 Now as gunshots echo across the wind-swept snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice, the breakfast cereal shot from gun, 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 modern police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. Gold, gold discovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the clondike 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. Hello, I sure can. Our family enjoyed Quakerpuff rice with milk and fruit and tomorrow morning we're going to eat Quakerpuff wheat. There's a family that's a breakfast happy family. Yes, there's nothing like a breakfast you really go for. Like for instance, delicious Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat. These ready to serve king-sized grains are shot from guns, actually exploded up to eight times normal size to make them crisp and tender. Tomorrow morning, why don't you enjoy this thrifty, tasty, easy to serve breakfast treat. Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat. King knew that his master was unhappy about something. After the sergeant had harnessed the team that morning, he had patted king on the head and said, All we have to do today, kings, drive up to Christmas Creek and deliver these papers to the miners on the bench. Simple enough, it's going to be one of the most difficult jobs we've ever had. Duty could be mighty unpleasant for him. The words met nothing to king. The tone was enough. He wished he could do something to cheer his master up and he made the team give one of its best performances that day. They reached the creek shortly after noon and drove on past the company buildings. Then they followed the trail that led to the higher ground above the creek. Now they were approaching a cabin. A man who was standing out in front called a greeting. Hello, Harry. King knew the man. He was one of the sergeant's best friends. King liked his face and his ready laugh. He hoped this friend could make the sergeant feel better. Hello, hello, hello. What are you doing up here, Harry? Anke and Nancy have taken me in. Broke again? Naturally. I'm paying for my board by digging gravel. You won't be for long. What's that? It's always Nancy. We've already had dinner, but she'll find something for you. I won't be a welcome guest today. Why not, sergeant? You'll hear all about it in a minute. Oh, it's that company lawsuit. Yes, Harry. But come on in. Thank you. Nancy, Hank. Here's Sergeant Preston. Tell me why you're here. Don't I, Hank? Of course not. You've come to arrest Harry. What's he been up to? Don't say things like that, Hank. I almost wish it were true, Nancy. You do not. Now come on out in the kitchen. I have a bone for you. Oh, wait, Nancy. What's wrong? I have to give Hank this paper. Here. What is it, sergeant? Court order. Restraining you from working this claim until the company suit's been settled. No. Well, that isn't fair. Well, I don't think it is either. There's nothing I can do about it. Oh, Nancy wasn't blaming you, sergeant. He knows that, Hank. It's costy as I'm blaming. Let me get this straight. We have to wait for the new government survey to be made and for the court to decide where the company's land ends. Mine begins. That's right. Maybe six months. Perhaps a year. These suits drag on. And during all that time, I can't wash out any gravel. I'm sorry, Hank. Well, how can we live? How can we get money enough to eat, let alone pay for lawyers and all the rest of it? We can, I guess. It means we'll have to sell out the car stairs. He'll only give you a fraction of what this land is worth. Naturally. Why do you think he started the suit in the first place? I won't let you sell to him. It isn't fair. There's nothing else to do. Can't you borrow money somewhere? But what security? I can't prove I own the claim. Isn't there some way of hurrying things up, sergeant? If we went to the judge and explained, I'd show you now. Oh, wouldn't do any good. Car stairs would find some way to delay things. But you don't need much money. Enough to live for a year, enough for lawyers' fees and all that. Three or four thousand dollars might just as well be a million. Well, you certainly don't have to sell right away. You can wait a little while and something may turn up. I might be able to raise some money. How? Different ways. I've grub-staked quite a few people. If any of them happen to strike gold, they'd pay me back. Sure, but that probably won't happen. You're not the only one with a claim, Hank. Everybody up here is involved in the suit. Can't you all get together and pool your money? I'm the only one who has any cash. Mine's about gone. Would it do any good to go to car stairs? I doubt it. I can't believe that anyone could be so unfair. Well, I'll have a talk with him, darling. But I'm afraid it won't do any good. Car stairs was living in Dawson for the winter. And the following day, Hank drove back with the sergeant. He found car stairs in his office and ready enough to talk with him. But when he had finished, the head of the company laughed at him. I have never heard anything so ridiculous. I had an idea you might feel that way about it. How else should I feel? My contention is that we own your land. Why should we let you take gold, darling? You don't own my land. Well, of course you will be sad. They've already decided that you can't work the claim until the case is settled. What's your proposition? Composition? I have none. I don't know what you're talking about. Yes, you do. You're willing to buy the land. Well, I must admit there's a nuisance value in your claimed ownership. How much will you pay? $2,000. Well, that's robbery. The ground's been proven. You know there's gold there. And it belongs to me. $2,000. Not a penny more. With my car stairs, I don't have to do business with crooks. I'm not starving yet. Hank returned to the creek. When he had told Nancy and Harry of car stairs offer, Harry announced that he was going to make a trip to Whitehorse. What for? I think I can raise some money there. Oh, look, you're a nice guy, Harry, but don't try to kid me. You haven't got a chance. Don't be too sure of that, Hank. All I ask is that you wait until I come back before you do anything. Promise that you won't sell until then. I won't sell until I have to. Until our supplies run out. That gives me plenty of time. I'll start for Whitehorse in the morning. Harry stopped in Dawson and told the sergeant he was making a trip to Whitehorse. Actually, he had no intention of going there at all. He made sure that a number of people saw him take the Yukon Trail to the south. Then, 10 miles outside of Dawson, he crossed to the western bank of the river and headed north. Two days later, he was camped in a wooded ravine halfway between Christmas Creek and Dawson. He stared into his campfire for hours that night, and finally he knew that his mind was made up. He was going through with it. Isn't that wrong? Carstairs is a thief of ever there was one. It isn't wrong to steal from him. A trail between Christmas Creek and Dawson wound through the hills, and at noon on the following day, Harry was wading in a clump of woods at the top of one of them. He wore an old parka. The lower half of his face was covered by a bandana. Nervously, he fingered his guns as he watched the sled coming up the hill toward him. It was a supply sled, and it belonged to the company. All the gold that had been washed out during the past week would be on board. There were two men with it. You don't like it, do you? But what about Hank and Nancy? Do you want to see them lose their claim? Do you want Carstairs to get away with his dirty deals? Maybe you don't like it, but you're going through with it. The sled was nearing the top of the rise. Harry waited until the last minute. Then he stepped on the cover of the trees and leveled his guns at the two men. Up with your hands. Stop your team. I want your gold. Hand it over and you won't get hurt. You'll get no gold from this sled. You killed it. I doubt it. I shot for his arm. You hit too. It's nothing but a scratch. Don't you try anything, mister. I'm not. First, I'll take your guns. Where's the gold? It's in that bag in front of the sled. Not bad. You'll never get away with it. I am getting away with it. You got something you can use for a bandage? You want me to bandage you? No. That man on the sled. And hurry it up. Okay. There's a first aid kit here. Harry watched the driver bandage his companions wound. Them? All right, you can go now. Go. Get moving. Get that man into Dawson as fast as you can. Yeah. The driver cracked his whip over the heads of the team. They took off down the trail. Harry waited until the sled had disappeared around the bend before he turned back into the woods where his own team was hidden. He made a campfire and bandaged his own wound. Then he started for the north. The cabin where he intended to hide out was 20 miles away. Must. It was rough country and there were many small streams. Whoever there was glare eyes, he traveled over it in order to make his trail harder to follow. And he drove the team hard. But suddenly he began to feel weak and he realized that his wound was still bleeding. He halted the dogs and tried to stop it. It was impossible. He must make the most of the strength he had left. So he drove on and finally through a mist of pain in the cabin. But there was something wrong. Oh, oh, there. Oh, no. No, I can't be. There was a dog team out in front of the cabin. There was smoke pouring from the stove pipe that projected through the roof. Someone was living in the cabin. He had thought to be deserted. His hiding place was gone. There's nothing to do about it. No help. I can't go on. Let's continue our story in just a moment. Folks, step right this way. Listen to this. Today we present to you Levrim the Mental Marvel. Yes, here he is. Spell his name backwards and you'll get Marvel. Got it? Levrim the Mental Marvel. He will now perform feats of the mind that stagger the imagination. He will answer questions that will positively amaze you. Now for the first question. Mental Marvel, are you ready? I am ready. What name is listed on page 1497 of the Chicago Telephone Directory? In the right hand column, 60 names down from the top. The name you seek is the Quaker Oats Company. The Mental Marvel is absolutely right. Amazing. It is the Quaker Oats Company. Maker of delicious Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice, the ready-to-serve breakfast cereals shot from guns. 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That's because Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice furnish added food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and dion. So take a tip. Ask mom to look for those famous big red and blue Quaker packages. Get delicious, nutritious, Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice shot from guns. Now to continue our story. After the hold-up, the company driver brought his wounded partner into Dawson and left him at Doc Munson's. Then he reported the robbery to Carstairs, who took him to the northwest mounted headquarters at once. There he told his story to the inspector and Sergeant Preston. Ten thousand dollars, Inspector, and they went quick action. You'll get it. I'm assigning you to the case, Sergeant. Very well, sir. You know where to start, don't you? I've already started. I have the man's description. I know he's been wounded. Well, it may not have been bad, but Sandy hit him. It was one of those minors up on the bench land about Christmas Creek. The driver didn't recognize him, Carstairs. That doesn't matter. It was Hank Maniz, I'm sure of it. And I wanted him to meet me at a rest. We don't make a rest until we're sure we have the right man. I'm telling you, this was his way of getting even for that injunction. The Sergeant will use his own methods. You'll start at the scene of the crime and follow the man's trail. Try to follow what you mean. The robber may have gone east, west, north, or south. He's had half a day's start. There's only one way to get quick results. And how's that? Money. I'm going to post a reward. Half of the gold that was stolen, if the man is captured and the gold recovered by six o'clock tomorrow night. You have my authority to pay it out to anyone who brings him in, Inspector. We don't need rewards for doing our job. I tell you, the Sergeant and his methods won't get results. When they hear about the reward on Christmas Creek, things will start to happen. Hank Manners did it. The others know it. They'll turn him in for $5,000. That would mean a great deal to any of them, that's sure. With $5,000, for instance, Hank Manners could fight you in court and save his claim. Yeah. Just as I thought, you were on their side. The Sergeant isn't on the side of anyone who's committed a crime. I have my own ideas on the subject, Inspector. I'm posting a reward. As you wish. It will be paid to anyone who brings in the robber with the exception of members of the force. Well, I intended to make that stipulation myself. It's been made for you. But it isn't necessary because it won't be the Sergeant who captures this crooked. If you'll excuse me, Inspector. I'll get started. Go right ahead. I have complete confidence in you. Like you say. One, King. It was a strange case for King. A confusing case. He and the Sergeant reached the scene of the hold-up late that afternoon. The Sergeant picked up a stained bandana and held it out to King. Let's belong to the hold-up, man, King. We've got to get him. But don't you understand, boy? We've got to get him. No, King didn't understand. He knew the Sergeant wanted him to follow this scent. Why did he use that grim tone of voice when he was talking about his friend? Perhaps the friend needed their help and the Sergeant was merely worried. King picked up Harry's trail easily enough. A few minutes later, he was leading the Sergeant's team along. Good boy. On, King. On, King. At that same moment, Harry was hiding the gold in the woods. Then, with his last remaining strength, he climbed aboard his sled and drove across the clearing to the cabin. Oh. Oh, there. Hold on. A big, hard-featured man opened the door of the cabin. What do you want? I've been hurt. I want to rest for a little while. You can't stop here. But I've got to. I can't... Harry lost his grip on the back of the sled and slipped to the ground. Hey, Jack, come here. This guy's passed out. Stop the bullet. Looks like he's done for. What do we do with him? I don't know. Depends on who and what he is. Take him inside and decide what to do with him later. All right. Harry was carried into the cabin and placed on a cot. A blanket was thrown over him. But otherwise, the man gave him no care. An hour later, he became delirious. Put your hands... Hey, Lou, come here and listen to this guy. What's he saying? Listen, take your gun. Sounds like he held somebody up. What's the gold? The crustacean's steel-soaked iron. Over that gold, it got him. Gold on his sled? No, just supplies and some clothes. Maybe he hid it someplace. Maybe he didn't get it. Maybe they got him instead. We'll find out. You can't make any real sense in what he's saying now. Take a look at his wound. Fix him up some enough to bring him around. Then we'll get some sense out of him. People here can't go on. Better hide it first. Hide it good. The rocks. Make sure I remember. Red rock. Did you hear that? He hid something, all right? A red rock, he said. I wonder if we can follow his back trail. It's dark, Lou. Let's try it anyway. Get a lantern and we'll take a look. When the sergeant and king reached the clearing, the cabin was dark. King! Oh, no! King ran to the door. Their friend was inside. There was a scent of other men around the clearing, but it was faint. They had gone several hours before. King scratched the door, anxious to lead his master to Harry. All right, boy. A man wounded. Harry had been sleeping. His fever gone. He woke up as the light filled the room and sprang to his feet. Hello, Harry. Oh, hello. You told me you were going to Whitehorse. Yeah, you and a lot of other people. It was to give myself an alibi. And you're admitting you held up the company's sled? You've trailed me here, sergeant. I guess you know. I always did say you were the best on the force. It was King who trailed you here. I didn't know who we were following. Look at him licking your hand. Even now he thinks we've come here to help you. Why'd you do it, Harry? Seem the only way to get the money hank needed. How's the guard that I shot? He isn't hurt badly. How about you? I feel all right now. I know. I'll have to take you back to Dawson. We'll put you in jail. I've got a coming. I don't mind that. I'm only sorry hank will lose his claim now. You can still save that for him. How? You certainly want the gold, don't you? Car stairs is offered a $5,000 reward to anyone who brings you in. That is, unless I do it. I don't understand. You will be the one to do it. So you're ready to take your medicine? I want to. And you can drive back to Dawson and give yourself up. You don't let me do that. I know I wouldn't be taking any chance, Harry. You're right, Sergeant. Well, let's see. It's two in the morning. You'll have to be there by six this evening. You'd better get started right away. I don't know if my team's still around. There were a couple of men here. They carried me inside. That's all I remember. The dog's out and back, but if there were other men here, Harry, where's that gold? Well, that's all right. I've hidden it in the woods. Well, let's get it and get you on your way. Right, Sergeant. I'll find my part. But when Harry rolled back the red rock under which he had hidden the gold, there was nothing there. It's gone. They took it. They've known where it was. It doesn't matter what they look like. One of them was big, as big as you are. Very dark and tough. He was wearing a black and white parka. I didn't actually see the other one. I only heard his voice. Are you going after them? Can't control them. You want me to wait here? No, you're still weak. You won't be able to travel fast. You'll have to start right now if you want to make it to Dawson by six. But the gold's... There are rewards for your capture. I can bring the gold in later. Come on, let's go. The Sergeant helped Harry get underway. Then he put King on the trail of the two men in their sled. Once the great dog realized what his master wanted, he led the team with an airing accuracy. They raced through the moon at night. Just at dawn, they saw a campfire ahead. Hit the team quiet, boy. The Sergeant's team drove toward the glow in silence. But the dogs around the campfire announced they're coming. The Sergeant saw two men standing by the campfire and recognized them. Lou Godwin and Jake Warren King their wanted in white horses. The men started for their sled and then changed their mind. Slipping on snowshoes, they lifted a heavy bag in their sled and then plunged into the deep forest at the left of the trail. The Sergeant stopped his team. Oh, King, hurry up, Steve, hold on. He, too, put on snowshoes. With King at his side, started into the shadowy depths of the forest. You're the one who has to find them, boy. King picked up the men's trail and he and the Sergeant followed it on and on into the forest. The sun was up now, but among the trees there was only a dim, mysterious twilight. Suddenly King growled and the Sergeant saw a hulking shadow near a great fir tree. He dropped to the ground as the shot rang out. It was the beginning of the gunfight in the forest. Two men against one. Two men who were shooting to kill. Two men wanted for murder who knew the law was on their trail. But the Sergeant closed in on them little by little. His gun answering their fires, they dodged from tree to tree deeper and deeper into the forest. And then... Jake was hit and fell to the ground. He was carrying the gold and Lou turned back to get it from him. The Sergeant saw his opportunity and ran forward just as the burly killer bet over his fallen partner. You're covered, Lou. Drop your gun and I'll shoot. You're not going to take me in. Stop him, Jake! The great dog leaped forward. Lou was running desperately, but King closed the gap between them in a matter of seconds and dove from the man's feet. And a moment later, the Sergeant pulled the outlaw up from the ground and leveled the gun at his heart. This is the end of the trail, Godwin. You're under arrest in the name of the Queen. Shortly before six o'clock that evening, Carstairs and the driver of the supply sled that had been held up were in the inspector's office. Well, your plan hasn't worked, Carstairs. No one has turned the whole up man in and there are only a few minutes to go before your deadline. It may not have worked, but it was still the best way to catch the crook. The Sergeant hasn't returned from his wild goose chase yet, has he? Not yet, but I... Come in. Sir, Harry Manners is out here. He wants to see you. What about? I don't know, sir. He'll only talk to you. All right, send him in. Yes, sir. I knew it. What? You say my plan didn't work, but it has. And I've been right all along. It was Hank Manners who held up the sled. Now his own brother is coming here to inform against him. Pay him the reward as soon as you recover the gold. With Hank Manners in jail, my suit against him is won. You're not very smart, Carstairs. I don't suppose any man is as vindictive as you could be. Inspector Conrad. Come in, Harry. What's on your mind? I want to give myself up. I'm the one who robbed the company's sled yesterday. That's a lie. It's the truth. And I hear you've offered $5,000 to anyone who turns the whole up man in. Well, I'm turning myself in and I'm claiming the reward. You're lying. You're defending your brother. No, I'm not, Carstairs. If you took the gold, where is it? I had it, but it was taken away from me. Sergeant Preston's gone after the man who have it now. Hey, withdraw the reward. You can't make me pay to him. He admits he doesn't have the gold, and he can't prove he took it. See, Joe, this isn't the man who held you up, is he? No, sir. Do you mean that after he's confessed you're not going to press charges against him? And pay him $5,000? I should say that. Then I guess we can't hold you, Harry. The men who have the gold now are the real crooks. And I insist that you arrest them. That's already been taken care of. Sergeant. You've made it. Who are they, Sergeant? Whom have you arrested? Lou Godwin and Jake Warren, sir. Godwin and Warren? But the arrest was for that murder in Whitehorse, not for robbery. Where's my gold? Right here. Every ounce of it. They had it. That's it. That's the bag he... I mean, that's the bag they took. All right, take it back to the office. Yes, sir. The matter is settled as far as I'm concerned. Inspector, I'm... I'm not going to pay any reward. Come on, Joe. They won't pay any reward, Harry. But he's giving you your freedom. It's more than I deserve. And there is $1,000 coming to you. What? The Yukon Bank in Whitehorse posted it for information leading to the arrest of Jake and Lou. You're the man who put me on their trail. But, Sergeant, $1,000... It should help Hank a lot with his suit, and both you and he can make a living. After what I did... You're a very fortunate boy, Harry. I'm glad, though, that you're getting another chance. So am I. Don't worry. I'll never get a crazy idea like that again. I promise you, King. I'll never let you down. Good. He doesn't like to put his friends behind bars. Do you, boy? No, it's all right, King. The case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Wednesday's program. Say, here's a tip. Quaker-popped wheat or Quaker-popped rice are never sold in bags or bulk. To get the famous crisp, fresh, wheat or rice shot from guns, always buy the big Quaker red and blue package. You'll go for both delicious kinds. For variety, eat Quaker-popped wheat one time, Quaker-popped wheat one time, Quaker-popped wheat one time, Quaker-popped rice the next. These tasty, king-size kernels shot from guns are made from only the premium grains. So for the best, always ask for Quaker-popped wheat and Quaker-popped rice. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trennell, directed by Fred Flower Day and supervised by Charles D. Livingston. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. They are brought to you every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at the same time by Quaker-popped wheat and Quaker-popped rice, the breakfast cereal shot from guns. Listen Wednesday when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the adventure of manhunt. I helped the man escape from jail. He was a notorious criminal who long evaded the law, and yet when he was captured, I helped him to freedom. Even though I realized that my job, my life, and my honor were at stake. I wonder how many of you would have done as I did. Be sure to hear this exciting story Wednesday. Till then, this is J. 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