 the sergeant Preston of the Yukon. Again, on your feet! Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo! Woo-hoo! Gold, gold discovered in the Yukon, back to the days of the Gold Rush, and the adventures of sergeant Preston and his wonder dog, Yukon King, as they meet the challenge of the Yukon in their relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. The Quaker-Ostovari, makers of Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice, the delicious cereal shot from guns, and the mutual broadcasting system present by special recording, Sergeant Preston of the Yukon. Our adventure will begin in just a moment. Last year, there was an average of 500 forest fires every day in the United States. The forest burn would make a slip nearly a mile wide around the earth at the equator. Ninety percent of these destructive fires were the result of carelessness on someone's part. The lighted cigarette carelessly flipped out the car window. A campfire left untended, a lighted match thrown into a dress of dry leaves, or any one of many other thoughtless acts that can cause a fire. When you are out in the woods, here are four simple rules of fire prevention to follow. Crush out cigarette cigar and pipe ashes. Break matches in two after using. Drown all campfires, then stir up and drown again. Always be sure to find out the law before using fire. By following these simple precautions, you will be doing your part in the prevention of costly forest fires that we can't afford. Remember, only you can prevent forest fires. Summer was coming to a close in the Yukon Territory. Two men rode the trail from Bear Landing to Selkirk and talked of how they hoped to gain quick wealth in the North Country. Lots of prospectors have been flocking to the bank in Selkirk during the past months of their summer stay. This would be good time for us to go to that bank and make a strike of our own. Yeah, I know Jerry. We gotta be sure we get away with it. First thing we'll do is to check and find out if the constable is away from town, like we're hurting this. You don't have to worry, Brock. I know that constable's out of town, but how could you be so sure? Well, the fact is I sent an Indian to Selkirk constable with trouble at Goose River. And since he's the only manly around Selkirk right now, he left town and went to Goose River yesterday afternoon. Hey, you sure use your head, that's right, Jerry. When do we pull that bank robber in? I'll see it late afternoon. We'll soon be in Selkirk. We'll go into the bank later today and there aren't many people there. And we'll be mighty far away before the constable gets back to town. Get a move on, huh? Get up there. Come on, get up there, boy. Later in Selkirk, there are only a couple of prospectors in the bank as Jerry and Brock entered an approach to the colors window. What can I do for you, mister? Leak, this is a hold up. There you go. I got the other covered. All right, you, come up behind there and line up with those two over there. Hurry. Sure, sure, mister. All right, watch him, right? Keep an eye on the door. I'll go back to the counter and put those sacks of gold in his carpet bag. All right, hurry it up. All right. Man, I got the gold. Let's get out of here quick. Wait, I'm not gonna let you get away with it. Get out of my way, you. All right, let's go. Come on, right? That evening, Sergeant Preston with his great dog Yukon King arrived in Selkirk. He learned the constable was out of town and heard about the robbery. Preston rode to the bank to get further information about the hold up. He received the details and the description of the two crooks. He learned the man was strange and he knew it would be difficult to pick up their trails since many others had gone in and out of the bank. Sergeant Preston was talking to the teller. So many people have been in and out of here both before and after the hold up. It's impossible for King to pick up the sentence. I mean, there isn't any way for him to find them? Not unless he could get the sentence, something one of the crooks is wearing Oh, it held in his hand. Then King toward front of it. Say, I grabbed it to one who carried the goal just before he cracked me over the head. I had this bandana in my hand when I came to. You sure this belongs to one of the thieves? Yes, yes, I grabbed it, he's told him. I must have hung on to this when I fell. And we really do want something to go on if we give King the sentence. I will try to pick up their trail in front of the bank. Come along, King. Out in front of the building, Sergeant Preston held out the bandana to King. The intelligent Husky sniffed out at the moment. Then Preston spoke. Find him, King, find boy. Woo-hoo! For a moment the great gauze sniffed the ground. Then gave a short bark to indicate he had the sentence. Woo-hoo! The big Husky started along the main street until he came to a space between two buildings into which he turned. Then he stopped and sniffed again. Woo-hoo! I must have moutered horses here. I can see the hoof marks. Come along, King. I'll get Blackie and then we'll go on to this point. Woo-hoo! Two crooks, Jerry and Brock, had ridden several miles from Selkirk to a settlement called Indian Runs. They stopped there a short time for food and rest. Then they continued on a short distance until they reached the branch trail. Jerry called the horse. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, baby. Hey, what are we stopping for, Jerry? See that branch trail, Brock? Yeah, I see it. It goes over to two miles. Well, from there we'll double back to Selkirk. We'll stop at two miles away side in and shave off our whiskers. Then we'll go on to Selkirk. Oh, maybe it's a good idea, Jerry. Sure it is. Selkirk is the last place anyone would think of hunting it. We'll put up at some small waterfront hotel and wait for the boat from Dawson dock. Then we'll book passage for the states and clear out. And let's give you a night. Get up, get up, get up, get up! A few hours later, Sergeant Preston and King reached the branch trail beyond Indian Run where the crooks had turned off. At that point, King stopped the moment, slipping the air. Sergeant Preston ran to a halt. Oh, lucky, oh, what's the trouble, King? Oh! The way you're acting, King, I'd say they turned off onto the branch trail. The big hockey still another moment. And then started along the branch trail, whining and looking back. Oh! All right, fella, go ahead. I know you must be right, although it looks as if they headed back to on Selkirk. Head going, boy. Oh! Come on, Lucky. Oh! When Jerry and Brock again arrived in Selkirk with clean shaven faces, they rode along the waterfront until they reached the cheap and shoddy hotel. They left their horses in the shed behind the building, then went inside and poked the disreputable-looking woman who ran the place. Evening, Millie. Remember me? Hey, if you look familiar, these kids are like that. I used to have witches a couple of hours ago. I stayed here when I first came to the territory. I'm Jerry Collins. Oh yeah, sure. I remember you, Jerry. I haven't seen you for some time, though. Well, you've been keeping yourself. I'll never stay long in one place, Millie. Oh, this is a friend of mine, Brock Hopkins. Hi, Millie. Glad to know you. How come you two were traveling around so early in the morning? I only got in town on a short trip. They tell me something. Do you know what the constable is in town now? Yeah, he is. He got me out of bed now earlier this morning. He came here asking questions because of a bank robbery that happened at supper time last night. I see. Um, have you got a room first? Sure. One, two, five. First room on the left, please. Thanks. How long you're going to stay here? Again, by the way, if anyone comes asking questions, we've been here for a long time, get it? Yeah. How long, Jerry? Two weeks or so. Well, in that case, you owe me fifty bucks. Hey, what do you mean we owe you fifty? Yeah, I get it. You're smart, Millie. Yeah. Here, this ought to be enough to keep you quiet. Yeah, thanks. Like I said, you've been here two weeks. By the way, maybe you'd like to know another man who came to town last night. Sergeant Preston, that's the dog that is. Sergeant Preston? Oh, that's all he was endorsing. Well, all I know is he came to town last night. Then he and that dog at least took out after the two crooks to rob the bank. I thought you two gentlemen would like to know. Yeah. Yeah, thanks a lot, Millie. Go to our room now, Mark. Hey, Jerry, I don't like what we heard about Preston, that muddy. God, stop worrying. But I hear that Husky's muddy, smarter trailing. I think we better not wait for the river packet, Jerry. We ought to find some other way to leave town right away. Maybe you're right. But if Boston picks up our trail somehow, leaving one of our horses won't help. Yeah, I know that. Wait a minute. Huh? He's into the window, Mark. What are you looking at? Look down there at the dock. See that big fishing boat? Yeah, what about it? That's the boat that's put in a bare landing two weeks ago, remember? I introduced you to the skipper. It was a friend of mine. Oh, yeah. Yeah, I remember. The way the smoke's pouring from the boat, I'd say that's fiction to leave. We'll head back up the river, and we could go with him if we pay him. Hey, that's nature, all right? We'll duck out the back way now and head to the dock right away. Well, you're taking chances with someone spotting us going out the front. What about our horses? We'll have to leave them here with Millie. With all the gold we have, we can afford to forget them. Let's go talk to the skipper of that boat right now. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Say, mothers, take it from the kids. The breakfast treat that can't be beat is Quaker Pop Right and Quaker Pop Wheat. They're the winner for sure. First of all, they're the winner for crisp, delicious taste, because they're the ones shot from guns. Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Right are actually exploded up to eight times normal size. They're pop to perfection, and they're the winner for sunny natural flavor, a harvest of flavor that mother nature herself puts into the good, wholesome grain. So when dad and the youngsters pour out a bowl full of swell-tasting Quaker Pop Right or Quaker Pop Wheat, you can be sure there's no factory sweetening, no sugar added. Yes, that's the beauty of Quaker Pop Right and Wheat. The youngsters like to put sugar on them themselves, lots of it, and the grown-ups in the family may want to put on less sugar to suit their taste. Yes, look tomorrow at your store for delicious Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Right. You can spot them in the familiar packages with the picture of the big gun on the front. Let's continue. Jerry and Brock carrying the carpet bag of gold left the small hotel through the back door, worried to the dark where the big fishing boat was moored. Let's go aboard, man. Hey, what are you two doing aboard? Hi, Skipper. I reckon you don't know me without my beard. Well, I don't. Oh, good. Oh, I know. You're Jerry. Yep. How come you saved off the beard? I had a good reason. You were fixing to make a run up the river soon? Uh-huh. Leaving in about an hour or why? My friend and I want to make a deal about going along. Look, you know we have an accommodation for passengers. Why aren't you taking the regular boat? It'll be here in a day or two. Now, look, do you want to take it or don't you? Uh, for cash. Listen, I'm not as dumb as you think I am, Jerry. I figure you must be running out on the law. In that case, I'd be taking a big chance carrying it. Now, of course, for, uh, say, a hundred dollars a piece, I might do it. Only catfish. Two hundred to take a twenty mile? Shut up, Brock. But he, Skipper, we'll pay you the two hundred in gold. In gold, huh? Ha, ha, ha. I guess I hit the nail on the head. Sure, I admit we're running out on the law. Let's go into the cabin and we'll pay you. What? Even if that mowley tries to mid-take up our trail, he and that mutt of his will be stumped once we leave on this fishing mode. Ha, come on, let's get inside. It was almost an hour later when Sergeant Preston and King arrived at the Waterfront Hotel and entered. Hi, Sergeant. Looking for somebody? Yes, I am. Two men. One tall with heavy black hair and the other stocky with red hair. Both of them bearded. Sorry, don't have anybody staying here that answers the descriptions you just gave. Sure is that? Mm-hmm, positive. Oh, what do you want them for? Thanks, robbery. Oh, I heard about that robbery last night. Seems to me you're wasting your time hunting for those cooks here in town, Sergeant. They'll probably mid-out for some faraway place. I believe they're in town. Right here in this hotel. Whatever gave you that idea, Sergeant? My dog went along in that corridor. What is it, King? Wait a minute, Sergeant. I told you those men you weren't on here. You had no right to... I failed into this room. I'll complain to headquarters the way you come in here. Stand back and be quiet and allow you're lucky to talk yourself into real trouble. Open in the name of the law! I reckon nobody's in. I'll see. Wait, what are you... Oh, room's vacant. Woo-hoo! I reckon they're out right now. And then in this room we've been here for two weeks straight through. Really? Oh, baggies here. And nothing in the closet. Hey, they must have taken the carpet bag with them. I didn't see them go out. They didn't pass today. Look here, Mellay, you've been lying to me. You know the men who were here are the Kirkstein Hunting. I ought to take you in for questioning. No, no, please, Sergeant. Well, I did sort of lie a little, but I just didn't want to have trouble in the hotel. They must have slipped out the back door. We'll find out. Come on, King. This way, boy. The back door. Woo-hoo! I understand, eh, King? All right, we'll pick up their tails from there. Sergeant Preston went quickly to the front of the hotel and mounted his horse. Then he followed King who was heading for the dock. Great Dog on Arringley went to the dock where the fishing boat had been moored. As Preston approached, a boat whistle sounded. He saw the big fishing boat heading away from the dock. Oh, baggies. Woo-hoo! Both too far around. I'm sure those coats are on it, boy. Woo-hoo! Never mind. We'll get them yet. Come on, King. Sergeant Preston mounted Blackie in the constable's office a short distance up the street. The constable joins Sergeant Preston and then the two mouties and the dogs set out along the river trail. Being time, in the cabin aboard the fishing boat, Jerry and Bross, the two crooks, were talking to the skipper and his wife, Flora. I will be putting in a fair land in the sea. That's where you'll get off and wait for the next river packet to the state. That's right. What's this all about, anyway? Are you boys accepting something that's against the law? That's none of your business, Flora. You know, well, if you think I'm going to let these two get into trouble, you're crazy. I don't like all this monkey business. Ah, stop yapping. You're talking me into letting you stale on this taller with me and you've been talking ever since. You don't even give me a chance to think anymore. Yes. Someday you'll sit in a jail cell with plenty of chance to think if you don't watch out who you take on this boat. Look, why aren't you going really big at the wheel a while? You might as well run the boat as you think you do. I've been taking the wheel a while. It is better than sitting here looking at these two large jumpers. Shut up and give your dogs a rest. They paid for coming aboard. We sure did. Two hundred and gold. And gold, huh? Right. I thought you'd probably store it someplace. Neither one of you would try to work a claim. Look, you'd better beat it before we get store, Flora. Go ahead and get store if you want to. When I have something to say, I'd say it regardless. I'll go release Jake at the wheel now. We've paid two hundred and gold. All right. As Flora stepped on deck, she walked slowly toward the wheelhouse. She casually scanned the shoreline. Then, hearing a dog barking, she focused her eyes on the shore trail. Right. Looks like a busy wolf running along the shore trail. I wonder if there are a couple of horsemen following that on the moat. I've been here a month. I see the red cool. There must be cool in somebody. I'll send back to tell you there are a couple of mommies riding the shore trail. What? The right opposite the boat on the starboard side. What are the mommies you're saying? You think they're wise and we're on this boat? I knew you two were up to something. Get up and get out of the way. I told you to button your list, Flora. There's none of your business. Flora's right, I can tell you that. Wait. There's a big dog. Well, those mommies must be shocking pressure. That means he knows we're aboard here. He can't stop a bear landing now, fellas. You've got to figure some way to get off this boat, too, before we get into trouble. Hey, don't be local. How are we going to get off? We're over the port side and swim to the opposite shore. You're crazy. You must be joking. Look, like Flora said, I'm not joking at all. And I'm not crazy or joking either. This gun says you both go over this side and swim for it. Do you understand? No, no, no. Hey, take it easy, Skipper. Put up a gun. Anyhow, I can't swim. I don't intend to. Oh, my leg! Oh, my god! Get his gun. That was quick-taken, Harry. Just my husband. Oh! Shut up, you! We're running as cold now. We'll all get inside. Help the Skipper and Flora, and then you stay there. Let's go. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Have you been wishing you could actually see Sergeant Preston in action, see him riding his big black horse wreck, capturing lawbreakers with the help of his courageous dog, Yukon King? And when winter comes, would you like to actually see the terrifying avalanches and snow slides in the coldest country in the north? Actually see a pack of huskies pulling a dog sled over endless snowdrifts. Well, listen to this. Sergeant Preston of Yukon goes on television next week. These exciting news stories of courage, bravery, romance, mystery will fascinate men, women, boys and girls. And will be brought to you on a coast-to-coast TV network starting next Thursday, September 29th, by all the Quaker serials. Quaker Puff, Wheat and Rice, Quaker Oats and Mother's Oats, Muffet Treaded Wheat, and Quaker Pack O'Ten. Now did you get that date? Write it down. It's next Thursday evening, September 29th, the premiere of Sergeant Preston of the Yukon on television. It's something new and different in television for the whole family. Check your newspaper for the time, and the station's nearest to you. Now to continue. The few mouties on the shore have seen the figures at the boat rails. They'd heard both the shot and Flora's cry for help. What do we do, Sergeant? Let's hurry ahead to that point of land. The boat should pass close to the point. I may be able to find some way to get aboard. Let's hurry. Come on, Flora, get up for it. The two crooks, Jerry and Brock, had forced Flora into the cabin. And the wounded skipper was put onto a bump. I told you not to trust those crooks, didn't I? Oh, just think that bandaging keeps quiet, Flora. Hey, wait a minute, Brock. You notice something? Right. The boat has changed course. Huh? It seems to be moving toward shore. Hey, that's right, Jerry. Those four of them have gotten to take over the wheel, then head for the opposite shore and put into the first place you've come to. We've got to shake off those mouties, not the way to do it. Keep going now. Oh, right away. A few minutes later, Brock appeared in the doorway of the small wheelhouse with a gun in his hand. All right, you. What's that? I'm taking over in here. So you two were causing the trouble aboard. Is that it? Stop stalling. Bring the boat back in the midstream. Then I'll take over. All right. You aren't going to do anything. The man at the wheel made a sudden lunge toward Brock. Hey, I'll... That's my shoulder. I'll fix you for that. Brock, having dropped his gun, fought curiously to hold off the fishermen so he could pick up the weapons. Meanwhile, Preston and the constable had pulled to a stop on the point at this moutie. Hold on. Hold on. I heard another shot there. Yes. Look at the boat now, heading right to this point. Two minutes fighting in the wheelhouse. A couple of minutes to board to run aground here. We'll get aboard when it does. Come on, we'll get as close as we can. Come along, King. Oh! Two mouties crouched behind some boulders near the water's edge. With guns ready, waited for the boat to run aground. They watched as the boat drew nearer and could plainly see the struggle going on in the wheelhouse. A moment later, the boat crashed against the bank. All right, let's get aboard. Come on, King. Oh! As the two mouties leaped from the shore to the bow of the boat, Gary appeared in the doorway of the cabin with his gun. Hey, look out, Sergeant. That man in the cabin doorway. All right, send him inside. Head to those men in the wheelhouse and cover them, Constable. King, I'll go to the cabin. Right. Let's go, King. Oh, oh, oh! Pressing himself close to the wall of the superstructure, Preston slowly made his way toward the cabin door, with King moving alongside him. Inside the cabin, Flora moved toward a sea jet, while Gary was busy at the doorway. The crook turned just as she opened it and covered it with his gun. Hey, what are you after? Get away from that jet. Oh, that's pretty good to wreck your boat. If I get my hands on a gun... Get back there beside the skipper and stay there. Go on. Quickly, Gary went to the sea jet and took out a gun. Just as he straightened up, Sergeant Preston appeared in the doorway. Preston dropped those gun, and he had secured him out of the... Hold it! Oh, my arm! I'll get his gun, Sergeant. Careful, don't walk between them. Come here, you... The Sergeant's warning came too late. Flora momentarily shielded the wounded crook from the mouties. Gary quickly picked up one of his guns and placed it against Flora's back. All right, mouties. If you don't want me to shoot the woman and move into the cabin and stand to the side now... Hurry! Sergeant, he'll kill me if you don't. All right, Flora. Stand right there. Now drop your gun, Mountie. Preston paused the moment. Then, seeing the great dog King slinking along the cabin wall in Gary's direction, he remarked, All right, you have the upper hand. There it is. Good. Now, Flora, you get over there beside the Mountie. Gary didn't notice the big husky as he moved closer. Suddenly, King sprang from one side with a deep growl, slapping Gary's arm. Take him away! All right, King. Don't worry. Watch him. I'll take his guns. All right. Just a minute. I'll show him his head. All right, get inside. There he is. All right. He's the two fighting in the wheelhouse. Now that big guy is one of my men. The other one's a crook. He's a crook cause all the trouble. He's not my husband because we objected to having him above. Yeah. He pays me to carry him on this trip, but I got to fit it. I see. We'll tie them and fix their wounds and we'll take these two back to Stalker and put them behind bars. I can hear the camera bag containing the stolen gold. Good. That's the evidence we need. We'll ask you to in the name of the crown for armed robbery. Yeah, it's gonna cost me plenty to fix my bolts. Maybe that'll teach you to be more careful who you take aboard after this. We can make a pair so it's to get us to bear landings. I would not be where alive. But it hadn't been for these Mounties and that dog. That darn mutt queen is everywhere. Good. Didn't do you a bit of good time to get away on this boat. I said we'd have trouble because you two crooks and I was rough. Now we got to wreck both. Oh, shut up before you make a nervous wreck out of me with that eternal yapper. The sergeant have been married to you. He might have looked the other way when Jerry threatened to shoot you. I wouldn't think of doing such a thing, Skipper. Hmm. Wonder just how he meant that. I can guess. And you better shut up before you get a straight end. Well, let's go, Constable. I'll be glad to get these crooks to jail and play those cases for us. Who will? Sergeant Preston will return in just a moment with a word about our next exciting adventure. The thrilling new radio adventures of Rin Tin Tin take place in the post Civil War era of the 1870s when the old West was truly wild, the most dangerous territory in America. Indian tribes made hostile by the white man's westward expansion and the invasion of their traditional hunting grounds hunting grounds, made life particularly uneasy in Fort Apache, a military post deep in Indian country. This, then, is the setting of Radio's Rintin-Tin series, where the famous dog hero is ten-year-old master Rusty and their appointed guardian, Lieutenant Riftmasters, find that frontier life is far from monotonous. You won't want to miss the stories of this wonder dog, famous for generations. Youngsters love Rintin-Tin, and the grown-ups will also enjoy the thrilling adventures of a boy and his dog. Be sure to listen every Sunday afternoon over most of Mutual's 573 stations across the country. Now here he is, Sergeant Preston. Sergeant Preston reporting for duty, Inspector. Sergeant, have you ever heard of Solitair Jackson? Why, yes, sir. He's an American who recently finished a prison term in the state. Understand he came to the UConn to get the man offended. Apparently, that's not the only reason he came here. A man answering his description is just Rob the Express Office. He shot the constable on guard. I want you to find Jackson, Sergeant. Bring him in. Right, sir. Let's go, King. Solitair Jackson has a dangerous reputation, but why should he rob the Express Office if his real motive is to get revenge on the man who framed him? Perhaps there's more to this case than the inspector realizes. More mystery, more criminals involved, and more danger for Sergeant Preston. Be sure to hear this next exciting adventure. These Sergeant Preston of the UConn adventures are brought to you every Monday through Friday at this time by the Quaker Roads Company. Makers of Quaker Pop Week and Quaker Pop Right. The delicious cereal shot from guns. By special recording in cooperation with the Mutual Broadcasting System. They are a copyrighted feature of Sergeant Preston of the UConn Incorporated, created by George W. Trenble, produced by Trenble Campbell Muir Incorporated, and directed by Fred Flower Day. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. This is J. Michael wishing you goodbye, good luck, and good health from Quaker Pop Week and Quaker Pop Right. So long. 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