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Yes, actually exploded up to eight times normal size to make them crisp and tender as nuts in November. Tomorrow, sure, try this thrifty deluxe breakfast treat. You'll cheer too for Quaker pup rice or Quaker pup wheat. Sergeant Preston was responsible for the capture of a notorious outlaw named Martin. A week before Martin's trial, the Mountie and his great dog King came into Dawson. They stopped first at the office of the newspaper, the Klondike Press to greet Jim Carvel, the publisher, who was an old friend. Yes, indeed, King. Everything I said to your master goes for you too. I'm downright glad to see you. I'm minding glad. And now, King, you can be quiet. I wondered if you'd get here for the Martin trial. How do things look? I think the conviction is a foregone conclusion. Is Henry Baker defending Martin? Yes. He's smart and crafting. Even so, there's a limit to what an attorney can do. Not even Baker can get an acquittal for Martin. Not with Dave Broderick as a witness. Well, well, look who's here. Constable Drake. Sergeant Preston, I'm mighty glad to see you. Hi there, King. I thought you'd be high-tailing it in here, Drake. As soon as you saw Preston sled outside my office. Frankly, Sergeant, I'm relieved that you got here. I've been hoping from day to day that you'd be in town. What's wrong, Drake? Well, it's nothing I can put my finger on. I should think you'd be feeling downright chipper. You've got your prisoner behind bars and a conviction as good as in the bag. That's what worries me. You mean you don't think Martin will be convicted? I mean, I think that Martin and that shyster lawyer of his Baker are scheming some kind of mischief. So that's it. Baker looks all together too sure of himself to suit me. Sergeant Preston was just saying Baker's smart and crafty. He knows the whole case hangs around a single witness. You know who that is. Yes? Dave Broderick. You practically begged me to keep him out of it. I think he's afraid of Martin's friends. Sergeant Preston, if Dave Broderick doesn't come into court next week, that dirty sneaking murder will get off scot-free. And there'll be another feather in Baker's cap. Exactly. Where's Baker now? I suppose he's with his client. He's probably talking to Martin and bragging about the fact that he's never lost a case and that he won't lose this one. The law in many parts of the Yukon had tried to get a case against the killer known as Martin, but without success. Now at last it seemed as though Martin was about to pay for his crimes, unless his lawyer could do something wholly unexpected. The lawyer, Henry Baker, went to call on his client in the iron-doored cell that opened off the Constable's office. I'll have to lock you at the cell with the prisoner, Mr. Baker. Quite all right. Quite all right, my good fellow. I'll let you know when I'm through conferring it, Mr. Martin. And just yell when you're ready to leave. Thank you. Howdy, Baker. Sit down. Sit down, Martin, and relax. Relax. It's might easy for you to say they don't have you behind bars. Now you've got nothing to worry about. What about that witness, Dave Broderick? They'll have him in court testifying against me. Broderick can tell plenty. He won't talk. If he talks, I'll hang. Martin, you know my reputation. I'm paying you plenty on account of it. I've never let one of my clients hang, and I don't intend that you shall be the first. I don't worry about Dave Broderick. Don't worry about a thing. After your trial next week, you'll walk out of court a free man. After terminating his visit, the lawyer left the building that housed the constable's office and the jail and went directly to the cafe. As he passed through the large, well-filled room, he signaled a swarthy-looking individual who sat alone at a corner table. Blackie sneed, rose, and followed the lawyer to a back room. Sit down, Blackie. I got the high sign, Mr. Baker. I figured maybe you wanted to see me. I have a little job for you. Good. Cash on the line, and no questions I ask you. That's right. Cash on the line, and no questions I ask you. Let's make out like this here table is a line. Here's some cash in advance. There'll be more when the job is done. Now I'm working for you, Mr. Baker. Name it, boss. Do you know where Dave Broderick lives? Yeah. He's got a small shack about two miles north of town. You, uh, want him killed, is that it? Where'd you get that idea? He's gonna be called in as a witness at the trial next week, isn't he? That's the plan. You can't win against his testimony, and you can't afford to lose. You'd spoil your reputation. You see, Baker, I know you better than most people. You wouldn't have called me in here and asked me to find new Broderick unless you wanted him out of your way. You're a smart man, Blaggy, and I like to do business with a smart man. I want Broderick out of the way, but there must be no suspicion of murder. Maybe you've got ideas. Yes, I have. I'd like to see his house burned down tonight. Broderick, of course, to perish in the fire. I see. Now it must be handled so that he doesn't awaken and escape from the fire or catch you in the act of starting a tank. Keep talking. The contents of this little bottle will solve our problem. Put this into his drinking water. Poisoned? No, but it'll guarantee a very deep sleep for several hours. And how am I gonna put it into his drinking water? Look. You and I are going to call on David Broderick. Right now, you can take me to his place in your dog sled. Now, while I'm talking to him, empty this bottle into the drinking water. You can go back there tonight and set fire to the cabin without fear of discovery. With this? I'll triple it when the job is done. Yeah, that's better. I'll hitch up my dog and be ready to start for Broderick's place in a few minutes. Lucky founded a simple matter to put the sleeping potion into the supply of drinking water while Baker talked to Dave Broderick. The conspirators returned to Dawson, and it was some time later when Sergeant Preston and his great dog King went over the same hard-packed trail. Okay. Hope we find Broderick at home, King. Sergeant Preston. Hello, Broderick. Glad to see you. You too, King. Come on in, both of you. Dave, I don't know whether you've heard the news. About Martin's trial being scheduled for next week? Oh, you have heard it. I guess I'm not very brave, Sergeant Preston. I'll testify, but I'm going to be downright worried about what Martin's friends will do. They won't do anything, Dave. How'd you hear the news? Were you in town? No, I had a visitor this afternoon. Who? The lawyer, Henry Baker. He came here? What do you want? He suggested that it might be healthy if I'd clear out before the trial. Plan to? No. Martin's a rotten killer. He's got to be convicted. It can't be done without my testimony. It'll be done with my testimony. Roderick, take my word for it. Nothing's going to happen to you. I'm taking measures to protect you both before and after the trial. I don't know, Sergeant. Oh, yeah, Baker will do anything to get Martin in acquittal. That's why I came here today. I want to make sure he doesn't get the chance to do anything. Huh? I want you to go into hiding, Dave. Hiding? I've made the arrangements. You know Maggie Sims, don't you? What old Maggie-sure thing? Her place is just about half a mile from here toward town. Stop to see her on the way here. She'll be looking for him. You're to go there right away and stay until I call for you on the day of the trial. You, Maggie, and I are the only ones who'll know where you are. But, Sergeant, I... I'm going to stay here in your place. What? To see what happens. You think something will happen? I don't know, Dave, but I'm going to find out. I guess I get no choice in the matter. Well, I hope you'll cooperate. All right, I'll cooperate. You want me to go to Maggie Sims and Lilo? Yes, and take your dog with him. All right. Make yourself at home. You'll find the larder well stocked, and there's plenty of stove wood in the shed. Say the word, and I'll fix up before I leave. Ding it out, man. He's thanks. I'd rather have you get to Maggie's place as soon as possible. This is the first time I've ever been put out of my own house. But I'll take it without a murmur. I'll clear out as soon as I get my Farke. And, oh, say... Yes? Instead of melting snow for drinking water, I haul it from a good, clear spring. Oh. There's plenty of it right over there in the corner, and you'll find it all week. Well, my God, won't we, King? We'll continue our story in just a moment. I am thinking of something. Can you tell me what it is? Gee, are we going to play that swell game again? Yeah, like we did the other day. Right, kids. Remember, you ask me questions. I'll answer right or wrong, and you see how quick you can guess just what it is I'm thinking of. Ready? Okay. Let's see. Is it something we all know about? Right, Billy. What I have in mind is really famous. Gee, would you be thinking again, like last time, of Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice? No, but you're warm. Does it have anything to do with breakfast? It sure has. Gosh, I'm stoned. Well, does it have anything to do with Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice? Right, Billy. You're really warm. In fact, you're getting hotter in a $2 pistol. Oh. Does it make a loud noise? That's a bang-up question, fella. You're right on the bull's eye with both barrels. I got it. It's the gun that shoots Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. Right, you are, kids. Yes, I was thinking of the gun that shoots Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. The swell-tasting, ready-to-serve breakfast cereals shot from guns. 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Now to continue our story. Sergeant Preston and King were alone in Dave Broderick's small cabin a few miles from the town of Dawson. Oh, fill a plan with water for you, King. Then I'll see you both some supper. Sergeant Preston didn't know that the water had been drugged with a sleeping potion by Blackie Snead, acting on instructions of the scheming lawyer, Henry Baker. There you are, fella. I'll start the coffee going, then we'll have a caribou steak. What's the matter, King? I'm just thirsty. When I'll see here, boy, you can't complain about that water. It's supposed to be special. King held his nose close to the basin of water for the second time, then looked up at his master and whimpered softly. I don't understand you, King. You were looking at the snow just before we came inside. I'll taste it and see if I agree with you. Sergeant Preston dipped a couple of water from the barrel and raised it to his lips. Strange. Does have an odd taste. I suppose it's all right, though. I guess we're just not used to good spring water. This'll probably be all right in tea. I'll melt some snow for you. Sergeant Preston drank two cups of tea made with the drugged water. Then, soon after washing and putting away the dishes and utensils, he stretched out on the bonk and slept. It was a deep sleep. He didn't stir when King uttered a low growl in the middle of the night. The great dog knew that someone was prowling outside close to the house. He tried to rouse his master again. This was something King couldn't understand. Sergeant Preston had always wakened instantly at the slightest note of warning. King placed his big forefeet on the bed, ripped the mounting by the shoulder and shook him gently. The only response was a low snore. Then King's delicate nostrils caught the smell of smoke. It was seeping into the room between the side logs. The smoke increased and the room became quite warm. Presently, small tongues of flame appeared. King knew what that meant. Fire. He redoubled his efforts to rouse the sleeping man. He pulled away the blanket, then pounced upon the bed. He tugged and pushed and rolled the mounting to the floor. What's the matter? King, King boy, what's the matter with me? Oh, wait, King. Wait just a minute, boy. Don't drag me. I'm trying to get to my feet. Sergeant Preston's brain was whirling. He had a splitting headache. His arms and legs fell as if they were weighted with lead. He had to summon all his willpower to pick up his parka and drag himself to the door. All right, King, we got it, boy. Looks as if that lawyer's made his move against Dave Broderick. The cabin was doomed. There was nothing the Mountie could do to save it. He stood watching the fire for 10 or 15 minutes, while the cold, crisp air dissipated the last effects of the drug. Then he and King went to the home of Maggie Sims. You mean to say my cabin's burning right now? Yes, Dave. Oh, how awful. I'm gone. It still is nothing you can do. It's the work of that sneak and pull cat lawyer. That's what it is. You're probably right, Maggie. I've lost everything I own. We'll do something about that, Dave. Maybe if I'd been there myself, it wouldn't have happened. If you had been there, you would have died in a fire. Your drinking water was drugged. Drugged? I'd have died myself if King hadn't been on hand. Merciful goodness. I took your place, Dave, because I expected there'd be a move against you. There was a move, but unfortunately, I wasn't awake to catch the man who started the fire. Was he the baker or someone he sent? Probably Blackie Snead. That's a good guess, but it's not proof that he'll stand in court. Sergeant, what are you going to do? I want Dave to stay here just as we planned, Maggie. Let Baker think he perished in the fire. What good will that do? I don't know yet, but I'm going to think of some way to make Baker show his hand. Baker, the lawyer, was in his office at noon the following day when Blackie Snead opened the door. Oh, come in, Blackie. Yeah, I sport you heard about the fire last night. I heard about it. I didn't like what I heard, huh? What do you mean, Mr. Baker? Was Broderick inside when you started the fire? Inside? Well, sure. That is a guess, though. His dog was inside to hurt him barkin'. Did you stay around and watch to see that he didn't leave the cabin? Well, I know, of course, and I figured that stuff I put in the water would fix him so he couldn't leave. You should have stayed to make sure. And get caught standin' and watchin' the fire? Caught by whom? I don't know. Someone might have seen it and come to investigate. No one could see it. The cabin's too isolated. Well, gosh, boss, what's the matter? Why are you askin' all these questions? There's been nobody found in the ruins. Hasn't. A traveler came into Dawson this morning, reported seeing the cabin. The remains were still smoking when Constable Drake went to investigate. Can't make a thorough search until tomorrow. Broderick must have been caught in the fire. If he got away, someone would have seen him. I hope you're right. Constable made inquiries that all the cabins are between here and Broderick's place. No trace of him? No. He hasn't appeared in Dawson. He's dead, boss. I'm sure of it. A thorough search of the coal ashes gave no proof that Broderick had perished. There were several opinions concerning the fate of the missing man. If he thought the fire was in the camp in his life, he might have run away. Yeah. On the other hand, he might have got out of the cabin and then collapsed where the wolves could find him. I say you're both wrong. I figure it this way. Dave didn't want to give testimony in court. He was afraid of what might happen to him. So he started his own cabin of fire and lit out for other parts. Maybe so. That's food for thought. I say it's a fool idea. It's ain't like Dave for runaways. Baker gained confidence as time went on. With the trial just two days off, he went to the jail to confer with his client. The constable had locked him in Martin's cell. I just wanted to tell you, Martin. I don't think you have anything to worry about. You better make sure of that, Baker. If that jury finds me guilty, I'll tell plenty about you. Don't threaten me. I'm not making threats. I'm just stating facts. I'll tell about a few of your crooked deals. I'll tell about some of the things you've done to get a quiddles for your clients. Shut up! He said it's desk in the other room. Just remember what I said. I paid your price and I expect you to get me out. All right. I'll visit you again tomorrow. Constable! Constable Drake! I'm ready to leave. All right, Mr. Baker. Sorry I had lock you in, but that's the law. That's all right. By the way, if you're not in a hurry to leave here, would you mind sitting at my desk for 15 minutes or so? Not at all. Why? I've got to go over to the newspaper office and see about some hand bills. I don't want to leave the office alone. Go ahead, Drake. I'll wait until you come back. I guess I can trust you not to let the prisoner escape. He'll be here when you get back. Thanks. Hey, Baker, if you're not dead sure to get me acquitted, this would be a good time to unlock this door and let me out. Don't be a fool, Martin. That may be the very thing they want me to do. What do you mean? Sergeant Preston is still in Dawson. He's going to stay here until after the trial. He knows the law can't get a conviction with a star witness gone. Now, he'd like nothing better than to catch me aiding and abetting the jailbreak of a man who's on trial for murder. In fact, I think that's exactly what he's planning on. Yeah? Yeah. Sounded pretty thin when the constable said he was going to see about some hand bills. Why, didn't he wait until his jailer got back? This is the constable's office? Yes, this is the constable's office. What do you want in here? Me. You run a long way. Bring message. Message for whom? Message for law. Me on trail, an old woman called. Give message. Ask White Crow, bring here. All right, I'll take it. She say law give dollar, maybe two. Well, I'm not the one who paid. Just a minute. You going to stay here in Dawson? No, no good. Me on way south. Good hunting, meet friends. All right. Here's your dollar. In fact, here's two dollars. Now, you go on your way. Good medicine. On your way. Oh. You looked at that message as if you'd filed something. I have. I found the missing witness. You brought her? Yes, he wrote this note. Says he can't give all the facts. He just wants the constable to know that he's safe. And it'll be on hand to testify at the trial. But that he can't leave Maggie Sims' cabin for another day or so. Always heard, eh? Yeah, probably. Chances are he escaped from the fire and got lost in the snow with the woods. How'd he get to Maggie Sims' place? He doesn't say. Listen, Baker, you'd better do something. If he appears at the trial, I'm through, and so are you. You say a word about this, Martin, do you understand? Say a word when the constable comes back. You just leave this to me. I'll take care of Broderick. Soon after leaving the office of the constable, the attorney found Blackie Snead in the cafe. And once more, he held a conference in the privacy of a back room. That's what you've got to do, Blackie. You'd better take care of it tonight. Did the Indian who brought that message leave town? Yes, I watched him go. Who else knows Broderick's alive? Maggie Sims and, of course, Martin. That's all. Okay. Don't worry, boss. I'll take care of things. Tonight? Tonight. But there's just one thing, Mr. Baker. What's that? He went to a lot of trouble to get rid of Broderick in the fire, so as no one was suspected of murder. And I'd hope to avoid suspicion. But now I guess that's impossible. I hear I'll give you some money. You take care of Broderick. And if necessary, Maggie Sims. And then keep going. Don't come back to Dawson. That night, the wind howled around the small dark cabin where old Maggie Sims had made her home for many years. Blackie hauled his dog team and heavily loaded sled and she'll hurt some trees not far from the house. Holding a gun in readiness, he went to the cabin on foot. But first, if that old woman yells, I'll let the litter have it. The door opened into a small dark room. The meager night light coming through the window revealed a bed near one wall. The figure on the bed was snoring softly. Isn't that both he and the old woman have got to go? The prowler shifted his gun to the left hand, then drew a long knife from inside his boot. He held it over the mound beneath the bedclothes, then plunged it down hard. Get there! Leave the knife right there! They want that! For an instant, Blackie stood spellbound. The voice came from beyond the bed, and a dark form rose in the narrow space Down gets you! Take him, King! King had leaped from the doorway and the full weight of his charge had struck Blackie in the middle of the back, driving him forward off balance. As his gun exploded, the bullet drilled into the wall. Then Sergeant Preston leaped across the bed and grabbed the gun hand. All right, King, good-bye, boy. I have him, fella. Bring a light, Dave. How are you, Eston? Lovely cold at the end. Who are you? What is this? Come on, I'll take that gun. Then you can stand up. Here's a light. Did it work, Sergeant Preston? That knife stuck through the bedclothes into the dummy we rigged up is your answer, Maggie. It's a frame-up. You set that note and let Baker get over it. Just a trick him. We had to make him show his hand. Broderick, you're all right. You're not hurt. Who said I was? After Martin's convicted and sent to the hangman, there'll be another trial, Blackie. Your trial for attempted murder. But yours will be different from Martin's. You'll have a chance to escape the hangman. I don't want to hang. I don't want to hang. I'll tell you. Listen, Preston, give me a chance. You have just one chance, Blackie, and that's to turn Queen's evidence. A jury might be lenient with you in view of the fact that no one died as a result of your two attempts at murder. You're the one who set fire to my cabin. You tried to kill me then. Who hired you? You know who hired me, Preston. You know it as well as I do. Baker? Yes. All right, Blackie, you've turned squeal. I'll go all the way. It was Baker who hired me. You mean to say he'd go as far as murder to protect a rat like killer Martin? He had to. He's afraid of what Martin will say if he gets convicted. Martin knows too much about Baker. He knows enough to put Baker in jail a dozen times over. He knows that things Baker did to get other crooks freed. We'll prepare a full and complete statement for you to sign, Blackie. Dave, you'd better come to Dawson with me when we have that statement. Whatever you say, Sergeant. Well, see that Baker makes arrangements to pay for the loss of your cabin, Dave. And we'll put him in jail with Blackie and Martin. See? It's a lie. That jail will be downright crowded with all of them three crooks together. You can blame King for that, Maggie. Two of the crooks are there because he prevented the death of Sergeant Preston when my cabin burned. King sure did a good job. Yes, boy. Dave's talking about you all. That dog! Many crooks have said that Blackie and in just the same tone of voice. And each time King hears it, he says to himself, this case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Monday's adventure. Say, if you can't make up your mind which you like best, Quaker Puffed Wheat or Quaker Puffed Rice, here's what you do. 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The little girl was running straight toward it and King knew he must stop her. He did. And his reward was a bullet in the chest. It was a close thing. I was afraid that King would never hit the trail again. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Monday. Boys and girls, who owns the best-looking dog in your neighborhood? Whose dog is always at his master's side? Well, I'll bet he eats kennel ration because feeding a dog kennel ration is mighty swell. Kennel ration is made with choice cuts of U.S. government-inspected horse meat and packed with vitamins and minerals. So start feeding your dog kennel ration today and watch for a thick glossy coat, clear bright eyes, and a playful happy disposition. Have mom get kennel ration at her favorite dealer today. Kennel ration, first in canned dog food. This is Jay Michael wishing you good-bye, good luck, and good health from Quaker Pop Wheat and