 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered regions of the wild northwest, Quaker Pop Week and Quaker Pop 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 Monument Police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. 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 Week and Quaker Pop Rice bring you the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his Wonder Dog Yukon King as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. Going, going, gone. That's the way Quaker Pop Weeder Rice disappears at breakfast time. These ready to serve cereals hit the spot from first to last delicious spoonful. Yes, Weeder Rice shot from guns is exploded up to eight times normal size to make it crisp and tender. Tomorrow morning, fill a bowl with Quaker Pop Weeder Rice topped with fruit, like, say, uh, sliced bananas, add milk and sugar, and say, do you know what? There's no beating this eating. That's what. Ben Taylor was a kindly old prospector who lived in his cabin near his claim about two miles outside the little settlement of Dundee. Old Ben's grandson Bobby, ten years old, lived with him. Bobby was an orphan and thought his grandfather was the finest and bravest man in all the Yukon territory. Old Ben had built himself up in Bobby's estimation by the many heroic tales he told the boy. Though the people in Dundee laughed at Old Ben's habit of stretching the truth, they regarded him as a harmless and liable old sourdough. One cold, bleak day as he and Bobby journeyed the two miles to the settlement by dog sled. Old Ben, as usual, was telling the boy of his various past adventures. Yes, like I was saying, Bobby, I've done my bit to bring law and order to this year. Yukon territory? Yes, sir. Well, I recollect the time that you mean you belong to the Maudi's grandpa? Well, I didn't say that, son, but I reckon they would have took me on if I had told them I was willing. Get up! March! Oh, where was I? Oh, yes, like I was saying, I recollect the time I was over in Selkirk when there was a ruckus in the Trayton Post there. She was like a big, tough crook from Whitehorse who'd come to Selkirk and was holding up the Trayton Post just when I was mushing by with my dog slander. Gee, what did you do? Well, I stopped my sled, pulled out my stick, sure it went barging right on in. I can tell you, Bobby, that robber liked to drop in his boots when he saw me standing there looking mean as if busy. Oh, gosh, then what? Well, what you expect? He dropped his gun, put up his hands, and gave up right then and there. Even a Maudi couldn't have done that good. No, sir. Mother Weber at the Trayton Post and Dundee told me once about a Maudi named Sergeant Preston and his dog King. I bet they would have caught that robber, too. Sergeant Preston of the Maudis, huh? Funny thing, but I was just going to tell you about the time I helped him track down a couple crooks. Sergeant Preston and King? King. Oh, his dog. The one Mother Weber told me about. Oh, you meant Preston's dog King. Well, why didn't you say so? Sure, sure, Bobby. Preston and King are good friends of mine. God. Why didn't you tell me that before, Grandpa? Why? Just never come from a mile, I reckon. Mother Weber said King won't mind anyone but Sergeant Preston. Now, just between you and me, Bobby, I happen to be the only other person that King will mind. Why many is the time when Sergeant Preston and me and King was tracking down some chup crooks? If Sergeant would say to me, he'd say, Ban me, say? Even King respects the way you can quit drawing a crook the way you... Hi, sir, Mother. What's it? Hey. Hi, sir. That dog sledding two men up ahead is coming from the side. Like they were fixing to cut us off. Well, love, Grandpa. Both those men have things over their faces, so only their eyes show. Jumping, Judy. Maybe they're fixing to hold us up. And me with all my gold in the sledding. Hold it there, everyone. Hold it there. Hold it. Hold it. Hold it. Hold it. Hold it. Now, look at here, mister. It's quite cold in here. Get up. You heard what he told you? Hey, that dog... We've been watching you. We know you do pretty well at that claim of yours. And we figure you might be bringing in the take from your claim right now. Oh, no. No, I... Take him away, Grandpa. If they knew you used to help Sergeant Preston... Get up, kid. Have you heard that, dude? Yo, Gordia told his kid he used to help Sergeant Preston. Must have swept out his cabin with those stubby whiskers he is. Yeah. Look at him shake, will you? And I'm just cool, that's all. You're gonna cough up the gold you got? Or do we have to shake it up? No, wait, wait, wait. Now, it's under the covers of the sled. Now, get it. It isn't much, but it's all I have. See this bag. You made that. So bad, right? If my grandpa gets mad, you'll both be sorry, I bet. Won't they, Grandpa? Yeah, quiet, Bobby. Quiet. Well, Gordia, are you gonna get mad at us? What do you want us to... Oh, no, no, I... I'm not mad at anybody right now. You see... Ah, come on. Look, before they all catch us, ship us right out of his pocket. Yeah. Let's go. Right. Right. There you go. Yeah, there they go with three months of my taking the claim. Well, don't let them get away, Grandpa. Use your gun. Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure. Sure. Now I am getting mad. I'll... I'll see you. My hand is cold. But, see, Grandpa, that's all you told me about how you... Well, never mind, Bobby. Never mind all that now. We gotta go on to Dundee. Mush, you aren't gonna... Mush! It was early the following night when Sergeant Preston and King arrived in little settlement of Dundee. He was ever a trading post. Come on, King. Come on, Bob. Oh, so is the Sergeant Preston. Hello, Hans. Oh, thanks, Bling. Oh, fine, fine, Sergeant. And there is King too, yeah. Say hello to Mr. Weber, King. Ah, so, King always knows what you say, huh? He understands pretty well. You come, I suppose, to see your good friend, old Ben Taylor. Ben Taylor? Oh, I'm making a joke with you, Sergeant. I know you don't know him. He's an old prospector who lives alone with his grandson, Bobby. Poor little Bobby. He don't feel so good about his grandpa right now. But yesterday, old Ben was coming to Dundee with a boy from their cabin two miles west of here. A couple of men held him off and took Ben's little back of gold. I see. It's too bad it's snow during the night. King and I might have been able to track him. Oh, Ben feels worse about the boy. You mean they harmed the boy? No, no, no, no, nothing like that. It's Ben himself who did the damage. She knows he's always telling the boy stories about himself, making them up, you know. I see. Go on. Well, yesterday we find out that he even told Bobby that he was a friend of yours and King and that he helped you track down cooks. That's something. About the boy, huh? Well, he was here with old Ben and everyone laughing on his grandfather. And Bobby lost faith in his grandfather, is that it? Yes, yes, of course. Bobby told us, but then it said. Then everyone laughed and said that Ben didn't know you at all. Oh, poor little fella. He went away with tears in his eyes. He thought his grandfather was a hero, you see. Of course it's wrong for old Ben to tell things that aren't true, but it's worse to have that little boy lose faith in one he loves. Perhaps Bobby will feel differently and the folks around here won't laugh at old Ben much longer. You don't mean you do know old Ben such. You'll find out what I mean, Hans, in due time. Come on, King, we have something to do. Later that night, as the wind moaned about their little cabin, old Ben and his grandson Bobby sat near the warmth-giving pot-bellied stove in silence. Several times Ben glanced at the boy, but Bobby stared at the floor. Then old Ben cleared his throat loudly and spoke. Say, Bobby, did I ever tell you about the time... Grandpa. Yeah? You're going to say something, son? Grandpa, why did you tell me that you knew that, Maudy, Sergeant Preston and his dog King? Why did you, Grandpa? Well, now, son, you mustn't go feeling bad telling what happened at the trading post yesterday. Just because them folks say I... But they said you... You lied to me. They laughed at you and said you weren't brave at all. Golly, Grandpa, all this... Somebody's stopping outside. I wonder who can be stopping here tonight. Good evening, Ben. Howdy, mister. Jumpin', Judy. That big husky. Don't go to me. Don't worry. King wouldn't hurt an old friend. Would you, Father? King, did you say? No. Then you must be... Who is it, Grandpa? Bobby, tell your grandfather he shouldn't keep his old friends King and Sergeant Preston out here in the cold. Sergeant Preston and King? Oh, golly, Grandpa, you do know them. Uh-huh. At least why is that what he says? Come in. Come in. Thanks, Ben. Go on in, King. Please, Grandpa, tell King to do something. You said you were the only one beside Sergeant Preston. I could get King to do something. Well, then, tell King to lie down. Uh, he, uh, well, it seems so. Uh, lie down, King. He did it. He did it. Oh, crap, it didn't fool me after all, like they said. Look, look, Bobby, I've got a thought as to why Sergeant Preston come here. So you might be... You never were good at guessing, Ben. I suppose I'll have to tell you. Tell me. What you gonna tell me? Well, I came here to get your help, then. Oh, golly. Well, you could do it in what, Sergeant? Catching those crooks who stole your gold? I'll need your help to get them. No, no, no, no. Jumping, duty fully, I'd kept my feet. I'll shut all this wouldn't have happened. Now you come to... But I'm not joking, Ben. Not at all. Not joking? No. Uh-oh. That's worse. You know, Bobby, he always acts like that, sort of making believe he might be afraid. Making believe, you say? Oh, he does it to fool crooks, I bet. They get fooled into thinking it's a real thing, I reckon. Like yesterday... I heard about that, Ben. Of course you couldn't have any gunplay with Bobby there. Uh, see, see, now that's right. You know, if Bobby hadn't been along, I'd have... Leave that for another time, Ben, eh? Huh? Oh, yeah. So far you haven't said you'd help me catch those crooks. What about it? Oh, God, Sergeant Preston, you know he will. Won't you, Grandpa? See, even King is looking at you. I'm your king. King's asking you to help, too, Ben. Well, now it's this way. Fine, I knew you would. Now, put on your parkour and we'll step outside while I tell you our plans. By this time tomorrow night, I feel sure we'll catch the crooks who stole your gold. We'll continue our story in just a moment. Say, tell me, what was breakfast like at your home this morning? Was your family a breakfast-happy family? Did you enjoy tasty, heaping bowlfuls of Quakerpup wheat or rice? Say, if you didn't, you know what? I'd say you were missing out, that's what. That's because Quakerpup wheat and rice are the famous ready-to-serve cereals shot from guns. Yes, huge guns are loaded with only the premium wheat or rice grains. Then these choice kernels are actually exploded up to eight times normal size to make them bigger and better tasting. These king-sized grains are magnified, glorified, crispified. And most important, Quakerpup wheat and rice are good for you. They furnish added food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and iron. So take a tip, don't miss out. Check right now. See if you have a supply for this coming weekend of wheat and rice shot from guns. If not, ask for both delicious kinds. Quakerpup wheat and Quakerpup rice. Now to continue our story. After Sergeant Preston had taken Old Ben outside and discussed his plan for capturing the crooks who had held up Ben and Bobby, the Mountian King returned to the settlement where they put up at the small hotel. The following afternoon, towards sundown, Old Ben arrived with Bobby at Weber's trading post. Leaving Bobby with Mrs. Weber, the old man went to the cafe where most of the townsmen gathered. There isn't Old Ben himself. Tracking down them crooks, Ben? Well, now, maybe I have, and then again maybe I haven't. Hans Weber at the trading post told me that old friend of yours, Sergeant Preston, went through yesterday, Ben. Maybe you should have been on hand to greet him and that famous doggy here. Well, I reckon Preston and King would understand if I didn't get him to greet him. Well, look, Ben, you still aren't sticking to that story about being good friends of theirs, are you? Yeah, Ben, give it to us straight. Come on, admit you're telling us all one day. Don't reckon I got to admit anything to any of you. Then I don't want it. Tell us straight from the shoulder, Ben. How come you let them crooks get away with all the gold you had without lifting a finger to stop them? Well, now, who said it was all the gold I had anyhow? Matter of fact, maybe those crooks were the ones who really got fooled. Never can tell. What do you mean by that? Yeah, what do you mean? Wasn't it all you had, Ben? I reckon if I was to tell you, and them crooks ever was to find out that I had the biggest part of my gold hid back in a certain place inside my cabin, both you will never be surprised. Well, looks like they were outsmarted after all. If you have the biggest part hidden at the cabin, I'm not saying it's really true, mind you. When you tell her something and say it isn't really true, that's when we know it must be true. How about it, boys? What did you do? Leave little Bobby out there alone to watch over that gold for you? No, no. Bobby's over at the Weber. He's going to stay there tonight on a visit. Don't need anyone to watch at the cabin. I've got a certain place there to hide things. A place no one could find without me being mad at them. Yeah, well, you were staying over for the night, so Ben? Oh, don't reckon so. Got some things to do early in the morning out at McLean. Fact is, I'm starting back to the cabin right now. Just dropped in to get warmed up a bit before starting. We'll see you all again soon. Come on! So long, Ben! Bring in all the troops, you cat! A short time after Ben left the cafe, a rough-looking man who had been sitting alone at one of the tables got up and nonchalantly made his way toward the door, without attracting the attention of the other men. Once outside, he hurriedly walked to the edge of the settlement until he reached a small cabin. He stopped for a moment, looking back to make sure no one had noticed his haste. Then he opened the door of the cabin and entered. Hi, Duke. Aren't you going to stay a while at the cafe away? I changed my mind, Duke. You see, while I was in there, I heard something interesting. If you mean about Sergeant Cresson and the Monty's and that big doggy who's come to town, I already know it. But he hasn't got anything on it. I know that. If I'm not talking about that Monty, it was something else I heard. Well, what was it? That old geezer we took the gold from a couple of days ago came into the cafe. He was giving us the laugh by saying he's got most of his gold hid out there in his cabin. Well, well, you don't say. That is interesting. Where is old Goat Whiskey still at the cafe? Ah, he's going on home. But the short time ago. That kid being out there with him complicates things. I sort of hate to have to do... But the kid isn't there tonight, Duke. He's with the Webbers at the trading post for a couple of days. Might be a cinch for us to get that gold. Yeah. Except for one thing. What's that? Don't forget that Monty and his dog. Even if we did away with the old man, they'd be on our trail in a day or two. I thought of it. But it started to snow higher outside. I bet he'd cover any tracks we'd make. We could go out there without the dogs and sled, get that gold, finish off the old man and come back here to hold out and not be in the wiser. Yeah. Yeah, we could at the... There's no time like the present to get moving. Come on, let's go. Meanwhile, Sergeant Preston and the Great Dog King waiting outside in the shadows had observed old Ben leave the cafe. Still keeping in the shadows, the Monty and his dog followed to the edge of the settlement, where Ben turned off on trail that led to his cabin. Though a swirling snow had begun to fall, Sergeant Preston and King waited patiently. Finally, two men whose faces and figures were indistinguishable because of the bulky pockets they were wearing trudged along the main street and then turned off on the trail taken by old Ben. King standing beside his master immediately sensed the two men going past a short distance away meant danger. The massive dog had felt Sergeant Preston's fingers tense slightly as they rested on his back. They momentarily expected to hear an order to attack. But none came. Yet King's hair bristled and instinctively a low growl started deep in his throat. Quiet came. Easy thought. Couldn't be going far without dog sleds, King. Those are the men we want to follow. Come on, boy. Meantime, Duke and Rad, unaware that Sergeant Preston and King had seen them, trudged along slowly in the snow. The wind blew the falling snow in their faces and made it difficult to follow the trail. Finally, they approached a remote cabin and noted the glow of light shining through its window. But told them old Ben had reached home. There's his cabin, man. Yeah. Now you wait here. I'll go look in the window and make sure he's alive. Be right back. I'm getting cold. He's alive. Except when I was holding a pipe by the stove. Good. Come on. We are... Get out of the way. Now, you're kind of rough for callers, aren't you? Shut up. Close the door, Duke. Going to beat the band, isn't it? How come you're traveling without a dog team tonight? Never mind a chatter. We came here for a purpose. You did? Well, what do you know? I guess you don't know who we are. I've got face. No, don't reckon I do, mister. Got a face and voices of yours, but for the life of me, I can't tell just where I heard him before. Now, let's see. Was it over...? We didn't come here to play guessing games. Don't blame me a bit. If there's one thing that gets me out of sorts, it's playing games. I'll recollect once when I was... The space shooter says you'll shut up and listen. I never talked back to a gun, mister. I'm listening. You got gold hidden in this cabin. Where is it? No, however did you find that out, I wonder. If you didn't shoot off your mouth so much, we wouldn't have found it out. Where is it? Let me see. Just where is that hiding place? You know, the older I get, the more forgetful I become. It's a funny thing, isn't it? I'll plug the old coat and then we'll search a cabin. No, no, no. Don't be so hasty. Yeah, I reckon I'm beginning to remember where that hiding place is at that. Speak up then. Ah, a funny thing. The old man don't seem to be nervous like he was the other day when we held him up on the trail. So that's where we met before. You know now that I've come to think of it... Show us that hiding place, sir. Yeah, sure. Sure. Bitch. The seven of the four boards over there in that corner. My robot is acting up tonight, so if you want to see for yourself... That's like a luxury. All right. Got my loose boards here, Rhett. You gotta have to get up though. Yeah, Bobby usually has to help me lift them. Yeah. So it takes two. Sit down there and don't move or I'll let you have it. Sit down. Sure. Sure, mister. He's shaken now, all right. I'll help you, too. He's nothing to worry about. As Rhett walked over to help Duke and stooped down the loose and the floorboards, then slyly took a gun from inside his coat. At first his hands shook violently. Then remembering Sergeant Preston and King, he controlled himself. And grasping the gun in both hands stood up and aimed it at Red and Duke. Now! Now I've got both of you covered! What the... So you better drop that gun. Look, Rhett. I'm gonna shoot if you don't drop that gun, mister. I hope Billy comes... You better take a look at the window behind me, mister, and think again. I reckon you'll see a mountain standing there. Aiming at you right through the window. You see? This was all planned to get you to come here. It's a trick, Rhett. Ha! Yeah! That's right! And it worked, too. Yeah. Well, the party of plan was that of Marty standing outside that window with a pointed gun. It didn't work. There's nobody outside that window. Hey! There's nobody outside! But there must be! He said he'd be sure to cut... Oh! As old Ben realized that Sergeant Preston wasn't at the window as he'd planned to be, he'd stare in a dismay at the crooks before him, and the gun wobbled into shaking hands. Meantime, King would run ahead of Sergeant Preston as they neared the cabin, sniffed the tracks of the men they were trailing. Coming to the place where they had stopped, his curiosity caused him to follow the single tracks made by Red when he had gone to look in the window. The light from the window and muckled voices attracted King, and reaching his front paws up to the low window sill, the intelligent dog looked inside. King's sharp ears caught the ominous tones of Red's voice. They saw him reach out his gun toward old Ben. The great dog instinctively knew the gun would spur out death-dealing bullets any minute, and he went into action. Moving back a short distance, he raced forward and sprang. King run straight from Red, grabbing above the gun arm and knocking the gun from the lamp. Help! Help! Get him off! Do something, Duke! I'll get him down! No, I won't! This will settle you, old man! I'll shoot that dog right now! He'll live, I think. Watching, King. Ben. Ben, are you all right? Oh, I've got me! Sergeant Preston, you've got here! Yes, Ben, but almost too late. King ran on ahead, and I came as quickly as I could. King saved my life! Come right through the window like a thunderbolt! This eye took a tumble! I saw through the window how you kept one of them from shooting, King. It was a brave thing, Ben. You might have been shot. Shucks, Sergeant! Why recollect the time, right? Promise one thing, will you, Ben? No more tall stories. Right, King? Now we'll take your sled, Ben, and get these two crooks into Dundee. Go get it ready, please. All right, Sergeant. Come on, you two. Let's go. The following afternoon, a group of men stood around the big glowing stove in the trading post. I tell you, gentlemen, every word is true. Sergeant Preston himself told me to stop. Well, maybe show hands, but it's hard to believe that old Ben... Oh, here they come now, and also King and little Bob. Oh, hello. What a gathering you have here today. Ah, that is so sad. They have come to find out if it is true what you told me about old Ben. I don't believe in lying, Sergeant. Stop! There! You see just like I said. And my grandpa is a friend as Sergeant Preston's and King's. So there. He certainly is, Bobby. He stood up to those crooks last night and saved King's life. I asked for Ben's help in catching those crooks, and he didn't fail me. Well, I'll be doggone. I guess we've got to apologize to you, Ben. You're all right, amen? Yes, sir. Tell us, Ben. Weren't you scared, any? Well, no, I got to admit I wasn't much scared for a bit. But we set out to get the crooks to drop me. And by gun we did it too. I'm a bag of gold on one of them. Gramp is about the bravest man I ever told. Catching those crooks wasn't anything to some of the things he's done. Isn't that right, Gramp? Well, now, can't we think of it? I do recollect once over and sell it. Seems like King's trying to tell me something. Good be, Ben. Maybe he remembers a certain promise. Huh? Oh. Yep, smartest dog I ever knew of. What were you going to tell about when you were selling it? Oh, forget it, Bobby. Any stories I have a mind to tell, I'll let King tell him for me after this. That's the wisest decision you ever made, Ben. But at least you can tell how you helped King and me close the case, eh, King? In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of next Monday's program. Discover why Quaker popped wheat and rice win the praise of so many Hollywood movie stars. Try wheat or rice shot from guns yourself at breakfast tomorrow sure. These giant, tender, king-size grains are premium grains. They're never sold in bags or bulk. Always look for the big Quaker red and blue package to get the original, crisp, fresh, Quaker-puffed wheat and Quaker-puffed rice. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trendle, directed by Fred Flower Day, and edited by Fram Stryker. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. They have brought to you every Monday, Wednesday and Friday by Quaker-puffed wheat and Quaker-puffed rice. The breakfast cereal shot from guns. Listen next Monday when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the adventure of potluck killers. We've a mighty exciting show for you next Monday. It begins when King saves a girl from drowning, but that's just the beginning. Before we leave that girl, I'm captured by six murderers. And if it hadn't been for King, well, it's a critical moment when they decide to add me to their list of victims. Don't miss this exciting story next Monday. Till then, this is J. Michael wishing you goodbye, good luck and good health from Quaker-puffed wheat and Quaker-puffed rice. So long. For a delicious hot breakfast, eat Quaker oats. The giant of the cereals is Quaker oats. Yes, the giant of the cereals is Quaker oats. Delicious, nutritious, makes you feel ambitious. The giant of the cereals is Quaker oats. Say, boys and girls, do you want to be a star someday in sports and activities? Then start on good Quaker oats breakfast tomorrow because nourishing oatmeal gives you more growth and endurance than any other whole grain cereal. Still less than one penny of serving. 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