 as howling winds echo across the snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, the Quaker Oats Company, makers of Quaker Pop Wheat, and Quaker Pop Rice, the delicious cereal shot from guns, in cooperation with the Mutual Broadcasting System, present by special recording Sergeant Preston of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swiftest and strongest lead dog of the northwest, breaking the trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest mounted police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. And King! On you, Husky! 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, and the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog, Yukon King, as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. Every young woman faces the problem in her senior year of high school of what she is going to do after graduation. 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First, there was the complaint. Logan McAllister, his clothes immaculate, his black mustache and van dyke carefully trimmed, his black eyes vindictive. Skagway Bill was next to him, grizzled and disreptable, holding tight to the collar of a beautiful gold and white colony. Sergeant Preston stood on the other side of the colony, his hand resting on her head. Suppose you would tell me what happened Certainly, Your Honor, I was walking down Front Street in the palace hotel to my office in the Victoria building. This man they called Skagway was coming toward me. The dog was trotting beside me. And suddenly, without any warning, she snarled and leaped up my throat. Well, I threw up my arms to protect myself and her teeth cut a deep gas in my wrist. I'm still wearing a bandage, you can see. Skagway, that's about what happened, Judge. I don't understand it. Laurie's got a sweet nature. She's as nice a tempered dog as you can find. It's the first time she ever acted like that in her life. She's vicious. You were a witness, Sergeant. Yes, Your Honor. It was about half a block away. As soon as Laurie jumped McAllister, Skagway grabbed hold of her collar and held her tight. She continued to growl, but she made no effort to break away. What did you do then? I took charge of the dog, sir. My ex escorted McAllister to Doc Mundy's office and saw that his wrist was taken care of. And I took Laurie to headquarters and locked her up. Her veterinarians kept her under observation since then, sir, and there's no sign of rabies. How is your wrist, McAllister? Oh, it's healing slowly. But it was only quick thinking on my part to stop that beast from slitting my throat. I want this menace to the safety of the community removed. I want the dog destroyed. Oh, no, you can't do that. Judge, Laurie doesn't belong to me. I'm just keeping her till the real owner gets up here. Well, who is the real owner? Well, she did belong to Jim Turner. He was killed in a fight with some prayer robbers last winter. Sergeant can tell you about that. Sergeant? Jim was found dead on the trail between here and Grand Ledge. He'd been shot. Was found after a blizzard and there were no tracks, so the man or men who killed him had never been found. It's true, Laurie did belong to him. I wrote to Jim's son, Jerry. He was fighting with Colonel Roosevelt in Cuba at the time. I told him I had Laurie and that I'd keep her form. I promised, Judge. I've got to keep my promise. The dog's a menace he must be destroying. Your concern for your own safety, McAllister? And the safety of everyone else in Dawson? This court can order that you be kept chained, that you be exercised on a leash, and wearing a mussel. May I offer a suggestion? What is that, Sergeant? I do release the dog into police custody. He'll keep it chained and one of the runs in back of headquarters. Are they chained? You'll be able to see her whenever you wanted to, Skagway. She'd be well fed and well cared for. And when Jerry comes, I see no reason that the dog shouldn't be turned over to him. What? Will it satisfy you, McAllister? If the dog is placed in police custody? I still say she ought to be shot. The court has greater confidence in the efficiency of the force. Take charge of the dog, Judge. Next game. When Logan McAllister left the courtroom, he went directly to the El Dorado Cafe. He nodded to two men who were standing at the bar. They followed him into one of the private rooms at the rear of the cafe. Log it. Sure. Well, Logan? Are they going to shoot the dog, I bet you? Oh, she should be chained in back of headquarters. You're having as much influence in Dawson as you thought. I decided it was better not to press the issue. Oh, you did? Yeah, yeah. And I'll tell you why. That collie belongs to Jim Turner. No. That's why she went for me. She remembered. That's bad. Yeah, unfortunately, she can't talk. I found out something else during the course of the hearing. What? Skagway Bill was a good friend of Turner. Turner has a son called Jerry. He's on his way up here. Skagway's keeping the dog for him. What about it? What's so important about that? Would the son be coming all the way to the Yukon to get a dog? He's coming up here to prospect. Why not? Thousands of people ask. I have a hunch he has a better reason. You think that Skagway knows? He could. He was Jim Turner's friend. Jim would have confided in him if he'd have confided in anybody. Hey, personally, I don't think Jim ever made a big strike. Why he talking? We stopped him. Rita forced him to tell us where it was if he had an event so quick on the trigger. And he'd have registered to claim if he made a strike. You know why he didn't. It wasn't safe. The gold commissioner's office was outlaw and claims right and left. If he'd have registered, he'd have told the whole world where his strike was. And he might have lost it. I don't want anything to do with Turner or Turner's son or any phony strike. There's plenty of easy pickings here in town. You play along with us if I say so, Red. Oh, yeah? You kill, Turner. You shut up. A single word that on Northwest Mounted would be enough to put a noose around you. Logan, I swear if you try to double cost me, I'll kill you too. I cut it out both of you. We were all in on that deal. You know it, Logan. Don't be so nerdy, Red. The whole year is gone by. Everybody's forgot about it. Yeah, and I want to forget about it too. Let's hear what Logan has in mind. Simple. If Skagway knows, we'll make him tell us where Jim made the strike. Simple. Why not? You said the same thing about Turner. Skagway won't put up a fight. He's a wreck. That's true enough. We'll get him out of town, of course. The cabin near Grand Lynch. What? He'll be right back. Oh, forget it, Red. This doesn't call for any shooting. Beat him up a little, that's all. I like the idea, Logan. I'm all for it. Lori was installed in one of the run's back of headquarters. The sergeant made her chain long enough to give her plenty of freedom. It was on a bright morning three days later that King stopped in front of Lori's run and found her chewing at the chain. King remonstrated. She'd only hurt her teeth with her mouth if she chewed on that stuff men called iron. Lori stopped to listen to him, but then she started to chew on the chain again. One of her lips was already cut, and King decided the sergeant should be notified. He ran to the sergeant's quarters and scratched on the door. The sergeant opened it almost at once. Good morning, King. I'm for breakfast. King took the bottom of the sergeant's tunic in his teeth and tugged gently, and then he trodded a few steps toward the runs, asking to be followed. Something wrong, boy? All right, I'll follow you. Go on. Lori was still chewing at the chain when the sergeant reached the run. He opened the gate and went inside. Here, Lori, this won't do at all. What's the matter? What isn't hurting you, is it, lady? I know it's a heavy thing to be hanging on your neck all the time. I'll let you free for a little while. As soon as Lori was free of the chain, she lunged toward the open gate. The sergeant caught her in his arm. No, Lori, you can't do that, lady. You've got to stay here. What's the matter with her? Oh, hello, Judge. You stopped by to see how our prisoner was making out. Not very well, I take it. She's been quiet up till now. I don't understand what's come over her. Easy, Lori. Easy, lady. She misses Skagway. She's been here every day. I see her last night when I fed her. Judge, I'm asking the permission of the court to take her out on leash. Well, of course. No muzzle. You can see she's cut her muzzle. No, the muzzle won't be necessary. Thanks. Would you throw me that leash hanging on the fence there? Yes. Here you have. Thank you. There. All right, Lori, go on. Take me where you want to go. 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Now to continue. Lori dragged the sergeant to the front of headquarters and then down the main street until she reached the bridge over the Klondike. Then she started east along the frozen surface of the stream. The trail that led to the Bonanza and the El Dorado, the famous creeks that had made the Yukon the greatest gold-producing country in the world. The sergeant called her home. No, Lori, I don't know where you want to take me, lady, but I can't go any farther without permission from the inspector. We'll have to go back to headquarters. The sergeant took the dog back to headquarters. He tied her securely out in back. Walter King tried to keep her quiet. There was someone with the inspector when the sergeant entered his office. A young man dressed in a parka and trail clothes, but obviously a newcomer to the territory. Hello, Sergeant. I was just going to send for you. This is Jerry Turner. Jim Turner's son? That's right. This is Sergeant Preston, Jerry. I'm glad to meet you. I'm glad to hear Jerry. He arrived last night, Sergeant. Since then, he's been looking for a Skagway bill, but he hasn't been able to find him. He's tried all his usual haunts. He was here last night at six o'clock. I didn't get in until seven. Any idea where Skagway might be now, Sergeant? I don't believe he's in town, sir. Really? Why not? Well, as you know, Lori's been chained, inspector, but this morning she was trying to get free. Sergeant described Lori's actions and her wild desire to follow the Klondike trail. I'm certain that Skagway must have taken that trail either last night or this morning. Well, how could Lori know that? Don't ask me to explain her dog's instinct beyond a mere human. But why should Skagway leave town? He's been expecting Jerry. Jerry wrote him that he'd be here just about now. I wonder if it has anything to do with Dad's claim. What claim? The one Skagway wrote me about. Oh, wait a minute. I have the letter here. Do you like to read it? Of course. Here. Read it with me, Sergeant. Thank you, sir. Of course he doesn't say where it is, but if you happen to know where Dad had been prospecting before his death, there was a very secretive man. I wish Skagway had confided in us. This could have been the motive for murder, inspector. I agree. I thought it was the gold Dad was carrying in his sled. The gold was gone when he was found, but according to the people in Grand Ledge, he didn't have much. I'd like to try and find Skagway, inspector. I'm sure that Lori can lead me to him. Go right ahead. May I come with you? Why, I don't know. There might be trouble. Inspector, I think it's as strange as you do that Skagway should leave town at this time. You might not have left willingly. That's only a suspicion? It's based on the way Lori's been acting, sir. And knowing that Jim had made a big strike before his death, knowing where it was, that could be dangerous knowledge, sir. How could anyone find out that Skagway knew him? He told a whole courtroom full of people the other day that he was Jim's best friend, and he'd written to Jerry about the dog. Inspector, Lori was with Jim when he was killed. Two weeks ago, Lori attacked Logan McAllister without any apparent provocation, as McAllister's left town, too. I'd suggest that you find out, Sargent. I will, sir, at once. It took the sergeant less than half an hour to learn that McAllister had hired two dog teams the night before, and that he had not been seen since. He returned to headquarters to harness his own team. Jerry pleaded to be taken along. Please, Sargent, Skagway's about the only friend I have in the world. I want to help find him. If there's any trouble, I can take care of myself. But I've been a soldier. I'm a crack shot with a pistol. All right, Jerry. You ride the sled. The sergeant harnessed Lori into the lead position. All right. And with King running easily alongside, the team raced out of town and up the Klondike trail. Late that evening, Bud Masters, who had fed Lori during her vigil of her master's grave, was heading through the woods toward Grand Ledge. He was wearing snowshoes, and the brilliance of the Aurora made it possible for him to travel fast. But when he saw a light glimmering through the trees, he changed his course. Who could be living in that deserted cabin? There were two sleds in back of the cabin and the number of mounds in the snow had told him dogs had burrowed deep to go to sleep. He circled to the front, but it was a window and looked inside. Three men were lying on the floor wrapped in blankets. A fort was sitting in the cabin's only chair. His hands were tied behind it. His ankles were also bound. Bud recognized the man. And as if Skagway had heard the exclamation, he raised his head, saw Bud at the window and mutely implored him for help with his eyes. Bud slipped out of his snowshoes and tried the door. It opened. Swiftly, Bud moved to Skagway's side, cut his ropes, and then helped the old man out of the cabin, closing the door softly behind him. Bud, don't talk now. You might wake him into dreams for 24 hours. I've got to have him. Go ahead and eat some snow. When Skagway had swallowed several miles full of the freshly fallen snow, Bud helped him to his feet. He packed the snowshoes out. There. You go first. I'll follow you. They had only gone about a quarter of a mile when they heard dogs. Listen, they're a lot farther away than the cabin. Must be on the main trail of the town. But the dogs at the cabin also heard the distant team and howled a reply. They'll wait until they stir the others. They'll be able to follow our tracks. You haven't got a gun? No. You take the snowshoes. Go ahead. I'll wait here. No. They're killers, Bud. They're the men who shot Jim Turner. Oh, maybe able to give him a slip. Watch the thick up ahead. Some hierarchy ground that's usually blown free of snow. Cave where we can hide out. Go on to your left. The two men forced their way to the deep, tangled undergrowth. In 15 minutes, they reached the clear high ground where the wind blew free. Skagway took off the snowshoes. Where's the cave? Near the top of the ridge. Better make it fast. I can hear them coming in. I'll give you a hand. The entrance to the cave was hidden by a cluster of boulders. Skagway and Bud reached it before McAllister, Mike and Red came out of the woods at the foot of the ridge. Can you see them yet? No. Let's hope they figure we've gone over the ridge. Better get back a little farther. This is far enough. Someone's in here. Over there. They can hear them breathing. It's a bear. Must be. Bear? Yeah, grizzly. What do we do? Keep to this side. Far away from them is what we can hear. Sleeping sound. I haven't had any. What if he wakes up? I mean, he won't like it. We'll have to choose between a mad bear and bullets. Not better keep quiet. 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If your store doesn't have the special packages yet, just send the box top from the regular packages of these same cereals. Send to baseball box 5205, Chicago 77, Illinois. Lori tried to drag the team off the trail into the woods. Sergeant Preston stepped on the sled's brake. Quickly he unharnished Lori and snapped on a leash. And he, Jerry and King followed her into the forest. She led them straight to the cabin, sniffed the door and pulled on the leash once more. Jerry looked in the window. What do you see in there? Jim, I think it's on the floor. Chair overturned. It's an easy trail here to follow. Go on, Lori. Lori plunged ahead. The trail was broken. And even when it swung toward the north into the heavy undergrowth, it was possible for the sergeant to run. King ran beside him and Jerry struggled to keep up. Finally, they broke out of the woods at the bottom of the ridge. By the light of the aurora, they could see three men halfway up the slope. Hold it, Lori. That's my girl, I see. One in the light, Parker. This is where he is. No, Skagway isn't with him. Get down, they're going to shoot. We're going to return the fire. I'll give them a chance. Sergeant Persson, both of us mounted police. Drop your guns in the name of the law. They can cover behind those boulders at the top of the ridge. Keeps on, I'll do the shooting. Give me the leash. I'll hold Lori. Here. Got it. Oh, no! Step down to my hands. There she goes. Straight toward the top of the rise. What was that? Sounded like a bear somewhere up there. This time of year, he must be in a cave hibernating. Shots will be must. Lori circling around those boulders. Skagway must be up there, too. King had caught the scent of the bear, and he knew that Lori was heading for real danger. He begged the sergeant for permission to follow her. King wants to go after her. I honest, I might take a shot at him. I didn't pay any attention to Lori. Skagway is hiding up there in a cave with a bear. All right, King, go on, boy. King raced up the slope, giving the rocks where the men were fighting a wide berth. Then he swung back toward the opening of the cave. When he reached it, the bear's roar filled the echoing cavern. It was too dark for King to see much, but his keen sense of smell took the place of sight. The bear was on one side of the cave. Two men were huddled on the far side. Lori stood in front of them, barking her defiance. The bear was about to charge. King didn't hesitate. He jumped straight for the bear's rope. The bear knocked him to the ground with one paw, and King backed away a little. The bear started after him, and then stopped to turn a wary eye on Lori and the men. King closed in fast again, nipping at the shaggy monster. He dotted back toward the opening of the cave. The bear came after him, his fury concentrated now. Out of the cave and into the open, he lumbered after King. The talk was so intense on keeping just out of reach, on beating the bear away from the cave that he had forgotten about the man hiding behind the rock. He rounded the clump of boulders just above them. It was impossible to stop. He huddled between Mike and Red with the bear less than 20 feet behind him. The sight of the terrible grizzly brought them under their feet. There was only time for one shot. The bear was hit. The shot pain only increased his fury. The men broke and ran down the slope. Panics stricken, they dared not stop to aim, but fired over their shoulders as they ran. All their shots were wide. Pointly their guns were empty and they yelled for help. The sergeant watched them, sizing up the situation. She's catching them. The path has saved them. Oh, we can't shoot the bear without hitting them. It can be done. Give me a lift up this tree. I can shoot over their heads from the lower branches. A matter of seconds, the sergeant was standing on a branch and steadying himself against the trunk of the tree. He took to liberty aim and fired six tires. The great brute staggered and then fell in his tracks. When McCallister, Mike and Red reached the bottom of the slope, the sergeant dropped to the ground and was waiting for them. That's far enough. You three are under arrest in the name of the crowd. Half an hour later, the three prisoners were wearing handcuffs and sitting on the floor of the cabin, while Skagway patted Laurie's head and told the sergeant the story of his capture. You guessed it right. They wanted to make me tell them where Jim had made a strike. I'd have died before I told them. And pretty soon I realized I was going to die anyway. Why? Well, they got to fighting and it all came out. Red shocked Jim. The others were in on it. After I knew that, they couldn't let me live, could they? I thought I was done for until Bud came along. Might have been better if I hadn't come along. You hadn't set me free. The sergeant would have found you. Laurie was heading in straight to you. And the two of us wouldn't have had to face any bear. Sergeant, you can't believe the way King acted in that cave. Made the bear mad. Made the bear chase him right out of the cave. But hadn't it been for that bear you... Yes, if it hadn't been for the bear and for King and for Laurie, you three might have escaped for a little while. Well, not now, though. He'll pay for your crime and Skagway will show Jerry where his father struck it rich. Yeah, I sure will. We'll be partners from now on, Skagway. You and I and Laurie. It sounds good to me, son. Sounds good to us, too, doesn't it, King? Woo-hoo-hoo. In fact, it sounds that this case is closed. Ho, ho, ho! We'll return in just a moment with a word about our next exciting adventure. Your musical treat of the day waits for you throughout the week on Mutual. 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And he leads to go on, sir? Well, a boy was injured in the hills outside a town. The man who rescued him and brought him home may be Quinton. But neither the boy nor his mother will give us any details. Perhaps you can persuade them to talk. How pricy. I want you to leave as soon as possible. Lee Quinton must be found and brought to trial. Right, sir. Let's go, King. Yes, a murderer is at large somewhere near Nugget, Bend. And it's up to Sergeant Preston to find him. A man who has killed once probably won't hesitate to kill again, especially when he finds out that a malty is on his trail. 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 Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice, the delicious cereal shot from gun. By special recording in cooperation with the Mutual Broadcasting System. They are a copyrighted feature of Sergeant Preston of the Yukon Incorporated, created by George W. 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