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He had just finished when the door opened and his partner, Frank Bryan, entered the cabin. It must be 60 below outside. Any sign of a break in the water? No, no, it doesn't look like it. How are you feeling, Steve? What are you doing with that pencil and paper? I've been writing a letter to Lucy. Letter to Lucy? Well, come. You know who I as well as I do. Don't talk riddles. This isn't just a bad call I've got. It's pneumonia. Maybe I'll pull through and maybe I won't. No, it's... Do the one that I won't. Oh, no, don't talk that way, Steve. Why not? Kidding myself. We're 200 miles from the nearest dock here. If I don't pull through, you'll be sure and give this letter to Lucy, won't you, Frank? All right, Steve, but I still hate to hear you talk this way. There's something else I want you to do for me. Oh, sure, anything. If I do die, I know my share of the claim will go to you and Casper Lubbock. Oh, that's right. That's the way the agreement was drawn when Casper Grubsteak is the three-way partnership. One of us should die. He'll share the claim to the surviving pardon. Yeah. Yeah, I know that. But my share of the gold that we've already mined belongs to me. If it turns out my number's up, I want you to take that goal and give it to Lucy. Well, sure, sure. You were kind of sweet under yourself, weren't you, Frank? Sure. Until you came along. But you're the one she fell in love with. Now, for Pete's sake, stop worrying and try to get some sleep. You shouldn't be talking so much anyway. That evening, Steve's temperature mounted higher and higher, and at times throughout the night, he became delirious. Late the following morning, he temporarily regained consciousness. To his surprise, the cabin door was flopping wide open as an icy blast of wind poured in from the outside. The cabin was numbingly cold. Please, Frank! Frank! He's not here. The fire's up. No wood left in the wood box. No food on the shelf. The place is cleaned up. He's pulled out on me. He left me here to die. Oh, no. Arrived in Dawson City. His first stop was Casper Lovac's general store. Look, he was standing behind the counter with his assistant, known as Louis. Well, right in there, but he thanked Brad. Howdy, Casper. On the looks of you, you just got into town. Yeah, that's right. Where's Steve? He's dead. What happened to him? He came down with pneumonia. Died a couple of days later. Wasn't much I could do for him. That's terrible, too. Yeah, it was quite a shock. But I reckon you'll get over it. So will I. Seeing as how we get here share the claim. Well, you know, Frank, that's a mighty sensible attitude. Never did have much use for a hypocrite. After leaving the store, Frank Bryan went to the Victoria Hotel and registered for a room. Then he cleaned himself up and went to the Palace Café to see Lucy Allen. They sat down at the table in the corner. You sit here, Lucy. Thank you, Frank. Lucy, I have some bad news for you. Bad news? Oh, Frank, is it about Steve? Yes, he died a week ago. Oh, no. You'd better read this letter. Dear Lucy, I hope you'll never have to read this letter. If you do, it'll mean I didn't pull through this stage in the mountain. I've told Frank to give you my share with a golden mind. It'll pay your passage back to the state. With enough left over to tide you along for a while. So long, and remember, I love you. I have the gold right here. Lucy, where are you going? I'm sorry, Frank. I can't talk anymore right now. I'm going back to my dressing room. At that same moment, in his cabin far to the north of Dawson City, Steve Walker was slowly opening his eyes. He saw a tall man vending over him, a man wearing the uniform of the Northwest Mounted Police. Who are you? Sergeant Preston, Northwest Mother Police. She's been ill with pneumonia. Pneumonia? Oh, yeah, yeah. I remember. You can explain something to me. What do you mean? When I found you here, you were out of food and the wood box was empty. But later on, I found a perfectly good load of firewood dumped out in the underbrush and back at the cabin. Yeah. I can explain it all right. My partner pulled out and left me here to die. He took all the food with him and dumped the firewood just to make sure I didn't survive. Oh, they're telling the whole story. There's nothing much to tell. The last night that I remember, I was pretty sick. Next morning, I woke up and Frank was gone. Frank is your partner? That's right, Frank Bryan. I'm Steve Walker. Were you running short of food? No, no, no. There was plenty of food for both of us. If it hadn't been Frank, just saw an easy way to get rid of me and he took it. Why do they want to get rid of you? For one thing, once I was dead, my share of the claim would go to him and Casper Lubbock. And I have a hunch there was another reason too. What was it? I'm engaged to a girl named Lucy Allen. Frank was in love with her too. He probably figured if I were dead, she'd be willing to marry him. I see. There are all sorts of ways to kill a man, but this is just about the most cold blood that I've ever run across. No, it's a miracle you happened along when you did. I owe my life to you, Sergeant. Forget it, Steve. I'll arrange to have someone come out here with a team and some support. I'll sure appreciate that, Sergeant. By the way, assuming your partner went back to Dawson, do you have any idea where he might put up? No, but Casper Lubbock might, no worries, stay. Why? Because I intend to arrest him for attempted murder. When Sergeant Preston arrived back in Dawson City, he went first to modern police headquarters and made his report to Inspector Conrad. Then he went to Casper Lubbock's general store. There you go, boy. There, Sergeant Preston and King. Howdy-saddy. Hello, Casper. What can I do for you? I understand you grub-stake two young fellows with the name of Steve Walker and Frank Bryan. Yes, that's right. I reckon you must be here in connection with Steve's death. What makes you think he's dead? That's right. He died of pneumonia. At least, that's what Frank told me. He was lying. What's that? Steve had pneumonia, all right? Might have had a case of it, too. Frank would often left him without food or firewood, expecting him to die. Luckily, I came along in time to save him. A great day in the morning. Whoever thought Frank would pull a trick like that? Why, it ain't human. Attempted murders, what are the most, huh? Where is Steve? Did you bring him to town with you? No, he's still back at his cabin. I was afraid the trip might be too much for him. Yeah, that was probably why. Do you know if Bryan's still here in Dawson? No, I don't, Sergeant. I ain't seen him since he first hit town. Oh, thanks anyway. All right, King, come along. Goodbye, Sergeant. Goodbye. Hey, why don't you tell the Sergeant where Frank Bryan is staying? You know he's staying at the Victoria Hotel. Of course you would, I know it. Louis, how would you like to make yourself a thousand dollars? A thousand dollars? What do you want me to do? I want you to kill a man, namely Steve Walker. Continue our adventure in just a moment. excitement at a ball game. What fun to see real major or minor league ball games and the star players in person. Why miss these thrills? Come on out to the ball game as guests of your favorite team. Right now you can get baseball tickets to get in the ballpark free if you're 12 years or younger. Just bring mom or dad a paying adult. Here's all you do to get your free ticket. Get a package of Quaker Puffed Wheat or Quaker Puffed 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. Why the whole family would have the time of their life at the ball game. For your free ticket, just send a box top from Quaker Puffed Wheat or Rice or Muffet Shredded Wheat. Send the guarantee seal from Quaker Packerton and you'll get two free tickets. Send to baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. Don't miss the big game. Send now. Sergeant Preston that Steve Walker was still alive. Casper Lubbock offered Louis his assistant a thousand dollars if he would kill Steve. You want me to kill Steve Walker? I don't have a style. You don't? Well listen and I'll explain it to you. Now suppose Frank chicks out of his hotel before a president can look at him. He tells the desk clerk he's going back to his claim. Later on Steve Walker is found murdered. What do you suppose the monies will think? They will blame the murderer on Brian. Now you're beginning to catch your... But what will happen when the monies do catch Brian? Maybe he will be able to prove he did not commit the murder. We won't have to worry about that for the simple reason that Brian is going to disappear permanently. Oh, how you figure that? You leave that to me, Louis. The important thing is the monies will think he disappeared to avoid hanging from murder. And with both Frank and Walker out of the way, I'll be sole owner of a valuable gold mine. That is a pretty smart plan. Then how about it? I'm offering you a thousand dollars easy money. For a thousand dollars I do it. I kill Steve Walker. For that same moment, Frank Brian was talking to Lucy Allen at the Palace Café. After leaving the café, Frank headed back to his hotel. To his surprise, he found Casper Lubbock waiting for him on the boardwalk outside the hotel. Casper, what are you doing here? It's for you, that's what I'm here for. It wouldn't be sad to feel the desk clerk might remember my face. What are you talking about? I came to warn you, Frank. You're in trouble. What kind of trouble? You told me Steve died on the pony. Well, he ain't dead, Frank. He's still alive. What's that? A mountain came along to save his life. Steve told him the whole story of how you went off and left him to die. Now the muddy's in town looking for you. He aims to arrest you for attempted murder. Holy mackerel, what you've got to do is clear out of the territory of Pronto. Yeah, but I'll make some supplies anyway. I figured on that. Here's what you better do. Get your gear together right away and check out your hotel room. Tell the desk clerk you're hitting out your claim. Then what? Stop by the store with your sled. Now I'll have a bunch of supplies all ready for you. By the time the muddy's discovered you didn't go out to your claim, you can be safe over the board. A short time later, Frank Bryan arrived at Casper Lubbock's store. Just quick quick, Bryan. Did you check out your hotel already? Yeah, yeah, I checked out. What about the supplies? I've got them all ready for you in the back room. Come on back with me and check them over. You can tell me if there's anything else you need. Okay. Yeah, here's your supplies right here. Good, I'll get them together. As Frank Bryan went over the supplies which were stacked on the floor, a steel blade suddenly flashed in the storekeeper's hand. I guess that takes care of you, Bryan. Hey, come back in. You're killing me. Yeah, he's dead in the doornail. Drive and drive his team around the back of the store. Yeah. Then what? You'll take care of Steve Walker the same way I've just taken care of Frank Bryan. Meanwhile, Sergeant Preston was interviewing Lucy Allen at the Palace Café. He had just broken the news that Steve Walker was still alive. Oh, I... I don't know what to say, Sergeant. It's the most wonderful news I've ever had in my life. Have you seen Frank Bryan recently? Well, yes. He was in less than an hour ago. Oh, and to think he wanted me to marry him after what he did to Steve. Don't worry, he'll pay for his crimes. You know where he's staying while he's in town? Oh, no. No, I don't. He comes to see you again, let us know. In the meantime, I'll have the city patrol try to locate him. Our adventure in just a moment. Hey, kids, do you know you can come out to the ball game as guests of your favorite team? See all the players in person whose pictures you see on the sport page or the screen. Watch those thrilling homers sail into the grandstand. Watch the exciting double plays and eat hot dogs and drink pop with a cheering crowd. Yes, couch yourself in on the fun. Right now, you can get into the ballpark free if you are 12 years or younger. Just bring a paying adult like mom or dad. To get your free ticket, get a package of Quaker Puffed Wheat or Quaker Puffed Rice or Muffet Shredded Wheat. Tear off the box top and send with your name and address to baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. You'll get two free tickets by sending the guarantee seal from Quaker Packer 10. Details are on every ticket. Hurry, send the box top from Quaker Puffed Wheat or Rice or Muffet Shredded Wheat or the guarantee seal from Quaker Packer 10. Send to baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. Don't wait. Be a guest of your favorite team. But Frank Bryan had already left Dawson. Bryan was staying at the Victoria Hotel but he checked out yesterday afternoon. He told the desk clerk he was heading back out to his claim. Has his room been occupied yet? I don't know. Why? If King can pick up his cent, we may be able to track him down more rapidly. That's a good idea. I'm going to get our teams and get over the hotel right now. Come along, King. Luckily, Bryan's room had not yet been occupied and King was able to pick up his cent. From the hotel, the trail led straight to Casper Lubbock's general store. Okay, fire! Not yet, but we picked up his trail and it led straight here to your store. To my store? What do you mean, sir? Are you stalling, Casper? King has Bryan's cent. There's no doubt he stopped off at your store before leaving town. Shocked. Well, in that case, I... I reckon I better tell the truth. He, uh, did stop in here, Sergeant. Yesterday afternoon, he stalked up on supplies. You knew he was wanted by the police? Why didn't you let us know? Well, I... Well, hang it all, Sergeant. I reckon I'm just tenderhearted, that's all. Bryan may deserve to go to jail, but I didn't want to be the one to stay there. Sergeant, look at King. He's going back in the stock room. Hey, yes, yes. Bryan went in the stock room with me while I was filling his order. In fact, he drove his team around back to the store so he wouldn't have a spot to carry the stuff when he loaded it on the sled. I see. Come on, Alex, we'll go on to Berkway, so King can follow the cent. Meanwhile, King had caught the cent of death. He knew that the man his master was looking for had been dead when he left the store. What's wrong, fella? What was he trying to tell us, Sergeant? I wish I knew. Well, apparently, he still has the cent. Let's go. Several miles outside of town, King turned off the trail and headed into a gully filled with grip snow and underbrush. Sergeant and Constable Raw spotted. You wonder what King's up to, Sergeant? Oh, which has always found something. All I've found out is he was under here. We'd like to await his underbrush. Dead man. Yes, Mr. Frank Bryan. Identification on him, but it fits the description. King had his cent. I suppose he was way late last night. Maybe, or then again. Then again what? I'm just remembering the way King acted back at the store. Such a thing as the cent of death. You mean, maybe Casper killed him? Oh, it'd certainly be a good reason for not reporting that Bryan had come to his store. By gully, that's right. Whoever killed him, one thing's sure. Someone hit his body here and that person must have left a cent. How about it, King? After snipping carefully around the spot, King led the two motties out of the gully and back onto the trail. Letting away from town. Maybe it wasn't Casper who killed him after all. Perhaps not. Alex, I want you to take Bryan's body back to town. In the meantime, King and I are going after the person who hit the body in that gully. Louis had traveled most of the night and by now was many miles from Dawson. As a result, it was three days later before the sergeant finally caught up with him. King's running out of the key posed in on Louis with a fierce stroll. The sergeant persons shouted the command to halt. Oh, he's stopping the name of the con. A moment later, the sergeant threw off to his quarry. Oh, oh, oh, oh, sergeant persons. Wait for you stopping this way. I'm placing you under arrest for the murder of Frank Bryan. What's that? Sergeant, what do you mean? Never mind playing innocent. Louis, get your hands up. Keep them up while I search you. Carrying a gun, eh? We, I carry a gun. It does not prove I'm a murderer. King followed your scent from the spot where Bryan's body was found. Sergeant, I am innocent. I swear I'm not kill Bryan. Then if you don't want to hang, you'd better tell me who did. We, we, I talked. It was Casper Lubbock who killed Bryan. Why? He wanted to get Bryan a share of the gold mine. And he paid you to get rid of the body, is that it? We, we, then he saw. But I had nothing to do with the murder. I swear it. Huh? All right, Louis. I'll see what kind of a story Casper has to tell when we get back to Dawson. In the meantime, turn around and hold out your hands. Watch him ging while I snap on these handguests. After turning the teams around and hitching them in tandem, the sergeant started back to Dawson with his prisoner riding the forward sled. That night, they made camp on the banks of a small stream. Soon after turning in, the sergeant was awakened by a sudden growl from King. What's wrong, fellow, Louis? By the light of the still-growing campfire, he saw that the great dog's fur was bristling all along his spine. Suddenly, a twig snapped and King started forward with a fierce snarl. That woman was shuffling out. The great dog fell. King, never mind the impression. Get your handships. Casper Lubbock. Yeah, that's right. So he took your prisoner, huh, Louis? Oui, he put the handcuff on me. Well, you won't have to wear it no longer. Unlocking pressure. And don't try no funny stuff when you're reaching your pocket to the key. Under the threat of Casper's leveled gun, the sergeant had no choice but to obey the command. A moment later, Louis' hands were free. Ah, it is lucky you show up. How come you find us out here in Detroit? Well, it's a long story, Louis. When I found out King was following Frank's sentry, I knew he'd find the body for sure. So I started out to warn you not to kill Steve Walker. Kill Steve Walker? Good. Didn't Louis tell you? Wait, wait, I don't tell you? The plan was to kill Steve and make it look as if Frank had disappeared. Oh, wait. You would blame the murder on Frank and that'd be left to sole owner of the gold mine. You fool, why would you tell him all this? That's why I'm not. Justin can't use the information against this. Not after he's dead. Are you going to kill him? That's right. That's right. I reckon there was no reason to waste any time. Meanwhile, unnoticed by either Casper or Louis, King was stirring weakly. The bullet had creased his head and stunned him. As a great dog struggled back to consciousness, he remembered just one thing. The fact that his master was in danger. Opening his eyes, he saw Casper lobbing raise his gun to fire at the sergeant. With a ferocious smile, King launched himself at the hook. The gun flew from Casper's hand as King's jaws closed on his arm. Before Louis could spring to his aid, he turned and dealt him a terrific right to the job. Oh, I pay you back right now. Oh, no, you don't want that. Louis was big and brawny, and he could take twice the punishment of an ordinary man. Again and again, he lunged at the Maudi, swinging his ballot fist with terrific power. But in the end, it was the Maudi's superior skill at all. After a series of punches that left Louis dizzy and glassy-eyed, he finished him off with a smashing right up the gun. All right, King, let him up, boy. I have his gun on your feet, Lubbock. Hey, Tricks. You'll hang for Brian's murder, and Steve Walker will wind up as the sole owner of that mine. All right, turn around. Hold out your wrists while I snap on these handcuffs. Well, then, King, let's have a look at you, fella. Oh, no. Oh, look at those creased your head and stung it. It's a lucky thing for you. It didn't kill him. And it's a lucky thing for you. I'm wearing this uniform. Otherwise, before I put on those handcuffs, I'd have given you worse beating than I gave Louis. Good old King. Once again, you saved my life. Thanks to you, boy. 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