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As the sergeant drove his canoe through the still waters of Kiribu Lake, a sudden flash of light from Bird's Landing caught his attention. Let's tell me Bird's signaling to us with a mirror, King. We'll see how well he learned his lesson while he's selling us. We've been challenged. Another series of flashes came from the Indian village on the far side of the lake. And there's good luck, King. What's he saying? Oh, another challenge. Then the fold. Well, I'd better put the suddenly blinded rest. The sergeant took his gold whistle from the pocket and spelled out an answer. WMP, that's what I'd identify as. If I could hear the whistle, it's still a good... Oh, yes, we heard it all right here. Oh, yes, we heard it all right here. Oh, he says, welcome, King. Oh, that's cool, I'd say. Welcome, too. And the fold's very good. During the next 15 minutes, as the sergeant continued paddling toward the landing, the traitor's son and the Indian boy continued to flash messages at him. When the dock was finally reached, Tommy was waiting eagerly. All right. Both you and Co-Lock were perfect. We've been practicing every day, ever since you taught us the code last spring, and how to use the mirror. Every day there was any suddenness. Didn't I make a single mistake? Only one. What? Well, one of your messages was, uh, beware of bears. Oh, I know there wasn't much sense to that one, but it's a good idea anyway. I agree, Tommy. Still, the where is spelled a... B-E-W-A-R-E, not E-A-R. Is that all it was on, Sergeant? Just filling? That's all. Oh, good. Co-Lock and I have been hoping you'd pay us a visit, too. So, will you kill me? I'll pass you... Can you send another message? E-N-R-U-G-O-I-N. You better tell Co-Lock that you was spelled Y-O-U. Oh, he knows that. He's just saving time. Going to visit us. Let me have your mirror, I'll answer him. And if you look up, Sergeant, that sounds keen. He must have been a mile away and I heard you playing as anything. Go on, use it. All right. Oh. That's fine. As you go over to Indian Village, will you come back and think for a few days? After that, I left Blackie at Portage City. I'll have to get back there and start for Boston. Well, anyway, you know, that's wonderful. It was during a mid-summer patrol that Sergeant Preston made that stop at the trading post in the Indian Village. And it was mid-winter before he hit Carable Lake again. This time, it was going hard and the team was glad to reach the well-packed main street of Portage City. Both the Sergeant and the dogs were looking forward to food and sleep. A large crowd in front of the Power's Cafe warned the sergeants of a troubling time. OK. Hey, what do you mean to me? Give the dog your hand. All right, old Mac. Sergeant Preston. You sure are weird. It's your name. What's the matter? That's Sally Smooy. He's taken in here about 15 minutes to go into that. Oh. Oh. Shot in the chest and beat up. I said, conduct Monday and cleared everybody out of the place. We have more to cut in the back room now. Here we are. Just a second. Yeah. Who shot him? I don't know. He passed out before he could tell us anything. Come on. I brought Sergeant Preston, dog. All right. Hello, Sergeant. Hello, dog. I'll have to go for the bullet. There's an outside chance it might come through while I'm doing it. I don't want him to move. Extended his feet, Mac. Right. His arms. All right, dog. Now, then. Badly, he's creeping around the head. Yes. There's no fracture. Possible compression. That was quick. What are his chances? That's hard to say. This wound won't get him. He lost a lot of blood. Yes, and he's shocked to consider. Lift him up gently, Sergeant, while I bandage him. So? That's fine. He didn't say anything, Mac, but he didn't have a chance. The door opened and he stumbled in and fell down on the floor out like a lightning. All right, Sergeant. Poor Simon. Looks like his lucky strike won't do him much good. And after all the years he's been prospecting. What lucky strike, Mac? The South Creek. Close to here, around the curve of the lake. Oh, I know it. You lived on this claim? Yeah, yeah. He built himself a cabin last fall. It wasn't in town this evening. No. He must have come all the way from this cabin after he was shot. I've never got out there. Did you want me to show you the way? After a while, Mac. There was only chance of us telling us what happened. Not until tomorrow at the earliest. We'd better see what we can find at the cabin. Oh, I'll take that slug, Doc. Yeah, here. 38. Oh, come on, Mac, Mac. Some were getting worse. The sergeant drove across the corner of the lake to the opening of South Creek. It was a simple matter of finding Silas Moore's cabin. A ramp was burning inside it. The front door was wide open. Okay. Well, like this side was a thing much about lamps and doors when he left here. Now, what are you doing? You haven't seen the team? Only came. I'm trying to think about the techniques of the head. Come on, boy. The two men and the dogs entered the cabin. The lamp was on a shelf. One of the chairs was broken. Another chair, the table, and the cot were overturned. In a far corner, two of the floorboards had been torn up. It looks like Silas put up a good fight. Barbaric. Yeah. So you're in the habit of keeping much gold here? And I can't say as to that. He sure didn't put much stock in banks. So he kept his gold hidden under the floor. And where's your bin? Someone came here and forced him to turn over the gold wire. Right, beating him up. And put a bullet through the old man before they left. See? Here you are, there he is. Jack's all covered up. It's outside. There's no telling in this thing. I want to know. Yeah? That wasn't a very hot nail, was it? No. What looks? You just print on the floor here. Yeah, a hot nail. There's another print from the ashes inside the stone. There's somebody wearing mutlix made that. And it was inside. The fence too large. Yes, you're right. Two men. At least. I think we got a sense from these prints. He might be able to pick it up outside. Let's see. Hey, boy. What? King understood the command. Snip the footprint in the ashes and then start it for the door. What's up, Jack? King, I want to look around here a little more. Quite a few supplies on the shelf. Quite a few supplies on the shelf. They don't seem to have been touched. Ah. It's hard to tell the team in a sled, Mike. I don't know. They didn't. Any suspicious characters around town lately? Suspicious? Well, I wouldn't say. Any strangers? Yeah. A couple of prospectors passed over there before yesterday. Asking questions. Well, if there had been any strikes around here. And they were told about Sabbath? Yeah. But we told them all of South Cricketman Prospect. And so I had the only pay dirt. They headed out of town for the east. They could have circled the town and come back here. There's no shoes. We're traveling life. Well, let's let a team in here. That helps. King, I think you'll be able to track them, boy. You miss storm? We'll see. All right, King. Follow the trails. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. You should have been at the ball game today. I saw three home runs. And guess what? I got one of the home run balls. Fellows and girls, why don't you get a free baseball ticket? It's easy. Come out to the ball game as guest of a major or minor league team. Your free ticket is waiting for you right now. Inside packages of Quaker Pop Wheat, Quaker Pop Rice, Muppet Shredded Wheat, and Quaker Packleton, which has two free baseball tickets. Yes, if you are 12 years or younger, just bring mom or dad or another paying adult and see wonderful major or minor league baseball games free. Names of teams and dates are on every ticket. Get as many free tickets as you want. No mailing, no waiting. When mom buys breakfast cereal, just be sure she gets the kind with a free baseball ticket inside. That's Quaker Pop Wheat and Rice and Muppet Shredded Wheat. You get two free baseball tickets inside Quaker Packleton. So don't miss out another day. See the star players wallop those home runs. The following morning as Ben Bird finished putting breakfast on the table in the kitchen of the trading post, it was still snowing. It could hardly be called daylight. Young Tommy was out in the forest checking on his trap lines and then walked through the store to the front door to call him. As soon as he opened the door, however, he saw two men plowing through the snow toward the post. There was something about their faces that made Ben's trust him immediately. But they were travelers. The weather was bitter and the customary hospitality of the Yukon was not to be denied. Hello there. Hello. Welcome to Bird Landing. That's what you call this place? Yes, I'm Ben Bird. Take off your snowshoes and come in. That's what we expect you to do. Leave your snowshoes here. Bring them in with you. You got any food or anything hot? Yes. Well, Russell, what's the idea of a gun? That's to make you pay attention to what I say. Russell, some grubs. Sit down. There's bacon and beans on the table. I'll pour some tea for you. All right. Hurry up with the tea. Ben, did you come all the way from Portage City last night? What's it to you? Must have been hard traveling through the storm. He says it must have been hard traveling through the storm. Yes. Maybe he's feeling sorry for you. Sure. Sure, that's it. Through the forest, straight north, across the border into Alaska. That's so? He told you, didn't he? But it will be so bad from now on. We'll be traveling with dogs sledding the team. There isn't much of a trail through the forest. It's hard to follow. Well, he's still worried about his roof. But he don't wonder where we're going to get the team in the sled. He's got that all figured out. Sure. I have only six dogs. Oh, don't apologize. I can't let you have my... Maybe I'll just shoot them right now and save a lot of talk. Yeah. No, no. Take the dogs. And supplies burns. Plenty of supplies. Whatever you need. It's better. Hey, those are your dogs, parking? No, too far away. Oh, there's dogs now, right out in the back. Could be a trap or coming to trade. We'll go see. Go on. The man walked in front of the two men. The one with a gun prodded him toward the window. Never mind opening the door. You can see enough through the window. Well, he was driving the sled. You know him? He's a trap. Now listen, we'll go out in the kitchen. But we'll leave the door open. Just enough to keep you covered. Get rid of this guy fast and don't try to warn him about us. If you do, I won't. Leave it to me. He'll be careful. Come on, gang. Right? The sergeant stopped the team. King would have been working as a loose lead. He ran to the door of the trading post. The great dog knew the men they had been following were inside. The sergeant opened his partner and made sure his gun was ready for action. Then he followed King up the steps. Hello, Ben. Oh, Ben. That unusual greeting was enough to put the sergeant on his guard. Ben was standing in front of the door that led to the kitchen. King tried to circle him and get to the door, but Ben called his wife. Oh, boy. All right. Bring many pelts in today, Bill. No. Oh, you just came in for supplies, then. That's the idea. Well, what does it be? Some tea and bacon. Oh, plenty of that around. Why don't you just help yourself? Sure. The sergeant circled the counter. He sized up the situation. There were two sets of snowshoes leaning against the wall by the door. A puddle of melted snow beneath them. The door to the kitchen was open a little. Though he could see nothing, King had practically told them the men they wanted were out there. No doubt they had Ben covered. There was nothing to do but take Ben's lead, pretend to be a trapper, leave, and then return to the post after leaving his team in the forest. He buttoned his pocket, covering his uniform completely, picked up a flower sack from behind the counter, and filled it. Two slabs of bacon, five pounds of tea, and a couple of cans of tomatoes. That's enough for now. I'll be back soon. You're always welcome, sir. Ben. Sergeant, well, sure, Ben. Come on, King. Oh! Sergeant walked to the front door and opened it. At that moment, however, the kitchen door also opened. Ben was knocked aside and the shop rang out. Oh! Oh! Oh! The bullet caught the sergeant's leg, and as he fell, his head hit the door jam. He sprawled on the threshold, unconscious. Oh! Get away from me! King pleaded with the black-bearded man who had fired the shot and knocked him to the ground. He lunged through his gum hand, but the other man was in the room now. He picked up a poker from beside the stove and brought it down on King's head. It was a glancing blow, but it knocked him out. What have you done? I should have put one over on it, didn't I? All right, Guy. Almost got away with it. All right. Open a big guy's pocket. Yeah. Yeah. You were right. Beautiful. I was sure. It's Preston. You killed a money. Your local. I hit him in the leg. He knocked himself out when he fell. He won't be following anybody for a long time. Suddenly, Ben turned and made a break for the kitchen. The man took after him and caught up as he reached the door. Adam! The gun fell, crashed down on Ben's head. Oh! Thanks, Chairman. Now we better get out of here fast. Here's the money, Chief. No, the trader's dogs are fresh. I'll get them hunted. I'll get the flies loaded. All right. Are you sure about the route? Across the lake to the Indian Village. The train into the forest starts there. Gonna have plenty of bacon and flour. 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The more packages of these delicious Quaker cereals you get, the more free baseball tickets you get. He had completed the round of his trap lines when he heard the shots. He hurried back to the trading post and reached it just as the two outlaws were disappearing in the swirling snow that swept across the lake. Inside the store, the boy found the sergeant struggling to ride. Dad, what happened? Two crooks, killers, they shot me into a father. I saw him. Which way were they going? Across the lake. Towards the village? Yes. Then north through the forest, over the border. You'd only get a message through the Indians. There's no thunder, I can signal coolers. The wind's blowing in that direction? Yes. You're likely to hear my whistle. Tell him a message, tell him what's happened. Cool like telling his father, those men must be stuck. Here, here's the whistle. But, Dad, excuse me. I don't think so, I know what I can for you son. You get down to the shore of the lake and start sending that message. What's this? The whistle, he's calling for help. One of us. I thought he would jump for us. He won't be following us anyway. Marshal! Get the Indians out of the whistle. Get over there to find out what's the matter. Well, one of us. We might run into him any minute now. Not a chance. I'm stirring clear of the village. Look, we're coming to the shore. See the trees? But the trail... I'll find it. Our only landmark was the village. Stay over there. This is the end of the lake. If we had due east through the trees, we'd finally hit the trail. Oh! Oh! What are you stopping? Help me get the sled up the bank. No more riding for you. You put on your slow shoes and break a trail for the dog. All right. Ah, come on, here. There it is. Marshal! Hurry up! All right. Even with one of the men breaking the trail, the dogs sounded difficult to pull the sled through the system of snow in the forest. The man who was driving lashed them unmercably. Lashed you! What? The dogs pulled ironically, trying to escape the trail by to the whip. And at last, the trail was reached. We did it! Ah! Ah! Do I still have to break the trail? No, there's only about six inches of fresh snow. It's packed hard in the east. Try more board. Yeah. Looks like a good trail. We should stop soon, though. Marshal! What is that? A shot. Pull. Pull you, my pull. Keep him up ahead of us. Who's who, gonna be? Maybe an Indian. Ready with your guns. I can't see anything. I came from behind. Keep down. Watch for a gun flash and fire when you see it. I can't see anything. They're all around us. Fire at the sounds. The two outlaws never had a target. Yet it seems that the trees and the falling snow which hid their attackers so successfully could give them no protection. They left the trail to cover in the forest. It didn't help. Every few seconds, a bullet would kick up the snow dangerously close. Jake began to fire while... Cut that out. How can they see where we can? They can't see. You're telling them just where we are. Hold your fire until they shoot. They got us around it. We haven't got a chance. Let's try to get back to the sled. Let's make a break for it. Oh, keep down. Now we've got to get out of here. Come on. Ow. I don't know. I'm lit. Don't shoot anymore. Don't stand up. Stay down. Stay down. It's our only chance. We'll die. You'll die anyway if you're caught. No. Get down. Die anyway. I don't shoot anymore. You got him. I got my hands up. Don't shoot. Back at the trading post in spite of his wound, the sergeant had cared for both Ben and King. It took a great deal out of him. But when Tommy had finished sending his message and returned to the store, he bandaged the sergeant's wound. Then he rallied a little and was able to drink some hot tea the boy made for him. It's good, Tommy. Thanks. I'm dying. I'm dying. They're hurt badly, but they won't die. Look, King's trying to raise his head now. I'm dying. Don't let him get up, Tommy. That's easy, boy. It's good. I'm dying. His eyes are so sad. Nothing to be sorry about, King. You did your part, fellow. You followed the trail. You showed me where they were. I had to think of Ben, though. That's right, Sergeant. Tommy, it was all my fault. Thanks, Evans. You're still alive, Sergeant. We're fine, Ben. What's the name of King? Dogs. I heard them, too. Could they be coming back? Go see Tommy. All right. What's the dog sign for mom? What do you see? A dog king. A dog king. What? Then they are coming back. They must have received your message, Tommy. What message? I used the Sergeant's whistle. I sent a code message to Kulak. The Indians were waiting for those cooks when they got across the lake. They're now the catchers. They're catchers, they look. Good. Good work, Tommy. All what I did wasn't easy. But if you hadn't caught me and Kulak the code, if your whistle hadn't been loud enough to carry all the way across it. Look at the dog. See the beauty? It's the most beautiful whistle I've ever seen in my life. I agree, Ben. And Hanson lives as Hanson does. Well, I'd like the whistle if this case is closed. We'll return in just a moment with a word about our next exciting adventure. Weekends are wonderful when you stay tuned to Mutual. Gay entertainment to suit every member of your family puts bright sparkle into your days of fun and relaxation. For anyone who likes quiz games, and that includes just about everyone, there's the kind you like where you can sit back and see how close the contestants come to the answer. There's music too, of course, on Mutual's weekend schedule. Lowbrow or highbrow, you can take your choice. 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Dave is still there searching for something, and Milo is lying on the floor with Dave's knife in him. Come on, King. Hard to believe Dave's a killer, but if so, it's our job to capture him. Did Dave Wyatt really murder old Milo Perth? If not, it'll be up to the sergeant to clear Dave and find the true solution of the mystery. But in doing so, he may find himself facing the guns of the real killers. Don't miss this next exciting adventure. These sergeant Preston of the Yukon Adventures are brought to you every Monday through Friday at this time by the Quaker Works Company, makers of Quaker Pop Week and Quaker Pop Right, the delicious cereal shot from guns. By special recording in cooperation with the Mutual Broadcasting System. They are a copyrighted feature of Sergeant Preston of the Yukon Incorporated, created by George W. Trenble, produced by Trenble Campbell Mule Incorporated and directed by Fred Flowerday. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. 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