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He had persuaded his mother to come to Dawson from Seattle, taking a small bank account they had to make the trip and to pay expenses until the claim began to pay off. But so far, the money had dwindled and the take from the claim had been extremely little. One evening at supper, after Fred put in a hard day working the claim, his mother tried to encourage him. John, you haven't smiled since you came in. The winter's setting in past now. I thought by this time I'd have stuck enough paid dirt to carry it over. We'll get through somehow, Fred. I'm sure that before long, you'll make a strut. We run out of money. Food is high, and with the winter breaking on us now, what are we going to live on? Fred, perhaps we could get credit at the treatment post to carry us until the claim does pay off. Why don't you take the dog team right now and go into Dawson to the trading post? But if they should give me credit and I couldn't pay later, we'd lose the dog team and the claim too. You've got to face it here. We certainly can't keep the dogs if we can't feed them or ourselves. It's a chance we'll have to take and then hope for the best. Well, all right, Mom. I'll go to the trading post and see what I can do. They won't give me credit. Well, I reckon the only other thing will be to sell what we have and get back to Seattle somehow. Fred, the hitched up the dog team and set up for town. Later that evening, he stopped in front of the trading post. Oh, hold on. He stood for a moment hesitating. He could see several men standing around the big stove inside as he gazed through the window. Well, here goes. I don't get credit for this. What can I do for you? Well, I want to get quite a lot of supply. Sure, sure. Now, if you just give me your list and get them together for me in a jiffy. Well, at first, well, I can't pay right now. You'd trust me until my claim pays off better. Yes. But you'll get your money. Just look at that. Isn't that I'm hard-hearted or anything like that, mind you? But the first year of the rush, I got took for plenty by chichacos who promised to pay me off when they made a strike. Now, having myself to think of two, I made it a policy not to stake anyone who doesn't have a pay-in claim. Oh, look, my name's Fred Olton. My mother and I have claimed 20 up in Bonanza. We have a dog team and Fred and a cabin up there. If you could see your way clear in our case... Oh, and I know where number 20 is located. It's one of them secondary claims back off the creek on the hilltop. Well, that's right. Not one of those claims there have paid off, Olton. Sorry as I am to say it. Now, it would be better for you to cash in for the little you'd get on your dog team and cabin right now and save yourself a lot of greed. Winter's setting in. We couldn't get out of the territory even if we decided to. Especially if I sold a dog team. Sure and a good many find themselves in the same predicament, sad to say. Well, I feel sure if you let me have the supplies that I'll make that claim pay off. Sorry, lad, but I just can't do it. There's several useless cabins and bad claims I have on the hands already for unpaid accounts. No, for bitter grub to last a day or two would help you. I'll let you have it. I'm not asking for charity. Just forget the whole thing, mister. I'll find a way to get the supplies I want one way or another. With discouragement in his heart and his mind torn with frustration and unreasonable anger, Fred left the trading post and approached his dog team. For a few minutes, he stood near his sled, dreading to start back home of the disheartening news. As he stood there undecided what to do, a heavy-sucked man came out of the trading post. Hello, Oldman. My name is Jerry Strong. Hi. How'd you know my name? I don't remember meeting you before, Strong. We haven't met before. I happened to overhear you talk with a storekeeper. What I heard, I figured things are kind of tough for you right now. I think that's right. If you think you'd be interested in making some cash, maybe I can help you do it. Just what would I have to do to get the cash you mentioned? I'd like to hire you and your dog team for a few hours tonight, that's all. But I'll pay you well for it. What do you want to hire me and the dog team for? Well, it's a friend of mine over in the cafe. I want you to take him and me a few miles up Wolf Creek a little later tonight. We have some business up there with an old prospect or friend of ours. What do you say? It's lame. Oh, it doesn't make any difference. We'll pay you $25 to take it there and back. $25? All right, I'll do it. Good. You meet us in front of the cafe in about half an hour. I'll see you then. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. It's to wind up the pitch. The bases are loaded and it's a two-waggle as the game's tied up. 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Well, now, it's good to see you, Sergeant. And King, too. I haven't been around for the past two weeks or so. No, Mike. King and I just got in from a trip to Selkirk. I find I'm out of coffee, so I dropped over to get some. Coffee, it is, Sergeant. Yeah. Sure, that's all for now? That's all I can think of, Mike. Oh, Mike, but it's still good. That it is, for anything in the place. Sure, in just a short while ago, a lad came in asking for credit through the winter. Sorry I was to have to turn him down. Only what I know? Oh, that I can't say. The name was, um, you know, let me see. Oh, yes, Orton, he said it was. Fred Orton. Has a claim upon bonanza. One of those hillside claims that never seemed to pay off. The young fellow and his mother will have to claim that thing. It seems to me that was his name. Like his nurse, it's the same chap. Dark, nice-looking. Said he and his mother have number 20 claims. Yes, that is the same one. My conscience has been bothering me since he left for lab. He was that upset he went out and slammed the door behind. I see. Things must be rather bad for them, then. Yeah, that's right. He said they were out of money, but he still seemed sure he'd make a go of it if they could get through the winter. Soon he looked so desperate when he left, saying he'd get supplies one way or another. It's certainly to think, and that it is. Must be very hard, Ed. Yeah. You think you'll be heading out that trail any time soon, Sergeant? Why, Mike? Well, now, if we do, stop by and tell Orton I changed my mind. Oh? To come on in and get the supplies he needs on credit. The look on his face will haunt me all winter if I don't give him the credit he had for it. I'm glad you changed your mind, Mike. You're not losing by it. I think I'll go up there in the morning and give him the news. Good. That'll be a relief to me, Mike. I'm sure it'll be a relief to them, too. Good night, Mike. Good night. Come along, King. Jerry Strong and his friend, Baldi, found Fred Orton waiting outside the cafe with his dog team as he promised. The three men set out along the well-beaten Wolf Creek trail. The cold, gusty wind swirled the light-dry top snow in white, dusty clouds, obliterating any slight tracks they might have made. Sometime later, they stopped before a remote cabin. Oh, who am I? Well, this is the place. Our business is rather private. I wonder if you'd mind waiting outside for about five or ten minutes. I guess I can stand it. I'm sure you won't be any longer in this. We won't. Don't worry. Come on, Baldi. Let's get inside and get this over with. All right. Fred watched as the two men went to the cabin and entered without knocking. For a few minutes, he heard nothing but the wind. And then his attention was attracted by the voice of a man raised in fear and protest inside the cabin. Oh, no! Get out of here! I'll let you have it! A moment later, Fred was startled by the sound of a muzzle shot. That shot was inside the cabin. I'd better go see what happened. As Fred reached the door, it suddenly opened and strong barred his way. But not before he saw a sight inside that gripped him with a sudden fear. Get back to the sled, old man. Hey, that old man lying on the floor. You shot him. That's right. We did. I get back to the sled and make a friend. Put the sack of cold dust under the blanket on the sled, baldy. Sure. You ride on the sled, baldy. I'll follow along behind the stumpy charcoal and have my gun handed. Now I get it. You took that old prospector's golden and murdered. You're getting a little smarter now, old man. I'll start the dog team and go straight ahead. But that's going away from tossing. I have to get back. My place is in Bernanth and Craig. Don't be stupid. You're not going back. We're heading for Selkirk and you're going with us. After the threats you made in the trading post one way or another, they'll blame you for what happened when you turn up missing. I'll get going. All right. Come on. Early the following morning, Sergeant Preston took King and went in the impromptu to deliver Mike's message to the old man. He stopped at their cabin. Good morning, Mrs. Olden. You... you're Sergeant Preston. That's right. I just know you've come to tell me something has happened to Fred. Please, Sergeant, tell me what's happened to our boy. Well, Mrs. Olden, I came here to see your son to bring him a message from the trading post. But Fred isn't here. He didn't come home last night. Oh, I'm so worried. I've been almost out of my mind. Well, I'm sure he's all right, Mrs. Olden. It was a little upset, I understand, because Mike at the trading post refused in credit. Poor Fred. That was his last hope. But Mike changed his mind. I came to tell you and Fred that you may have all the credit you want. Oh, thank heavens. But, Sergeant, where can Fred be? Oh, don't worry. I'll try to locate him. Perhaps you'd better get your rafts and come to town with me. You can wait at the trading post until I find him. Yes, yes, I couldn't stand waiting here any longer. I'll get my things and be with you in a few minutes, Sergeant. Oh, do come again. Thanks. Come on. Oh, uh, you have something of your son's, a glove or something like that. Well, yes, of course. Here's a glove of yours, but why do you want it? Just in case I have to trail Fred, King will be able to get the scent in his clothes. Oh. Now we'll get started for town. Come along, Colin. You'll be warm enough under the blankets on the sled. Here, let me help you. You're so very kind, Sergeant. Thanks. I'll try not to worry. I'm sure everything will be all right. All right. I'm coming. Sergeant Preston took Mrs. Alton to the trading post and left her with Mike's wife. Then, leaving his dog team outside, he and King went through town making inquiries about Fred Alton, but learned nothing. Finally, Preston stopped in at the constable's office. Hello, Sergeant. Hi, there. Morning, Constable. You happen to know young fellow named Fred Alton has claimed 20 up on a bonanza. Well, I've seen him once or twice. Five times? Why? He came to the trading post last night. When he was refused credit, Mike said he looked desperate. As he went out, said he'd get supplies one way or another. He didn't get home last night. That's not that good, is it? No, it isn't. I'm worried about it. His mother's quite upset, too. I seem like fine people. Fred doesn't just sort of do anything out of the way with what a man's been desperate for. Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean. He's gone, is he? Just thought of something. He was at the trading post last night. Probably left his dog, King, right out front. I have one of his gloves. King, he got the scent from that. Then we can go to the trading post to see if King can pick up Alton's trail. I'll say that's a good idea. I'll come along with you. I'd like to see King in action. All right, glad to have you. Let's go. Come on, King. A short time later, Preston and the constable stood in front of the trading post. Preston held out Fred's glove for King to sniff. Then he spoke a command. Finding King, find him, fella. As the two mouties watched, King put his nose to the frozen ground and circled around, trying to find the scent of a similar to the one on the glove. Suddenly, he barked eagerly, ran a short distance, then stopped and looked back, still barking. They found Alton's trail, Jim. Well, what do you know about that? After him, fella, finding King, on King, on you, Husky. King headed along the main street. Reaching the cafe, he circled a few times and then started in the direction of the Wolf Creek Trail. Preston and the constable hurriedly followed King for the dog team to find the approach to the old prospectus' cabin. King had stopped there and came in puzzlement. Then as the two men came along with the sled, the great dog turned toward the cabin and sniffed at the door. Oh, how you doing, fella? I'd say that Fred Alton went on up the trail and had stopped here at this cabin. I'd say that Fred Alton had stopped here at this cabin first. Well, we'll go in and ask about him. Come on. What do you say, will you, sir? Take a look at me now. What, constable? What's there on the floor? The old prospector named Drew. We said to have quite a bit of gold here, his cabin. He's done for all right. Shot through the heart. Constable, you've got to go back to town. Take my team and sled and carry to his body. All right, sir. You're looking for Fred. I'll follow his trail and we'll find him and bring him back. Come on, boy. All during the night and most of the following morning, Jerry Strong and Baldi forced Fred Alton to mush steadily onward over the frozen trail that led to Selkert. During the few short stops they made for food and rest, Fred racked his brain to think of a way out of his predicament. But he didn't have a gun and the two crooks were constantly on the alert. One or the other was always watching him with a gun ready for instant use. Finally, they reached the deserted cabin on the side of a trail and decided to make a prolonged stop. It was late afternoon and they made preparations to hit the trail again. That's a good thing we found that George Venison someone to cash here, Baldi. We'll take what's left along with us. Yeah, we'll need it before we reach Selkert. Oh, that's strong. You've got this far. Why not take my dog team and let me make my way back? My mother's there waiting for me and by the time I get back to Dawson, why do you hear that, Baldi? Olden wants us to let him go back and tell the Monies what he knows. That's a hard one. But all you have is that small supply of dried venison. It won't be enough for the two of you, much less for three. Selkert's still a long way from here. What's more, the dogs will need some food and they'll give out. Hey, there's nothing to what you say, all right? But then you'll not make me go on with you? Nope, I reckon not. Hey, let's come over here, Jerry. As it is, the Monies will be looking for Olden when they discover that dead prospector. But if Olden gets back to tell him the truth, they start a search for us. Who said he was going to get back? I'm not that crazy. I said I decided not to take you along with us from here. In other words, Olden, dead men tell no tales. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Hey, kids, wouldn't you like to be in the ballpark and see how a star pitcher makes the ball curve right over home plate? 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Think of my mother. You can think of her to Baldi gets the meat ready to pack on the sled. After that you won't do anything. Or talk it. I'll take the dry venison out to the sled right now, Jerry. Don't do anything till I get back. I want to watch the fun. The blood doesn't murder strong. I don't care. I'll get your wine until Baldi gets back inside. He'll enjoy it. I'm getting tired of holding this gun all the time anyway. Hey, Jerry. Somebody's coming along the trail. Looks like a mountain to me. A mountain, huh? Let's do some fast thinking. Baldi, when he gets here, you answer the door. See what he says. I'll stand back here and have the gun pointed right at the door. You stand over to one side so he won't see you when Baldi opens the door. I'll get over there and keep quiet, understand? If you don't, I'll... All right, I'll keep quiet. I'll let the money in. We'll leave two of them behind when we set out for Selkirk. Meanwhile, Sergeant Preston, with King running just ahead of him, approached the cabin. He saw the dog team waiting out front. Taking his gun in his hand, he approached cautiously, Oh, hello. I didn't expect to see you, Baldi. You live here? Sure do. I suppose that's your dog team. Yep. It's getting ready to go after more supplies. I'm looking for a young man named Fred Alton. It's all rather dark. You seen him? No. Nobody's been by here for several days. You lie, Mr. Fred Alton came here and entered this cabin. That's what you think. Why not come in and look around? I shall. Stop aside. As Sergeant Preston with a drawn gun stepped across the threshold, Fred Alton yelled out a warning. Preston had been keeping an eye on Baldi, even though the man didn't have a gun. Momentarily gave his attention to the inside of the cabin. As the money stepped past him, Baldi grabbed for his gun arm, at the same time calling out to Jerry Strong. Oh, grab him, Jerry. Use your gun. Holding Joel, pressing aside, Preston lashed out with a slashing blow. As Jerry Strong would help fire a moment to avoid hitting Baldi, he raised his gun. Fred Alton jumped in front of Jerry Strong's gun and took a bullet intended for Preston. The strong raised his gun for another shot at Preston, King without waiting for a command lunged forward, grabbing the killer by the arm and dragging him to the floor. Help, the dog! Get away, will you? Longing, down below, good, King. Fred. All right. I plan to kill you if you came here. Then you were going to kill me. You took a bullet intended for me, Fred. Let me see that. Picture right shoulder. I killed an old prospect and forced me to go with him. I'll take all three of you back to Dawson City. After we get there, we'll learn the truth about everything. Preston handcuffed the two crooks together, put Fred Alton on the sled and started back to Dawson. Fred's mother was told what had happened and though she was relieved that her son had been found, she waited anxiously the next day while Fred was taken to the constable's office to be questioned with the two crooks. Later that afternoon, Preston with King and Fred entered the trading post where Mrs. Alton was waiting. Fred, is everything all right? Well, you finally got the truth, Mrs. Killers, Mrs. Alton. I'm glad to say that Fred's been exonerated. Thank heaven. I just knew my boy wasn't guilty. I felt sure of that too when he took the bullet intended for me. If guilty, he wouldn't have done that. Was a mighty fine thing for him to do. Did you tell him to do so? Yes, Mike, he did. I'll make good at the claim. I heard something else today that makes me think you will, Milad. Two claims right next to yours have struck a great share. And with yours between the two of them, you can be sure there's gold there. Isn't it wonderful, Fred? Golly, it sure is. Of course, you'll have to dig for it. But meantime, anything you want is yours. On credit. Now, do you get those men to tell the truth, Sergeant? Each one blamed the other for Joe's murder and they finally told the whole story. King saved the day at that cabin. You'd have had your hands full with the two of them. He's certainly a wonderful dog. I think because of him, Sergeant Preston was able to trail you and reach you in time. He knows we're talking about him. That he does. Sitting there with his ears perched up and sought a grin and like. I think he's happy, I'm sure, Mike, because he knows things have turned out all right. This case is closed. We'll return in just a moment with a word about our next exciting adventure. Young America keeps his musical knowledge up to date by listening to Phonorama Times starring Johnny Desmond. Every Saturday, Johnny presents a roundup of the planners that are making musical history from coast to coast. 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