 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rise, the breakfast cereal shot from guns, present the challenge of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swiftest and strongest lead dog of the northwest, placing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest mounted police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On King, on your skis! Gold, gold discovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the Klondike in the wild race for riches. Back to the days of the gold rush, with Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rise bringing you the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog Yukon King as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. Suppose you were hitting the Yukon trail tomorrow morning across a windswept snow-covered great northwest. Yes, like Sergeant Preston! Well, sir, you'd appreciate that real stamina calls for a nourishing breakfast. So fortify yourself every morning with a breakfast that includes a heaping bowlful of delicious Quaker Puff Wheat or Quaker Puff Rise with milk or cream and juicy red strawberries or other fruits. Remember, you get added food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and iron every time you eat swell-tasting Quaker Puff Rise or Quaker Puff Wheat. Vic Tyler was on his way to Dawson and had stopped to eat his midday meal a few miles from town. While resting for a few moments after finishing his meal, he amused himself by taking target practice with his six-shooter on a tin can which he'd set up in the snow about 50 yards away. The sound of a team coming along the trail made Vic pause and look around at the approaching traveler. Vic greeted the stranger. Hi, mister. Howdy. Well, what you doing? Taking a little target practice? Yeah. I was peppering that tin can over here. Pretty good shot, are you? Fair enough. Well, maybe you'd like to have a little shooting contest with me. Found it for money. Oh, let's make it for money. Say, 10 bucks? Sure, why not? You got a gun? Sure. Right here under my pocket. That's a right pretty shoot now, and you got the... Let's see, wait a minute. Let me see that gun. Where'd you get this gun, mister? Well, what do you care? I care plenty. I'm asking you where you got it. I want it in a poker game. You really want to know? Now, give it back to me before I... Get your hands up, mister. Hey. What's the big idea? Maybe you're telling the truth, maybe you're lying. I don't know. But just to be on the safe side, I'm taking you to Monty Headquarters in Dawson. Vic Tyler forced the stranger to drive into town while he himself followed close behind with his own team. They halted in front of Monty Police Headquarters. All right, mister, let's go inside. Sergeant Preston looked up from his desk and surprised as the two men entered. What happened? What's wrong? Well, sir, it's me, Sergeant, but this crazy galootie got a hold of my gun and made me come here. What's this all about? Well, it's a long story, Sergeant. I'm listening. My name's Victoria. I come from Texas. My brother Stan came up here to the Yukon last year and disappeared. Did you contact them out of the police? Sure. I come here to headquarters last month when I first arrived. I was out on patrol at that time. Well, today I met this gen out in the trail. And it turns out he's carrying my brother's gun. Here, take a look at it. Oh. Chased silver grip. You sure this is your brother? Sure, I'm sure. I didn't know that gun anywhere. He had that grip carved specially formed by a Mexican silversmith. But turn it over, you'll see his initials on the other side. That's T. What'd you get this gun for? I've already told him. I want it in a poker game. He says he wanted it from a guy named Fogg. Yeah, and that's the truth. Where'd this poker game take place? Here in Dawson? No. In a little mining camp called Nuggetville. You know where that is? On the Pele River. That's right. There's a place there called the Mad Dog Cafe. That's where I met Fargo. He came in with a poke full of gold, and I got in the game with him. I cleaned him out. How long ago did this happen? Oh, about two, three months ago. You think he's telling the truth, Sergeant? Yes, and quite sure he is. I've known more to long time. Then I guess I better make tracks for Nuggetville. We'll both go there, Vic. If anything has happened to your brother, it's a case with the mounted police. Nuggetville was a squalid community of tents and log shanties clustered around a gary center of cafes and dance halls. When Sergeant Preston arrived there with Vic Tyler after the long hard trip from Dawson, two men went first to the Mad Dog Cafe. Do you have that photograph of your brother with you? Yes, Sergeant. I got it right here in my pocket. Well, talk to the owner and see if he can help us. It must be him over behind the bar. That big guy with the mustache. Well, can I help you, James? You're the owner of this place? Yes, your hand. I'm Sergeant Preston, and this is Vic Tyler. Howdy. Glad to know you. What's on your mind? We're looking for a man named Fargo. You know him? Fargo? Fargo. They seem just kind of familiar. What's he done? I can't answer that until we found him. Do you know what he looks like? Neither of us has ever seen him, but he's supposed to be heavy set. He has a black beard. Well, I'll sure keep my eyes open for him. Do that. There's another man we're looking for, too. Vic, show him that picture. Sure. Here it is. You ever seen him? Yeah, let me see. And he says he's heavy. Who is he? He's my brother. His name's Stan Tyler. Oh, that's sure. Then I'm sorry, Mr. But I'm afraid I can't help you. We'll be around town for a few days if you should get a line on Fargo or Stan Tyler. I wish you'd let us know. Yeah, I'll do that, sir. All right, thanks. Come on, Vic. Zack Salem waited until the Mountian Vic Tyler had left the cafe. Then he walked over to a table where several men were playing cards. He spoke to one of the men seated at the table. Hey, Perky, come in my office a minute, Dan. Right away? Yeah, right away. What's up? Did you see that money that just left the cafe? Yeah, I saw him. What do you want? He's looking for Stan Tyler. They gathered with him his Tyler's brother. Holy smoke. I wonder how he traced him here. I don't know. But he must have something to do with Fargo because he's looking for him, too. What are you going to do? You better get back to the mine right away and tell Fargo to lie low for a week or so until the money gets out of town. What about the supplies we need? Man, what about them? I left an order of the general's store. You want me to pick up the grub before I go? You got your sled here? Yeah, it's out back. All right, get your sled and pick up the supplies and then get going to the mine. Meanwhile, Sergeant Preston and Vic Tyler were walking away from the cafe. Where to now, Sergeant? We'll try the general's store. I think we can find out something there. It's worth a try. If either Fargo or your brother lived here any length of time, we must have bought supplies to the general's store. The man who runs the store may remember them. Yeah, by God, that's a good idea. Here's the store. Josh Hobart, the storekeeper, was an old friend of Sergeant Preston's. He greeted the sergeant loudly. Well, ding bust my hide between Sergeant Preston and King. Hello, Josh. Well, you don't get down this way very often, Sergeant. Here, you on a case? Yes, and I'm hoping you can help me. I sure will if I can. First of all, I'd like to have you meet my friend, Vic Tyler. Hi. We're looking for two people, Josh. One of them's a man named Fargo. You ever know him? Fargo? Yeah. Yeah, I know him. You do? Sure, he's been in here lots of times. Big guy with black whiskers. Can you tell us anything about him? Well, I ain't seen much of him in the last few months. Guess he's out working the claim somewhere. He used to be tied up pretty close with the guy that runs the Mad Dog Cafe. What's that? You mean Zack Salem? Yeah, that's right. Have you met him? Well, just came from his place. He told us he didn't know Fargo. He's lying. I always knew that guy was crooked. Here, take a look at this picture. That's the other man we're looking for. You ever seen him? Sure have. I grub-steaked him. His name's Stan Tyler. Say, your name's Tyler, too. Any relation? Yeah, he's my brother. Well, I'll be dead-burned. Can you tell us where to find him? I wish I could find him myself. I ain't seen hiding her hair in him for the last four or five months. How'd you happen to grub-steak him? Well, it's like this. Stan got wind of a lost Indian gold mine. Supposed to have been discovered years ago by a couple of French-connected trappers. Maybe you've heard the story. Yes, I have. The two trappers came back to civilization loaded with gold. Later on, they got into a brawl and knifed each other. No one since then has been able to locate the mine. Yeah, that's the story. I never took much stock in it myself. But Stan heard about it from some Indian whose life he saved. And he was bound and determined he was going to find the mine. He offered me a quarter share of the proceeds if he did. Did he ever find it? Sure. At least, as he says he did. And he brought back a couple of pokes full of big gold nuggets to back up his story. Then what happened? Well, he gave me a quarter share of the gold and then he loaded it up on supplies and said he was going back out to the mine. That's the last I seen of it. At that moment, the door opened and the man, Zack Salem, had spoken to, entered the room. At sight of him, the storekeeper's face seemed to freeze. Oh, howdy, Pug. I suppose you come back for your supplies. Yeah, that's right. You got them ready? Sure. Sure, I got them right here behind the counter. Here you are. All right. Here's your money. I'll get you changed. You must put away a lot of drug, Pug. You working alone or have you got a partner? I've got a big appetite. Here's your change. Thanks. So long. So long, Pug. Bye, Thunder Sergeant. There's a guy you ought to keep your eye on. Why so? Because he's a close pal of Fargo's. And what's more, he's tied up with Zack Salem, too. Every time he's in town, he hangs around the Mad Dog Cafe. If there's anything crooked going on, I'll bet he's in on it. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. When you're traveling along the Yukon Trail, you never can tell what kind of a scary adventure you're going to have next. Like one time, when it was just about dusk, I was on the way back from the Dead Dutchman gold mining camp. I was just about to... Hey, look! It's an ambush. I'm trapped. Whoa, hold that boy. Don't make a move if you want to stay healthy. 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Remember, you get exciting Sergeant Preston Yukon Trail cutout models right now on eight different new packages of Quaker-popped wheat or Quaker-popped rice. And a complete gold mining camp is included in the 59 swell cutout models. They're larger, easier to build, and they come only with the big red and blue packages of delicious Quaker-popped wheat and Quaker-popped rice. Get yours tomorrow, sure. Now to continue. After leaving the general store, Pug halted his team in front of the Mad Dog Cafe. Zack Salem was standing behind the bar. He greeted Pug in surprise. What are you coming back for? Come on back in the office. I got something to tell you. Yeah, yeah, come on. All right, Spillett, what's wrong? I went to the store, like you said, to pick up the supplies. Yeah, yeah. That Mountie and Tyler's brother were there talking to Josh Hobart. Hobart knows you're a pal of Fargo's. He knew Stan Tyler, too. Yeah. And he also knows that me and Fargo worked for you. He acted mighty funny when I came in the store. Tried to pump me about why I was buying so much grub. By this time, he's probably shot off his mouth to search him, Preston. Yeah, it looks like we're really in the soup. You know whether Preston followed you when you left the store? I ain't sure. I looked down the street when I came in the cafe, but there were too many people milling around. Well, I guess we'll have to do something about that red coat. Such as what? I've got an idea. You know that cabin you and Fargo were living in last summer when you were panning golden? Sure, I know it. Why? Take your team and drive there, but don't go the shortest way. Circle around through the hills. I'll come. While you're doing that, I'll make a beeline for the cabin, so I'll be there by the time you arrive. Yeah. Then what? If Preston doesn't trade you, you can go on to the mine from there and no harm done. And what if he does trail me? Then we'll know he's wise to us and we'll give him a nice warm reception. I like your idea, Zack. I like it a lot. So do I. Now get going. Meanwhile, Sergeant Preston and Vic Tyler had taken up a position from which they could watch the front door of the cafe. Here comes Pugner, Sergeant. He's leaving the cafe. Yes, he's going over to his team. Line up the team, fucking hell off, boy! No rush! No rush! Looks like he's heading straight out of town. Come on, we got our teams and follow him. Right. Two hours later, Sergeant Preston and Vic halted their teams at a small cabin in the hill. Okay. Yes, Pug's team, Sergeant. I wonder if him and Fargo live in this cafe. What I'm wondering is how he took such a long way around to get here. Maybe he figured I'm throwing his office trail. There's only one way to find out. What can I do for you, Monty? You can let us in and then you can answer a few questions. Sure. Why not? Wait a minute. The dog stays outside. What's the matter? He won't hurt you. I don't like his looks. All right, King. Stay outside. What's on your mind? Ever hear of a man called Fargo? Sure. I've heard of him. Any idea where I can find him? No, I haven't. What do you expect to do with all those supplies? Eat them. Like I told Josh Hobart, I got a big appetite. Why'd you come to this cabin? I live here. Nobody lives here, the place is stripped bare. Oh, I forgot to tell you. I'm just moving in. Look, mister, in case you don't realize it, I'm here on police business. The man's disappeared. He may have been murdered. It's obvious that you and Zack Salem know something and you're both covering up. Now, are you going to talk or shall I take you back to Dawson and hold you on suspicion of murder? Get your hands up, President. You too, Tyler. Zack Salem, man. That trapdoor came in mighty handy here, boss. That's right. I climb out of here. It'll be a pleasure. Mr. President, you shouldn't have come with snooping around. What do we do with them, Zack? Kill them? Not yet for a while anyway. I've got a better idea. Such as? We can use a couple extra hands of the mine, can't we? Yeah. We can't at that. We'll be able to get the gold off faster that way. All right. Let's tie their hands and take them out there. What about that dog of Preston's? What about him? That mutt looks mighty vicious to me. We'll have to do something about him. Where is he? Outside. I didn't want to let him in for fear he might get your scent and give the game away. We'll shoot him when we leave here. Now, come on. Let's get these two tied up. A few minutes later, the crooks finish tying their prisoner's hands prepared to leave the cattle. Now, then, you two start marching. Puggy, you open the door. All right. Watch out for that dog. Don't worry. He won't make trouble with the bullet in his head. King was waiting just outside the door. Go, King! Go! You missed him. He got away. He's caulking out there in the underbrush. Forget him. Let's get moving and get that team's land up. Night was falling as the travelers entered a narrow steep-walled canyon that was thickly overgrown with trees and underbrush. They halted their teams in front of a lonely cabin with lighted windows. Pull it! Pull it! Pull it! Pull it! All right, you two. Get on your feet. Inside the cabin, a haggard, unshaven man sat eating his meal at the table. Across the room from him sat a heavy, sat black-bearded man holding a cocked revolver. As the prisoners entered the room, the man at the table jumped up from his chair with a startled expression. Vic, Vic, how'd you get him? Holy smoke. It's my brother's stand. Long time no see, yes. Howdy, Fargo. Hello, Zack. Howdy, Fargo. Howdy, Fargo. Who in thunder at these two jaspers? Well, it's a long story. Young guy's name is Vic Tyler. He came up to the Yukon to find his brother. And he got this money to help him. They started stooping around, so, naturally, we had to take steps. What are you gonna do with him? I figured we might as well put him to work. The three guys working the mine instead of just one would be able to get the gold out a lot faster. That's a right, smart idea. The prisoners' hands were untied, and then they were allowed to eat while the crooks sat guarding them with drawn revolvers. When the meal was over, the prisoners were herded into a small back room, the door of which bore a hasp and padlock. All right. Inside you three. All right. Sleep tight, gents. Don't make any trouble unless you're hankering for a little going over it. There were no windows in the room, and as the door was closed and padlocked, the three prisoners were plunged into total darkness. They conversed in hushed voices. Seeing for the love of Mike, what's this all about? That happens. I found a lost Indian gold mine. I made the mistake of talking about it at the Mat Dog Cafe. What happened? Zack Salem heard me talking, told Fargo and Pug to follow me. Trailed me here to the mine and captured me. You mean they've been keeping you prisoner ever since? That's right, Sergeant. They'd make me work the mine for them. Fargo and Pug take turns guarding me. Why, that dirty poald cat. Where is the mine? Just a little waste from the cabin, tunneled into the wall of the canyon. You can't see the opening. It's all covered over with brush. Well, how are we ever going to bust loose from these alcohols? We may not be in as bad a spot as you think, Vic. I'm counting on help from a certain porter. What do you mean by that? Are you talking about it now? I'll wait for the morning and see what happens. The following morning, the prisoners were released from the locked room and given breakfast. Then Fargo and Pug prepared to take the prisoners out to the mine and put them to work. All right, chance. Get moving outside. Yeah. It's time to start earning that grub you'd just been stowing away. Fargo kept the three prisoners covered with a gun while Pug opened the door. As the men emerged into the cold morning air, Sergeant Preston cast a keen glance at his surroundings. The cabin stood in a small clearing with its back almost up against the canyon wall. On the right, a well-beaten path led away from the cabin, evidently to the mouth of the mine. Pug, you go on ahead and open up the mine. I'll ride herd on these critters. Okay. Looks like we'll have to get some more tools to keep the three of you busy. At that moment, Sergeant Preston saw what he'd been looking for, a slight movement in the underbrush bordering the path. Fargo was walking behind the prisoners, keeping them covered with this leveled revolver. While Pug had already reached the end of the path and was clearing away the brush and shrubbery which were used to camouflage the mine entrance, the sergeant waited until they were a little closer to Pug, and then he shouted, Get him, King! King came charging out of the underbrush and sprang at Fargo's back, knocking him to the ground. Without even glancing around to see what had happened, Sergeant Preston darted forward to deal with Pug. Oh, no, you don't press it. Pug tried to draw his gun in fire, but the Mounties' hand clamped his wrist with a grip of steel. The two men struggled desperately, and the two men were standing close on each other with their free hands. Stan and Vick had been stunned with surprise by the sudden development. Vick was the first to recover his wits. I'll get Puggo's gun, you help the sergeant. Fargo had dropped his gun and rolled over on top of it as he sought the ward off King's savage attack. As Vick tried to dislodge him, Zack Salem rushed out of the cabin. Stan shouted a warning to the sergeant. Look out, here comes Zack Salem, he's got a gun. Yeah, now get you first! As he spoke, Preston summoned up all his strength and knocked Pug unconscious with a single terrific punch. The moment Zack fired, Stan had plung himself to the ground and the shot went over his head. Before Zack would take careful aim at Preston, the Mountie too had dropped to the ground and picked up Pug's gun. Zack shot had gone wild, but the Mounties' bullet had found its mark. All right, King, let him up, boy. Vick, keep Fargo covered when I take a look at Zack. Zack had fallen face down. Sergeant Preston picked up his gun and then rolled the crook's body over to examine his wound. How about it, Sergeant? Is he dead? No, but he's badly wounded. It'll be a long time before he's in shape to pull any more crooked stuff. Yes, ten years at least. And the same for Fargo and Pug. I couldn't figure out what you meant last night. When you said you were expecting help from a certain quarter. But I sure know now. You knew King had fallen here. That's right, Vick. I was sure he would. King's always at hand when I need him most, aren't you, fella? Thanks to you, old boy. This case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Wednesday's adventure. Jose's return. Ray says, mother, when she discovers that the real bargain in breakfast cereals is delicious Quaker Pop Wheat or Quaker Pop Rice. Yes, indeed. It's a deluxe family breakfast, not like the bargain cereals that the family won't eat or really don't enjoy. The youngsters go for wheat and rice shot from guns because they're exploded up to eight times normal size. They're extra crisp and tender, full of delicious nut-like flavor. And Dad always reaches for the big red-and-blue package of Quaker Pop Rice or Quaker Pop Wheat with a picture of the smiling Quaker Man because it's such a refreshing breakfast dish topped with milk or cream and fresh fruit like luscious juicy red strawberries. And mother herself knows it's a bargain in nourishment. Gives the whole family extra food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and iron. Remember, the original crisp, fresh Quaker Pop Wheat or Quaker Pop Rice comes only in the large red-and-blue package, a fine modern package with a sealed inner lining. That lining serves to doubly protect the flavor and Christmas until the moment you poured into the bowl. For that reason, Quaker Pop Wheat or Quaker Pop Rice is never sold in bags or bulk. Buy both delicious kinds tomorrow. And now here's Sergeant Preston. Is that for me, Inspector? Yes, Sergeant Preston, I did. There's an unusual case in Selkirk. A Mexican, Jose Aldamus, has been murdered. This partner was held as a suspect. It's an involved case concerning the ownership of a mine. I want you to go and clear up the matter. All right, sir. I'll leave within the hour and take King with me. Come on, King. We have an assignment. There's more to the case than Sergeant Preston thinks. And before his assignment is over, he may find himself resorting to unusual methods to solve it. 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