 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice, the breakfast cereal shot from gun, 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 Monument Police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On King, on your skin. 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 Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice bringing you the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his Wonder Dog Yukon King as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. When you get up in the morning, there's nothing like a breakfast you really go for. Like, for instance, delicious Quaker Pop Wheat or Quaker Pop Rice with milk and fruit. These Giants ready to serve grains of wheat or rice are premium grains. 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I was just getting my husband's supper. Thank you. You don't mind. I'll lie down. Oh, you're frozen. I'll pull that for a blanket over you while you're shaking. I'll get the soup right away. That'll warm you up. It's sure nice of you. I'm a trapper. I got lost somehow. I've been wondering around for days. It's not hard to get lost around these hills. Here's the soup. It's good and hot. It'll sure hit the spot. I'm Beth Grayson. My husband's a trapper too. He started out as a prospector, but we didn't have any luck. So he's been trapping this winter to keep us going. It's the same as me. My name's Nick, Nick Smith. Well, as soon as you finish that soup, you better lie down and get warm. Tom, he's my husband. He'll be home any minute now. And we'll all have supper. As Beth hurriedly cooked the supper, she watched the bearded man who lay with his eyes closed, breathing deeply. His face looked gaunt and starved. His parka was ragged and dirty. And one boot was torn almost away from the foot that dangled from under the fur blanket. Then, suddenly, she heard running footsteps, and a door burst open as her husband Tom entered brothels. Beth! Beth! I found gold. We're going to be rich. Gold? Yes. Just by accident, I found a rich vein. Down by the creek. Oh, Tom, be careful. Don't say any more. What? Oh, who's that? Who's that man on the cot? He's a trapper. He stumbled in here about 15 minutes ago. I think he's asleep. I hope he didn't hear you. I'd better see if he's asleep. You're not awake. I guess he didn't hear you. He's dead to the word on it. Come on outside so I can tell you. I'll have to get to town tomorrow and file a claim. Where did you say it was? Well, I was sitting trapped down by the creek about five miles from here. A rock tour loose that I was standing on, a lot of dirt came with it. Oh, honey, it was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me. The creek right there must be full of gold, because the vein leads right into it. I bet we're going to be rich. Tom, I just can't believe it. Wish that man hadn't come. We can't talk about it in front of him and continue to get the claim file. Well, you'd better get back in the cabin before you freeze to death. He is. Here, honey, take my snow glasses and put them on the shelf. All right, Tom. I'll unharness the dogs and beat them while you get supper on the table. It was hard for Beth and Tom to conceal their excitement as they ate supper with a stranger who wolfed his food like a wild animal, refusing to talk until every morsel was cleaned from his plate. He drank his hot tea all in one gulp and devoured a thick piece of bread as Beth filled his cup again. Will you have another piece of venison, Dick? Yes, I sure will. I'm still a little hungry. I'm glad you found our cabin. Here's your tea. I can't remember when the meal ever tasted so good. I noticed that you lived when you came to the table. Did your foot hurt? I guess it's frostbitten. I didn't wind it around for two days. Seemed ashamed to wake you up even to eat you were sleeping so soundly. I didn't even hear you come in. That soup warmed me up inside and I dosed right off. Would you mind if I slept in your woodshed tonight? In the woodshed? Well, you'll sleep right here in the cabin. I'll fix a sleeping bag right beside the stove. I'm going to Dawson tomorrow and you can ride on the sled. The following morning was bright and fair. The early sun shone on the white snow from the sky that was clear and blue. Tom had gone out the hardest of the dogs. While inside the cabin, Nick fastened his pocket and lived over to a corner of the room where Tom's revolver lay next to his snow glasses on the shelf. Beth turned on the stove quickly. She heard the click of the gun. Well, what are you doing? I'll shoot. What's wrong with you, Nick? Get down on that chair beside the table, quick. Don't scream or the skin will go off. You yell for your husband, I'll shoot him when he comes in that door. Don't shoot. What do you want? Sit down, I said. All right. Please. Put your hands back in the chair. I'm tying you up. No, no. Get him back here. My arm. You're hurting me. Keep quiet, I said. I just forgot to make you all gaggy with this towel. I told you to keep still. Now that you keep your quiet, I'll tie your feet. Oh, still. You won't be able to get out of this in a hurry. All right, Nick. Stick him up, Tom. What? Don't move or I'll shoot. What are you trying to do? Put your hands up and keep them there. All right. Just don't hurt Beth. I'll give you whatever you want. All right now. I want that hunting knife, Nick. Keep your hands up. All right. Here it is. I'll keep it for you. Guess what's the idea of this? We're going to take a little trip, you and me. A trip? You're going to show me just where you found gold yesterday. You heard me last night. You warned us. I heard every word you said. I needed sleep and food, so I waited until after breakfast this morning to do something about it. Why, you dirty nookie. Keep those hands up. When Beth took in and fed you, now you turn around and do this. You should turn to turn around. I'm tying your hands behind your back with this rope. You'll be able to walk and lead me to your strike. Turn around, I said. You won't get away with this, Nick. Put your hands down behind you. I'll let you keep those mittens on so your hands won't freeze. You're big hearted, aren't you? If you behave and lead me to that claim, you won't get hurt. Neither will your wife. I'll bring you back here and tie you up for a day or so until I get the claim filed. Don't think I'm fooling up to believe that. That won't do you any good if you don't believe it. So don't try any monkey business. Now then, you take me straight to that gold claim. You walk ahead of me, and remember I'm the one who's got the gun. Now get going. All right. I have to have sun goggles. My eyes are weak. I can't stand the glare. Let's talk about time. Start moving. I'll ride the runners and you walk ahead of the dog team. Hurry it up, let's go. As Tom strode ahead of the dog team, his brain whirled as he tried to figure a way out of his predicament. Though the creek where he had accidentally discovered gold lay to the west, he headed east and stalled for time, hoping to meet a traveler or some friend who could help him. The early morning sun, shown on the white snow with a blinding glare, and his unprotected eyes grew watery and bloodshot. After two hours of traveling, Nick grew impatient. You can't tell me that claim yours is this far away. You aren't going to it, that's what. My craft line is 40 miles long and the creek is almost at the end of it. Well, go faster then. By this glare, I can't see very well. My eyes, something's wrong with them. Hey, pull it. Now listen to me, I'm getting sick of this. You're lying. There's nothing wrong with your eyes. I'm not lying, I can't see, I'm snow blind. Snow blind, nothing. That's just an excuse to keep from finding the place. I told you I couldn't stand the glare without my goggles. I'm telling the truth, I can't see. Well, I'll find out. Oh! Why you dirty r— If I could see, I— Well, I guess you'd tell him the truth after all. I guess you didn't see my hand coming out. Well, that blasted look. All right, get on the sled, go on. Stop pushing me. That's right here, get on it. What are you going to do? We're going back to the cabin. If I'm born any, your eyes will be bloody. This time, I'll see to it that you take me to the claim. I'll ask your wife where the creek is. If her directions don't fit yours, it'll be too bad for the both of you. Right, march! But back at the cabin, Beth had struggled with the bombs that held her. By rocking the chair back and forth, she got close to the hot stove. Twice, she burned her wrist painfully. But at last, the cinch broke broke. She strained at it. With her hands free, she got the gag in her mouth. Now, if I can, on this time I speak, I'll go to the trading post for help. I must find Tom. A short time later, Beth, going as fast as she could on snowshoes, took a shortcut across country toward the trading post. As she neared the main trail, it was necessary to descend the steep slope. But in her haste, she lost her footing and pitched headlong toward the bottom. We'll continue our story in just a moment. Man, oh man, these three famous words, shot from guns, mean a breakfast treat that really huts hard to beat. Yes, for tasting swell, you just can't beat Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat. What's more, these ready-to-serve breakfast cereals actually are shot from guns. Listen. Yes, sirree. 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A short distance away, Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Mounted Police halted his dog team and spoke to Andy Ross, the trapper who accompanied him. Okay. How ya, Husky? You hear that scream, Andy? Yes, sir. That's all I did. These big fur hoods over our ears, it's hard to hear anything. I saw him turn his head and point his ears. He seems to know something's wrong. Come on, Andy. We'll leave the team here and see if we can find anything. Right, Sergeant. Go ahead, King. The great dog King had heard the piercing scream that rang through the cold silence. Leading Sergeant Preston and Andy, he approached the still figure that lay at the bottom of the slope. Good work, King. What? It's a woman. Must've hit her head when she fell. It's bleeding. I say. That's Beth Grayson. She lives about five miles from here. She must've been taking a shortcut to the train post. She's still alive, but she's unconscious. They better take her to the post instead of trying to get her home. It's posy. I'll help the carrier. She isn't very heavy. I can get her back to the sled, all right. If she hasn't broken any bones, it'll be safe to carry her. Her young husband's town. Be worried about her. He's a trapper. Maybe he's out on his trap line. Old dog Brady's in this territory somewhere right now. He heads up this way once a month. You bring her snowshoes, Andy. I'll carry her. All right, King. Back to the sled, boy. Back at the trading post, Beth Grown, the sergeant Preston, tied the bandage around her head. She lay still with her eyes closed as the mountain turned to Andy who watched quietly beside him. She'll be conscious soon, I think, Andy. Nothing more I can do for her. She'll be all right if she rests quietly until the doctor comes. Well, he'll be here soon. That Indian I sent can make fast time on snowshoes. But I think we ought to get worried to her husband, though. Town will be money worried if she doesn't show up. You say she lives straight west of here along the trail? Her cabin is back in the trail at the place where he branches from the creek. I'm going in that direction. I can stop off and tell her husband on my way. I'll send him here as soon as possible. While Sergeant Preston with his dog team made his way toward Tom Grayson's cabin, Tom and Nick approached it from the other direction. Tom, his eyes bound with a scarf, groped his way toward the door, guided only by Nick who pushed him roughly. Go on. Hurry it up. Do it straight ahead. It's Beth all right. Beth. Beth. Where'd you go? She got away. Beth, where are you? You're in the ropes. She burned them off somehow. She must have gone for help. Well, Nick, I... I guess your scheme won't work after all. You won't get my claim now and you'll be lucky if you get away at all. Look at those dogs. Must hear someone killing them. You can't get away now, Nick. Whoever's coming, you'll see you. It looks as though you're caught. I'm not caught yet. It's only one man and a dog team. Your wife isn't with him. If I could only see you... Then I'll take care of you. Now I'll turn and gag you and put you in the woodshed back of the cabin. We'll see if I'm caught. A narrow door led to the woodshed back of the cabin. And Nick, having bound and gagged Tom, was just re-entering the cabin to get his gun when there was a knock at the door. He hesitated a moment, then decided he must blow it through. But he started the surprise when he saw Sergeant Preston. I'm Sergeant Preston. You're Tom Grayson? Yes, yes, I am. Your wife was hurt on her way to the trading post today. She fell and hit her head. My wife? I'm sure she'll be all right after she rests a while, but it knocked her out for a time. But did she... Did she talk to you at all? I know she didn't. But Andy Ross knew who she was. She'd better get to the trading post as quickly as possible. She'll feel better if you're there. But it starts right away. Well, I might have glad you stopped to tell me, Sergeant. I wonder if you'd mind if I made myself some hot tea. I didn't stop to eat my dinner this noon. I'm rather hungry. No, not a dog. You just go on in and help yourself. You won't mind if I don't wait for you there. Of course not. I'm going in the other direction anyway. Oh, uh, you mind if I take my dog in with me? Not a dog. Go ahead, help yourself. Thanks. Come on, King. I just got back from my trapline so my dogs are all ready to go. Thanks again, Sergeant. You're welcome and thank you for letting me use your cabin. Oh, don't worry too much about your wife. I think she'll be all right once you get some rest. I hope so. Goodbye. Bye. You hungry boy? No, I wasn't hungry. As Sergeant Preston unpacked the food he had brought into the cabin with him, King circled the place, sniffing here and there, investigating every part of it. When he came to the door that led into the woodshed, his sharp ears pricked forward and he sniffed under the door. Then he heard a muffled sound. What's wrong, King? What's bothering you, fellas? Oh, this door leads to the woodshed, I think. There, it's open. That's what you wanted. It's so dark in here. What? It's a man. Good work, King. You must have heard him moving in here. Come on, get the guy out of his mouth first. There. Thanks. Now, untie your hands and feet. Take it easy. You'll be all right in a minute. Who are you? I'm Tom Grayson. Tom Grayson. But that man, the one that let me into the cabin, he said he was... Who are you? Sergeant Preston, Northwest Mounted Police. I'm Mountie. Not a known except that I can't see very well. I went snow blind. That man you talked to, his name is Nick. He tried to force me to tell him where I found a gold claim. He tied my wife up now, she's gone. Your wife's at the trading post. She fell and had her head on the stone. My founder, that's why I came here for you. Oh, she hurt much? No, she'll be all right. Doctors with her. Can you see it all now? A little, Sergeant. My eyes feel better now. I've had them covered. We've got to catch Nick, Sergeant. He has my dog team and I know their tracks anywhere. My lead dog lost a toe on his front foot. And Jinx, the wheeled dog, has a bigger track than the rest of the team. Let's go after him right now. We'll catch him without any trouble. You can ride on the sled. Come on. I'll help you. Thanks. I'm certainly glad that dog of yours heard me, Sergeant. It was tied up so tight I could barely move. Before we go out, I'll bandage your eyes. There's still a glare on the snow, but it'll be dark soon. Here's a scarf. I think Nick would have killed Beth and me if I'd shown him where that gold strike was. I led him in the wrong direction. Oh, still a man. My eyes are weak, but he wouldn't let me stop long enough to get my goggles from the cabin here. You thought I was lying and stalling for time. There you are. Thanks. Well, we can't, Snake. You can drive your team to the trading post and get your wife. Come on. It won't be hard to follow Nick's trail from here. His tracks are as clear as handwriting on a piece of white paper. They won't be, though, when he reaches the main trail. It's packed down hard. Here's the sled, Dom. Sit down. Thanks. Hey, King, hi there, boy. What are you doing, Sergeant? I think King got the sound of Nick's tracks, so I'll know who we're after. This is the man we want, King. We won't need a dog to find him. I'll be able to see the tracks of my team if he turns off the main trail. I could see well enough for that right now. Won't hurt. I need to have a double check. I'll front, King. On King! On you! Oh, look, King! Bring him back, boy. What's wrong, Sergeant? Mick wanted to make sure he'd have a good start in case I found you. He cut my traces partway through, and they broke. Will it take long to fix them? Quite a while. He weakened them in five or six places. This will give him a good start. Well, he won't get away. I can tell the tracks of my team anywhere. We'll get him. We'll get him, all right. Won't be, King. In the meantime, Nick had reached the main trail. The long dog whip cracked over the heads of the dog team as he urged them on at a heartbreaking pace. Hush to your mother! Hush! Hush! Hush! Later, light snow began to fall, leaving his tracks clear, and Nick knew his only chance lay in putting as many miles as possible between himself and the Mountie, so he didn't spare his team. As the miles flew by, the dogs became exhausted, but slowly, they slowed down in spite of the cruel whip, their sides heaving and their tongues dripping. It was at this point that Nick saw a man with a five-dog team crossing the trail ahead of him. He hailed him. Hey, you! You there! Wait a minute! The man waited as Nick approached and stopped. Hold on! Hold on! The dog team dropped in their tracks to rest. Where you by, Fort Speedy? Me? I just come from see my friend Pierre. I go home to my cabin. She is five miles from here. Well, you wouldn't swap dog teams, would you? It's a better team than yours, but they're all tuckered out and I need a freshman. Well, that is fine team you have, but mine is good too. I'll give you all seven of mine. You just have five. They're better dogs, you can see that. You see, I'm in a hurry. My brother is dying and I have to get to him. Oh? You'll never get a better bargain than this one, Mr. Well, that lead dog is fine animal. That wheel dog, he has good chest. Come on, Frenchie. Make up your mind. Nobody else would swap you even for those curves of yours. We? I think maybe I do it. Here they are. You're using your head. You take these dogs to your cabin. They're rested up, you'll have the best dog team you ever own. It had stopped snowing and Nick smiled with satisfaction as he saw the clear tracks of Tom's sled turn off the trail to the left, driven by the Frenchman. Then Nick continued on the main trail, urging his fresh team on. So he knew he had thrown off anyone who might be pursuing him. Frenchie! Frenchie! Frenchie! Frenchie! Darkness was approaching as Sergeant Preston neared the spot where the tracks of Nick's sled turned off the trail. The Mounties dog team had kept up a steady pace, and the tracks of the sled they were pursuing were clear in the newly fallen snow. Tom had taken the bandage from his eyes and peered ahead. And you've seen all, Tom. Pretty well, Sergeant. Enough to see those tracks. That's my team, all right. I go snow blind quickly, but it doesn't last more than three or four hours. Right? Say, Sergeant, look. I've turned off here. The tracks go to the left. Hawking! Haw, you're lucky. You're right, Tom. The king was going straight ahead. Hawking! Haw! That's funny. What's funny, Sergeant? King doesn't want to follow those tracks. The Great Dog King stood still, refusing to change his course. He had been told to find a man, and his nose told him where that man had gone. He tried to tell his master why he refused to obey. Who wants to follow those other tracks, Tom? The ones that lead straight ahead? Well, we can see, can't we? You're not going to let a dog influence you. King's following a saint. He's not depending on his eyes the way we are. But the scent of my dogs goes this way. King isn't interested in your dogs. He's following the scent of a man. Well, I'm not going to trust a dog, Sergeant. You can go that way if you want to. I'm going to follow the tracks of my team. If you don't get Nick, I'll do it myself. Go ahead if you want to, Tom. You may find your dog team. I'll bring Nick back to the trading post in the morning. I'm the one who'll bring him back, Sergeant. I know he went this way. And after the way he treated Beth, I won't promise that he'll be alive. All right, Tom, go ahead. I'll see you at the trading post in the morning. All right, King. Straight ahead, boy. Darkness had fallen, but Sergeant Preston continued on the trail, trusting King to lead him to his quarry. Then suddenly, up ahead, he heard some dogs barking. And saw the small light of a cabin as he rounded a bend in the trail. Oh, King! You'd better leave the team here, boy. You and I can go more quietly. With the big dog beside him, the Mountie walked toward the cabin slowly in the darkness. King growled, and his fur bristled as they neared it. The dogs chained outside the cabin, barked frantically as they approached. The Mountie kept his eyes on the door, waiting for it to open. Suddenly, King sprang ahead of him with thick fur trees near the cabin. The roar of a gun shattered the stillness. Get away! Get off me, you mutt! Get away, sir! All right, King. Back, boy. Back. Get up, Nick. Your dogs warned you, so you thought you'd surprise me, eh? Take your dog away. Take him off. You run to arrest, Nick. In the morning, I'm taking you to Dawson. It was later the following day that Sergeant Preston entered the trading post, pushing Nick handcuffed and sullened before him. Tom Grayson rose in his seat beside the stove where he was sitting with Ben. Stand over there, Nick, and don't move. Sergeant, you caught him. I can't tell you how foolish I feel. Don't bother, Tom. We saved time this way. How are you, Mrs. Grayson? I'm all right, Sergeant. Thanks to you. I brought my dog team back. Oh, this is Gene LeFarze. Nick traded teams with him. For sure, Sergeant. I hope you'll not think I helped him get away. He say it is fine to... That's all right, Gene. I brought your team back. It's out front. Thank you, Sergeant. It is too bad his brother was not dying. That was such good bargain. I wish I could apologize to that dog of yours, Sergeant. After the way you found me, I should have known I could trust him. The king doesn't mind. As long as I trust him, he doesn't care what anybody else does, do you boy? Now you better get to town and file that gold claim, Tom. Far as you're concerned, this case is closed. Wait till you get there. At the moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Friday's program. Here's a tip. Cracker Pop Wheat or Cracker Pop Rice are never sold in bags or bulk. To get the famous crisp, fresh, wheat or rice shot from guns, always buy the big Cracker Red and Blue Package. You go for both delicious kinds. For variety, eat the Cracker Pop Wheat one time. time, Quaker Puff Rice the next. These tasty giant breakfast grains shot from guns are made from only the premium grains. So for the best, always insist on Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff 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 Fran Stryker. 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 Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice, the breakfast cereal shot from guns. Listen, Friday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the adventure of the Poisoner of Chilliwa. The Poisoner was after old Toby Dixon. You see, old Toby thought he had a mighty good hiding place for all the money he'd saved. But the Poisoner of Chilliwa was too smart for Toby. He was too smart for everyone for a time. He fought with a sinister weapon that left King helpless and brought the great dog to the brink of death. It's an exciting story you'll enjoy. Be sure to hear this exciting story Friday. Till then, this is J. Michael wishing you good bye, good luck, and good health from Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff 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. 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