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Tomorrow morning, fill a bowl with Quaker Pop Wheat or Quaker Pop Rice, topped with fruit, like, say, sliced bananas, and milk and sugar. Talk about swell tasting. Say, just you watch it disappear, but fast. The town of Chelywa consisted of a few houses, a dance hall, a couple of cafes, and the bank which served the prospectors in the surrounding hills. Martin Garner, owner of the bank, looked out the window just in time to see an old man leaning into the wind with a small dog at his side. Joe, you'd better get out the scales. Look who's coming. Oh, old Toby Dixon. I didn't know he'd return from that stream that he's been panning up on the side of Whiteface. I heard he was back in town. He got back several days ago. He'd be precious little profit in the banking business if our customers were all like Toby. Come on, Blackie, come on in. Hello, Mr. Garner. Hello, Toby. Hi, Mr. Thorn. Glad to see you too. Hello, Dixon. Can't that dog of yours stay outside? Blackie! Oh, now, Mr. Garner, Blackie, don't do no harm. It's powerful cold outside for a little fella like him. I suppose you have a couple of ounces of dust to be weighed. That's right, Mr. Garner. And if you don't mind, I'd like to change it for folding money. Folding money? You must have quite a bit of it by this time. Yes, sir. I've panned old Whiteface stream all these years. I've been fighting this Yukon weather and saving for today when I'd have enough cash to go back to the States. And now, by ginger, I've got it. Here's my poke. We'll have that dust on and pay me off and folding money. Go ahead, Joe. Yes, sir. It's none of my business, Toby, but you're taking a big chance keeping so much money in your house. Some pretty rough characters in Chilicar. Living alone, as you do, at the edge of town with no protection. No protection? Well, Blackie's the best dad-rated watchdog that ever brought bread. Maybe he's old and small, but just let anyone try to get near my house and Blackie will make the welcome ring. Yes, sir. Won't you, Blackie? Then I'll blaze away with this year's six-gun. Why, would Blackie and this six-gun protecting my cash? No one but a fool will try to rob me. All right, suit yourself. And anyway, I'll tell you something, Mr. Garner. I've got to be mighty confidential about this. Then I needn't whisper. There's no one in the bank. Well, you're clerical. Joe Thorne wouldn't be working for me unless he could be trusted. Well, I was just going to say that no one can get my cash till they find it, and they'll never find it. No. Look, you see this shirt? It's made double. What about it? Well, this year's shirt is my bank. Every time I get some folding money, I make a little slit in the lining of this year's shirt and sew the cash inside. My cash is always with me. Here's your folding money, Toby. Oh, thanks, Mr. Thorne. Now I'll be getting on my way. Come on, Blackie. Take care of yourself, Toby. Don't you worry about me, Mr. Garner. Not while I've got my gun and Blackie. Good day to you, Mr. Thorne. Good day. It was early morning about a week later when Sergeant Preston and his great dog, King, came into Chilliwaw. As they neared a small well-kept house, the door opened and Doc Brady called. Hey there. Hi, Sergeant Preston. Doc Brady, hello. Sure will. Come on, King. Let's say hello to our friends. Just happen to see you coming. Come in. Come in. Come on, King. It's hard walking on that ice. Throw off your pocket. Come over by the fire. Well, I can't stay long, Doc. Just passing through. I'm doing white horse tomorrow. Have to appear at a trial. That's too bad. I hope you'd stay for at least a few days. Any particular reason? There's trouble brewing. Trouble? You know Toby Dixon, don't you? Toby Dixon, let me think. Old sourdough. He's been panning mountain streams for some time. He lives north of here at the edge of town. Oh, yes, I remember, Toby. Well, when he came back from his last trip about 10 days ago, he let it be known all over town that he had all the cash he needed. He said he was going back to the States. He shouldn't talk so freely. And he found that out. Someone got into his house while he was in the cafe. The places ransacked from top to bottom. That was night before last. There was a prowl around his house in the middle of the night. His dog started barking and woke the old man up. Scared the prowler away. Anything happened last night? I haven't heard. Hey, Doc! Sounds like Jake Tabor. Hey, Doc, you better come quickly. Where? I'm out of here. Hey, hey, that dog. Don't let him get away. Take off her shirt. Quiet, Jake. Who's her, Jake? Old Toby Dixon sent me to get you, Doc. My bag's right there. Take it, Jake, while I get into my coat. Here, I was just passing by and when he stuck his head out the door and yelled at me. He told me to come on the run and get you. I'm ready. I'll go with you. Come on, King. It took but a few minutes to reach the small one-room cabin where Toby Dixon lived with his dog, Blankey. Doc Brady opened the door with Sergeant Preston and Jake Tabor and King close behind. Old Toby knelt beside his small dog who lay motionless on the bunk. What is it, Toby? What's the matter? Oh, Doc, it's Blankey. Take a look at the poor little critter. Your dog? Yes. Steady, King. Oh, Sergeant Preston. Thanks a lot, Sergeant, but I'm glad you're here. Toby, this looks like a knife wound. That's what it is, Doc. When I found Blankey, he was laying in the snow and the knife was sticking into him. I carried him in here and put him on the bunk. Doc, he ain't moved. Toby, I'm sorry. The dog is dead. I thought as much, but Doc, who would do it? Who's honored enough to do a thing like this? Why, it's murder. Sergeant Preston, you've got to find the killer. Do you have the knife? Yes, right there on the floor. Oh, yes, I see it. Oh, poor fellow, Doc, gone. Doc, gone, Toby, I'm sorry about that. I know what that dog meant to you. He was my pal, that's what he was. He's been with me for nine years. Have you any idea who did this, Toby? No. Where'd you find him, Toby? Out front, laying on the ice. The ice won't show footprints. You know who owns this knife? No, Sergeant. I never saw it before. Hey, that looks like Bart Weaver's knife. Bart Weaver? He's new in town. He works in the cafe. This is his knife or one just like it. Was Blackie friendly with Bart Weaver? Blackie was friendly with everyone, Sergeant. Bart Weaver, Jake here. He was friends with everyone. Anyone could have knifed him while he was saying good morning. But he barked at the prowler who was here the night before last. Prowler? Oh, you know about that? I told him, Toby. Well, he'd bark at anyone who comes sneaking up during the night. Just the same as he'd be friends with anyone who'd come up to pat him during the day. Toby, I think your dog was killed by the man or men who were trying to steal your money. Yeah, dog gone right, Sergeant. He found out he couldn't do it with Blackie on guard so he killed Blackie. But he won't get away with it, no sirree. You'll get the killer, won't you, Sergeant Preston? You and King will get on his tail and stay on it until you get him. The ice doesn't show any trail, Toby. And a lot of people have walked over the street, so King couldn't follow his scent. That won't stop you, Sergeant. Will it? Toby, I've got to leave Chilliwa in less than an hour. I've got to be in Whitehorse tomorrow. No, sir. I've got to be there to appear at a trial, but I'll come back here as soon as I can. And we'll see what we can do to find the man who killed your dog. I'll give a reward, Sergeant Preston. Look, I've got all my savings right here in paper money. It's sold inside my shirt. Inside your shirt? I'll give every dollar of it as a reward. Toby, don't tell people where your money's hidden. I can trust you and Doc and Jake here. Well, don't tell anyone else. Now listen, Toby, there might be another attempt to steal your money, so I'm going to leave King with you. You're going to leave your dog? Yes. I'll keep him with you every minute of the day and night till I get back. And then we'll see what we can do. Before I leave, we'll talk to Bart Weaver and see what he has to say about this knife. Doc returned to his office, and Jake remained a very blackie. While Sergeant Preston, accompanied by Toby and King, found Bart Weaver in the cafe. Bart looked at the knife. That's my knife, all right. I lost it a couple of weeks ago. Where'd you get it, Sergeant? I found it. It was used to kill my dog. No, you don't say. Say, Toby, I'm sorry to hear that. I'm mighty sorry. I know how much you thought of blackie. Bart stuck to his story of having lost his knife some time previously. And in the limited time at his command, Sergeant Preston could go no further in the investigation. He and King returned to Toby's house. I'll give you my word, Toby. I'll return from White Horse as soon as possible. All right, Sergeant. Now, remember what I told you about King. And you, King, you ought to take care of Toby. Understand, boy? Get King a good meal at supper time, Toby. I'll take care of him, Sergeant. You can bet on that. I've got a section of caribou hanging out back. He'll eat all right. You too should become great friends while I'm away. And you needn't worry about anyone getting close to your house. I won't worry. I reckon King's is just as good a watchdog as blackie was. Bye, Toby. Bye, Sergeant. Bye, King. Now behave yourself, fella. Don't eat any strange food. Don't you worry, Sergeant. Like I said, I've got plenty of that caribou hanging out back. He'll be well fed. All right, Toby. See you soon. That night at supper time, Toby cut off a good-sized slab of the caribou meat that hung behind his house and gave King a hearty meal. As for himself, the old man had no appetite. He turned in earlier than usual and tossed restlessly for some time before he finally fell asleep. It was the middle of the night when a figure crept stealthily to the cabin door opened it to the winning side. There was no alarm from King who lay motionless near the foot of Toby's bunk. The great dog was at that very moment more nearly dead than alive. A victim of poison the intruder had put on the caribou meat that hung behind the cabin. Then Toby awakened. What's going on? I hear someone. Who are you? What are you doing in here? The man's hand holding a pistol rose and fell. The weapons barrel thundered against poor Toby's head with stunning force. We'll continue our story in just a moment. Say, supposing you're an inventor, yep, and you set out to invent a ready-to-eat breakfast cereal. 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Tomorrow, get delicious Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice shot from guns. And now to continue our story. It was late afternoon when Sergeant Preston moved with swinging strides over the icy trail on his return from White Horse. The trip had been a lonely one. But now he missed the companionship of his great dog, King. Throughout the trip, he had frequently thought of Toby Dixon. What if someone killed King as Old Toby's dog had been killed? He could fully understand the old man's heart-sickness and his eagerness to find and punish the one who had been responsible. In a few minutes now, Sergeant Preston would reach Old Toby's cabin. He would rejoin King. Suddenly at the edge of town, the mountain heard a shout. Hey, Sergeant! Sergeant Preston! It was Bart Weaver, owner of the knife that had killed Blackie. Sergeant Preston! Yes, Weaver? I've got something to tell you. What is it, Bart? I'm in a hurry. They told me you'd be in White Horse today. I was there early this morning. Well, listen, Sergeant, you suspected me of killing Dixon's dog and I can't prove an alibi for yesterday morning when the dog was killed. But I've got an alibi for last night. What about last night? Someone knocked on Old Toby and made off with all his money. He was sewn inside his shirt. But I left King to guard Old Toby. The dog was poisoned. What? The dog's brain is still at Toby's house, even there's some sound. Sergeant Preston didn't wait to hear the rest. He sat under the run, covering the remaining distance of Toby Dixon's house in the shortest possible time. Sergeant Preston! Bart! I heard about King. King. Oh, what have they done to you? Look at him, weak as a kitten. He's passed a crisis and out of danger. You can thank Toby for saving his life. Toby. Oh, forgive me. I was so concerned about King. How are you? I'm all right, Sergeant. What happened last night? Well, I can't tell you much. I fed King some of the caribou that I had hanging out back. Yes? And I didn't have none more on self as I weren't hungry. Well, we turned in and sometime during the night I woke up. I heard the floor creaking from someone moving inside the house. Could you see who it was? No, it was too dark and something hit me on the head. I was knocked out. Come to and then struck a light. Then I saw King stretched out on the floor. His legs as stiff as Ramrod's and he was shaking like 60. What'd you do for him? Well, I knew it was poison, Sergeant. I'd seen it work before. I melted down some tallow and forced it down the dog's throat. He got rid of some of the poison. Then I gave him some more hot tallow and kept it up until daybreak. It just happened to drop in this morning. I've been here ever since. Did King eat anything except that caribou? Not a thing, Sergeant. I examined the caribou. Someone had poisoned the meat. King, poor old fella. I've been afraid something like this might happen. That's why I've trained you to eat only food that's furnished by people we trust. But even with all of our precautions someone nearly got you. Dog, you sure he'll be all right? Yes, after a few days' rest he'll be as good as new. Toby, I can't begin to thank you for what you've done. I give you my word, I'll not rest until I get back your money and find the man who killed your dog. King was carefully moved to Brady's home where Sergeant Preston was to stay for the next few days. Then during those days while the dog regained his strength the Mountie put forth every effort to find evidence against the man who had ram-sacked Dixon's home, stabbed his dog, poisoned King and stolen old Toby's money. But his efforts led nowhere. It was evening when he sat with a doctor in front of the fireplace. King lay on the floor nearby. King seemed quite lively when he went for a walk tonight, Dog. He's nearly back to his normal strength. Perhaps he can go with me tomorrow. Yes, I think he can. Good. Hear that, King? I guess he'd be glad to be back in harness. Tell me, Preston, have you any idea as to the poisoners' identity? Yes, I have. You have? I'm pretty sure I know who he is. But that doesn't mean a thing. Besides, King's reaction doesn't back up my suspicion. I don't understand. Dog, you remember the first attempt to get Toby's money? Yes, someone ram-sacked his house while he was out. The thief didn't know where the cash was hidden, but the Night King was poisoned. The thief knew just where to go for the cash. He slugged Toby and stripped off his shirt. At that time, not many people knew where Toby kept his cash. The banker knew it, and so did his clerk. Toby told both of them. Yes, but they knew about it before the house was ram-sacked. If either Garner or Joe Thorne had turned thief, they'd have known where to go for the cash. That's good logic. They wouldn't have searched through the house while Toby was out. Now, when the thief actually got the cash, he knew where to look for it. He slugged Toby and stripped off his shirt. That means that the thief is a man who learned about that shirt on the day of the robbery. Yeah, that narrows it down. To one man, Jake Tabor, who was with us when Toby told about his shirt. Jake Tabor, and he's just the type. Preston, I think he's your man. I can't find a shred of evidence to back that suspicion, Doc. I'm trying to think of a way to trap Jake Tabor, make him show his hand. I think I have a way, but I'll need your help, Doc. I don't have it. Now, here's my plan. You've got to call on Toby tonight. Tell him he's to become ill, very ill. Then go to the cafe and tell Bart Weaver and a few others that you're very concerned. Hint that Toby might be coming down with a very serious fever. It was one hour later when Doc Brady visited the cafe. Yes, indeed, Bart. I just came from Toby's place, and, frankly, I am very, very worried. Poor old Toby. His luck is sure-running money, eh? Hey, Doc, what's that about old Toby? Oh, hello, Jake. Toby got more trouble? He's sick, Jake, and I'm afraid he might be very bad. I know better in the morning. What's the matter with him? Looks like the fever. Fever? Very, very dangerous fever. As bad as smallpox. Did I hear some mention of smallpox? Yes, you did, Thorn. Doc was just saying that Toby's got a fever that's worse than smallpox. No, no, I'm not sure, mind you. I'll see what develops in the morning. Worse than smallpox. Gosh, Doc, is that catching? Yeah, is it? If Toby has the fever I'm thinking of, we'll have to put a guard at his house to be sure no one gets close to him. I, uh, suppose you can cure Toby. I'll do my best. I'll hurry over to White Horse and get a special medicine. The only thing that will prevent or cure such a disease. Prevent it, you say? Uh-huh. It would protect a man who had been exposed to it. Can't you get enough of that medicine to supply the folks here in town, Doc? Just so none of us would catch it? Oh, no, Bob, that would be out of the question. As a matter of fact, I'll have to do a lot of persuading to get the doctor in White Horse to give me enough for Toby. There's very little of that medicine in the Yukon territory. Nowhere near enough to supply people who are in audio. A little hope for the best. I'll be seeing you, boys. After Doc had left the cafe, the news spread rapidly. By the following morning, the whole town was buzzing with talk about old Toby's mysterious ailment. When a guard was placed at Toby's door, the worst fears were confirmed. Ah, Toby's in a bad way. Poor old critter. I'm sorry for him. Did you hear what Doc said last night about a special medicine? Yeah, Toby's had a lot of hard luck. Sergeant Preston heard snatches of conversation from the curious onlookers. Then the doctor came out of the house dressed for travel. Ready, Doc? Yes, sir. How's our plan working? First raid so far. Sorry you have to take a trip to White Horse. Oh, I don't mind. It'll do me good. Now, let me see. I should be there by noon and back here some time in the late afternoon. And while you're there, you'll pick up a bottle of medicine with Dr. Jackson's name on it. Leave that to me. I'll keep an eye on Jake. At least as guilty as I think he is. He'll be very worried about the shirt in his possession. I've dropped a few remarks, heading that Toby Stolen's shirt might carry the fever dream. Don't make an attempt to wail at you in the back trail. Take the medicine away from him. And if he comes out to meet me, you'll be following him. That's right. King and I will follow him and I hope we'll finish this day with a confession. As the day passed, Jake went about his normal pursuits with Sergeant Preston watching. Mid-afternoon found Jake still in town, engaged in a poker game in the cafe. Sergeant Preston and King were waiting outside. King? Jake intends to intercept the doctor. It's time for him to leave town. The minutes dragged into an hour. It was time for Dr. Brady to be back. And Jake still lingered at the card game. King sensed his master's restlessness. He saw Sergeant Preston glancing at his watch with increasing frequency as another hour dragged by. Then Jake came out of the cafe. Happy time tonight to give you boys a chance to get back your losses. Oh, hello, Sergeant. Howdy, King. How'd you make out, Jake? I want to tidy certain the boys. They're all skittish about the chances of catching Toby's fever. Your mind's in on the game. I see. I don't want enough to buy me some new clothes. I'm on my way to spend it before I get into another card game. Well, I'll see you again. King certainly doesn't act like the guilty man. Once more, the mountain he looked at his watch. Dr. Brady should have been back here an hour ago, eh? I wonder if they're going to go out and meet him. Come on, King. King thrilled to the summons. It was good to be back on the trail trotting at his master's side. Sergeant Preston had traveled less than one mile after leaving the town when he saw Dr. Brady. Mark, come on, boy. There was something wrong. Doc's hat was gone. And he walked with dragging steps, weaving from side to side. Preston! Mark, what's the matter with you? What happened? You said you'd watch. Here, take my arm. No. No, I'll be all right in a few minutes. How did Jake get away from me? He didn't. He's in town right now. Someone slugged me from behind. I don't know who. I was unconscious. When I came to, the bottle of medicine was gone. I was pretty unsteady on my feet for a time, but I'm better now. Don't worry about me. I'll be all right. Can you take me back to that spot on the trail? Yes. The ground's frozen too hard to show footprints. We don't need footprints. King's back on the job. He'll get the scent. Let's go, King. It was only a couple of hundred yards to the place where Doc had fallen. And there, the great dog King reacted violently. He found and recognized a scent he hated. He remembered a prowler in the night, a man who had hurt old Toby at the time when he, King, lay helpless. He looked up at his master. He wanted desperately to follow that trail. All right, King. Take the lead, fellow. On King! Follow us, Doc. All right, honey. King streaked across the ice and hard-packed snow, angling off the trail. Then he cut back in the direction of town and went directly to a small house. He snarled and barked and clawed at the door until his master caught up. All right, King. We're going in, boy. Open up. I want to talk to you. The door was opened by Joe Thorn, clerk in Garner's Bank. That door! Get down! Come on, King. What's the matter with him? He hates crooks, Thorn. Crooks? You knocked Dr. Brady down. No, I don't. Don't lie about it. King has a scent he followed you. I think a search of this house will reveal the bottle of medicine you took from Dr. Brady. He's on the way here and will identify it. And the search might reveal Toby Dixon's shirt. Get that dog out of here. He's on the track or something. Get out of there, you muck! Get away from that bed! Get away from that bed! Call him something. Don't kill him! I'll take that gun. Go on. Get over there. See what King's trying to pull out from under that mattress. Freshman! Freshman! This is Thorn's house. Yes, and come here, doc. Look what King found. Toby Dixon's shirt. Then Thorn is the one. That dog, that confounded Thorn. Yes, the dog you tried to poison. I admit it, Preston. I guess you win. You tried to frame Bart Weaver for the stabbing of Blackie. I found this knife. I meant to return it to him, but I didn't get around to it. And when I learned that old Toby had money, Toby had money, well, you know the answers. All the answers but one. I can't understand why you ransacked the house on the first night you tried to steal the money. It wasn't me the first night, President. Oh? I was my boss. The banker? Yeah, Garner himself. He was afraid someone would rob Toby. So he went to the house and messed things up a little, hoping to frighten the old man into putting his money in the bank. And I'll be doggone. He was sure someone would get the cash that's inside that shirt. And so was I. And I thought I might as well be the lucky one. I'm telling you all this because I'm done for it. I've been handling that germ-laden shirt so much I'm ready to catch the fever. In fact, I've hit the beginning out already. And what about that medicine you took from me? I was just going to take it when that dog came barking at the door. It won't matter, Thorne, because you see, there is no fever. No fever? Oh, Toby, just as well as I am. No. And that medicine is nothing but ordinary bitters. Frick, don't get all the way. And all because of a door. Yes, King. Thanks to you, boy. This case is closed. The dog barks. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Monday's program. Say, don't be missing out. Get next to the breakfast treat that's so popular with many He-Man Hollywood movie stars. Yes, you guessed it. It's well-tasting Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice with milk and fruit. Check up right now. Make sure to have a good supply of both delicious kinds on hand for this coming weekend. And don't forget, wheat or rice shop from guns is never sold in bags or bulk. Always buy the big Quaker red and blue package. That's your guarantee you're getting the original crisp, fresh Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Tremble and directed by Fred Flower Day. This story was written 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 Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice, the breakfast cereal shop from guns. Listen Monday when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the adventure of the Samaritan of the Trail. The Samaritan was known as Father John. We knew that the last years of his life had been devoted to the service of his fellow men. But his life before that time was a closed book. Then one day, King and I learned the grim secret of his past. That was the beginning of an exciting manhunt with death as a milestone. Be sure to hear this exciting story Monday. Till then, this is J. Michael wishing you good bye, good luck, and good health from Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice. So long. For a delicious hot breakfast, eat Quaker oats. The giant of the cereals is Quaker oats. Yes, the giant of the cereals is Quaker oats. Delicious, nutritious, makes you feel ambitious. 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