 Now, as howling winds echo across the snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, the Quaker Oaks Company, makers of Quaker Pop Wheat, and Quaker Pop Rice, the delicious cereal shot from guns, in cooperation with the mutual broadcasting system, present by special recording, Targent of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swift as the strongest lead dog of the northwest, breaking his trail for Sergeant Tristan of the northwest mounted police, in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On your knees! Gold, gold, discovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the crondike in the wild race for riches, back to the days of the Gold Rush, and the adventures of Sergeant Tristan and his Wounded Dog, Yukon King, as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. Our adventure will begin in just a moment. With summer here, pleasure driving time has arrived. There are more daylight hours, nice weather, and the fine outlook of the summer countryside. If you are on the highways or the road anywhere these summer days, be especially careful. There will be the inevitable traffic tie-ups and delays, the reckless drivers, the slow drivers, and the innumerable other incidents that can make warm weather driving so unpleasant and hazardous. Don't let your good spirits bubble over into unsafe speeds. When you're driving at high speeds, you can't stop as fast, can't control steering as well, and your eyes can't detect as clearly fast-moving hazards that seem to whizz past your car. So drive slower. You may arrive at your destination a little later, but your chances of getting there are better. When you're driving in the country, take it easy and enjoy your ride. Drive carefully and make this your best summer ever. This message has dropped you as a public service. Yes, he and Sergeant Tristan hurried down Northern Avenue toward Forth Street. I had supper to mention, Sergeant. I was on my way home. I just turned off Northern on the Forth Street when I heard the shot. Harvey's was the only cabin that showed a light and the shot sounded like it might have come from there. So I ran down the block. When I got to the cabin, I looked in the window. Harvey was fall down on the floor. There was a gun near his right hand and there was a red stain on his shirt. It was getting bigger every second. It was right over his heart. I tried the front door. It was locked. I ran around in fact. The kitchen door was open. You mean open or unlocked? Unlocked. I went in through the kitchen to the front room. Looked to me as if Harvey were dead. Did you touch him? Oh, no, sir. How'd he said the best thing for me to do was to get the dock and you? That's what I did. How'd you leave the cabin? By the front door. He was in the lock. See anyone around? No, Sergeant. The street was deserted. Wait, you're not suggesting it could be anything but suicide, are you? Only trying to get to Frank's. No, this is Forth. Or to the left. The only cabin showing a light. Come on. The doctor was still kneeling beside the body when the sergeant and Bill entered the cabin. Well done. The bullet was fired at close range. It must have gone straight to his heart. I'd say he died instantly. Houston, there's guns. You happen to know if it's Harvey's? Well, he had a gun. I never noticed what it make it was. I don't know much about guns. Hold 38. One bullet's fired. Poor Harvey. It's an awful thing to do, but I don't suppose you can blame him much. Nobody would say that. Well, it's bad luck. Haven't you heard? No, I never knew the man. I'm talking about Jake Hillary's strike. You must have heard about that. Jake was sledding the news all over town this afternoon. He and his partner hit a big vein of pure gold on their claim. And their claim is right next to the one Harvey used on. Used to own? Until a week ago, Sergeant. He sold it, sir. Not even that. He lost it. He ran out of cash in a poker game and he put up the claim against a thousand dollars. He lost. All right. If he still owned it, he could get a hundred thousand for it. Without turning the shovel full of gravel. And that's a fact, Sergeant. I heard this guy from New York offered Ben Chalmers that much at six o'clock this evening. He's in the mansion, hard slotting. You can ask anybody who was there. Ben Chalmers, I take it. The man who won the claim. Yeah. Is he going to sell? Are you considering? What do you think, Sergeant? Complete the motive and open and shut case of suicide. And that was how the case was listed at headquarters. A probable suicide with the final verdict waiting for the coroner's inquest. The sergeant, always thorough, interviewed Ben Chalmers at the mansion house before writing even a preliminary report. He was shown the deed to 23 Bonanza. And Chalmers confirmed the details of the poker game in which Harvey Shannon had lost the claim. It's a terrible thing, Sergeant. All right. I'd like to take care of the funeral expenses. Bill Houston will be making the arrangement. I suggest you get in touch with him. I shall, Sergeant. If there's anything else I can do... He'll be called on to testify at the inquest. The loss of the claim is put into the case. Of course. I understand. Sergeant, found King waiting for him outside of headquarters. Oh, boy, where has he been? Having a run in the woods? Oh, it's so stuck in your collar, isn't it? Let's see. My cabin's in the clearing near Christmas Spring. I'm assuming in the woods you were trying to kill me. I need your help. Ned Travers. Ned Travers, King. Oh, I remember he's a trapper. We met him in the woods one day when we were hunting. All right, boy, if he needs our help, he'll get it. The sergeant left word with Downey where he was going and headed out of town into the woods with King. He found the cabin near Crystal Spring without any difficulty. The place was dark and empty. There was a lamp on the table and the sergeant lived it. I knew what you were trying to tell me, King. I'll take a look around. A lot of muddy footprints in here. Right. No sign of a fight, huh? Wait, empty cartridges here by the window. There has been a fight. Where's our friend Travers, though? And why should someone be trying to kill him? Oh, can't be much spent on this note you're dropping, but it may give you the idea, boy. Hey, King. Find him. Find. The trail King was following swung in a wide arc through the forest and back to the outskirts of town. There, King led the way to a cabin and sniffed at the door. He was about to go on when the sergeant stopped him. Wait, King. Someone coming up to speed. I'd like to know who lives here. It was a girl walking toward them. She recognized the sergeant, but there was another surprise in her voice as she greeted him. Sergeant Travers. Yes, you're Mary Lawrence, aren't you? You swing at the music hall. Cat's eye. Is this your cabin? Oh, yes. Is anything wrong? An old man called Ned Travers. Who can see that I do. We're to be married next month. Well, then perhaps you can help me. I'm looking for him. Oh, it's Cabin. I know he's just been there. King followed his trail here. Ned's evidently gone, but you might be able to give us some information that will help us. I'll help you do what? I don't understand. Why are you following Ned? He seems to be in trouble. He stuck this note in King's collar and King bought it to me. There's someone trying to kill him and he needs our help. I love it. Do you know of any enemies he might have? Oh, no, Sergeant. King had been sniffing at the cabin door. Now he started pouring at it. It's a matter of all. Oh, look, Mary. A piece of paper slipped under the door. Oh, let me see. But it's from Ned, but I can't see it very well. Come in and try and I'll let it last. All right. I'm going to cable it. I'll light it. As I was coming back from the spring this evening, someone started shooting at it. I ducked into the cabin without being hit and caught a glimpse of two men near the edge of the current. There were some more students and then tried. Well? Well, I'm tired. Well? Oh, the next is about King showing up in the note to you. Finally, the sky caught it over and got so dark that I decided to make a break for it. Maybe I should go take the headquarters now, but since I don't know who's after me or why, I don't want to show myself in town. I'm borrowing your horse and heading for Aurora City, the old gate hall. Aurora City? Why, that's a ghost town. Oh, I know. Will you get in touch with Sergeant Preston and join me? Maybe he can find out what it's all about. So, I'm there. Well, I don't see how I can find out anything about some help from him. Well, Aurora isn't far, but why there? Why should he go there? Oh, he and the same of his used to own the dance hall. They ran it until the boom collapsed and everyone left the town. I thought Ned was a traffic. He is, but he's been involved in a lot of other businesses during last season. Makes money during the run-in loses a day in the summer. However, he's promised not to get involved in any more of Harvey's crazy stuff. Who did you say? Well, Harvey. Harvey's dad. They were partners in the dance hall. Harvey Shannon. Oh, what's the matter? I wonder if there's any connection between his death and this attempt on Ned's life. Yes, Harvey's dad. Earlier this evening, he was found with a bullet to his heart and seemed to be a suicide. What? Well, why should he commit suicide? Because of a claim he lost at Polka, which has since turned out to be worth a fortune. Oh, I remember. Ned told me that I was leading a claim. Mary, Ned didn't happen to own it in partnership with Harvey, did he? No, Sergeant. Are you sure? I'm positive. Ned was thinking about raising a thousand dollars and borrowing the tone back from Ben Thomas, but I discouraged the idea. Perhaps I shouldn't have... Perhaps you didn't succeed in discouraging him. Oh, I'm sure I did. I'll soon find out. Come on, King. Forget Bucky and head for the ghost town. Aurora was only a few miles up the Yukon. Once it rivaled Dawson to the boom town, but now it was silent and deserted under the waning moon. Sergeant rode slowly up the town to one street toward the dance hall. A faded sign still announced it to be Travis and Shannon Palace. A palace though it may have been a year ago, it was now in an advanced state of disrepair, and dark as a tomb. The sergeant rode past a flight of outside steps which ran up to the second floor. Oh, Bucky. Oh, boy. There he drew rain and dismounted in front of the main entrance. Don't worry, King. I'm keeping my eyes and ears open. The sergeant stopped in front of the door. It might not be healthy to show ourselves in the moon behind us. Now, let's try it this way. Sergeant kicked the door open and sprang to one side of the entrance. A volley of shots blasted the silence of the night. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Hey, kids, wouldn't you like to be in the ballpark and see how a star picture makes the ball curve right over home plate? Golly, everything about a major or minor league game is exciting. Get in on that excitement. Come out to the ball game as guests of a major or minor league team. Walk right through the gate free if you are 12 years or younger and have mom or pop with you or another paying adult relative. It's as easy to get a free baseball ticket as going to the grocery store. Get it right inside packages of Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice and Muffet Shredded Wheat. You get two free tickets inside Quaker Packleton. Names of teams and dates are on every ticket. Golly, why wait? When mom buys breakfast cereal, be sure she gets the kind with a free baseball ticket inside. That's Quaker Pop Wheat or Rice, Muffet Shredded Wheat, or Quaker Packleton. To continue, the sergeant patted King as they stood to one side of the dance hall's open door. No, I'll find out if it was a friend or an enemy shooting at us, King. Hold your fire in the name of the law. The law. Are you Medtas? Yes, sir. I'm Poston. I'm not so sure of that. Well, I'm not going to walk through that door until you are. If you don't recognize my voice, you may recognize my friend. Speak, boy. Satisfied? Yes, sir. Come in. You'll be in a truck down behind the bar. You better shut the door. I was afraid you might be expecting other visitors. I've already had. Huh? Come on around the bar and get down, Suckett. You've already had visitors in this ghost town? Yes. They must have followed me from Dawson. I put my horse in the stables. The re-incense is nailed shut so I came around in front. And just as I got to the top of the random steps, they opened fire. From there, cover the buildings down the street. First, let's try and figure out why they want to kill you. No, I don't even know who they are. Have you had any business dealings with Harvey Shannon lately? What? Harvey? We used to be partners. I said lately. Why, I don't see what that has to do with this. I have everything to do with it. Sergeant, it's a personal matter. You see, I promised Mary that I wouldn't advance Harvey any more money than... I too didn't. Well... Give me a straight answer, then. All right, I... I let him have a thousand dollars. When? What for? Today, just now. We should buy back the claim he lost in a poker game. Did he buy it back? Yes. Were you a witness? Well, yes. I sent the money to Harvey's place this noon. Ben Chum is who's already there. Harvey gave him the money and then gave him back the deed and signed a quit plan. I witnessed it. After Ben left, Harvey and I signed a partnership agreement. I have my copy right here. Harvey agreed to work the claim and we'd share a fifty-fifty and whatever he got out of it. Here. I'll let him match. Oh, uh... Well, this isn't a partnership agreement. This is a quit plan. I must have stuck it in my pocket by mistake. Here's the agreement. No wonder they're trying to kill you. Why? A simple little business fancy. Listen, the claim may have been worth a thousand dollars at noon today, but at six o'clock it was worth a hundred thousand. What? I don't understand. Jake Hillary stuck a vein of pure gold on twenty-two next door to your claim and the vein runs onto your property. What? That's wonderful. I haven't finished. At eight o'clock, Harvey Shannon has found dead, a bullet to his heart. Oh no. I'm sorry, Ned, it's true. The shooting's been listed at the top of both suicides. That couldn't be. I agree, no. What you told me changes the whole complexion of the case. And since the beat to the claim is now in Ben Chum's possession... But Sergeant, if he has it, he must have stolen it. Yes, and shot Harvey Shannon. However, you were a witness to the transaction. I have the quick claim deed he gave to Shannon as proof of it right here. And that made it necessary to get rid of you and get that paper back. It's Ben who's been trying to kill me. Not personally. I was talking with him at the mansion house the same time your captain was being attacked. He's hired some killers. Well, what do we do now? Get back to Dawson. Come on up, Dawson. He's up to a bother. Yeah, I see him running the corner. He's heading for a staircase. Sergeant! He's calling for you. Oh, God, oh, no, no, no, no! Oh, God! As the shot lags out, the man at the head of the staircase cuts his chest... And then fell forward, tumbling over and over all the way down the stairs. Where did that shot come from? One of the rooms also boggling. Don't show yourself yet. Garrett. The man who was shot said Garrett. Judd Garrett probably. Have a hear of him? Sure. One of Ben Chum's friends. A bigger rough naked as he was in Dawson. Okay. And Gary the bottom of the stairs is calling you. Yeah, I don't see anyone. Better stay here if Garrett's on the balcony. Darker down here than it is up there. I'll keep an eye out for him. Oh, that Brent. Another friend of Ben Chum's. No, it's...no, it's not at all. What are you trying to say? No, we heard...we heard you talking in there. There was no sense in going on with it. I wanted to call it quits. Garrett wouldn't let me. Said he'd put a bullet through me if I turned yellow. I made a break for it. I was gonna tell you everything. I wasn't too late for that. Who killed Harvey Shannon? Tell me, 10,000, will Garrett need to get Travis? Travis killed Shannon and stole the deed to number 23 Bonanza. Yeah, but Travis had to die too, or...or... Instead, you were the one to die. I...Garrett went down the outside stairs. I heard someone riding away. What did I... Oh, this man. Matt Brunt, he's dead. I'll take him back to Dawson and arrest the murderers. It was nearly daybreak when Job Garrett reached the mansion and ran up the stairs to Ben Sharma's room. Open it up! Wait a minute! Yes, sir. Tell us, sir. It's finished for us. What? I mean it. We got to get out of here. What are you talking about? I'll tell you. He followed Travis to the Daines Hall in the row. Sergeant Preston showed up there. Right? Listen, we were up in the balcony. They went on the lower floor. You could hear them talking. Preston got the whole job. He knows you killed Harvey Shannon. Well, why didn't you kill him and Travis? 10,000. I'd have given you 50,000. I have to say in the claim anything you want to say they were behind the barn underneath the balcony. Couldn't get a shot at them. Could have waited till they showed themselves. Matt lost his nerve. They wanted to call the whole deal off. Still the beans to the sergeant. I'd have wrecked them. And he died like one, hm? You? Yeah. But that made the odds two to one against me. I wasn't having any. I let out. Well, you can yell at me. But you can call it that if you want to. I wish my neck to come back here and warn you. You want me to leave and give up the claim? You've lost the claim. All you can say is now is your neck. How much money do you have? Sold us cash. Enough. Northern Star is leaving for St. Michael at Daybreak. Less than an hour. The only chance to get out of the country. Oh, 100,000 I was offered. Too bad you couldn't pay. I didn't even have the deed then. Build milk. Stay here to cry about it and you'll have a stretch neck. I'm taking that boat. Okay, I'm with you. I'll be ready in 10 minutes. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Are you kids there? Are you seeing the exciting homers that your home team makes? Will or lose there's nothing like the front of a baseball game. The hot dogs, the popcorn, seeing star players in person. Come out to the ball game now as guests of a major or minor league team. Your free ticket is waiting for you right inside packages of Quaker Pop Wheat, Quaker Pop Rice, Muffet Shredded Wheat, 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 relative and see a wonderful major or minor league baseball game free. Names of teams and dates are on every ticket. Hurry, get a free baseball ticket package of Quaker Pop Wheat or Rice, Muffet Shredded Wheat, or Quaker Packleton. Remember, the more packages of these delicious Quaker cereals you get, the more free baseball tickets you get. Sergeant Preston reached Dawson. His first stop was headquarters, where he left the body of the dead gunman in Constable Downey's charge. Ned Travis would have liked to accompany the sergeants for mansion house. The sergeants vetoed the idea. The moving star was signaling it's the torture when the sergeant opened the door of Ben Chalmers hotel room and found it empty. No one here, King. The sergeant opened the closet door. There was nothing in it, but a torn flannel shirt tossed in one corner. Here's your clue, King, get the scent. Now I'd better find him. King led the way down the back stairs and out of the hotel. And then on to the waterfront. When the sergeant and he reached it, the northern star had already cast off their lines. The gang flag was being drawn in. The paddle wheel was beginning to turn. Come on, King, we'll have to jump, boys. Of course there are not the sergeant on the lower deck. Well, sergeant, you very nearly didn't make it. How far are you going? 40 miles? I'm looking for Ben Chalmers. Is he on board? Yes. He and Judd Garrett booked passage. It's the last one. You want me to take you to the cabin? King was waiting for the sergeant at the bottom of the companion way, leading to the second deck. Oh, never mind, King, we'll find him. Go on, boys. On the second deck, King led the sergeant to a companion way at the stern of the boat that ran up to the third deck. The dog stopped at the foot of it. And we'll be careful. The sergeant climbed halfway up the companion way and waited in silence for several minutes. Then his patience was rewarded. He heard the low voices of two men above him. He's going to watch them to follow the boat? Yes. You know, kind of began to shoot at King. And did we get rid of him? Then we informed the captain that King stayed on path 40 miles into American territory. Once there, we're safe. Keep your eyes. The sergeant visualized the upper deck and he remembered two life rafts, piled one on top of the other, and lashed to the deck between the sterns and the ship's smoke stacks. Quietly, the sergeant ascended the companion way to the second deck and retraced his steps toward the bow of the boat. That's where they are, between those rafts and the stack. He doesn't cover foreign ass, but they won't be expecting anyone to come over the rail of midship. The northern style was a side wheeler. The housings that covered the paddles ran almost up to the third deck. A midship, the sergeant stepped over the rail for sloping circles of the housings. Then he crawled slowly up, shaken by the vibrations of the paddle until he'd reached the top, just below the third deck railing, which was full of solid steel. He raised himself above the level of the railings slowly. He had placed the other men correctly, between the life rafts and the smoke stacks. He leveled his gun. Up with your hand! There he is! The sergeant's shooting was accurate. Charmers and carrots wasn't. The two carrots dropped to the deck. Members of the crew came running from the wheelhouse to bomb them. That was the end. The northern star turned back to Dawson. Charmers and carrots were taken to the hospital, seriously wounded, but certain to live and stand trial for murder. A few hours later, as the sergeant was finishing his report, two who had been lying beside his desk, jumped to his feet. Someone outside, boy. Come in. Whoa! Mary and Mad. Good morning, sergeant. Hello, sergeant. Are we free to go? Of course. As long as you don't go too far. I'd take the Judge Hall and the gold commissioners. There may be some legal technicalities, men, but there's no doubt you're the sole owner of the plans to claim. The sole owner? Oh, no, sir. Yes, Mad. Obviously, you didn't raise your partners. Just agree with very carefully. Well, it was just the usual one. And it says that in case one partner dies, the other becomes the sole owner. You're a rich man. But it hadn't been for you. I'd have been a dead one. You've been wonderful, sergeant. Yeah. And we wonder if we could ask you one more favor. Of course, Mad. Well, Mary's decided she wants to keep a closer eye on the fall. And so we've decided to get married right away. Today, would you be the best man, Sergeant? Why? I'd count it a pleasure. My best wish is to you both. As all business could use a happy ending. I'm glad this case is closed. Sergeant Preston will return in just a moment with a word about our next exciting adventure. Here's a mutual note for you. Mutual is a network that has programs you can enjoy throughout the week. If you like question and answer fun, then you'll find there are all sorts of quiz programs you can listen to on Mutual. You can try and outguess the contestants and see if you know the right answer before they do. Even if you don't know, it's loads of fun listening to others. And you can learn a lot at the same time, too. And some of you boys and girls probably have favorite songs and favorite singers that you like to listen to. When you tune into Mutual, you'll hear many of the stars you like best. Singing and playing the kind of music you enjoy most. Don't forget, too, there are programs about door adventure and others of barn dance music and jamboree. There's plenty of good listening waiting for you on your Mutual dial. Tune in every weekday afternoon for Mutual's famous programs, especially designed for adventure lovers. And remember to listen other times as well for different kinds of programs you like over most of these stations. Sergeant Preston reported to the inspector at Northwest Mounted Police Headquarters in Dawson to receive his next assignment. Sergeant, I want you to get up to McHugh's lumber camp on the Niara as fast as you can. Double, sir? It's serious, I'm afraid. Kate Caragin has sworn that McHugh will never fulfill his contract with the Yukon Trading Company. I don't have to tell you, Sergeant, that Caragin is a dangerous man. This might be our chance to put him behind bars, sir. I hope so. In my mind, he's a potential murderer. And that is exactly what Corden is planning, a murder to satisfy his greed and his hate for Bert McHugh. But what will his method be? A bullet, a knife, or a fire? 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