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You'll fire me, you'll plead for my job and you'll take me back. You'll cover the whole business in one operation. But why does he want to fire you? I'll give you my word, Nell. This time I don't know. All right. Let's go and find out. Nell and Bert left the city room and walked down the corridor to the office of the managing editor. They stopped for a moment outside the door. And then Nell squared her shoulders and knocked. Who's that? It's the Marshalls, Chief. Songs, dances and funny saves. These are my sudden commands. Uh-oh. Sit down. You want both of us to sit down? That's what I said. I told you it was serious, Bert. It is? What's the biggest news story on the west coast of present time? The Ainsley murder. That's all over. The Yukon gold. That's right. I'm going to send you up there to cover it. Huh? Gold will be had for the taking. The last frontier. There isn't a man, woman, or child in the United States who doesn't want to be there. They read every line we print about the Yukon. What do we give them? The garbled stories of a few miners who return. Conagul is going to be the first paper in the United States to have its own correspondent in Yukon. Wonderful. Hey, don't know how you'll get your stories back here. That's up to you, but it's your big chance. Well, thanks, Chief. Thanks very much. He wants your permission for me to go, Nell. Give it to him. I think he meant that I was to go, too. I did. Now, wait a minute, Mr. Meredith. She's Nell Marshall, not Nellie Bly. What's more, she's my wife. Exactly. Whither thou goest I go? Not to the Yukon. You're not serious, Chief. Yes, I am. And I'll tell you why. Burt, you were the principal witness for the state during the Angely Mudder Dial. Your testimony should have convicted you of branding. He was guilty. But the jury set him free. I wonder how much it cost him. Yeah, that doesn't matter now. He was acquitted. And I have it on good authority. Perhaps I should say bad authority. The word comes from the underworld. But he intends to get even with you. That doesn't worry me. It worries me. I may not sound like it most of the time, but I'm fond of you and Nell. Nell is human. We are not amused, Mr. Marshall. Well, neither am I. That's why I said it. We know you like us, Chief. Well, I don't want anything to happen to you. So I'm sending you to the Yukon. There's no reason why Nell has to go. Well, Brandon has a warped mind. If you aren't around, he may try to get even through her. The Yukon's rough country. Oh, that doesn't bother me. I want to go, Bert. You're sure? Positive. Okay, Chief, you're around. Your outfit's already being bought. Your passage has been booked on the Portland bell. You'll sail in a week. Until then, you'll stay at my farm. And you'll be guarded every minute. Pick it and then. Hey, I won't see you again before you sail. No one will. So I'm going to say goodbye now. Goodbye and good luck to you. And so it happened that a week later at midnight, Bert and Nell sailed on the Portland bell. We're on our way, Bert. It's adventure, Nell. It's going to be a lot of fun. Oh, I hope so. A month later, they reached the town of Whitehorse on the southern shore of Lake Labarge. There, they rented a cabin and settled down to wait for the spring break-up. And there, Bert arranged for an interview with Roger Garrett, the most fabulous of the Bonanza millionaires. He talked with Garrett in this room on the second floor of the Whitehorse Hotel. And when the interview was over, he started down the corridor to the front stairs. Just as he reached them, he heard a noise at the other end of the corridor. A man was coming up the back stairs. Bert recognized him. Duke Brandon. He hurried down to the first floor and out of the hotel. A few minutes later, he reached his cabin. I saw him. Well, I hope you saw him. You had an appointment. Not Garrett. Duke Brandon. Oh, no. Yes. Are you sure? On the second floor of the Whitehorse Inn. He was coming up the back stairs. I went down the front. Did he see you? I don't think so. No one but the chief knew we were coming up here and he wouldn't tell anybody. Brandon can't be following you. That doesn't make much difference, does it? He's here and this is a small town. What are you going to do? Go to the police? Let me don't censor that. Brandon was acquitted of murder. There's no charge against him. Well, you could ask for protection. I've thought of a better idea. What's that? Leave here. For Dawson? Why not? We'll get to Dawson ahead of him. We'll stay there long enough to ride up the town and then we'll catch a steamer for St. Michael in Alaska. Leave for home up there. I'm with you. Whatever you decide. I don't like running away, of course. It might be better to face Brandon and get it over with. Oh, no, Bert. It wouldn't only be Brandon. He probably has Link Tanner with him. Link's a cold-blooded killer. No, I agree. Let's get out of here. All right. I'll write up this interview with Garrett and we'll leave all our stuff at the post office for the next mail sled to pick up. I'll write to the chief and tell him what we're planning to do. Good idea. We can leave town tonight. An hour later, Bert was finishing his story. And now it started to pack their belongings when someone knocked on the door. Bert, you don't suppose... No. Just one of the sourdoughs come to pass the time of day. No. I'm Sergeant Preston, Northwest Mother Police. How do you do, Sergeant? Won't you come in? I go? I can come in too? Of course. All right, boy. Shall I introduce myself? I know who you are. You're Bert Marshall, San Francisco Chronicle, and this is your wife. That's right. How do you do, Sergeant? I see you're packing. Are you planning to leave Whitehorst? Well, yes, Sergeant. Tonight. By dog sled? Yes. Snow won't last for another 24 hours. It better arrange for a boat and wait for the breakup. Well, there's enough snow to take us past the 30-mile river, and the Lewis and the Yukon are still frozen solid, aren't they? Yes. It's dangerous travel, though. Well, we thought... If I were you, Bert, I'd tell this Sergeant why we're anxious to leave Whitehorst. I'd be interested. I'd like to know first why you're here. It'll be better if you follow your wife's suggestion. Better? Sergeant, there's a man who's just come to Whitehorst called Duke Brandon. My husband testified against him in a murder trial back in San Francisco. And well, we've been warned that he intends to... to make him pay for it. You mean that Brandon intends to kill your husband? He may try. We'd rather not give him the chance. I see. That's our story, Sergeant. What's yours? You had an appointment with Roger Garrett this afternoon at two o'clock. Yes. I was with him from two and to nearly three. Whatever. Calling the clerk at the inn, you were the last person to see him alive. He's dead? Oh, dear. Oh, what happened? He was perfectly all right when I left him. He was shot, Mr. Marshall. Straight to the heart. Murdered. Surely you don't think I had anything to do with it? No, I don't. The clerk saw you leave the hotel ten minutes before he heard the shot. Said you were running. I want to know why. Tell him. I will. Just as I was starting down the stairs from the second floor, I saw Duke Brandon coming up the back way. You were sure of that? Absolutely. He was dressed like a prospector, but I've seen too much of that face to make any mistake about it. You willing to identify him? He... he's the one... I'm only asking you to identify the man you saw on the second floor Sen. If you find him... Duke Brandon's at headquarters. You've arrested him already? He's being held under suspicion. Will you come to headquarters with me? Oh, Bert. The same thing all over again. Why is it that you always have to get involved in... Easy now. I'm sorry. I'll come with you, Sergeant. As soon as I get into my pocket. The two men walk down the main street to the northwest-mounted headquarters. The sergeant asked Bert to wait outside his office for a moment. Just sit here. I won't keep you long. That's all right. Oh, your back, sir. Yes, Fred. brought Marshall with me. I want to see Brandon. He's in the next room. All right, Brandon, this way. I hope you've come here senses. Sergeant, you've got no right to hold me. I have a letter here that Garrett was writing before he died. Entity says that he's expecting a call from you. That he's going to refuse to pay you any more blackmail. He says that if necessary, he'll go back to California and serve time, and he'll take you to jail with him. You heard what Link Tan and Baldie said. I didn't leave my cabin all afternoon. White horse is a small town and newcomers are watched closely. You were seen to leave your cabin. I never. What's more, you were seen on the second floor of the White Horse in at three o'clock. 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But nothing more was said about him that evening. They went to Bert at 10 o'clock. At midnight, Nell woke up. The cabin was silent. She was unable to hear anything and still there had been something. What was it that had awakened her? A scratching noise. Bert. Right. Bert. Are you sure you bolted the door? Of course. It isn't much of a bolt. And that hole for the latch string. Somebody could reach through it with a piece of wire. If anybody did that, we'd hear them. I did hear something. At that moment, a cold breath of air touched their faces. The door was opening. What? There's a lamp on the table. Light it, Baldie. Who's there? Stay right where you are. I can see your plane. You're coming. Do as he says, Bert. There's your lamp. Link Tanner. Yeah. I get in your clothes. You and a missus. Hurry up. Link watched Bert and Nell as they dressed. The gun held Limpley in his right hand. A twisted smile on his lips. You did your parkas, too. What's this all about? Don't ask questions. It'll waste time. Put on your parka. And sit down at the table and write what I tell you. I refuse. Shall I hit Baldie? Beat him up, Mrs. Marshall? No. Go on, Bert. All right. I'll call a junk outside and load it on her sled, Baldie. Ernest a team, too? Yeah. Drive ours around in bag. Now, write this, Bert. I didn't tell the truth. I only said what I did. You want me to write word for word? Yeah. I only said what I did so as to get Duke Brandon in trouble. But I can't witness against him. You got that? Yes. Sign your name. There. That's it. Where are you going to take us? You're going all the way to Alaska with Baldie and me. Yeah, this is OK. Nell screamed as Link brought the butt of his gun down on Bert's head. The gunman turned to hurt. Now it's your turn, sister. No. Load one of mine each sled, Baldie. I'll keep watch out in front. It was a quarter of a mile to the sergeant's cabin, and King was sleeping in the run out in bag with the rest of the team. It may have been that he actually hurt Nell's scream, or it may have simply been another instance of uncanny ability to send danger. At any rate, he woke up a growl deep in his throat. His rough stiffy raised his chin to the air. He howled. And from the distance came an answer. Then, without any further hesitation, he leaped for the top of the fence and scrambled over. King started down the street toward the marshall cabin. When he reached it, he lay down in the shadows at the rear of the cabin next door. He saw Baldie carry the unconscious body of Nell out and put her on a sled, and then cover her with a bare skin robe. Then he carried Bert out and put him on another sled. King turned and ran back to his master's cabin, where he scratched on the door. What is it, King? Something wrong? King ran a few feet down the street, and then stopped and looked back at the sergeant, inviting him to follow. All right, boy. I'll get into some clothes. It only took the sergeant five minutes to dress. Another five to reach the marshall cabin. But by that time it was dark and there was no one around. King led the sergeant to the back and barked at the sled tracks in the snow. They've gone, King. We'll make sure it's on a... Hmm, light strings, huh? Gone. Sure, the cabin's bare. We'll have to go after them, King. Wait a minute. There's a paper here on the table. I didn't tell the truth. I only... That's strange. So as to get Duke Brandon into trouble by the grammar, King, and listen to this. I can't witness against him. That isn't the right way to use the word. Bert Marshall makes his living with words, King. He should know better than he does. I think he probably wrote what someone made him write, King. I bet you know all about it. Save us a lot of time if you could talk, boy. Well, we won't waste any. King will get the team. 15 minutes later, King was leading the team through the town. On, King! On, you huskies! The sled tracks led the shore of the lake and then out into its frozen center where they swung to the north. They toward the end of the lake in a 30-mile river, King. The northern lights made the night almost as bright as day and the racing sled made a long black shadow. But it was impossible to make out another sled on the trail ahead. They neared the end of the lake in less than an hour. No ice in the 30-mile, King. They must have headed to the shore. Even as the sergeant spoke, King swung toward a cabin on the bank near the opening of the river. The sergeant could see two sleds in front of him. They may have stopped here to get information about the inland trails, King. Matter boy, trouble ahead. The sergeant could see no one until he was less than 100 feet away. Then, in the light spilling from the single cabin window, he saw a man lying in the snow. Okay, follow your huskies. It's Ben Howard. He's alive. Someone hit him over the head. I'll carry him into the cabin, King. What's that? Who are you? A uniform. Sergeant Preston. Of course. How'd you get here? Dogs led, Ben. Those fools, they don't realize. Just because there's no ice in the 30-mile, they can't go any farther in a boat. Take it easy, Ben. What are you trying to say? They came here, and they stole that raft I built. I saw them when they were launching into the river. I yelled at them, and when them came up here, they must have hit me. They hit you hard. They knocked me out. Exactly. They saw the open water. Two men, you said. See anything of a woman? No. She could have been on one of the sleds, though. It's getting clearer. Someone kidnapped Bert Marshall and his wife. They stole your raft, and they're heading north through the rapids. Don't they realize that as soon as they get to the Lewis, they'll run into ice again? Evidently not. You have a canoe, don't you? I'm back at the cabin. All right, Barwood. Sure. Thanks. I'll get you a raft for you. Good. One thing. Just as the sun was rising, the sergeant launched the canoe into the turbulent waters of the 30-mile river. The stream was dangerous. For though the water flowed green through the deeper channels, there were countless shoals where it boiled white, and even where it was deep enough for safety, great black rocks rose above the surface. The current shot the tiny craft downstream, and the sergeant called in all the resources of his perfectly coordinated muscles to control its course. King stood guard over the sergeant's knapsack and blanket roll in the bow. He understood the threat in every shoal and rock, and his deep-throated growls helped the sergeant's keen eyes. That's right, King. Keep watch for me. I'm making better time than the raft. As I miss my guests, we'll find a tile up on one of those rocks before... I see, King. Quite water. Link and Paul, they had found it difficult to navigate the raft from the moment they had started out. They had bound Bert and Nail hand and foot, so both of them could operate the sweep at the rear of the raft. But even so, they cracked the rocks time after time. They were swept into shoal water, and although the raft was too sturdy to break up, they were held fast in the shallows until the water piled up behind them and swept them on. It was three hours after sunrise, and they had only covered half the length of the river when they saw the sergeant round a bend behind them. Look, there's a canoe catching up with us. What's the difference? Well, whoever it is, we'll see if we've got these two tied up. Go on forward and throw some blankets over. Can you handle the sweep alone? A minute or two. It's easy going right here. Okay. In the next few minutes, the sergeant closed the distance between himself and the raft, and Paul Lee returned to the sweep. Link, that's a red coat in the canoe. Grab hold. Do you hear what I said? We've got to go between those two big rocks. Now, hold her steady. Half-mounties after us. Once we're past those rocks, we can use our guns. Now, more to the right. Both the sergeant and King could see that the raft was not going to make it through the narrow channel. That rock on the left's going to catch him, King? Look out! We're going to cry! The raft hit the rock on the left. The current drove it on, and the left side of the raft was lifted high in the air, and Bert and Nell, unable to use their hands, rolled down the slanting floor and into the water. The sergeant saw them and moved fast. He tied the painter in the canoe around his waist. He pulled off his boots and ripped off his coat. Then he dived overboard, but the point where Nell and Bert disappeared. Luck was with him, and he grabbed Nell's pocket and pulled her to the surface. King had followed his master into the water. The sergeant could see that Bert had managed to jerk his hands free of the ropes that bound him as he went under, and now, downstream from the sergeant and Nell, he was fighting to keep his head above water. King swam to his side. Grab hold of King's harness. That's it. I'll just hold on. He'll get you in the shore. King worked with uncanny instinct. In spite of the great weight dragging on him, he edged out of the current inch by inch, but there was white water to the right, and he must wait until it was passed before he struck out to the bank. The sergeant had managed to grasp the rear of the canoe with one hand while he held Nell up with his right arm, but he was completely at the mercy of the stream. Can you hang on to the canoe? No. I need to do it. We'll have to let the current take us by coming to a banded place. We have to send a shot of water. It's so cold. We'll make it. Don't worry. It was a grueling experience. The icy water chilled him to the bone and Nell lost consciousness. The sergeant's arm, supporting her dead weight, seemed to lose all feeling, but at the bend in the river, he kicked desperately toward the shore, and suddenly he felt solid ground beat his feet. The stand erect was a different matter to the current battering against him, but he finally managed to trace himself, and then carrying Nell and pulling the canoe, he staggered on to the shore. 50 yards upstream, King had made it to the bank with Bert and the man who managed to pull himself out of the water. The sergeant took stock of the situation as he rested for a minute, and then he went to work. There were dry matches in his knapsack in the canoe, and he built a fire. There were two dry blankets. He wrapped one of them around Nell who had recovered from her fate. Then he went to Bert's assistance. He cut the ropes on his feet and helped him back to the fire. He built a shelter of furballs around it, and at last Bert and Nell stopped shivering and were able to tell the sergeant exactly what had happened to them. Well, you're all right now. As soon as you've dried out completely, make it back to Whitehorse along the banks of the river. I'll leave what food I have with you. You're going after Lincoln Baldy? Of course. They can't get beyond the ice jam with the 30-mile flows into the Lewis. Be careful, sergeant. They're both armed and they'll shoot to kill. I've kept my powder dry, Mrs. Marshall. Ready, King? Let's go then. It was three hours later when they saw the raft pile up on the ice where the 30-mile joined the Lewis. It was almost immediately afterward that Lincoln Baldy opened fire from an improvised fort among the ice floes. It was not until sunset that the last shot was fired with Link groaning and clutching a shattered wrist while Baldy reached for the sky and yelled for mercy. All right, King. What's up, boy? It was the following morning when they joined Duke Brandon in jail, and it was only one week later that Duke was sentenced for the murder of Roger Garrett. You've been found guilty by a jury of your peers. I sentence you to pay the full penalty for your crimes. May God have mercy on your soul. No! Son, you can't do this! Tell me what he deserves. The end of another trail, King. Bert, you will now be safe now. This case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Wednesday's adventure. Fellows and girls, get a move on. Shake a leg. Hurry to your grocer. Ask for special new model farm packages of Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat. Remember, there are eight different new packages. And you get as many as six different exciting models of farm buildings, farm equipment, and farm animals on a single package. There's no waiting, no extra cost. So get a move on. Get in on the fun. Start building yourself a swell model farm without delay. Remember, 46 keen detail scale models are yours. Get them now at your grocers. They're yours for the asking. When you ask for delicious Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat. These radio dramas, the feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trendle, directed by Fred Flower Day, and supervised by Charles D. Livingston. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. They are brought to you every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at the same time by Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice. The breakfast cereal shot from gun. Listen Wednesday when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of Jimmy's birthday cake. Jimmy was already to light six candles on his birthday cake when things began to happen. There was an explosion, a robbery, and a murder. King and I had a mighty exciting time and a narrow escape from death. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Wednesday. Till then, this is J. Michael wishing you good bye, good luck, and good health from Quakerpuff Wheat and Quakerpuff Rice. So long.