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Twenty-five is young. It's time he settled down. I wish he would. But you don't know how I worry sometimes. Yes, I do. I can see it in your face, and it isn't right. He has a temper and he's so strong. I'm afraid he'll get into a fight some day and there'll be real trouble. Oh, here we are. Will you come in and have some coffee? I go on duty at midnight. I have to get back to headquarters. Well, thank you. Sally, look at me. I am. Will you marry me? We've only known each other for three months. That's long enough. You're just starting on the force. Well, I'll admit we won't have much money, but we'll make out fine. If only it weren't for Harry. Can't you forget him for a minute? No, I can't. It's just it. I can't think of myself at all as long as I'm worried about him. And it wouldn't be fair to you to ask you to share my worries. I want to, Sally. You had no sympathy for Harry. You're impatient with him and you feel he ought to know better. There's no doubt about that. Well, there's a lot. No one can help him with the oath like that. And who needs that? Oh, I am elected, I guess. Tell me this. If Harry were working in settle down, would you marry me then? Yes. What's your answer? I'll give you my answer tomorrow. I have to promise. The first thing tomorrow morning. It's a promise. The first thing tomorrow morning. Good night, sir. Good night, sir. An hour later, Harry lay with same good-bye to his friends at the Monte Carlo. Well, boys have dropped my last dollar, sir. Tomorrow, it's in the creek and go to work. Come on, boys. Bye, Harry. Shall I tell you what I mean? I'll see you in a train. Beyond the café, front street was dark, but then there was a full moon. And as Harry passed away right still, he noticed that the door was open, but there was no light in the place. That's funny. Wainwright's usually pretty careful about locking up. He climbed the steps to the porch with a hand on the doorknob. An impulse made him call out, Hey, anybody in here? He heard a noise and stepped inside the store. Could be a dog getting in the supply. Or a match. At that moment, he heard someone behind you. He whirled and stuck out with his stick. It connected solidly, but someone's kin. But almost at once, he pulled the back of the head, but he went down. His next conscious thought was that his head must have been flipped wide open. He lifted himself to a sitting position and felt the bump behind his ear. And then he remembered the open door, the blow. He struggled to his feet, first to his pockets until he found a match and lighted it. There, just in front of him, Jim Wainwright was lying on the floor, his head only inches away from the open door of an iron safe. I hit him. He hit me as he was going down. His head must have hit the safe door. Let's see if he... Harry knelt beside the unconscious store owner. The match burned his finger. No. He hit another. He hit his head all right. What was he doing here in the dark? I didn't answer when I called. I had looked. I've killed him. I've got to get out of here. It was King who discovered Jim Wainwright. He was walking down front street with a sergeant in Constable War and only a few minutes after Harry Lain left the store. He ran up to the door and saw him bark. Whoa! What's he barking at? Oh, find out. The store is dark. It doesn't seem to be anyone in search. The door's unlocked. Whoa! The light isn't hanging on that wall, but it lighted bright. Is something on the floor, King? Yes, a man. The safe's open. How about that ladder, Nick? Jim Wainwright. That's the crack on the head. Let's have the ladder a little closer. You bet. No, not yet. It's anyway. Heart still beating. Get Dr. Moran. Yeah. What's the matter? Nothing. I'm on my way. A big war and a notice of red mitten with a blue border lying on the floor near the counter. Without saying anything to the sergeant, he picked it up and hurried from the store. He roused Dr. Moran and the doctor promised to get to the store within five minutes. But Dick didn't return there. He had his place of a lame cabin on 4th Street. And when he reached it, put his gun from the postage. Through the window, he could see Harry packing supplies and were not back. Sally was watching him. Dick handed the cabin without knocking. All right, Harry. You won't need those supplies, right? You're going to headquarter with me. All right. Well, what for? To answer some questions. What's he doing, Dick? I haven't done anything. This is your mitten business. Why, you're found mitten business. I remember you showing me the pair when you finished them. Harry dropped this one in Wainwright's store. I haven't done anything. You deny that you were in the store tonight? Well, no. You deny hitting Wainwright? I may have hit him, but let me explain. Go ahead. How much money did you get from the safe? I didn't touch the safe. I was passing along the street. Saw the store door was open. I was going to close it when I heard a noise inside. I went in. It was real dark. I heard someone behind me. I turned and left and left with a punch. And something hit me on the head and I blacked out. When I came to it, it was Wainwright. Lying on the floor. Oh, Harry, you killed him. The punch was all I landed. I hit his head on the safe when he went down. Take it easy, Sally. Wainwright isn't dead, but he's not dead. But he may die. He didn't look any too good to me. I'm going to try Harry for me. Harry should have thought of that. I told you it was an accident. The safe was open. I'm not sure you took anything, but that doesn't make any difference. Your story about the door of the store being open, the store being dark, someone attacking you from behind. Who can believe that? It's not true. I believe it. You're his sister? Yes. Does anyone but you know about the knitting? No. Then don't tell anyone. No, Harry, don't. What are you asking? You must. You say you love me. Well, now's the time to prove it. You wouldn't prove anything except that I'd be deserting my duty. Of course I'd love you. But your brother's guilty of assault. Let's even main slaughter a murderer. I have to arrest him. You say that no one could believe his story. Well, I do. And if he's tried and convicted, if he goes to the gallows because of you, do you think I could marry you then? Never did. No matter how much I love you, it would always stand to clean us. Hallie. Let him go. He can be across the border by tomorrow night, and then if they start looking for him, all wrong is... All I'm asking is that you forget about the knitting. And give Harry a chance to get away. Hallie wouldn't... If you love me. I wish I'd shown the knitting to the sergeant that kept my mouth shut. You can still do that, and it's all I ask. No. Now, even that would be wrong. Hallie, I've tried to explain to you how much the force means to me. And you've always seen to understand that I turned away from Harry as he talked to Hallie. And Harry's hand and inside is that fact. When it came out, there was a pistol in his hand. He stepped forward quickly. Gave the spot where he himself had been hit that night. He got the bail of his gun down on his head. Help me! Help me! How could you? It's all right. It's all right. It's all right, I tell you. At the moment when Dick Warren dropped to the ground, Jim Wainwright was being moved to the hospital. But it was an hour later before he regained consciousness and the sergeant was able to question him. I don't want to tell you, Jim. But can you tell us what happened? I'm not a great deal, sergeant. I'd been at the mansion house. I was on my way home. I saw a light in the back of the store, and it went out. I wondered if my eyes were playing tricks on them. I decided to index. The front door was locked all right. We found a window forced open in the rear of the store. Go on. Well, I went in. I was hit. That's all you remember? No. I must have come to for a few seconds. I don't know how much later, but I saw a man leaving the store. Drs. Magic? Yes. The light was full on his face. It was Carrie Lane. You were sure? Positive. That's one more question. We found your face open. How much gold was in there? About $5,000. There's none now. He was in Polk's belong to Devil Manage. I was keeping it for him. The names were on the bag. That's why I got it back. Harry Lane. I'd never have believed that he could turn safe. Oh, free. That's easy, Jim. It's a good idea. It was only 10 minutes later that the sergeant found Dick Warren bound and gagged on the floor of the Lane cabin. When the uncountable and freed of his bond. Thanks. I wondered why you disappeared. How'd you happen to come here? I found a mitten in the store. I thought it belonged to Harry. I wanted to get medicine. They gave you the same treatment they gave Wainwright? Yes. That isn't the whole truth. What do you happen to be? Wainwright's recovered consciousness. He saw Harry leave the store. Wainwright's alive and there won't be any literature. No, but there's $5,000 in gold missing. Harry lied to him and he did steal. Go on, what were you saying about the whole truth? I was careless. And that isn't the whole truth either. Sally asked me to give Harry a chance. A chance to make it get away. I might just as well have agreed. I listened to her arguments. They were personal and I turned away from Harry to talk to her. He let me have it. He's evidently left with him. I suppose they're heading to the border. I suppose. Something over an hour to start. Yes. He will follow their trail wherever they go. We'll get back to headquarters and harness the team. Wait, Sergeant? Yes, you and I. Do I have to go, sir? Don't you want to? Don't you want to help bring Harry back to make up for letting him get away? No, I don't. And you're a reason. Sally. She's the girl I want to marry. Harry's her brother. I know that. Don't you think it's a good reason for not wanting to make you left myself? It's no reason at all for a police officer. I sympathize with you big, believe me. But sooner or later, every member of the force must face this problem. Does duty come first? Or are personal movies more important? Are we able to live up to the oath we've taken? Do we have a right to wear the uniform? If I have to arrest Harry, then the answer is no, as far as you're concerned. What's your decision? I'm ready. Let's go. Just before dawn, Harry and Sally thought that Louis and Michelle's road house about 20 miles in the border. Oh, hold it! Oh, hold it! How do you get down to stalking? We need some hot food. Forget about me. And our team's worn out. Louis will lend me some fresh dogs. Come on. Then we won't stalk alone. No. Well, Mark, there's a light inside. There's smoke coming from the chimney and there are dogs around and back. There must be someone here. Louis, here's the key to open house. It's just wondering about the door being locked. It's just a window. And you're locked. Where's Louis? He must be. I can see a car hanging on the wall. He's dodging out in the run. What do you mean he's in the run? I said he wasn't here. Let him come in. What? It's all right. Let him come in. Okay. Come on in. That's better. Who are you to? What difference do names make? Where's Louis? You better take our word for it. He isn't here. Help with your hands. You're covered. It's all right, sis. Now listen, you two. We want some food and some fresh dogs. And we're going to take them. If Louis were here, he'd be glad to oblige us. But since he isn't, we'll help ourselves. See what you can find out in the kitchen, Sally. There should be some coffee on the stove. That's what we need most. Keep away from that kitchen door. Go ahead, Sally. Sally. She's fainted. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Sergeant Preston would agree. 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One of them stuck a gun in his bag just as he reached Sally. Now you're covered, mister. Get a gun, Barney. Got it, Sally. Look, honey. In the corner. It's Louis. He's been murdered. Get some roads, Barney. We'll tie him up and lead him. At the moment, Sally opened the door of the kitchen. The sergeant and dick drove to the top of the line, less than half a mile from the roadhouse. Okay. Do you recognize those dogs out in front of the cabin, Dick? That's Harry's team. He's caught them. And you'll be going on alone from here. Right. There's a line of woods over the left there that runs behind the cabin. Follow us, and they won't be able to see you. I'm heading straight down the trail, sergeant. Harry won't shoot at you. You're sure? I'm certain. He won't make any more trouble. Perhaps Sally will forgive me sometime. You're fast, you're fast, Dick. You know, it may not have been as severe as before. What do you mean by that? The story Harry told you about the door being open and all the rest of it should be true. I keep thinking of one point. Harry landed a solid blow on someone's chin, and he says it was after that that he was hit on the head. Harry was hit all right. I saw it a lot. Well, Harry price a lot of power in his face. If Wainwright took a solid right to the chin, he couldn't possibly have not carried out as he was falling to the floor. That's right. There's another thing. There was a deep gash on Wainwright's head, but no sign of a bruise on his chin. Then you don't believe that Harry hit Wainwright at all? There's two other men. Those two men knocked out both Wainwright and Harry and stole the gold. Take a look at Harry's sled before you go in front. There's no gold. We have nothing against him. Well, let's say no evidence except Wainwright's identification and that only proves he was in the story. I'm on my way. Will you wait here? King and I will be around in case you need us. I'll see you later. Easy, boy. You're wondering why we aren't going alone? There's something about that roadhouse you don't like, eh? Well, we'll leave the team in the woods and head down there keeping to the cover of the trees. Look in case, King. Look in case, King. When Dick reached the roadhouse, he made a thorough search of Harry's sled. There was no gold on it. He opened the door of the cabin with a light heart. He found Sally and Harry sitting at a table in the large front room making coffee. Good morning, Dick. You don't seem surprised to see me. We saw you coming down the trail. You should never have run away. I know. We're ready to start back for Dawson this minute. I'm... I'm ready to face the music. There may not be much music. Jim Wayne Wright isn't going to die. What? Did I see you having any gold on your sled? I told you I never touched the stage. I hope we'll be able to clear you of all charges. Oh, that's wonderful. Shall we get started? Well, there's no rush. I'd like to warm up a little and have Louie bring me some coffee. I'll get it for you. There's nothing double with Harry. Sergeant Preston and King kept to the cover of the trees until they were directly behind the Roadhouse. They started to the back door. The scent of death reached King. He looked up into his master's face. Still worried, boy? Why don't believe Dick will have any trouble with Harry. I don't know. I'll make sure. There was a sled pulled up just outside the back door of the Roadhouse. It was cakeless snow and a harness was thrown carelessly across it. That sled's been on the trail recently. Maybe someone else in there would better take a look, King. Sergeant, untie the lashings that held the canvas cover on top of the grub box. On top of the supplies, there were at least 20 small leather sacks. King needs to be the missing gold, folks. The name's on him. Take what is, Bill Jones, Tess Martin, all from Dawson and all away in my testimony. No doubt about it. This is the gold of a stone and the men who stole it are inside. The sergeant stepped to one of the kitchen windows. It was coated with frost. He took out his knife and tending to scrape away a little of the frost. The men thought better of it, but no, his might attract attention. He breathed on the pain until it was a small circle of clear glass. Inside, he saw sally of a stone. Two men was drawn guns near the door that led out of the kitchen. A dead man on the floor. That's his guns missing. In the large front room of the cabin, Dick Rose from his chair. Dick, where are you going? Out in the kitchen. I want to talk to Sally. Dick, don't go out there. What's the matter with you? Take your hands off me. I'm telling you, don't go out there. Why not? Why shouldn't I? Now wait a minute. There's something wrong around here. I'm going to find out about it. Don't go for your guns. Who are these men? They're killers. They just literally do it. They had you covered all of us, covered ever since you came in. There was no way we could warn you. They were going to shoot you as you came down the trail. But we told them you were after us. That we'd do ourselves up and start back for Dawson right away. We should never have listened to them. They'd have double-crossed us for sure. I don't like to shoot mountains. Now you have to. You get the policeman, I'll get the boy and the girl. What's policeman doing? There's nothing in the kitchen there, Sergeant Preston. There's no sound, either of you, until you drop those guns. I'll show you. King Lee's personality world has tried to fire at the sergeant. The sergeant's gun spoke at the same time. The shot was knocked to the ground by King's Russian. The shot went wild. So did Barney. The sergeant's bullet got Barney in the shoulder. Get his gun, Dick. I'll take yours, Barney. Maybe we can find some clean cloths about his desire, Mary. There's some out in the kitchen. Well, on your feet, you. Where did he come from, Sergeant? He came through the woods and in the back way. He said he'd be around if I needed you, Sergeant. You were just in time. They were going to kill him. I know, I saw him out in the kitchen. Why, Judd? He recognized you. This is Judd Trant. The other one is Barney Gordon. They both wanted for another murder in Whitehorse. What's more, I found the gold that was stolen from Jim Wayne White's face on that sled. Then there's no charge against me at all? No, Mary. The matter of fact, we're in your debt. You led us straight to the real criminals. If I don't have to point out that you almost lost your life in doing it. Remember, it's the Northwest Mounted job to protect the innocent, and the future is put your trust in the law. Sure will, Sergeant. Will you tell me? Dick knows the answer to that question. You'll forgive him for doing his duty. If I'm going to marry a policeman, Sally, just as soon as we get packed into our direction, you mean just as soon as Judd and Barney are behind bars, just as soon as we're able to say this case is closed. Sergeant Preston will return in just a moment with a word about our next exciting adventure. It's the winner by a mile. Yes, Assyrian, that sure to win your whole family's favor these summer mornings is refreshing, nourishing Quaker puffed wheat and Quaker puffed rice. They're in first place with Bob because they're quick, ready to serve, safe time in the morning. They're the winner every time with the youngsters because they're the ones shot from guns, actually exploded up to eight times normal size to make them extra crisp and tender and dad fixed Quaker puffed rice and Quaker puffed wheat because you can sweeten them to suit your own special taste. You enjoyed a full, natural, nut-like flavor of the choice premium grains. Then think of the nourishment your family can cash in on. 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