 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, quaker-puff wheat and quaker-puff 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 mounted police, in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. One king, one new husky. Gold, gold discovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the Klondike in the wild race for riches. Back to the days of the gold rush, with quaker-puff wheat and quaker-puff rice, bringing you the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog, Yukon King, as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. Quick as a whip, plenty of snap. Yes, that's the kind of energy Sergeant Preston has, and that's the kind that calls for a good breakfast, so take a tip. Be sure every morning your breakfast includes a heaping bowlful of delicious, nourishing, quaker-puff wheat or quaker-puff rice topped with milk or cream and fruit. Maxwell and Jess Nixon were crouched behind the big boulder near the oil-packed trail between Alk Station and Dawson. They held rifles in readiness and grew tense when they heard the distant jangle of bells on a dog team. Trig, you hear that? It's the mail sled. Keep down, Jess. Don't show yourself. Let me look around this side of the rock. It is the mail sled. Trig and all the sound of the bells. Well, gotta be sure. We'll do to let some traveler get a sight of us here beside the trail. I'll just a second. Yeah. You're right. Mail sled. Yep. It's that, Jess. When I give the word, step out and fire. I'm set. Rifle cocked. Now it is. Mine too. I sure hope there's enough cash in that mail to make this job worthwhile. Yeah, ready now. It's almost here. The word. Now. Got him. Ah, let's see what's on that side. Ignoring the dead driver, Trig and Jess hurriedly opened the mail sack and went through the letters. One after another of these were cast aside. Some unopened and others that were more bulky, ripped open and inspected. It was a disappointing task. Trig became increasingly angry as it became more obvious that the highwayman had killed a man for nothing. Then he opened a letter that was addressed to Sergeant Preston. The last one. This ain't like me to have anything of value addressed to a Mountie. What's in it, Trig? Yeah. Well, maybe this is... Something worthwhile. Could be. It's a claim paper, a gold claim. Yeah. Who sent it? Why is it going to Preston? It's from a jant named Buckman. It seems he found a lost mine. He sent in his papers to the Mountie asking that they be recorded and filed. This describes a location and everything. But what are we... Trig? Yeah. If Preston doesn't get that paper, he can't file a claim. That means if anyone else couldn't file it, right? That's just what I was thinking, Jess. Maybe we can get to be the owners of a gold mine. Bossy Buckman was an elderly prospector who lived with his niece Edna in a cabin on Wolf Creek. They were at breakfast one morning when there was a familiar knock at the kitchen door. That must be Ted. Of course it's Ted. Who else would come calling at this time of morning? Come on in! Hello, Ted. Sit down and I'll fix a plate for you. Oh, no, no, no. Thanks that night. I saw the lights through the window and just stopped in to get warm. Oh, it's no bother. Sit down. Very well if you insist. But I warn you, I'm hungry. You generally are. Don't pay any attention to what Uncle Bossy says. Ted, he doesn't mean it. Yes, I do mean it. I never saw a trapper who wasn't hungry. If I don't catch the wolf that's been raiding my trap line, I'll be hungry as I am now. Now, that excuse for eating my vitals is getting thread-bae, young fella. Better think of a better one the next time you drop in on it. I have a better excuse if you want to hear it. What is it? Why don't you let me marry Edna? Then I'd have a good excuse for eating with you all the time. Nothing doing. I won't have Edna marrying a trapper. You're a worthless lock. Here, Ted, a nice hot breakfast for you. Ah, medicine steak and gravy, too. It's a steak from that deer you brought us last week. Uncle Bossy forgets about that. Maybe he did bring it, but he'll find it tough chewing. Well, while you young folks jabber, I'll be getting on with my business. Don't let me run you off, Mr. Buckman. No trapper ever run me anywhere. Well, I've got business to attend to. Don't find me jabbering with females. Drop in again, Ted, when you're not hungry. Thanks, I will. By the way, have you found the lost Russian mine yet? Maybe I haven't, maybe I haven't. You just tend to your trapline, young fella. Shut up. Goodbye, Uncle Bossy. I'll have supper ready when you get home tonight. Bye, Bossy. That lost mine is getting to be a touchy subject with your uncle. Yes, it is, Ted. If I were you, I wouldn't tease him about it any more. All right, I won't. Where'd he pick up the yarn about it anyway? When he was prospecting in Alaska. Now, you hear stories about lost mines in every camp. They're legends, and that's all. But he read about it in an old book, a diary or something. He won't find it because it doesn't exist. Gold has never been found on Wolf Creek. Well, I'd agree with you, except... Except what? Well, last week, Uncle Bossy went to Elk Station. He never goes there unless we need supplies. But we didn't need anything last week. And why did he go? He wouldn't tell me. When I asked him, he just grinned. Somehow I got the feeling that it had to do with the lost mine. Now, someone's at the door. No wonder who it could be. I'll answer it. Morning, Edna. Oh, Sergeant Preston and King, come right in. Thanks. Come on, King. You and King are just in time for breakfast. Hello, Ted. Take off your parka, Sergeant, and sit down. I'll have a plate for you right away. No, thanks, Edna. I had breakfast an hour ago. We get up early. Don't be king. Oh! Please stay for coffee. It's ready to serve. All right. That must have been your campfire I saw a mile south of here. Couldn't have been mine. I can't three miles east of here. I was covering my trap line when I saw it in the distance. It wasn't mine, Ted. However, I picked up your trail in the snow and followed it here. The Mounties always get their man, Edna. Shall I surrender without a fight? Why were you trailing, Ted? King and I saw a big timber wolf on the biggest I've ever seen, riding one of your traps. He saw us and ran. Oh, why didn't you shoot him, Sergeant? That wolf has cost me plenty in the past few weeks. I did fire one shot at him, but I only wounded him. How do you know? He left a trace of blood in the snow. I thought you'd like to know so I followed you, Edna. I bet I want to know about it. I'll go back and pick up his trail. It'd be easy to follow if he's been wounded. Won't you and King come along? No thanks, Ted. We have to get to Elk Station. Oh, did something happen there, Sergeant? Not there, Edna. But a week ago, the mail sled was held up between Elk Station and Dawson by two men. They killed the driver and ransacked the mail. What did they get from the mail sacks? I don't know. That's why I'm going to Elk Station. The postmaster should know what the sacks contained, and if he does, it may help me find the criminals. Here's your coffee, Sergeant. Oh, thanks, Edna. If you'll excuse me, Sergeant, I'll go pick up the trail of old Mr. Wolfe. Go right ahead, Ted. King and I'll be leaving shortly. Stop by on your way back, and maybe I'll have a wolf tell to give you the souvenir. Oh, yes, you must stop, Sergeant. Uncle Bossy, you'll be disappointed if you don't. Then I'll see you tonight, Ted. Bye, Sergeant. So long. So long. Meanwhile, Bossy Buckman had followed Long Wolf Creek for nearly three miles before he reached a point where the country became more rugged. Soon, he turned away from the frozen surface of the little stream and made his way through thick underbrush until he came to a crevice in the bluff. He came to a weather-beaten door made of massive timbers, and he was putting all his strength into swinging it open, but he saw two men. Hey! Do you need help, you old timer? I don't need any help. What's the idea of sneaking in here? Don't reach for a gun. It wouldn't be healthy. I'm not armed. Now what do you want? What do you got there? None of your business. Well, it looks like a mine opening if you ask me. Maybe it is. You needn't figure on jumping my claim. What's the stoppers? I filed papers on it already. It's on record in Dawson. Ah, you're wrong about that. Oh, no I'm not. I filed them last week. The mail. Now you better clear out of here. I don't want any trouble with you. These are the papers you're talking about. Where's that? Look and see. Hey, those are my claim papers. And here's the letter you wrote to the bounty in Dawson asking him to file your claim for you. Where'd you get them? That's our business. Can you see, old timer? We can't jump your claim and there's nothing you can do about it. Well, you're on receiving criticism. Don't pull any more tricks like that or I'll put a bullet through you. Let him up, Jess. We may need him. Come on, get up. You might as well shoot me now and get it over with. We'll decide what to do with it after we look inside the mine. Now lead the way, old timer. I'm not going in there until we brace the timbers at the entrance. Haven't you been inside? Never. I spent last week clearing away boulders. Ah, you're just stalling. Sure he is. He doesn't want us to see what he found in there. Isn't that door a little wider, Jess? Sure. There. It's open wide enough for us to get in. Plenty of dark. We'll have to light up torch. Look through the old timer's gear. Right. You should have a lantern or kennel. Here's a miner's lamp. Light it, Trigg. Yeah. As Trigg proceeded to light the small lantern, Bossy Buckman looked hopelessly about him for a means of escape, for he knew it was only a matter of time before he would be killed. Then, a short distance below, he saw something moving along the creek. At first, he thought it was an animal, and then he realized it was a man. He shouted, Help! Help! Shut up. Yellen won't help you any. There's no one around here. Help! Hey, Jess, look. Someone's down there. I see him. Help! Now, shut up. I'll sound out of you, and I'll cut your throat. Get down low, Jess. The man's heading here through the brush. Shoot him. Trigg, we can't take any chances. I'll wait. I'll handle him. Keep the old man quiet. I'll get the cover so he don't see me. They will see us. Oh, keep your cover. Don't worry. Help! Shut up, Trigg. Trigg crept into the heavy underbrush where he could not be seen. A few moments later, Trapper Ted Bowen broke through the brush. When he saw Buckman in the tight grip of a stranger, he halted and brought up his rifle. What's going on here? The old man's hurt. I'm helping him. He doesn't look that way to me. Get your hands off him. Drop that gun, mister. What? You're covered. Drop it or I'll shoot. I go with the old man's throat. Yeah. You're mad in apartments. Here, they jumped my claim. Now they'll murder both of us. What do we do with that young fella, Trigg? Shoot him. Oh, not out here. We won't. Someone else might be close enough to hear the shot. We take him and the old man inside the mine shaft. Pick up the lantern, Jess. You better walk ahead of us. I'll keep him covered. You carry the lantern. All right. Let's go. Inside, both of you. I'll run you. Those old timbers are rotten. That happened to get going. Knowing it meant instant death to disobey, Bossy and Ted walk through the old doorway, followed by their captors. The timbers that supported the walls and ceiling were rotted and weakened by age. Without warning, one of them suddenly gave way. Run, Bossy. Run. They're going to tip the fallen. In the face of the sudden catastrophe, it was a case of every man for himself. The two claim jumpers who had just passed through the doorway wheeled and ran as the mountains seemed to cave in behind them. Run, Jess. Run. We'll make it. Yeah. We've made it. That was the closest shave I ever had. Just look back there. Yeah, you can't even see the entrance. Well, the old timer warned us... I didn't believe it. I sure hate to be in his shoes right now. Yeah, the other fellas either. They were both run under that timber when it gave away. It saved us the trouble of shooting them. Now, all we got to do is go file a claim of our own. If the story that he told the Mountie and that letter is true, we got one of their richest minds in the Yukon. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. The old timer, you look pretty busy there patting for gold. Well, son, when you're prospecting for gold up here in Yukon, even picket bodies. But not when you have a heaping bowl full of Quaker Pop wheat or Quaker Pop rice waiting for you. What kind of vitals is old? What haven't you heard? They're the swellest tasting breakfast cereals from here to White Horse. They're the famous cereals shot from guns. Shot from guns? Yup. Quaker Pop rice and Quaker Pop wheat are actually shot from guns to make them deliciously crisp and tender. They're exploded up, up, up, up to eight times normal size. That makes them bigger and better tasting. Well, that's a new one on me. Yes, sirree. 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 Pop rice and Quaker Pop wheat. Well, 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. Don't I have to cook them or nothing? No cooking, no. Just add milk or cream and top with your favorite fruit. Mighty handy for a busy goal, prospector. For any busy person, and mighty nourishing, too, Quaker Pop wheat and Quaker Pop rice furnish added food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin, and iron. I'm going to get me a sac-um right away. Not a sac, old-timer. Quaker Pop rice and wheat are never sold in bags or bulk. And that's something for you fellas and girls to remember, too. Always look for the big red-and-blue boxes with the smiling Quaker Man on the front. Then you'll be sure to get the original crisp, fresh, delicious Quaker Pop wheat and Quaker Pop rice. Now to continue. When Sergeant Preston and Yukon King arrived in Elk Station, they went directly to see Steve Oliver, the postmaster who ran the trading post. The Mountie told about the robbery of the mail sled to Dawson, and then asked, Was there any gold or other valuables in the mail sack, Steve? Not that I know of, Sergeant. Mostly letters from miners to the folks back home. Could any of the letters have been important to Chris? Oh, I don't think so. I recollect there was a letter to you. To me? From home? Well, from Bossy Buckman who lives with his niece on Wolf Creek. Huh? I came by his place this morning. He wasn't there, but his niece didn't mention a letter to me. Well, he wrote one. He came in just before the mail sled left for Dawson. He seemed kind of excited. I let him have some paper, and he sat right down there and wrote to me. Didn't tell you what it was about? No, which, you know, I think he did ask me for a clean paper. An official form for filing claim? Yeah, but I keep a bunch of them here. Anyone can fill them out and mail them to Dawson for filing. Then Bossy might have filled out a form and sent it to me. Yeah, he could have, but I don't know if he did or not. Well, I'm to spend the night with him and his niece. I'll ask Bossy about it. Yeah, you do that, Sergeant. I believe you'll find it. Sergeant Preston attached no special significance to the fact that Bossy had sent him a letter, or that it might be all important to the solution of the robbery and murder. Short time after he left Elk Station, Trig Maxwell and Jess Nixon, the two claim jumpers, entered Steve Oliver's trading post and asked for an official form for filing a claim. When they had filled it out, Trig said, Now, mister, if you sell me an envelope and a stamp, I'll mail this claim paper to Dawson for filing. I know a sense of mail in it. I can save you a lot of time and get the receipt for you. Oh, how do you mean? Well, I notice your claims located on Wolf Creek. Yes, sir. What about it? Well, Sergeant Preston and the mother police was in here. He left about an hour ago at the Bossy Buckman's Cabin on Wolf Creek. He can take your claim paper and write a receipt for you. Save you a couple of weeks. Oh, what's Preston doing up there? The mail sled out of here was robbed a week ago. The driver was killed and the mail ran sacked. Preston's investigating the case. Oh, I see. You say he's gone to Bossy Buckman's Cabin on Wolf Creek? Yeah, he aims to stay there tonight. There won't be another mail out of here for weeks, so if you stop at Bossy's place, Sergeant Preston will take care of the papers for you. I guess it would save time, all right. Well, Jess, suppose we go see the money. Sure, come on, now. Let's get going. Thanks for the information, mister. Oh, glad to help you out. Come in again when you get your mind up here. All right. Well, Trig, what do you make of that? Just one thing. The money knows something. How much I don't know what he's going to start looking for Bossy when he gets there. If he finds the mine, we're sunk. No doubt of that, but how can he find the money? I don't know. We've got to stop him before he does. First, we'll go back to the mine and hide the gear. It was snowing again, and by the time Sergeant Preston reached Bossy Buckman's Cabin, the ground was covered with a new blanket of white. When he entered the cabin, he found Edna terribly upset. I've seen neither of them since they left early this morning, Sergeant. Something must have happened to them. One of them might be late getting here, Edna, but it is odd that neither your uncle nor Ted have arrived. What can we do? How about Bossy's claim? Would he be there? Claim? He has no claim. The postmaster at Elk Station says he filled out a form. Well, he did go to Elk Station a week ago. He wouldn't tell me why he went, but I suspected it had something to do with his search for the lost Russian mine. Well, and if he found the mine, you don't know where it is. No, I don't. And there's just one way to find him. How? The fact that both men have failed to return would seem to indicate that they're together. But Ted went to trail a wolf. Well, that's how we can find them. I know those covered Ted's tracks by now, but I know where he picked up the wolf's trail. It's a blood trail and King can follow it. Oh, of course. I didn't think of it. You may be able to find Ted and perhaps your uncle as well. I'll get my parking. We'll start it once. Accompanied by Edna, Sergeant Preston returned to the spot where early that morning he had shot and wounded the wolf. King bristled when he caught the sand. Find him, fella. Find Wolf. Wolf! Wolf! Wolf! There he goes. He's following the trail. Come on, Edna. We'll have to move fast to find Wolf King. In the mind of Yukon King, this was a wolf hunt that would end only when he had run down the sounded beast. He was soon far ahead in the arctic twilight with Sergeant Preston and Edna following his tracks in the snow. Meanwhile, inside the lost Russian mine, Ted Bowen and Bossy Buckman had escaped serious injury. They sat beside a small fire they had built of timber fragments. I think this really is the lost Russian mine. That's right, Ted, but it'll do me no good now, or you either. How do you mean? Well, I had big plans for you and Edna. Yes, sir, great plans. I don't understand. Well, I knew you and Edna wanted to get married. Well, last week when I located the entrance to the mine, I went to Elk Station, made out a claim for you and Edna. You mean you wanted us to have the mine? Yeah, I'm getting old. You know, good to me. So I wrote a letter to Sergeant Preston, explained things, told him to file the claim and bring you and Edna to receipt when he came up this way. Why? Well, Sergeant Preston came this morning. But he didn't say anything about it. He didn't? Then why did he come up here? He was investigating a robbery. What's that? Look, it's a wolf. And we've got no weapons. Not even a knife. Watch him, Bossy. Get a club, quick. He's a killer. Stay close to fire, Bossy. He's afraid of fire. Critters not afraid of anything. Hey, get away. Get away. Both men looked frantically for something that could be used as a weapon against the infuriated beast, but they found nothing. Their rough boots they knew were their only means of defence. Sticking close to the fire, they lashed out with their feet. And then, out of the darkness, suddenly appeared another huge beast. Someone take him. We're in for it now. That's not a wolf. It's a husky. He jumped the wolf. I know that dog. It's King. It's Preston's dog. Get him, King. Glory be. He's got that critter by the throat. Kill him, King. Kill him. He's got King down. No, he hasn't. King's up again. Come on, King. Meanwhile, Sergeant Preston and Edna had no difficulty following King's newly broken trail in the snow. They followed it along Wolf Creek, and then suddenly the mountain stopped in his tracks. Edna, look up there at the left. See that light? Oh, yes. I can just make it out. Must be a miner's lantern. Did your uncle have one with him? Yes, he did. Call out if he's there. He'll answer. All right. Bossy! Oh, no, I answered. You'd better investigate. What about King? No, he'll find us. Come on. Mounted Edna pushed through the snow-covered underbrush to the demolished entrance of the lost Russian mine. The lantern cast a flickering glow over the rubble and the mining gear that Bossy Buckman had dropped there. This is his lantern and gear? Oh, yes. And something's happened here. Looks like a mine entrance. See the timbers? But it caved in. Uncle Bossy may have been caught in. You know, boy, these fresh footprints in the snow prove that. Oh, maybe. Freeze, Mounted Edna! What? Sergeant Preston wheeled to see Trig Maxwell and Jess Nixon appear from the darkness. And Trig's hand was a rifle, and it was level at the Mounties' heart. Trig Maxwell and Jess Nixon. I hardly expected to find you two here. We figure this lighter draw flies. Now get your hands up. I'll take his gun, Trig. Keep him covered. You'll never get my gun. Oh, please, Sergeant. They'll kill you if you try to stop them. If I let them get the gun. Hey! Grab him! Grab him, Jess! Trig Maxwell's bullet grazed the Mounties' arm. Before Preston could jerk his own gun from his holster, Jess Nixon closed in. Don't shoot. Trig, you'll hit me. Hang on to him, Jess. I'll help you. Trig Maxwell swung his rifle as a club, and caught the Mountie on the head with a glancing blow. Preston went down, but kept fighting. He's down. Hold him, Jess. I'll finish him off. Stop. You're killing him. I can't hold him. Trig, slug him with a gun. Hey, Jess, look! It's a dog. Let go of me! I'll try to get a shot at him, Trig. Don't shoot. You'll hit me. Get him, Trig. As King sharp fangs grip Trig's gun arm, piercing the heavy parka sleeve, Sergeant Preston scrambled to his feet, his gun in his hand. Got that rifle. Get off this dog. Get him away from me. Get your hands up. You'll never get me if I can get free of this dog. I'll pass you. Come on! Hang on to him, Ted. Hold on. Good work, Ted. I'm King. Come on, boy. All right, you two. In a matter of seconds, Trig Maxwell and Jess Nixon were prisoners. While Sergeant Preston searched them, Ted and Bossy told how King had killed the wolf and then led them through a crevice out of the mine. Never find our way out if it hadn't been for King. He'd trail the wolf in there. Until he showed up, Bossy, and I thought we were in there for life. Bossy, look here. That's it. That's the letter I wrote you. I never got it. I found it in Maxwell's pocket. Maxwell? Maxwell, I arrest you and Jess Nixon in the name of the Queen for the murder of the male sled driver. Murder? You mean these two are killers? This letter was on the sled that was round and the driver killed. They learned you'd discovered the lost Russian mine. They came here. You know what happened this morning? We sure do. They thought they'd buried us for keeps. Then they went to Alk Station and made out a claim paper naming themselves as the discoverers of the mine. Here's the form they filled in. Oh, but thanks to King and a wounded wolf, they didn't get away with it. Ted, you promised me a wolf hide for a souvenir. And I've got it, Sergeant. It's right back there in the mine. Then, King Old Boy, this case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Wednesday's adventure. Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice are never sold in bags or bulk. As mother knows, quality comes first in a food. That's why the famous breakfast cereals, Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice are made from only the premium grains of wheat or rice. And they rate high in nourishment, too. Every delicious spoonful gives you added food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin, and iron. To get the original, the crisp, fresh, nourishing wheat or rice shot from guns, always buy the big red and blue Quaker packages. The packages with the smiling Quaker Man on the front. Get the one and only delicious Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice never sold in bags or bulk. Listen Wednesday when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of restitution. Jim Bledsoe was president of the Seattle Bank. When it was closed by an unexpected run, he disappeared. And one day I got a letter that said King and me looking for him. Before we found him, we encountered two criminals who were out to get both Bledsoe and me. 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