 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, placing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest mounted police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On King Kondoski! 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 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. There's the kickoff and the game is on! Whether it's football you like to play or any other sport, you need a hearty breakfast. So start tomorrow to enjoy a breakfast of delicious Quaker Puff Wheat or Quaker Puff Rice with milk or cream and fruit. 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In fact he liked his rations at the barracks so well that he returned there day after day. And today Old Timer, the Northwest Mounted is happy to serve you Buia Base. English translation, fish chowder. Then the freeze-up came and the sergeant readied his dog team for the first of the winter patrols. Just before he left on it, he asked Corporal Downey to make sure that Old Timer had enough to eat. You can depend on it Sergeant. I'll fix his food so he can eat it. Good. Get away from there Old Timer. What's the matter? Why is he nipping at your wheel dog? He wants to take his place. Still can't believe that he's too old to hit the trail. Is he though? Looks to be in pretty good condition to me. He is but during the winter frozen fish is just about the only food we can carry for the dogs and he can't eat it anymore. A little extra effort and the man can prepare something special for him. You're fat and you've ruined the morale of your team. Once you're on the trail, every dog must be treated alike or there's trouble. You mean to say that King doesn't get an extra little tit bit every now and then? Not on the trail. Line him up boy. No whether Old Timer likes it or not, the trail's no place for him. I'll see you in about two weeks, Jim. Have a good trip. Here Old Timer, you stay here boy. All right, honking, honking. The sergeant returned from his trip on schedule. And as he was feeding the team once more in the run behind the barracks, he noticed that King didn't seem to be interested in his food. He seemed to be looking for someone. And then the sergeant realized. It's feeding time and Old Timer isn't here. That's who you miss, boy. Jim, come here a second. What is it? Where's Old Timer? I don't know. He hasn't been around for the last three days. I wonder if something's happened to him. Search me. I haven't seen him around town either. Well, you go ahead and eat, King. We'll see if we can find Old Timer tonight. The sergeant asked for news of Old Timer all over town that evening. And finally, at the Monte Carlo. Thanks, you remember the dog I mean? Silver Gray Husky, Harry Weskin's wheel dog. Sure, I remember it. Good dog, too. I saw him the day before yesterday. Where? Here in town. He was working with a team and how he loved it. Oh, I don't think we're talking about the same dog. Well, I'm talking about Old Timer. Well, he's still old to work with a team. You wouldn't say that if you'd seen him leaning into those traces. Well, he's strong enough. As long as whoever it is that has him doesn't take him out on the trail. Well, that's where he was heading. You're sure, Tex? Positive. What's wrong with his hitting the trail? Well, he can't eat trail rations. This food isn't specially prepared for him, it's starved. Oh, too bad. You'd think a man would realize would have enough sense to... Well, a man who are using them are cheap charcoals, green as they come. The dogs are dog to him. What are their names? Brent and Lyndon. At least that's what they call themselves. Why do you say that? Well, no reason. Just personal prejudice. I'd call them a couple of rats, except I got too much respect for rats. You don't think they'll give Old Timer any special treatment? Maybe a good beating if he doesn't pull his weight. Well, they won't get away with it. You know where they were heading? Up the Klondike toward Grand Ledge. Grand Ledge? You have to make a patrol up there. There's no reason why I shouldn't start right away. If I'd only known that Old Timer... That's all right, Tex. We'll make sure he isn't mistreated. Brent and Lyndon have no real claim to him. Come on, King. We're going to find Old Timer. The following morning in the town of Grand Ledge, Nancy Croydon slipped into a park along before it was light, and walked down the main street in Trading Company's store. She met Herbert Gridley, the local manager, as he was just about to open the front door. I don't think the door's locked, Mr. Gridley. What's that? Is Bill here already? Well, you knew he was working late last night, and he must have fallen asleep. He didn't come home. Well, let's see. Oh, he locked the door anyway. Maybe he went to sleep on the cot out in the storeroom. Come in, come in, Mrs. Croydon. We'll wake him up and send him home with you for some breakfast. You understand, Mr. Gridley. I don't mind he's working late, but will this sting here without letting me know? I woke up a little after midnight. Wait. Good heavens. What's the matter? The safe's open. Now, that's carelessness. With Bill here and the door locked? Mrs. Croydon, all the miner's gold is gone. Bill! Wake up! Wait. Why isn't he here? The cot hasn't been slept on. He's gone. Gone. Your husband's gone, Mrs. Croydon. Oh, he couldn't be. He must be somewhere around the town if he isn't here. Don't you realize what he's done? I don't know what you're talking about. He's stolen all the gold that I've been keeping for the miners in my safe. Well, that isn't true. The facts speak for themselves. He's gone and so is the gold. Oh, my husband's not a thief. I suppose it was because of Davy, he did it. I won't let you stay such a thing. He wanted Davy to have that operation on his foot so he could run and play like the other boys. I don't really blame him for feeling the way he did. Mr. Gridley. There's something he wanted so much he didn't care what he did to get the money. You've got to stop taking it for granted. The bill's a thief. He couldn't do such a thing. Not even for Davy. Naturally, this is a shock to you. But how can I ever explain to the miners? To their loss, of course, I'm not responsible in any way, but what shall I say to them? They trusted Bill as much as I did. If someone stole the gold, it wasn't Bill. That reminds me. Of what? Well, when I woke up last night, I went to the window and I saw a couple of men down here by the store. They were driving a dog team and heading out of town. Wait. Was Bill one of them? No. You're sure? Absolutely. They were much larger men. They couldn't have had anything to do with it. Why not? Unless they were Bill's accomplices. Don't you understand, man, the outside of myself Bill's the only one who knew the combination to the safe and it wasn't forced open. We had a light snow last night. It should be easy to follow their trail. I'm not going to stand for an accusation such as you've made without fighting back, Mr. Gridley. I'm going after those men. Oh, you are just hysterical, Mrs. Croydon. This is a matter for the police. And by the time you get word to Dawson, they'll be... No. No, I'm going after them. And suppose you find Bill with them. What then? Perhaps they held him up. Perhaps he followed them. That's it. Oh, no, it isn't. Try to calm yourself and think clearly. I'm going to follow that trail. Mrs. Croydon hurried from the store and down the street to the Gordon's. She asked Mrs. Gordon to take care of Davy for the day and then ran on to her own home. Davy, where are you? I'm out in the kitchen, Mom. Have you had your breakfast? It's all ready. I'm all finished. Oh, that's fine. Davy, I'm going out of town for a little while and you're going to stay with Mrs. Gordon until I get back. I'll get your park. Where are you going? Can I come too? Not this time, dear. It's business for your father. But I'll be back in a few hours, I'm sure. Here you are. Mrs. Croydon, let me play with Spock. Oh, Gordon. I wish I had a dog. Well, we'll try and find you one. Come on, darling. All right, Mom. At noon that day, Sergeant Preston was within two miles of Grand Lenge and as the team neared the point where the hill trail joined the main one, King slowed out and looked back at his master. The sergeant stepped on the break. Oh, there. Oh, there. What is it, boy? Well, I can see the tracks of a sled and the prints the dogs left. They came from the town and turned north here, but where are you so interested? The great dog, who'd been working as a loose lead, ran up the trail and turned back to his master, asking him to follow. I told you we're looking for old timer. Is old timer a member of that team? Sounds like yes to me. All right, boy. We'll see what this trail leads. See you there. On, King. On, your King. At four o'clock that afternoon, it was already dark and the northern lights were streaking across the sky. The team had climbed high into the hills and ahead of him, ghostly in the weird glow, the sergeant could see a cluster of buildings, a town long deserted. Then suddenly King began to bark. Just ahead and lying beside the trail was a Parker-clad figure. Okay, okay. The sergeant stopped the team and ran to investigate. It was a young woman. What's wrong with her? King, she's been shot. We'll continue our story in just a moment. There's nothing like it. 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And like the football team that pours in extra power for a touchdown, wheat and rice shot from guns delivers extra food value. Yes, Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice furnish added food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and niacin. So ask for crisp, fresh Quakerpuff rice. They're never sold in bags or bulk. 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 Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice. Shot from guns. Now to continue our story. The young woman lying in the snow was Nancy Croydon. She was still alive, but the bullet wound in her shoulder was deep. Quickly the sergeant dressed it and wrapped the woman in blankets. There was an old cabin set back from the trail among the trees and the sergeant placed Nancy on the sled and drove her there. The cabin was deserted, but there was a stove and a cot inside. The sergeant worked fast. Before long the cabin was snug and warm. Nancy lying on the cot stirred under the blankets. The sergeant had a cup of broth ready for her. Hello. Don't try to talk until you've drunk this. When Nancy had finished with the broth. You... you belong to the Northwest Marley. Sergeant Preston. At your service. Did... Gridley send you after me? Why, no, I don't even know who you are. I found you lying beside the trail. Are we inside the tunnel? No, not a half mile from it. What are you doing here? Those who tell me about your son first, who shot you? I don't know. I was following his sled tracks and they led straight into the town. Well, all of a sudden I saw an old man. He was up on the roof of the hotel and he was shaking his fist at me and shouting something, something I couldn't understand. Something about the town belonging to him. And... and then the bullet hit me. It knocked me down and I got up and ran. I ran as far as I could. The old man shot you? He was the only one I could see, but he couldn't have. He didn't have a gun. There are other men in that town, though. Obviously. Do you... do you know about the robbery? No, what robbery? In Grand Ledge last night. The Northern Trading Company. Mr. Gridley accused my husband... Nancy told the sergeant why she had followed the sled tracks to the most town. Of her suspicion that the two men who drove the sled were really responsible for stealing the gold. And when she had finished her story, the sergeant asked her a number of questions. Finally... You say the sled tracks go straight through the town. I only got as far as the hotel, but they seem to be heading for the mine entrance. That's at the upper end of the street. No sign of anyone, of course, but Franklin Linden must be somewhere around. You know their names? Whether they stole the gold or not remains to be seen, but one of them must have shot you, so I'm going after them. You'll be safe and warm here. I don't try to move till I get back. I promise I won't be more than an hour. The sergeant and King started into the town. There was no sound, no sign of any human being, but the sergeant relied on King to warn him of any danger. We're still looking for old-timer King. All of the tumbledown buildings on the other side of the street seem to be deserted. The sled tracks led on to the mine entrance and disappeared inside it. Go straight into the tunnel, King. When the entrance was reached, the sergeant stopped for a moment to light a hurricane lantern. Go on, boy. Just inside the entrance, the sergeant found a sled. I'm honest, the dog's here. Easy, boy. A lot of side tunnels. No telling when we'll run into something. King never hesitated. All right, again. Well, this tunnel must run through the hill at the back of the town. Sloping down, yes. Suddenly, there was a sharp explosion that rocked the walls of the tunnel. It was followed by the dull rumble of a landslide. Hold it, boy. It's not as if it came from the entrance. Perhaps there isn't any entrance now. You don't seem to be worried, though, King. Still want to go on? Oh, dogs. So we're still heading for Old Timer. Go on, King. A few minutes later, the tunnel opened into a vault-like timbered room. The ceiling was supported by a line of posts. And to each of them, a dog was tied. With one exception, all of them were on their feet and barking at King. The exception was Old Timer. He was lying down very still. But there was a welcome in his eyes for his friends. Hello, Old Timer. How are you feeling, boy? Hungry? Well, if we ever get out of here, I'll be taken care of. A muffled voice from the corner of the room attracted the sergeant's attention. It was a man bound and gagged. The sergeant made short work of cutting his ropes and untying the gag. Thanks. You Bill Croydon? How did you know that? Sergeant Preston, Northwest Mountain Police. I'm investigating the Grand Ledge robbery. The Grand Ledge, a couple of crooks by the name of Brent and Lyndon. I work for the Northern Trading Company. I know, go on. I was working late. They knocked on the door. I figured it was a couple of travelers who needed supplies, so I let them in. They forced you to open the safe? No, they didn't have to. I'd been working. I was just getting ready to put the ledgers back in the safe. It was open. All they did was knock me out and tie me up. When I came to, I was on the trail on their sled. Where's the gold? Up above. Yes, this room is right underneath the hotel. There's a ladder over there that leads up to a trapdoor. Are Brent and Lyndon up there? I guess so. They went up the ladder a few minutes ago and they heard the explosion. I have a few questions, Bill. Why did they take you with them after the robbery? Any idea? Oh, I haven't. Had you ever seen them before last night? I saw them hanging around town during the day. So you'd have been able to describe them? Of course. I didn't know you. About your son, for instance, and the operation you should have. I didn't even know their names until I heard them talking to each other. There was no way in which they could guess that you would be blamed for the robbery. Me? You have been. The fact that you needed money and the fact that you disappeared at the same time the gold in. Greatly couldn't believe that I'd take it. I wonder if he really does. Seems to me that he was a little too ready to assume that you were guilty. As the sergeant was freeing, Bill Croydon, Brent, the main entrance of the mine. That crazy hermit again set a blast up on the hill and started a landslide. The opening's closed for good. Yeah, and our sled just inside. Right. Someone driving up the trail. Must be Gridley. We'll take his sled for our getaway. About time, Gridley. I told you I wouldn't be able to leave town until it was dark. Everything all right? Depends on what you call all right. You said this town was deserted. It has been for years. A crack-brained old prospector thinks he owns a place. Look, just blasted the entrance of the mine. There was a woman, too. A woman? That was Croydon's wife. She saw you leave town last night and followed you. Where is she now? I took a pot shot at her and she beat it. That's funny. I didn't meet her on the trail. If she went for help, she'd go straight back to Grand Lenge. How would she go to Dawson? The red coats. I don't like the way things are going at all. Neither do we. We want to get out of here fast. All right, where's the gold? In the hotel. Come on, we'll make our split. He's at it again. The hermit. The hotel had smoke coming out of the windows. He set the place on fire. Come on, we've got to get that gold. The sergeant climbed the ladder and slowly raised the trapdoor. A billowing cloud of smoke choked him. A second later, he was able to see that the room was in flames. In the middle of the floor, there was a large canvas bag. He ran to it, lifted it, and from its weight knew this was the stolen gold. It was impossible to reach the front of the hotel. He ran back to the trapdoor and started down the ladder. Smoke, sergeant. The hotel's on fire. Can't stay here. These timbers will be catching in a minute. I have the gold. Help me set these doors loose, will you? Yeah. Where are we going? Back into the tunnels. But what if the other entrance is here? We're going to be trapped down here for good? I don't think so. If the floors fall due to the timbers crash, the tunnels will be blocked. There'll be no way out. Wouldn't it be better to try and get through the front of the hotel? There's no chance, Bill. Who knows? There may be a third exit from the mine. Yeah, but how can we find it? We'll have to leave that to King and the other dogs. Anyway, we can't stay here. Go on, King. The smoke billowing through the tunnel forced the sergeant and Bill to retreat farther and farther. King stayed close to his master's side and so impressed the other dogs with his authority that they followed quietly behind him. King, boy, I want to go out. Out. Understand? Lead the way. Out, boy. The great dog looked up into a sergeant's face. Out? For him, it was a simplest command in the world. And he trotted on ahead. Left. Left. Right. Right. But at the end of ten minutes, he seemed to be leading the sergeant straight toward a blank wall. And then, as the light from the hurricane lantern hit it, the sergeant realized there was a door in the wall. Oh, good boy, King. Good boy. What is it? A door. I don't know where it leads. It must be an old tool shed. And there's another door. The light coming from underneath it. Now we'll see where we are. The sergeant opened the door carefully. The tool shed was above the blocked main entrance to the mine and farther down the hill in the light of the blazing hotel, the sergeant could see three men. There they are. Yeah. What are you going to do? Arrest them. The killers. I'm sure they meant to kill me. Eventually, they said so. It's three against one, sergeant. Not quite, Bill. King will help me once you find it. Why don't I go off my parka and I can see my uniform? It makes a fine target. I'm also going to check my gun. Now we're ready. Let's go, King. Head erect, shoulders square, with King trotting beside him, the sergeant walked slowly down the hill toward the burning hotel. His gun was in its holster. It is almost an unwritten law with the force never to draw first. The authority of their uniform is enough. The sergeant walks the men closely. They saw him. They recognized him as an officer of the law. There was a hurried conference between them and then they turned to face the sergeant once more. He never changed his pace. He was within 20 feet of them when Brent cracked. The outlaw went for his gun. The sergeant matched his draw. Brent shot for a while, but the sergeants caught Brent in the arm. Lyndon had made a break for the corner of the hotel, but King was after him and tripped him up. The sergeant picked up Brent's gun from the ground and took Ridley's from his holster. Then he walked down to Lyndon. You can mud him up now, King. Come on, stand up. Now you're gone. Sergeant, there's some mistake. My name is Ridley. I'm a respectable businessman. Your being here proves that. My safe was robbed by these two men. I followed them here. Oh, none of that, Ridley. You planned the whole deal. You made a mess of it, too. Sergeant, I swear... You can do that when you take the witness stand. The case is clear. The miners of Grand Ledge trusted you and left their goal with you. You arranged with these two men to have it stolen and for your assistant to be blamed. You're under arrest in the name of the Queen. It was nearly a week later. The sergeant was working in his office at headquarters when the door opened and corporal Downey entered. Oh, King. Howdy, sergeant. Just back from Portimae. Oh, good trip. Fine. Sam gave me your report on the Grand Ledge robbery to Ridley. You know, I think something should be done for little Davy Croydon. Something has. Oh? What? Well, the miners were so glad to get their gold back that they made up a purse for the Croydons. They've moved here to Dawson, and Davy's going to get the treatment he needs. Oh, I'm glad to hear it. Now, there's just one other place where your report's incomplete. You started up to Grand Ledge to bring old Timer back. What about him? All taken care of. The Croydons have adopted him. Oh, that's good, too. Sorry, the old fella can't pull a sled anymore. Oh, you said he couldn't. Look out the window. Hello, Davy. Go to it, son. So old Timer's pulling Davy's sled. Right. He's happy. So is Davy, and so am I. This case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Monday's adventure. Here's a taste treat you want to repeat. It's Quaker Puffed Rice and Quaker Puffed Wheat. These famous ready-to-serve breakfast cereals are actually shot from guns to make them bigger and better tasting. They have a come-back for more nut-like flavor, a come-again tender crispness, and they're good for you. Yes, Quaker Puffed Rice and Quaker Puffed Wheat are a real treat and so easy to serve. Make sure to have a good supply of both delicious kinds on hand for this coming weekend. Eat the wheat one day, rice the next. That's the original crisp, fresh, Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. Never sold in bags or bulk. Buy the big red and blue package with the smiling Quaker Man on the front. Listen, Monday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of the senator finds a treasure. The case began when the inspector sent me to check on the death of a notorious confidence man who called himself Senator Blackburn. It turned out that the senator wasn't dead at all. But when I traced him back to Dawson, I found that he disappeared from his hotel under mysterious circumstances. King and I set out to unravel that mystery. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Monday. 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 Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. The breakfast cereal shot from guns. For a delicious hot breakfast, eat Quaker Oats. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Delicious, nutritious, makes you feel ambitious. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. 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