 Sergeant Preston of the Yukon! And then, on your knees! Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo! Gold! Gold is covered in the Yukon! Back to the days of the Gold Rush! And the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wondered-of Yukon King as they meet the challenge of the Yukon in their relentless pursuit of lawbreakers! The Quaker Roach Company, makers of Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice, the delicious cereal shot from guns, and the mutual broadcasting system present by special recording, Sergeant Preston of the Yukon! Our adventure will begin in just a moment. Is your youngster a problem child in the classroom? Maybe it's because our schools themselves are such a problem. Maybe your child is sharing desk and textbook with another child who is also finding it hard to learn under such conditions. Nearly a million new students a year are entering schools that are sorely overcrowded and understaffed. 400,000 new teachers will be needed within the next 10 years. President Eisenhower has pointed the way by calling a special White House conference on education to take place in November. Meanwhile, states and communities are organizing their own conferences to discuss local school problems. Carry the ball for your community. Write for free information on how to hold a community conference. Write better schools to West 45th Street, New York, 36th New York. Remember, better schools build better communities. This message is brought to you as a public service. Sergeant Preston knew there was a trading post somewhere in the forest, but he wasn't sure of its exact location, so he let King choose the trails they should follow. From his experience on many such patrols, the great dog knew his master wished to stop at every place where men were living, so he led the team straight to the post. The traitor and his wife came out to meet the sergeant. Hello there. Okay, how are you? Good afternoon. You're Tom White? That's right. This is my wife, Mary. I'm Sergeant Preston, north-western of the police. We're pleased to meet you. Come on in. Get more. Thank you. What brings you to the Black Forest, sergeant? Are you on your way to the Indian Village? Yes, but first I want to talk with you. Sit down. Go to the show. Thank you. What's that sticking out of your pocket? An arrow. I don't know whether you're aware of it or not, but it's been a gold strike on Big Bear Creek, few miles from South. Why, no, sir. We haven't seen anyone but the Indians since December. You're our first real visitor in six months. Well, there are nearly a hundred miners that have stayed claims on the creek. This arrow is found sticking in the door of one of their cabins this morning, and a piece of paper was tied to the sat. Just one word. Go. Chief Warnock speaks English, and you can write a little, sergeant. Well, undoubtedly he's responsible. I'd like a little information about his tribe. How long have you been here? About a year and a half now. Had any trouble with the Indians? Well, no, not that you'd call trouble. You can't say they're friendly, Tom. No, but when they found out I wasn't going to haunt a trap in the forest that all I wanted to do was trade for their houses. They didn't make any difficulty about our state. We've had no trouble. But you might have, if you wanted to trade. Yes, indeed. This is their forest. They'll not stand for any outsiders moving in. So they've warned the miners to leave. Might be better if they did. Well, I'll have a talk with the chief. I can make him understand that these miners are only interested in gold. It might be all right. Oh dear, the baby's awake. Excuse me, sergeant. Oh, of course. Sergeant, would you stay for supper? Well, I'd like to, Tom, but I want to reach the Indian Village before dark. This is far, only about five miles due west. It's getting dark already. I'll take advantage of your invitation some other time. At the Indian Village, the sergeant found the chief proud, hostile, and unwilling to admit the right of anyone to invade the forest. But the sergeant finally persuaded him that since Bear Creek was at the southern edge of the forest that the miner's only interest was in gold, they wouldn't interfere in any way with the Indian's trapping and hunting. He left the village for the chief's promise to keep the feast. He returned to the creek where he called a meeting of the miners. That's right, Sergeant. Listen to the sergeant. Men, I've had a talk with Chief Wanook. I have his word that the Indians will leave you alone. But in return I had to make a promise for you. I expect you to keep it. What sort of promise, Sergeant? Simply that you'll stay out of the forest. Well, I'm sure we'll agree to that. I mean completely. There's another stand of timber about five miles to the south and there's plenty of game there. You may hunt there as much as you care to. Just keep out of the black forest. That understood? You bet. Good. And you'll not have any trouble with Chief Wanook. I hope you'll all become millionaires. The sergeant left the camp to continue his patrol and the miners went back to work. There was no interference with their routine until one night, nearly a month later, a big black-bearded French Canadian stopped his team in front of Matt Bray's cabin. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Well, honey, you were new around here. We? Well, come on in. My name is Matt Bray. Oh, they call me Pierre Noir. In English you say, black peat. Right? Well, sit down, peat. And for you to talk. You were in the state of claims? No. I am a hunter and a trapper. I think maybe I should carry a bull. Tell me to the miner. That might not be a bad idea. Maybe you like to buy horses. Carry a bull right now, eh? I have it on the sled. I charge $20. Eh? You shot a cannibal around here. We? This afternoon. Where? In the forest to the north. In the west. What does it matter? Well, here's the secret code. Naturally, there's no way you could have known about it, but that's forbidden grounds. What you've done could start an Indian uprising. This might end up with all of us getting scouted. Ah, why should you be afraid of a few low-goody men? There are more than a few. It isn't a question of being afraid. The government recognizes that forest as Indian hunting grounds. We're only obeying the law when we stay out of it. Me? I am where I please. Ah, listen. The tribe in that forest has had little contact with white men. And they don't make any distinctions between us. We'll be blamed for what you do. Well, if you want to hunt, hunt to the south, then we'll buy you meat. All right, all right. I answer this out. Okay. I only hope you won't see me, Saturday. No one saw me. Did you skin the caribou where you shot it? We, and the skin is on my sled. What is left behind, the wool will soon clean up. You do not have to worry. Ah, you buy a hunch? Well, I suppose you might as well. There's a shed out in back. You can hang the meat in there. Well, we have to go. We? That is good. Uh, Matt, maybe you would let me spend the night here. Well, if you want to roll up on the floor. We, that will be fine. You are a good friend. We have to be good friends. Pete wasn't a hunter or a trapper. He was a thief. And that night, after he'd stretched out on the floor near the stove, he only pretended to go to sleep. Matt's bag of gold had been put back on the shelf at the foot of the miner's cot, and Pete meant to steal it. He waited until Matt began to snore a little. Then he threw aside his blanket and tipped it across the room to the shelf. He reached for the bag. His hands were on it when one of the floorboards creaked beneath his weight. Matt woke up. There was enough light in the stove for him to see what Pete was doing, and he ripped out a gun from beneath his mattress. All right. That's why you belong, Pete. Oh, I only wanted to hefty bag to see how much was in it. Get away from there. But you do not think I meant to take it? That's just what I think. We'll have a miner's meeting in the morning and see if the rest of them agree with me. Matt called in his two nearest neighbors, Jonathan Moore and Harry Lang. Pete was bound hand and foot. The following morning, a miner's meeting was held in front of Matt's cabin. Matt told his story. Ah, he's guilty all right. You want to stand guard, Allen, so the sergeant returns with patrol, Matt? No, and I don't want to go all the way to Darshan to press charges against him. The main reason I called this meeting was so you could all have a look at him. Now, if you have, I say random out of camp. How can he throw? We'll give him back his rifle. Yeah, he doesn't have much in the way of food on his sled. He needs a rifle to hunt. But snuck in the black forest, mister. You're hitting south from here, you understand? We, I understand. Then get going and don't come back. Black Pete headed south when he left the camp, but only until he was out of sight. Then he made a wide circle. And shortly after noon, he entered the black forest miles to the west of the camp. At first, this move was prompted by nothing more than an angry defiance of mass orders. But as he entered the forest, he had an idea. A trade of trouble with the Indian Air. But I make trouble for them. I make climate trouble. Much, much, much, much, much, much, much, much. The trail he was following led to the trading post. When he saw it in the clearing ahead, he stopped his team. Whole, whole, whole. No sense in showing myself there. I cut back and take another trail. I find what I'm looking for this for long. But just then, two Indians entered the clearing from the west. He grabbed his rifle from the sled and jumped behind the tree. He caught the first of the Indians in his sights. Trouble. They have plenty of trouble. 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Inside the post, Tom White had seen the two Indians approaching the store. But as he turned to open the door, he heard two shots. He turned back to the window. The two Indians were lying face down in the snow. Mary. What's the matter? Did I hear a shooting? Yes, look, there's two Indians. Are they doing it? They've been shot. Where you going? Help me with this, Quaker. You're not going out. Whoever shot them, they shoot you. I hear a dog team heading south. Whoever shot them is clearing out. You can't be sure. And they can't just leave them lying there. Hand me my rifle. I'm coming with you. No. Tom held his rifle ready as he left the store. But he could see no one around the edge of the clearing. And he ran to the Indians. A moment later, Mary joined him. Tom, I think he's really, really... Dead. Both of them. Both of them? What could have done? It must have been some other Indian. There's no one else in the forest. But why? How should I know? I suppose the only thing to do is take them inside and then go to the village and tell the chief... You don't have to do that. There's some more of them coming along this way. Tom, why are they pointing at us? Stunderation, Mary. They think I did it. Quick, back inside the post. They may not wait for that. This is bad news. Bad news. About an hour later, Sergeant Preston drove into the mining cabin. He was immediately surrounded by the man. Matt told him of Black Pete's attempted robbery. Of course, he didn't know when you were coming in today, Sergeant. He's the one who held him. There wouldn't have been any point, Matt. Of course, it is what a good endorsement the first charge is. He didn't have enough evidence to convict him. Look, I saw him with his hands on my bag of gold ash. And he said he was only lifting it to see how heavy it was. A likely story. Touching something doesn't constitute possession. There was no real basis for a robbery charge. Well, that doesn't matter. He's gone and I still have my gold. But we're all a little worried about that terrible he killed in the forest yesterday. Yeah. Well, Sergeant, we were wondering if you'd go to chief Warren Newcombe and tell him we had nothing to do with it. Yeah, in case you would see. I shall. I may as well do it now. A lot of things. King was looking toward the forest. And as the men turned with the sergeant, they saw a great column of smoke rising toward the sky some distance away. There's forest fire in the middle of the winter. That's no forest fire. Indian village? It isn't that far away. My guess is the tating forest. And the Indians have set fire to it. We'll soon find out. Find the danger. We'll make sure the rest of you go with it. No, we'll be traveling fast. And they'll follow you. But though King was working in harness and the team responded to his urging with all their speed, the early dust of the North land was falling over the trails and the fire was out by the time the post was reached. Okay, follow you. As the sergeant unharnessed King, he surveyed the ruins. The front of the building, the store, had been completely gutted. But evidently, when the store roof had fallen in with its heavy blanket of snow, the fire had been checked. The kitchen door was opened and the sergeant and king entered the building. The kitchen black with soot was almost intact. The living room beyond was a total wreck. The sergeant turned back to the bedroom and left off the kitchen. It was empty. From the floor he picked up a knitted blue shawl. King sniffered. The sergeant gave the command reluctantly, afraid that King would start toward the mass of debris at the front of the building, but Tom, his wife, and Sonny were lying dead somewhere beneath the fallen roof. It was was released that the sergeant followed King through the kitchen and out of the post. At least they weren't killed in here before the fire was set. But they may have been taken prisoner. King crossed the clearing and entered the forest heading north. A freshly broken trail packed hard wound through the trees. North. This is a way from the Indian village. They're beginning to get the idea now, King. Somehow, Tom and his wife and baby escaped from the forest. They took this trail and the Indians followed them. Keep going, boy. An hour later, it was full night, but the northern lights began to sweep across the sky. There was no difficulty in following the trail. King never slackened his face, even when he began to growl low in his throat. The sergeant noticed footprints leaving off in the trail to the right and the left. Until finally it was no longer hard packed and clearly marked. There were only two sets of footprints leading on. Sergeant threw his gun. Indians all around us, boy. Never mind. Keep on. The trees began to thin out, and soon they found themselves in the open at the foot of a rocky hill that rose like an island in a sea of pine. Halfway up the slope there was the opening of a cave, and the footprints and the snow led directly toward it. They must be safe, King. Tom White challenged them as they near the entrance of the cave. Don't move another step or I'll shoot. Tom, it's Sergeant Paulson. Come in, Sergeant. You had to find your safe. How's the baby? How's he? Indians all around us. I'm wondering who weren't shot as you came up the hill. On its nose I represent the law. But why have they burned the post? Why are they after you? They think I killed two of the tribes. Why? Two Indians were shot as they were crossing the clearing in front of the post. Then some other Indians saw me bending over them with a rifle in my hand. Who shot them? We don't know. He heard someone driving away right after it happened, but we didn't see anyone. I decided it wasn't safe to stay at the post. I was certain it was right about that. We saw the smoke burn completely. The door's gone. I'll have to talk with Winook and convince him you're innocent. A man called Black Pete was caught stealing from a miner last night. He has a rifle and he'd like nothing better than to cause trouble between the miners and the Indians. But to kill two men in cold blood seemed to be the problem. From what I've heard of him, he doesn't think of the Indians as human beings. Tell me, you heard someone driving away right after the shots of the man? South from the post, Sergeant. He may be able to follow the trail. First he'll have a talk with Winook. The sergeant stepped into the open and raised both his hands high above his head. Hey, Winook! I wish to talk with you! The sergeant stood motionless, hands still above his head, waiting. Minutes passed in utter silence. But then a voice called out from the cover of the trees at the foot of the hill. The chief showed himself and walked slowly up the hill. When he was less than 50 feet away from the sergeant, at least 100 Indians poured over the top of the hill behind the sergeant and surrounded him completely. All of them were armed with shotguns, spears, and long knives. Tell your men to put down their weapons, Winook. You're my prisoner. Traitor. Woman. Tapu's prisoner. You believe the traitor shot two of your brains? That's right. That isn't true. The braids were shot by a man named Black Pete. Black Pete? Geronimoire? You know him? Him kill Walnut's son two years back. Well, then? But Walnut thinks you play tricks, make up stories. Black Pete him pray to him back here. Him plenty pray. He has come back, and I mean to capture him. No, you make up stories. You find out about Walnut's son. You say you capture Black Pete. But all you do is take Traitor Winnie. You go. Me take Traitor, Woman, Tapu's to village. No. You come to village with Black Pete by morning. Traitor lives. If you not come, him die. I'll do my best to find Black Pete. But under no condition must you harm the Traitor. If you do, you'll be guilty of murder yourself. Walnut has spoken. Sergeant, Mary and I have been talking it over. Why don't you agree to his proposition? Let him hold you hostage. All three of us are prisoners now. This way they'll at least let you go. And if you can catch Black Pete before morning, everything will be fine. But if I don't find him, it's worth it to me. They may kill us all right now if you don't take him. And, well, but I promise you that whether I find Pete or not, I'll be at the village before morning. And Walnut will have to kill me before he touches you or your wife or the baby. Walnut! Walnut! Mr. Bargin, I have your word that no harm will come to the Traitor before morning. Walnut promised. And you have my promise, Tom. Let's go, King. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Watch the premiere of Sergeant Preston of the Yukon on television Thursday. Thursday is the big night, the premiere of the adventure series you've loved on radio. Starring Sergeant Preston, his big black horse Rex, and his wonder dog Yukon King. Their brand new stories packed with adventure mystery romance bravery, everything the whole family liked. Now you can actually see Sergeant Preston fighting hand-to-hand with desperadoes of the Yukon. Actually see his dog King leap at gold-hungry killers. You'll see magnificent scenery unfold before your eyes, rushing rapids of rivers, and later terrifying avalanches and snow slides. It's something new and different in television. Brought to you on a coast-to-coast network by all the Quaker serials. Quaker puff wheat and rice, Quaker oats and mother's oats, Muffet shredded wheat, and Quaker pacco tens. Remember it's every Thursday evening, starting this week, the exciting premiere of Sergeant Preston of the Yukon on television. Check your newspaper for the time, and the station nearest to you. Now to continue. For dawn the following morning, Mary White huddled in a blanket on the floor of the Lodge where she and Tom were being held prisoners. She held sunny coats, cruelling a lullaby. Tom had ripped away a corner of the deer skin that covered the window and was looking up. I've always complained about the length of the nights up here in winter. This one seemed mighty short. He's just getting right. This will be so much better. Going on up there. They're lighting a fire in front of these slides. Don't worry, Tom. The sudden they'll be here, he gave you a promise. But if he comes alone, what good will I do? He knows what he'll be doing. I don't know. They're all running back and forth. There must be some reason for all that shouting. They're getting their weapons. Is anyone coming, the sergeant? It's dark to see the end of the village. So wait a minute. The fire's being up now. Yes, there's the sergeant. Alone? Alone. There are at least 50 men with him. The miners. But no sign of Blackfeet. Yes, a big Blackfeet of men walking in front of the sergeant wearing handcuffs. He's done it, Mary. He's done it. Heavens. Sergeant Keepworth, you come with me now. Oh, yes, yes. Thank heaven. The sergeant was his prisoner and with all the miners standing in a solid rank behind him had stopped in front of a chief line. Now, as Warnock advanced toward him, Blackfeet backed with me. Warnock, you cannot do this thing. Why should you be afraid of Warnock? You deny killing his son. You deny killing those two Indians at the post. You cannot leave me here with them. They will torture me. They will burn me alive. Why? All right, all right. I confess to you. If you only take me away, give me trial in Boston. And first what? I shot the chief's son two years ago. I shot those Indians yesterday. I wanted to make trouble between the Indian and the miner. I thought Warnock and his men would attack them. Massacre them. That's why we found you hiding so close to the camp. Waiting for a massacre. Waiting to steal gold from dead men. Oui, oui. That is what I plan to do. I have a craziness in the air, Sergeant. It is right for you to arrest me, to put me in jail. But please, please do not leave me here. I never had any intention of leaving you here. What, that? No, Warnock. He's been placed under arrest in the name of the crown. He'll be taken to Dawson and tried for murder. You must come with me and testify against him. There's no doubt he'll be found guilty and he'll be sentenced to hang. Only the law can execute a man. Maybe it's better that way. It's the only way. Now, Warnock, you may have been wondering why I bought all the miners with me. Little while, and he's afraid you'll make fights. You saw I raised hands. I bought them because they want to be friends. They want to smoke a peace pipe with you, and you should know that they helped me capture Black Pete. That's good. Me calm for a fight. The next, the name, no time. Mrs. White, the men from the creek want to thank you. This is Matt Brady. How do you do? How do you do? Well, you see, this way, Mrs. White, you come. We figured that by letting yourself be held as hostage last night and given the sergeant a chance to capture Pete's tracks, you saved us all a mess of trouble. Saved our cabins and our gold dust, and maybe even our lives. So we decided we'd like to make you a little present here. What is it? Gold, of course, but we couldn't hurt yours. You'll need it to stock your store again. There is no store. That will all help you build a new one. What? That is, if it's all right, you can look for us and come into the forest. Ah, you friend of Prater, me friend of Prater, all friend of Prater helped build a new store. Good one, Oaks. That means there'll be peace in the Black Forest from now on. And as soon as the law takes care of Black Pete, this case will be 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 I'll guess the contestants and see if you know the right answer before they do. Even if you don't know, it 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 outdoor 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. When the notorious Herb Button and his two friends robbed an old sourdough and his granddaughter of their gold and escaped, leaving King for dead, Sergeant Preston soon trailed them to their hideout. Great, all of you are covered. Hey, look, Preston and another Mountie. Let him out, let's, boys! Barton and his men were determined not to be taken. Can the Mounties escape their bullets and turn the tables on the killers? Be sure to hear this next exciting adventure. These Sergeant Preston of Yukon Adventures are brought to you every Monday through Friday at this time by the Quaker Roads Company. Makers of Quaker Pop Week and Quaker Pop Rice. The delicious cereals shot from guns. 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