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Constable! Constable! You'd better come quick. What's the trouble, Mr. Dewitt? Three crooks set up the train post and went to the storekeeper. I'll go right over. I'll go with you. All right, let's go. I saw him getting away, Constable. I was just coming out of the cafe across the street and I heard a muffled shot and saw three crooks run out of the store, head out to the South Trail with their dogs ready. Did you get a good look at them? Well, they were all bundled up in purpose, but I didn't notice one was a big fella, bigger than the other two. Did anyone go for the doctor? Yes, they're back in the doctor's store. But now, maybe Mike will be able to give a good description of the crooks. No, don't count on that. Mike's unconscious. God, if you'll be able to talk for some time. In that case, I'm wasting time going over there. I'll get my dog team and start out before those crooks have a chance to get too far. The three crooks who had about half an hour's start on the constable moved along the trail a couple of miles ahead. Hey, Fancy! Mark! Well, you better get off the sled and go on foot. We're not making good time with a load of two of you for the dogs to post. Oh! Oh, you hunky! Oh! Oh! Well, come on. Don't just sit there. Why don't you get off the sled? Oh, let's Fancy try it a while. No, I'm having a sore foot, guys. Mark should be the one. Oh, for Pete's sake. Why don't you get off the sled? All right, a while. Let's Fancy drive. Mark, you run along on foot. Good. Nobody in town will tell us. Except that young constable. We can handle him. He'll handle him if we have to. We might as well put as much distance behind us as we can. Don't you think that young constable will try to trail at your loner? He's just a type of wood, Fancy. Now I hope he does, for that matter, without waiting for any help. Well, I'm ready to ride. Get moving, Fancy. All right. Well, I'm getting very cold and hungry. After we put a few more miles behind us, we'll stop and rest and get some food. I'll get going. What's the rush, Pete? The freak looks turned off the main trail a mile or so further on. He took to the frozen surface of a creek where the wind swept ice, left no tracks. Finally, they approached the deserted cabin. Hold on. Hold on. The sooner I get inside out of this wind, the better I will like it. Come on. Let's go. Later, the crook, Mark, glanced out the cabin window and then got to his feet, excitedly. Hey, look. Something along the trail. A constable. All right. So it is. He's heading for the cab. What are we going to do, Mark? Don't get excited. He's only one mile. When he gets closer, I'll take a shot at him from the doorway. That'll stop him. Gosh, that's not good to shoot him out. I know what I'm doing, Fancy. Just leave it to me. I'll have my gun ready. And he's closer now to now. Here goes. Hey, get him. Yeah. He's dropped like a log. Come on. We'll go bring him into the cab. A short time later, constable Jim Fale lay unconscious on a bonk in the cabin. The three crooks stood over him. Yeah. The bullet-crisis temple gets him a bad bump on the back of his head. Yeah. Must have hit a chunk of ice when he fell. What are we going to do with him? I noticed some of the dead trappers' clothes are still in that old trunk over there. We'll take off the Mounties' clothes, put his uniform in the trunk, and dress him in the trappers up. Yeah. Why do that? Before we go on, we'll toss him into the ravine bag of the cabin. When? And if he's found, I don't think he's just some trapper who's had an accident. Now, let's get busy. The constable's uniform is put into the bottom of the old trunk under other clothes. He was dressed in the clothes left by the dead trapper. A few minutes after the change has been completed, the constable opened his eyes. Hey, Gus, come through, sir. Well, isn't that great? Where am I? I can't remember what happened. Hey, wait a minute, come on. I want to ask you something. Hey, you remember coming to this cabin, fella? No, no. I don't seem to remember anything. Who are you? You know who you are, don't you? Well, I, well, that's strange, but I don't. I can't remember my own name. Hey, what is it? I'm quiet. I heard it. Shut up. Hey, fella, maybe you'd remember if I told you your name is Pete. Pete. Uh-huh. Pete. Is that my name? I just can't remember. Don't let it worry you now. You'll be all right. Look, you flipped down the ice outside when we were coming in here and got a bump on your head. That's all. All right. I was with you, man. Oh, sure. Well, you're pale, Pete. Oh, my head. You don't remember that either, do you? No, no, I don't remember. Well, this, this thing is... Well, look, let me tell you exactly what happened and how things are. And then maybe you'll gradually get your memory back. Wee, that's right. Get him, Gus. Also, strange that... I swear, I never saw any of you before. Well, think hard now, Pete. Look, I'm Gus. That's Frenchie. Hello. He's Mark. We've been your pals for some time. We've all worked together on lots of robbery. That'll be a pleasure. Of course, Gus. Sure, that's right. We worked together on robberies, did you see? Listen to him, fellas. Talk to him like he's reformed or something. Sure. Yeah, with the entire money for us looking for him as well as us. It just doesn't make sense. I can't believe I ever robbed anyone. Oh, you can, eh? I suppose you can't believe you ever killed anyone, are you there? Killed? You mean to say... No, no, no, no. Take it easy. Well, come over here anyway, Pete. Don't tell me a bump on the head can change you that much. Why, the bullet crease you got from the constable before you killed him didn't faze you at all. Oh, lurch, I... All it's a strain to me. If I could only remember, I... I have to remember it. Oh, now take it easy. I... Get them sleep for a while, and we'll talk again. Excuse me. Come on, fellas. We'll play cards for a while, unless you break. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Say, mothers, take it from the kids. The breakfast treat that can't be beat is Quaker Pop Rice and Quaker Pop Wheat. They're the winner for sure. First of all, they're the winner for crisp, delicious taste, because they're the ones shocked from guns. Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice are actually exploded up to eight times normal size. They're popped to perfection, and they're the winner for sunny, natural flavor, a harvest of flavor that mother nature herself puts into the good, wholesome grain. So, a dad and the youngsters pour out a bowl full of swell-tasting Quaker Pop Rice or Quaker Pop Wheat. You can be sure there's no factory sweetening. No sugar added. Yes, that's the beauty of Quaker Pop Rice and Wheat. The youngsters like to put sugar on them themselves, lots of it, and the grown-ups in the family may want to put on less sugar to suit their taste. Yes, look tomorrow at your store for delicious Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice. You can spot them in the familiar packages with the picture of the big gun on the front. To continue, the young constable Jim Vail, whom the crooks now call Pete, fell into a deep but troubled sleep. The state of amnesia, which had been brought about by the blow on the back of his head, caused him to forget his entire past life. He had no reason for not accepting the story told by the crooks. Yet the idea that he was a crook and a killer was revolting to his real nature. He tossed and turned through the night. The following morning a wolf still troubled, but still with a complete loss of memory. Well, Pete, you look much better this morning. Get back to that long rest. You remember who we are now, don't you? No. No, I don't. All I remember is what you told me last night. Well, it's the truth, anyway. In my dreams, I saw uniforms. Monies. That's one thing it bothered me. Well, easy to see why after you plugged one of them. There were three of you last night, weren't there? Yeah, but Frenchie took one of our dog teams and went back to town to get the flies for a getaway. Since you eliminated the constable, it's safe enough for him to go. If I could only sink back... You'll gradually get your memory back, so stop worrying. I'm glad you're able to get up this morning. We'll be ready to hit the trail for the border this afternoon. You seem fit enough to travel now. Listen, you just forget all this, and let's have some coffee. That morning, Sergeant Preston and his great husky Yukon King arrived in Selkirk and stopped at the constable's office. Hey, hey! Hello! Hello, Envoy. The door's locked. Strange verily, isn't there on duty? Maybe we'll find him uptown. Come on, boy, we'll leave the team here till we come back. Sergeant Preston and King headed along the main street. They've met one of the townsmen. Well, hello, Sergeant. Glad to see you. Hello, Mr. DeWitt. You seen the constable this morning? He stared out the trail three crooks just the afternoon, Sergeant. They robbed the trading post and wounded Mike. The constable hasn't come back yet. I see. I'd been thinking a young fellow like that wouldn't have much care to get three tough crooks, but he was anxious to get right after them. Which way do they go? They took the south trail, Sergeant. Too bad you weren't here to go along with the constable, James. That's what I mean. I'll try to pick up his trail and go after him. He may have run into trouble. Thanks for the information, DeWitt. Come along, King. Bye to the team. Your friendship hurriedly arrived at the stop. Oh, hurray, oh. Hey, guys, I find out something important. What? That money was a big dog, Sergeant Preston. He was stopping at the constable's office just as I hit it out of town. I couldn't personally see it. Hey, that's bad for us. That may mean anything to you, Pete. No. No, it doesn't. Should it? Yeah, in a way. When he finds out what you did to the constable, he'll be coming after him. What are we going to do? Look, since Pete's the one who killed the constable, it's only right that he should be the one to go back along in the trail and watch for that man. That's right. You mean you want me to go watch for him alone? Yeah, I'll give you back your guns. You can go back along the trail, find a place to hide, and shoot him from ambush if you happen to follow it. Sure. Remember, Pete, he can't just hit you with a thing. We'll have the sled packed and ready when you get back. Now you better get started, Pete. And for your own good. Don't let that Mountie get past you. Remember, you have to get him first. Well, all right, I'll do it. Sergeant Preston had gone to the constable's cabin with Yukon King so the intelligent dog could get the sled. He took one of the constables' old mittens, then drove his dog team to the South Trail. Hey, King! Hey, King! This glove will give you the stand, boy. I'll find him, King. Find the constable. Fine, boy. All right, I'm coming! I'm coming! The constable still troubled because of his loss of memory, had gone on foot about a mile back along the creek trail and hid behind a small ridge to wait for the arrival of Sergeant Preston. Meantime, the others, back in the cabin, chuckled over events as they hastily packed up to ease. Oh, that's too impressive, fellas. And the constable holds off Sergeant Preston and slug him while we light out for the boy. We'll be far away when that crazy constable comes back to the cabin. He believes he's a programist, doesn't he? Well, come on. We're ready to leave now. Benji, you and Mark take our team. I'll drive the constable. All right, guys. Mark! Mark, here! Out along the trail, the constable waited patiently. Finally, he heard dogs that indicated the arrival of Sergeant Preston. I see him now. The money they expected. I have to shoot him. If I don't, he'll take me back to murder. As Sergeant Preston came within range, constable Jim twice took aim, but hesitated to pull the trigger. No, I can't kill him in cold blood. I'll step out and face him. I'll give him a chance. Sergeant Preston drove his team along the trail. As he approached the small ridge, a figure in nondescript clothing was called. Okay, I'll see you. Thank you. He might use that gun on you and come along for once. Slowly, with hands up raised, Sergeant Preston walked toward the man holding the gun on him. He'll not get away with this, mister. You're a constable veil. What is this? Where's your uniform? Your uniform? Constable, I'll listen, Sergeant. I know where your team is. I'm not going back to Hayes. I'm not going back to kill you. I don't understand this. You must be out of your head, constable. Put down that gun. No, don't come any closer. My friends told me what happened and why you'd be coming here. Put down that gun and listen to reason, constable. As Sergeant Preston taught, he signaled to the great dog King, the intelligent dog Wyatt. Then, as if frightened, crept off to one side. The constable, his eyes fixed in a strange way on the man in uniform before him, failed to pay any attention to King. I'm not going to use my gun and get this over with. That is over with the great dog King, flying from one side, grabbing the constable's gun and hammering him to the ground. Ah, dear gun. I'm King, easy boy. Oh, mister, that sounds... Constable. Constable. It is said when he fell for a few moments, Preston worked over the constable. Then, finally, the man opened his eyes. Sergeant Preston. What happened? How did you get here? You don't remember what you just tried to do, constable? Well, yes, I... I tried to go to the cabin that was a shop and that's all I knew. Cabin? What cabin? Cabin right over there. So, where is it? They were inside. I know it was there. Easy. We'll get this all straightened out in a minute. Well, I... my uniform. Where is it? Where did I get these from? That's one of the things I'm going to find out. So, what is this? I don't understand. You must have lost your memory when you were shot. Do you remember anything at all that happened after you heard the shot at the cabin? No, nothing, Sergeant. Nothing until a moment ago when I opened my eyes and saw you bending over. Okay, don't pick up your trails from here to the cabin. Always travel until you know what happened when I met you and what I heard in town. Come on, we'll get back to my club. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Check and see. See if your whole family, the youngsters, dad and mom, don't prefer delicious Quaker Pop Rice and Quaker Pop Wheat for breakfast. Check and see how much you like the sunny natural flavor of the good, wholesome grain. The sunny natural flavor that old mother nature puts into it. These premium grains are never factory sweetened. Sugar is never added to them. And few mothers will double check on this. Some of your family will like their cereal not so sweet, while others will like it ever so sweet. Now, here's the beauty of Quaker Pop Rice and Quaker Pop Wheat. The whole family can sweeten them with sugar or use no sugar at all just as they prefer. You bet. That's the way to enjoy the sunny natural flavor of the one shot from guns. Remember, mom, to check and double check on the way everybody in the family goes for delicious, crisp, fresh, Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice. To continue, after King found the sentence, started up along the creek trail, Preston related what had happened. The constable was very much upset to think he had held a gun on the sergeant. Preston told him to forget the matter and to tell him about the events up to the time the constable reached the cabin. After hearing how the young mother had immediately set out treading the creek road, Preston said, The cabin you speak of can't be too far since you were on foot, constable. The fact that you lost your memory probably saved your life. The entire time is blank to me, sergeant. Are you all right now, constable? Oh, yes, sir. The circle of robin approach from the rear. Let's go. Come on, thanks. A short time later, the two mouties discovering the cabin was empty. Why didn't you try it? Haven't been gone long, and the fire's still smoldering. Did we call being in here before? No, I don't. Let's face the place, see if we can find any evidence that will point to the coast. Let's get busy. The two mouties started a thorough search of the cabin. Sergeant Preston went through the old trunk and found the constable's uniform on the bottom. Constable, look here. They're uniforms. Oh, I'm sure glad you found that, Sergeant. Wasn't what we were looking for, but it's lucky we found it. I'll put it on, constable. Quickly, the constable removed the trappers clothing he was wearing and put on his uniform. Then he spoke. Oh, this feels more like it. Now what do we do, Sergeant? We'll have King pick up their trail out front. They must have taken your team. Come on, we'll find those jerks and bring them back to Selkirk. Meanwhile, Gus Frenchy and Mark must along the south trail at a fast pace. I know that young Maldi must have been Preston. I hope so. His hand is going to be sore when he gets back to the cabin and finds we've left him. But what can he do? He will not dare go to town if he thinks he's wanted for murder. Yeah, that's right. Hey! Hey, wait a minute! Stop this piece! Oh! Oh, that hole! What's the matter, Gus? I need some help to fix it. All right, we might as well pull off the trail and let the dogs arrive till we get his fix. Will you pull over behind that embank and the rice and snow to the left? We'll be out of the wind. We'll eat that in two while we're stopped. Let's go. After fixing the tug line, the three crooks sat on blankets behind the embankment, eating while the dogs rested in the snow nearby. We've been here too long already, fellas. We'd better start out again. No use of it. Hey, listen, hey, that sounds like somebody coming down the trail. Yeah, maybe something slipped up and that crazy councilman didn't get it. What are we going to do for these, Edmony? We'll stay here and keep our eyes on the trail. It is Sergeant Preston and that dog it is. We'll have a good chance to gun both of them from here. Look, coming around this bend down there looks like two mollies, Gus. Boy, he's riding this sled. Yeah, there are two. Get your guns ready. When they get well in range, we'll let them have it. Sergeant Preston, with a constable and king, came around the bend and heads along the trail. Until they were almost opposite the embankment where the three crooks were waiting. King running a short distance ahead and suddenly stopped. Then facing the embankment, part to indicate the crooks had turned off the trail at that point. What do you matter, Sergeant? The way King was acting, Constable, I feel sure the crooks turned off the trail through that embankment and they still beat it. Get down. Get behind that snow bank over there. Come on. Right. The two mollies quickly sprang behind a thick snow bank. Sergeant Preston fired a few shots to cover their movement. There's a tail made now. Not so long, I hope. You stay here. Fire is shot at you once in a while to hold their attention. What are you going to do? I'll crawl along behind this snow bank with those evergreens over there. I'm sorry to come up behind them. I'll take King with me. Go ahead, keep their attention. Right. Come on, King. While a constable fired intermittenly to hold the crook's attention, Preston and King managed to reach the grove of trees unseen. Then they made their way through the grove, and moved cautiously up behind the crook's. They were still watching the snow bank out along the trails. Suddenly Preston called out, What's this guns in reach, all of you? There's a monkey behind that. It's talking to Preston. Hold it! Oh, my arms! As Justin the other crooks turned on Preston, they were exposed to the constable out on the trails. The constable fired. Oh! I'm here for out-getting. Oh, my arms! Oh, my arms! But the constable moved in from the side and grabbed Mark's gun. I'm just as he fired. The bullet went harmlessly over Preston's head. Dunking! Easy boy. Watch him. I'll pick up the guns. I improved a bit of both of that when I did. We got him. Maybe. But now you're through. You all right, Sergeant? Yes, constable. That shot of yours came in mighty handy. Hey, look it. It's that young man. He's a constable. That's right. Mark, he must have been faking after all, as you thought. Maybe he was. That's something you'll never know. Constable. Better search for a sled. See if you can turn up the stolen money from the trading post. All right, Sergeant. A few minutes. The constable came back after searching the crook's sled, carrying the carpet bag. The stolen cash is in this carpet bag, Sergeant. Good. That's evidence against them. We'll arrest you three in the name of the clown. I'll sure be glad to get them back to the shelter jail. So will I. I'll fix their wounds and head back to town. Once they're in jail, and since you're yourself again, constable, I'll be able to say this case is closed. Sergeant Preston will return in just a moment with a word about our next exciting adventure. Some of the most popular people you know are waiting for you on Mutual every Sunday. They're on hand to bring you their good company wherever you are, wherever you go, whatever you do. 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You're all leaving today for Sulphur City. Meet the boy and take him to his uncle's trading post. Bobby's an orphan, Sergeant. Do your best to make the trip pleasant for him. Very well, sir. Sergeant Preston doesn't know that Bobby isn't wanted at the trading post. Nor does he suspect that the boy's nagging, money-mad uncle will force Bobby to turn to criminals for help. Be sure to hear the next exciting adventure. These Sergeant Preston of the 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 cereal's shot from guns by special recording in cooperation with the Mutual Broadcasting System. They are a copyrighted feature of Sergeant Preston of the Yukon Incorporated, created by George W. Trenble, produced by Trenble Campbell Mule Incorporated and directed by Fred Flowerday. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. This is J. 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