 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice, the breakfast cereal shot from guns, present the challenge of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swiftness and strongest lead dog of the northwest, blazing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest modern police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. And King, one new huskies. Gold, gold discovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the Klondike in the wild race for riches. Back to the days of the gold rush, with Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice bringing you the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog Yukon King as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. Nutrition authorities say breakfast should furnish from one quarter to one-third of the day's total food requirements. So eat a good breakfast. Eat a better breakfast. Eat a cereal. Yes, you can't go wrong if you eat plenty of cereal, fruit, milk, bread and butter. So tomorrow enjoy a bowl full of delicious Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice topped with milk or cream and fruit. There's no beating this eating for taste and swell. What's more, for added health benefits, crisp, tender, wheat or rice shot from guns furnishes restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and dion. Yes, and talk about good. Just try them. You'll love to eat Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat. It was a bitter cold day when corporal Delaney of the northwest modern police pushed two prisoners before him into the small jail at Carson Corners. The Mountie had come a long way that day and his face was blue with cold and his eyes heavy from lack of sleep. Zeke, the old jailer, poked up the fire in the big stove as the corporal put the prisoners into the empty cell. They will have this place hoarded in the Dutch oven in a few minutes, Corporal, so that you can thaw out. You got some tea on your sled out there. I can heat up some water for you. Zeke, maybe you better make some tea for the prisoners, but I'm going on over the cafe and have an early supper and turn in. Sleep is the only thing I'm interested in. I don't suppose you slept much lately, having to guard two prisoners all the way from Moose Creek? I was mighty glad to get here, I'll tell you. My job's finished now, though. I'm going back to my station in the morning. Sergeant Preston will pick those men up and take them to Dorset. This fire feels good. Sure'll be glad to see you, Sergeant. When do you think he'll get here? I don't know exactly, but I imagine he'll get here in two or three days. In the meantime, keep a sharp watch on those two in the cell. They're tricky. You have a lot of trouble with them? That's why I couldn't get any sleep. They tried to escape twice. They know they're going to hang from murder, so they're quite desperate. Don't you worry. I'll watch him. I'll deliver him to Sergeant Preston when he comes. My wife will be glad to hear that the sergeant's coming to town. She likes him and always has him to supper. I know she'd be glad to have you eat with us tonight, Corporal. If you can wait long enough for her to cook it. That's nice of you, Zeke, but I'm afraid I wouldn't make very good company. I'd probably fall asleep in my plate. I'll be getting along now. I might as well walk over with you. I can help you unharness the team and feed them while Joe gets your supper going. I'll bring the prisoners their supper, too. I imagine they're hungry, all right, and I'd welcome some help from my dog team. Come on. As Corporal Delaney and Zeke left the jail, one of the men in the cell rose from the cot in which he'd been sitting. Mike Horton was big and towered over the French Canadian who stood near the cell door. His big hands covered with red hair, Mike grasped the bars of the door and shook them fiercely. Maybe I can break one of these bars loose. The bars too strong, even for you. We've got to get out of here if we want to save our necks. Yeah, we freeze our star with no supplies. I'd rather take a chance on that than have my necks stretched by a rope. Don't worry. If we get out of here, we'll get supplies. How will you get out? That old dodo of a jailer ain't very smart. If he comes too close to these bars and I can get my hands on him, I'll bet we go free. You hear what Mountie tell him? He'll say to watch you. He said the money that's coming for us would be here in about three days. That gives us a little time for the old man to get careless. He's just got to do it once. Yeah, well... Me, I'm tired. Food and sleep tonight for me, that's all. Yeah, good sleep is what we both need. Some hot food. When that old geezer gives us our dinner, I'm going to be watching him. I'll find out where he carries his keys and how careless he is. And tomorrow night, we'll know just what to do. You think tomorrow night we try to escape? You're with me, aren't you? You'll try and make a break with me tomorrow night. Yeah, I can lose nothing. To starve or freeze or hang, there's no choice. If we get out of here before that other money gets to town, we don't do any of them. We'll get free and get out of the country. I get a plan. Tomorrow we plan. Tonight? The early winter darkness had fallen as Sergeant Preston drove his dog team into town the following evening. As he neared Zeke's cabin close to the edge of town, his big lead dog king slowed his pace, and the sergeant chuckled as the dog halted in front of it. Easy now, I thought you'd know where to stop. You want to go in and see Zeke and Molly, don't you? You'll never forget places that have nice, juicy bones waiting for you. Well, come on, I was going to stop here anyway. Hello, Molly. Why, Sergeant Preston and King, come here. Go on in, boy. We didn't expect you for another day or so. Zeke said you'd probably be here in about three days. When Corporal Delaney got here with the prisoners. Oh, yes, they're safe in jail. Zeke's down there now, getting the supper for them. Oh, now take off your pocket and sit near the stove and get warm. Thanks, Molly. Oh, King, I'm glad to see you. Make better time than I expected. It's a good thing I did, starting to snow. I'd like you to have a heavy storm before morning. Just stay and have supper with us. We'll eat just as soon as Zeke gets back. You know, I was hoping you'd ask me. You know very well that you and King don't have to be as Sergeant. You're welcome here anytime you come to town. Zeke, have any trouble with the prisoners? No, none at all. He was worried about them because Corporal Delaney said they were desperate men. So Zeke slept at the jail last night. He said they didn't give him any trouble at all. One of them was even kind of pleasant. He said he heard them talking about life in the jail because it was warm and they were getting hot food. I'd may be aware of trying to get Zeke off his guard. I never thought of that. But if they're sensible, they'd never try escaping. They'd be taking an awful chance. It's so cold. Most prisoners wouldn't leave a warm jail on a night like this even if the doors were unlocked. But you must remember, these men are going to hang. They might be willing to risk freezing. Zeke is watching them. He plans to sleep there again tonight, but he's coming home for supper. It takes them their supper from the cafe. It's closer. Zeke can sleep at home tonight. I'll sleep at the jail. Oh, speaking of supper, I better go out and feed my dogs. You're going to leave them here tonight? I'll leave them in harness, take them with me. There's a place for them behind the jail. Inside the jail, Mike and Louis waited restlessly for Zeke to return from the cafe with their supper. Louis was nervous, and his hands picked at the blanket covering the cot on which he sat. It's cold. It is bad. We'd no supply. We'd freeze. We'd go on to the night if we get the chance. That muddy may get here sooner than they expect and don't worry about supplies. We set fire to the jail and everyone will come running here. We take what we please from the cabins at the edge of town. If everything work as you plan, but maybe no... Well, old Zeke ain't as careful as he was. When he gave us our dinner this noon, I could have grabbed him, but I couldn't rest being seen on daylight. Tonight, they'll be sure we've burned up with the jail. They won't even start looking for us. They'll be sure we're dead along with old Zeke. Quiet. He comes. Well, here's your dinner, boys. Hope it's still warm. I hurried as fast as I could to keep it from freezing solid. It's getting colder. It looks like the storm's blowing out. Well, thanks, Zeke. I'm getting hungry. Yeah, maybe I can help you, huh? Let go of me! Let go! It'll be quieter. I'll break your arms. I'm throwing you these keys. Let go of this belt. Pull him closer to the box. Get him down. Get his gun. Got him. He's gone. Yeah, you get the door open. Hurry. Then let him have it with the foot of the gun. Hurry. I can't hold him all night. My arms. They'll get you for this. You'll freeze. You get matches out of Zeke's pocket. We just leave him here like this? That's sure. He's unconscious. You'll never know what happens to him. I think we all burned up together. Here are our matches. We'll be head to Kevin's toward the end of town. By the time they see these fires start, then start running out of there. Kevin's will be out of the way. Get your part going. Give me wine. Right. This is going to be the cleanest getaway anybody ever thought of. Sergeant Preston had fed his dogs and was sitting beside the stove, drinking a cup of hot tea, as Molly busied herself a supper. King lay near the door away from the heat of the stove. Molly looked at the old clock on the shelf. Zeke should be home any minute now. Do you want some more tea, Sergeant? No thanks, Molly. This will earn me up nicely. What's wrong, King? Maybe here's Zeke coming. Here's something. Listen. Something's happened. I hear people yelling. I'll see what it is. Parker, Sergeant, don't you go out without it. Thanks, Molly. Look, it's the jail. Jail's on fire. Oh, my heaven's in Zeke with those two murderers. I better help, Molly. I'll get my coat. Maybe I can help, too. As Sergeant Preston with King running beside him approached the burning building, he saw the small group of men burying helplessly. Zeke and the prisoners got out. Then James saw the jail of fire. But the time we got here, we could see there was no use trying to put it out. You mean Zeke might be in there? He must be. And there were two prisoners locked in the cell. I'm going after them. It's too late, Sergeant. That rope's gonna fall any minute now. I've got to try it. I'll put this snuffer over my face. Black King, stay here, boy. Do you hear? Down. I'm going to get Zeke. Stay there, boy. He's crazy to go in there. That's a last we'll see of that, Molly. His dog knows him, too. Quite, old boy. Sergeant gave you orders to stay here. As Sergeant Preston entered the flaming building, the smoke rose around him in blinding clouds. He held his breath and staggered through it. His face protected by the woolen muffler. But the heat seemed to sear his eyes and water poured from him. His lungs bursting for air, he drove himself forward and heard the ominous crack of a beam of flaming wood above him. It was then that he stumbled over a figure lying on the floor in front of him. The smoke stung his eyes, but he fumbled for Zeke's arm and bending lifted the body to his shoulders and lunged toward the door. The burning timbers behind him crashed. We'll continue our story in just a moment. Everyone loves Quaker-popped rice and Quaker-popped wheat. Rich man, poor man, beggar man thief, doctor, lawyer, Indian chief. Yes, everyone loves delicious, ready-to-serve, wheat or rice shot from guns. Take the rich man, for instance. 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Some mighty good reasons why Quaker-popped wheat and Quaker-popped rice deserve top spot on your family breakfast table. Just remember, wheat or rice shot from guns is never sold in bags or bulk. Always look for the big red and blue package with the smiling Quaker man on the front. He's your guarantee you're getting the original crisp, fresh Quaker-popped rice and Quaker-popped wheat. Now to continue our story. As the burning timbers behind him crashed, Sergeant Preston staggered and fell with Zeke's body in the snow that was melting from the heat of the fire. Everything seemed to be spinning in mad circles. He had to fight desperately to claim the consciousness. He was only vaguely aware of men who gathered around him, beating at smoldering patches of flame on his pockets. Get the fire out before we try to move him. You boys, you take Zeke, take him next door. Put some wet snow on that smoldering face. That's a ticket, that does it. Then the mountain felt cold, clean air in his lungs. His brain stopped spinning. He felt himself carried farther from the fire. He opened his eyes. You be all right, Sergeant. Just take it easy for a few minutes. You're away from it. You may be all right, Sergeant. We sure thought you were recorded. Zeke, where's Zeke? Zeke's all taken care of. He'll be taken into the cafe next door. There goes the rule. A few seconds more, it would have been the last of you. The prisoners, the men in that cell. That's the last of them, all right? But you did all your cutting, Sergeant. How you ever got out is more than I'll understand. Hello there, King. We have a time holding that dog bank. He almost pulled Jim and me in there after you. It's all right, boy. I'm not hurt. What can I do for Zeke? Need any help, Sergeant? Are you still dizzy? No, I'm all right, Norma. That's cleared. Sixth wife Molly is in there with him now. She got here just when you started out the door carrying him. Good. Hope Zeke's all right. He must have inhaled a lot of smoke. He'll come out of it all right. Zeke's a tough old bird. We'll see how he's coming along. While Sergeant Preston made his way to the cafe, Mike and Louis had reached the last cabin on the trail from town. Molly, in her haste, had left the door open. And the light from the oil lamp inside shone in a rectangular patch on the snow, as the two men crept slowly from the rear of the cabin. We can take what we need from this cabin, Louis. There's no one here. The door's wide open. We have everyone in town who's gone to the fire. Yeah, that's empty all right. Look at those shelves in there loaded with canned stuff. It will take blankets too. You better keep watch out here while I collect it, huh? Mike, wait. What's wrong? Look out there in front. Do you see it? Hey, it's a dog team on a sled. And they're all in harness, ready to go. This is the luckiest thing that could have happened to us. Get them turned around while I get supplies out of here. This is our lucky night all right. Say, look, it's starting to snow. Even our trail will be covered. I get that team turned around. Back in the cafe, Sergeant Preston and the men were giving Zeke artificial respiration. Molly stood weeping beside them. Oh, it's no use, Sergeant. You've worked on them for almost an hour. It's no use. We're not giving up yet. You better let me take over for a while, Sergeant. You're all worn out. All right, Jim. Come on. Sergeant, is he... There's a chance, Molly. But he's so stiff. He inhaled a lot of smoke, I'm afraid. Can't figure out where he got that blow in the head. Like if his head is bloody as if something hit him. If he were hit by a falling beam, I'd have seen it. He was lying on his face. Maybe you couldn't see it. There was so much smoke. Sergeant, look. I think he's coming around. Keep working, Jim. We've done it, Molly. He's breathing. Oh, thank you. Is he coming too, Sergeant? I didn't think there was a chance. I thought he was done for. You boys better go in the other room. He needs all the air there is in here. Thanks for your help. Call us if you need us. We'll be out here. All right, Jim. You can stop now. I'll lift him over on the cot. Are you going to be all right, Sergeant? I think so, Molly. There. Jail caught on fire, Zeke, and you were overcome with the smoke. And the reason you're alive is because Sergeant Preston rescued you. Jail? On fire? Zeke. Zeke, I'm so glad you're alive. Molly. We'd better let him rest now. He's weak. Oh, my head. He must have been hit by a falling timber, Zeke, and a scalpel split open. That's why your head's bandaged. Are you better lie back and try to sleep for a while? The prisoners... Don't think about it, Zeke. Try to rest. Did you get them, Mike and Louis? No, there wasn't time. I barely had time to get you out of the place. The building collapsed. I guess it's all over as far as they're concerned. Don't think about it. Try to get some sleep now, Zeke. I remember now. They... They got out. That's what hurt my head. They hit me with my gun. You mean they got out of their cell? Yes, they... They set fire to the jail hoping we'd think they were burned along with you. They make the murders. They make the burn your life. We'll get them back. They didn't have any supplies. They can't get fire if they did have plenty of time. They could have helped themselves to supplies as many cabin and town. Everybody was at the fire. That's right. You can take care of Zeke alone now, Molly. All he needs is rest and sleep. Yes, Sergeant. I can take care of him, all right? Jim, come with me. We'll have the men search every cabin and town to see if they're hiding anywhere. Sure, Sergeant. All right, Sergeant. Did you bring them too? Zeke's going to be all right, boys. I never thought he'd make it. I sure look like a goner to me. I have a job for all of you right now. The prisoners weren't burned in the fire. They escaped. Hey, what do you mean? They knocked Zeke out and set the jail on fire. I want every cabin and town searched for them. They may be hiding here. See, if any of you have been robbed of supplies, that way we may be able to follow their trail. It's been snowing hard for the last hour, Sergeant. You won't find any tracks. It'll give us a lead if we can find the cabin and keep going. I'll be at Zeke's cabin. My dog team's there. If you find anything, report to me there. Come on, Jim. As Sergeant Preston and Jim approached Zeke's cabin, King ran ahead of them through the falling snow. Suddenly, the mouty heard him barking frantically and pressed him hurried to see what the trouble was. What do you think is wrong with him, Sergeant? I don't know, Jim. Can't see a thing. The snow's too thick. What's wrong, fella? I don't see anything. I've lost the trouble. My dog team's gone. Your dog team? I mean, it was out here in front. Yes, I left them here when I went into Molly's. I intended to sleep at the jail and put them in the shed there and then the fire started. Well, maybe they just ran away. No, they wouldn't do that. They were tired. I'm afraid they were stolen. You mean by the murderers? Let's go into Molly's cabin, Jim. We'll see what we can find. Come on, King. This was the logical place for them to come. You have a dog team, haven't you? Well, it's not much compared to yours, but it's the best in town. Would you lend it to me? You know you don't have to, Sergeant. But how are you going to trail them? This snow will cover everything. King doesn't know what men were after, but he knows that team. He can follow their scent. Of course. I never thought of that. And I'm going with you, Sergeant. The temperature's dropping. This storm may be a blizzard by morning. Won't be safe to travel alone. I'm Jim. Glad to have you. King, following the scent of Sergeant Preston's dog team through the darkness, had to slow down to enable Jim's dog team to keep up with him. Sergeant Preston grew more and more discouraged as he knew that the distance between them and the men they were pursuing was getting greater every moment. Jim's team was no match for his own. At last they were forced to camp for the rest of the night. And it was late the following morning when King led them to a small cabin near the trail. The blizzard had begun to pull the icy snow into their faces like tiny bullets. Do you think they stopped here last night? They must have, but they've gone. No sign of my team. Guess we better stop here for a while and get warm. Yeah. The dogs are tired, too. Phew. This blizzard is really kicking up. Come on, King. You better come in with a squawk. There's a little fire left in the stove. Maybe I can keep it going. They must have left here early this morning. Well, there's one thing in our favor. This blizzard won't help them murders any. It's getting worse every minute. He won't get far. Maybe he'll get lost. Start going around circles. Plenty of times I'd have been lost in blizzards. It hadn't been for King. I'm in a spot like that. I'd just let him take over and he gets me out of it. I swear I never saw a dog like him. Look at him. He's not even tired. My dogs are dropping them the tracks. This is nothing for King. He could keep up that pace all day and he's going to be a little selfish. Good news, fella. Is a dog that's leading your team now reliable? Not very, Jim. He's used to depending on King. He won't be much help in the blizzard. Jim, I have an idea. It's a long chance. I'm going to send King after them alone. King? Mike and Louie will be confused in this blizzard. They won't know which is north or south. If King could lead the team back here, Mike and Louie wouldn't know the difference. Hold it in until the blizzard's over. If King brings the dog team back without them, they won't have any trouble catching them tomorrow. Well, I should think you'd be afraid they might shoot him. King and I have to take chances like that. It's our job. Come on, King, old boy. It's up to you now. I want you to bring the team back here, fella. The team. Understand? Get the dogs, boy. Bring them back to me. After the boy, get the team. On, King! Hope he makes it. You better put your dog team back in the wood shed, Jim. Hide the sled. All we have to do now is wait. The blizzard had increased. But Mike and Louie kept going. Their heads bent into the wind. The blast, Louie protested. I think we're off trail. That lead dog. He does not know where to go. You've got to trust him. They lead us to a cabin or something. Can't stop here with no protection. I can't tell whether we're going north or south. Maybe we go round and round in circles. Hey. Do you hear that? Do you hear a dog? Louie, look. There. Let his big dog. Maybe he's lost. Look at him. He's getting in front of the team. He's breaking the trail for him. Maybe he's somebody's lead dog. You think we should harness him? He's doing all right. Look at the dogs. They're speeding up. Maybe he'll take us to somebody's cabin. I hope so. Mush. Mush. Get on there. It was a few hours later and Sergeant Preston paced the cabin nervously as he listened to the howling wind outside. Jim lay asleep on the cot. Then suddenly the Mountie heard the sound he'd been waiting for. Jim. Jim, wake up. That's King. What? What? King's brought the team back. I told you he would. Well, I'll be. You going out there now? No. We'd better wait right here for a minute. I'll go with him. They'll come in. I want you. Look at him. I'll take you. No more gunplay. Come on, King. On guard, boy. King doesn't let anybody pull a gun on me. Close that door, will you, Jim? Stay right here, King, and keep an eye on these two. That's odd. It belongs to you. That's right. And the dog team you stole all King considers that team his. That dog. You crook stole the wrong dog team. Now with King watching it, you won't escape again. King agrees to that. That dog. That's right. Thanks to King, this case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Wednesday's program. Discover why Quakerpuff Wheat and Quakerpuff Rice win the praise of many a He-Man Hollywood movie star. Try Wheat or Rice shot from guns yourself at breakfast tomorrow. These crisp, tender, King-sized grains are really swell tasting. And good for you too. Remember, Quakerpuff Wheat and Quakerpuff Rice are never sold in bags or bulk. Always buy the big red and blue package with the smiling Quakerman on the front. That's your guarantee that you're getting the original crisp, fresh Quakerpuff Wheat and Quakerpuff Rice. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated are created and produced by George W. Trendle directed by Fred Flower Day and supervised by Charles D. Livingston. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. For delicious hot breakfast eat Quaker Oats. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Yes, the giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Delicious, nutritious, makes you feel ambitious. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Say boys and girls, do you want to be a star someday in sports and activities? Then start on good Quaker Oats breakfast tomorrow, because nourishing oatmeal gives you more growth and endurance than any other whole grain cereal. Still less than one penny is serving. Quaker and Mother's Oats are the same. The challenge of the Yukon is 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 Wednesday when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the adventure Bonanza 47. Did you ever hear of a dead man being tried for murder? Well that happened once up in the Yukon during the days of the Gold Rush. But that was only one of the unusual angles in this particular case I was following. And there might have been more than one killing if it hadn't been for King. It was he who solved the mystery. Be sure to hear this exciting story Wednesday. Till then, this is Jay Michael wishing you good bye, good luck and good health from Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. So long. This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.