 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, swiftness and strongest lead dog of the northwest, blazing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest mounted police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. Un-King, on you have gained! 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. It's the way Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice disappears at breakfast time. These ready to serve cereals hit the spot from first to last delicious spoonful. Yes, wheat or rice shot from guns is exploded up to eight times normal size to make it crisp and tender. Tomorrow morning, fill a bowl with Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice. Top with fruit, like say, sliced bananas. Add milk or cream and sugar. Talk about swell tasting. Say, just you watch it disappear, but fast. Hobo was a big dog, a cross between a St. Bernard and a Husky. He was extremely likable. He had hundreds of friends in and around Dawson, and he was welcomed wherever he went. But he never stayed in one place for long. One of the worst-mounted headquarters was one of his regular stops, however. He had a great admiration for King and for Sergeant Preston, and he would always bring the Sergeant a present. Hey, Sergeant, what are that big dog coming down the street? Virgin. Oh, they weren't pointing. Oh, yes, that's Hobo. Here comes Hobo King. Hey, who does he belong to? No one. No one? What a lead dog you'd make. That's where you're wrong, Jim. Not that he hasn't been broken to harness he has, and he doesn't mind hard work. Why shouldn't he make a good lead? Because there isn't a leash or a run that can hold him. He's afflicted with wanderlust. Sometimes it hits him even when he's in the harness. The rabbit should cross his trail. He'd run into the woods after to forget all about the sled behind him. But he could be trained. Just try it. He's always terribly ashamed when he does something wrong, and he asks so hard to be forgiven that you can't possibly punish him. I could get tough with him. Perhaps it wouldn't help, though. He'd be doing the same thing again 15 minutes later. Oh, here he comes. What's that in his mouth? A present for me. He always brings one to pay for his suffer. Well, what is it? There's no telling. This time it's... Oh. It's a dead fish. Yes, as ripe as they come. Thank you, Hobo. You thank him? Well, he probably considers it a very valuable gift. King, take it into the woods and bury it. King had to bury most of the presents that Hobo brought the sergeant. But Hobo continued to bring them because he was always getting into the sergeant's debt. For instance, one afternoon, as King and the sergeant were walking down Front Street, they saw a prospector who was leaving a pack horse lashing out at Hobo with a long whip. Come on, King. Let's see what Hobo's up to now. What's the matter with you? I'm freezing. Get away from my horse. I'll show you. What's the matter here? Oh, that dog. I don't know what's the matter with him. Look at him trying to jump up on my horse's back. King, make him be quiet here. There, he'll behave. Now, let me explain about Hobo and old Red here. You just bought Red, didn't you? Well, yes, sergeant. The day before yesterday, that is. From Cherokee Bill. How shy, sergeant. Well, one day about a year ago, Cherokee was leading old Red down the street and Hobo came up to say hello. Red had a pack saddle on, but he wasn't loaded just as he is today. Hobo had a little cut on his front paw and he was limping, so Cherokee asked him if he'd like a ride. Then he lifted the dog up on the horse's back and he rolled the whole length of front street. And ever since then, if Cherokee were leading Red, and if he weren't carrying supplies, Hobo would get a ride. That's what he wants now. A ride? Yes. Ha, ha, ha! Of all the highfalutin' dogs, Hobo takes the cake. A ride he wants. Well, if old Red don't mind, I don't. You could have your ride, Hobo. Get going, everybody. Look at him sitting there as if he owned the world. I swear, sergeant, I never saw the like before. Well, come on, Red. Here's Majesty wants to see the town. The prospector started down the street, chuckling to himself. But in Hobo's mind, it was the sergeant who had saved him from a whipping and had arranged the ride. The next morning, young Constable Downey called the sergeant to the window of the barracks. Cover and take a look, sergeant. Your friend Hobo's bringing you another present. I was afraid of that. I did him a good turn yesterday. What is it this time? Looks like a bundle of clothes. Hobo! What's the matter? That's a baby! It was true. Hobo was trotting toward the barracks, carrying the Martin's year-old daughter by the back of her dress. A little girl crowed and gurgled and was having a wonderful time until the sergeant reached her and lifted her in his arms. Then, she started to cry. Thank you, Hobo. Doesn't seem to be a little mad, perhaps. I think she was enjoying her ride. Nancy Martin, her mother and father lived just outside of town on the river. Take her home. Hey, here comes a woman. See the mother? Oh, yes. Hello, Mrs. Martin. Oh, is she all right, sergeant? Here, I'll take her. There she is. She hasn't been hurt, I'm sure. Hold on this carrying her by the back of a dress. Yes, I saw that. I knew he wouldn't hurt her. You're a good dog, Hobo, but you just don't have any sense. King wouldn't do a thing like that. You ought to be ashamed of yourselves. Don't look at me like that. I didn't mean any harm. What happened? Why, Nancy was playing outside the cabin and I was baking some bread. I went inside to see how it was coming along and when I came out, well, the little tyke had crawled all the way to the bank of the river. Hobo was watching her and just as she reached the very edge, he picked her up by the dress and started toward town with her. I called to him, but he didn't pay the slightest bit of attention. He kept right on going. Now, why do you suppose he brought Nancy here? Well, he may have thought she was lost but we'd take her home. Play and sing. Could it be he's smart instead of dumb? No, no, I could never believe that. But you did save her from falling in the river, Hobo, and you deserve a reward. Now, you come home with me and I'll give you a good dinner. Come on now. Goodbye, Sergeant. Goodbye, Mrs. Martin. Sergeant. Yes, Constable. You better discourage Hobo from bringing you any more presents. I'll do my best, Constable. You can depend on that. But it was shortly after that that the cold weather set in and Sergeant Preston left Dawson for the first of his winter patrols. The patrol lasted nearly a month. On his last night out of Dawson, he made camp on the banks of the Yukon near Gonaway Creek. At one o'clock, King sprang to his feet and growled a warning. Instantly, the Sergeant was awake. What is it, boy? The fire had almost burned out. There was a light snow falling and the Sergeant was unable to see anything. Suddenly, King's tenseness relaxed. He barked and wagged his tail. A moment later, Hobo came rushing up to the Sergeant and dropped a hunting cap at the Sergeant's feet. Hobo, what a time to play your visit and another present. Now, just where'd you get this? Hobo raced around the campfire in a wide circle, barking a welcome. But the Sergeant's expression changed as he examined Hobo's gift. Hey there. There's a big stain. Frozen, of course, but it's blood. Hobo, come here. Come here this minute. Take it, Hobo. Go on. Take it back. Hobo thought the Sergeant was inviting him to play. He picked up the cap, raced around the campfire once more, and then dropped the cap at the Sergeant's feet again. Oh, fine. A cooperation from him, King. Guess I'll have to leave it up to you, boy. Here, smell. Oh, fine, King. Fine. King understood. The Sergeant wanted him to follow the scent on the cap. He lifted his nose to the wind that was blowing from the north. There was no help there. Nothing doing, King. No clue in the breeze. Oh, that's all right, boy. Hobo's tracks won't be completely covered over yet. We can follow them. Come on. The Sergeant took a small hurricane ladder and from his sled lit it and started south in the direction from which Hobo had come. He found the big dog's tracks and pointed them out to King. There, boy. That's the trail. Follow it. Oh, wait just a second, King. Let's have another look at you, Hobo. You're wearing a harness, aren't you? Here's the end of a trace still snapped to it. You chew through this, Hobo. Give a harness to a sled. You chew through the traces. Now, where'd you pick up this cap? Go on, King. Follow the trail, boy. King started out with Hobo trotting by his side and the Sergeant following close behind. In 10 minutes, he was unable to see the tracks that Hobo had made, but King was following a scent and never hesitated. Half an hour later, they came to the edge of the forest. A little farther on, there was a clearing and in the clearing, the Sergeant could make out the dim shadow of a cabin. There was no light, but King growled. The Sergeant put out the hurricane ladder. Go on, boy. At the side of the cabin, there was a series of half-filled hollows in the snow. A dog team had burrowed here. I guess as you chew through your traces here, Hobo, the wind's blowing from the direction we've come. You decided to pay King and me a visit and we've brought your usual presents. King was standing in front of the cabin, growling low and sniffing at the crack beneath the door. All right, boy. We'll take a look inside. As soon as the door was opened, King trotted in. It was impossible for the Sergeant to see anything. He stopped in the doorway to light the lantern once more. King was standing in the far corner. As the Sergeant walked toward him with the lantern, he turned. He looked up into the Sergeant's face and whimpered. A man was lying on the floor face down, bare-headed. It was easy to see where the blood on the cap had come from now. The Sergeant turned the man over. He placed his ear against the man's chest. Still alive, King, but he's been badly beaten. They've got to get him to a hospital and they're fast. We'll continue our story in just a moment. A magician. Yes, on this empty table before me, by merely waving my magic wand, I shall produce a tiger. Cresto. Magic. Look. 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Simply ask mom right now to order those famous big red and blue packages with the smiling Quaker man on the front. He's your guarantee that you're getting the original, the one and only Quaker Puff rice and Quaker Puff wheat. Now to continue our story. It was eight o'clock when the sergeant reached the hospital in Dawson with a man he had found in the deserted cabin, but it was still quite dark. The sergeant waited for the doctor to complete his examination, and then he drove down Front Street toward Mary Milton's restaurant. Bobo ran along beside the team. There was a light in the restaurant, the only one in the block. It was still the middle of the night as Dawson was concerned. As the sergeant opened the door, he saw Mary sitting at one of the rear tables. She was crying. A middle-aged man was standing beside her, and the sergeant recognized him as Charles Martin, the manager of the trading company. Sergeant Preston. Yes, Charlie, good morning. This isn't a good morning for me. I was just about to go over to headquarters and report a robbery. Your store? He's been living in back of the store. Well, when I unlocked the place this morning, I found the safe wide open and all of the gold gone. Well, that doesn't mean Phil took it. Well, he's gone, Mary, and without saying a word. He told me he was going. But you've admitted that he wouldn't tell you where or why. I won't believe he stole your gold. Charlie, does this cap belong to Phil? Why, he wore one like it. Let me see. What's his last name? Camel, Phil Camel. Yes, I do. Where is he already? Mary, this is a strange case, and I have very little to work on. You said that Phil told you he was leaving town. What was that? Last night, it was about 10 o'clock. I was just getting ready to close up when he came in. I knew there was something wrong the moment I saw his face. Mary? Oh, hello, Phil. I'll be ready to go as soon as I put these dishes away. Mary, I... I have some work to finish up tonight. Tonight? Oh, but why? It isn't the first of the month or anything. I have to get my books up to date. I'm going away. What for? To buy birds? No, no, I'm all through with the company. Mary, this is goodbye for us. It's what? Something's happened. I thought maybe it was possible to forget and start all over up here. But that isn't true. I haven't told you anything about my past. You never ask any questions. Why should I? I wasn't interested in your past. But you guessed there was something wrong just because I didn't say anything. No, I didn't. And I still don't believe it. Or even if you have done something wrong, it doesn't matter now, you and I are all that matter. Our future. There isn't going to be any future for you and me. I mean it, Mary. This is goodbye. I'm leaving tonight. Oh, you can't! There's no sense in talking about it. Goodbye. That was all he said. He left me standing right here. I see. Now, what about the robbery, Charlie? Well, the safe was opened when I got to store this morning. The gold was gone. And so were most of Kill's belongings. That's all. Where is he, Sergeant? In the hospital. There was a cabin last night about 15 miles north of here. What? You mean he's hurt? He was unconscious then. He still is. He's been badly beaten up. A concussion. I don't know whether he stole your gold and not, Charlie, but he didn't have it with him. There had been other men at that cabin. Perhaps they have it now. I know the direction they took, but I had to bring Phil back here. I'm going to report to headquarters and then I'll hit the trail again. I'm going to talk to Mary. I'll see you both later. The first person the sergeant met when he opened the door at headquarters was young Constable Downey. Hello, Sergeant. Welcome back. Isn't that Hobo out there with King and the team? Yes. Where's the inspector? He's gone down a white horse. I've been in charge for the last few days, but now that you're here... You're still in charge. I'm working on a case. What? Robbery, perhaps murder. Sure thing. As the two men loaded the sergeant's sled with fresh supplies, the sergeant gave Downey a full report on the case. But there was one detail that stuck in the Constable's mind. It was Hobo's present that led you to camp. Yes. I may have a lead for you, Sergeant. What? I saw Hobo in town last night. He was pulling a sled, working as a lead. Jim, the man, the men who were driving the sled, what about them? Men, two of them. They were down the street of ways. Anything will help. Caraboo parkers, hoods were pulled up over their heads. Was Camel one of them? No, I'm sure of that. These were bigger men. But in town last night. Isn't there any chance of Camel talking? No, not for a while. No sense in the waiting. I know the men who were with him headed north from the cabin last night and there's only one town between here and the border. Forty miles. Right. Crowded with miners, too. You like looking for a needle in a haystack. Well, he knows them. He knows their team and when Hobo meets anyone he knows, he tells the world about it. I'll admit his testimony wouldn't amount to much in court, but if he says hello to two men with Caraboo parkers and I find gold on their sled, well, that's the only chance I have. Goodbye, Jim. Good luck, Sergeant. All right, King, up front, boy. Come on, Hobo, we need your help. I'm King! Late that afternoon in the hotel at Forty Mile, Hex Norwell burst into the room with Red Crocker. What's the matter with you? Monty just came into town. What about it? I knew he shouldn't have stopped here. You found another lead dog for us? I found the one that ran away. What? Yeah, he's with a Monty. What if the Redcoat found Campbell? Take it easy. What if Campbell taught? Dead men don't. But he wasn't dead when we left. He couldn't have lived for an hour in that coat. He might have. How come that big dog's with the Redcoat? Just attached himself the same way he did to us. Where is this Monty? He was driving his team around in bag. I'll take a look at him. There's a window at the end of the hall up here. There were a number of teams tied up in back of the hotel. And as the sergeant was unharnessing his, Hobo broke away from his side. Oh? Well, King, it looks as if Hobo's found some friends already. Just take a look at them, boy. I heard the sled they've been pulling. As the sergeant walked over to Hobo, the big dog proved that it wasn't impossible for him to learn a lesson. The episode of the Martin's baby had impressed on him that it was wrong to take things that belonged to other people, even to make the sergeant a present. The stained hunting cap was sticking out of the sergeant's parka. Hobo whimpered apologetically, gently pulled the cap from the sergeant's parka, and carried it over to the sled and dropped it there. Then he looked up into the sergeant's face and asked for his approval. That word belongs, Hobo, on this sled? Good boy. Now all I have to do is find out who owns this sledding team. And just in case they show up while I'm inside the hotel, you stand guard here, King. Understand, boy? Guard this sled. The sergeant started for the hotel. The two men watched him from the window on the second floor. I guess that proves it, doesn't it? That was Campbell's camp. I recognized it. The Mountie found him. He's talked to him. He's coming in here. No rest. Shut up. We've got to get out of here. How far would we get? No. We've got to take care of that Mountie before we leave. How? In the same way we took care of Campbell. He'll ask about us at the desk. He'll be coming up to our room. Well, we'll be waiting for him. Come on. The sergeant climbed the stairs to the second floor slowly. The gathering dusk made the long hall very dark. He had to look closely to make out the room numbers. 217 was near the back of the building. He knocked. Come on. The sergeant opened the door. There was a man inside sitting at a table riding by the light of an oil lamp. Are you Crocker? No. What do you want with him, sergeant? You must be Norwell. That's right. Won't you come in and sit down? Yes. As the sergeant stepped into the room, Red jumped on him from behind the door. He cut off his wind with a vice-like forearm around his neck and raised his gun to bring it down on the sergeant's head. I've got him. But yet you haven't? No. He struck Red when sailing over the sergeant's head and crashed into the table, locking it over. The sergeant jumped on top of him, twisting the gun from his grasp. There's nothing like guilt to make a man give himself away. You're under arrest. The second man stepped up behind the sergeant and brought his gun down on his head. I got him good. Not good enough for me. Don, he's out cold. We can leave him here. Hey, fire. What? The lamp that smashed the oil's burning. Stamp it out. No. I'll get the gold quick. Let the place burn. We'll lock him in here. Hurry up. There is no explanation for the sixth sense that always warned King the sergeant was in danger. The dog had been ordered to guard the stranger's sled. But his intelligence was such that he knew when to disobey an order. And yet he had no intention of leaving the sled unguarded. Hobo was commanded to take his place. And Hobo seemed to understand the command. At any rate, he took King's place as King ran toward the rear entrance of the hotel. The rear door was closed. King ran around to the front. Two men were entering the hotel, and King slipped in with them. He streaked across the lobby and up the stairs. Then, down the long hall to the room where the sergeant was lying unconscious, he leaped against the door. The room clerk had seen King enter. There was a rule against dogs in the hotel, and now the clerk came panting down the hall after him. He saw the smoke seeping under the bottom of the door. Come on in, Thunder. Fire. Hell, fire. Where's my key? The flames in the oil had crept as far as the table, and one leg was burning. The clerk hurried to put it out, but King went straight to his master and licked his face. I'll give you a hand in a second, Sergeant. Oh, King, oh, boy. You know, maybe you better just lay where you are. No, help me up. Okay. Where were the two men who were in here? Search me. They didn't come down the front stairs. And they must have used the back. I still have my gun. Yes. Let's go, King. Out in back of the hotel, Hobo stood at bay in front of the sled. Get out of the way, you mutt. Grab hold of him. Pull him aside, Red. I'll teach him. I got the team harnessed hurt. He needs a safe treatment. We gave the sergeant... The blow knocked Hobo aside, but only for a second. For the first time in his life, he lost his temper, and he jumped it. Red had knocked him down. Shoot him. Shoot the car right here. No, don't dump that gun, or I'll do the shooting. Trust him. Drop it. It's okay. Put him up now, Hobo. Good dog. You two are under arrest in the name of the Queen. It was a week later that King and the sergeant stopped at the open door of Phil Campbell's room in the hospital. Mary was sitting at Phil's bedside, and the sergeant listened to their talk for a moment before he entered. Quiet, boy. Is it all clear now, darling? Not entirely. Well, Crocker and Norwell threatened to send me back to jail to help them rob the company safe. I told them they'd have to wait for my answer, but I had no intention of helping. I decided to go back to the States and serve the rest of my term. I was going to leave Dawson the night I said goodbye to him. I understand that, but afterwards... What happened afterwards that night? Well, I can't tell you much. I'd finished with the books, and I was just putting them back in the safe when they came in. They knocked me out. And took you with them when they left town in that cabin. Oh, Phil was so lucky. For Hobo and Sergeant Preston and King. Lucky, Mary? I'm still going back to take my medicine. A year isn't so long. We'll be waiting for you. We? Hobo and I, didn't I tell you? He seems to have settled down at my place. The whole town is surprised. I guess he never realized before what a nice place a restaurant could be. If you're there, Mary. Don't ever forget that, darling. It looks to me, King, as if the case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Monday's adventure. Fellows and girls, picture yourself up there in the Yukon. Dog sledding or riding hour after hour like Sergeant Preston. You'd soon find out that real stamina calls for a nourishing he-man breakfast. So check up on your breakfast tomorrow morning. Be sure it includes a delicious heaping bowlful of Quaker Puffed Wheat or Quaker Puffed Rice with milk or cream and fruit. Remember, in these famous cereal shot from guns, you get extra food values of restored natural great amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and iron. Ask for Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice in the big red and blue Quaker packages. Never sold in bags or bulk. Listen Monday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case the doctor disappears. When Phil Carver's little boy became seriously ill and Dr. McComb couldn't be located, King and I took on the job of tracking down the doctor. We didn't know that he was being held prison by a pair of dangerous outlaws, and that all of us, including Phil's family, would soon find ourselves at the outlaws' mercy. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Monday. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trendall, directed by Fred Flower Day and edited by Fram Stryker. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. 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