 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild north-west, Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice, the breakfast cereal shot from gun, present the challenge of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swiftest and strongest lead dog of the north-west, placing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the north-west mountain police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. And King, one of your hussies. 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. Here's the breakfast that brings cheers from coast to coast. The breakfast that wins praise for many a top-action Hollywood movie star. It's Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat with milk or cream and fruit. These king-sized, ready-to-serve premium grains of rice or wheat are shot from guns. Yes, actually exploded up to eight times normal size to make them crisp and tender as nuts in November. Tomorrow sure, try this economical deluxe breakfast treat. You'll cheer too for Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat. Gil Baxter went to the Yukon territory to make easy money. From among the rough men who hoped to profit from the work of others, he selected two to form a small gang. Within a short time, Gil Baxter's gang was known and feared from Dawson to Whitehorse. And because they'd been able to evade the law and cover their tracks well, Gil Baxter began to think of himself as invincible. He and his small gang struck ruthlessly and often. Hi, Jen. Where, where? You look sort of happy and chipperous afternoon. Yep, reckon I do. These two bags is filled with gold dust. Now finally got that claim of mine of pan out. I'm away to the bank right now. Well, I'm glad to hear it. You've been working up there for quite some time. Yeah, I thought I'd never make a strike. I got a chance to sell the claim too. All right, and those folks are gold or what to come here for, mister? You better not try to stop us either. Grab them, Frank. Right, Gil. I got them. Wait, who can't steal that gold? I worked hard to get that. I won't let you! More gup out of you and you'll get a bullet. All right, let's go Frank. Jay is waiting with the horse to ride. Gil, don't get away. I gotta get someone to stop him. First of all, that's a Gil Baxter gang. Again in Selkirk, Gil and his men entered the express office in broad daylight. What can I do for you? Just sit right where you are and don't try to pull any funny business. It's a hold-up. Now, see here, I said to sit there, didn't he? That's just a sample of what you might get, mister. Get the stuff from the safe, Jay. I so will. Keep them covered. I'll get the cash from the tail. There's plenty here in the safe. I've got it all. Good. Hurry it up. Somebody might come in. I won't let you rob this office. Come on, make another move in the next bullet. It'll fix you for good. Come on, let's get going, boys. Right. Let's get you there. Get up! Get up! Get up! The most recent escapade of Gil Baxter and his gang started when one of the men overheard some talk in a White Horse Cafe and reported it to Gil in their hotel room. Where you been, Frank? Over the cafe. I heard something there that might interest you, Gil. Yeah, what'd you hear? I hope it's something that'll get us some dough. I think it'll get us plenty. Gil decides to get to work on it. All right, let's hear it. Now, listen, boss, a couple of prospectors are in the cafe. They were telling the barkeeper about an old sourdough made of strike a few miles from here on the North Trail. Yeah, yeah, go on. The old sourdough's name is Pop Baker. Lives out there alone with his 10-year-old grandson. He hasn't brought his take into town. Thinks he's got a better hiding place right out there for his gold. Ah, setting out there waiting for us to take it, huh, Frank? Yep. That's what I was thinking of. Just an old cauldron of kid out there would be a cinch. Yeah, sure would. What about it, Gil? What do you think? We go out there and make them tell where it's hidden and grab it. Well, what's wrong with going out there right now? No, no, no, no. We'll wait until late tonight. Don't get completely dark at night in the summer up here. There'll be less chance that people see us riding out of town. No use making them suspicious. That's a good idea. After we grab the gold, we can double back and head for Skyway. Yeah, that's what we'll do. Maybe after that night, that old sourdough will learn to keep his mouth shut about his gold. Yeah, that's right, boys. Early that evening, Sergeant Preston and his great dog, King, followed the North Trail on their way to Upper LeBarge. They stopped for a short visit with Pop Baker and his grandson, David. Hold my game. He's in the house. Come along, King. Well, well, Sergeant Preston and King, we heard you're stopping out. And Davey said he sure it was you. Hello, Sergeant. I'll hand glad to see you again. And King, oh boy. Well, come on in, come on in. Thanks, Mr. Baker. We shouldn't pass without stopping to say hello to you and David. Could we, King? Well, here you are. Just sit right here, Sergeant. Oh, thanks. I haven't found a lot of gold. Now, Davey, let me tell the Sergeant about it. I heard something about it in town. Is it really true? Yeah, last I struck it. I've got plenty here to waste. Oh, I heard. Don't you think it's risky to hide your gold, Mr. Baker? Why not take it into the bank and white horse? Well, first of all, Sergeant, I don't trust them banks. And then again, I want it where I can look at it once in a while to make sure I've really got it. I know how you feel. Well, I still think you're making a big mistake to keep it here. I'll be back this way tomorrow. Why don't you plan to ride into town with me and deposit your gold where it'll be safe? Well, if you think I ought to. I most certainly do. You see, since I heard about your gold, others have heard about it, too. Our good moneymen in the Yukon wouldn't hesitate to try to get it from you. Well, they'll have to find it first. I got a mighty good hiding place for it. But, uh, since you think I ought to, I'll take it to town tomorrow when you come back this way. Good. That's a sensible thing to do. Well, we have to get along. Oh, I wish King didn't have to leave yet. I want to have him to play with a little while. Well, tell you what, David, suppose I leave King here with you until tomorrow. Would you like that? Oh, golly, would you, Honest? Of course, if your grandfather doesn't object. Huh, if I had my way, King would stay here all the time. How would you like that, fellow, huh? All right, then, I'll stop by tomorrow on the way back. Stay here, King. Stay with David. Hates to have me go without him, but he'll enjoy being with you, David. Bye, let's get back. Good-bye, Sergeant. Good-bye. Daddy Blucky. Get up there. It was about two hours later when Gil Baxter with Frank and Jay rode up to the Baker cabin and reigned to a halt. Don't forget, act nice so we can get inside without the old man getting suspicious. Come on. All right. Jay's got a dog in there. It's not good, Gil. Don't worry. Leave it to me. As they waited, Pop unlocked the door and opened it only a crack. The old man peered out cautiously at the three figures standing in the eerie light of the Yukon night. Then he spoke. Well, what do you want? All right, Mr. Baker. There's nothing to be worried about. What is it you want, Mr. I brought a message for you from town. Well, that dog's bargain makes it hard to talk to you. Quiet there, quiet, King. You don't seem to want to mind you. Davy, take King and shut him in the back room. There, dog shut in the back room. Come in now if you want. Thanks. We won't stay long. Now, what is it you've got to tell me? Frank, get over there and turn the key in the door to that room where the dog is. Right. Hey, why are you locking King in there? He can't come out with the door closed. Well, you don't take any chances, kid. Now, Pop, let's get to the point. Where's all that gold you got hit around there? Now, speak up. That gun. So you come here after my gold, huh? Now, you see, it admits he's got gold here, Gil. Right, Pop. Make him go away. Shut up, kiddo. You get a good clout in the ear. These are no critters or thieves, Davy. Come to steal my gold. Sergeant Preston said someone might hear about it and come here. Sergeant Preston? He must be talking about that money. He's got the dog, Gil. Yeah, and that's the sergeant's dog, King, in the back room. He gets out of here. He'll make you leave. I betcha. Oh, so that's the great dog we've been hearing about, huh? We'll see that he don't get out of here. Now, where's that gold hidden, Pop? You better tell me if you know what's good for you. Since you come after us, you can just hunt until you find it. I'm not telling you where it is. He's wasting our time, Gil. That dog's here. Maybe the money's coming back soon and the old man's stalling for time. Sergeant Preston will come back tomorrow and then he will be sorry. Hush up, Davy. You shouldn't have told him. I'm glad you did tell us, kid. Now we know we don't have to rush things. Come on, darling grandpa. I'm sorry. It's all right, sir. Make the old card you taught, Gil. Maybe we give him a going over of tell us. You can beat me all you want, but I won't tell you anything. No, no, no, no. Wait a minute. Frank, grab the kid. Sure. I got him. Let me go. Hold still. Let me go. You know, you let that boy alone, you hear? Yeah, the dog knows you're something wrong out here. He gets out here. He'll be sorry. He won't get out. Now, Pop, you don't want to see us slap this kid around. You better tell us where that gold is hidden. And you better talk quick. Otherwise, this boy's gonna suffer plenty. Now start talking. We'll continue our story in just a moment. Man, old man, here's a breakfast treat. It's got them all beat. It's Quaker Popped Rice or Quaker Popped Wheat. These famous ready-to-serve breakfast cereals are shot from guns. Yes, Quaker Popped Wheat and Quaker Popped Rice are choice premium wheat or rice grains shot from guns. They're giant size, king size, colossal. They're actually exploded up, up, up to eight times normal size. That makes them bigger and better tasting. Yes, that's what makes wheat or rice shot from guns so crisp and tender. They're shot through and through and bang up, not like flavor, too. Even more important, Quaker Popped Wheat and Quaker Popped Rice are nourishing. Yes, both delicious kinds furnish extra food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin, and iron. 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Go still kid. Wait, wait mister. I guess you'll win. Now you're getting some sense. Come on, tell me, where is it? Under, under the floorboards in the corner over there. See if he's telling the truth today. All right, we'll take a minute to find out. A couple of loose boards all right. There's a gold down there. Yeah, here are a couple of small bags. It's a gold all right. What do we do now, Gil? Either two of them up and gag them, hurry up about it. While Gil held the gun, the other two tied and gagged Pop Baker and David. Then they carried them to the cart and left them there. Hey, that's done. What about that dog in the back room, Gil? If he should get out somehow, he might track us. I'll settle that mutt right now. Frank, go unlock the door and you and Jay put your weight against it and open it just to crack. I don't let the dog get through. Come on. Yeah, now what? Open it a crack like I said. Be careful. What are you going to do? I'm going to plug that dog. Guess what? Now you lunge at the door so I'll have a good chance. All right, I'm ready. Now go ahead. Pull it open a little. All right. Now keep your weight against it, Jay. Here it goes. Frank, Gil, he's trying to get out. Give it to him. I'll settle him. Got him. Now let's get away from here. Yeah. What about that mountain coming here tomorrow? Without his dog, he won't be able to trail us. We can cover up by riding in the Crick-O-Ways. Circle around White Horse and head for Skagway. Now hurry up. Easy boy. Get up. Get up there. For some time, the great dog King lay still. Thinking the dog was dead, the crooks had left the door open between the rooms. But the bullet just grazed the top of King's head, stunning him for the time being. Finally, the dog stirred. Then with a whine, he rose shakily to his feet. For a few moments, King stood looking around. Then, as his brain cleared, he walked slowly into the main room where Pop and David lay bound and gagged. King walked over to David and whined. Then, as he saw David's struggle, the intelligent dog realized the boy was tied. Putting his front paws on the edge of the cot, King sniffed at the cord that bound David's hands. Then started gnawing at the cord. In a few moments, the cord parted, and David reached up and removed the gag from his mouth. I thought you were killed. In a short time, Pop Baker was also free. And as he and David stood rubbing their chaff wrists, King whined and sniffed at the door. David, they got my gold, every bit of it. But when Lucky King was here and they didn't kill him. Here, King, just like I figured, the bullet just creased the top of King's head. Get a cloth and a little water, David. Oh, Father, you tried to keep him out in the first place, didn't you, King? Here's a bottle of water. Just a little bit. Easy, Father, easy. And I feel better now. Maybe he wants to follow him, Grandpa. That's it, David. They've got guns, and they'll really kill him this time. If Sergeant Preston was here, I bet he'd go with King and get back your gold. Sergeant Preston. That's it. You see, David, King knows that we're talking about his master. He's a well-trained dog. Maybe if I told him to, he'd go and get the Sergeant. Do you think so? Get Sergeant Preston, King. Get Sergeant Preston. Go get Preston, Father. He knows what you said. He keeps running towards the door and in back. Yes, he does know. Get him out now. Get Preston, King. Go get him. Get Preston. It was several hours later when Sergeant Preston, who was sleeping in the cabin of the constable at Upper Labarge, was awakened by barking and scratching at the cabin door. Sounds like my dog King, but I told him to stay at the bakers till I got back there. I'll go find out. King, what brought you here, Father? What is it, Sergeant? Wonder why King came here? The lady's acting. I'd say he was trying to tell me there's been trouble at the bakers. Be right with ya, boy. You mean you'd go back there right now because your dog's acting so strangely? I know King better than you do, constable. He trailed me here for a purpose. I'm going to dress and go back. If you have that much faith in King, I'll dress and go along with you. Wait a minute. King's been hurt. Now I know something's wrong in there. Let's hurry. It was early morning when Sergeant Preston and the constable arrived with King at Pop Baker's cabin and learned what had taken place. They took Grandpa's gold and tied us up and shot at King. We thought King was killed. Yes, that's not a bullet mark. I'll regret shooting King. He won't give up till he finds him. King wanted to go after him, but I told him to get you, Sergeant. I did, Mr. Baker. That's sure some dog to understand like he did. I've trained King since he was a pod constable. Well, get after those crooks, Mr. Baker. All right, King, let's go, boy. Goodbye, Sergeant. Goodbye, Sergeant. Bye, Constable. Bye. Which way do you think they went, Sergeant? Well, no in a moment. Not up. All right, stop like he... Wind them, King. Wind them, fellow. I went to a white horse. Let's go. Get up there. Get up there, boy. In the meantime, Gil Baxter, with his friends Frank and Jay, had covered their tracks by riding along in a creek for a couple of miles. Then, on the south side of White Horse, they rode along the trail toward the pass to Skagway. Finally, they sighted a deserted cabin a short distance ahead of them. Pull up at that deserted cabin just ahead and fix some grub. Yeah, and I could do with a little rest, too. Think it's safe to stop, Gil? I'm often putting plenty of distance between us and that old man's cabin. You're so nervous about it. He'll be safe enough, Jay. It's early morning. That Maldi will be on his way back there when he finds the old man and boy. And especially when he finds out what he did to that dog he is, he'll get hot on our trail. Sure, he'll track us as far as a creek. From then on, he'll be stumped. Isn't the first time that Maldi's have tried to trail us. That's right. We always got away. Yeah, but I heard things about that Preston. He's supposed to be better than the others at that sort of thing. That's because of that dog that he used to have. Well, he don't have that dog anymore to help him. Here's the cabin. Put the horses around the back and get inside. I'll take the gold inside with us. Sergeant Preston and the constable rode with King on the trail of the crooks. After the intelligent dog had picked up the scent of the man who had shot at him and had started along the trail the white horse, the two Maldis could easily pick out the tracks of the crooks' horses. When they reached a point where the trail crossed a narrow and shallow creek, they ran into a hole. Why don't we forward the creek and go on, Sergeant? Oh, that's how King's acting? Yes, I do. He ran across the creek and then he came back, and now he's sniffing along the bank to the left. I think King's discovered that the crooks went left here, and rode along in the water to cover their trail. How can he tell that? The water had covered their trail too well. Now, as far as King's concerned, a scent hangs over the water and gradually moves to the bank, heading to the bushes there. King wants us to follow him along the creek. That means they went that way. For some distance, Sergeant Preston and the constable followed the creek. Until a short distance beyond Whitehorse, King again picked up the tracks on the trail toward Skagway. Rounding a bend in the trail, Sergeant Preston pointed ahead. The cabin ahead on the left, and there were horses in the back of it. Do you think it could be the men we're hunting? The cabin was deserted. I'll circle around and approach that cabin from the rear, and we'll find out who's in there. Come on, get up. Inside the cabin, Gil Baxter and the other two crooks had just finished eating when they heard a knock at the locked door. Hey, what do you think that is? I didn't hear anyone right up. We'll soon find out. Come on, need you to draw your guns and stand on either side of the door. We'll find them in, and we'll have them covered. Well, a couple of Maudi. That's right. We have some questions to ask you. Gil noticed that neither Maudi had drawn his gun, and even though he himself stood without a weapon in his hand, he knew he had the situation well in his favor. He grinned at Preston and spoke. Come on in, both of you. Might as well be comfortable while you ask your questions. Thanks. Well, two more, eh? And we'll draw on guns. We are covered. The insignia you're wearing, I can see you're a sergeant. I got an idea. Your name is Preston. That's right. From the handbills I've seen, I'd say you're Gil Baxter. Good figure, Maudi. Good figure. I don't know how you're trailing so quickly that dog ear is out of the way, but we're ready for you. Now, reach and make it quick. Yes, we'd better do as he says, Constable. We've walked right into a trap. It takes more than a couple of Maudi's to get ahead of Gil. You're right. Now, you said you had some questions. Well, look, it's about that dog. I gladly put him out of the way. About the old gold there that Baker lost. I got that, too. I guess there isn't much else to talk about, is there? No, that answers all my questions. Since you so obligingly gave the right answers, you're under arrest in the name of the Queen. That's big talk with nothing to back it up. Ah, let's get this over. Look, if we go back, we hang from murder, so a couple more won't matter. I'm gonna have the pleasure of putting a bullet in Preston like I did his dog. What about the other one? You and Jay can settle with him. Hell, this is it, Preston. You're through with all your snooping. Now you're gonna get that bullet. As Gil raised his gun and pointed it at Sergeant Preston, Frank and Jay watched fascinated, but still keeping their guns trained on the Constable. Preston had ordered King to wait outside the cabin. The intelligent dog was just outside the window, which because of the mild weather was open. King recognized the voice of the man who had shot at him. At the same time, he caught the scent of the man he hated. Yet his master had told him to wait outside. Knowing King was waiting, Preston spoke sharply to the sneering Gil. Better put down that gun, Baxter. The sharp tone of his master's voice and the word gun, which to King meant danger, caused the great dog to go into action. With a running leap, he sprang through the window and into the room. The three crooks momentarily fixed their attention on the snarling dog that rushed toward Gil. With a leap, King grabbed Gil's gun arm, knocking the crook off balance and sending him crashing to the floor. At the same time, Jay turned with his gun ready, but the Constable jumped in and with a butt of his gun sent Jay limply to the floor. Take him off! Get him away! Down, King. Easy, fella. I put a bullet in him once. I can't figure it out. He has reason to hate you for that, Baxter. And for his sake, I'm going to settle the score. Get to your feet. Now, hold on. I'll get all their guns, Sergeant. Good. Maybe Baxter can use his fists for a change. You let me go and knock your head off. No, you won't take this! And this is for King! Looks like Baxter threw. His big mistake was picking on King. That's sure a wonderful dog, Sergeant. I hate that mutt. I wish my bullet had killed him. I'm sure you do, Baxter. Because of a boy's love for a dog, I left King at the cabin. His presence in that cabin brought about the capture of you and your gang. As I said before, Baxter, I arrest you and your men in the name of the Queen. This case is closed. 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Dad can buy United States savings bonds on the payroll savings plan where he works or on the bond a month plan where he banks. Remember, automatic savings is sure saving. Listen Friday when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of the river pirates. It was King who made me realize there was something wrong at Collins Landing. But even his instinct wasn't strong enough to penetrate Jug Benson's masquerade. Jug seemed to be a kindly old man, but in reality he was the leader of a desperate band of criminals. We didn't find that out until I was drugged and helpless, and the river pirates were ready to board the Pride of the North. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Friday. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trendo, by Fred Flower Day, and supervised by Charles D. Livingston. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. 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