 Now as gunshots echo across the wind-swept snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, Quaker-puff wheat and Quaker-puff rice, the breakfast cereal shot from gun, present the challenge of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swiftest and strongest lead dog of the northwest, blazing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest modern police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. 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. Fellas and Girls, calling all fellas and girls, listen carefully. Nutrition authorities say breakfast should furnish from one quarter to one-third of the day's total food requirements. Teacher says, eat a good breakfast. And mom says, eat a good breakfast. Fellas and girls, there's good advice. Eat a good breakfast. And you can't go wrong if you eat plenty of cereal, fruit, milk, bread and butter. So tomorrow, enjoy a delicious bowl full of Quaker-puff wheat or Quaker-puff rice topped with milk and fruit. There's no beaten this eaten. Talk about tasting swell. Mmm, boy. What's more, for extra health benefits, crisp, tender, wheat or rice shot from guns has restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and iron. Yes, and talk about flavor. Just you try them. You'll love to eat. Quaker-puff rice. And Quaker-puffed wheat. It was a sharp cold evening in early October when the river packet Lady Bell made its way on the last trip north to Dawson. Sergeant Preston, with a great dog king beside him, walked toward the bow of the boat to view the ever-changing magnificence of the Yukon territory that lay before them. As they approached the rail, Preston noticed a young man and woman standing close and gazing intently at the shimmering northern sky. The young woman turned, and then, as her eyes rested on King, she involuntarily uttered an exclamation. Oh, there's that big dog! Don't be nervous, please, King, mother. Who was your fella? Gosh, you sure a fine dog. See, you were the Royal Northwest Monopolis, aren't you? That's right. I'm Sergeant Preston. I'm Ben Yancy, and this is my wife, Ann. How do you do? I'm glad to meet you. Same here, Sergeant. Thank you. You, uh, new to the Yukon? Yes, we are. We, uh... We had a little store down in Juneau, but we sold out and were going to Selkirk. I see. The gutting there is us before the winter sets in. I know. Frankly, I'm not too happy about going to Selkirk. The idea was kind of sudden. Oh, you'll get used to it, Ann. You see, sir, I inherited a gold claim. That's why we're going up there. Oh, really? Yes, an uncle of mine went up there two years ago. He died last month and left his claim to me. Ben had a letter from a lawyer in Selkirk saying the claim had been willed to him, and it was necessary to come there to settle things. Well, I hope for your sake, Mr. Yancy, that it's a prosperous claim. No, I hope so, too. We didn't get much for selling our store in Juneau, and we've about used up all of it making this trip. I see. I haven't stopped at Selkirk since last spring, but, uh, going out to my dog team now in Dawson. And I'll head back through Selkirk. I'll look you up then. It'll be about ten days from now. Good. We'll know more about things than Selkirk. Yes, and we'll be very glad to see you again. We won't know anyone there in Selkirk. By the way, I know quite a few people in the territory. Perhaps I knew your uncle. Say, we're nearing Selkirk now, Anne. Come on, we have to get our things together. Yes, we'll soon be docking. Oh, let's hurry, Ben. Goodbye, Sergeant. Bye, King. Goodbye, Sergeant. Bye. See you again soon. Arriving at Selkirk, Ben and Anne Yancy left the boat and went to the hotel. The following morning, they walked the short distance to the office of lawyer Frank Davis, who had written a letter to Ben. Oh, I hope Mr. Davis is in his office. We'll soon know. Come on. Are you lawyer Davis? Yes, that's right. Hey, you must be Ben Yancy. That's right. This is my wife. Well, I'm glad to see you both. Sit down and we'll attend the business right away. Here's a chair for you. All right. Thank you. Thank you, sir. Thanks. Here's a letter you sent me, Mr. Davis. Oh, yes. You have a cigar, Ben? No, thanks. Your uncle described you to me quite well, so I'm sure of your identity, Ben. Yes, sir. Ed, Mauro and I were good friends. Too bad about his death. A pneumonia it was that took him off. Oh, poor Uncle Ed. Of course, he was getting along in years, but he was wise enough to make a will, and he appointed me to take care of things and get it settled. How long will it take, Mr. Davis? We can settle things right away, Ben. A couple of papers to sign, that's all. This tin box contains what cash and personal affection Uncle left. I'll open it. It contains his watch and chain and $50 in cash, as you can see. $50? That's right. Of course, there's the gold claim. It'll take you out there right away. But we thought if he had a gold claim, he must have left more than $50. I'm sorry if you came up here with a wrong impression. Perhaps I should have been more explicit in my letter. Of course, there's a cabin out there to live in with its furnishings. How far is it from town? About five miles east of here, Mrs. Hensley. Gosh, I don't have much left after our trip, but we wouldn't have any transportation there either. You'll need a sled and dogs, I suppose. I may be able to arrange so that you can get them if you decide to stay. Ben, what are we going to do? We can't make a living at that claim if your uncle got so little from it. I know. But I guess there's nothing we can do now, but try it. That's the spirit, Ben. Here, sign these papers and then I'll get horses and take us out to the cabin. Ben signed the papers which showed that he'd received his legacy from the lawyer. Then, leaving Selkirk on horses, the three of them soon arrived at the cabin. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, heavens, is that the cabin? Well, that's it, ma'am. You'd better look around. Gosh, it's pretty weather-beaten. Here, honey, let me help you. All right, thank you. Oh, it needs repairing. I'll unlock the door. It doesn't seem possible that Ben's uncle could live in a place like this. Look there on the table. Oh, Uncle Ed's picture. Like the one he sent us. I guess this was his place, all right. Colleen, I don't know what to say. If I had the money to take you back, we wouldn't think of staying. Well, no need to feel like that, Ben. I'll tell you what. You stay here a couple of days or so and look things over. The claim is out and back. Oh, but we haven't food in we- Well, I stocked a bit of food in here knowing you'll be along on that boat. There's enough for a few days or so. Gosh, Mr. Davis, I wish you had told us what to expect. Yes, yes, I guess I should have. I'll tell you what. Stay here a few days. I'll leave two of the horses with you. And if you don't think you can make a go of it, maybe I can find someone to buy out the claim. For at least enough to get you back to Juneau. I'm sure I can get a few hundred dollars for it. Well, that's awfully kind of you, Mr. Davis, but we can't let you- Now say no more about it, Mrs. Yancey. I feel a bit guilty about this matter and I know I can push through the deal in time for you to take the return boat at the end of next week for White Horse. That is, if you want to leave- Well, we'll stay a couple of days and, like you say, look things over. Good. And if you decide to go back, just come on into town and let me know. There's a shed out back where you can stable the horses' bend. They'll be safe there from the wolves. Wolves? Well, now I shouldn't have frightened you. As a matter of fact, the wolves won't bother you around here at least until after the snow sets in and they get hungry. Well, I'll get back to town now. Thanks for everything, Mr. Davis. Well, that's all right. And if you want to see me just ride on into town. Goodbye, dear. Then what are we going to do? No, no, honey. Take it easy. Let's give it a try. There might be gold in the claim. Who knows? If things don't work out, we'll accept his offer and go back on the boat. That afternoon, Ben went out and looked over the claim. Even to his inexperienced eyes, it showed little promise. Yet he was determined to give it a try. He found no tools of which to work, so taking one of the horses, he rode into town to the trading post. When he entered in the ports of the counter, we looked him over critically. I want to buy a pick and shovel. Oh, a pick and a shovel, is it, huh? Sure, and you're new here, aren't you, mister? That's right, I am. Well, I'll get the things you want. When did you get in the cell car? There you are. Like I just said, when did you get in? Came in on the boat last night. Well, that's ten dollars for the pick and ten for the shovel, mister. There it is. What's yours? Ben Yancy. Ben Yancy, eh? You fixing to work a claim? Yes, my wife and I have a claim about five miles east of here. Five miles east, you say? Great day, you don't mean that worn-out claim with that cabin is, with the porch roof rotted off? Yes, that's it. Well, no. I hate to get you down, son, but an old sourdough give up that claim some time ago. It's a dead claim. I hope you didn't put any money into getting it. No, it was love to me. Well, that sure is something to leave to somebody all right. Well, you'd better not waste your time trying to work that claim, Yancy. Is there anything else? No, thanks, that's all. I'll be in again. Goodbye. Goodbye, son, and good luck. You're sure needed. We'll continue our story in just a moment. I am thinking of something. Can you tell me what it is? Gee, are we gonna play that swell game again? Yeah, like we did the other day. Right, kids, remember you just asked 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 we all know about? Right, Billy, what I have in mind is really famous. Gee, would you be thinking again like last time of Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice? No, but you're warm. Does it have anything to do with breakfast? It sure does. Gosh, I'm stoned. Well, does it have anything to do with Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice? Right, Billy, you're really warm. In fact, you're getting hotter in a $2 pistol. Oh! Does it make a loud noise? That's a bang-up question, fella. You're right on the bullseye with both barrels. I got it. 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Wheat or rice shot from guns is never sold in bags or bulk. Ask for the big red and blue package with the famous smiling Quaker Man on the front. That way, you'll be sure of getting the one and only Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. Now to continue our story. After leaving the trading post, then rode back to the cabin with the tools he had purchased. By the time he rained up at the cabin, his thoughts were in a turmoil. Oh, hold that, hold! I've seen you both the time, but really, what was the claim then? Maybe, after all, we might be... I'm not... I don't know what to think. What do you mean? Well, the way the old stalker would talk when he found out we had this claim out here. What did he say about it? That's just it. I don't understand it at all. He said an old sourdough gave up this claim some time ago. It was a dead claim. A dead claim? Yes, he said I'd better not waste my time trying to work it. Then, as I was leaving, he wished me luck, saying I'd sure need it. Well, but why on earth did your uncle go to the trouble of making a will to leave it to him? Oh, I don't know. I'm confused about the whole thing. Ben, why not go into town to see Mr. Davis about the offer he made? We'll starve to death here if the claim really isn't any good. Davis is just trying to be nice to us. We'll be taking advantage of him to take his money for this place. I'll take the claim for a few days. Maybe Uncle Ed did make a strike just before he died and didn't tell anyone about it. Believe me, if there isn't any gold out there, we're really on the spot. During the next few days, the temperature dropped and heavy snows fell. It was the first part of the following week when Sergeant Preston and King, returning from Dawson, stopped with a dog team in front of the trading board. Booking! Hi, Husky! Come on, fella! Hello, Mike. Where? Where? Sergeant Preston and King. It's good to see you again. King's glad to see you again, Mike. We haven't been here in Selkirk for some time. Sure, we missed you, too, that we did. Well, what brings you here now, Sergeant? I stopped in town to see a young couple I met on the boat. Maybe you can tell me where to find them. Well, now, maybe I could if I knew their names. Ben Yancey and his wife. Ben inherited a gold claim around here, he told me. Ben Yancey? Say now, there was a young fella by that name coming here a while back. Bought a pick and shovel. Poor chap. He sure looked downcast and I told him about the claim he inherited. He could dig out there till doomsday without turning up as much as a grain of gold. Really? As strange as Uncle should bother making a will, if that's the case. Those two young people were almost without funds, they told me. By the way, who owned that claim, Mike? Sure, and nobody's been near the place for a year, I'd say, Sergeant. What? The old sourdough who used to have it gave up, went to Whitehorse. Oh, that's odd. Ben told me his uncle died about a month ago and left everything to Ben. The only one who's died around here was old Ed Morrow. He was a little over a month ago. Ed Morrow? He owned a nugget mine, as I recall. That's right. Now, if it was something like that the Yancey's inherited, they'd really have something. Yes, sir. Mike, is there a lawyer here in town now? Sure is, Sergeant. A fella named Frank Davis. Oh, him and Morrow was thick as two peas. That they were. I see. Thanks, Mike. You've given me an idea. And if I'm right, King and I will have to move fast. Come on, boy. Let's go, King. Meantime, while Sergeant Preston and King were at the trading post, a man hurriedly entered lawyer Davis's office. Well, what's your hurry, Hank? The wolves chasing him. You better stop puffing on that cigar and listen to what I have to say, Frank. Well, what is it? I just saw Sergeant Preston and his dog go into the trading post. What about it? If he should happen to run into that fellow Yancey, he might ask questions. Seeing as how Yancey's a stranger around here, you better do something about closing that deal and quick. Yes, I guess you're right at that. If I can get Yancey to sign over his claim to me, I'll be safe. Yeah, but the fool's still trying to work that dead claim out there. I thought he'd give up and now come in and take up your proposition. Who did that? The only thing to do now is take the paper and the money and go out there. You better do some fast talking. The last boat south gets here in the morning and they ought to be on it. I'll talk them into it. After they sign, I'll take them by a shortcut over to your place near the nugget mine for the night and then see that they take the boat in the morning. Better go out back, get your dog team together and head for Yancey's. Better follow the back trail out of town, too, since you're fairly new around town. That Mountie might ask you some questions if he met up with you. All right, I'll take the paper with me. I'll put it in my pocket and get going. Now, look up the office after I leave and then keep your eyes on Preston. Davis left by the back way and it was about five minutes later that Sergeant Preston and King stopped out front. Hank, who was just about to leave, heard Sergeant Preston stop. He sat down behind the desk and waited. Well, Sergeant, come right in. Thanks. Are you the lawyer, Frank Davis? No, Davis is out of town. He's missing on the last boat on business. I see. Well, that's possible. As I remember, several people did get on here at Selkirk. I was on that boat, but I don't know Davis by sight. Oh, too bad. If you had any business with him, you could have talked to him then. Yes. You sure Davis went to Dawson? Oh, yes, I'm sure. Sorry, I missed him. Oh, by the way, can I offer you a cigar? No, thanks. I don't smoke them. I don't know why. Well, then why did you... Who are you and what are you doing here? I'm Hank Greenway. I sort of look after things here while Davis is away. Besides playing office, boy, to Davis, what else do you do around Selkirk? Now, listen here. No, you listen to me. Quiet, King. I've seen you around town before and I happen to know your office manager for the Nugget Mining Company. Well, what if I am? You told me you didn't smoke cigars. That smoldering cigar butt there tells me someone left here in a hurry just before I came in. You lied about Davis being in Dawson, didn't you? Now, see here. You have no right to come in. I'll take a look out back. Now, wait a minute. Davis haven't left in a hurry with his dog team. I have some questions to ask him, so I'll trailing him as for you, Greenway. I might want to ask you a few later. So stick around town till I get back. Come on, King. Up front, boy. Come on, King. Once more it had begun to snow heavily. But not knowing where Davis was heading, Preston and King were slowed a bit as they tried to follow his trail in the storm. In their small cabin, Anne and Ben Yancey glanced at each other as they listened to the moaning of the wind outside. Ben, the last boat for a white horse leaves here tomorrow. I know, but if this storm keeps up, we couldn't use the horses to get to town. But maybe if we left right now... We couldn't chance it without a dog team, Anne. I guess I've been a fool not to have gone in and accepted Davis's offer before this, but I felt that... I know. You felt that he was just being nice to us by making that offer. Yes, I'm sure of it. Nobody would want to buy this place. But we can't stay here. I can't stand it. Oh, Ben, you have to do something right away before it's too late. That awful wind and those wolves howling last night. I know how it affects you. Maybe we can... Oh, something's coming. Hello! Hello there! Let me get inside. Who came out in all this storm? I'm so glad to see... I know the way out here blindfolded, Mrs. Yancey. I used to come often to see your uncle. Yeah, that's right. I've been so frightened. We must get away from here. Well, it's a good thing I came out then. My offer still holds good if you want to accept it. In fact, I brought out the paper for Ben to sign if he wants to. Oh, yes, of course he'll sign it. Oh, but the boat. Suppose it doesn't come through on... Oh, the boat will come through in the morning. The river hasn't iced up enough yet to stop it. But could we get to town all right? Yes, of course. I'll see to that. I have a paper for you, Ben. And, Ben, you'd better read it first. I never let people sign things without reading them over. Read it, Ben, out loud. I, Ben Yancey, do hereby give up all right entitled to the Nugget Mine and other properties, real and personal, which are willed to me by Edward Morrow, to Frank Davis for the sum of $300. Of course you can keep the watch and chain and the $50 you got, Ben. Oh, Mr. Davis, you're so good to us. That's right, he is. But what's this Nugget Mine mean, Mr. Davis? Well, that's the way this claim was registered, Ben. Your uncle wanted to give it a name. Oh, Jack. Here's the pen. Thanks. Oh, sign it right there on that line and can witness it. All right. There. Are you in? I'll be glad to. There, Mr. Davis, it's awesome. Wait a minute. As Sergeant Preston and King entered, the wind and a sudden gust blew the sign paper off the table across the cabin. Well, the paper, the wind blew it off the table. Well, I'll get it. Get it, King. Get that paper. No, he won't. Shut him away. Easy, King. Make it here, boy. Give me that paper. That's it. I'll report you to headquarters. You have no right budding in on this transaction. The deal has been completed. Well, this is an interesting document, Davis. Sergeant, why are you interfering? Mr. Davis is only trying to help us. He's only trying to cheat, Ben, out of one of the richest minds in this territory. Nugget Mine, formerly owned by Ed Morrow. That's my uncle's name. I know. Did he give you the $300, Ben? No, not yet. And the deal hasn't been closed, Davis. I'll just tear this paper up. A bullet coming through the window had barely creased Preston's forehead and he stood momentarily stunned. But the great dog, King, moved into action instinctively while the deep-throated snarly moved back and then sprang. The dog went right through the window. I'll get that paper now. No, you won't. I'll get him, Ben. Get your gun and watch him, Ben. All right. I'll go see what King found. I'm King. How are we, John? They came through the window. I am. Get inside, you. Get going. Who's he, Sergeant? Ben. This is Hank Greenway, manager, or I should say former manager of the Nugget Mining Company. That's your company now. You have nothing against this. Nothing. They both signed that paper of their own free will. As the lawyer, Davis, you should know the charge of attempted murder of a member of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police will stand up against both of you. Not to mention your attempt to take over the Nugget Mine by your tigery. You're both under arrest. Oh, wait, wait, wait. I had no knowledge that Hank Greenway followed you out here to shoot at you. You told me to watch that, Malmy. You're just as much to blame as I am. Yes. Well, let the court decide that. Does all this mean that we... that Ben did inherit something worth while, Sergeant? Yes, Mrs. Yancey, it does. Besides the Nugget Mine, Ben inherited a large home in Selkirk if you want to stay there. Oh, Ben. Now we won't have to go back after all. If you hadn't been such a soul poke, Davis, you'd have got them to sign that paper long enough. Good thing they didn't get you to sign it sooner, Ben. Both you and Ann might have suddenly disappeared. I've met men like Davis before. A disgrace to a fine profession. Well, probably fine. He's been disbarred. You think you're smart, don't you? If it hadn't been for that dog, Hank could have finished you off with another shot. Luckily, King was here, though, Davis. And he outsmarted both of you. When I think how close you came to being killed, Sergeant, it makes me sure. I deserve that creasing as a lesson, as a lesson. Yes. I should have known Greenway would follow me out here from town. Gosh, I think you were plenty smart to figure things out and follow Davis here, Sergeant. Oh, thanks, Ben. But let's admit that King saved the day. That's because of him. We can see this case is closed. Hey, fella? In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Friday's program. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Yes, fellas and girls, hurry and re-enlist in the Junior Red Cross. Be first to sign up again this year. Do your part to help the Junior Red Cross help other kids who don't get the breaks. Kids in hospitals, in orphanages, in foreign countries, and in our own country. Yes, do your part. Re-enlist in the Junior Red Cross. Join up first thing tomorrow. 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 Week and Quaker Puff Rites, the breakfast cereal shot from guns. Listen Friday when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the adventure of Shadow. Shadow was the name of a fine dog owned by Constable Drake. King and I found Shadow beside the body of his dead master. That was the beginning of a manhunt. The killer's trail was blazed by acts of treachery, and when that trail divided, we found a problem that could never have been solved without the able assistance of King. Be sure to hear this exciting story Friday. Till then, this is J. 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