 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 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 mounted police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers Gold, gold discovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the crondite in the wild race for riches Back to the days of the Gold Rock 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 As a parent would you fail your own child? You may be doing just that by ignoring the serious problems that our schools face today Overcrowding to the point where students must share desks and books, attend only half-day sessions, not enough teachers With the school population growing by a million every year, what will a situation be in ten years? Realizing that these educational problems must be solved President Eisenhower has called for a White House conference on education to be held in November As a citizen, as a parent, it's up to you to join your community's efforts toward better schools Start today by writing for free information on how to hold a community conference Write better schools to West 45th Street, New York, 36, New York Remember, better schools build better communities. This message is brought to you as a public service Headquarters in Dawson, Sergeant Preston stood by as Inspector Conrad traced a route on a large wall map with his index finger By traveling this way, you'll save time Sergeant. The community of Lost Pine is here in the valley south of Carl Pine Mountain This is a trouble spot. I sent Constable Summers to the Lost Pine to investigate trail robberies and a sale of firewater to Indians Is there an Indian village near Lost Pine? Well, tell your village is in the mountain. A missionary named Tom works among the Indians. He's the one who sent word of the robberies Oh? Any idea who's behind it, sir? Tom suspects Duke Milo. Milo owns a café in Lost Pine. Miners and prospectors may do too much talking about their goal and their claims while they're in the café Tom also mentioned a fellow who works for Milo. A big American named Rawhide Rawhide? A circular about him came from the space this morning Yes, Sergeant. He's wanted by the authorities in Seattle Unfortunately, Constable Summers knows nothing about Rawhide's criminal records Rawhide may be responsible for those trail robberies Precisely. The record of his past crimes makes him the logical suspect I want you to join Constable Summers at once, Sergeant. He may need help Very welcome Summers has a brother named Gary living near Lost Pine If you have any difficulty locating the Constable, his brother Gary may be able to tell you where to find him I'll start at once, Inspector Meanwhile, in the town of Lost Pine, Constable Summers was with his brother Gary in the office behind Duke Milo's café It was a large room. A door in one wall opened to the outside Rawhide, a huge man whose skin had the tough tanned appearance of old leather, stood with his back to the opposite wall Reeling against the door leading to the café As Duke Milo listened to Constable Summers, he brushed an imaginary speck of dust from his impeccably tailored coat Milo, I have proof that you and Rawhide are behind the robberies and killings going on around here What kind of proof, Constable? The statement of a prospector that Rawhide shot and left for good after he robbed him Prospector named Rawhide? That's right I've already been to Rawhide's cabin while I found this The parts of gold stolen from the murdered man Looks like that's what's a noose around Rawhide's neck Sure does, Gary Oh, you have proof against Rawhide, Constable That doesn't mean you have anything on me Well, oh, you dirty double-carter, you threw me to the law, would you? I won't take all the blame You're the one who tips me off, you dummy, who's carrying the gold? I split for the gift with you All right, so that's how you two work A man comes to the cafe, he eats well, has a few drinks, and he talks When he leaves here, Rawhide follows him You must feel pleased with yourself, Constable Thanks to Rawhide, you verified your suspicion Well, the rest is both of you Hey, Gary, put these hands up on them Sure thing, Jack You've taken a big chance, Constable, you're a long way from Dawson Here in Los Pine, I make my own mark Jack, here's the gun Don't be a fool, Milo, shooting me won't save you I said, will you? The next Marty who comes after you will take you in for murder Don't move, Gary Rawhide, see if he's dead Yeah, sure Yeah, you've got him Milo, he's dead already Still dirty, Gary Gary, if you try to make an outcry, I'll shoot you between the eyes What's stopping you? You're holding the gun? Rawhide and I know you found gold, we want to know where Hey, porch, we'll finish him the cafe or break him the door What do we do about the Marty's party? Put it in the closet And we'll place Gary's head with a gun barrel to keep him quiet We'll put him in the closet, too Stand still, Gary Gary's numbers had measured the distance between himself and the door leading to the outside He moved toward its lower And then decided to take a desperate chance Get out of here Hey, porch, he's getting away Duke wanted to know where Gary had found gold So instead of shooting to kill, he aimed only to slow Gary down One of his bullets struck Gary in the shoulder Gary staggered but kept going Before Duke could follow him The door to the cafe splintered beneath the weight of miners and prospectors Who had smashed it in Men crowded into the office, seconds after Rawhide has slammed the closet door Concealing the body of a dead Marty Quiet, boys Quiet down Where is Gary Summers and his brother? They can't bring him away in here, Duke What happened here? I don't know much more about it than you do, boys Four of us were standing here talking When someone from the outside started shooting at the constable through that window Is that right, Rawhide? Yeah, yeah, sure, boys The constable and Gary took off after him Hey, he'll be shooting at Constable Summers Who would be? Probably someone who has reason to be afraid of the law Rawhide, go after them See if you can help the constable and Gary Now let's all go back to the cafe and wait for the law to return Brings you in the house, boys Duke Milo was a convincing liar He led the way to the cafe talking rapidly In order to hold the attention of the excited crowd No one had noticed the blood stains on the floor of the office No one knew Rawhide meant to kill Gary Summers One of Duke Milo's bullets had struck Gary in the shoulder In spite of his wound, Gary headed for the hills Grateful for the cover of darkness And the falling snow that would conceal his tracks He felt sure that Rawhide and Duke Milo were following him With every step he realized the futility of trying to escape Only the desperate desire to avenge his brother kept him going A growing sense of weakness finally gave way to unconsciousness He fell to the ground and lay motion Several hours later, an Indian pounded on the door of a missionary's cabin I'll go, Dale Hornex, what is it? May come in Of course, is something wrong Who is it, Mary? It's Rhonox, Dad Doctor, come with Rhonox, pretty quick Hello, Rhonox What's the trouble? Much trouble We find white men in hills He must pass, shut in shoulder Loose plenty blood Where is he? We take the cave Why didn't you bring him here, Rhonox? Me able to travel faster alone Get your pocket, Mary We'll go to the cave at once He'll lead the way When Gary Summers regained consciousness He stared, unbelievingly, at the walls and ceiling of a large cave A single candle sputtered in drafty cavern Revealing a young girl, an elderly man, an Indian He's regaining consciousness Oh, hand me that cup of broth, Mary All right Yes Where am I? You're in a cave on tall mountains Oh, I'm Dr. Thornex This is my daughter, Mary Would you like to tell us what happened? In as few words as possible, Gary described the shooting of his brother And his escape from Milo's office And then making an effort to get to his feet My amor, so my life's easy, but right now I... You can't get up yet But Milo... Milo won't find you here I've got to get him You're a witness to a murder while he'd kill you on sight Last time I met him, I didn't have a gun Next time will be different Gary the law will punish you, Milo Law? Jack was the law He walked into Milo's place and he was shot Same thing can happen any other, Marty It showed himself in his heart We'll show you where to go Come on Let me go to Dawkins Get, Marty Boys won't do any good to bring the law Duke Milo has already killed one, Marty Won't stop at killing another one Warlocks traveled all night, pausing at daybreak To rest and to eat And then he pushed on over seldom used Indian trails few men knew about It was nearly noon when he saw a white man coming toward him A strong gust of wind caught at the man's parka The parka opened Warlocks caught sight of the scarlet tunic beneath it Here, Marty Warlocks raised his hand and greeted Here, Marty We won't talk I'm Sergeant Persson We hear you We won't Warlocks, eh? You in trouble? We're not in trouble White man in trouble Where? Lost Plain Lost Plain? That's right We come from there Teller named Summit Him's shot Constable Summers? Constable Summers, yes Brother's shot I'm heading for Lost Plain We'll go there Together We're good fellow, not in Lost Plain He's been here for 12 months Let me take you there All right, Warlocks Let's go Come on, thing In his office, Duke Milo frowned darkly as he stared out the window Rohite entered without knocking And then carefully closed the new door leading into the cafe Well, did you find Gary Summers? Uh, boys, nobody's seen him or heard of him since the shooting He's been gone nearly 48 hours Even with what took his village and the missionaries Coming up in the mountains looking for him You'd made sure that prospector was dead after you robbed him You wouldn't have been able to tell Constable Summers You were the one who shot him You could have gotten away with it You'd have let Summers take me in for that killer knife Don't talk like a fool I killed them only, didn't I? You killed him to save you You're not mine That's not true I killed him to save both of us Where'd you bury him? I took him up in the woods Cut a hole in the ice on the screen And shoved him under Good Now if we could just find Gary He's likely dead He's likely isn't good enough I want to be sure he's dead But what he knows, he can hang both of us Speaking of hanging my law I still think you'd have turned me over to the law If I wanted to turn you over to the law I could have gone to the Monies a long time ago They know about your record in Seattle They pin every one of those trail meters on you If I thought you'd tip them off I haven't You hadn't, buddy We're wasting time talking about it Get going Where? Keep looking for Gary Summers Oh, look, give him a working figure Then start asking questions about him Stick to the story that you're worried about him You'll figure he and his brother need help When you find him, you know what to do We'll continue our adventure in just a moment You should have been at the ball game today I saw three home runs And guess what? I got one of the home run balls Fellows and girls, why don't you get a free baseball ticket? 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Let me see him where? You give Matat old plenty of fire water And Matat talks You're already looking, Billy And that's it How do I know you're coming this way? Let me see Summers fella Him hurt Him hide so you and Milo not find him Me follow a girl named Thorne He go play for a fella high Where is he? Speak up, you'll pay Matat Matat tell All right, all right You tell him what are your stories You'll pay your pleddies, come on Great Scott Matat followed and married to the king Realizing Gary's danger Dr. Thorne hurried back to his sled For the first time in his life The kindly missionary used a whip on his dog It's Marshal Malin! Marshal! The trouble team put off at a fast pace With the whip cracking the scam Two inches in the ears They raced a tall mountain When Dr. Thorne arrived at the cave He found his daughter and Gary Talking to Sergeant Preston The great dog Yukon King Was at his master's side Wannock stood in the background Brad, this is Sergeant Preston I don't know you're Dr. Thorne Brad, glad to meet you, Sergeant Gary, you must leave here at once What's wrong, Dr. Thorne? Rawhide's all his way to this cave Why is Rawhide coming here? Probably to kill Gary I'll be find all about this cave Speaking rapidly, Dr. Thorne told Sergeant Preston How he'd overheard Maytas talking to Rawhide I knew Maytas was up to no good But I saw him call Rawhide I didn't know he followed Mary to this cave And that he'd found his mum to do my own Maytas, bad Indians Go there, baron, the damage is done now Dr. Thorne, do you have a gun? Of course not, Sergeant I'm gonna have me to fire on What about you, Gary? I'm not armed either, Sergeant But if you lend me your revolver I'd like a showdown with Rawhide I'd have a score to settle with a yellow Don't get his murdering pot You can best settle that score by staying alive As an eye witness to a murder Your testimony will hang, Duke, my Lord We'd leave King here to guard you Where are you going? To meet Rawhide But Sergeant Preston, how would you know Rawhide? You've never seen him I've seen a picture of him Just before I left Dawson He'll stay here, boy King You're going to stand guard I'll recall all this you may be needed here Who wants to go with you, Sergeant? He understands why I'm leaving him He'll find a warning if anyone approaches the cave He'll guard you with his life Me at next Me at next I'll find one, you and King will work together Stay with Gary, King Good boy Be careful, Sergeant Preston Rawhide's being here That's right, Sergeant Preston Might not kill my brother And he's going to pay for it, Guy You stay with King Sergeant Preston proceeded cautiously Until he reached a small clearing Then he took a position behind a heavy Growth of evergreen trees Wait Five minutes later He heard someone approaching the opposite side side of the clearing. The Mountie loosened a flap on his holster. As Rohide stepped into view, Preston called out shots. Let's fire North Rhyde. Off to the center of the clearing to move slowly. Roger, get your hands up on me. Who are you? Do yourself. Sergeant Preston, North Rhyde's mounted police. At the word police, Rohide made a fast grab for his guns. Preston's hand flashed his side. Rohide found himself staring helplessly into the bell of a heavy revolver. Well, Rohide, you want to finish that song? How do you know my name? I not only know your name, but I can detail some of the crimes you wanted for in Seattle. Yes. That dirty double-crossing pool catch. That lion, no good fessy dress dude. He swore he wouldn't break and blew. He would turn me into the Monty's mother. Beneath his hand, Rohide stayed flushed with Southern fury. Preston listened in surprise to the living curses the big man mowled against the partner he thought had betrayed him. Now he figures I know too much. I know he killed a Monty. He has to get me out of the way. My old told that engine to send me out of work. Just chasing it to fuel it. There he arrived, but Rohide was beyond control. As Preston saw the big man's bloodshot eyes, he knew he faced insane rage that recognized neither fear nor caution. Don't go for your gun, Rohide. Stop it. Preston fired, intending to smash Rohide's gun. But with animal cunning, the big man anticipated the shot. He dropped to his knees. Preston shot miss. The same instant Rohide fired. As Preston staggered back under the impact of a bullet in the arm, he fired. Rohide's gun was smashed, but the Monty had stumbled and fell. As he went down, he struck his head on a projecting rock and low motion. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Say, why aren't you fellas and girls out at the ballpark these days watching those home runs walloped into the grandstands, eating peanuts, popcorn and hot dogs? Come out to the ballgame as guests of a major or minor league team. All over the country, kids 12 years or younger are seeing major or minor league games free. All you do is bring mom or dad or another paying adult. And you get your free baseball ticket immediately inside packages of Quaker Pop Wheat, Quaker Pop Rice and Muffet Shredded Wheat. You'll find two free baseball tickets inside Quaker Packer 10. Names of teams and dates are on every ticket. So be guest of your favorite team at the ballpark. Press to the store with your mom and grab free baseball ticket packages of Quaker Pop Wheat or Rice, Muffet Shredded Wheat, or Quaker Packer 10, which has two free tickets. The more packages of these delicious Quaker cereals you get, the more free baseball tickets you get. Holding stock in Creston, Roy Hyde stood for a moment staring at his useless gun. And then obsessed with the desire for revenge against Milo, he turned and ran for the clearing, leaving Creston unconscious on the ground. Goaded by his mounting rage, Roy Hyde hurried through the hills. He didn't slacken his pace until he reached Duke Milo's cafe and lost time. He walked to the rear of the long narrow building and headed Milo's office from the outside. Let's be out of here, find me that door, all right? All right. Muffet, why are you pulling a knife? If you had money, smash my gun. I could use this knife on you, Milo. But I wanted to save it for you. Oh, you go home. I want you to make a play for that sneaky gun, Milo. You can't surprise me like you did someone else. Don't turn me into the muddies, will you? Get them off of me while it's being wanted in Seattle. I didn't tip my head like this. Here's Roy Hyde. He knew all about Seattle. You told him all about it. No, no, no. I didn't listen to that. Go on, Roy Hyde. Duke Milo was stronger than he looked. With one hand, he'd lift Roy Hyde's wrist, straining to escape the blade of the knife. For the other hand, he reached chronically for the gun concealed beneath his shoulder. It's a razor sharp blade. Why do Milo's go down to let the holster? For the same time, Duke grabbed the gun. He took it free and fired. Roy slumped to the floor. Duke made sure Roy Hyde was dead. Then he holstered his gun. I must have lost his mind. Roy figured I'd show up to the muddies. Someone will come here to investigate those shots. Duke opened the door to the cafe. Good thing the place is empty. Better take a look up back. Opening the door a few winters Milo looked at. He saw a man running toward him. He's coming here. For a long moment, Duke studied the approaching stranger. The man's parka was open at the throat. Beneath the parka, Duke saw a scarlet tuner. Scarney Timani? Duke closed the door and reached beneath his coat. He snatched his gun, but the weapon caught in the holster. It had been flashed by Roy Hyde's knife. Twisting the gun, he holed it free. Then holding the barrel firmly, he took a position behind the door and waited. The door opened. Preston stepped into the room. Using his gun as a club, Duke brought it down on Preston's head. Preston's knees buckled and he went down. How to drag him out of the door. Charming his gun into the holster, Duke grabbed him out of beneath his shoulders. Preston's body was at dead weight. As Duke struggled to move him, he heard a new sound. He saw the great dog King charging toward the open doorway. There was no mistaking the dog's attention. Duke reached for his gun to holster husky, but again the weapon was caught in its holster. Duke tried, planically, to get it free, but it was too late. King leaped through the open doorway. The dog's face struck Milo and Preston through to the floor. He lay there helplessly, pinned down by the dog who's threatening Frank. Meanwhile, Sargeant Preston was regaining consciousness. He was stunned and badly shaken from the blow on his head. He heard the stiles and growls that they were coming from a great distance. He shook his head and sat up. As his brain said, he realized what had happened. He rose to his feet with his gun in his hand. Let it be King, I'll take over now. I'll see if it's on your feet. Ah, sneak gun, eh? Give me a chance to explain. Sargeant, are you all right? Yes, I'm all right. It's really summer. Surprised to see me, Milo. Sargeant, this is the man who killed my brother. And he'll be charged with the murder, Gary. Take a look at Roy. Do you want to see if he's alive? Yeah, sure. I thought you were going to stay in the cave. But Sargeant, Gary thought you might need help. He insisted on coming here. Gary asked King to lead us through you. Oh, I wondered why King disobeyed orders. He didn't disobey them, Sargeant. Gary did. All right, get all right. He was shot several times. It was self-defense. He came at me with an axe. There's no difference what it was, Milo. You hang anyway for killing Jack. I swore I'd settle that with you myself. But I guess Jack would rather have it this way. All right, where's your father? Right here, Sargeant Preston. I couldn't quite be paced with the younger folks. So what are tonight, Gary? Well, I... I see you have everything under control. But your arm, you've been wounded. Well, put handcuffs on Milo and then perhaps you'll examine it. Yes, of course. Well, let me put the handcuffs on Milo, Sargeant. Oh, do I have Gary? It'll be a pleasure. Good going, Mr. Sargeant. Milo's handcuffed. Now look at your arm. All right, Sargeant. What's the prisoner doing? I'm watching him, too. I hope he tries to escape. Sargeant, how soon do you start for Darcy? It was Milo and his bandages, Wannick. Why? Me who I go with you. I've got prisoners. We'll both go with him, Wannick. The King is really all the help that's been brought to me. Ah, him fine dog. Wannick, how about helping me? What me do? Help me work my gold claim. Gold claim? Yes. I'm going to give you a share of it. Why do you do that? Because you've done plenty for me. I'd like to do something for you. You'll be a rich man, Wannick. Yeah, maybe get going. Now fill school and villages. That's a splendid idea. Is it a deal, Wannick? Yeah, it's a deal. You know, even though we've no proof, Milo, so far with the Indians, I'm sure that problem is solved. Now that he's out of circulation and real high in his den. I'll take his body to Dawson and we'll notify the authorities in Seattle. What about this wound doctor? Oh, you're flexible. Oh, good. I'm anxious to file for Dawson as soon as possible and report to the inspector that this case is closed. We'll return in just a moment for the word about our next exciting adventure. Young America keeps its musical knowledge up to date by listening to For the Ramatimes starring Johnny Desmond. Every Saturday, Johnny presents a roundup of the platters that are making musical history from coast to coast. In addition, he brings such outstanding big-name guests as Teresa Brewer, the Fontaine sisters, and Bill Haley's comic. Guest disc jockeys from every section of the country appear regularly to report to listeners on the top tunes in each of their hometown areas. And interesting teenagers appear on For the Ramatime to bring their viewpoints on what young America is thinking about and talking about in music and other fields as well. 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