 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, Quaker puffed wheat, and Quaker puffed rice. A breakfast cereal shot from guns. Present Sergeant Preston of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swift as the strongest lead dog of the northwest. Blazing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest mounted police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On King! On you huskies! 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 puffed wheat and Quaker puffed rice, bringing you the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog, Yukon King, as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. No one that can make a better cereal than Quaker puffed rice. It's nice. And when you hear that shootin', you're durin' tootin' that Quaker makes the ones shot from guns. And say, if you hate to get up in the morning, just think about this appetite alarm clock waiting for you on the breakfast table. A bowl of crisp, fresh Quaker puffed rice or Quaker puffed wheat, topped with lots of milk or thick rich yellow cream and sliced bananas or chilled fruit. Yes, you'll be out of bed like a shot for the ones shot from guns. For a swell waker upper, start tomorrow morning to enjoy the delicious toasty nut-like flavor and tender Christmas of Quaker puffed rice or Quaker puffed wheat. It was late afternoon when Johnny Elk left the office of Constable Bill Cherry in Lime City and headed for the general store. As the old man walked to the counter, the two prospectors who were pocketing their purchases eyed him curiously. Hey, Jeb, is my order ready yet? I'm set to go back to my place. Be ready in a few minutes, Johnny. I'm packing it now. There's the man we've heard so much about. Johnny Elk. I saw him once a couple of years ago and he hasn't changed a bit. He's the old timer who's supposed to have so much gold he doesn't know what to do with it. That's right. From what I hear, he spends it all on the engines. Where'd he strike it ready? He was pinning Wildcat River before the gold rush started. Let's go over to where he's standing and see if he pays for what he bought in gold. There it is packed and ready, Johnny. Trinkets and calico and canned goods. The Indians will have a celebration when they get there. Yes, that's what I figured. There's my poke, Jeb. Way out, what are you? Well, I put this stuff in my sled. Wait a minute, I'll give you a hand. I can make a door right. If one of you young fiddlers will open the door for me. Sure, sure thing. The prospector named Dave stood near the scales, watching greedily while the storekeeper weighed some dust from Johnny's heavy poke. His partner, Claib Adam, hurried to open the door for Johnny out. Here, I'll carry the load to your sled. It's heavy in my thought. That's it. The sled's right over here, Mr. Well, here we are. I'll store the pack on the sled here. All set now. Well, much obliged, young fella. Glad to do it. I've never seen you or your partner around here before. I am Claib Adam. My partner's name, Dave, were strangers to Limes. Well, I'm glad to know you, Claib. I'm Johnny Elke. Where you two heading? Wildcat River. Whereabouts on the river? Oh, no place in particular. Traveling north generally. Well, I live on the river bank. I'm the one that travels with me. Well, that suits me, Johnny. I'll go call my partner. It was four o'clock in the afternoon when Johnny Elke, Claib Adam, and Dave left Limes. Bless you, madam, you. Bless you. Soon, the three men reached Wildcat River and turned to follow it downstream. That river's plenty noisy. Well, that's cause of what it travels fast. It looks high to me. Yes, it is. It's time to hear the snow is melting in the mountains. Come on, boys. As darkness gathered, the men entered a canyon through which the river flowed. How long will it take us to reach your place, Johnny? About another hour. I hope you know where you're going. I'm afraid of getting lost. I don't like traveling after dark. Where does the canyon end? There in the place called the Nose. You know where that is? We're strangers here. Where's the Indian village? Oh, about a mile past my place. You fellows are welcome to a meal with me unless you have other plans. Hey, that sounds good to me, Johnny. What about you, Dave? Yes, sir. An hour later, Dave and Claib reached Johnny Elke's cabin. The front of the sturdy building was on a sloping bank about 150 feet from the river's edge. Behind the cabin, walls of sheer rock rose in the darkness. Johnny had prepared a hearty meal for himself and his guests. His eyes twinkled as Clai and Dave had second, then third, helpings of food. As Johnny refilled their tin cups with steaming coffee, he asked. Your father's had enough to eat? Gosh, yes, Johnny. That's the first good meal I've had in a week. You've been getting by on slim rations, eh? Mighty slim. We've had a run of bad luck lately. You have a comfortable cabin here, Johnny. Well, I like it. It's sort of crowded, but you boys are welcome to spend the night if you want to. Oh, no, no. We don't want to bother you. What's that shack we passed about a half-mile back? That's a week, have it. We could spend the night there, couldn't we? Well, sure. No one's there. You, eh, you're going to stay around here long? Eh, we might. We figured we'd try a pan and wildcat river for a while. Well, you'll be wasting your time. Before the rush, your father could do well panning the river, but now, so many miners and prospectors have penned the mountain streams. The rivers worked out. I gave a panning two, three years ago. You paid the storekeeper in gold? Oh, I always do. Where'd you get the gold if you're through panning? Well, I got it before the gold rushes hit the Yukon. I have more than enough to take care of me for the rest of my life. Why don't you go back to the States, Johnny? I'm satisfied to stay here. With a village of Indians for your nearest neighbors? The Indians are my friends. They helped me when I had nothing. Now I'm able to help them. I like it that way. Clay, maybe we ought to head east to look for gold. Well, the country north of here is better for prospecting and there's mighty good hunting about ten miles beyond the narrow. Hey, that sounds good to me, Dave. Yeah, we'll try to get a canoe from the engines in the morning. Oh, no, wait a minute. You boys planning to go through the narrows alone? Sure, why not? You'll feel different when you see that water in the morning. Just past the Indian village, the canyon narrows. The river fills it completely. I can handle a canoe. Yeah, so can a lot of other men. But they wouldn't try to steer a canoe around the jagged rocks at the narrows. Yeah, we'll watch for the rocks, Johnny. That underwater. You wouldn't see the rocks that had tear the bottom from the canoe. And the rocks aren't the worst of it. There's the rapids. Rapids? Yep. Only one man around here can handle a canoe in the white water and he's an engine. What's the white water? Well, that's what the engines call the rapids. Say, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll go over to the village in the morning and ask Loon Nock to guide you through. He'll here be glad to do it when I tell him you're friends of mine. A short time later, Clay and Dade left to retrace their steps to a wake-up and half a mile from Johnny's place where they planned to spend the night. Meanwhile, Sergeant Preston and the great dog Yukon King reach Lime City. They went directly to the Constable's home where they were warmly welcomed by Bill Cherry. Good to see you again, Bill. Well, I'm glad you're here, Sergeant Preston. But I'm not the only one who's been waiting to see you. Oh? Johnny Elk was here looking for you today. He has a serious heart condition and wants to make out of will. Is that why he wants to see me? Yes. He figures I might be transferred to another part of the Yukon, but he knows that you patrol this area regularly, so he wants to tell you what to do with his gold after his death. He said he was going to depend on you to carry out his wishes. I suppose he'll want to leave the gold to relatives. He has no relatives. He wants to leave what he has to the Indians. Chief Vitao was trying? That's right. He has no relatives, Indians. But hunting and fishing are bad. He supplies them with food and clothing. He buys them medicine, trinkets and jewelry. And he wants to be sure they'll get what they need after he's gone. I see. That's his only worry. He's been here three times in the last two weeks asking about you and King. Well, go to Johnny's place in the morning. Oh, he'll be mighty glad to see you, Sergeant Preston. Sergeant Preston checked Constable Cherry's reports. Then he and King went to the spare bedroom in the Constable's home and turned in for the night. Soon, he and his dog were both asleep. In the wake happened, beside Wildcat River, where they were spending the night, neither Clay Bannum nor his partner, Dade, thought of sleep. A coal oil lamp burned brightly as the two men sat at the table in the drafty shack. Dade was saying... Johnny, I must have plenty of gold, Clay. You heard him say he had only needed. If we travel north into the hills, we might find gold ourselves, Dade. Why should we spend months and maybe years looking for it when it's right under our noses? There's no bank in Lyme City, Clay. Johnny must keep his gold in his cabin. All we have to do is go there and take it. We'd never get away with it. Why not? What about Johnny? I'll tell you what about Johnny. He'll make him show us where he keeps his gold. Lonok, the Indian of whom Johnny Elk had spoken, had been in town transacting some business for his father, the chief. He was returning to his village when he noticed a light burning in the wake cabin. His curiosity prompted him to investigate. He was about to knock on the door when he heard voices coming through the loosely chinked logs. He realized the two men inside the shack were talking about his friend, Johnny Elk. Johnny Elk would never show us where he keeps the gold. He'll talk to save his life. Even if we got the gold, Johnny would have the law on us in no time, Dade. Tye and Gag even so he can't go for help. The time he's found, we'll be on our way out of the country with his gold. Well, I don't know. Lonok moved to the window to look at the two men who planned to rob his friend. As he peered through the narrow opening, Clay saw him. Hey, Dade, the window. What? An Indian. He must have heard his talk of Rob and Johnny. Don't get him. Dade, he's running away. He's at the riverbank. You all stopping? You hit him. He fell into the river. Maybe he was smart enough to jump in. Come on, we'll roll up for him. Dade's bullets had hit their mark. When he hit the water, he had reached out with his good arm and fought desperately to reach the opposite bank of the river. Lonok heard the two men approaching. He took a deep breath and ducked under water. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Old timer, you look pretty busy there panning for gold. Very soon. When you're prospecting for gold up here in the Yukon, you even forget about eating. But not when you have a heaping bowl full of Quaker-popped wheat or Quaker-popped rice waiting for you. What kind of vegetables? Why haven't you heard? They're the swellest tasting breakfast cereals in the Yukon. They're the famous cereal shot from guns. Shot from guns? Yep. Quaker-popped rice and Quaker-popped wheat are actually shot from guns to make them deliciously crisp and tender. They're exploded up, up, up, to eight times normal size. That makes them bigger and better tasting. Well, it's a new one on me. Yes, sorry. They're magnified, crispified. Shot through and through with bang-up nut-like flavor too. I guess I'll do a little prospecting on that Quaker-popped rice and Quaker-popped wheat. Believe me, your appetite sure strikes it rich when you pour out a heaping bowl full of those tenderly crisp, melt-in-your-mouth king-size kernels of wheat or rice shot from guns. I don't have to cook them with nothing? No cooking. Just add milk or cream and top with your favorite fruit. Mighty handy for a busy goal prospecting. For any busy person and mighty nourishing too, Quaker-popped wheat and Quaker-popped rice furnish added food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and iron. I'm going to get me some right away. And that's a tip for you fellas and girls too. Be sure to get crisp, fresh, delicious Quaker-popped rice and Quaker-popped wheat for a breakfast treat that can't be beat. Now to continue. After an unsuccessful search for the body of the Indian, Dade and Clay went to Johnny Elk's cabin. The place was dark. He's likely asleep. I'll wake him. I think I hear him moving about inside. Yeah, so do I. There's the light. We want to talk to you, Johnny. Oh, it's you fellas. Yeah. We'll come in if you don't mind. Well, I'll come your back here. We come to talk about gold. Couldn't that wait a morning? No, we want to get it now. Hey, what's your idea of the gun? This is a robbery, Johnny, a stick up. What? Johnny, you'll save yourself a lot of trouble if you tell us where you keep your gold. We'll help ourselves before we get out of here without hurt. And if you don't tell us... I offered you a meal and told you where to find a place to sleep. I tipped you off to good prospecting country and even planned to fix it so as you get there. Now you want to steal my gold. Where is it? I'd be local to tell you much more. Grab him tight before he gets his gun. I got him. He's faded. Hey, what's the matter with him? I don't know. I don't feel any pulse. Right. I don't know what killed him. Maybe his heart gave up. Now he'll never tell us where to find the gold. He'll have to search this place to find it. The two partners began a methodical search of Johnny Elk's cabinet. As he turned out the contents of the desk, Clay found a letter. Hey, look at this, Tate. It's a letter to Sergeant Preston. Saying Johnny wants the Mounted to see that the engine's got his gold after his death. It's witnessed by the constable in Lyme City. Does the letter say where to find the gold? After examining every piece of furniture, the two men went over the floor carefully, looking for a loose board that might offer a place of concealment. They worked slowly, determined to cover every inch of the cabinet in an effort to find Johnny's gold. After several hours of fruitless searching, they were discouraged and cold. The fire had burned a small ring ember. Let's get out of here, Tate. I'm tired and cold. I threw a couple of logs in the fireplace. We're not leaving until we get the gold. Maybe Johnny didn't keep it in the cabinet. There's no place outside to hide anything. It must be in here. It looks everywhere. Tate, I tell you, it's not here. I say it has to be. Come here, Clay. What is it? Look at this rock. See? It moves. It's loose. It comes out of the fireplace. We'll see what's behind it. There's a big hole. Reach inside, Tate. There's like there's a lot of small leather sacks in there. Bring one out. That's what I'm doing. Here, open this one. I'll get another. The trembling fingers Clay Bannham loosened the leather thong that fastened the top of the sack. Then he spilled some of the contents into the palm of his hand. The gold dust. This is it, Tate. We found it. You'll get all of it out of here and then clear out. We're rich, Tate. We're rich. When the two thieves left Johnny Elk's cabin carrying the stolen gold, they rushed with excitement. They walked back to the wake cabin half a mile from Johnny's place, sobered them. Clay's spirit suddenly sagged and he realized how tired he was. I'm tired enough to sleep standing up. So am I. I'll get our gear together and pack some provisions. Then we'll head for Lime City. What? Without any sleep? You want to stay around here till somebody finds Johnny's body? Nobody will find it till after daybreak. Maybe they'll not even find it then. I've discovered. If we start now, we'll have a good lead. How far could we travel without rest? Neither one of us have had any sleep for 24 hours. I don't know about you, but I couldn't walk another half mile. All right. We'll turn in for a couple of hours. Good. I'm hitting this bunk right now. Well, get up at daybreak and start for town. All right. All right. We'll get up at daybreak. Daybreak found Sergeant Preston and King already on the trail. They were traveling north. There were only an hour from the wake cabin and the sky startled him to complete wait for us. Daylight. Dade hurried across the room and shook his sleeping partner. Wake up. Wake up. Get up. It's daylight. We should have been on the trail a couple of hours ago. All right. All right. Take it easy. I'm getting up. Make it fast. We know time to waste. Quickly the two men packed their gear and the stolen gold. Then they left the shack. Half an hour later, Dade stopped abruptly. There's somebody coming. The man and the dog. I didn't figure we'd meet anyone in this canyon. The man's park is open. It's like he's wearing a red shirt. It's not a shirt, Dade. There's a coat under that parking. A red coat. Dade, it's a Mountie. There's only two places he could be going. Johnny's cabin or the Indian building. In either case, you'll find out about the robbery. He'll be on our trail in no time. What do we do? Turn around. We'll head for the narrow. According to Johnny Elk, only one man can steer a canoe through the white water. When we're through, the Mountie will be on this side of the rapids and we'll be on the other. He'll lose a lot of time by traveling overland to circle the rapids to come after us. As the two men approached the village of the cave-dwelling Indians, they could see Wildcat River filling the narrowing canyon ahead. The current seemed to race over the partially submerged rocks at the narrows. In spite of himself, Clay shuddered when he saw the reefs gaping like jagged teeth in the midst of the turbulent and foaming water, that flooded the canyon from wall to wall. Look at that river, Dave. When you see it, you can understand why the Indians call it the white water. I'd hate to try steering a canoe through it. Looks like something's going on in the village. Indians are mighty busy. We better call one of them. Hey, you! You understand English? Yes, I do. We want to go through the white water. No, you not go through white water. Why not? One Indian able to go through white water. Him hurt. What's wrong with him? Him come village this morning wounded armed, side of head grazed by bullets. Dave, that must be the Indian we saw. Yeah. Is he dead? Him unconscious, plenty weak. You come back village for five weeks. Maybe then him take you through white water. No, we can't wait that long. You want to go through now? You not go through now. Somebody has to take us through. No, lots of it. That's right. Just find someone to take us through the reefs and over the rapids. No one but Lonak go through white water. Look, Anton, Johnny Elk promised that someone would take us through. Johnny, not no, Lonak hurt. Brother Chief, come on, tell Johnny. Johnny, come here. Him tell you, you not get through white water now. Dave, we got to get out of here. Look, Imani's coming on the run. He has another engine with him. The engine's at marvels. We never leave here alive. Leave your gun alone. You have a better idea. Yeah, we'll try to bluff our way out of this. If Imani hasn't found Johnny, we'll be all right. The wounded engine's unconscious. As long as he stays that way, we have nothing to worry about. Sergeant Preston, it's a good thing you come here. Lonak shot. I know, Mona Lark. I met a wigger who told me. Has Lonak explained what happened? No, Chief with Lonak now. Maybe Lonak be conscious soon. Will we go bring Johnny out to village? Johnny Elk is dead, Mona Lark. I found him in his cabin. Johnny, Dave? Yes. You two are strangers here, aren't you? Yeah, yeah. I'm Clay Bannum and this is my partner, Dave. We wanted to go through the white water, but this engine says there's no one to take us. Changed your plans rather suddenly, didn't you? You were heading for Lime City when I saw you. I'll take your guns. Why? We haven't done anything. I'll return your weapons as soon as you've been searched. Search? Why should we be searched? Johnny Elk's cabin was ransacked by the thieves who stole his gold. Since you're the only white men in the canyon, I'll have to search you. Now, hold on. We have gold, but it's ours. Mona Lark, search the packs. Please, search them. Hey, now, wait a minute. You can't prove that gold isn't ours. Me make folks for Johnny from Kerbal's skins. Me mark folks. Mark? That's right. Look, Sergeant Preston, you're Polk. Is that Johnny's Polk? Here, picture of Elk. Me put on skin for Johnny. That's all the evidence we'll need. You two are under arrest in the name of the crown. Sage, you're bundling Jughead. You told me we could get away with it. We would have if we'd been able to get through the rapid. That's your fault we didn't. You hadn't shot that engine outside the cabin last night. He'd be able to handle a canoe. I hadn't shot him, he'd have warned Johnny. You should learn that. If you've got some tools, you're willing to go along with me. Are you trying to blame me for everything? You're just as guilty as I am. You should learn not to kill you. Silly Monalock, these two will be punished for what they've done. We know them paid. Attend their trial in Dawson. We do that. I'll put the handcuffs on these two and then we'll go back to Lyme City. From there, we'll go to Dawson. Indians be plenty sad. Johnny a good friend. Now him dead. We'll all miss Johnny Monalock. I came to the canyon to help him make out a will. Will? That's right. He wanted to provide for your tribe after his death. When I stopped at his cabin this morning, I found a letter addressed to me, saying he wanted to leave his gold in trust for you so that the tribe would always have food, clothing and shelter. I'll take the letter to Dawson and turn it over to the court. I'm sure Johnny's wishes will be fulfilled if there are no other claimants. Johnny Elk, good friend. Me go with you now, Sergeant Preston. Maybe me help put killers in jail. Well, not need any help, Monalock, but you're welcome to come with us. Before we leave, I'll speak to the chief. He'll be glad to know we've captured the men who wounded Lonok. Oh, chief, come this way now. Good. We'll be on our way as soon as I've told him that this case is closed. Sergeant Preston will return in just a moment with a word about our next exciting adventure. Christmas is coming. And good food is on the table. Yes, for a holiday breakfast treat for the whole family these mornings or any morning, you can't beat delicious, crisp, Quaker Puffed Rice or Quaker Puffed Wheat topped with milk or cream and fruit. Everybody goes for the toasty, nut-like flavor of good, natural grains. It's a sun-ripened natural flavor that Old Mother Nature put into it. Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice are never coated with factory sweetening. And you mothers know that some members of your family like their cereal not so sweet and others like it very sweet. Well, here's the beauty of Quaker Puffed Rice and Quaker Puffed Wheat. Your family can sweeten them with sugar just the way they like them. So you mothers can't miss when you serve the ones shot from guns. Yes, Quaker Puffed Wheat and Rice are exploded up to eight times normal size to make them extra crisp, but they're not that sweet. They're eight times normal size to make them extra crisp and tender. And they give your whole family extra food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and irons. So look at your store tomorrow for the big red and blue packages with the sealed inner lining that keeps Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice as crisp as can be. And now here is Sergeant Preston. Sergeant Preston reporting for duty, Inspector. Sergeant, there's a girl in her father located before he died. Where's that, Inspector? I don't know, Sergeant. Neither does she. But I want you to find them both. Her and the mine. Yes, sir. I want you to find her first, Sergeant, because if you don't, she'll die. She'll never survive the cold and the perils of the trail. I'll find her, sir. Come on, King. A foolhardy girl braves the terrible dangers to the girl, not knowing that death awaits both of them at the end of the trail. Don't miss this next exciting adventure. These radio dramas, a feature of Sergeant Preston of the Yukon Incorporated, are created by George W. Trendle, produced by Trendle Campbell Enterprises, directed by Fred Flower Day and supervised by Charles D. Livingston. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. Sergeant Preston of the Yukon is brought to you every Tuesday and Thursday at the same time by Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice. The breakfast cereal shot from guns. Only Quaker Paco Ten has all your family's cereal favorites. A regular cereal pantry. That's Quaker Paco Ten. Six different, delicious, ready to serve cereals. Ten crisp, fresh, individual servings. 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