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Well, sir, that lucky fellow or girl may be you. If you hurry and enter the big Quakerpuff wheat and rice contest, talk about fun. You'll hear how easy it is to enter in just a few minutes. Paul Dupree and his wife had migrated to the Yukon during the Gold Rush with great enthusiasm and high hopes for the future. The young couple had cashed in everything they owned in the States and when they arrived at the settlement of Whitehorse, Paul hoping to get quick rich had put all but a small part of their thousand dollars in a mining venture known as the Good Hope Mining Company. The Good Hope Mine had petered out and the other two men who were part of the company gave Paul their worthless shares and left the Yukon. Paul disheartened but not entirely discouraged, built a small cabin and staked a claim outside of Whitehorse. He worked his claim energetically, but without much success. Until one day, he entered the cabin in a state of excitement. Mary, Mary, at last it has happened. Paul, what is it? What has happened? See, gold nuggets. I have found gold at last. Oh, Muschery, I am so happy. Oh, it is not much yet, but who knows? Perhaps at last we are having the luck. Oh, you have worked so hard, Paul, and you have said so much of the disappointment. It is good to see you happy again. I will go into Whitehorse and get some supplies. Also, I will bring some wine that we may celebrate here in our old little cabin. Oh, voilà! Oh, soon perhaps you shall be wearing silks and saddens, Muschery. Oh, Paul, that I do not need to be happy with you. Halle, we get the food in the wine. And when you return, I shall be dressed in my best king-emphasis celebration. Oh, no! Go now! Go quickly! Oh, we! It will not take me long, Mary. Later, at the trading post, several men stood or sat around the bulging hot stove talking and laughing as the happy young Frenchman made his purchases at the counter. The great dog king and his master, Sergeant Preston, waited patiently beside Paul. Anything else, Paul? Oh, may we? He just said, I almost forget, Mr. Carey. I would have a bottle of the best wine. Wine, is it? Sure, it must be a special occasion that you'll be buying wines, as I will. I'll give you the best in the place. Is it a special occasion, Paul? Oh, Sergeant Preston, forgive me for not noticing you and King. I am what you say most excited today. Oh, you will forgive your friend, Paul. King! You always were a favorite with King. Tell me, why so excited? See, these I have taken for my claim this morning. Well, gold nuggets. That's fine, Paul. Well, bless my soul, Paul. Looks like you might have struck it rich at last. Look here, men. All to pay found gold. Them's gold nuggets, all right. Kind of small, but maybe there's more. Good for you, Paul. Oh, I'm not so sure there is more, but I am hoping, my friends. I have the feeling, Paul, that I will find more at my claim. Hope you do, Paul. So far, you've taken your losses very well. The wine that is for Marie and me to celebrate tonight. It is the first gold I have found in the Yukon. This time we shall celebrate alone, Sergeant. But next time you and King must come to celebrate with us, no? Of course. We'll be delighted, won't we, King? Oh, now I must go, Miss Amid. Some day when I have struck it rich, then we will all celebrate. And you, my friends, and you, King. Bye, Paul. A few minutes after Paul Dupri left the trading post, one of the men who had been there entered the café. Approached a corner table where a friend of his sat alone. Louis, my friend, where have you been? I've been looking for you. Hi, a car. I've been over at the trading post. So? Paul Dupri, that young Frenchman, was just in there buying a lot of stuff. Okay, he's taking a big chance letting Dupri buy so much on credit. Dupri paid for what he got. What? With some gold nuggets that he took from his claim. You're joking. I'm not joking at all. He said he wasn't sure there was any more in the claim. But I think he was just being cautious. Why do you tell me this, Louis? You got something on your mind, huh? Yeah. Yeah, I have, Carl. So go on, I'm interested. It's beginning to snow real hard outside. Dupri has about three miles to go and he's on foot. If we take our dogs sled, we could easily catch up to him before he reaches his cabin. What is the purpose in catching up to him, my friend? My idea is to get him to sign over his claim to us. Now, it might take a little time. Then we could do away with him. Very re-keeping until we can force him to... We could take him to that old cabin that's about a mile beyond the deserted Good Hope mine shaft and keep him there. Then when we got the paper, we'd do away with him and move in on the claim. No, no, no. Ah, you're not too bright, Louis. If we came up with such a paper it'd law the question us about having it, especially if Dupri is disappearing. I thought about that. We could have him dated today. We'd say we met him after he left the trading post, made a deal for the claim and paid him for it. Then they'd think he'd been held up and killed somewhere else for the money we paid him. Anyway, we may never have to use that paper, Carl. It's worth a chance. Yeah, perhaps you're right. You all right? Come on, we'll get the dogs sled and go after Dupri. A short time later, Paul Dupri was trudging along in the heavily falling snow on his cattle when he heard a dog sled coming along behind him. He stopped and waited. Hello there! Oh, it's a bad time to be starting on a trip, my friend. Yeah, that's right. But we don't expect to be going very far, Dupri. Oh, so? Oh, you know my name, I see. I heard someone in town mention it. That's all. The recent time, Louis. Where's he gone? Why do you... You're coming along with us, Dupri. We have a matter to discuss with you. No. You heard what he said. You're coming along with us. Well, I must get home, Monsieur. These packages, I have the food and wine for the... Yeah, take care of those packages. Just put them on the sled there. So you would drop me of these little... Put the stuff on the sled. Come on. Of course, Monsieur. My Marie, she will be most disappointed when I get home with her. You're not going home, Dupri. You're coming with us. Start the dogty, Louis, real father. Sure, car. But I cannot go. My wife's moving quickly, my friend. I shall use this gun. Now hurry. Very well, Monsieur. Snow had fallen that evening and through the night. By noon the following day it had stopped as Sergeant Preston and King with the young prospector walked quickly toward the trading post. Pat Kerry told me to find Jen. Have you come right over the trading post, Sergeant? What's happened, you know? No. But I do know Paul Dupri's wife is there and she seems to be awful upset about something. I see. Well, here we are. We'll know what's wrong in a few minutes. Well, sure. I'm glad Fred found you, Sergeant, that I am. What's the trouble, Pat? Oh, it's young Mrs. Dupri who's having the trouble, poor thing. Oh? She's in the back with the Mrs. I'll get her to come talk to you. Mrs. Dupri, Sergeant Preston's here now. Oh, thank you, ma'am. Come tell him what's happened. Well, Marie, what's the trouble? Sergeant Preston. It is my Paul. I am so worried about him. Paul? What's the matter? But he did not come home last night. He came to get food and wine. I have not seen him since. You mean Paul didn't get home after he left here yesterday afternoon? Oh, yes, that is right, Sergeant. I have waited the night, but he had not come home. Oh, please. You must help me find him. I'll do all I can, Marie. You can be sure of that. He said he was going home to celebrate. That was about four o'clock yesterday afternoon. That's right. I heard it. Yeah, maybe he got lost in the storm. Oh, but no. It was not such a storm as to confuse Paul. He has followed the trail from the cabin and turned so often. And it is such a short way. That's right. Paul could find his way to the cabin even in a blizzard. Yeah, let him go ahead. The storm hadn't covered all tracks. It would be easy for King and me to trail him. You stay here with Mrs. Carrie, Marie. Oh, yes, Sergeant. Meantime, we'll do what we can to locate Paul. Yes, come along, Marie. Missus, you take care of him. Later that afternoon, Lou arrived at the old cabin where Carl was waiting with Paul Dupree. He was bound hand and foot on a bunk in the corner. Well, Carl, I got the supplies we need. Oh, good. They should hold us for a while, Louie. There's one thing we didn't think of, Carl. It's got me worried. Oh, what's that? That Marty Sergeant Preston and his dog are in town. And what's more, Dupree's wife talked to him at the trading post. My Marie, she must be worried. Carl, don't worry. Go on, Louie. Preston has promised to find out what happened to Dupree. Him and his dog have a reputation for getting those they go after, Carl. Oh. It is not good, my friend. That's right. It isn't. I say let's get rid of this Frenchman now and light out for Dawson. And then that Mountie would be taking us down for murder. Oh, no, Louie. That isn't a way. Then what are we going to do? There's enough dynamite here to carry out a plan, I have, Louie. Dynamite? What's that got to do with the fact that that Mountie's liable to get on our trail? It's just it, Louie. After we make certain preparations, we'll see that he does get on our trail. What? Up to a certain point. Say, are you crazy? Take it easy, take it easy, my friend. If my plan succeeds, and I'm sure that it will, we can still go through with our original idea of taking over Dupri's claim. Sergeant Preston and King will not let you. They will make you more sorry. Shut up. Look, Carl, I'm still not convinced. With that Mountie and Dawson... Don't worry, Louie. My plan will fool him. 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Making sure that Dupree was well-bound, the two men took the dynamite and fuse and were about to set out from the cabin. As soon as we get things set, Louis, we'll go into town. But that's risky, Carl. Yeah, perhaps. But it's the only way to carry out the plan we have. I don't like being so close to that Mountian, it's dark. You'll be even closer when we get to town. I want you to go and find him. Go find him. That's right. You will tell him, but I instruct you to tell him. I'll wait at the hotel for you. Now, wait a minute. Why didn't Conrad have a talk to him? It's for our own good, Louis. And he won't suspect a man who comes to give him information that will help him find Dupree. Well, maybe, but... Don't worry. I'll tell you exactly what to say. You follow my directions and before another day goes by, the Mountian dog won't worry us anymore. Now, let's go. Mush! Mush! Later that afternoon, after making their preparations, Carl and Lou arrived in Whitehorse. While Carl waited at the hotel, Lou went to the trading post to find out where he might find Sergeant Preston. Learning that the Mountian had gone to the cafe to make inquiries, Lou went there, entering just as Sergeant Preston finished talking to the bar king. Sergeant, Sergeant Preston. You see me? Yeah. Yeah, I got something to tell you. Quiet, King. Dog, don't seem to like me much. Didn't I see you at the trading post this noon? Yeah, that's right. My name's Lou Wilder. I'm new in town. Stopped at the hotel. At the hotel? Yeah. I see. What is it you have to tell me, Wilder? Well, it's something I overheard. About Dupree. Oh? That's interesting. Let's go outside where we can talk. Come on, King. All right, Wilder. What is it? Well, late last night I was in the cafe. Two men were sitting at a table, sort of talking low. What'd they look like? I didn't take a very good look. They were sort of tough looking. I see. Go on. Well, I heard them mention someone named Paul Dupree. And they said something about a deserted shaft of the Good Hope Mine. I remember one of them saying, we don't have to worry. Nobody ever thinks of going there. The whole thing didn't mean anything to me till this noon. When that woman coming to the trading post talking about her husband, Paul Dupree being missing. Why didn't you tell this to me then? That was four hours ago. Well, I didn't get to thinking about it till later. Then when it come to me that what I'd heard, I came looking here to tell you. Thanks anyway, Wilder. Come on, King. Forget my snowshoes. And we're going out to the Good Hope Mine. I'll let you know, Wilder, if your information amounts to anything. Come along, Paula. After Sergeant Preston left, Lou hurried to the room at the hotel that he and Carl occupied. Well, Carl, he fell for it. Good. Good. You see, Louie, a mountain is only human, and he can be food like anybody else. His cabinet gets his snowshoes. Then he's going out there. Good, good. We can see him go by from the window. We'll let him and his dog get a good distance ahead. Then we'll follow. Yeah. That trail out past the shaft has been fairly well traveled today. So we won't notice the tracks coming in. I thought of that too. It'll take him a little while to search the runways inside the mine. So we'll have a chance to get there before they come out. Hey, look, I see him coming down the street now. Let him go. We'll follow later. And then at the shaft, we spring the trap that does the trick. Huh, Louie? Get your things ready. Right. Preston has no reason to think he's being followed. An hour later, Sergeant Preston and King arrived at the entrance to the deserted shaft. The wind had driven some snow a short distance into the shaft. But Carl, realizing that the molly would be suspicious if he didn't see any tracks going in or out, had seen to it that he and Lou made many snowshoes tracks all around, even into the shaft to the point where the snow hadn't reached. Well, King, there's a deserted mine shaft. Plenty of snowshoe tracks around the entrance, even going into and out of the shaft. What is it, fella? The great dog sniffed the tracks and knew that some of them had been made by the man who had talked to his master in town. King sensed danger. And he realized that all the tracks had been made by only two humans, not by several as his master might think. He growled once more. Then looking at Sergeant Preston, he barked. I know you're trying to tell me something, King. Wish I could understand, fella. Come on, we'll go inside and investigate. With King at his side, the molly walked slowly into the shaft until he came to where the drifted snow no longer covered the floor. Then he stopped, gazing intently at the ground. Quiet, fella. If anyone is inside, no use warning them. Better strike a match. Well, that's interesting. Easy, fella. I think I'm beginning to understand what you were trying to tell me out there, King. What's more, I think we're going to find Paul to briefly play our cards, right? Well, fella, I guess you and I better do a bit of planning before we make our next move. A short time later, Carl and Lou approach the entrance to the mine shaft cautions. I don't see it, Carl. He must have gone inside. I hope you're right. Have you gone handy, Louie? Here we are. Look there. They did go in there. I'm sure they did. All snowshoe tracks look alike to me. How can you tell? We didn't have dogs or a sled with us, Louie. But see there? Single dog tags into the shaft. And they don't come out. That's right. They must be in there. Of course they are. Now I'll step inside and light the fuse to the dynamite on the shoring beam inside the entrance. Be ready to run, Louie. Are you sure that fuse is long enough? Sure, sure. We'll have plenty of time to get away. Hurry, Louie. We'll run up the tail a bit. Here, this. This should be safe enough. Yeah. Now we can watch what happens. All right. This should happen any second now. After it does that mountain... Look! It sealed him in. And there's no other way to get out. I made sure of that. Now we'll go back to the cabin and get things settled with him. Come on, Louie. A short time later, the two men arrived at the cabin up the trail. It's good to get these snowshoes off. Yeah. I'd rather travel with a dog sled. Dupree, we've completed the plan that we made. The mountainous dog are done for. You could kill Sergeant Preston and kill her. No, I do not believe you. It sort of gives you a shock, eh? I guess you didn't think we were smart enough to do it. We've given him a suitable grave. They're buried alive in the deserted mines. Crap, Louie. He's in mine of good hope, in my mind. Yes. And now it's time for us to settle our affair with you. I will never sign that paper if you want. Never. We've decided to forget that paper. You know too much anyhow. Yeah, Tom. Let's get it over and get back to town. Now shoot him down, we told him into the ravine behind the cabin. But you cannot time tide up. I have done no wrong. Please, miss, you think of my wife. Now is the time for you to think of her, Dupree. Your parting thought. Nice sentiment, Louie. Sure, use your gun and stop talking to her. Yeah, that's good advice. Now, it's time to say goodbye to Paul Dupree. Oh, my, howdy, shot through the window. I'll get my gun. That's the door burst open, king like a speaker lightning, and a curtain across the room of the man he had disliked on the first. With a mighty leap, he grabbed Lou Wilder's gun and arm at the wrist. Let me take him off. Get him away. You'll kill me. I'm king. I'm king. Don't let him get away again. Oh, my, I'm king. Sergeant Burston and king. It isn't possible. I don't understand. You went into the mine, chef. We know it. The dog tracks. They showed you went in but didn't come out. Sergeant, he said they had buried you alive in the deserted shaft. And they were about to shoot me. I know. I saw him through the window. I'll untie you, Paul. But with the explosion, it must have caught you inside. There's no other way out. Did you not comprehend, Sergeant? How did you escape? King took an instant dislike to Wilder when we first met him. And king's actions at the shaft entrance convinced me he recognized Wilder's scent. Meaning, of course, Wilder must have been there before he came to me with a fake story. There you are, Paul. Thank you, Sergeant. You went in and didn't come out. Those dog tracks. We went part way inside to the place where the snow ended and the silt began. I looked for tracks in the silt but there were none, showing that no one was in that mine. But they say that king's tracks led in, but not out, Sergeant. Very simple, Paul. No. When I got to the shaft entrance, there were plenty of snowshoe tracks all around, but no dog tracks. I knew they wouldn't be able to pick out mine, but they wouldn't see kings going into the shaft. I know. They did. I carried king out. And, noting that several people had traveled up and down the trail, leaving many tracks, I took king a short distance up the trail. And we hid behind a snow bank. After they set off the explosion, we followed him here. I knew they could not outsmart you, Sergeant. Was it really king or they couldn't outsmart? They wanted my claim. They thought I was not telling the truth about their being so little gold there. I see. Pick up the guns, Paul. Oui, Monsieur. Watson King. My arm. What about my arm? I'll bandage it for you. I'll take a shortcut back to town. You'll see a doctor before I put you both in jail for attempted murder. Later, at the trading post, a group had gathered around Preston King and Paul to hear all the tales. It is like a miracle that Sergeant Preston King escaped and we're in front to save you, Paul. Sure, and them too have a way of doing things that make them seem like medicals that they have. I even offered to give those men our claim to let me go. But I refused to sign it over until they would bring me back safely. And they would not do it. They were sure the claim is worth a great deal. But there is very little gold in it. Oh, but that does not matter, mon churri. Now that you have seen... Hey, everybody! What's the excitement? What have you got there? There's lots more where this came from. Where'd you get that? I came past a good hope mine. There was some kind of explosion or landslide or something. It closed up the entrance. I know. Well, off to one side, part of the rock had been uncovered. And there's a streak of vain gold running through it. Holy smoke! They sunk the shaft in the wrong place. Paul owns that mine now. Great day, Paul. You're a rich minor. Well, Paul, it looks like those killers did you a good turn without meaning to. I'm very happy for you and Marie. If they had succeeded in shutting you up inside the mine one of me, the gold would have meant nothing to me. Thanks, Paul. I appreciate your feeling. Now we shall have that big celebration for everyone, such a... How sweet for you! You and King will be the guests of honor. You and I owe a great deal to King. If that hadn't been for him, I might have gone into that mine without suspecting wildly. And then they would have killed me. Oh, such an intelligent dog I have never heard of before. Hey, look at King, would you now sit in there listening and looking at you with a twinkle in his eyes, Sergeant? Well, perhaps he's trying to tell me he's as happy as I am if this case is closed. Hey, King? In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Friday's program. Say, have you seen those swell, colorful flags or pennants on the back of the packages of Quaker, Puff, Tweet and Rice? Well, get a package. Look at them. 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Meal your entry today without delay. Send to Bike Contest, Box 600, Minneapolis, Minnesota. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trendle, directed by Fred Flower Day and supervised by Charles D. Livingston. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. They are brought to you every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at the same time by Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice. The breakfast cereal shot from guns. Listen Friday when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the adventure of White Hawk. Fablers had talked of seeing a strange figure dressed in white, driving a pure white dog team along the stormy ridges of Torngeck Mountain. But the sun and snow play strange tricks on a man's eyes in the frozen north. It wasn't until King and I learned that the White Hawk was not only real, but a killer as well, that we started in pursuit of him. 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