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For instance, be sure to include enough math and science courses. Your 40 professions need a background in these two subjects. If you later decide that you want to study for medicine or engineering or teaching, then you'll be ready, and you'll be that much further along in college. In tomorrow's technical world, this training you get today will pay off in better jobs. Don't be afraid of math and science. It may seem a little tough now, but someday you'll be glad you've got an early start. So choose your next year's courses well. Use the math and science courses you need, and keep the door to your future open. This message is brought to you as a public service. The carriage of the Good Samaritan Hospital at Dawson City looked up from his desk as a stranger entered his office. The visitor was a typical old sourdough, gnarled and leathery, with a skin toughened by long exposure on the open trail. You with the head and sore bones around here? I'm the doctor, yes. I understand you've got a patient here named Marty Collier. Martin Collier? We had a patient by that name. You mean he checked out? I'm sorry to say he died about a week ago. Died? Typhoid fever. Great. Jay, I'm probably sorry to hear that. Were you a friend of his? Sure was. Marty and me were partners. Didn't he leave nothing for me, a message or a letter or something like that? He did leave a letter for someone. I have it in my drawer. Yes, here it is. May I ask your name? Joe Bego. Cracky, I'm sure that letter must be for me. Yes, you're right. It's addressed to Joe Bego. There you are. Thank you, Doc. Thank you. I'm certainly sorry you didn't get to see your friend before he died. Yes, sure, sure, sure, my. But we all got to go sometime, eh, Doc? Well, so long. Goodbye. Joe Bego thrust the letter inside his pocket and hurried back to his hotel. It was not yet five in the afternoon, but darkness had already fallen. When he reached the door of his hotel room, he inserted the key in the lock. Oh, that's funny. It's a lot. I reckon I must have forgotten to lock him. Eh, what intonation did I do with those matches? There they are. Now to get some light in here. Good evening, Joe. Snake eye. That's right. Long time, no see. You and Marty shouldn't have run out of us that way, Joe. We had a hard time finding you. Just to be on the safe side, let's see if you're packing any hardware. Oh, six gun, eh? Just really do that if you don't mind. What do you want? I'll give you three guesses. I ain't got the gold snake eye on a stain. Not here you haven't. I know that already. Because I searched the room while I was waiting for you to get back. Then you know I'm telling the truth. I said I know you haven't got the gold here. I reckon you know where to lay your hands on it. No, no, I swear. That's a sniveling old fool. What do you aim to do with me? I mean, I'm going to squeeze that truth out of you. First we're taking a little trip, you and me. Trip? The Grand Forks. Clint Sutter is mighty anxious to see you. Now turn around and start moving. Snake eye's team was hitched up and waiting outside the hotel. He forced Joe to sit on the sled and then headed eastward out of town. Several hours later they arrived in Grand Forks, a raucous community which had grown up at the junction of Bonanza and El Dorado creeks. Snake eye halted his team in front of a garish establishment which bore a sign reading, Clint Sutter's Poker Gold Cafe. Oh, thank you much for there. All right, get up off the sled and go on inside. This was stashed man with a diamond stick pin in his tie standing behind the bar. His face broke into an evil grin as the two men approached. Well, well. Howdy, Clint. Joe's anxious to have a little chat with his boss. Oh, sure. We're anxious to have a little chat with him. I think you're scared. Snake eye, it was staying at the Victoria Hotel. What about the girl? I searched his room but it wasn't there. How about it, Joe? What'd you do with it? I ain't got the gold, Clint. Honest, I ain't. I don't know nothing about it. Don't lie to me, you double-crossing rat. I know very well you and Marty sneaked off with the gold that night when we make camp after holding. No, no, you got me all wrong, Clint. It was Marty who took the gold, not me. And took you along for company, I suppose? Yeah, that's right. I mean, no. He pulled a gun on me, made me go with him. You're a dirty liar. Looks like he needs a little persuading, boss. No, no. Wait a minute. I'll tell you the truth. That's better. Hurry up and start talking. You and me and Marty did sneak off with the gold. We headed south. But a few days later, we had to brush with the Mounties. So we figured we'd better split up. What'd you do with the gold? We buried it somewhere down near the Stewart River. What do you mean, somewhere? It was somewhere out in the bush. We grew a map showing how to find the exact spot. And we tore the map in two and each took half. And we're going to meet in Dawson later on and match up the hair. Hey, Clint, I bet Marty's half of the map wasn't that letter he left for Joe. What letter are you talking about? You know what letter he's talking about? Marty Collier died in the hospital. The snake I found out from the dock that he left a letter addressed to you. Oh. So you know about that, huh? Yeah, so don't try and hold not on us. Let's have your half of the map and the letter. All right, all right. Here's my half of the map. And here's the letter. I ain't even open it yet. I'll open it right now. There's no map in here. Some kind of a written message. What did you say, Clint? Dear Joe, it looks like I'm due to cash him a chip. So I'm sending my half of the map to my brother Ralph down in Seattle. His address is written below. He didn't touch with him. Let him have my share of the gold. So long and good luck, Marty. Dirty skunk, he's tricked us. We can't find the gold without the other half of the map. Yeah, that's right. But maybe we can get the other half. Oh. We'll have Joe here right to Marty's brother. And arrange a meeting here at my café. You're slally? Yeah. Hey, smart idea, Clint. Smart idea. It was more than two months later that a man and a small boy entered mounted police headquarters in Dawson City. Sergeant Preston was seated at his desk with the great dog, King, curled up beside his chair. Sergeant greeted his visitors. Good morning. Good morning, Sergeant. My name's Ralph Collier. Well, I know you. I'm Sergeant Preston. And this is my son, Frankie. Hello, Frankie. I'm pleased to meet you. Is this your dog? That's right. His name's King. Shake hands with Frankie, boy. Oh, you look at that, Dad. He's sitting up on his high leg and holding out his bra. You seem to like dogs, Frankie. I'll say I do, especially big ones like King. Frankie's always been crazy about dogs, Sergeant. He has one of his own back in the States, but we had to leave him behind. Sergeant, the reason I came here was to ask for favor. Sort of a favor. We just arrived in Dawson this morning. And now I have to go out and see a man at Grand Forks. I don't like to leave my son alone at the hotel, so I... Well, I was wondering if Frankie could stay here at headquarters while I was gone. Well, I don't see why not. May I play with King? Of course. King's always glad to have a round-parcher, boy. I certainly appreciate your kindness, Sergeant. How long will it take to get there? Do you have a dog team? No, I was going to have one. Well, let's see. Now, you want to go to Grand Forks. Try, Frankie, to King's kennels on the edge of town. You've got a dog team there. And with the team, you should reach Grand Forks in about three hours. Fine. In that case, I should be back before supper this evening. Many thanks, Sergeant. Don't mention it. Goodbye, son. Be a good boy while I'm gone. I shall, Dad. Goodbye, Sergeant. And thanks again. When Walt called your reach Grand Forks, he inquired the way to Clint Sutter's poker gold cafe. A few moments later, he halted his team from the cafe. Ho, ho, ho, ho! I'm looking for a man named Joe Bego. Joe Bego? See, you wouldn't be wrong. That's right. Well, I'm mighty pleased to meet you. I'm Clint Sutter. How do you do? Joe's upstairs right now. He's been expecting you to show up one of these days. I tell you, you go in the back room and sit down. I'll go get you. All right, fine. Walt went in the back room to wait. A few moments later, Clint Sutter and Snake Eye entered. They had to meet Ralph Collier. I can't. You've been expecting him. Howdy. Regan, you got that letter I wrote you. I got the letter Joe Bego wrote me. What do you mean by that? Just what I said. You implying that I'm not Joe Bego? That's exactly what I'm implying. According to my brother, Joe Bego is an old man, nearly bald. You obviously don't fit the description. You're pretty smart, ain't you, Collier? Smart enough to know you two aren't on the level. Now, if you'll get out of my way, I'll believe it. Hold it, mister. This gun says you're staying right here. And if you don't want him to pull that trigger, get better hand over the other half of the map. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. The ballpark. Come on up to the game. Come now as guests of your favorite team. It's your chance to get free baseball tickets. If you're 12 years old or younger, you can see a major or minor league baseball game free with a paying adult. To get your free ticket, here's all you do. Get a package of Quaker Puff Tweet or Quaker Puff Price or Muffet Shredded Tweet. Tear off a box top and send with your name and address to baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. Details are right on the ticket. Don't lose a day. Hurry. For each free ticket, send a box top from Quaker Puff Tweet or Puff Price or Muffet Shredded Tweet. Or get Quaker Paco 10. Send the guarantee seal, and you'll receive two free baseball tickets. Write down this address quick. Before you forget, baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. Send right away. Clint Sutter and Snake Eye failed to trick Rolf Collier. Snake Eye drew a gun, and Clint said, If you don't want him to pull that trigger, you better hand over the other half of the match. He wouldn't dare pull that trigger. The shot would be heard out in the cafe. Sure. Who do you suppose would come knocking on the door to investigate? One of my hired hands. I'd stick my head out the door and tell him a gun went off accidentally while I was cleaning it. You may as well face it, Collier. We got you trapped. You didn't give us your half of the map or this gun goes off? You're still out of luck. I haven't got my half of the map with me. We'll see about that. Take out your coat. And don't try any false moves while you're doing it. Rolf did as he was told. Then the two crooks searched him thoroughly, but failed to find the other half of the map. Looks like he was selling the truth, Clint. He ain't got it with him. What'd you do with it, Collier? Wouldn't you like to know? Probably left it back with his luggage. Yeah, I reckon you're right. What hotel did you check in at, Collier? Sorry, but I just can't seem to remember. Well, in that case, maybe we'd better jog your memory. Go ahead and try. You're making a big mistake, Collier. Talk now and you'll save yourself a heap of misery. You had your answer. All right, Snick A. Go to work on him. Sure, boss. It'll be a pleasure. I'll make him talk. By supper time, Rolf Collier still hadn't returned to Dawson. So Frankie ate for the second time that day in the Mounted Police Mess Hall. As the evening wore on, the little boy became more and more sleepy. Well, Frankie, looks to me as though you can hardly keep your eyes open. Wouldn't you like to crawl into a nice comfortable bed? Well, maybe I am a little bit sleepy, but I don't want to go to bed now. I'm having too much fun playing with King. Well, tell you what, suppose we go over to your hotel room and put you to bed, and I'll leave King there to keep you company until your father gets back. God, he'd be swell. King can be my watchdog. Best watchdog in the business, aren't you, boy? All right, Frankie. Put on your coat and I'll get my pocket. Well, go over to the hotel right now. When they arrived at the hotel, the sergeant got the key from the desk clerk and took Frankie upstairs. Here's our room right here, Sergeant. Two o'clock. Now, unlock the door. That's on. What's the matter? The door was already unlocked. Wait a minute. I like the lamp. Yes, I see. You didn't leave it this way this morning, did you? Oh, of course not. See, our suitcases are open and the drawers are pulled out. Our clothes are strewn all over. Apparently, someone's ransacked the room in search of something. Does your father carry any valuable valuables? No, sir, not that I know of. Oh, he carries his money in a money bill. Oh. You know whom your father intended to see in Grand Forks? No, sir. He just said he was going to meet a man there. Do you have any idea of why he came to the Yukon Territory? No, sir. I don't know that either. Except once he talks as though he expected to get a lot of money up here. Frankie, I don't think I'd better leave you here after all. What are you going to do? First, I'll speak to the desk clerk and see if he can give us any information. And I'm going to take you back to headquarters for the time being. When the sergeant got back to Mounted Police headquarters, he left Frankie in the front office with King and then went to see Inspector Conrad. Do you really think there's cause for worry, sergeant? Well, frankly, I don't know what to think, sir. But I'm wondering if Collier himself may not have expected trouble. That gives you that idea. The fact that he left Frankie here at hand quarters? You stop to think of it, sir. It's rather an unusual thing to do. Perhaps he left Frankie here on purpose knowing that when he didn't return, we'd start a search. And in the meantime, of course, Frankie'd be in safe hands. You're building up a theory on pretty slender evidence, sergeant. I realize that, sir. But all the same, to have no objection, I'd like to put King on Collier's trail. You can pick up the scent from some of his clothes at the hotel room. Very well. Certainly won't hurt to play safe. Go ahead and trail Collier, sergeant. In the meantime, we'll keep Frankie here at the barracks. Thank you, sir. Come along, King. At that same moment, Snake-Eye was reporting to Clint Sutter in the back room of the poker gold cafe. Ralph Collier, who was gagged and tied to a chair, looked on helplessly as Clint asked. Well, how about it? Did you get the other half of the map? Oh, did, boss. Had to tear up the hotel room to find it. Yeah, got it inside my pocket. Here it is. Let's see if it matches up with the other half. Five hundred dollars. It looks like that gold is as good as ours. Well, Collier, we're mighty grateful to you for bringing this other half of the map all the way up to the Yukon territory. Too bad it won't do you any good. How soon will we start out after the gold, Clint? Tomorrow morning? Well, we'll leave tonight. Tonight? I'll come. Don't forget, we've got a dispose of Collier here in Joe Baygold. It'll be safer if we take him away from here tonight. What do we do with him? Kill him? Sure, we'll kill him eventually. First, we're going to make sure Joe ain't tricking us. The gold is really there. Once we get our hands on it, we'll plug the two of them and bury them right there on the spot where no one will ever find their bodies. Good idea. All right, one out here, chip another team. I'll get supplies together. We'll hit the trail as soon as the sleds are loaded. It was nearly two o'clock in the morning when Sergeant Preston reached Grand Forks. The cafe was still running full blast. King Fowler, Ralph Collier, sat into the cafe and headed straight for the back room. The barkeeper spoke to Sergeant Preston. What's up, Monty? I'm looking for a man named Ralph Collier. Apparently he came here and wanted to go to that back room. There's no one there now. I was in the back room just a minute ago. I'll look for myself if you don't mind. Go ahead, I'll come with you. Yeah. I told you it was empty. Clint Sutter was in here most of the evening. He had the door locked. Clint Sutter is the owner of this cafe? That's right. Where is he now? He left here a couple of hours ago. He told me he'd be gone for about a week. Out the back door, eh, fellow? The beds were driven away from here. All right, King. Looks as though we'll have to hit the tail again. Our adventure in just a moment. Say, kids, picture yourself at the ball game right now. 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But the fact that they were carrying the two prisoners on their sleds kept them to a slow pace. As dawn broke, they turned off the trail and headed up a thickly wooded ridge intending to make camp on a spot where the prisoners could be kept out of sight. A short time later, as they were cooking breakfast over the campfire, they heard a team approaching along the trail below. Snake-Eye went to investigate and returned with an excited look on his face. Hey, Clint, there's a Mountie coming. A Mountie? Yeah, he turned off the trail and he set up the ridge. Big Dog ran ahead of his team. Looks like he's following a scent. Oh, a macro. You suppose someone reported that Collier was missing? I don't know, but we better not take any chances. Whatever we do, the one thing we'll carry Joe Bagel back in the underbrush or it'll be out of sight. You stay and guard over him. Make sure he's quiet while I'm talking to the Mountie. What about Collier? We'll untie him and take off his gag. Are you crazy? He'll spill the beans to the Mountie. Oh, no, I won't. Listen, Collier, when that Mountie gets here, you're going to make out like you're coming along in this trip for your own free will, you savvy. Snake-Eye will be hiding in the underbrush close by, covering it with his gun. And if you start giving the game away at the Mountie, he'll plug up both of you. Several minutes later, Sergeant Preston arrived at the camp. Rolf Collier and Clint Sutter were seated around the campfire, apparently on friendly terms. Hello there, Sergeant. Hello, Rolf. I thought you expected to get back to boss in the after the evening. Well, I did, but there was a change of plans. By the way, this is Clint Sutter, Sergeant Preston. Howdy, Satch. Well, I didn't know you, Rolf. You mind telling me why you didn't let us know you weren't coming back to Dawson? Well, as I say, there was a change of plans. When I talked to Clint, we decided... What's the matter with that dog of yours? Probably caught the scent of a rabbit. Yeah, I reckon that must be it. Well, Rolf, I don't mind admitting I was quite worried about you, as he spoke to Sergeant Casually, pulled off his heavy mittens, and put his hands on his hips. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw King heading toward a certain patch of underbrush. Suddenly, his gun streaked out of his holster. Realizing a snake eye had been hit, Clint made a lunge at the sergeant. I'll fix you, Preston. No, you don't. I'll help the sergeant. Don't bother, Rolf, I can handle him. Here's another. Had enough? Yeah, yeah, quit. Well, I know why there was a fast roll you made, Sergeant. How did you know someone was in the underbrush? King's actions warned me something was wrong, and I saw the branches move. Help! Watch him, King. Keep him down, boy. As for you, sonner, get up on your feet. Over. General, while I put on these handcuffs, will I look into your partner? A short time later, after the sergeant had released Joe Bego and applied first aid to snake eye's wound, he tied the ladders' wrists securely. Then he turned to Rolf Collier and said, Well then, Rolf, suppose you tell me what this is all about? Well, to begin with, my brother Marty died in the hospital of Dawson a couple of months ago. Just before he died, he sent me a letter containing half of a map. Half of a map? Yes. It had been torn in two. In the letter, Marty said that the map showed where a fortune in gold had been buried. And he also said that a man named Joe Bego had the other half of the map. Well, not long after I received Marty's letter, I got another letter from Joe Bego himself. It said to come up to the Yukon territory and meet him at Clint Sutter's Cafe in Grand Fork. And when you got to the cafe, Sutter and Snake Eye took your prisoner. That's right. They'd already captured Joe Bego. They were going to get the gold and kill both of us. All right, Joe. Now it's your turn to talk. What about this buried gold? If I come clean, will he go easy on me, sergeant? I'm not making any promises until I hear your story. All right. I reckon I may as well tell the truth. You'll find out anyway when you dig up the gold and read the label on the sacks. Wrong to the Yukon Express Company. Yukon Express Company? Wait a minute. The Express Company was robbed of 100,000 in gold last August. Is that the gold you're talking about? I reckon it must be, sergeant. But I don't know nothing about the robbery. It was Clint and Snake Eye that pulled it. Me and Marty just took it away from them later on. Oh, you dirty-sticking liar. You were in on the hold-up with us. All right, Joe. You and Marty pulled. It's all right, sergeant. Don't believe him. Joe, but your story won't hold water. I happen to know that four men took part in that hold-up. You'll stand trial along with Sutter and Snake Eye. Now turn around and hold out your hands while I tell you this. Watch him, King. Sergeant, I had no idea Marty had been mixed up in any crime. Well, it's just as well that he worked the way you did. This trip to the Yukon has sure been a mess. It's brought me nothing but grief. The trip served a good purpose, Ro. Led to the recovery of the stolen gold and the capture of these trips. Yes, but I quit my job to come here. I'll be broke by the time I get back to the States. No, you won't, Ro. The express company posted a reward of $10,000. Now see that it's paid to you as soon as this case is closed. Your musical treat of the day waits for you throughout the week on Mutual. Each Tuesday and Thursday evening, it's time for Eddie Fisher and a session of music as everyone likes it. Young and old delight in Eddie Fisher's wave of the song. And he's joined on every show by Fred Robbins as emcee, Alex Storto's orchestra, and outstanding guest stars. 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