 Now as howling winds echo across the snow-covered reaches of the Wild Northwest, the Quaker Oaks Company makers of Quaker Pops Wheat and Quaker Pops Rice, the delicious cereal shot from guns. In cooperation with the Mutual Broadcasting System, present by special recording, Sergeant Preston of the Yukon. It's Yukon Gain, swiftest and strongest lead dog of the Northwest, breaking his trail for Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Bouted Police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. Gold, gold discovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the Cromdike in the wild race for riches. Back to the days of the Gold Rush and the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog, Yukon King, as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. Our adventure will begin in just a moment. Quote from an employee, I'd give my IT for a worker who's steady, reliable, efficient and trained to do the job, end quote. Well, there is a new source of workers just like that. Men and women ready, willing and able to do just the kind of job you'd want them to do. They are the physically handicapped who have overcome their disabilities through vocational rehabilitation. So Mr. Employer, you're bound to find someone who fits that job opening of yours to a tee. How do you obtain a trained disabled worker? Just call your local vocational rehabilitation office. Find out for yourself what survey after survey has proved. Handicapped workers are specially prepared, steady, reliable, efficient. They can match the work performance of the able-bodied any day and often surpass it. You'll find it's good business to hire the handicapped. This message is brought to you as a public service. Selling for two hundred dollars a thousand feet in Dawson and early in the spring, Bert McHugh contracted with the Yukon trading company to cut a million feet of its timber on the upper Yukon and the Niora. The logs were to be lashed into huge wraps and floated down the river to Jim Clark Sawmill, which had been leased by the company. It was specified in McHugh's contract that a bonus of ten thousand dollars would be paid for complete delivery by August 15th. But Bert ran into difficulty, for he had a powerful enemy in Dawson, a man named Corrigan, who was determined that Bert would never earn his bonus. That daybreak on the morning of August 1st, Jim Clark, who managed the Sawmill for the company, was wakened by a loud pounding on the door of his cabin. Who is it? Wait for two. Come on, get up. Oh, it's the middle of the night. I have three more wraps as long as tied up in the dark. One with two clothes. I'll be with you as soon as I put on some clothes. Okay. A few minutes later, the Sawmill owner opened the door, still buttoning his shirt. The two men started for the waterfront. Karen and all fired hurried to get out of town. Well, I have five men with me. Duke Curtis and Pierre Leno among them. If those two should happen to run into Corrigan or any of his gang, it'd be a fight. That might suit Corrigan, but it wouldn't suit me. He doesn't even waste a time. You don't have much of that left, do you? What time? Leave her all the logs you're supposed to. We'll fill your contract. I have two weeks. If I bring him six more wraps like the ones we brought in tonight, the job will be done. And I'll win the boomer. Can you do it? I think so. Things have been going well enough at camp. Ever since I got rid of silk menning. You still figure Corrigan hired him to make trouble? That's Corrigan. I don't get it. That's why I should Corrigan want you to lose your boomer. Because he knows that if I lose it, I won't make any money on the contract. You saw that, did you? Because you got the contract and he didn't? Yeah, he only fit on it because he didn't want me to get it. Oh, it's personal between you two then. It's gotten to me, but there's more to it than that. Here we are. Tides of the dock in front of the sawmill. There were three huge log wraps. Seated on the edge of the dock just above them, there were five husky young men. Dressed in flannel shirts, corduroy trousers and lumberman's boots. Come on in the office, Bert. I'll give you your receipt. Right. Well, your logs and those wraps? Yeah. Must have taken some real navigating to get them out of the NYOR and into the UCAR. Yeah, no better men in the UCAR than the sweets they'll pier and do things. You're not so bad yourself right here. Oh, I was lucky to find such a crew. And if I pull this deal off, I mean to make it up to them. Yeah, there isn't one of them who wouldn't die for you, Bert. Well, certainly don't want that to happen. And now let's see. Received by the Clark Lumber Company as agent for the UCAR trading company from Bert McHugh, three wraps containing approximately this footage I'm putting down is subject to final check, you know. I know. But you're underestimating of anything. Six more wraps like these in a job will be done. Yeah. There you are. There's your receipt. Now you. Hey, Bert. Trouble. What do you mean trouble? That doesn't die. Come along to water. It looks like Corrigan in the lead. Big guy anyway. Come on. I'll see you later, Jim. All right. Come along, Bert. I've been taking off. Oh, no, Bert. I say yes. Do you see what's coming, Bert? I see. Just too late to leave now. He's here. I'll do the talking here. We miss you. You brought in some more wraps, Mr. McHugh. It looks that way, doesn't it, Corrigan? And this time, we have a pleasant trip. No shots from the bank. No tugs trying to ram us. A very pleasant trip. You've been saying things I don't like, Mr. McHugh, such as, this man in here says that when you fired him, you accused him of taking money from me to make trouble at your camp. That's right, Phil. Yeah. That's what he said. Yeah, Phil, let's go. You're a coward! Well, Phil, what do you think of that? You hear what it says? Yeah, I heard. And there's only one answer to a word like that. Oh, you see! I don't have it now! As soon as the first blow was struck, Jim Clark, who had been watching from the doorway of his office, took off around the corner of the building, down the street from Northwest Monty Police Headquarters. There he found Sergeant Preston, and the sergeant returned with him to the waterfront. On the dock, the sergeant stopped for a moment to scythe up the situation. There were half a dozen individual fistfights. The Northwest sergeant demanded great respect in Dawson. If the men hadn't been so occupied with each other, the sight of the sergeant's red coat would have been enough to put an end to the battle. As it was, he had to break up each of the individual fighters. That's enough. The name of the law is signed over there with here and so. It's finished. 12 men stood in a row. Most of them nursing cuts or bruises. I'm not going to ask you how this started. You'll make your explanation to the judge. Yes! Court convenes at 9 o'clock until then you're going to jail. Come on, let's get moving. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Say, kids, which would you rather do? Read about your favorite baseball team in the papers, or see a game on the screen, or be right in the ballpark! Yelling for the players on your team, dogs drinking soda pop and having the time of your life. Golly, nothing beats the fun in the ballpark. Come out to the game now as guests of a major or minor league team. Walk right through the gate without paying a cent if you are 12 years or younger and bring mom or dad or another paying adult relative. You can now get a free baseball ticket right inside a package of Quaker Pop Wheat or Quaker Pop Rice or Muffet Shredded Wheat. Or buy Quaker Packle 10 and get two free baseball tickets. Names of teams and dates are on every ticket. Get in on the fun. Right away, get a free baseball ticket package of Quaker Pop Wheat or Rice, Muffet Shredded Wheat, or Quaker Packle 10. Bring the whole family to the ball game. You'll all have a picnic. To continue, at nine o'clock, the man stood before Judge Hall. Here's Gordon. Brett McHugh. You cut it. Yes, yes, yes. Our charge was to certainly conduct. Are you guilty or not guilty? Well, Judge, it was this way. Easy or not guilty? I plead not guilty and so do my friends. McHugh and his sub-detector. Did you, McHugh? I struck the first blow, sir, but not until Corgan had called me a coward. You plead provocation, eh? Yes, sir. Did you call McHugh a coward, Corgan? Well, I might have said he was acting like a coward. Why was he acting like a guy? I had some things I wanted to settle with him and listen to him. You ordered his men to get into that connection? Absolutely. The court finds the defendant equally guilty. The usual sentence for disorderly conduct is a $10 fine or three days on the wood fire. Your Honor, I'll gladly pay the fine, but I have work to do. I hope the sentence would be the wood fire. That's very interesting, Corgan. The court is pleased to take your suggestion. Are you and your men the wood fire? Are you and his $10 bills? They're not. Take them away, Sergeant. Let's go to your right, men. McHugh, as soon as you'll pay your fine, I'd like to see you in my office. You won't keep me long, Sergeant. A few minutes. Sure thing. I'll be there. Stop that. It's no right. He can't set them free for immediately $10, men. Put your voice down, Corgan, or you'll get 10 more days for contempt of court. I'll move along. But look, Sergeant, you go. When Bert entered the sarkens' office, sit down, Bert. Yes, sir. I've been having a talk with Jim Clark and with the manager of the Yukon Trading Company. About me? About your contract with the company. If you'll fulfill it in two weeks, you'll receive a bonus. About a 15, that's right. But you told Clark that Corgan's been doing everything in his power to make you lose the bonus. I have no proof, Sergeant. I'm making no accusations. No proof and no proof? I'd like to know the reason to Corgan's attitude. That goes back to last spring, Sergeant. I own a bench claim on the Dominion. The gravel's rich, but in order to get the gold, I don't have to install a pipeline and pump. There's no water up there. With the other machinery that's needed, it'll take about $10,000 to develop a claim. Corgan tried to buy the claim last spring. I refused to sell. He tried to borrow money to develop it. Corgan made that impossible. He has plenty of influence around here. I know it. I couldn't borrow, so I decided to make the money I needed. The Yukon trading company wanted their timber cut. I entered a low bid and got the job. Your bid was so low that you'll make nothing at all unless you get the bonus for quick delivery. That's right. I'll just about break even. I'll be just where I was last spring, and Corgan knows that. Or to have a good chance of collecting if there's no interference with your work. Yes, Sergeant. Well, all I want to point out to you, there it is that the Northwest model is here for your protection. You feel you need protection? I wouldn't say that. A little good luck with our cuttings. A little good luck in getting the wraps down here? We'll make out all right. I hope you do. I wish you the best of luck. Thank you, Sergeant. Like Q, what his men returned to their camp. But after they had served their sentence chopping wood, Corgan and his men also left town. This didn't escape the sergeant's attention. As the days passed and no more logs were delivered to sawmills, Sergeant asked to investigate conditions at the lumber camp. Permission was granted. And with King as his companion, the sergeant paddled up the Yukon to Nyora Creek. It was dusk when the mouth of Nyora was reached. And as soon as they started up the stream, King became restless. A strong, steady breeze was blowing from the south and King's nose was turned toward the south bank of the stream. The sergeant watched him closely and then raised his eyes to the darkening sky. A faint haze seemed to be settling over it and the sergeant read the sign correctly. Fire, King. Forest fire. The sergeant reached his canoe near a game trail and ran down to the water's edge. Then he and King started up. Beverly wooded ground rose gradually for over a mile until finally they reached a ridge that ran parallel to the Nyora. Now in spite of the gathering dusk, they could actually see smoke. It was coming from a galley on the south side of the ridge. Sergeant King hurried toward it. At the bottom it caught hundreds of dry pines for blazing and whipped by the south wind, the flames were creeping steadily toward the top of the ridge. King, unless that fire stops right here, the whole forest and head of the river will burn. The lumber camps on the banks of the creek in a direct line with this ravine. They can't stop the fire alone, boy. I must get the help of McHugh and his men. The sergeant and King ran down the sloping floor of the forest toward the lumber camp. The lights were glowing through the trees when I reached it and the sergeant headed straight for the mess cabin. Sergeant Hill! Sergeant Fredston, I'm glad to see you. I have good news. I'm afraid I don't. All that timber's got a wedding to be made into ramps. It may never be made into ramps. It may never leave the banks of the Miola. I told you, my news wasn't good. What is it? What's wrong? Fire! Other side of the ridge. So far it's in the ravine, but the wind's driving it this way. If it jumps the ridge... The whole forest, the camp! Your loss is everything this side of the creek will burn. How do we stop? If we hurry, tell your men to get spades and fix. Take a trench across the top of the ravine and set a backfire. You heard the sergeant, then hop to it. As the men hurried through the forest after the sergeant, they heard the sound of many feet to the right and to the left of them. Wild animals, large and small, retreating before the deadly threat of fire. There at the top of the ravine was the creek. The lumbermen began digging a wide shallow trench under the sergeant's direction. It was pitch dark now, but the smoke swept up from the ravine in choking crowds. But a ribbon of bare ground began to stretch across the top of the ravine. Then suddenly there was a cry from down the slope. A human cry. Sergeant, did you hear that? It sounded like a man. It was. He said, go there. I may be able to get him up. Bring. Sergeant, point it down the ravine. Bend him, boy. Bend him. Obediently, King started down the slope, but the sergeant directly behind him. The smoke was fixed, and the crackle of flames seemed to be directly ahead when King finally stopped. The man was lying face down on the ground. The sergeant turned him over. Silk Manning. I don't expect worse than that. I can't walk. No, but you can stretch players. The sergeant lifted silk in his arms and stretched back up the slope to the ridge. Silk was unconscious when the top was reached. The sergeant turned him over to the air. Dig into the springs here. A little cold water will bring him around. When he comes, still give me a call. I'm going to find out what he was doing in that ravine. We shall not call you. The trench had been finished. Now the men waited for the sergeant's signal to light the bath fire. The flames kept closer and closer. Their half-breath reaching toward the top of the ridge. Still, the sergeant waited. Finally, he felt the suction from the fire drawing the air down the slope. And he gave the command. Oh, that bird at the end of the bush. The fire was lit along the ravine side of the trench. A tiny wavering line of flames at first. Then it began to move faster and faster. Drawn by the suction, the great fire was creating. And soon there was a patch of burnt ground all along the top of the ravine. It wiped. Six feet. Ten feet. Twenty feet. And finally the margin of safety had been achieved. The men on the ridge stood motionless. Their faces blackened with soot. They were smiling as they watched the fire burn itself out down the slope. The sergeant and king made their way to the trees to the spring. Fielder and silk were talking to the sergeant and stopped short to listen. Woo-hoo! They waited for you to set the fire. They got him and caught down there for the 70. I'm not as dumb as you. You'll see, God. I was looking for the others. Fielder hit my head on the rock. I came to a good walk by ankle. I had to crawl up that ravine. It would have been a good thing if we had left you and put Corgan on the other side. I knew I was somewhere around. They didn't even look for me. Well, it's good even though. But Corgan and his men who set the fire. Yeah, that's government's land. I'll turn a witness for the crown against them. What's good is it's on that. We've stopped it by our own. Maybe. Well, you're supposed to tap them back into the camp while you're playing fire. What? Hey, look! Corgan will burn that. Why should he? All you have to do is put them under the creek. They'll float down into the Yukon and from there on past the north level the way to the sea. I'm right here for you. I heard everything he said. He'll get his chance to testify for the crown. Your logs. Okay, I'll build them to write. I know, but Corgan hasn't tried anything yet or we deferred shooting from the camp. What? I'll send them to come over here. Meanwhile, at the camp, Duke Curtis, always impatient, was facing the floor of a mess cabin. Sam Warren, the other man who'd been left behind tried to calm him down. That's the reason someone had to stay behind Duke. Why? What's going to happen here? I know as much about fighting fires as anyone in this camp. And you're also one of the best shots. What's there to shoot at? Let's hope there'll be nothing. The smoke seems to be sending out a little bit. I can almost see the creek bank. Hey, that's what we should be doing. Let's roll in the bay. All right. Anything to make you happier? Let's go. Quiet, isn't it? All the birds and animals have cleared out. Yeah. What was that? Come on down to the log pile. Come on. Duke, let's have it up and in down there. Look, they see us. Ready with your guns. Why are you even trying to shoot at me? What is it? Duke, take cover. I'll show him. Duke, you've been hit. Corrigan, one of his henchmen, headed up the bank toward the two fallen men. Duke's eyes open. He saw Corrigan. His fingers tried to grasp his gun just beyond his reach. For the next second, Corrigan's boot connected solidly with his jaw. Corrigan, this is murder. They all said that even if they die, who's to know that we're responsible? I go ahead and get back to those logs and start dumping them in a creek. Hey, Corrigan! They're coming in. Hey, the crew's coming back. Yeah! Down with them downstream. Let's get out of here. Upstream, Luke. Come on. Corrigan and Luke, we've crossed the camp, carrying it into the woods. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Have you had the thrill lately of being right there in the ballpark when the lead-off man steps up to the plate? Have you been there to see the star players in person? See them wallop home runs? See the exciting double plays? Well, go piss the front another day. Come out to the ballgame as guests of a major or minor league team. Walk right through the gate free if you are 12 years or younger and bring mom or dad or another paying adult. Yes, you can get a free baseball ticket. No mailing, no waiting. It's right inside a package of Quaker Pop Wheat or Quaker Pop Rice or Muffet Shredded Wheat or buy Quaker Packer 10 and get two free baseball tickets. Names of teams and dates are on every ticket. Hurry to get your free baseball ticket in the special package of Quaker Pop Wheat or Rice, Muffet Shredded Wheat or Quaker Packer 10. They've gone less than 100 feet upstream and away from the creek when a silvery shape loomed ahead of them. I will! Now it's a dog. It's a mountain dog. It's King's dog. King sprang aside and disappeared among the trees as he saw the pistol leveled at him. Corgan changed his direction and ran on. Less than a minute later he saw King ahead of him again. Why you? He opened fire. One floor King ducked inside. Corgan looked wildly around and changed his direction a second time. But now King's barking seemed to keep pace with him. And yet it was impossible to see the dog. Corgan fired at the sound of the barking. King answered with a growl. Now Corgan's gun was empty. Forget about the dogs. Come on! You follow us. We'll never get away unless we stop them. You'll never get away except with your hands. It's good work, Sergeant. King tells us where Corgan is every minute. And now we find him with his gun empty. It'll be of no use to him. No, I'll take it, Corgan. They're under arrest in the name of the crown. I've broken no law. The first charge is arson. And they caught up in the camp that you have shook them into. Cluck me into this man who shot him. That's all I had to stop him. I warned him. Never mind the talk. You're both under arrest and the charge may be murder. Not one of Corgan's gang escaped. But the camp was tense with anxiety. of anxiety all at night. Although Sam responded quickly to the sergeant's first aid, Duke's eyes remained closed. And when Bert asked for a word of encouragement, the sergeant could only shake his head. The rafts were assembled the following day. That night, the sergeant suggested an immediate start for Dawson. Sure, Sergeant, he's letting the keepers here now. They'll get due to a hospital as quickly as possible. Right. Tip on the raft, won't hurt him. We'll take him aboard, caught in awe. Yes, Sergeant. Well, you first, you're asked. You'll be handling the sweep, aren't you? And I suppose you want the prisoners on board that raft, too. Yes, sir. I'll pass a word along with them in. Later, the rafts swung out from shore one by one. It was a silent journey down the Nyora and into the Yukon. And all night long, the sergeant kept watch beside Duke's cop, while King kept an eye on the sleeping prisoners. Toward Dawson, the sergeant noticed that Bert's head was drooping with willingness. I'll break over for a while, Bert. Oh, oh, for safe, Sergeant, is he? Is Duke still the same? I'll be seeing Dawson when they round to make spend. Won't be long before he's under a doctor's care. As if anyone could do more for him than you have. I'm no doctor. I remember the last time we were here, Jim Clark said, your men would die for you, Bert. And I said, I hope that will happen. Make it all so useless, Sergeant. Sure, I will, but bonus. Sure, I'll develop my claim. What's the difference? Don't get every one of the men who worked for me in this job as a share in the claim. But what do I do with Duke's share? For the next few minutes, the two men gave their attention to the river. The sergeant swung the raft around the last bend and headed toward the stormy old dock. The sun was rising over the eastern hills, and the sergeant noticed that King had changed his position, but now standing beside Duke's cop, the great dog looked toward his master. What is it, King? And then the sergeant saw Duke's head turn, and his hand reached out to Pat King. Bert, Duke's conscious. Look, Duke. Hi, you, boy. You and the sergeant have changed. Good company. And that's dartsing up there. We're nearly home, boy. Yeah, but that's the mangy crew you have up in front. Collegal and all his men. You know what they're trying to do? Yes, do. They're all under arrest. They're going to jail for arson and attempted murder. That sounds pretty good. We finish with our lumbering, and they start out. How long are you going to give them on the wood pie out there? I'll be up to the judge soon, but I can imagine what his sentence will be. 20 years of hard labor. All right. This case is closed. Whoa, whoa, whoa. 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Sergeant Preston reported to Inspector Conrad to learn the details of his next assignment. Constable Summers is going to Los Pine to investigate several trail robberies. Sergeant, I want you to join the constable. I think he'll need help. Very well, sir. Constable Summers has a brother living in Los Pine. If you have any trouble locating the constable, look for Gary. He'll be able to tell you where to find Summers. Right, sir. Sergeant Preston doesn't know that Constable Summers is already dead, but his brother, Gary, is in hiding. If Preston succeeds in finding Gary, they'll both be hunted, for Gary Summers is marked for murder. Be sure to hear 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 Boats Company, makers of Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice, the delicious cereal's shot from guns. By special recording in cooperation with the Mutual Broadcasting System. 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