pass, he saw a driver with sled standing on the trail. With his team across, he's wrangling, snapping at each other. Looks like a body's been dragged over there among those trees somewhere. A few moments later, the sergeant discovered the two express drivers. They were lying unconscious in a sheltered spot against the wall of the cliff. One of them was too badly wounded to regain consciousness. But the other revived after the sergeant applied first aid and gave him a little brandy. Oh, my shoulder. Easy now. But it just lies still until you get your bearings. You're a molly. That's right. I'm Sergeant Preston. An express driver from Malamute Creek. Little Burnett's outfit. Yeah. But about the other driver. Still alive and badly wounded, though. Oh, yeah. There was a shot from Malamute last night. Did you get a look at the gunman? No, the shots locked us out. Came to Poland naturally, hoping to get them inside. Easy does it now. The small group of miners had swelled to an excited mob by the time Lou Burnett arrived at the gospel cell. Who, your express driver, got pushed back last night? Yeah, I know, I know. Let me through, please. I want to talk to Sergeant Preston. Sorry, but you'll all have to clear off for the fine man. Now, wait a minute, Constable. I got to get him to see the Sergeant. I want to find out what happened. All right. He was shot in the chest. Other got it in the shoulder. He revived for a while, but lost consciousness again while I was bringing him here. Anything I can do to help? Not for the moment, Lou. Oh, well, you can start some more water heating on the stove if you want to. Sure thing, Sergeant. It was nearly an hour before the Sergeant finished extracting the bullets and bandaging the wounds. When he was through, he washed his hands and rolled down his shirt sleeves. What do you think, Sergeant? All right. I think the bullets recover, Lou. It will be a long time before they're in shape to do any more driving for him. Oh, I'd sure like to get my hands on the sneak and coyotes to shot them. I have a hunched cold faxes in back of this. How much gold were they carrying? Over 20, $20,000 or so. But you guarantee safe shipment to the miners? Sure, I had to. You won't have to pay off the full amount. Do you have that much money? No, but I can raise it. I have $5,000 in the bank and my claim ought to sell for around $15,000. In other words, this loss will wipe you out. Yep. That's about the size of it. Well, don't lose heart, Lou. You may be able to find a hold of men and recover the gold. I sure hope so, Sergeant. You think King can pick up their drill? He's the best tracker in the town, right? How about it, Tom? Your team hitched up yet? All set, Sergeant. I hitched them up while you were working in the drivers. All right. Get to the program. Let's go. All right. Well, let me go with you, Sergeant. Well, I know you stay here and take care of these wounded men when we get back. They're going to live? I hope so. Well, it's been extracted. They're resting quietly. What I want to know is, how about that gold we're stolen? Our gold refunded to us, Lou, like he claims to be worth it. Of course I am. You don't think I'd go back on my promise to be it? No, I ain't saying that. After all, those drivers were carrying a heavy shipment. Like Colfack said yesterday, maybe it's easier to kill you down savvy. A dog oppressed them as a tracker. According to the press, he'll be able to pick up their set and follow them. Holy smoke under the throat of that. It's bleeding red better clear out of that Captain Carter. I'll go out and warn him. Yeah, and I'll go with you. Yes, to make sure they kick through with our split of the gold. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Kids, wouldn't you give anything to be right there at that exciting moment? Well, come out to the ballpark as guests of your favorite team. You can see major or minor league baseball games free if you're 12 years or younger. Just bring mom or dad a paying adult to get your free ticket. Here's all you do. Get a package of Quaker Puff Wheat or Quaker Puff Rice or Muffet Shredded Wheat. Tear off the box top and send with your name and address to baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. Details are on every ticket. Get the whole family to go. You will all have fun at the ballpark. For your free ticket, send the box top from Quaker Puff Wheat or Rice or Muffet Shredded Wheat. Send the guarantee seal from Quaker Packo 10 and you'll get two free tickets. Send to baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. Send now. The moon had risen and the northern lights flashing overhead made the sky brighter as coal packs of jig hitched up their teams and headed north toward the cabin hideout. About three hours later, they reached their destination. They've got a light burning inside the cabin. Yeah, it's gonna wake. The huge ants are gonna have to wash out of here. Now, what's up? The body found it too express driving. Why? He brought him in this evening. Who was it? That red coat against noob around here. That's right, Sergeant Preston. He's going back to the past to pick up your trail and his dog will be able to pull your scent. Holy mackerel, we gotta get out of here speed. But first, there's a little matter splitting up the gold. Where is it? Over there, Nicole. Looks like quite a haul. How much has it killed here? Around 20 grand. You can fork over half. We can, but we're not going. Don't give me that speed. That's the split we agreed on 50-50. We've changed our minds. Meaning what? Meaning we don't like the idea of us taking all the risk and you share in half the profit. So you'll take five grand and be satisfied. And if you don't like it... Keep your hands right where they are, Speed. I figured you, Jets, might try to welch him a deal, so I brought along this little persuader. Are you a rat? A speed of red glared with baffled rage at the revolver, which Colfax had jerked out of his pocket. The door was suddenly kicked open. Shut up, Delight! Whirling in the darkness, Colfax took aim at Sergeant Preston, who was silhouetted in the doorway with a constable behind him, but he had already sensed his intention. Before he could fire, the great dog sprang. He went up to the floor, knowing that Speed 2 was armed and would go for his gun. Hit the floor, dog! The constable recovered and led him with a hard breath to the jaw. The victim was grappling on the floor with red. Grading glows at short range. The crook bought some toy reaching for that gun, unless you want trouble with King. Going out to the sled and got a landed Tom, when I keep these crooks covered. Dye sighted. A moment later, Tom returned with the lantern, and then Jig and Red were handcuffed. The other two crooks were unconscious. As the sergeant attended to Speed's wound, Colfax smiled with disgust. I still don't see how you got here so fast. We didn't go to my clock pass. I suspected that Speed and Red were to hold up men, and I also suspected that Speed and Red were to hold up men, and I also suspected that you'd try to warn them. So the constable and I simply hid on the north trail and followed you after you went by. I'm full of rotten luck. For you, maybe. 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