 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice, the breakfast cereal 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 mountain police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On King, on your hasties. 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 Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice bringing you the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog Yukon King as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. Hear those jet planes? Now you see them? Now you don't. Yes, when you pour on a bowl full of swell-tasting Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice for breakfast and milk or cream and your favorite fruit, now you see them, now you don't. So crisp, so tender, so tempting, they disappear in a flash. No, you just can't beat these giant king-sized kernels of premium wheat or rice shot from guns. They're the one and only Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice that come in the big red and blue package with the smiling Quakerman on the front. Gary Evans was a trapper who had settled a short distance from Selkirk. He had brought his wife Lucy from Seattle during the first gold rush, hoping to make a strike. But his claim gave out and he turned to trapping as a means of making a living during that first winter. He soon found that furs were secondary only to gold in value and decided to continue what he had started. One afternoon, Gary sat at a table in the cafe talking to one of his friends. Yes, sir, you ought to take a tip from me and give up prospecting. I've done well at trapping and I made a good deal to sell my furs. Well, glad to hear it, Gary. Do you have enough furs to make it worth your while to stick at it? Look, believe it or not, I'll get enough from these furs to see us through all next winter. See, that is something. When do you get your money? The deal will be completed tomorrow. I didn't realize there was so much money to be made in trapping. Did you bring your furs with you to town? I'd like to get a look at them, Gary. Oh, I didn't bring them in yet, not till tomorrow. I am stored in the shed and back of our cabin. I'm telling you, Ed, Lucy will be tickled pink when she hears that I'm going to get for those furs. So how did you come to meet the fella who's going to buy them? Well, I just wrote to the Royal Northwest Monument Police headquarters in Dawson City, asking how to get cash for my furs. They turned my letter over to an agent for a fur company up there. He sent me word he'd be in town today, so I came down and met him. He looked over the furs I had this morning. Then we came back to town and after a lot of figuring, he made me the offer. Well, maybe we all better start trapping. Yeah, looks like he's doing better than us. I'm plenty satisfied anyway. Now I better go on out and tell Lucy about her good luck. I'll see you all later. So long, Gary. It was late afternoon when Gary Evans arrived at his cabin. He entered with a light step and with a big smile on his face. Lucy! Yes, Gary? Well, honey, I made a fine deal for our furs. Gary, I'm so glad. Time to deliver them in town tomorrow and collect. We can face the coming winter with plenty in the bank to see us through. I hope from now on our worries will be over, Gary. They will be. I'll let the others hunt for gold. I'll stick to trapping and end up with more in the long run. Say, you know, honey, we ought to go into self-cooked and I can celebrate a little. What do you say to that? I'd like it. We could go see that shoe in town. All right, that's what we'll do. Let's have a quick supper, then we'll get started for town. Gary and Lucy Evans arrived in town and leaving their horses' delivery stable, they walked past the cafe toward the crude theater a few doors away. A man lounging on the cafe veranda watched them as they entered the theater. Then he turned and went into the cafe. He walked to the back of the cafe and stopped at the table where a tough-looking friend of his sat playing solitaire. Hi, Joe. I thought I'd find you here. Sit down and take a load off your feet, Alex. Thanks. What's on your mind? I just had an idea, Joe. We both need money and I know how we can get it. Yeah? What's your idea you got? Remember that young trapper Gary Evans who came in here this afternoon talking about the deal he made for his furs? Mm-hmm. What about it? I just saw him and his wife going into the offer house down the street. They won't be out for a couple of hours. Go on. Well, those furs, they are still out at his place. He's supposed to bring him into Mar to close the deal he made. We'd have plenty of time to go out there and grab those furs. Then we could head for White Horse and sell them. We could use our two pack horses to tote the furs from his place to White Horse. Looks like you've come up with a good idea, Alex. Let's go get our horses. By the time they get home, we can be well along on a trail south. I know somebody in the White Horse will be glad to buy them. Come on, let's go. About half an hour after going into the theater, Gary and Lucy Evans came out and walked toward the livery stable. Gary, I'm sorry about getting a headache and spoiling your evening. I guess I'm just not used to crowds anymore. Oh, that's all right, honey. The show wasn't too good anyway. Knowing that at last we'll have several thousand dollars to see us through has been enough excitement for one evening. We'll celebrate some other time, dear. Yeah, just forget about it. We'll head for home. A good night's rest is what you need. And I can get an early start to town in the morning. A short time later, Gary and Lucy approached their cabin. The twilight of the Yukon summer night was bright enough for them to see clearly. It was Lucy who suddenly spoke. Gary, look. I see horses near the shed where our furs are stored. Holy mackerel, you're right. This will must be after those furs. Get up there! Gary, wait! You don't have a gun! Cutting across from the trail, Gary headed toward the rear of the cabin. His one thought was to protect his valuable store of furs. As he rode nearer the shed, he yelled out, Hey, get away from there! Get away from that shed! No! Hi. I'm all right. A bullet nicked my arm. The force stunned me from the room. I'll get you into the cabin and fix the wound. No, I have to see about the furs. Come on. Leaving their horses, Gary and Lucy approached the door of the shed. The lock had been forced and the door hung open. Gary, the furs, they're gone. That dirty crooks. I'll get my gun and follow them until I... Oh, my arm. No, Gary. Your arm has to be attended to right away. Now let's go into the cabin. After I fix your arm, you can rest while I ride to town for the constable and I'll get the doctor too. No, I'll be all right. No, that wound is worse than you think. Now come on. Taking Gary to the cabin, Lucy bound his wound. The loss of blood made Gary feel weak and he finally had to lie down in spite of his determination to follow the man who had stolen his furs. Leaving Gary on his cot, Lucy mounted her horse and headed for Selkirk. Get up there! Get up! Meantime, the two crooks, Alex and Joe, rode along the south trail leading the two fur-laden packhorses. Thought you said Evans went to the show in town. They did. I saw him go in. Something must have happened to make him suspicious. I didn't figure on having to put a bullet in him. We get caught now. It'll mean a murder charge may be used. You should have shot over his head. They're liable to be after us now. Maybe we better go back. Make sure that woman doesn't leave the town. No, that'll take time. She may have gone for the Mounties already. Can't go into White Horse now with those furs. They'll telegraph ahead and be on the lookout. We'll have to change our plans. I know of a cave near here where we can hide the furs and we'll hightail it back to Selkirk and throw off suspicion by being seen at the cafe tonight. Hey, that's a good idea. Lead the way to that cave and we'll get back to town as fast as we can. Come on, let's get a move on. Get up! Come on! Later that night, Lucy Evans arrived at the constable's office and reported the robbery. Then, with the constable and the doctor, she returned to the cabin where her husband was waiting. Two hours later, the constable, after trying to trail the crooks, returned to Selkirk and went to his office where he found Sergeant Preston and his dog King waiting. Hello, Hal. Sergeant. We found the door unlocked so we made ourselves at home. Light was still burning so I figured you'd be back before long. Sergeant, I'm glad you came in tonight. Why, did something happen? Yes. Gary Evans, a trapper living a few miles south of here, had his furs stolen. He and his wife arrived at the cabin in time to see the crooks about to leave. Gary was shot in the arm and they got away with the furs. I see. I know Gary and Lucy Evans. Did you pick up the trail of the crooks? Yes, I did. They followed the south trail a short distance, then turned off toward the foothills. I lost the trail low and they covered up by riding in the creek a few miles out. Somebody must have heard about the furs when Gary came to town and made a deal to sell in the day. He was to deliver them in the morning. Oh, that's too bad. I'll telegraph to a white horse in case they go there. Then King and I'll try to pick up the trail where you left off. Fine, I was hoping you'd help. Oh, but we'll have to find the telegraph operator. The office is closed by now. I know him by sight. I'll go to the cafe and see if he's there while you go to his cabin. Right. I'll meet you later at the telegraph office and then we'll go out to pick up the trail. Let's go, King. Meanwhile, Alex and Joe had arrived at the cafe after hiding the furs and circling back to town. They were seated at a rear table in the cafe when Sergeant Preston and King entered. Hey, look, Joe. It's that money Preston with that dog at his place. He smoked. I didn't count on him being in town. It's that dog I'm worried about. He can pick up a trail that the monies themselves can't find. Wait a minute. The person's talking to the barge. I'm looking for the telegraph operator. They've been in here recently. No. I'm looking for the telegraph operator. They've been in here recently. No. Not tonight, Sergeant. I guess you'll find him at his cabin. Oh, thanks. He should come in within the next 10 minutes or so. Tell him to come to the telegraph office right now. It's very important. All right. He comes in and I'll tell him. What's up? What happened, Sergeant? Huh? We're rubbering. I'll bet if that dog of yours gets in the trail, he'll catch the curse. I hope so. He'll have a chance to try anyway. We'll be going out to pick up the trail. Oh, uh, be sure to send the telegraph operator to his office. He comes in here. Good night. Come on. Good night, Sergeant. We've got to get out of here, Alex. What are we going to do? As long as he gets out there with that dog, they'll find the furs and follow our trail back to town. We've got to clear out a cell quick and quick. Oh, wait. I've got a better idea. If we can get out on the trail before pressing that dog head that way, maybe we can stop. Maybe that is the answer. We'll wait along the trail and ambush him. The only thing that'll save our next now is to get rid of both Sergeant Preston and that dog. Let's go. We'll continue our story in just a moment. Partner, what goes on here? I'm a rootin' tootin' cow hand. That's what? So I see. You look like one too. Judging from that ten-gallon hat, shaps, boots, spurs and all. But look, mister, just you put up those shooting irons of yours and calm down. Fell ought to know better than to go around waving a pair of six-shooters. Partner, you're right. Dead right. But say, these are just pea-shooters. For real excitement, let me tell you about the kind of gun that gives me a bigger kick than a long-horned Texas steer. Oh? Mister, I'm talking about a gun that's got them all beat. Partner, that's the gun that shoots Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat. Oh, you're telling me? Yes, sir. A fella with any zip and go to him needs to stow away a he-man breakfast. Now you're talking, and Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat fills the bill for you, huh? Does it? Just pour on the old milk or cream, add your favorite fruit, and you know what? What? There's no beating this eating. That's what. Well, sir, fellas and girls, that's a mighty good tip. So tomorrow morning, be sure to get the drop on a really swell-tasting breakfast. Eat Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat. Now ready to serve breakfast cereal shot from guns. Yes, Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat are shot from guns. Actually exploded up to eight times normal size to make them crisp and tender. Bigger and better tasting. Important, too, wheat or rice shot from guns is good for you. Both delicious kinds furnish extra food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin, and iron. Man, oh man, don't miss out another day. Say to mom, from now on I want to eat Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat. Now to continue our story. After leaving the cafe, Alex and Joe hurriedly mounted and rode from town along the South Trail. Meantime, the constable had found the telegraph operator, and after sending a wire to White Horse, the two Mounties left the telegraph office and stood at the hitch-rack outside, talking. Now we can take King with us and go out to Evans' place to pick up the trail of those crooks, eh? No, Al, I'll go. You stay here in the Quare around town so you can find out who was seen leaving Selker during the early part of the evening. All right, Sergeant. I guess that is the best idea. But when you and King catch up with them, you may need help. King's a lot of help in cases like that. The trail might lead all the way to White Horse and you'll be needed here. Yes, I guess you're right. Well, good luck. If I get a line under identity, I'll send a wire to White Horse with a description. Good. Study, Blanky. I'll get started now. Come on, King. Good night, Sergeant. So long, Hal. Get up, Blanky. Alex and Joe rode a short way out the south trail, then turned onto a branch trail that gradually became separated from the main trail by a narrow rocky gorge, yet ran parallel to the trail which Sergeant Preston would take. About a quarter of a mile from the Evans' cabin, they ran to a halt. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. There's some bushes along the edge of that gorge there that separates us from the main trail. Yet it's only about 100 feet across. We can hide there and wait. That's the idea. We can get a sure shot at that monkey in the door. And if we miss, they can't get across to get us. Yep, that's the idea. Now, let's get over there and get ourselves settled. So as when they do come along, we'll be all ready to give them lead. It was almost half an hour later when Sergeant Preston and King approached the place opposite where the two killers were waiting an ambush across the gorge. The wind was blowing from the trail toward the hiding men so that King didn't get their scent and had no warning that they were there. We'll soon reach the oven's cabin, King, and you can pick up the trail. Easy, boy. We may have a long way to go before we catch up to them. Easy, buddy. Get around them all. In another moment, the mountainous dog were just about opposite the place where Alex and Joe were waiting with guns ready. Then two shots rang out. From across the narrow gorge, Alex and Joe saw the mountain fall from his horse. My bullet got Preston. He fell off his horse. He's hidden by the growth along the edge of the gorge over there. Yeah, but I missed that dog gone mutt. Now I can't see him. He ran back to where Preston is. Now let's wait a few minutes. We might get another chance at that dog. Oh, no. We better move on. Someone might have heard the shots. Look, we got the Mountie, that's enough. Without him, that dog won't be much good. All right. When the excitement dies down in a few days, we'll go get those furs and find some place to get rid of. Now, let's go. All right? Easy, boy. Get up! Get up! Or a few minutes, the great dog King sniffed and whined at his master's side as Preston lay still on the trail. The shots had been sudden, and King was at a disadvantage since no scent came his way. In a few minutes, after the two crooks had left on the other side of the gorge, Sergeant Preston stirred, then, putting his head to his temple, he sat up. Oh, my shoulder. It's all right, fella. It's all right. That bullet nicked my shoulder and knocked me out of the saddle. Must have dazed me a minute, and my head hit the hard ground. We'll get to the Evans' cabin, boy. I'll have to rest a bit, and we'll get the ones who did this. I'm sure when we do, we'll have the crooks who took Evans' furs. Let's go, fella. Within a short time, Sergeant Preston and King reached the Evans' cabin and knocked at the door. Yes, look, Sergeant Preston and King! We were shot at on the trail. Oh, you're hurt. Sergeant, do come in. The bullet barely grazed my shoulder, knocked me off my horse. Oh, do sit down. I'll get some water and a bandage. Gary is over there on the cot. Oh, hello, Gary. Hello, Sergeant Preston. I didn't know you were in town. All right, there was a short time ago. Constable told me what happened out here, so I was coming out with King to trail the men who stole your furs. They must have known you were coming out. I tried to ambush you. Yes, I'm sure the shots came from across the gorge. No way, King Acton. No way for him to get over there after them. How's your arm? Oh, it's all right. I have to wear a sling for a while, though. Here's the water, Sergeant. I'll fix your shoulder. Thanks. It's just a scrape. Oh, you're very fortunate. Yes, I know. You'd better rest here until morning. Well, thanks, Lucy. Don King and I'll get over on the other side of the gorge and trail whoever shot at us. After leaving the place from which they had shot at, Sergeant Preston and King, Alex and Joe rode for a time in silence. Then Alex spoke. Joe, I've been thinking. What about it? I think we're making a mistake going back in the silker. If somebody finds Preston's body on the trail, the Constable might learn we were out of town that the time he was killed. Well, then what do you want to do? I'll rain in for a minute. Ho, ho, ho! I think it'd be wiser to go up to the cave where we left the furs. The pack horses are still waiting there, you know. And anyway, we didn't leave them much feed. You mean we should hide out there? Look, we don't have any supplies. No, we don't have to stay there. With Preston out of the way, we can hit the trail taking the furs with us. We don't dare ride into White Horse with the furs. Don't forget they sent a telegram about the robbery. Yeah, I know, I know. But a friend of mine has a cab and a short distance from White Horse. We can hide the furs there until the whole thing blows over and then sell them. He knows just how to get rid of them without suspicion. All right. Let's head for the cave then. We can grab a few hours of rest and then set out for White Horse. Get up there! Get up! The following morning at dawn, Sergeant Preston set out with King and headed for the other side of the gorge. When he reached the approximate place across from which he had been shot, he found hoof marks and followed them. Hold on, King. Hold on. Here's where they awaited in the bushes on the edge of the gorge. All right, King. All right, King. Find them, fellow. Have them. Ready, Blackie? Easy. Get up there! Sergeant Preston and King had no difficulty following the trail, which at first headed in the direction of Selkirk to the north, then circled and headed southeast in the direction of the foothills. Finally, after riding for over an hour, they came to the creek where once again Alex and Joe had ridden along in the shallow water. Hold on, hold on, Blackie. Find them, King. Find them. The intelligent dog paused at the water's edge and sniffed the air. His keen sense of smell caught the scent of the men, which still clung to the foliage along the creek bank. Which way to go, fellow? Find them. A moment longer, King stood as if undecided. Then, with a triumphant bark, he set out along the creek bank toward the south. Good boy, King. Get up there, Blackie. Dawn found Alex and Joe busy loading the furs onto their packhorses in preparation for the trip to Whitehorse. They had slept a few hours inside the cave and now felt no big need to rush matters, since they were certain Sergeant Preston was dead and that King would not be of use to anyone else. Though they were inside the small cave with the packhorses, they had left their saddle horses waiting outside the entrance, tethered to a tree. As he started to lift another bundle of furs, Joe paused a moment, listening. Hey, Alex, did you hear that? Hear what? I get busy loading the furs. Oh, no, wait a minute. I think I heard a dog barking. I didn't hear anything. Anyway, it might have been a timber wolf you heard if you did hear anything. But what about it? I keep thinking of that dog of Preston. Ah, don't be a fool. You think that dog's got brains enough to come trailing us by himself? No, but anyway... I'll go out and look and see if anyone's coming just to satisfy you. You see anyone? No, nobody. Now, let's get these furs loaded and then we can get started. Nobody's going to catch up with us now that Preston's out of the way. Now, come on, get busy. Sergeant Preston and King had left the creek and were following the branch trail and ran near the cave. As they rounded a bend in the trail, Preston caught sight of the two horses tethered to the tree in front of the cave. Oh, a cave with two horses at the entrance. Quiet, King. Quiet, fella. Easy, boy. Come on, King. Do the scully quick. Come on, Blackey. Get around there. Well, Blackey, I'll have to hear a few minutes. Steady now, brother. Yes, I know, boy. You want to go on after them. But if they heard you bark, they'll come out to have a look. We'll leave Blackey here and circle around so as to come up alongside the cave entrance. All right, King. Let's go, boy. It took quite a little while for Preston and King to reach the cliff wall and approach the entrance to the cave. But finally, they reached the tethered horses without being observed from inside. Quickly, Preston untied the horses and gave each a hard slap. Get going there. Get up. As the horses gout the way down the slope, Preston took King by the collar and pulled the dog against the wall just outside the entrance. Meantime, inside the cave, the two crooks finished loading the pack horses. There. I guess I'll carry all right now, Joe. Yeah. Now that we're ready, we better not waste any more time getting started. It took longer than I expected to load those furs. Hey, what was that? The horses outside. They're running away. They got loose. Come on. As the two crooks ran from the cave, Sergeant Preston moved in between them so that he stood between the cave entrance and them. Then he called out. Rich, both of you, and don't turn around. At Preston's command, both men had stopped and raising their hands had looked back over their shoulders. The look of surprise and Alex's face gave way to one of cunning. And with a sudden movement, he twisted sideways, dropping to one knee and grabbing his gun. Get on this side. No, you don't. As he spoke, Joe jumped behind the tree where the horses had been tethered, at the same time turning with his gun in his hand. But Evesley raised his gun, King, whom he hadn't noticed, sprang from the side with a deep-throated growl. The great dog moved like a streak of lightning and grabbing Joe's gun arm bore him to the ground. Sun King down. I'll take that gun. I'll get up, you. Keep that dog back. He won't hurt you unless you ask for it. But you've got something to settle with me right now. What do you mean by that? You and your partner both deserve a beating for trying to kill me from ambush last night. Since he's wounded, he can't fight. But you can. You wouldn't talk that way if you didn't have a gun in that dog with you. I'll holster my gun there. You lie down, King. Lie down, boy. All right, you. I'll push your face in, Monty. That's what I was waiting for. Take this. I'll get you for that. That's all. And here's one for Gary Evans. And this is for King and for me. No, no, no, no. I can't fight. You gotta give up. All right, King. Watch both of them while I tie them up. Then we'll round up their horses and get them back to Selkirk. You two are under arrest in the name of the queen. Later that day, Gary and Lucy Evans arrived at the constable's office where Sergeant Preston and King were waiting with the constable. We got your message about catching the fur thief, Sergeant. Gary insisted upon coming to town in spite of his wounded arm. We can't thank you and King enough for getting our furs back, Sergeant. I knew if Sergeant Preston and King got on their trail, they wouldn't have a chance. I'm glad we did get back your furs, Gary. But remember, King and I had a personal reason for catching those two cooks. I guess they did make a mistake trying to ambush you and King like they did. There's an hour of escape for both of us at that. Those men are killers. It's a relief to have them behind bars. Both King and I are glad this case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Wednesday's adventure. Say, when you watch hard-riding, hard-fighting Hollywood stars in action, remember this. One after another tells you to eat nourishing breakfast of delicious Quaker-puffed wheat or Quaker-puffed rice topped with milk or cream and fruit. Wheat or rice shot from guns furnishes extra health values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and iron. Remember, it's never sold in bags or bulk. Buy Quaker-puffed wheat and Quaker-puffed rice tomorrow in the big red-and-blue Quaker package. Listen Wednesday when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of the sourdough's dog. When two shady characters known as Scar and Baldi made a frantic attempt to buy Joe Sandford's dog, I suspected that the dog must be worth more than Joe realized. It turned out that this dog was worth $100,000. But before I found out why, Joe was shot from ambush and King and I had a terrifying brush with death on a collapsing bridge. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Wednesday. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trendall, directed by Fled Frauday and supervised by Charles D. Lippert. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. They have brought you every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at the same time by Quaker-puffed wheat and Quaker-puffed rice. The breakfast cereals shot from guns. Your best bet for hot breakfast is Quaker Oats. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Delicious, nutritious, makes you feel ambitious. The giant of Quaker Oats Yes, if you want to be a star in sports and school activities, make your hot cereal Quaker Oats because Quaker Oats helps grow the stars of the future. You get more growth, more endurance from oatmeal than from any other whole grain cereal. Remember, Quaker and Mother's Oats are the same. This is J. Michael wishing you good bye, good luck and good health from Quaker-puffed wheat and Quaker-puffed rice. Thank you for watching.