 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild Northwest, Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice, the breakfast cereals shot from guns, present the challenge of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swiftest and strongest lead dog of the Northwest, blazing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the Northwest modern police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. Un-King, run! 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 Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice bringing you the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his Wonder Dog Yukon King as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. When it comes to breakfast, I'll skip it. Oh, so you're a breakfast skipper. Say, just listen to this. Nutrition authorities say breakfast should furnish from one quarter to one-third of the day's total food requirement. You mean folks should eat good breakfast? That's right. 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You get a whole scoopful for penny. I know. Look them over and make up your mind what you want. Is that your pal from? Yes, sir. He's reading a handle about Grizzly Grayson. I just put that handle up this morning. I reckon a lot of folks will read it. Is it really true that there's a $2,500 reward? That's what it says, Bobby. $2,500 to the man who captures Grizzly Grayson. Oh, golly, that's an awful lot of money. It sure is. But on the other hand, son, Grizzly Grayson is an awful lot of crook. Hello there, Sam. Oh, hi, Lennox. I was just reading that handle. It's a nice reward, huh? $2,500. Gosh, enough to pay up all my debts and take Mary and Bobby and me back to the States with enough left over to see us through till I get some kind of a job. You're not counting on that reward, buddy, are you? No, I'm not counting on it. But there's no law to keep a man from dreaming. What's this Grizzly Grayson look like? All I know about him is right on that handle outside the door. Heavy beard, shaggy hair, and eyebrows. Quick shooting with either hand. I read all that. They say Grizzly's mighty tricky, too. He's full of tricks. That's why he's been able to stay out of the hands of the horse so long. Sam, that's gunfire. There's something going on across the street outside the bank. Let me get this door open. That one! It's Grizzly Grayson. Can you hear that, Lennox? Someone said it's Grizzly Grayson. I see him. He's firing at anyone he sees. Grizzly Grayson, eh? Well, I'm going to get that truck. Lennox, hold on. Come back here. You're no matrix. Get you! Why are you taking this? Lennox! Lennox! Bobby, look out. Get back out of the way. His pocket's bulging with stolen cash. Grizzly Grayson kept two guns blazing as he raced across the hard-packed snow to the end of the short street where a strong horse waited. Come on, Bobby. Two men lay on the snow in the middle of the road between the bank and the general store. One of these was Lennox, the father of Bobby. Let me have a look, Bobby. Let me see how hard your dad's here. I'm sorry, Bob. I'm downright sorry. There's nothing I can do to help you, Pa. And by Juniper, I swear I'm going to do my level best to see that justice is done. Oh, won't! Won't, Daddy, ever! Isn't he? He is gone, Bob. It'll comfort your Ma to know he didn't suffer none. Bob, look who's coming. A dog team. It's more than a dog team. It's Sergeant Preston and his lead dog king. That money couldn't have come here at a better time. Sergeant Preston. I heard the shooting. It was Grizzly Grayson. Lennox here and that other man, you see, got in his way when he came out of the bank after staging another robbery. He was that way. The ones who started out to chase him are coming back. How did he get away? He had a horse waiting at the end of the road. A horse? That's right, ma'am. Howdy, Sergeant Preston. You should have been here five minutes earlier. Grizzly Grayson stuck up the bank. So I hear. I think I'll be done for this man. I'll have a look at the other one. We went after Grizzly until we saw he had a horse. When he hit the saddle, it was no use trying to chase him on foot. How about Lennox over there? He's gone. And this man, he's beyond help too. Boys, there are a few horses here in town. Let's get him and go after that killer. How about you, Sergeant Preston? You want to borrow a horse. It's no too deep for horses, Sam. Boy, we do anything else. Let's do something about Bob Lennox. Oh, boy, young one. Come with me, kid. Bob, you and I have a man-sized job to do. Yes, sir. Your mother must be informed of this robbery and the shooting. You better go with me, son, while I tell her. I'll need your help. Despite the fact that everyone in town admired and respected Sergeant Preston, most of the men thought he was making a mistake when he turned down the offer of a horse and set out on Grizzly Grayson's trail with King and the dog sled. Half a dozen men had started out on horses. They were far ahead of the mountains. Come on. Deep snow had drawn heavily on the strength of the horses. Why didn't Sam Jackson come with us? His horse is stronger than all these. Oh, he wanted to talk to Mr. Pollux in the corner. He's never loved us before he started out. Hey, Constable, look dead ahead. You see that clump of evergreen? Yeah. There's something behind it. Yeah, I just saw it move. I think it's Grayson's horse. See, I told you his horse had tied just as quick as ours. Have your guns ready, boys. I'm ready. Be prepared to shoot on sight. And remember, there's a big reward that's waiting for the man who gets that murder in Grizzly Grayson. Now spread out and close in from all sides. Come on, now. Get up there. Now spread out on the opposite side of a clump of evergreen where an exhausted horse stood silently. But there was no sign of Grayson. Well, where is he? There's no place you can hide near here. Hey, look at that. Don't spoil the footprints in the snow. Boys, he's put it over on us. Same as he's put it over on the lawn in other parts of the Yukon. He planned this job ahead and planned it well. Look at those tracks in the snow. Tracks of a sled and dogs. Yeah, dogs. He had a dog team and a sleddy awaiting. We've got no chance of overtaking him with these horses. Well, we'll have to go back to town and get dogs and sleds. We should listen to Sergeant Preston in the first place. We'll probably meet him when we're on the way to town. All right, let's get started. Grayson drove his dogs at a killing pace. Sometimes he rode the runners and sometimes he ran behind the sled. He headed deeper and deeper into the mountains looking for a hiding place. Then he saw a large man bearded like himself who panned one of the many mountain streams. An idea took form in the killer's evil brain. Dogs look like they had a hard pull. Yeah, sure they have. They've gone just about as far as they're going. My name is Baskerman. I've got a shack not far from here if you'd like to rest up. I got other plans. They call for switching hat and parka with you. Hey, put down that gun. All right. Yeah, put it down right on your head. And that'll hold you till I switch clothes. The constable and his men didn't follow their back trail. They returned to town by a more direct route. Therefore missed Sergeant Preston and his dogs. King followed Grayson's trail to the clump of evergreens. There, the mountain read and understood the footprints and snow. We're enough, King. Grayson had a sled and dogs waiting for him. Here's where the dogs were tied. Constable's party must have taken the killer's horse back to town. Looks like it's up to us to run down, grizzly Grayson. Back to work, King. Get the dogs in line. Untake one! Presently, the mount he reached the place where Hank Baskerman had been knocked out. The prospector had regained consciousness, but his head still ached from the blow. He's a little dull. When I come to, I was wearing this hat in parka, and that crook took mine in their place. So that's why King was interested in the parka. Recognized the scent he'd been following. Grizzly Grayson had a heavy beard, too, just like yours. Hey, uh, see, if you suspect that I'm the murderer... Not at all. Look at King. He knows the scent of the boots he's been following continues beyond here. He's trying to tell me. Sounds like your dog's impatient. Look it on our way. Come on, boy. Sam Jackson, owner of the strongest horse in town, had started out long after Sergeant Preston in the hope of finding the man who would kill his friend. He had traveled at an easy gait, saving his horse as much as possible. He had followed the double trail made by Grayson and Sergeant Preston, and he, too, came upon Hank Baskerman. Sam saw the beard and the clothes of the killer and whipped out his gun. Get him up. Get him up, you murderin' full cat. Hey, now, hold on a few seconds. I gotcha at last, your $2,500 prize crook. No, no, no. My name is Hank Baskerman. Your name is Grizzly Grayson. Now listen to me, you jughead. I was slugged by that crook and my clothes stolen. He left that dog team here and went ahead on foot. No likely story. It's the truth, Dad, ready? The body Sergeant was here, and he believed me. Sergeant Preston? I guess so. He went on a huntin' for the killer. I reckon you're tellin' the truth all right enough. Yeah, I am. You can feel the lump on my head. That'll back my story. Maybe you're not Grizzly Grayson. But by Juniper, you'll do. What do you mean? That beard and clothes. You'd fool anyone. You're worth $2,500. Come on, you travelin' back to Horsehead with me. No one in town got a close look at Grayson's face. You'll get biased, Grayson, especially if you admit that you're here. Admit it. You think I'm localized? Stay there. I'm still holdin' a gun on you. But... I'll take you in. You'll admit that you're Grizzly Grayson and let him throw you into jail. And hang? If I'm not lynched, I'll hang by law. You won't hang, I'll see to that. I'll collect the reward as soon as I turn you in. But I don't want to get out. I'm not asking what you want. That reward goes for Grayson dead or alive. And that's how I'll take the in by thunder. Dead or alive. We'll continue our story in just a moment. Man, oh man, here's a breakfast treat. It's got them all beat. It's Quaker Puff Rice or Quaker Puff Wheat. These famous ready-to-serve breakfast cereals are shot from guns. Yes, Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice are choice premium wheat or rice grains shot from guns. They're giant size, king size, colossal. They're actually exploded up, up, up to eight times normal size. That makes them bigger and better tasting. Yes, that's what makes wheat or rice shot from guns so crisp and tender. Talk about swell tasting. 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He was considerably let down when he learned the man was a harmless prospector who had been compelled to change clothes with a fugitive. But Sam was not warned to give up easily. He decided that the townsman and the constable might be fooled as he had been. So he planned to take the prospector into town in the hope of collecting a $2,500 reward. Meanwhile, the real outlaw had kept going deeper and deeper into the mountains after switching clothes with Baskin. Sergeant Preston followed relentlessly with his great dog King picking out the trail. On King, on you hookies! The Māori reached Leblanc Plateau, a wide expanse of mesa that was as flat as the top of a table. Then, far ahead, he saw the killer. There he is, King. That's the man we want. Go on, King, get him. He can't get away. Put toe ends in the shoe drop. Go on, boy! Grayson ran awkwardly. He ran half-turn toward Preston and the dogs. He fired wildly without taking aim. Grayson! Look out, you nearing the edge! Look ahead! The killer wasn't looking ahead. He was watching the Māori and the charging dog who was much nearer. Watch it, Grayson! There's a drop! Grayson went out in the grip of panic. He didn't hear the sergeant. He didn't look ahead and he didn't see the sudden drop. Suddenly, the big Plateau came to an abrupt end. Look out! Grayson went out into space. When Preston reached the edge of the Plateau, he saw the lifeless form of the killer on the rocks a hundred yards below. Well, King, he beat the law. It's a long roundabout trip to the floor of that canyon, but we'll have to make it, boy. We'll have to bring the body out and see if we can find the stolen cash. Get the dogs in line, King. We'll get started. It was a hard trip to the rocks where Grayson had died, an even harder trip back to town. It was evening when the Mountie and his tired dogs met the constable at the edge of Horsehead. The dogs halted and flopped to the snow at a rest. Well, Sergeant, glad to see you got back here. Too bad you had a wild goose chase. Wild goose chase? Yep. Old Sam Jackson put it over on all of us. Went out single-handed and brought back the killer. The killer? Sure. Grayson. Grisly Grayson. Brought him back alive. Oh, you got ahead of the Sam. You mean to say Sam Jackson brought in Grayson? That's right. He's in the jailhouse and he says meek is a lamb. How did Jackson get him? Well, me and a posse went out on horses, but had to come back for dogs. Sam started later and didn't travel fast enough to wear out his horse. Just kept going till he found Grayson in camp. Got the drop on him and brought him in. Hmm. What's the matter, Sergeant? Did the prisoner admit that he was Grayson? Oh, sure. How could he deny it? A dozen men identified him. By his clothing? Clothing and his beard. All in money. Well, that hasn't been found. I guess Grayson will keep the hide-and-place a secret and the hope he can make a deal with the law. Return the cash for leniency. Has Jackson applied for the reward? Sure he has. He's got a right to it. He has not? What? Grayson's not in jail. He was killed trying to escape. His body and the cash he stole from the banker on my sled. Under that road down. All right, then who's the... Oh, guys, Sergeant Preston. I just don't know what to make of it. The prisoner admitted he was Grisly Grayson. Jackson's trying to get away with something. We'll find out what it is. Have you got any idea who's in jail taking Grayson's name? Yes, if he's wearing Grayson's clothing, he's probably an old prospector from the Hills. A man named Baskin. Hey. Take care of my dogs and sled and Grayson's body. Will you, Constable? Yeah. But what are you going to do? I'm going to see the prisoner. Oh, Jim Herkimer's on guard. You know him. Yes. He'll unlock the door for you. All right. I'll see you later. Come on, King. Here you are, Sergeant Preston. Be careful. Grayson's dangerous. So have heard. Come on, King. Call if you want anything. Well, Baskin? I... I'm Grayson. Grayson, eh? You've changed your name since we met in the Hills. Fooled you, didn't I? You believed me when I said I'd change clothes with a man you was trailing. Fooled your dog, too. You didn't fool anyone. What's the idea, Baskin? Did Sam Jackson promise you a share of the reward he hopes to collect? I told you my name was Grayson. Baskin, you can't get away with this. We'll see. We'll see. For the last time, will you tell me the truth? I said I was Grayson. I'm sticking to it. Very well. I've given you a chance to come clean. Put on that parking. Park it. Why? It's a cold night, and it's a long way to Whitehorse. Whitehorse? I'm not going to Whitehorse. Oh, yes, you are. But he... I... I want it here in Horsehead. Grayson's already been tried and convicted of murder in Whitehorse. The hangman's waiting. Now get into that parka. Hold on, mister. This ain't right. Don't tell me the law. But I... I didn't... The parka. Goodbye. No, no, I... I'm putting it on. Don't... don't set that dog on me. But listen, Sergeant... Open this door. Tell the constable I'm taking the prisoner to the hangman in Whitehorse. No, I... I don't want to hang him. This way, Grayson. Just go straight ahead. I didn't figure on things turning out like this. Now listen, Sergeant, I like to... Yes, you said your name was Baskin. You certainly fooled me when we met in the hills. Fool king, too. No, no, I... I don't mean that. Just now I lied. I'm not Grayson. I am Baskin. I said it was Grayson because Sam Jackson promised me a share of the reward. Why would you want a share of the reward? What good would it do you if you're going to hang? Sam said I wouldn't hang. He promised to get me out of jail, and he swore it set me free. Oh, wait a minute, Herkham. So Jackson was going to set you free. When? Tonight. He said he'd come masked and overpower the guards. Jackson said that. No one would ever know I wasn't Grisly Grayson, so Sam figured he could collect the reward for bringing me in, even if I did get loose. I see. I didn't have no choice. Jackson said I could come willingly and have a share of the reward, or he'd shoot me and bring me in dead. Where can I find Sam Jackson? Well, he said he was going to call him Mrs. Lennox. Was her husband who was shot this morning by Grisly? Oh, yes, Bobby's mother. I know where she lives. I'll see Jackson there. I'd like to call on Jackson with you, Sergeant Preston. No, Herkhamer. You take Bascom to the edge of town and see who starts back to his camp. You're letting me go. Get back to your camp and stay there and hurry before I change my mind. Yes, sir. I won't give you no more trouble. Go with him, Herkhamer, and be sure he leaves town. Herkhamer left the jail with Bascom, and a minute later, Sergeant Preston and the Great Dog King made their way through the darkness to the house that had been saddened by the murder of Bob Lennox. Through the window, the Mountie saw Sam Jackson talking to the widow. I'd like to know what he's telling Herkhamer. The two were at the far end of the small house. The window at the rear? If we go around with that, we may be able to hear him. I don't like to use John King, but this is a mighty unusual situation. With his dog, the Sergeant moved to a rear window. Inside, Sam Jackson was talking to Mrs. Lennox. You might just as well take that cash, Mrs. Lennox. You sure got a right to it. Mr. Jackson, $2,000. The reward for Grizzly Grayson is $2,500. And by rights, it should go to your husband. He was after that reward when he went gunning for Grayson this morning. What's more, he'd have got the honorary killer if he hadn't had the bad luck to stop a bullet. Now, you take that cash and I'll see that Bob's debts are paid up out of the other $500. But you haven't collected the reward. This is really your own money. I'll collect when the reward is paid. But you can't wait. Bob wanted you and his son to be back in the States. If you leave here first thing in the morning, you can just about catch the last boat. You wait around till the reward is paid and you'll have to wait till the spring thaw. Well, he'd want you to take that cash and get out of the Yukon. So you just get your things together and figure out starting out tomorrow morning. What? You, Baxter. What is it? Come on, boys, here he is. What does this mean? We've come to see this crook. Now, you'll see him. We know all about your scheme. The banker will fix you. You bet I will. Bank of Morton. Herkimer told me everything. Jackson, you tried to pass off a man named Baskham as Grizzly Grayson, the crook who robbed my bank. Now, please, listen, Mr. Morton, you hope to collect the reward for that crook's cash. I'm surprised you didn't try to collect my personal reward as well. But then you couldn't collect that without recovering the bank's money that was stolen this morning. You mean he didn't really catch your Grizzly Grayson? No, he didn't. We ought to throw Jackson in jail. I'll fix him. I'll break you, Jackson. I'll use all my influence to put you out of business. Well, I didn't mean no harm. I wasn't going through with any claims for that reward. I just wanted to help Mrs. Lennox. I knew she wouldn't do that. Mrs. Lennox, I knew she wouldn't take no cash from me, but I figured she'd take it if she thought it was rewarding. I like this story. I'm telling the truth. I don't believe you. I do. It's Sergeant Preston. Sergeant, where'd you come from? I was outside the back window. I heard most of what went on. I'm satisfied that Jackson simply wanted to help Mrs. Lennox. I don't think he had any selfish aims. He's already given his own money to Mrs. Lennox. At best, he could only break even if he collected the reward for the capture of Grizzly Grayson. How about the thousand dollars I offered for the return the money stolen from my bank? Do you have it with you, Mr. Morton? Yes, I got it ready when I heard about the capture. Would you pay it before your stolen money was returned? Well, no. Then how could Jackson claim it fraudulently? There's no way Jackson could benefit by putting Baskham in jail in Grayson's place. He did it only to help the wife and son of his best friend. Here, Sam. I can't take this money now that I know it's your own cash and that you'll not get it back. Dad read it. You won't be able to go back to the States like Bob wanted. That trick of yours gave Grayson plenty of time to make goodies escape. We'd call off a manhunt when you came in with the imposter. You're wrong, Herkimer. Grayson didn't escape. He's dead. He was killed when he fell into a canyon. I brought him back. And Mr. Morton, I've also brought back your money. You have? All of it? I'm sure you'll find it intact. Well, then you, Preston, you're entitled to the reward. No. King's the one who ran the upload on. Your dog? Yes. Well, in that case, I suppose the dog will claim the reward. The government reward for the capture of Grayson will not be claimed. As for your personal offer of a thousand dollars for the return of the money stolen from your bank... I'll pay it. I'll be glad to pay it. King has no use for money. I suggest you give it to Mrs. Lennox. That's the chicken. That'll take her and Bobby back to the States. How about it, Morton? Well, I'll be happy to. I'll bring you a cash within the next half hour. Very well. Here, Mrs. Lennox, I guess I can take the sergeant's word that the cash will be in my hands soon. Here, take this money now. Oh, Mr. Morton. Sergeant Preston and Sam Jackson. I'm so grateful to all of you. And you, King, you are the one who really made it possible for Bobby and me to go back home. You... you're a grand dog. King's embarrassed. Come on, King, we'll get the bankers' cash and then we'll call this case closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Monday's adventure. Here's a tip. Hurry to your grocer. Get new model farm packages of Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice. They're ready to serve breakfast cereals shot from guns. Yes, your grocer now has them. You get 46 colorful models of farm buildings, farm equipment, and farm animals. These models come on eight different packages of delicious wheat or rice shot from guns. What's more, these exciting models are yours at no extra cost. Don't miss out. Start building yourself a model farm proto. And remember, these keen new models come only with swell-tasting, crisp, tender, Quakerpuffed wheat and Quakerpuffed rice. They're waiting for you now on your grocer's shelf, so hurry! These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trendle 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 Quakerpuffed wheat and Quakerpuffed rice. The breakfast cereals shot from guns. Listen one day, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of Rogue's progress. Blackie was a dog. He was been so badly mistreated that he feared and hated all men. He was known as a killer. But I couldn't believe that he was really vicious at heart. That's why I agreed to train him. To try and train him, I should say. It was dangerous work every second of it. And I was more than thankful I had King to help me. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure one day. For a delicious hot breakfast, eat Quakeroats. The giant of the cereals is Quakeroats. 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