 Now, as howling winds echo across the snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, the Quaker Oaks Company makers of Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice, the delicious cereal shot from guns, in cooperation with the Mutual Broadcasting System, present by special recording Sergeant Preston of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swift as the strongest lead dog of the northwest, breaking the trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest out of police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. And gang on your horses! Gold, gold discovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the crondike in the wild race for riches, back to the days of the Gold Rush and the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog, Yukon King, as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. Today is the day for a fire, might be the slogan for an arsonist, but it happens to be a statement of fact. One fire every 20 seconds kills over 12,000 persons annually in this country. Don't give a fire a place to start in your home. 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Although his father intended Tommy to follow in his footsteps to become a mining engineer, Tommy himself had other ideas. He was extremely fond of dogs. And while staying in Dawson City, he spent almost every spare moment of his time in the company of Scotty McCracken, a veteran dog trader employed by the Northwest Maldon Police. One morning, he was talking to Scotty just outside the dog running down the Bobby Hood Road. You're going to take those two new dogs out again today, Mr. McCracken? I am. They leave a little bit more experience here before they're really broken. May I come along with you? You're welcome to come. That is, if your dad won't... Oh, he won't mind it. At least I hope he won't. Oh look, here comes Sergeant Huskies. No, here was a man that really knows dogs. Hi, Sergeant Huskies. Hello, Tommy. Hello, Kenny O'Fella. I wish I had a dog as nice as you. You wouldn't have found another dog like King in the whole North Country, Tommy. Not at any price. You seem to think quite an interesting dog, Tommy. Got him in showing you how he trains, Huskies. What's that word? Oh, yes. Mr. McCracken is going to take me out on a trailer day. He's breaking two new Huskies into hunks. I am. They're going to make a fine pair of slip dogs. How about letting me hitch up the thing? Go ahead, lad. Oh, boy. Hey, Tundra. He's got the makings of a real dog handling that lamb. Yes, the dog certainly acts as though they like him. Look, Scotty. What's the matter, Scotty? Here comes the person we were talking about a little while ago. What are those, Captain? Ah, it's his father. And a bad father, too. Well, look at this thing. Oh, the lion knows a lot of things for it. Don't touch him. He goes, don't you want me to come here? I said, come here. Oh, it's for you, McNabb or McKellies. The name is McCracken. Well, whatever it is. And kindly keep your voice down. I'm not hard of hearing. Well, now, hold on. I don't want my boy hanging around to your cramped, you understand? Now, thank you to remember the same thing, Sergeant. There's no law against a boy liking dogs. Well, there should be. Ever since we arrived in the UK, it seems that all you can think about is dogs. He's dog crazy. That's what he is. I'm just hitching up a team. Mr. McCracken was going to take me out on the trail with him today while he breaks in a couple of new sled dogs. Wouldn't you let me go with him, please? No, but, Tundra, I wouldn't. Learning how to handle huskies is a useful accomplishment if you're expecting to spend any time up here. You're a coffee truck. He can hire other people to drive these dog sleds. Well, then, young man, I'll give you fair warning. Next time I catch you hanging around these kennels, I'm going to give you the worst class you'll be alive. Now, is that clear? Yes. Another thing, Sergeant, well, I'm here. I'd like to lodge a complaint. Oh? The point about what? You know a man called Zip Barclay. Slight lane. He owns a small mine on Squall Creek. He did, oh no. It belongs to me now. How so? A few months ago, the mine appeared to be playing out and Barclay was running into debt. So he sold the property in my company. Since then, we've struck a new vein. And now the mine is yielding rich deposits of ore. Well? Well, Barclay is furious because he's sold out too soon. So he's putting the story around that I swindled him and making all sorts of threats to get eaten with me. Well, it's me, the man who's half-crazed. You know where I can find him? Well, from what I hear, he spends most of his time hanging around a place called the Sourdough Haven. All right, I'll have a talk with him. I'll do that, you know, soon to the better. Yes, you young man, you're coming along with me. Goodbye, Sergeant Kirsten. Goodbye, Mr. McCracken. Bye, Tommy. Hold on, Rodney. Bye, King. Dad, what did you mean when you said you were going to make a trip out of town? This is exactly what I said. There's been reports of a new gold strike up on the P River. I'm going up there with Fremont, my mining supervisor, to look things over. He'll be starting as soon as he can find another dog, Major. Am I going along with you? You certainly are. The people give you a valuable field experience. And what's more, he'll keep you away from those confounded police canals. When Waldo Chatham arrived back at the headquarters of his mining company, he called Fremont, the field supervisor, into his office. He first hasn't wanted to see them, Mr. Chatham. Yes, sir, do. It's about that trip up to the P River. How much longer is it going to take to have another driver? Just how to manage that, sir. Tell her name's Joe Lima. Rather a tough-looking customer, but I think you ought to be a good man on the trail. That's right. Oh, soon can we leave. I have made all the arrangements, sir. We can leave first thing in the morning. Excellent. Excellent. At that same moment, the man called Joe Lima was entering the sourdough's haze, a combination café and hotel. He walked up to a table where a beauty middle-aged man was each set fiercely burning eyes was waiting for him. Well, how about it, Zima? The highlight? Well, I'm sure it will be. I got the job. Now, how about kicking through with that first payment with Fremont? You all right? Here you go. Five hundred dollars. There'll be a thousand more when the job's finished. Thanks, but how soon are you starting out? We're leaving first thing in the morning. How many will we go along in the pocket? Four altogether. Besides me, there'll be a guy named Fremont. He's the one that hired me. And there'll be Chatham himself and his young kids. How many slabs? Two. I'll drive one and Fremont will be driving the other. Chatham and his kid will ride. Good, good. We won't make a move till you get out in the livings. A good long way from the nearest settlement. Well, here's the way we'll work. I'll be trading along after you. As Zepbotley explained his scheme, his eyes glowed with a fanatical hatred. He was still talking, honestly, when Joe Lee might suddenly run too far. Hey, hey, hold it a minute, bud. Huh? What's the matter? Here comes the money. Well, howdy, Sergeant. Hello, Zem. You want to see me about something? Yes. Understand you've been making some threats against Waldo Chatham. I reckon I'll have tossed him out a bit. I'm talking about threats. I'd like to break the dirty scum's neck. I don't deny that. Swindle me out of my mind. That's what he did. According to Chatham, your mind seemed to be played out, and you were running into debt. So you sold the mind to his company. Sure. He took advantage of the fact that I needed money. But he was smart. Plenty smart. He knew all the time if a vein wasn't played out. What's there to selling the mind was your idea, not Chatham. Well, what difference does that make? Makes a lot of difference. You admit you offered the mind for sale, and Chatham paid the price you asked. That's no, Swindle. That's fair and honest business deal. Besides you needed money at the time, what do you think you'd have done if Chatham hadn't been willing to buy the mind? That's my business. I don't know why you have to come poking your nose into this affair anyway. It's police business anytime one man makes threats against another. What are you planning to do? Well, there's not much I can do, I reckon. What about those threats? Well, I was just talking. That's all. Well, you'd better tone down your talk. Otherwise, Chatham will have grounds for legal action against him. All right, all right. Come along, then. Hey, I don't like the way he was talking to him. Hey, don't worry about him. Matter of fact, it's a good thing you showed up. Now, how do you figure it? When Preston needs you, he'll go back and tell Chatham he's got nothing to worry about. That'll put Chatham off guard. But when he's out on the train, he's going to find out he made a mighty big mistake. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Say, wouldn't the kids in your neighborhood wish they were in your shoes if you saw a baseball home run king in person and saw him smash a homer right out of a ballpark? Probably nothing beats the fun at a ballpark. The gleam, the crowds, the hot dogs, peanuts, and soda pop. Come on, kids. Come out to the ball game as guests of your favorite team. If you are 12 years or younger and can bring a paying adult like mom or dad, grab a pencil and paper quick to get a free baseball ticket, tear off a box top from a package of Quaker Puffed Wheat or Quaker Puffed Rice or Muppet Shredded Wheats and with your name and address to baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. Go off and see baseball's big hitters in person. For each ticket, send a box top from Quaker Puffed Wheat or Puffed Rice or Muppet Shredded Wheat. You get two free tickets for the guarantee seal from Quaker Pakotin. We'll give you the address now and again later in the program. Now write it down. Baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. Now to continue. When Waldo Chatham and his party left Dawson City and headed northeast toward the Peel River District, it didn't take long for Tommy to make friends with the Huskies. His favorite was Fremont's lead dog, a silver gray malamute called Chiklute. On the second night out, Tommy watched with interest as Fremont came to feed his team. Mr. Fremont? Yes, Tommy. Would you please let me feed Chiklute, man? Feed Chiklute? You kind of like that dog, don't you? I'll say I do. He's not a very friendly dog, Tommy. He's inclined to snap at strangers. Tell you the truth. I don't think he'll take meat from anyone but me. Well, let me try. Just once. Yeah, all right. Here's a piece of caribbean meat you can open. Oh, thanks a lot. Here, Chiklute. There's no time. Don't make any sudden moves during that snap. Come on, Chiklute. Don't be scared. It's a nice piece of meat just for you. Sure, that's a boy. I'm your friend, Chiklute. Here, take a bite. I'll be here. He's eating right out of your hand. Oh, sure. I knew he would. That's under Tommy. You must have a way with dogs. First time I've ever seen Chiklute make up anyone but me. He sure is a fine dog. All right. Oh, here comes your copy. And the founded dog, Tommy. Are you fully with these dogs again? Just feeding Chiklute. Yeah, stop feeding him. They told you once before I brought you up to the Yukon to learn the mining business. Not to play nursemaid to a bunch of much. Now, let's see what Lema said their own huskies. Do you understand? Yes. Dog pleases you. That's your job. Dog pleases you. The following day, back in Dawson City, Sergeant Preston was called into the office of Inspector John Radd at Mounted Police Headquarters. Sergeant? Just had word from the American authorities in Alaska to be on the lookout for a man named Joel Lema. What's he wanted for, sir? Tempered murder. Here's a circular on him that they sent me. It shows his picture. What? Inspector, I've seen this man. In Dawson? Yes, sir, at the Saladows Haven. He's talking to that Bartley. Is he living there? Well, I'm not sure, sir. When I saw him, he was going to play downstairs. You'd better get over there right away, Sergeant, to check up on him. If you find him, take him into custody. Right, sir. Come along, sir. When Sergeant Preston arrived at the Saladows Haven, he questioned the proprietor of Filo's cellar. Surely, I know Lema well. He was living here up till a couple of days ago, giving out crackpots at Bartley. You mean they were roaming together? Yeah, that's right. They had a room upstairs. Any idea where Lema's gone? No, let me see. He mentioned something about getting a job with a chat-of-mining company. Chat-of-mining company? Tell me, is Bartley still here? No, he checked out, too. He packed him and Lema enough together. Stop the think of it. I remember Bartley loaded up his slave with supplies, as though he intended to leave town. Thanks, Filo. You've helped a lot. Come on, gang. Oh, oh, oh, oh! Half an hour later, the Sergeant reported back to Inspector Conrad. Any luck, Sergeant? I didn't find Lema, sir, but I found out where he's gone. Is that town? Yes, sir. He was hired as a dog-musher by the chat-of-mining company. But the company office told me he headed out two days ago for the Peel River. Alone? No, sir. He and another employee were driving Waldo Chatham and his son. I'm afraid Lema may be up to something. What do you mean, Sergeant? Before Lema took this job, sir, he was roaming with Zep Bartley. Zep Bartley? The man who threatened Chatham's life. That's right, sir. When Lema checked out of the sourdough's haven, Bartley left with him. In view of Lema's record, I'm wondering if the two of them may not be planning something against Chatham. That may sound possible. Can you locate Bartley? No, sir. When he left the haven, he has fled with loads of the supplies. Did you find out what route the party was taking to the Peel River? Yes, sir. I found out from the company clerk. You'd better leave right away, Sergeant. They have a two-day start on you, so you'll have to hit the trail hide. Right, sir. Let's go, gang. Oh! Day after day, the Chatham party continued mushing to the northeast, until finally the last settlement had been left far behind. No one in the party, except Joe Lema, realized that the half-crazed miners Zep Bartley was dogging their trails. One night after all the others had gone to sleep, Lema cut away from camp for a rendezvous of Bartley. Well, how about it, do you think it's going far enough? Yeah. I reckon this is far enough for many settlements. Here. Take this little bottle. What do you think? Knockout drops. My night when they make camp slips us into the coffee. Don't go drinking any but yourself. Don't worry about that. Soon as they are dead to the world, give me a wolf howl as a signal. I'll come and join you. All right. On the morning after Lema had drugged that coffee, Tommy Chatham regained consciousness to find his father shaking him frantically. Stop it. Wake up, you human. Wake up, you human. Hey. What's the matter? Say everything's in my head. If he wasn't Lema, go on and quit all alone. Where's Stranded? Stranded? And all the supplies you've been taking too. The camp is cleaned out. That's awful. That's awful. With your catastrophe, we will start to death out in this blasted wilderness. That is, if we don't freeze to death first. But don't get proud now, Sandy. Okay. Try to get a grip on yourself. Remember, getting in a panic won't do us any good. I'm not getting in a panic, Dan. What about the floods and dogs here? Well, Lema's out to these dorms. He wants Slip is still here, but his dog has been turned loose. Are the dogs still around? Two or three of them. They're smoking up beyond the edge of camp. If we can round up a team, maybe we can make it back to the new settlement. No, no, it's no use. I've tried to call them. But the company tried as much won't pay any attention to them. Let me try. After pulling on the rest of his clothes, Tommy hurried to scout out the situation. He saw two of the huskies crawling nervously back and forth through the trees a short distance from camp. That one's Chick-Lew. The other one's Jig. Hey, Chick-Lew! Jig! Hey, new huskies! That's it, Chick-Lew! Come on, fella! You too, Jig! And answer the commies, please. The huskies tried it obediently toward the camp. Good dogs, I knew you'd come. Good old Chick-Lew. How are you, Jig? So good, I do understand you think. They wouldn't come when I called in. Because they know me better. Now listen, Dad, Jig's one of the wheeled dogs. He goes right next to the sled on the left-hand side. You go ahead and hitch him up. I'll go out with Chick-Lew and try to round up the rest of the team. Well, all right. Am I on you, Jig, or whatever your name is? No, no, no. Take over his collar, Jig. Are you sure it's safe? Of course it's safe. He won't hurt you. All right, that's it. All right, Chick-Lew, come on. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. He took a mighty swing at that ball. He's down the right field, lying into the stands. Oh, it's hollowed by a foot. But some boy is sure lucky he caught that ball. What a souvenir. Say, kids, wouldn't you like to be out at the ball game and maybe catch one of those balls? Golly, everything in a baseball game is fun. The crowds, the eats, the excitement. Come out to the ballpark as guests of your favorite team. Yes, see the game free if you are 12 years or younger. Just bring your mom or dad a paying adult. To get a free baseball ticket, send your name and address with a box top from Quaker Pufftweed or Quaker Puffthrice or Muffet Shredded Wheat. Send to baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. Get as many tickets as you want. Details are on every ticket. For each ticket, send a box top from Quaker Puffweed or Rice or Muffet Shredded Wheat. You get two tickets at one time with a guarantee seal from Quaker Picotin. Send to baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. Send right away. Half an hour later, Tommy returned with the rest of the team at his heels. He found his father. He's still vainly trying to hitch up to it. Oh, no, dad. You little helly and blazing you'll harness one of these dogs. Oh, that's easy. I'll show you. It wasn't long before Tommy had the whole team hitched up and ready to start. Boy, silly son of a one. Where did he get on the sled, didn't he? Well, get the team started. Maybe you'd better let me handle the team, dad. Well, maybe you'll grab. You are set, Dan. Oh, shit. You can't find them up, chick. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. As Tommy and his father headed back in the direction of Dawson City, neither spoke the thoughts ever uppermost in their minds. They knew that it would take more than three days travel to reach the nearest settlement. And that without food or matches, it was only a slim chance of reaching it safely. At that moment, far ahead of them, Blockley and Luma were preparing to dispose of Fremont. And that was still untrusted due to the effects of the drugs. They're all right. We've done time and come from off right here. I still don't savvy while we had to haul him all his distance. Why didn't we leave him back there with the other two? He works an old time in the snow country. He knows how to take care of himself. We left him back there. He might have rounded up the team and made it back to the nearest settlement. Well, our heirs left to themselves, carried him in the kiddle, the air blisters, is that it? Sure. Air blisters, baby. Someone's coming along the trail. Rolling macro. Come on, let's mush up that rig. Stay out of sight, let it go by. Hush! Hush! How much is there? A short time later, peering down from their hiding place on the ridge, the two men saw the traveler passing along the trail below. I'm under the mountain. Not just a mountain. It's charging questions. I can tell by the big lead dog running ahead of the team. There he keeps on in the same direction to find Chatham and the kid. We've got a trail after him to find out what happens. What about Fremont? We'll take him along with us. I have an idea. That is worth it. Preston does rescue Chatham and the kid. We'll have to get rid of the whole bunch of them. And they can make it look as though Fremont did it. Oh, we'll plug him through with close range. So there'll be polyburns on the wound. And we'll put the gun in his hands with four bullets gone from the cylinder. Yeah, you know I'm beginning to get it. The bodies are found. It'll look as though Fremont went for search, shot the others, and then turn the gun on himself. Ha, ha, ha. Bye, Thunder, that's a mighty, smart idea. Unaware that the cooks were following him, Sergeant Preston continued to mush northeast in pursuit of the Chatham party. Late that afternoon, he encountered Tommy and his father heading back toward the nearest settlement. After hearing their story, he built a campfire and a sheltered spot off the trail and cooked them a nourishing meal. When the meal was over, Waldo Chatham remarked, All right, that's the best meal I've ever eaten in my life. Oh, yeah, same here. Glad you enjoyed it. Sure, sure. I'd still like to know just what happened back there, George. I don't think there's much mystery about it. Bartley paid Lehman to drug you, leave you in the wilderness. What about Fremont? They probably took him away and dumped him somewhere on the assumption that you'd be helpless without him. I didn't realize that Tommy here was so handy with dogs. Yeah, Joe. Hey, what's wrong with King, Sergeant? Look at the way his hair's bristling up. Must have caught a sign of some time. I'd better investigate. The axis road's coming from that direction. The Sergeant had taken just a few steps when his keen eyes detected the sudden movement on the hillside overlooking the camp. Someone's up there on the hill. Get down behind the site. The shots were all going wild, and the bullet seemed to be nearly sped as they plowed into the ground. Lucky for us you gave that warning, King. They've started firing before they were close enough. Come on, boy. What are you doing, Sergeant? Whoever's doing that shooting's up there among those trees. We're going to try to force him up. Moving cautiously between points of cover, the Sergeant made his way bit by bit up the wooded hillside. When he had reached a point within effective range, he took careful aim and began firing. That took care of one of them, King. Go up and get the other bullet. King needed no further instruction. He knew instinctively what his master wanted him to do. As the shots continued, he made his way subtly up the slope, circling around among the trees. Suddenly, a scream of pain announced that the great dog had taken his quarry by surprise. Bringing up from his place of cover, the Sergeant rushed up the slope. As he reached the scene, he saw Joel Lema struggling desperately with King, while Zepp Bartley lay sprawled out motionless on the ground. Help me, buddy! Help me, stop! Help me! I'll take your gun first, as the Sergeant went to pick up Lema's gun. His back was turned as Zepp Bartley, but that moment the half-crazed mile raised its head painfully. It started to roll into position for a shot at the mountain, but Sergeant Preston heard the movement and whirled just in time. Oh, you don't know? Sorry, Bartley, but it's never a good idea to shoot a man in the back. All right, King, let the other one up now, boy. You two are under arrest in the name of the Crown. Later, when the Sergeant had brought his prisoners down the hill, an untied Fremont would have been left lying in Bartley's slay at a short distance away. Waldo Chatham remarked, Well, it's urgent for you to sit me on your board and say it. I'll tell the world we do. No need for that, but I'd certainly say that Tommy deserves some praise. You're right, Sergeant. Very friendly, Tommy, I'm... I'm mighty proud of you. If it hadn't been for you, I'd probably still be stranded back here. India, from now on, you may spend as much time with the dogs as you please. Oh, we... By the way, Fremont, how much will you take for that dog called Chicklew? I won't take any price for him, Mr. Chatham. All right. But Tommy can have him as a friend. What? Oh, thanks a lot. Hey, Chicklew, did you hear that? From now on, you're going to be my dog. Well, King, you've lost out, boy. From now on, Tommy will bring Chicklew to the finest building in the world. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Yes, well, I work here's done. Let's go. Weekends are wonderful when you stay tuned to Mutual. Gay entertainment to suit every member of your family puts bright sparkle into your days of fun and relaxation. For anyone who likes quiz games, and that includes just about everyone, there's the kind you like where you can sit back and see how close the contestants come to the answer. There's music too, of course, on Mutual's weekend schedule. Low-brow or high-brow, you can take your choice. 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