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It's the world's finest bike. It's fully equipped, too, and worth over $79. There are models for boys, models for girls. Right now, get pencil and paper ready. Get set to hear full details in just a few minutes. Sarah Miller was a determined woman as her husband, Jed, who ran the trading post well new and the people of Selkirk were fast finding out. When Sarah decided that Selkirk needed spiritual guidance to overcome the influence of the Nugget Cafe she formed a committee and set about to raise funds for a small meeting house. One day, Sarah triumphantly faced the members of the church committee who had been called to meet at the trading post. Are they all here, Jed? The whole committee? You can see for yourself, Sarah. The widow Jones, banker Weeks, and constable Roder with you and me. I'm just dying of curiosity, Sarah. Yeah, what's the news you got for us? I hurried right over from the bank, Sarah. Were they members of the church committee? I've called you together this afternoon. Now, for heaven's sake, don't go trying to make a speech. Get to the point. You'll be quiet, Jed. Bank of Weeks, when will that meeting house be ready, do you think? Well, I reckon it'll be ready by the time we get a parson here to hold meetings in it, Sarah. It'll be ready before Sarah gets around to telling about their letter, seems to me. Jed, if you don't... I'm shut up. Go ahead with the meeting. In my letter I said we needed a naval preacher who could get and hold a congregation in spite of the opposition we'll get from the cafe owner. Rusty Ward is a mean one to have opposing you. Any preacher that comes here to Selkirk will have to be the two-fisted fighting type of able stay. We'll see that the parson isn't bothered by Rusty and his crowd. Sergeant Preston came into town today and he's going to be here awhile. If he's here when the parson gets started, Preston will see to it... Jed, will you be quiet and let me talk? I've never found any way to keep you from it, so go ahead. Do tell us about what the letter said, Sarah. I'm trying to if I can get a word in edgewise. My former pastor said in the letter that he found a young man just out of the seminary who's willing to come up here. A young parson of great spiritual words. Just the words he used in the letter. Oh, I just can't wait to meet him. Don't forget, Clara Bella, the letter said he's young. They'll let you out, Clara Bella. Jed, quiet. Stop it, Nin. The new parson left about the time the letter did. That means he'll be coming most any time now. And we'll get every available man we can to finish the work on the inside of the meeting house. The new parson can stay in our spare room for the time being till we get a cabin built for him. Well, having that parson here is going to change things for the better in Selkirk. Maybe the man won't win for so much carousing and gambling at Rusty Ward's Nugget Cafe then. That's right. There'll be plenty of competition between Rusty and the parson, but I'm betting on the parson. Well, let's go. We have a lot to do. During the next few days, many of the men in Selkirk turned out either to lend a hand in finishing the interior of the meeting house or to stand by and watch the efforts of those who were working. Among the latter, Rusty Ward and his right-hand man, Lou Martin, the two of them stood in the open doorway as Rusty sneeringly commented and they're staying there expecting a parson to come to Selkirk soon, Lou. Guess he'll do his best to take away a lot of our customers. How's he going to do that, Rusty? I'm preaching to him myself. We're going to let up on coming to the cafe to gamble and all. Oh, stop worrying. Nobody will listen to him. I'm not so sure about that, Lou. I thought of a way to handle him before he gets a good start. Oh, yeah? How do you figure I'm doing it? I've shown him up before the whole town. What do you mean by that? I mean making him look like he isn't any better than the ones he's trying to save. You know, I don't know. He's trying to say, you know, make him out to be just as bad as any of them. Yeah, but how are you going to do it, Rusty? When he gets here and I see what he looks like, then I'll tell you what I plan to do. Come on, let's get back to the cafe. A few minutes after Rusty and Lou left, the great dog king and his master, Sergeant Preston, approached the open doorway of the new meeting house. Let's take a look inside, King. As King and Sergeant Preston stepped inside the doorway, a jolly-looking, heavy-set man painting a windowsill to one side of the doorway hailed them. Hi, there, Sergeant. Hello, Mike. Sure, and even King seems to be saying hello to me. That's right. King's always glad to meet our friends, eh, fella? I, uh, didn't expect to find you when here working with the rest, Mike. Sure and why not, I'd like to know. Just doing no harm to help these folks get a place ready where they can hear a bit of bridgeance, eh? Glad to feel that way about it. I think a bit of religion is needed here. That it is, Sergeant. But between you and me, I'm thinking the new preacher is going to have a bit of trouble when he gets here. Huh? What makes you think that, Mike? And now, just a short time ago, while I was busy painting here at this window, Rusty Ward and that muscle-bound helper of his, Lou Martin, stood at the door and said, Watch it. They didn't see me, of course. They was watching the others back there, and then they started talking. About what? About the new preacher, that's why. Rusty says he's planning to show off the preacher, make him seem like he's just as bad as any other man, he says. So, as the preacher, he'll have to leave town. Did he say how? He intended to discredit the new person? No. Rusty said he wanted to get a look at him first. Then he'd tell his plan to Lou. He's some strange monkey business. He's hatching up. You can bet on that, Sergeant. Them two will bear watch in his eyes. Yes. Thanks for telling me, Mike. King and I will be on hand to help the person if he needs it. Well, we'll see you again. So long. So long, Sergeant. Good bye, King. Several days later, an Eskimo arrived at the trading post with the news that he had passed a sled down trail in Selkirk. It was driven by an Eskimo guide and carried the new parson. Sarah Miller immediately sent out word, and soon the church committee with other curious onlookers waited outside the trading post for the dog sled bearing the parson to arrive. Having a preacher in Selkirk is going to mean a lot to this town. Maybe everybody will get religion classable, and we won't need you anymore. Head up, Jim. The parson can make a better man out of you. I'll be satisfied. Oh, Sarah, listen. I hear a dog team coming now. Look. It's turning into the main street. We haven't for here. Oh, I'm so excited. Calm down, Clara Bella. Not fit for a widow to get excited like a schoolgirl. Sarah isn't any judge of how a widow feels, is she, Clara Bella? I will be, and right soon too, Jed, if you don't keep quiet. Oh, here he comes. He's getting out now. Good gosh, look, great day. Is that my science fellow, the new parson? Thanks a lot, look there. He's such a little man. Here he comes. I beg your pardon. I'm looking for Mrs. Miller. I'm Mrs. Miller. I guess you're the Reverend Meadows. Yes, I am. Well, welcome to Selkirk, Reverend Meadows. These are the other members of the church committee. My husband, Jed. How do you do, Mr. Miller? Howdy, parson. You know, we were sort of expecting you to be a big man. Quiet, Jed. Reverend Meadows. Meet Banker Wee. How do you do? A constable rotor, and we don't know Joe. How do you do? Well, parson, like Jed said, I mean, in no offence, you understand? We were sort of expecting a much larger man than you. There's a right tough element in Selkirk that needs a bit of religion beat into their thick skulls. It's a constable rotor. I'm here to preach religious faith to all who care to listen. Each man is master of his own soul. No one can be made to believe in the doctrines of religion by force. Well said, parson. Very well said. Jed, get the Reverend Meadows baggage and bring it in. Come along inside, Mr. Meadows. The widow Jones and I will get you settled. Thank you, Mr. Miller. Say now, I didn't expect to see a half-point fellow like that come out here as parson. Maybe he's all right back in weeks, but I'm thinking he just won't get anybody to go to meetings. I wonder what Sarah was thinking about it. She looked disappointed to me, but she didn't let on. Howdy, constable. I see the new parson just got in. Here, get a good name for him. The Reverend Shorty Meadows. How's that? See here, Walt. If you religion-hunting folks intend to clean up Selkirk, you ought to get a real man to be a preacher. That's enough out of you, Rusty Ward. We want your opinion a little ass. Come on, constable. Help me with the parson baggage. Anyway, I don't like the air around here right now. What's the matter, Rusty? Don't they like your company? Yeah, it works like it. Lou, did you see the half-point that come here as parson? Yeah. He couldn't stand up against anybody in this town. Man or boy. Yet he said a few words here that makes me think he might have a persuading way about him, even if he is a runt. Lou, before the week is over, the Reverend Shorty Meadows is going to wish he never heard of Selkirk. You can mark my words on that. We'll continue our story in just a moment. Listen, just listen to this. Here's a chance to win a bike, a dream bike, a brand new, shiny new, fully equipped, Schwinn Deluxe Autocycle, the world's finest bicycle. Don't miss out. Talk about fun. 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I noticed he didn't carry a gun, but there's something about the way he looks and moves that makes me think he might fool anyone who tried to pick on him. Is that so now? Well, anyway, I hope you're right. I saw Rusty Ward and Lou Martin watching and smirking like a couple of Timberwolves no less. Yes, I saw them. You were right, Mike. Those two are planning trouble for the new parson. That they are, and you can bet on it. They'll bear close watching, as you said before, Mike. It's time for King and me to eat. Come on, King. The following night, Rusty and Lou sat at a corner table in the Nugget Cafe. After making certain no one was within hearing, Rusty spoke in low tones. Oh, I got my plan all worked out against that new parson. We'll try it out tomorrow evening. Yeah? What do you got figured out, Rusty? Hey, look, last night and again the night, I noticed that shorty, the parson, walked from Miller Street and posed to the new meeting house on the edge of town. I'm counting on him doing the same thing tomorrow night. He was alone each time I saw him. Go on, get to the point. Well, here's what I want you to do. Follow him to the meeting house. Then when you're sure no one's looking, go up to him and say what I tell you to say. What do you want me to say? Tell him there's a prospector in the back room here at the Nugget Cafe who's been hurt bad. He's asking for a preacher. Yeah, but who's gonna be in the back room asking for a preacher, Rusty? Nobody. Just tell the parson that. Maybe he won't come with me. You'll come with you, all right? Preachers are supposed to go through dying people if they ask for them. And what happens after he gets here? You'll find out after you bring him here and so will he. I'll tell you one thing, Lou. Yeah, what's that? After tomorrow night, none of those church people will want that half-point to lead their meetings. You can bet on that. As was his usual custom, after supper the following night, parson Meadows walked to the meeting house. He spent a short time inside. Then he came out, closing and locking the door after him. Hey, parson. Good evening. I was told I might find you here, parson. I've been hunting for you. What is it you want, my friend? Well, I... Will you come with me to the Nugget Cafe right away? The Nugget Cafe? That's right. You see, parson, there's no prospector there in the back room. He's been hurt bad and he keeps calling for a preacher. Says he don't want to die without talking to one, so I... I understand. I'm very glad you came for me. Then you'll come with me right away? Of course. Come on, parson, let's hurry. A short time later, Lou Martin arrived at the back of the cafe building with the parson. Here we are, parson. It's the back door. He's in the back room right through that door. Come on, all right? Yeah, just go right in. Parson? Good evening. Where's the old prospector who wants to talk to me? I have no one who's sent for you. Oh, but I was told someone was badly hurt here in this back room. Well, you see, nobody's been hurt yet. But before long, somebody will be, eh, Lou? Yeah. Especially if there's somebody got hit over the head with a gun butt. As Lou, standing a little behind the parson, moves suddenly toward him, his arm raised to strike, a surprising thing happened. The parson and a lightning-like move stepped aside and back, at the same time grabbed a move. The small parson seemed to twist and pull without much effort, yet the big, brawny body of Lou went flying forward, crashing into a table. Holy cow! Don't move, parson. A gun. Here, a gun. Now, use it, too, if I have to. Get up, Lou, and come over here. Great day, Russ, yeah. Come on, thunder that little runt, man. Forget it for now. Go behind him and tie his hands while I hold his gun on him. Sure. As soon as I get the cord. This time, I won't miss. I told you to tie him up. Why don't you just slug him with a gun butt, then? I don't trust that little runt, even if that gun held on him. He's got tricks or something. He's tougher than he looks. Sure, I know. Help me pick him up. Put him in that chair at the gaming table. All right. Now, what are you gonna do? Take a look for a minute, Lou. See? With that empty glass in front of him and the cards and chips and all. How's it look to you? It looks like he passed out while he was gambling. The way he fixed his head down on his arms like that. I don't see what you're doing. Not through yet. Well, I go get some of the men out front in the cafe at a stage of fight. You get the constable to come here. The person will wake up to find he's in disgrace with the church people, so you'll have to leave Selkirk for good. Now, I'll go get things set. Then you can go and get the constable. Meantime, at the small cabin he and King used when they came to Selkirk, Sergeant Preston received an unexpected visit from Michael Leary. Well, Mike, what brings you here tonight? Just this I saw with my own two eyes. The little person going into the back door of the Nugget Cafe with Lou Martin. The person? It's true. I'm standing here talking to you, Sergeant. And being suspicious of Rusty Ward and Lou Martin, I says to myself, I says... There's no telling what Rusty and Lou are up to. You'd better get over there right away. I'll get my park on. I'm sure the person wouldn't go there, especially with Lou Martin, unless something was decidedly wrong. Let's go, Mike. Come on, King, let's go. About that time, the constable was at the trading post talking to Jed Miller. Hey, Jed, have you decided what you think of that little person? Just how does he stack up with you anyway? Oh, I guess he's all right, constable. I can't get Sarah to say what she thinks about him, but I think... You better come over to the nugget cafe right away. Some of the men are cutting loose again. Rusty's afraid they'll wreck the place. Another ruckus at the cafe. Yeah. That place is getting worse every day. All right, I'll go try and calm them down. I'll come along with you and see what's going on. Yeah, we'd better hurry. They're really in a fight in the mood over there, man. Over in the cafe, Rusty was urging the men on, so that the fight would look real when the constable arrives. Rub it up a little more to make it look real, man. But don't bust up any of the furniture or glassware. It sure looks like the real thing now, Rusty. It sure does. Well, I'll make it seem more real by firing a couple of shots. Hey, you sat down the hanging lamp. It hit Rusty and knocked him out. Look, the oil's caught fire. As Sergeant Preston with King and Mike hurried toward the nugget cafe, they heard the sudden commotion in the distance. Something's happened, Mike, at the cafe. Look, Sergeant, they're running out. The cafe's on fire. Glory be to the person who might still be in there, too. Come on, we'll run through to the back door of the cafe. Let's go, King. Meantime, in the back room of the cafe, the parson gradually came, too, after being knocked out by Rusty. Oh. Oh, my head. That must have been... to be smoke coming under that door over there. The cafe's on fire. I'd better get out the back way. Help! I can't get out! Help, parson! Don't leave me in here! The cafe owner. I've worked. Not to be out. The men swam to the table over on my leg. I think it's broken. Get me out. Help me. I'll move the table. I'll try to get you out. I wouldn't blame you if you... Don't talk to me heavy. Don't worry. I think I can manage. You got nerve, parson. You're strong, too. I'm counting more on faith than on nerve right now, my friend. Easy now. That bean clipped him. Hello, Constable. Who's still in there? The parson was in that back room, and Rusty's not out either. Great day. The parson in there? What was he... Come on, we'll have to get them out. You can't get in there now. Constable, I'm certain what to do. King, standing beside his master, heard the frantic cry for help. Even as Sergeant Preston paused momentarily at the doorway, King acted immediately, springing forward with a frenzy bark into the smoke-filled, flame-lighted cafe. King is going into help. I'm going after him. Maybe together we can get him out. Wait, parson! You'll never make it! Be ready to help us when we come out. I'll try to get you out. We'll get out somehow. We've got to. Outside the back door, the group waited for their eyes glued to the open door. Oh, they won't make it out. That dog King going in like that. I never saw the leg of a gen. But I'm afraid they won't get somebody. Preston's carrying Rusty. Come on, boys. It's the parson of the dog. Rusty Ward and the parson are alive, but unconscious. I'll put Rusty down here for a moment. Here's the parson. King, fella, you all right? He's a bit sane, but he seems all right. King saved the parson. Rusty's so big, I couldn't have bought both of them at the same time. We'll take them to your place, Jed, and give them first aid. Right, Sergeant. Come on, boys. At the Miller's quarters in the trading post, Rusty Ward and the parson received first aid and regained consciousness. After they had gained their strength later that night, the church committee gathered around the two chairs in which the two men sat. Reverend Miller, we were concerned, of course, as to why you were in the cafe, but after getting the facts from Lou Martin, we decided the committee should give you a vote of confidence. Thank you, Mrs. Miller. Well, of course, parson. You should have been more careful. He isn't fitting for a parson to go into a place like that. With you being so meek and short and those men so big and tall... Now, hold on, Banker Weeks. Lou and I can tell you he may be short, but he isn't meek. And Lou can tell you he's plenty tough, too. He fooled me. Tossed me around plenty in that back room. Oh, what's that you said? Sure. A parson acting tough. The church can be militant as well as meek when necessary, Mrs. Miller. The parson came in after me because he has faith. If that's what his religion means, then I'm... I'm for it. I did him a dirty trick, and he tried to save me. Now that's funny. From now on, nobody's going to say anything about parson's shorty meadows while I'm around. Parson's shorty meadows? What a thing to say. I used to be called shorty meadows in college, Rusty, so don't be embarrassed. I've heard of a shorty meadows who took top honors as an athlete at the California University a few years ago. Could it be that you... Yes. I'm that shorty meadow sergeant. I took a boxing and wrestling tour sort of a defensive measure. Then I went to the theological seminar. All right, Thunder, it looks like we got a fight and parson after all. Rusty, I had no idea we'd get a parson... Shut up, Sarah. You jabber too much. Whoo! You got the spiritual worth you want in parson meadows, and we got the toughest we want in shorty meadows. Parson. Since you prefer to convert Rusty and Lou instead of prosecuting them for what they did to you, I think the constable and I can forget the matter. That's right, but I wonder if King is willing to let him off. He don't like men who pull dirty tricks. What do you say, King? Seems to me that as far as King and I are concerned, this case is closed, eh, fellow? In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Monday's program. Hurry, time's a-wastin'. Don't miss your chance to win a bike. A shiny new Schwinn Deluxe Autocycle, or big new Quaker Pucked Wheat & Rights Contest, offers 101 of these fully equipped bicycles, each worth more than $79. Enter today. Finish this sentence in 15 words or less. 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