 Calling winds echo across the snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest. The Quaker Road Company, makers of Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice, the delicious cereal shot from guns. In cooperation with the Mutual Broadcasting System, presents by special recording, Sergeant Preston of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swift as his strongest lead dog of the northwest, breaking his trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest, out at the link in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On your knees! So, gold is covered in the Yukon, a stampede to the Klondike in the wild race for riches. Back to the days of the Gold Rush and the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wondered-of Yukon King as they reap the challenge of the Yukon. Do you believe in people? Do you believe that a man living in a mud hut in some dark far-off corner of the world is still a man for all of that? If you do, this message is for you. It's the story of that man and his neighbors in a primitive village in the Orient, the Middle East, Africa, South America. There are thousands of such villages all seeking something better than they have had before. Enough food to go around, a clean well, a school for the children. These are the freedom villages of our world today, and they're coming into the 20th century primarily by their own bootstraps. They need just a little help. A contribution in any amount will help swell the fund, and village by village, the free world will be strengthened. Send your contribution today to Freedom Village Care, New York 16, to any local care office. This message is brought to you as a public service. Sergeant Preston and little Terry Wiggins were seated before a blazing campfire. They were just finishing their midday meals. Terry, an orphan, was on his way to live with an uncle who ran a general store in the town of Caribou Bend. Golly, but that was a good meal, Sergeant Preston. Glad you enjoyed it, Terry. You're a good cook, aren't you? It's not my cooking that gave you such an appetite. Food always tastes good on the open trail. How much farther is it to Caribou Bend? Oh, sure, I've learned about two more hours. You know my uncle Omar very well. Well, he well only runs a general store in Caribou Bend. Haven't you ever seen him before? No, sir, I've never seen him. I don't think he'll be very pleased to see me. What makes you say that? There was a lot of songs as though he didn't like the idea of me coming to live with him. But after mother and dad died, he was the only relative I had. But I suppose he couldn't very well refuse. Omar isn't a very friendly person. He has the reputation of being stingy. But don't be put off by his manners. Underneath it only has a good heart. I'm sure he'll take good care of you. You're supposed to let me keep sparking? It's hard to say, Terry. Doesn't he know you have it on? No, sir. I didn't let him know about sparking. So, sir, he'd make me get rid of him before I can. I thought if I just brought him along, Uncle Omar might like me to see them. Well, that's all for the best. In the meantime, we'd better be heading the trail. Omar Wiggins was an elderly, dried-up-looking man with a long, sharp nose and a fringe of gray hair encircling his bald dome. He was standing behind the counter, working on a customer. Sergeant Preston and Terry entered the store. All right, Mr. Here's your copy. Now, what else do you want? You better give me a pack of flowers who are ready. Well, well, it's Sergeant Preston. Hello, Omar. I thought it was Matthew. You know, I see. I see. So you're my Matthew Terry, eh? Yes, sir. You're not quite so big as I expected. I was counting on you to help me out with some of the hard work around the store. I'll be glad to help out, Uncle Omar. Don't worry, I'll see to it that you earn your keep, all right. Hey, what incarnation is that big black-and-white dog doing in here? I don't mind King being in the store, but get that other man out of here. For now, come on. Wait a minute. I belong to you. Yes, sir. You've been a sparky. Bye. Something nothing was said about you bringing a dog along with you. I suppose I should have let you know beforehand. If you had, you'd have saved yourself the trouble of bringing him all the way up here. Because I'll tell you right now, you're not going to keep him. But Uncle Omar, sparky is a good dog. I don't care what kind of a dog he is. I don't like the cutters I never did. He's a well-mannered dog, Omar. I can vouch for that. He's powerfully built. He'd make you a fine watchdog. Yeah. He's big enough. That's what you mean? From the looks of him, he'd eat me out of house and home in time of a week. Sparky doesn't eat much. Honesty doesn't. At least give him a chance, Omar. That means a lot to Terry. Oh, no, no. You're trying to play on my sympathies. I might let him stay on for a few days till the boy gets settled. But after that, the dog will have to go. If you don't mind my button then, how about selling the rest of my order? What? Oh, yes. Yes, sir. I forgot about you. What else do I get you wanted? A sack of flowers. I'll get it for you right away. While you're attending to that, I'll go out and get Terry's things off the sled. I'll go with you, Sergeant. Oh, that's nice. I think I'm going to like you here very well. Always hard at first, Terry, moving into strange surroundings, but you'll get used to things after a while. Remember what I said about not being foot off while your uncle's running? I don't know what I'll do if he makes me get rid of Sparky. You'll have to have some changes, my son. Are you going to be like back to Dr. City? No, I have to go to Forty Mile, but I'll be back this way tomorrow. Stop getting there and see you. In the meantime, keep your chin up. The customer whom Omar had been waiting on was a tough-looking sourdough named Ben Hooper. After leaving the store, he put the supplies on his sled and went to a small cabin, which was located a short distance north of town. Ho! Ho! Ho! There, a man named Moose Farrell looked up as he entered the cabin. Well, if you don't surprise me, then... Yeah, I got him all right. I also got some bad news for you. What do you mean? The old guy's nephew has come to town to live with him. Young kid, about nine or ten. No, he brought him in while I was there. Well, what about it? The kid's got a dog. A dog? Yeah. He's got a big ring, he must, with a powerful set of choppers, too. Hey, that's not so good. Dog, all right, it's not so good. From the looks of him, as we try robbing the store tomorrow night, he's going to raise the roof. Holy mackerel, that happens. We'll have the whole town on us before we can make a getaway. Well, I know it. It's one thing in our favor, though. Old man Wheaton's don't like dogs. He told the kid that he could keep the dog for a couple of days, and then he'd have to get rid of them. Yeah, maybe well, maybe warm. We'll wait for that to happen. We may be twiddling our thumbs from now until next spring. Maybe we could hurry it up. Oh. But suppose we offered to buy them for a sled dog. You know what a miser the old guy is. Probably jump a chance to sell them if we offered a decent price. Yeah, that's an idea. Okay, we'll go into town tomorrow morning and buy the dog. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Today, July 1st, Canada, our good neighbor to the north, land strong alive, celebrates her 88th birthday. This is equal to our July 4th. And we send her our most hearty and sincere congratulations. Say, kids, which would you rather do? Read about your favorite baseball team in the papers. Or see a game on the screen. Or be right in the ballpark. Yelling for the players on your team, eating hot dogs, drinking soda pop, and having the time of your life. 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That comes the elephant down now. I'm sorry, Uncle Walmart, Sparky didn't mean to knock them over. I'll pick them all up right away. All right, Thunder, that's the last straw. First, he helps himself to a slab of smoked meat, and now he starts knocking my store down. That muck will have to go. Please, Uncle Walmart, give him another chance. Never mind, I'll do it right now. I've got to wait on these two customers. Yes, sir James, what can I do for you? Oh, you're the seller who was in here yesterday. Did you forget something on your order? No, but I remembered you saying that you might want to get rid of the dogs over there. You bet your boots I want to get rid of him. Well, sir, so happens that my partner and me need another dog for our team. We're pulling up stakes today, heading south. We might be willing to take the dog off your hand. And mister, you came along just at the right time. Bring the dog over here and let him look at him. I will, right away. Bring the dog over here, will you, Terry? No, no, please, Uncle Walmart! Bring that dog over here. Don't give any more of your back off. Come on, Sparky. Well, he looks healthy enough. Good size, too. I reckon we could use him as a wheeler. How's that, you what? We'll give you 75 bucks for it. Mister, you've just made yourself a deal. No, please, please, don't sell him. You have no right to sell him. Sparky's my pal. I bet him ever says he was a pot. I understand, there boy. If you don't hush up that nonsense, I will take my belt to you. Money in your pocket is better than a dog any day of the week. You'll find that out if you grow older. All right, here's your hundred bucks. Thanks, Mr. Duncan. He's all yours. He's brought along that bag that's over his head. Looks like he's gonna act stubborn. Don't worry, we'll handle him. I'll tie this rope to his collar and we'll drag him out if necessary. No, no, I won't let you take Sparky away. I won't let you... You won't let go that much, Terry, before I bet you'll whack across the ear. Hear what I'm telling you? Yes, sir. Yeah, that's better now. Go in the back room and stay there. Yes, sir. Go on. Go on, Sparky will help. Sparky was worried. He couldn't understand what was happening. He started after Terry, but a hand gripped his collar. Surely, pooch. Sparky gave an impatient growl and tried to pull free from his training hand. But Moose only jumped harder on his collar. Oh, you don't. All right, quick, then. Get the bag over his head. Right. But Sparky saw the bag descending over his head. He gave a smile of rage. But it was too late. He was trapped. Hold him, Moose! Don't worry, I got him. A few moments later, Moose had fastened the rope to Sparky's collar. Do you think it's a place to take off the bag now? Nothing's going. These two dogs are mad at each other. But a little later, we get back to the camera. Yeah, I reckon you're right. But in the meantime, I'll stuff the bag inside his collar. So, come on. Press, you won't read much. Now get moving. You're coming along with us! Later that day, Sergeant Preston arrived back in caribou bend and stopped in to see Terry. As he entered the store, he found Terry huddled by the stove. His eyes red from sobbing. Omar was in the back room. Why, Terry, what's the matter? Uncle Omar told Sparky. He took him away. I'm sorry to hear that, Terry. I wish there was something I could do. There's nothing anyone can do. Perhaps your uncle will let you buy him back later on. I'll be glad to chip in on the price and sell all the console. It's no use. The men who bought him are leaving town. They're taking Sparky with them. Oh, you fuck up, son. King Senterpries is with you. And so do I. Crying won't do any good. Every one of these days, I'll find you a puppy that you'll like just as well as Sparky. I don't want a puppy. I want Sparky. I'll never find another dog like him. And now I'll never see him again. It was nearing midnight when Ben Hooper and Moose Farrell prepared to leave their cabin and head for town to rob the general store. You got the teammates up, Moose? Yeah, they're all set. How about you? You get it here together. It's all packed up ready to load on the sled. How's that mutt we bought from old man Wiggins making out here? Don't worry about him. Now you got him tied up back in the cabin with a good stock rope. Who bad he's ordering? You weren't lying this morning when you told Wiggins he's making good wheel doggies. Well, yeah, you got no time to break him in. It slows you up on the trail. Yeah, I suppose you're right. Okay, let's load this gear on the sled and get moving. A short time later, the two crooks arrived in town and halted their team in front of the general store. The rain street was dark and deserted, except where two lighted cafes located some distance away. Come in, Dan, and tie it on your face. All right. All set? Oh, shit. Now let's hope you'll open up for us. Don't worry. The old buzzard will open up any time of the night if it means a chance to make a fail. The repeated knocking may finally hurt Omar Wiggins approaching from inside the store. All right, all right, that's on. You don't have to bust down the door. What's the carnation you want out there? How about selling me some coal oil? Clamping that door, I'll let you have it. Very well. What do you want? Hand that lamp you're holding over to my part. Sure, sure. Here, take it, Mr. Get your hands up and start backing inside. Put the lamp down on the counter and go get the kid moosh. He's probably sleeping in the back room. All right. What are you going to do to it? Make you open up that safe. No, I won't do it. I don't keep money in there anyway. You'll open it all right. You better make it snappy before I start squeezing this trigger. Sparky have been chewing planically the ropes that held him ever since the two cooks had left the cabin. The rope was thick. Sparky's powerful fangs were more than equal to the job of gnawing through him. Finally, all but a few strands had been severed. Sparky stopped gnawing and strained against the rope by lunging repeatedly. Suddenly, the last strands parted. And with a joyous spark, the big dog laid himself through the night to return to his beloved young master. You are a venture in just a moment. Look at that picture wind up. I hope he doesn't strike our man out. Wouldn't you like to go to a real major or minor league game with your dad or mom? Well, come out to the ballpark now as guest of a major or minor league team. Admission is absolutely free if you're 12 years or younger and bring a paying adult. And your free baseball ticket is as close as your grocery store. It's right inside packages of Quaker Pop Wheat, Quaker Pop Rice, Muffet Shredded Wheat, and two tickets inside Quaker Paco 10. The tickets tell the name of the teams and dates of the game. So rush over to your store. Get a free baseball ticket package of Quaker Pop Wheat or Rice, Muffet Shredded Wheat, or Quaker Paco 10. Now, if these special packages are not yet in your store, just do this. Send a box top from the regular packages of these Quaker series to baseball box 5205 Chicago 77, Illinois. Go now, free. To continue, 20 minutes later, after cleaning out the safe, the two crooks had just finished tying and gagging Omar and Terry. You said we'll hold them. All right. Put out the lamp. Let's clear out of here. All right. If they opened the door, a snarling mass of puries playing out. But it was the movement. It was me. Hockey lay stunned by the brutal blows of the crooks' heavy six-shooter. And then gradually, he began to regain consciousness. The room was pitch dark, but his nostrils caught the scent of his young master. Getting up off the floor, he trotted over to the spot where Terry was lying bound and gagged. With his damn sensitive muzzle, he nosed over the boy's frustrated form. Terry couldn't talk and tell the dog what to do. So instead, he rolled over and held out his wrist, which had been tied in back of him. For a few moments, Spocky was puzzled. And then finally, he realized what his master expected of him. With an eager growl, he began gnawing at the ropes around Terry's wrist. Sergeant Preston was spending the night at the cabin of Constable Dave Manley with the intention of starting back to Dawson the next morning. The two men were awakened by the noise of someone pounding at the door. We were in blazes and knocking at this time of night. I'll go see who it is, Dave. Okay. Now light the lamp. All right. Spocky, come on in. What's wrong, son? My uncle's fur was just globbed. Two men did it. The men who brought Spocky, they tied herself. He got away with all the gold, the money, and my uncle's fate. When did that happen? It was less than an hour ago. How'd you get loose, son? My dog came back just when they were making their getaway. One of the men knocked him out with a gun. But after he came to, he gnawed through the ropes on my wrist. What about your uncle? They had him knotted up so tight I couldn't untie the rope. So he told me to run and get you without wasting any more time. Come on, Dave. Get dressed and get over there as soon as possible. Back to him. When the two bodies arrived at the store, they found Omar Wiggins highly wrought up and nearly incoherent as he bewailed the loss of his money. After freeing him and calming him down, they questioned him for further details. As the robbers were wearing bandanas over their faces, what makes you so sure they were the men who bought Spocky? Well, I tell you, I recognize their voices. It's not only that. When Spocky jumped at them, one of them shouted, it's the kid's dog. The other said, he must have gotten loose. But you don't know what their names are or where they were. No, no, no. I've already chosen that. I've seen them around town a lot of times, but I never did know who they were. I suppose they've cleared up by now anyway. Knowing the dog gave away their identities. When they brought Spocky this morning, they said they were planning to leave town. Wait a minute. What's this piece of material lying on the floor? Spocky ripped that over one of the robbers' parkers. He had them by the arm. Oh, good work, Spocky. This might be the means of catching those two men. There it is. What do you mean, Spocky? I think this will give King of Sandy. Here, boy. What's this? You mean King will be able to try a little from that? I hope so. Bye. Send the rice. You're a hoax, oh, too. How about it, King? Oh! That's the answer. Send it, all right. Come on, Dave. Let's see which way they headed. Right, Captain. Must they head it north? That's probably going to make it to the border. All right, Dave. Let's get our teams and start after them. Right, Captain. The two crooks traveled hard throughout the night. But as dawn began to pale the sky, they decided they would be safe to halt for several hours left. The spot they chose for making camp was located at the crest of a sharp rise, which commanded a good view of the trail they had just covered. They had just unhits the team, and then he's spreading out their bedrolls, and they heard the sound of approaching dog-team. Someone's coming. There you go. It is the same as you there. Let's take a look. See if we can make them out. There's two of them. After that, come and breeze with them. I know. For several moments the two men stared intently, trying to make out the nature of the two approaching travelers through the dim morning light. Suddenly they'd been exclaimed in alarm. I sounded their mouth full of metal. They must be coming after us. I'm finishing up the team. I'll drop down behind this boulder and hold them off with my right hook, or you're ready to go. All right. A few minutes later, the Mounties came within range. They were greeted by a shot from the top of the rise. Dave, Dave, Dave! The four teams to opposite sides of the trail, the two Mounties quickly took cover behind trees and began to return the fire. They'll never take them this way, Dave. What else can we do? We go charging up the trail. Let's follow it with a rifle of topic for sure. You stay here and keep him occupied. What about you? I'm going to try to work my way up the slope among the trees and close in on them. Come on, King! Oh! Starting swiftly from point to point among the shadowy trees and underbrush, the sergeant quickly worked his way to the top of the rise. But as he closed in on the crooks, he realized that he would have to move more cautiously. Moose had just finished harnessing the teeth when he heard the rustle of underbrush and caught sight of sergeant Preston about 20 yards away. There he is! Get him! The sergeant fired first and Moose dropped to the ground, then swung around in panic. The bolder couldn't protect him now that he had been outflanked. He started from the nearest tree. But his attention was focused in the direction of the sergeant and he didn't realize that King was coming toward him through the underbrush from a different direction. When he did realize this day, he sure it was too late. The great dog shunned. In the yellow fight, he went down under King's attack, stopping his rifle as he did so. Don't get this dog away from me! Scold him off! I didn't know a boy like you could run. The moment later, the sergeant had picked up Moose's revolver and then came over to get Ben's rifle. Oh, my King, I have him. Don't you ever gonna kill me? The King had wanted to kill you. You'll be a dead man by now. I still don't know. Stop your whining and get up on your feet. You and your partner are under arrest in the name of the crown. After handcuffing Ben Hooper and attending to Moose Farrell's wounds, the two Motties started back to caribou Ben with their prisoners. Early that afternoon, the sergeant walked into Omar Wiggins' general store. The sergeant's back and he's from back. Five thunder so he has. Did you catch those crooks, sergeant? Did you get my money back? Yes, Omar. The crooks are in custody and your money and your gold are right here. Well, well... Better count it. Make sure it's all there. I sure do thank you, sergeant. If those crooks had gotten away, I'd have been ruined. No need to thank me. No need to thank me, Omar. But I'd say that Sparky deserves a great deal of gratitude. He set Tommy free and enabled him to notify us of the robbery. He ripped the piece off one crook's parka and that gave King the scent. Without that, we never would have been able to track them down. I realize all that, sergeant. I was a fool to ever sell Sparky in the first place. If I hadn't done that, those crooks probably never would have tried to rob me. They're right about that, Omar. I said so themselves. Then may I keep Sparky, Uncle Omar? You're a darn tootin' wheel keepin'. Why, Dad read it, Terry. You and Sparky rescued me from those crooks and saved my whole fortune. From now on, you're going to be my right-hand man. And if you need Sparky as a helper, you will have him. Oh, boy. Did you hear that, Sparky? You're gonna stay with him. You're her king. Well, thing, old boy, now that Terry has Sparky back, I'd say this case is closed. We'll return in just a moment about our next exciting adventure. The Adventures of Rin Tin Tin presented on mutual every Sunday over most of these stations is a listening treat especially designed for the whole family. Several generations have thrilled to the heroic exploits of Rin Tin Tin, the dog that's almost human. And now you can hear his further adventures every Sunday. The new series of Rin Tins' adventures are laid in the colorful and legend-filled era of the pioneer West. His young master is Corporal Rusty, who lives at Fort Apache. During the troublesome post-Civil War era, the Army cavalry finds plenty of action in keeping under control the renegade Indians who set fire to the early settlers' cabins. And as members of the Fort Apache cavalry unit, Corporal Rusty and Rin Tin Tin are engaged in many stirring escapades. Make sure your family enjoys the pleasurable listening on The Adventures of Rin Tin Tin presented by mutual every Sunday at the cost of these stations. Sergeant Preston. I'm personally reporting, sir. Sergeant, Bald Rock is out of your territory. But I wish you'd go there and investigate a mystery. Glad to, Inspector. Several people have come into Dawson from Bald Rock to sell their most treasured possessions. There must be some reason why they're so desperately in need of money. I want to know that reason. I'll start immediately, sir. Come on, King. Only some impelling force could make the people of Bald Rock lose their homes. Sergeant Preston may have to meet and fight that force. It could well be a battle to the death. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure, Monday. These Sergeant Preston of the Yukon Adventures are brought to you every Monday through Friday at this time by the Quaker Roads Company, makers of Quaker Pop Week and Quaker Pop Rice, the delicious cereal shot from guns. In cooperation with the Mutual Broadcasting System. They are a copyrighted feature of Sergeant Preston of the Yukon Incorporated, created by George W. Trendle, produced by Trendle Campbell Mule Incorporated and directed by Fred Flower Day. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. This is J. Michael wishing you goodbye, good luck and good health from Quaker Pop Week and Quaker Pop Rice. So long. This is Mutual, Radio Network for All America.