 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild north-west, Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice, the breakfast cereal shot from guns, present the challenge of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swiftest and strongest lead dog of the north-west, placing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the north-west mounted police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On King, on you Huskies! 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. On your mark, get set, fellas and girls running foot races or playing baseball or any sport calls for a hearty breakfast. Tomorrow, make yours a breakfast of delicious Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice with milk or cream and fruit. Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice furnish extra health benefits of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and nian. What's more, these ready-to-serve king-sized kernels of premium wheat rice are shot from guns to make them crisp and tender. They're shot through with bang-up nut-like flavor, too. They're delicious. Yes, try them. You'll say, here's the breakfast we like to eat. Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat. The great dog King struggled free from the snow bank in which he had burrowed close to his sleeping master. The scent of danger was in the air. A moment later, he saw the wolf pack streaking across the ridge. Their howls woke the other sergeant Preston, woke with them. Wolf's king? Yes, hungry, too. Still a little fire, I'll build it up. The sergeant pulled himself out of his sleeping bag and piled more wood on the fire. But the wolf pack heading down the slope never swerved. They came straight on towards the camp. They must be starving when the fire of this size won't stop them. Let them fight to save the team, King. The sergeant checked his guns and walked forward to the edge of the circle of light. King walked beside him. His muscles tense to meet the attack. There was only one thought in his mind. He must protect his master against howling menace. There were over 20 wolves in the pack. Their eyes flashed green and their fangs white as they raced on toward the sergeant and King. Closer and closer, at last the sergeant opened fire. The packs were beside, but only slightly, trying to avoid the man and get at the dogs behind him. Then King dashed forward, intercepting. He threw himself at the leader and knocked him off his feet. The leader's fang slashed his shoulder open. The pain was sharp, searing, but King never wavered in his attack. As the sergeant fired point blank into the pack, he fought to subdue his savage opponent. The wolf was a giant, even larger than King and stronger than any animal the dog had ever met before. King went down before a charge from the wolf and the wolf fangs went close to his jugular. It took a supreme effort to wrench himself free. Desperately he grabbed for a hold. He found it and now nothing but death could break it, his own or the wolf's. It was the sergeant who ended the fight. There was a shot. And the body of the wolf went limp. When King staggered to his feet, the wolf pack was racing back toward the ridge. The sergeant knelt beside the dog. King, old fellow, you put up a wonderful fight, but you've been hurt badly. Now let me see, boy. Shoulder, throat. King, that was a close one. I'll have to take care of you right away. King didn't mind the sting of the antiseptic on his wounds. The quiet voice of his master and the gentle touch of his hands made up for everything. He made no objection when the sergeant wrapped him in a blanket and placed him on the sled. But when morning came and it was time to hit the trail, he tried to get up and take his place at the head of the team. Oh, boy, no, I'm sorry you're going to have to ride today. You don't have to tell, fellow. It wouldn't matter how badly you were hurt. You'd still want to work. But I don't want to lose the best dog in the Yukon, King. You'll have to take it easy for a few days. Okay? King, let the sergeant's mitten go, old boy. All right. During that day's travel, the sergeant left the open country behind and at nightfall had reached the edge of the Black Forest. He had a letter to deliver to a trapper named George Mason, who shared a cabin with his partner Marty Westlake and the latter's little daughter Anne. It began to snow heavily. Miles ahead, a man muffled in a caribou parka watched the Mason cabin from the edge of the clearing in which it stood. In his arms, he carried several bear tracks. Where was the best place to set them? Yeah, they fished through the ice a lot. I put them along the bank of the creek. Yeah, that's it. A man circled the clearing until he had reached the creek. Then he followed it upstream and literally was directly in front of the cabin. The snow was falling so thickly that the outlines of the building were hidden. And even the light streaming from the window was tempered to a murky glow. The man set his trap. There's no need to hide. The snow will do that for me. Yes, it's almost covered now. The snow will cover my tracks too. The snow will cover my tracks too. They won't be able to tell. And sooner or later, they'll step up into one. Then they'll find a doubt. Then they'll know what it means to steal from Louis Lacey. The sergeants' team followed the creek, Mason's cabin. But as the sergeant drove them up the bank as soon as the clearing was reached. But as the sergeant drove them up the bank as soon as the clearing was reached the lights of the cabin could be seen. They raced around the cabin door on a diagonal and so missed the line of practice on the bank. But as the sergeant called out the work of the mortar for the whole... Oh, holly holly! End of the trail, King. Stay here for a second, boy. I'll be right back to one harness the team and then I'll carry you inside. Hello, sergeant. Hello, George. Come on in. You're a welcome visitor. You'll think so when you see what I have for you. Here. A letter. Good. Hello, huh? Marty, this is Sergeant Impresson. I don't think you've ever met. How do you do? A letter from my sister, my Marty. Really? You don't mind if I read it? Not at all, go ahead. You'll spend the night with her, won't you? Why, uh, I was hoping I'd be invited. You're welcome. If you can tell your dogs have the bag. I don't have to be tied. Oh, well... Marty, it's all all right. Sis will be happy to take care of Anne for as long as you want. The last friend I met George? And yet... You don't have to tell me you'll be sorry to lose her, sir. And? Marty's a little girl. She's asleep in the next room, though. She's only six, but at the time she was starting the school. Hey, hey, Sergeant. Maybe you can help us out while you're here. Trouble? We may have trouble. Maybe you can prevent it. Our nearest neighbor is Louis Lacey. He lived about a mile no north of here, deep in the forest. He was over here last night, and the QQ does us of riding his traps. Might be a good idea to take a look at them. Well, it wouldn't be a good idea to have Louis catch at it. Huh? Something's come over the man. Wasn't he talking while last night, Marty? He sure was. He woke him up. He frightened her badly. I had to threaten to beat him up before he'd leave. Well, I might as well take a run over there when I still have the team harnessed. Oh, you won't be able to drive. The trail's too narrow for a sled. In that case, I'll unharness the dogs right now and feed them. So we don't have a run. Would you mind tying them up? Why? As a favor to me. What's that? Perfectly gentle. They won't mind it too much, will they? Well, I don't suppose so, if you're insist. I'm afraid Marty doesn't like dogs, Sergeant. I see. Well, uh, my lead dog's been badly hurt. King's been hurt? Wolfpack attacked us last night, and he fought the leader. I was going to ask if I could bring him in here tonight. Well, that's impossible. In the same house with Ed? Well, there's been bandits. They'll lie on the blanket, and they won't even move. King's the finest dog in the world, Marty. I can't stand for it. You know why, George. Whatever you feel about dogs doesn't apply to King. Sergeant, I don't want you to think I'm unreasonable. But the summer an was three years old, we were living in Dawson. She taught a lot of the house one day, and there was a dog running down the street. He wasn't mad, but he was savage. Ed started to stop him, to pet him, and he turned on her. I was coming around the corner of the cabin when I saw it. Well, I was in time, thank goodness. But Ed still has a little scar on her neck. We thought she was going to die. Can you blame me for the way I feel? No. Except that you might change your mind about dogs a little, if you ever got to know King. I can't stand any dog around. There's a shed out in back, Sergeant. We can make him comfortable there. All right, that'll be fine. And so King was bedded down in the shed back of the cabin that night. That's it, your King. One more day of rest. You'll be able to move around all you want to. Goodnight, boy. The Sergeant fed the team and tied them up. Then, with George Mason acting as his guide, he started through the forest toward Louis Lacey's cabin. It was still snowing hard, but there was very little wind. The two men had traveled about half a mile when Mason stuck. Here, Sergeant, who usually has a line of traps running to the west on that big pine ahead of us. George? Yeah? I know who's been raiding his traps. Huh? Look at these tracks. A Wolverine made them. You're right. And they didn't make them long ago. Snow hasn't covered them. Come on, we may catch him red-handed. The two men ran along the trail to the big pine. There he is, by the first trap. Hold it. Where is that? Something in the trap. Something in the trap, and the Wolverine's killed it. He's eating. He can try a shot. I can't get any closer. He's downwind from us. He'll hear us. I'll have to shoot from here. Okay. I think you got him. Come on, we'll see. You did. You drilled him clean. Yes. You know, it's strange, George. What is? How long has Lacey been trapping? Ten years that I know of. This Wolverine must have left tracks before tonight. Why didn't Lacey see them and recognize them? Search me. I told you when he accused us last night, he sounded like he was out of his head. Perhaps he is. Well, I'm certainly looking forward to showing him this Wolverine. I'll teach you to rob my trap. Come, George. I'll show you in the kingdom. Come on. We'll continue our story in just a moment. I'm thinking of something. Can you tell me what it is? See, it looks like we're going to play that swell game again. Boy, and all of us can play it, too. Right, kids. Remember, you just ask me questions. I'll answer right or wrong, and you see how quick you can guess just what it is I'm thinking of. Ready? Okay. Let's see. Is it something famous? Right you are, Billy. Gosh. It wouldn't be Quakerpup wheat or Quakerpup rice. We had that before. And it wouldn't be the gun that shoots them either. Nope. Well, does it have anything to do with Quakerpup wheat or Quakerpup rice? Yep, very much so. Boy, this is tough. Well, here's a tip. What's your favorite color? Mine's red. Mine's blue. Hmm, red and blue. Does that remind you of anything? Sure, the red and blue Quakerpup. Well, that's close, Sandra. Actually, what I'm thinking of in particular is something else right on the front of every package of Quakerpup wheat and Quakerpup rice. Oh, now, Billy, don't look so discouraged. Cheer up. Smile. Huh? Gee, I got it. It's a smiling Quakerman on the package. Right, kids. I was thinking of the smiling Quakerman on the front of every package of Quakerpup wheat and Quakerpup rice. And when you fellas and girls want the swellest tasting breakfast ever, think of delicious, ready to serve, wheat or rice shot from guns. And when you want the original Quakerpup wheat and Quakerpup rice, there's only one way to get these crisp, tender, king-sized kernels exploded up to eight times normal size. Ask for crisp, fresh, Quakerpup wheat and Quakerpup rice. They're never sold in bags or bulk. Yes, always remember to buy the big red and blue packages with the smiling Quakerman on the front. He's your guarantee that you're getting the one and only Quakerpup wheat and Quakerpup rice shot from guns. Now to continue our story. Just before the shotgun blasted the silence of the forest, George and the sergeant dropped to the ground behind a tree. Afterwards, there was no sound. You think he's gone? I haven't heard anything. This is why Miss King, he doesn't depend on his eyes the way we do. He'd be able to tell us if Lacey was still around. That was Lacey's voice, wasn't it? Yeah. Now he's turned into a killer. Listen. Somebody running. Right. Is this a cabin straight ahead? The clearing's nearly half a mile. Better not take the trail he might be waiting for us on my father on. Probably. Follow me, George, from one tree to another. Don't show yourself any more than you'll have to. Just keep me headed in the right direction. All right, come on, let's go. I'm with you, sergeant. The two men rose to their feet and started through the forest. The sergeant picked up the tracks of the man who had shot at them and followed them cautiously, sprinting from the cover of one pine to the next. Until finally, you could see an open space in the woods ahead. Is this the clearing we're coming to? Yeah. Slow, then. There's the cabin. He's inside waiting for us. I wonder. Around and back. What's that in front of the cabin door? I don't know. Could it be a caribouy shot? No, it isn't a caribou. It's a man wearing a caribou parka. Well, Louie wears one. It's Louie, sergeant. Come on. The two men ran the few remaining yards into the clearing and onto the cabin. The trapper, Louie Lacey, was lying face down in a snow drift just outside his door. The sergeant melted in the snow and turned him over. What's wrong with him? I don't know. I can't hear his heart. Neither have a shot. No. Can't you hear it yet? Is he dead? Not yet, but he soon will be unless we do something about it. Get the door open, George. Carry him inside. We've got to work fast. Sergeant Preston carried the unconscious trapper into the cabin, undressed him, and put him to bed as George Mason lit a fire on the stove. How is he? Well, so stronger. Any idea what's wrong? He's a sick man, George. Wonder if he was when he showed up at our place last night. Could have been. He has a fever. Looks like he's sleeping now. Doesn't seem to be anything more we can do for him right now. Stay here, that's all. Can't let him throw the blankets off. The sergeant and George sat beside the trappers, caught all through the night. At daybreak, the man's breathing became labored. What do you think, sergeant? I think it's pneumonia. Where's the nearest doctor? Beaver City, 20 miles. Of course there's Marty, but he won't help. Marty? What do you mean there's Marty? He's a doctor. At least he was until he came up to the Yukon three years ago. He gave it up when his wife died back in the States. He says he killed her. What are you talking about? I don't mean murdered her, but she was sick, and he was taken care of her, and she died. After that, he refused to treat another patient. He took Anne and came up here. Well, they can't refuse to help at a time like this. He knows more than you or I do. He can at least... He won't, sergeant. He's a funny guy. Say... What? He still got his doctor's bag stored away. There might be some pills or stuff in it. You go get him. Bring him back here quick. With his bag. You'd better go ahead. That's the way to do it. What's Louis saying? He's delirious. That's the way to catch a trap, Robert. Bear traps. That'll teach him. Yeah, don't make sense. I wonder. That'll teach him. The first time they get down the creek, and I never see them. The snows curving them all up. My tracks, too. It's so hard to walk. Never make it. They wrap my traps. Unless you have a light walking into bear traps. I'll show them. Bear traps. Yes. I'll show them. Bear traps. What do you have meant when he said it? Sounds like he set bear traps along the creek over at our place. I'm afraid he may have. Yes, but I don't do it, George. I can make it back there faster than you can. I'll help you with your pocket. All right, thanks. He must have been ill when he got the idea you dropped his traps. It's revenge as part of his delirium. Watch him, George. Keep him well covered. I will. I'll see you later. I'll bring Marty back with me. Marty, who had fallen asleep in a chair by the stove, waiting for the return of George and the sergeant, was wakened by the sunlight streaming through the window. He started to his feet, concern written in his face. He slipped into his parka, picked up his rifle, and left the cabin. It was the slamming of the door that woke little Anne. When there was no response to her call, she slipped out of bed and dressed herself. A few years later, her parka button tied against the cold. She stepped out of the cabin. Maybe they're out in the shed fixing traps. The little girl ran around the cabin to the shed. She didn't see the sergeant's team who had been tied behind the shed and had burrowed deep in the snow. When she opened the door, she saw King. A dog! Daddy's bought a doggy! Oh, you're beautiful. You're the most beautiful doggy in the whole wide world. A hawker, you're... come, you're like a farmer. The pain shot through King's shoulders, the little girl patted him, but he recognized the affection in her voice and made no effort to move away. Then the little girl grasped his harness and pulled him to his feet. Come on, come on out and play. We'll go down to the creek, Daddy. Now brush away the snow and you can pull me along the ice. Come on, come on, boys. Come on. Here, boy. King allowed himself to be led to the shed and he walked quietly beside the little girl as she started trudging toward the creek. But his shoulder was terribly sore and each step was filled with pain. He found it difficult to keep pace with the little girl. Come on. You can catch me. The little girl started to run. A outreach king, a combination of man's smell and steel and grease. The sergeant had taught him all about traps and King knew there was one buried in the snow directly ahead of the child. He ran after her and took her parker in his teeth, pulling her to a stop. Oh, no. That isn't fair. You can't do that. Come on, let's go. Anne pulled away and started to run toward the creek once more. King ran after her and this time as he caught up with her, he jumped against her. She lost her balance and fell into a snowdrift. At just that moment, Marty walked into the clearing. He only saw King jump and Anne fall. King was standing over the little girl, determined to keep her away from the trap. To Marty it seemed that he was menacing her. Without any hesitation, he raised his rifle to his shoulder, sighted and shot. A wave of blinding pain swept through King and a strange blackness blotted out the light from his eyes. He dropped to the ground. Anne, are you all right? Did he hurt you? No. We were only playing. Why did you shoot him? I saw him jump at you. He only pushed me a little. It was a game we were playing. The sergeant had run hard all the way from Lacey's cabin. He reached the clearing as Marty knelt beside King's still body. He saw King Marty and Anne and spread it to join him. King! King! What's the matter with him? I shut him. In Heaven's name, man, why? I saw him jump against Anne. I thought he was attacking her. He was running down to the creek. You were running toward the creek? Give me your rifle, Marty. I'll show you why King acted the way he did. The sergeant took the rifle from Marty's hand. He started toward the creek, probing the snow with a rifle stock. He had only taken three steps when the rifle hit the trap. The steel jaws snapped shut, biting deep into the wood. Look! You see this? A bear trap. Lacey's had a line of them last night. King could smell it. King knew it was here and he wanted to stop your daughter from walking into it. He was protecting it. Look how you've paid him back. King, old fella. What can I say? Say, don't say anything. Do something. He isn't dead. I'm afraid there isn't much chance. You're a doctor and you can save him. I'm not a doctor and I can't save him. You've got to try. I've forgotten. It's been years. You've got to try. Let me see. Let's close it. All right, eh? I don't know that I can get it out for that. It must be removed? Yes. Then do it. Adam. I'll get my bag. I'll be back in a minute. Don't let him move. King. King boy. King. He's such a beautiful dude. He's the best friend I've ever... the best friend I have. My daddy won't let him die. Marty was back in less than five minutes and prepared to go to work. He may not regain consciousness. I hope not until later. But if he does, he must hold him. Don't let him move. I'll just keep my hand on his head. That'll be enough if I... until I still... can hear good. King did regain consciousness. But he saw his master. And that was enough for him. Easy boy. Easy. Don't move, old fellow. The doctor's trying to help you. The doctor? What? Nothing. I swear I'll never touch these instruments again. I know. But if you win here, if you save King, you'll be saving yourself. I have another patient waiting for you, too. Who is it? Lacey. I think it's Normana. I'll go to it. Knowing he was the man who set bear traps along here? Yes, if he needs me. You're still a doctor, Marty. At least... this is the critical moment right now. Don't let King move. He won't. Where do you go? King's eyes filled with pain. But filled, too, with trust and love. Never left his master's face. And not a muscle moved. Not even when the pain mounted in intensity. The sergeant's face became blurred. King felt that he was sinking down, down, down into darkness. He whimpered a little good-bye to the sergeant. There it is. Finished. Nothing left to do but dress the wound. Can you tell? No, not yet. As soon as I'm through with this, you can carry me to the house. I'll go and make a bed for him by the stove. Yes, darling. Do that. I'll use the best blanket for my very own bed. Those chains don't mind about dogs. I understand how you feel about King. I feel the same way. If we, if we lose him, his unconscious, there's still a chance. I'll let you lift him now. Yes. Gently the sergeant lifted King in his arms, and slowly he and Marty walked to the cabin. King was placed on a blanket close to the stove. Marty left for Lacey's cabin. The sergeant and Anne sat beside King for the next three hours, hard-working speaking, afraid to put their hope into words. At last, Marty returned. How about Lacey? George will stay with him, I think he'll pull through. I'm so proud of you, Daddy. And you shouldn't be, darling, after what I did to King. But you're going to make him well, and you're going to be a doctor all the time now, aren't you? And you can come back to the United States with me and be a doctor there. And if I can make King well, then I will be a doctor again, yes. You'll get well. I know it now. Sergeant. Yes, Anne. Put your hand on his head, like you did before. All right. He loves you so. He'll answer if you call him. I know he will. Say his name. All right. King. King. Slowly, King opened his eyes. Weekly, he tried to wag his tail. King. Welcome back, old fella. Yes. He'll make it now. I know it. I know it. It's all right, King. It's all right, boy. The case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Wednesday's adventure. Here's the breakfast that wins the praise of so many He-Man Hollywood movie stars. It's Quaker Puff Wheat. Or Quaker Puff Rice. These ready-to-serve cereals are shot from guns. They're crisp and tender. They're shot through and through with nut-like flavor, too. Pour yourself a bowl full of Quaker Puff Wheat or Quaker Puff Rice. Add milk or cream. Top with fruit. It's keen. It really hits the spot. And it's good for you. Take a tip. Ask mom to order both delicious kinds in the big red and blue Quaker packages. That's 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. Trendall, 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 Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice. The breakfast cereal shot from guns. Listen Wednesday. When Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of a perfect crime. When Roy Nieland was murdered in Dawson, I trailed the killers to the ends of the cave. They were waiting with guns to get me if I went in after them. And I knew that if I didn't get them, they would probably kill young Jackie Nieland, whom they held as hostage. I faced a mighty tough situation. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Wednesday. Boys and girls, if your dog could talk, I'll bet he'd ask for kennel ration. You know why? Because kennel ration is one dog food that is made with lean red meat. Choice cuts of U.S. government-inspected horse meat. Have Mom open a can. Notice the appetizing aroma. You can actually see the chunks of meat. And Mom will be glad to know that kennel ration helps develop a thick, glossy coat that dirt won't cling to. Ask for kennel ration. First in canned dog food. This is J. Michael wishing you good-bye, good luck, and good health from Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice. So long. This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.