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It was almost a week later that Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Mounted Police sat with Ned's son Bob in their cabin about a half-mile away from the mine where the tragedy had occurred. A big black and white husky dog with his young master, his head on the boy's knee. Isn't it funny, Sergeant, the way dogs seem to know when you're unhappy? Like he hasn't left my side since Dad died. I hope you won't mind telling me all you know about your father's death, Bob. I know it was an accident, but I'd like to hear him more if you don't mind talking about it. I'll be glad to tell you anything, Sergeant. There really isn't much to tell. I went into town with Uncle Jim for some supplies when we came back. Uncle Jim lived in his own cabin about a quarter-mile from here, so he went right on home. May I have to know? Yes. It was almost supper time when we got back here. And Dad didn't come home. I got Uncle Jim and went to the mine to look for him. It was all caved in. Well, when we found Dad... You don't have to tell me that part of it, Bob. I talked to your uncle. Was your father ever careless with dynamite? No, not at all, Sergeant. He never wanted me around when he was blasting it. I guess that's why he did it on the day I went to town. He was always afraid I'd get hurt. Something must have been wrong with the fuse. Of course, there's plenty of accidents like that but your father always seems to be careful. He was, but I guess accidents can happen no matter how careful you are. What are your plans, Bob? I'm going to stay right here. Uncle Jim thinks I ought to sell out to him and go to school, but I don't think so. Might be a good idea, Bob. And I intend to someday. But Dad was sure that there's a rich vein of gold in that mine and I don't want to sell it. It'll take a long time to dig it all out again, but I'm 18. I don't see why I can't work with Uncle Jim. Well, I should think he'd want you to. He needs your help, doesn't he? Yes, but... You see, Uncle Jim and I don't get along too well. He doesn't like dogs for one thing. Is that why you insist on living here alone in the cabin and not moving in with him? That's one reason. But Blackie doesn't like him. I've always let Blackie stay in the cabin with me. Why doesn't Blackie like him? Uncle Jim kicked him once when Blackie was just a pup. He's never forgotten. Down, down, Blackie. Just a minute. Come on, Blackie, I'll have to tie you up. That's your uncle? Yes. When he comes in, I have to tie Blackie to bed. Uncle Jim's afraid of him. Come on. There you are, boy. All right, Uncle Jim, come in. Hi, King. Hello, Uncle Jim. Hello, Bob. How are you, sir? Fine, Michael. You see, of course they won't hurt you. Hey, I never trust any of them. They'd better go. Those don't like people who are afraid of them. They can always sense it. Well, I can't help not liking any of them. Well, think about Ned, wasn't he? He certainly was. I've been trying to get Bob to move into my cabin with me. I've lonesome for him. All alone here without his dad. I'm not lonesome as long as I have Blackie. Well, I sure don't want him in my cabin. Even if he was generally too big. It's all right, sir, Bob. I think that dog is the reason you don't want to get off the car. If I went, I'd take him with me. It's all right. Maybe you can talk to him and send him to Bob. I was getting money enough for his father's share of money to put him through college. After that, he'll have a profession to be able to take care of him, sir. What do you think, Sergeant? That's something you'll have to decide for yourself, Bob. I'll be out of the mind tomorrow to start work, Uncle Jim. Well, all right. Like the Sergeant says again, it's up to you to decide. Sergeant Preston had gone back to Dawson's city the following day. For two days, Bob had worked hard at the mine taking out the loose dirt and rubble. That night, snugly wrapped in fur robes, he slept soundly in his cabin with Blackie lying on the floor beside his cot. Suddenly, the big dog raised his head in the darkness. His ears pricked forward and a low growl rumbled in his throat. At the sound, Bob stirred and raised his head. What's wrong, Mackey? Did you hear something, boy? No, wait up. Boy, I'll let you out. I suppose you heard some kind of animal, huh? No, wait. I'll light a match and find the door. Get him, boy. I'm coming, fella. Hold him, boy. He's got something up that tree. Tickle away. He'll try to kill me. Tigger, that's you. Tickle away. He'll chase me here. Back, Blackie. Get back, boy. Now. Why are you crawling around here at this time of night, Tigger? Come on down. I'll hold, Blackie. Easy, boy. Come here. Me go home now. You live way over near the creek. What are you looking for? Did you drop something? You take dog in cabin. Me find it. Here's something. I guess this is what you dropped. A knife. Me pull knives when dog comes. You've been drinking, Tigger. I'd better keep this knife for tonight. You go on home. I'll give it to you when you're sober. Me one knife now. Go on home, I said. You want me to let this dog go? That's my knife. You give back. I'll give you half a minute to leave her. I'll let this dog take care of you. Are you going? Let me go. Let me go. You be sorry. He'll get you. All right. Wait, boy. He's gone. Come on back in the cabin. I wonder if he was putting a steel something when you hurt him. He was mighty close to our cabin. I'm glad I have you, old boy. It was the following evening. Blackie chained to the cot in the corner and lay with his nose between his front feet. But his eyes followed every move Jim Rance made as he'd talked to Bob. Can't imagine what that half-breed could have been doing around here last night. He was probably trying to steal some meat out of you, Shad. He didn't go near this shed, Uncle Jim. I saw his tracks in the snow this morning. They led right to my door. I never liked your father, but that don't mean he had hold a grudge against you. Why didn't he like Dad? Well, a long time ago, your dad knocked him down. He caught him stealing food out of the cash. He took a hit at him for it. That's funny. I wonder why Dad never told me about it. I suppose he forgot about it. When did it happen? Oh, quite a while ago. I don't remember exactly. I think we're on our way to Dawson for some supplies or something. But Dad always told me everything. And that was certainly exciting enough. He'd hardly forget it. Well, maybe he thought it might be another's. Anyway, why don't you come over and live with me? It'll be safer. No, I'm safe enough here, Uncle Jim, as long as Black is with me. I'd rather live by myself and give him up. Well, have it your own way. I won't stand for that dog in my cabin, though. Yes, sir. Better get home now. We've got a hard day's work ahead of us. We'll soon have the mine all cleaned out again. Yeah. It should be able to start getting gold out pretty soon. Yeah, in a couple of days, I'd say. Do you want me to call for you on the way to the mine in the morning? No, no, I... I've got some work to do in my cabin in the morning. I'll be there later. You go on ahead and start work on the mine. All right. I'll try to get an early start. It was rather late the next morning when Bob walked hurriedly toward the mine, with Blackie frisking along beside him. As they approached a steep slope that loomed up inside the path, a snowshoe rabbit darted out of the thickets. Blackie with a joyful bark pursued it. Anyway, as the dog disappeared, there was a sudden ominous sound from above. Snow and ice came crashing down the side of the mountain. Bob was motionless with flight for a moment, and then ran desperately to get out of the way of the avalanche. But a piece of rock struck him a glancing blow. He fell. 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Want us to follow your boy? Blackie running into the woods and then back toward the Sergeant, barked furiously. On your haste, King! With King leading the way, the Sergeant turned the dog team into the woods and followed. When he emerged at the base of the slope, Blackie was standing beside the half-buried form of his master. All kings! It's Bob. Never mind, Blackie. I'll get him out. He's still alive. We got him home, old boy. Don't you worry. It was some time later that Bob opened his eyes. He was lying in his cabin and Sergeant Preston was standing beside his cot. King lay quietly in a corner, but Blackie licked his master's hand and whined anxiously. How did you get here? Easy, Bob. Sergeant Preston. What happened? They were caught in an avalanche. Blackie must have heard me coming on the trail. Let me to you. Oh, I... I remember now. Something hit me. My head... I've bandaged it. He'll be all right soon. There were no bones broken, which were badly bruised in spots. You were very lucky. Was Blackie hurt? No. I guess he wasn't caught in it. I remember now. He chased a rabbit. Then I heard what sounded like an explosion. An explosion? You mean you heard the rock cracking? Maybe that's what it was. Maybe I just imagined it, but it sounded like an explosion. Like somebody planted a blast on that slope to start an avalanche. You see anyone around just before the avalanche? No, no, I didn't, Sergeant. It's lucky that Blackie was with you. Hadn't been for him coming together, should have smothered or frozen to that. It is lucky I have Blackie. I'm beginning to wonder if... What are you going to say, Bob? I guess I'm just imagining things. Tell me what's bothering you. Well, I... It's Uncle Jim. Hand me Blackie's lease, will you please, Sergeant? All right. Here it is. Thanks. I'll let your uncle in. Quiet, boy. Quiet, quiet. There you are. Hello, Sergeant. I thought that was your team, I said. Come in, Rines. Blackie's tired. Me and Bob is here. Bob was hurt. Hello, Uncle Jim. What happened? Didn't you hear the avalanche? It happened right near the mine. I got caught in it. Avalanche? Well, no. I've been to the mine. I spent the whole morning working in my cabin. I just came over here to borrow some tea. Are you hurt much? His head was cut, but he'll be up by tomorrow. Could we take him over to my cabin? It's big here, and we can leave the dog in this room. Sergeant Preston is going to stay with me tonight, Uncle Jim. He has to stay somewhere, so I asked him to stay here. Oh, I see. Anyway, Blackie saved my life, and I'm not going to leave him. So he saved you, huh? Dogs are handy to have around, Rines. They should learn to like them. Yeah. And we're free. That's impossible, eh? I don't feel comfortable in here with... That dog of yours is loose. The tea is over on the cupboard, Uncle Jim. There's nothing you can do here. Sergeant Preston will take care of it. Well, if there's nothing I can do, I'll get some tea and be rather long. I'm sure glad you weren't hurt seriously, Bob. I'll be able to work tomorrow. You got enough tea? Yeah, this is plenty. Now, if there's anything I can do, just let me know, eh? Probably all right, I'm sure. All right. Good-bye. Bye. Sergeant, I... I hope you didn't mind when I told him you were going to stay here. As a matter of fact, I'll be glad to stay, Bob. You had some reason for saying that. Your face looked... Well, a little frightened, I thought. What is it, Bob? What's bothering him? Uncle Jim didn't stay at his cabin all morning. He didn't? How do you know? Because I went to his cabin before starting to the mine. I told him I planned to go early this morning, so he said not to wait for him. He had some work to do. But I overslept this morning. I thought maybe he'd be ready to go with me by then, so I went to his cabin. He had already left. You sure he'd gone to the mine? Maybe it was out getting wooden. No. No, I looked all over for him, and there were fresh tracks in the snow. His tracks. On the way to the mine. But why would he lie? Oh, I hate to be suspicious, but Uncle Jim keeps urging me to come to his cabin without Blackie. And other things have been happening. Tiga, that half-breed who lives on the other side of town, was prowling around my cabin with a knife the other night. Uncle Jim said he hated my father, but Dad never mentioned him to me or warned me about him. And today, I'm sure I heard an explosion before that avalanche started. I wonder why your Uncle Jim didn't tell me at the inverse about this half-breed who disliked your father. I suppose he didn't think of it until Tiga came prowling around here the other night. Strange he didn't think of it. He knows how careful your father was when he handled explosives. Seems to me your Uncle Jim should have suspected something before either of us did. Yes. We'll be here again in the morning, Bob. I'll stay with you tonight, and perhaps we can make a few plans. The following morning, when Jim ran stopped to see Bob, his concern for the boy seemed so genuine that Bob's conscience heard him. And he was sure he was wrong to doubt this man who had been so close to him for many years. I went to the trade in close yesterday, Bob. I brought you the tea I bought along with a few things you might like to eat. Thanks, Uncle Jim. It was nice of you to think of it. You better not try working for a few days. Stay home and rest. Don't you think so, Sergeant? That's the advice I gave him. Are you going to stay here for a while, Sergeant? Why, uh, I hadn't planned to because I have to take some supplies up to Moose Jaw. But one of my dogs took sick this morning. I don't like to put him in harness for a day or two, so it might be better if I wait over until Blix is better. Sergeant, why don't you leave Blix here and take Blackey in his place? I'll be resting up anyway, and he should have some exercise. Then you get Blix when you bring my dog back. All right, Bob, I'll take you up on your offer. Blackey knows me, gets along with King. You sure you can spare him for two or three days? Of course I can. When are you leaving, Sergeant? It's all right with Bob. I'll leave in about an hour. I should be able to make about 15 miles today. It's all right with me. You're welcome as long as you've come without that dog. No, thanks, Uncle Jim. I'm not afraid to stay alone, but don't worry about me. It was a short time later that Jim Rance arrived at a small, shabby cabin on the other side of the forest. Without stopping to knock, he entered. What's the matter? Tiga, the half-breed, rose startled beside the broken table, his hand on his hunting knife. Hello, Tiga. May not hear you have come. I'm sorry I scared you. You bring fire water? Yeah, but you might like some even though you haven't filled your bargain. This is part payment in advance. Might have to set you a nerve. You mean you try again? I don't give up easy, Tiga. What do we do? You're going to his cabin tonight. No, me not go, cabin. Me not go near dog. That dog won't be there tonight. He's gone. This time I'm going with you to help. What me do? You go into the cabin after Bob's asleep and take care of him. I'll do the resin. What you do? Set fire to the cabin. I'll make it look like an accident so nobody will suspect. There won't be any evidence against you. What happened to a dog? A buddy barred him. He won't be back for three days. You say, Mountie? Yeah, he's a friend of Bob's. Me no do this if Mountie come back. Oh, yes, you will, Tiga. If you don't, I'll see that the Mountie finds out you were connected with the death of Bob's father. You wouldn't like that, would you? You know me do this. You fix dynamite. You tell, then you get in trouble with law. No, I wouldn't. I was with Bob when his father was killed. You've been in trouble with the law before. I haven't. I'd never take your word against mine. When this is over, I'll give you plenty of money. You can get out of the country and never have to work the rest of your life. But if you don't do it, I'll drop a hint to the Mountie about Bob's father. You're liable to hang. You'll give me money tonight. I'll bring it to Bob's cabin and you can light out right away. Nobody will know where you went by the time it's discovered. Me do it. You'll be there tonight. I'll be there. You just do as I say. A pale moon filtered through the clouds and dimly lighted the small clearing in front of Bob's cabin. The temperature had risen and the wind had died. The forest was wrapped in deep silence. Then suddenly a twig snapped under the moccasin feet of Tiga as he emerged from the shadows. Behind him, the stocky figure of Jim Rance appeared and the two men stood for a moment whispering softly. He's asleep. There's no light. If the cabin door is locked, we'll have to wake him. If it isn't, I'll light a match so you can see where his car is. No, no light much. Fire in the store, light it up. It's right. You'll be able to see by then. I'll wait for you outside the door. We'll bring money. Yes. But you're not getting it until you do your job. Jim waited tensely outside the cabin door as Tiga's shadows stole across the room. A dim firelight dancing through the holes in the door of the big stove in the middle of the room. Then suddenly there was a sharp cry from the cabin that died in a groan. And the hurried footsteps of the half-breed as he rushed back to the door. Did you get him? Me, too. Now you'll give money. Me, too. Sure, Tiga. Here's your reward. Gun, you're not killing me. They cut you killing my nephew, didn't they? Well, at least he's with us. Get away! Shut up. Don't be over your head. No, no. He'll come back. Watch him, boy. Drop that knife, Tiga. All right, King. Backfella. Put him up. Sergeant, your dog made a mistake and got me instead of this half-breed. Get out, France. I followed Tiga here. And so I'm going to the cabin and cut him coming out with a knife. I'm sure it got here in the nick of time. You can be a witness. He killed Bob. No. Him, tell me. So that was your plan, eh, Rance? You were going to kill Tiga, so he couldn't tell that you were the one who planned all this. Oh, no, Sergeant. You got me wrong. I knew it looks bad. Stop lying. I've been right beside the cabin since you and Tiga came. I heard you tell him what to do. You're both under arrest for attempted murder. Attempted murder? It's all right, Bob. You can come out now. Could I hurt him? Did that yellow line sound all right, Sergeant? Sounded almost too good. I began to wonder if Tiga had really stabbed you. Him not hurt? We fixed up a dummy, Tiga. Bob was under the cot. You see, Rance, we expected you tonight. So it was, Uncle Jim. He was trying to get rid of me. Oh, wait, Bob. What about my father? Sergeant, you think... Brad, it was Tiga who killed your father. I didn't have anything to do with it. Don't give Tiga dynamite. You tell me what to do. Oh, no, he's lying. You're the one who's lying. Put out your hands. I'm handcuffing you two together. No, no, Sergeant. You can tell your stories and your case comes up for trial. But I just can't believe that Uncle Jim was done. Bob, I think you'll find your mind as a rich one. Your uncle must have known about the rich vein of gold your father was talking about. It's all yours now. Jim Rance won't need gold where he's going. I owe my life to you, Sergeant. Blackie's the one who saved your life. Oh, uh, you'd better get him. He's tied up in the woods with my dog team. I'm certainly grateful to you and King. When you get back, I think we'll let Blackie and King guard these prisoners till morning. Yes, old fella. Looks as if this case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Friday's program. You got a pencil handy? Then write this down now. Write down Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. Yes, remember the name Quaker Puffed Wheat, Quaker Puffed Rice. These famous breakfast cereals shot from guns now offer you, right on the packages, a complete model farm at no extra cost. There are eight different special new packages. And you get as many as six key new detail scale models of farm buildings and animals on a single package. 46 different swell models and all. So go to your grocer, Pronto. Ask for special new packages of delicious Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. Start building your Quaker Model Farm right away without wasting another day. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trendall, directed by Fred Flower Day and edited by Fran Stryker. 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 Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. The breakfast cereals shot from guns. Listen, Friday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the adventure of the Sergeant's Right. Mike Rafferty was a big man, one of the strongest in the Yukon. And he had an idea that might makes right. It was during the Mission Creek Gold Rush that King and I tried to prove he was wrong. It came very close to being our last case together. Be sure to hear this exciting story Friday. Till then, this is J. Michael, wishing you good-bye, good luck and good health from Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. So long. This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.