 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, quaker-puff wheat and quaker-puff 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 mounted police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On King, on you huskies. Gold, gold discovered in 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. Here's a bell-ringer breakfast dish, a heaping bowl full of quaker-puffed wheat or quaker-puffed rice covered with milk or cream and topped with sliced bananas. Mmm, mmm, just taste the tender Christmas, the delicious nut-like flavor of quaker-puffed wheat and quaker-puffed rice. See how lusciously they blend with the bananas and milk or cream. Before this bell-ringer breakfast treat, hurry and stock up on delicious quaker-puffed rice and quaker-puffed wheat. The Hobbs gang had been broken up by the police in Skagway. A few had been captured, but slick Hobbs and two others had managed to escape just after a big bank robbery. Slick and one of the men, Joe Jessup, were hiding out in a cabin outside of Skagway. The other man who had escaped, Ed Collins, had disappeared. One day, more than a month after the robbery, Joe Jessup entered the cabin hurriedly with a Skagway newspaper in his hand. Hey, Slick, he's been caught. They got Ed Collins. Say so in the paper box. Let me see that paper. Look, it's right there. See? Ed got picked up in Whitehorse in the Yukon Territor. Yeah. Instead of coming to this hideout, as he was supposed to, if anything went wrong, he hightailed it across the border and headed north. Seeing as how he was carrying the water dough we took at the bank, it looks like Ed double-crossed. That's easy to see. Says here the authorities of Skagway are going to send the United States Marshal up there to bring Ed back here. Yeah. That means they'll get back the dough. What's more, maybe Ed will squeal about this place. We'll have to move someplace else, Slick. Sure. Sure we'll move someplace else, all right. You and me is going to set out Pronto for Whitehorse. What's the idea? Just this. We'll start right away and lay for that Marshal along the Yukon Trail. Don't be a sap. We'll never be able to get across the border. They'll be on the lookout for us. I know how to get across without passing the border patrol. And we can swing back to the trail through Whitepass and wait for that United States Marshal, like I said. Then what? I'll take the Marshal's badge and papers, along with a warrant for Ed Collins. You can stay and hide outside of Whitehorse while I go and get Collins. And we get that dough and get rid of him for pulling a double-cross. Look, even for dead work, killing that United States Marshal's bad business. Well, you won't kill him. We'll take his outfit and leave him. Without a travel and outfit, the snow and cold and time will do the rest. But he might get the drop. You just leave it to me. Now, let's get packed and ready to make the trip. That afternoon, the United States Marshal at Skagway, Alaska, was talking to one of his deputies. Well, Ralph, you're about ready to set out for Whitehorse. The constable there will turn Collins over to me to bring back here. Better wash him clothes, Marshal, so we don't give you the slip on the way back. Don't worry, he won't get away from me. How come the Mounties was able to capture Collins? Well, the men we caught here in Skagway gave a good description of the two who got away with Slick Hobbs. One is named Joe Jessup, the other Ed Collins. The prisoners refuse to describe Hobbs. He seems to have them buff-loaded even though they're in jail. You reckon Jessup and Hobbs went across the border to the Yukon along with Collins, Marshal? Yeah, it could be, Ralph. We telegraphed the descriptions of Collins and Jessup to the Mountie headquarters in Dawson City. They issued a warning and Collins was picked up in Whitehorse. He was alone, but the other two Hobbs and Jessup might be hiding out in that vicinity. Well, my job is to get Collins back here. Well, good luck, Marshal. Thanks, Ralph. I'll get started now. Be back as soon as I can. Three days later, Slick Hobbs and Joe Jessup, who are waiting in a temporary camp along the Yukon Trail, saw a lone traveler approaching. Here comes somebody, Slick. Do you think it's that Marshal? No, no, no. It'll take a long course to find out. Hi, mister. Going far? Whitehorse. Whitehorse, huh? Well, my partner and I will probably push on to Selkirk. I hear they've made a new strike there. I'm going up on business. Oh, you're not going to dig for gold, huh? That's right. Where are you men from? We come up to Skagway from Seattle. Oh, I'm Frank Clark. This is my partner, Bill. Howdy, mister. We're glad to know both of you. My name's Evans. Evans, huh? Well, come on into the lean-to. Join us and have some hot coffee and grub. It's just about ready. I'll be glad to. Ah, here we are. Got a nice fire going, too. Have things fixed up right cozy here. Yeah, we spent the night here. Figured I'm moving along after we ate. Fire in front of the lean-to makes it warm in here. So make yourself comfortable. You might as well. Thanks. Here you are. Pour the coffee. Hey, uh, is that a Marshall's badge you have pinned in your jacket? Yes, it is. Well, what's the United States Marshall do when going up into the Yukon? I'm going up to bring back a prisoner who's wanted in Skagway. I mean, Mounties caught him up there, huh? Yes, we telegraphed a description to them several weeks ago. Here's your coffee. Ah, thanks. Ah, we telegraphed a description of another man, too. He's about your size, Bill. But he wears a black beard inside your nose. Oh, yeah. You see, Bill, it's a good thing you're clean-saving or the Marshall might pick you up. We figured the other man went up there with the one who was arrested. The Mounties will be on the lookout for him. Yeah, I hear those Mounties are mighty good at trailing a guy. That's right. They sure are. Well, see, let's finish eating and then maybe we can all travel together. That is, if it's all right with you, Marshall. Sure. Glad to have company. It's much safer than traveling alone. Fine, that's settled then. We'll get our dog teams hitched and hit the trail together. The rest of that day, Slick and Joe traveled with Marshall Evans. Joe did his best not to show the nervousness he felt, and Slick went out of his way to act friendly. So that by the time they were ready to camp for the night, Marshall had no reason for suspicion. Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho! We'll put up a canvas lean-to under that ledge over there, Marshall. That'll keep us comfortable for the night. Fine, fine. While you and Bill fix the lean-to, I'll attend to the dogs and get a fire guard. The three men made things comfortable for the night, and after eating, they settled down to sleep. Later, Joe was awakened by Slick. Got his gun, papers, and badge. Now we'll take his sled and supplies and leave him here. Let's get going. Suppose he wakes up. I got his gun. What if he does? Let's get the teams hitched. Come on. Quietly, but hurriedly, Slick and Joe loaded the sleds and got the teams ready. We're all set, Joe. He won't last 24 hours without food in our foot. Let's get away from here. Let's start his team with yours now. Marshall! Marshall! Leave him here, Marshall. Come on. No, you're not. You're getting tougher. Take this. Come on, Marshall. Marshall! Sergeant Preston and Yukon King were in the constable's office at Whitehorse when they heard a dog team come to a stop outside. Dog team's stopping out front, Frank. Yes, I heard them. I reckon I am, constable. I just came through from Skagway. Name's Marshall Evans. I understand you have a prisoner here for me. Oh, yes, Marshall. Got a telegram saying you'd be here after Collins. Oh, uh, meet Sergeant Preston. Glad to meet you, Marshall. Well, how are you, Sergeant? Oh, uh, here are the papers on Collins, along with my identification. Mm-hmm. Hmm. These all seem to be in order. I suppose you'll lay over until morning before starting back with the prisoner. No, Sergeant. I plan to leave right away. I spent last night just outside of Whitehorse, so I'm well rested. Oh, I see. Well, it is a good idea to start as soon as possible before the weather changes. Yeah, that's the way I figure. Oh, uh, constable, I'd like to question the prisoner alone for a few minutes if you have no objections. Sure, Marshall. Come on, I'll take you to his cell. He's right there. Collins, Marshall from Skagway's here. I want to talk to you for a few minutes. Oh, too many good. Oh, wait out in the office, Marshall. Call me when you're ready to take him from the cell. Sure thing. Come here, Collins. You sound like somebody slick. Holy smoke. This dim light, because of your park, I didn't recognize you. You can't get away with this. I'll tell the constable that you helped me take it. Take it easy, Ed. I rigged up a scheme to get you free. They think I'm a Marshall from Skagway. Yeah. Ed, won't you get me out of here? I don't stand a chance. Oh, no, no. Forget that kind of talk, Ed. We know you had to make a getaway that you would have come back when things got easy. Then you don't think I was trying to pull it up across? All right. Of course not. Listen, I brought Joe along. Left him in a deserted cabin outside of town. We'll head that way, pick up Joe, and we'll head back and cross the border where they won't be watching. Eh? Where'd you hide the money, Ed? I'll tell you after I know you mean to do what you say, slick. Well, all right. Have it your way. I'll get the constable to get you ready for the trip. They'll have to be handcuffed till we get out of town. Then there'll be clear saline for the three of us. The constable gave Ed Collins his belongings and took him from the cell into the office where Sergeant Preston and King were waiting with slick. Here he is, Marshall. Ready to go up. Good. We'll get started right away. I'm heading south, Marshall. I'll go with you as far as the border. You're heading to the border? Yes, the border patrol is holding a man there. I'll have to bring him back. But it'll take you a little while to get your supplies and sled ready. I'd like to get going right away. So maybe you'll catch up. Why, uh, I have my sled packed and my team's ready, Marshall, so there'd be no delay. I'll start out right now with you and your prisoner. Come along, King. Sergeant Preston and King had been gone with slick and Collins about an hour when a telegram was brought to the constable's office. A telegram, Constable? Oh, let me have it, Jake. Marshall Evans robbed of all credentials and belongings and deserted on trail by two men thought to be other escaped members of Hobbes Gang. Marshall picked up by prospector, gave following description of assailants. Both men were... Uh-oh. Bad news, Constable. Plenty bad, Jake. Sergeant Preston doesn't know it, but he's traveling south with a couple of ruthless and clever criminals. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. They say that if March comes in like a lion, it goes out like a lamb. But spring weather is... Now, if you ask me... You? Hey, I didn't see you come in. Oh? Who are you? I, uh, I'm the weatherman. Weatherman? Boy, you're the fella that can tell me. Me? Sure. What's the weather going to be like tomorrow morning? Well, uh, it depends. Huh? Well, what's it going to be like? Sunshiney, rainy, warm, cold or what? It could be. Oh, look, can't you tell me for sure? Young man, speaking of the record, that is, you can be sure of only one thing tomorrow morning. Oh, what's that? Windy, rainy or sunshiney day. I say nothing makes a day like a breakfast of Quakerpuffed wheat or Quakerpuffed rice with milk or cream and fruit. Oh, you go for the breakfast cereals of wheat or rice shot from guns. Do I? I eat a big bowlful every morning, spring, summer, fall or winter. Regardless of the weather, huh? You bet. They help supply food energy the year around. Right. Quakerpuffed wheat and Quakerpuffed rice furnish extra food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and niacin. Yep. They're good for you. They're G-O-O-D, good period. Remember, Quakerpuffed wheat and Quakerpuffed rice are shot from guns to make them crisp and tender. Yes, these king-size kernels are actually exploded up to eight times normal size to make them bigger and better tasting. They're shot through and through with bang-up nut-like flavor, too. Ask mom to get both kinds. Eat the wheat one time, rice the next. Quakerpuffed wheat and Quakerpuffed rice. Yes. Shot from guns. Yes. Now to continue. After leaving the constable's office with Ed Collins riding his sled and accompanied by Preston and King, Slick Hobbs tried to figure out how to get rid of the Mountie before stopping to pick up Joe Jessup at the deserted cabin. Finally, he decided to go right by the cabin without stopping, knowing that if Joe saw the Mountie approaching the cabin with him, the waiting man would understand and keep undercover. Slick urged the team to a faster pace as they came inside of the cabin. But as they came closer, the Marshall's dog team, which Joe had kept at the cabin, started to bark when they heard the others approaching. Marshall Evans, wait a minute. Stop your team in front of that cabin. Slick looked back and for a moment was tempted to keep going. Then, as they came abreast of the cabin, he stopped the team. Looking for you, Husky. But only stop for a minute, Marshall. Why do you want to stop, Sison? I was using that old cabin. His dog's around at the side and it's not coming from the chimney. Whatever. Probably some sourdough who decided it was a good place to hold up for a while. I make a point of checking on people who are in the vicinity. Won't hurt to look in on him. I'll be back in a minute. Sergeant, wait. I'll bring the prisoner in and come along with you. Give us a chance to warm up a bit. Come on, Collins. We left town only about an hour ago. If you want to come along, it's all right with me. Maybe you'd better leave your dog out here to sort of watch the teams. I've noticed what a smart dog he is and my team is kind of jumpy at times. Oh, well, all right. Guard the sleds, King. Watch them, boy. You walk ahead of us, Collins, to the door. Stranger doesn't open the door. He may be sick. You might as well open it and go in, Sergeant. Might as well. One room cabin. No one here. I'm here, Monty. I get behind the door when I open it. I'll reach you, you get a bullet. You didn't know a slicket bring a Monty, but it... Slick! Don't act like it. Shut up, Joe. Raising his hand, Sergeant Preston slowly turned and looked searchingly at Joe and Slick. Then he spoke. Joe? Slick. Now it's beginning to sink in. Bright boy. But not bright enough to know that he's Slick Hobbs instead of being a Marshal. Slick Hobbs, eh? Somehow you pulled a fast one to get your man Collins out of jail. I should have suspected something. You didn't seem like the type to be a United States Marshal. Well, I didn't think you'd risk your knack Hobbs to get one of your men free. I wasn't going to let you know so soon, Sergeant. But since Joe let the cat out of the bag, this is as good a time to settle things as any. That's right, Slick. Now, Joe, watch him while I take his gun. Go ahead. One move and I'll plug him. I got it. You let me carry his gun, Slick. I don't have one. You don't need a gun yet, Ed. I'll let you have it after you tell us where the money is hid, but not in front of this Monty. So that's the reason you went to all this trouble, eh? Yeah, that's it. I suppose the real Marshal Evans is dead. By now he ought to be being alone without a sleight of supplies. But you can't say we killed him. It's the same as murder. What's more, I wouldn't give two cents for Collins' chances after he tells you what you want to know. Now, wait a minute, Jimmy. Ah, don't listen to him, Ed. We're just trying to scare you. Get some raw hide to tie him up. All right. Turn your back to Joe and me, Monty. Go on, do as I say. With two of you holding guns? I guess I have to. Sergeant Preston turned his back to Joe and Slick. The next moment, Slick moved forward close behind him. Let's fix you! As Slick landed a blow with a gun butt on the back of his head, Preston fell unconscious. Outside, the great dog Yukon King heard the commotion and sensed that his master was in peril. He rushed to the cabin, barking furiously, and began scratching at the outside of the door. Here's the raw hide, Court. Hey, listen to the dog. Yeah, bolt the door, quick, Joe. The dog might manage to get it open. You know something's wrong in here. Yeah, yeah, I guess that's better. Now, Ed, tie the Monty hand and foot, and we'll toss him on the bunk over there. He'll be past help by the time he's found here. Let's get busy, huh? A short time later, Slick, Joe, and Collins were ready to leave the cabin. King was still barking and whining outside the door. We're going to have trouble getting to the sledge of that dog out there, Slick. I'm afraid of him. Don't worry. We'll get to the sledge. How about the Monty sled and team Slick? I got the team we took from the margin. You drive that, Ed. You can drive mine. I'll take the Monty's. Now, we better get going. Come on. Wait, Slick. Pull open that door. While I was in the White Horse jail, I heard stories about that dog. The Sergeant has some well-trained. Look, you can't jump me if you two just open the door wide enough for me to put the gun barrel open. I'll let that mutt have it. Now, go ahead. All right. Get set, Ed, and keep your weight against the door. All right. Ready. Now, ease the door open about an inch. Here. Here. Here goes. Hurry up, Slick. He's sleeping against the door. He won't be able to hold it. Now, I'll get him right now. Did it. Now, he's lying still. Come on. Let's go out. Gee, you got him all right. Look at the size of him. Never mind that. Let's get to the sledge and beyond our way. Come on. For a short time, King lay motionless in the snow. A crimson mark just over his ear showed where the bullet from Slick's gun had creased King's head, causing him to fall stunned to the ground. Finally, the great dog struggled to his feet whining. For a moment, he stood still as the hay slowly cleared from his eyes. And then, shaking his massive head, he sniffed at the cabin door and whimpered. King tried to shake away the sharp pain that resulted from the burning bullet crease. Then, suddenly, he forgot his pain as he heard Sergeant Preston's voice calling from inside the cabin. Come here, fella. Instinctively, the big dog at first pawed senselessly at the closed door. And then, gradually, he remembered how he'd been taught to stand on his hind feet and paw at the latch of a door. King immediately went to work pawing at the latch. Finally, his heavy paw came down solidly on the extended latch and the door swung open. King, good boy. I knew you could do it, fella. I can't get up the cords, King. The mountain lay on his side so that his bound hands faced King at the edge of the bunk. The intelligent dog sniffed at the raw hide and began chewing at the knot. Within a short time, the cord parted and Preston's hands were free. Good boy, King. I'll set up my entire feet. Oh, oh, my head. Oh, got a wallop on the back of the head, fella. Felt dizzy for a second. Oh, I can work on that knot. That's got it. I'll see if I can stand up. Well, I guess I'll live, fella. What happened to you, King? Oh, creased by a bullet, eh? One more score to settle with herbs and the others. As Preston approached the open door, he could see that his dog team and sled were gone. So they took my sled. Not so good, eh, King? No sled and no gun. Well, we will have to try to make it to town on foot. Let's get going. After walking toward Whitehorse for almost half an hour, Sergeant Preston finally saw a dog team coming toward him. Someone coming, fella. It's a constable. Hello, Frank! Sergeant, I'm glad to see you. Feeling mutual, Frank. I ran into trouble. I knew you would. Telegram came out from the left. Real martial arts. I found that out, Frank, and the knowledge cost me my sled and my dog team and my gun. That's just clever, Sergeant. That's clever enough, Frank. His hurry to get to Skagway made me suspicious. Oh, I'll admit I didn't guess to choose soon enough. How are you fixed for guns? I have my revolver and a rifle. Take your choice. I'll carry the revolver if you don't mind. Here it is. Good. Thanks. Now we'll trail those three men and bring them back. Three? Yes, I'll tell you what happens as we go along. You ride the sled, Sergeant. You must be tired. All right, Frank. Come along, King. When we reach the deserted cabin back down the trail, you can pick up their scent and lead us to them. Let's go. The short winter day was drawing to a close when Slick and the other two crooks put up for the night in a cabin along the trail. As soon as they were settled, Slick turned his attention to Ed Collins. Well, Ed? Now we have a chance to talk things over with him. What do you want to talk about, Slick? The dough? Where'd you hide it? I told you. I'll tell you that when we get back. No. You're going to tell us right now. Why are you hollering, Ed? I've got this gun on you. And you'll use it, too, if you don't give out with that information. But if I tell you now, how do I know you won't... Oh, look, Ed, why should we hurt you? Aren't we all in this together? The three of us? Well, I... Sure, Ed. We just want to know the money's safe, that's all. Well... Well, all right, I'll tell you. I stopped at the hideout cabiner's gagway before either you got there. You mean it's hid at the cabin? Yeah. I moved the cart and pulled up a floorboard. I put the money in the opening and put the board and the cart back in place. Holy smoke, it was right there all the time we were there, Joe. And we come all the way up here to find out. Yeah. Ed was going to go back there and get it when we weren't around. You're a double-crosser, Ed. No, no, no, wait, Slick, honest. I was going to... I didn't have it, Slick. Don't need to share that dough with him. Slick, Slick, I swear I wasn't going to double-cross. You're just hurt this bullet, Collins. I'll get that body. No, you don't. Ed Collins grabbed Joe and struggled with him. The two men turned and twisted, and the sergeant Preston started forward. Joe managed to press the gun into Collins' side. But before he could pull the trigger, the great dog King streaked past Preston and grabbed Joe's gun arm, pulling it away just as it went off. Take him away! Get that dog away! Don't worry, don't worry. You hurt Collins? No. The bullet went wild. The dog got there just in time. I have a chance to help, sergeant. Collins and King were all the help I needed, Frank. You saved my life, sergeant. Then so did the dog. Listen, Mountie. Shut up, Hobbs. Killin' your feet. You hurt my arm. It wasn't for that wounded arm I'd beat you to a pulp for trying to kill King. Not to mention what you did to me and the others. I'll get them back to Whitehorse, Frank, and then telegraph the news to Skagway. You can't prove nothin' against me. Yes, they can. I'll talk plenty, sergeant. Good for you, Collins. Good for attempted murder. You'll go to jail, too, Collins. But your testimony against these two might lighten your sentence. I'd say with a list of charges against them here in the Yukon added to those in the States, I'd be lucky if they ever get out of jail. That's right, Frank. All we have to do now is get them back to Whitehorse, and we can say the case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Friday's adventure. Picture yourself trailing outlaws across the windswept snow-covered Great Northwest. Yes, just like Sergeant Preston. Well, sir, you'd appreciate that real stamina calls for a nourishing breakfast. So fortify yourself every morning with a breakfast that includes a heaping bowlful of Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice with milk or cream and fruit. Remember, wheat or rice shot from guns gives you added food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin, and iron. And delicious, taste them. You just can't beat Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat. So tomorrow at your store, look for the big red and blue packages with the smiling Quakerman on the front. Remember, delicious, crisp, nourishing Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice are never sold in bags or bulk. Listen Friday when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of the innocent criminal. When the Aurora Mine Office was held up by a lone bandit, King soon picked up the criminal's trail and led me straight to the cabin where he was hiding. What it turned out, the man we found was the victim of a clever frame-up. In order to obtain the evidence needed to convict the real criminals, I resorted to a plan which didn't work out the way I expected. It brought both me and the man I was trying to clear face-to-face with death. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Friday. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created by George W. Trendle, produced by Trendle Campbell Enterprises, 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 Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. The breakfast cereals shot from guns. Remember for delicious hot breakfast enjoy Quaker Oats. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Delicious, nutritious, makes you feel ambitious. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. And here's why Quaker Oats is called the giant of the cereals. There's more growth, more endurance in oatmeal than any other whole-grain cereal. So make your hot breakfast nourishing Quaker Oats. Quaker and Mother's Oats are the same. This is J. Michael wishing you good-bye, good luck and good health from Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. So long.