 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, swiftest and strongest lead dog of the northwest, placing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest mounted police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On King, on your skies! 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. You better hurry! You said it, Bugs Bunny. Today's the last, the very last day. It's your last chance on this program to hear how to get five. Yes, I said five, pocket-sized Bugs Bunny comic books. All new, never before published, and all yours if you hurry for only 15 cents and one box top from Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat. Stand by. Don't fail to hear the details later on. Sergeant Preston was returning from a long trip into the Arctic. As he entered the town of Craig's Junction, he headed for the cabin of Dr. Drake whom we had known for many years. The doctor's cabin was a combined office and living quarters and he served the trappers and prospectors for many miles around the town. As the mountain entered the cabin, the doctor's face lighted up with welcome. Well, Sergeant Preston, how are you? It's good to see you, Doc. And here's King. Come here, old fellow. He wouldn't stay outside. You're one of the few people King insists on seeing whatever we're nearby. He knows how much you like it, don't you, fellow? I think he remembers the time you fixed his paw when he cut it so badly. He's an intelligent animal. You'll stay for supper, won't you, Preston? I'd like to, thanks. Also, I want you to have a look at my hand. I've got a touch of frostbite up north. I think a little infection's set in. Take off your pocket and get warm first. It's certainly a pleasure to have you around again. We've missed you. I'll be back on my usual patrol for a time now. Good, good. Sit down, Preston. Anything new happen since I've been away? Well, not much. Guy Bingay dropped a log in his foot and smashed a couple of tools. And Bill largely had another heart attack. It's a good thing for Bill. He has you near him. He'd have been dead long ago if he hadn't. If I had as much money as Bill, I'd get out of the Yukon and go to a better climate. He told me he'd never trust another doctor. Very fond of you, Doc. Well, Bill's one of my best friends, as well as being a patient. He told me he's leaving you quite a fortune in his will. He said you're the only doctor in the world who would keep a man alive knowing he'd be rich if you let him die. Well, I've tried to persuade him to change that will. Not that I couldn't use the money, but... I'm afraid his nephew Jack holds it against me. Jack doesn't deserve his uncle's entire fortune. No matter what he inherits, it'll be gone inside a year. Probably what Jack holds against you is the fact that you're the one that keeps his uncle alive. Jack and I don't get along very well. I've been quite stern with him lately. Half his uncle's trouble is caused by that boy. Well, let's have a look at your hand, Bristol. That's this one. Let's see. Yes, you're right. It is infected. Hold it closer to the lap. Sure. It's a good thing you came here tonight. That hand needs treatment. I think you'd better plan to stay with me for a day or so until it's better. I can do that. I have a hat on my schedule. Come in. Jack, you come quick. Mr. Oursley, him got heart attack. Him not got medicine. Well, I'll be right over, Dorak. Is Jack with him? No, him gone to Dawson. You come now. Just as soon as I get my bag. Let me go. I'll have to hurry. Can't imagine why he ran out of medicine so quickly. Left him a full button just a week ago. It'll be back as soon as I can, Pristin. And in the meantime, put two of these pills in that hot water and suck your hand. All right. I hope Bill's heart attack isn't too serious. Yes, should why. I'll do what I can for him. Sergeant Preston was asleep by the time Dr. Blake returned to his cabin. And it wasn't until the next morning that he learned the outcome of Bill Oursley's heart attack. The doctor told about it while he treated Preston's hand. Bill will be all right for a while again. The attack last night wasn't as bad as usual. If he had had his medicine, it wouldn't have been necessary to call me at all. What happened to his medicine? Jack knocked it off the shelf accidentally in the bottle brook. Jack with him now? He's due back from Dawson sometime this morning. You going over to see Bill? I have some other calls first, but I'll drop in to see him later in the day. He'll be all right. When I left him last night, he was sleeping like a baby. Dorak will be with him this morning. Dorak? But he's the Indian who came after me last night. He works for Bill. He comes every morning. Well, maybe I'll run over and see Bill myself this morning. No. You'd better not be too active until your hand is better. Well, the walk won't hurt me. King will want some exercise anyway. Later that morning, Sergeant Preston and King went to Bill Oursley's cabin. The door was opened by Dorak. The Indians usually expressionless face was a mask of bright. Hello, Dorak. You? Police? I just came to say hello to Mr. Oursley. How is he this morning? Me. Me, me come just now. Find him dead. Dead? Let me in here, Dorak. Me stay last night till Mr. Oursley sleep. Me get here late this morning. He's dead all right. Must have taken a dose of his medicine this morning and corks out of the bottle. Did you give it to him? No. No, no. Me come just now. This medicine has a strange smell. That medicine same bottle Doc bring last night. Take a smell of it. You look frightened, Dorak. You smell the same thing I do. Poison. The poison trappers use. Me not know. Me not know. Me go home last night and I touch bottle. Whoever did tamper with it did a very clumsy job. A doctor would know by looking at Bill Oursley that he died of poisoning and not a heart attack. Doc give him bottle. Me see him. Jack come. Has he been away all night? Him not here last night. Hello Jack. Your uncle is dead. What? Bill dead? No. I suppose this is quite a shock to you. He shouldn't have left him. He seemed to be all right. Let me see him. Not a very pleasant sight, I'm afraid. Well, looks awful. As if... As if he'd been poisoned. Is that what you meant? Yes. Are you sure it was a heart attack that killed him? I'm sure a heart attack didn't kill him. This is what killed him, the poison in this bottle. Who gave him that bottle? Dr. Blake? Dr. Blake was with him last night. So that's it. I shouldn't have left Uncle Bill. I knew this would happen sometime. What do you mean, Jack? I've never trusted Blake. Uncle Bill is leaving him half his money. He waited until I was away then poisoned him. Then he could say Uncle Bill died of a heart attack and nobody would know the difference. I wouldn't be too quick to accuse Dr. Blake if I were you. He was a good friend of your uncle. He pretended to be a good friend, but all he wanted was Uncle Bill's money. If he's a good doctor, what's he doing way up here in the Yukon? Why didn't he stay where he could make money at his profession in a civilized place? I've never asked him that. Well, I accuse him of my uncle's murder and I demand that you arrest him. Looks as if I'm going to have to do that. He had a motive and he was the last one to see my uncle. He gave him the poison. He knew I wasn't here, and he didn't know you'd happen to be passing through here today. Whoever killed your uncle certainly didn't know that. If you'll put him under arrest immediately, won't you, Sergeant? I'll keep him in custody until I've investigated the case further. I don't see why investigation is necessary. It's all pretty obvious, isn't it? Would you take him to Dawson? No. I'll put him in jail here at Craig's Junction temporarily. I'll keep this bottle and come along, King. We'll go find Dr. Blake. Dr. Blake's face was white and tense as he listened to Sergeant Preston. So I'll have to put you under arrest until I investigate further, Don. But it's ridiculous, Preston. I wouldn't murder a man. I'm sure you're not guilty. But under the circumstances, I must arrest you. Doc's accusing you directly, and you were the last one to see Bill. If I stand trial, I'll hang. No jury in the world will think I'm innocent. They'll say I did it because you were here, thinking I wouldn't be suspected with a multi-right in my own home. Clever man might do just that. Then you don't really think I'm innocent, do you? I know you're innocent, Doc, and I'm going to prove it. I want a couple of days to find out a few things. But what if you don't find anything? I'll be brought to trial and found guilty. Doc, you have the finest reputation in the Yukon. Everyone who knows you is your friend. I'm sure I can clean this up and find the man who did it. You'll be confined in the local jail for a day or two, that's all. You can play cards with old Jake. He's a good friend of yours, and Jake will let you have your patients come see you there if necessary. What are you going to do in the meantime? I'm going to make a quick trip to Dawson and do some checking on Jack's visit there. You suspect him too? So you had the same idea. He was very quick to accuse you. I'm surprised you didn't speak up about him. I wouldn't accuse anyone of anything without proof. You're a fine man, Doc. That's one reason I know you could never do anything bad. Now come on, get your things. You shouldn't drive your team to Dawson and back with your hand in that condition-pressing. It's likely to become serious, unless you're careful. It's not half as serious as what might happen to you if I don't start investigating immediately. Your neck's much more important than my hand. Come on, Doc. There's no time to lose. Sergeant Preston reached Dawson that night, and after reporting the murder at headquarters, started checking every bar and cafe in town, questioning everyone about the activities of Jack Hardsley. The following morning, his hand was swollen and painful, but he said nothing about it when he reported to Inspector Grayson. I have the proof I was after, sir. Jack Hardsley left Dawson the afternoon of the day his uncle was murdered. I found two men who met him on the trail. He was in Craig's Junction the night his uncle died. You'll have to have more proof than that, you know, Sergeant. He could have stopped somewhere on the way, but he said he spent the night in Dawson. He'll have a hard time proving that. You may be able to sweat the truth out of him. I hope you can. But I've rather shocking news for you, Sergeant. What do you mean, sir? I'm afraid you made a mistake not bringing Dr. Blake back to Dawson with you. Inspector, I'm sure he's innocent. We checked on him yesterday as soon as you reported the case. Dr. Blake left Ottawa after being tried for murder. What? He was acquitted, but the publicity ruined his reputation and his practice. That's why he came up to the Yukon, where no one knew him. Well, that means he wouldn't have a chance if he had to stand trial on this charge. I'm afraid he wouldn't. Especially since the first case was also poisoning. Poisoning, sir? Here's the report if you want to read it. It's pretty obvious he wouldn't try the same thing again, sir. The man's too intelligent. Well, you'd have a hard time convincing a jury of that, Sergeant. I'm sure he's innocent, Inspector. I'd stake my life on it. The whole thing's just a coincidence. Your judgment is usually very sound, Preston, but we can all be wrong. I'll start back to Craig's junction at once, sir. Good luck, Sergeant. I hope you and King are right about Dr. Blake. I'm sure we are, Inspector. Goodbye, sir. In spite of the increasing pain in his hand, Sergeant Preston drove his dog team at a swift pace toward Craig's junction. He stopped at each cabin along the trail to inquire whether Jack had spent the night, but was given the same answer everywhere. No one had seen him. Darkness had fallen as he stopped the team in front of the jail at Craig's junction. Okay. Sergeant Preston. What's the matter, Jake? I'm ashamed to tell you that my prisoner broke jail. Dr. Blake. Yep. I guess I wasn't careful enough. According to the way you two talked, I thought he was just here till you got back. What happened? Well, we were playing cards, and somehow or other, Doc grabbed my handcuffs and clamped them on me before it could move. Then he gagged me and tied me to the bed with a torn-up blanket. I was there three hours before they found me. Doc, leave Tom. He sure did. He got his dog team and took every bit of food out of his cabin and skedaddled. He went north. I knew I couldn't catch him, so I decided to wait for you. I'm sorry, Sergeant. I never thought he'd do a thing like that. Do you suppose he's guilty of killing Bill Ardsley? I can't believe he is, but it certainly looks like it. We'll continue our story in just a moment. Attention, fellas and girls. Don't be left out. What's up, Doc? Today's the day. The very last day of the sensational radio offer made only by Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. The delicious crisp nourishing breakfast cereals shot from gun. 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Of course, King knows Dr. Blake, and I'm a doubly sure by letting him smell the sweater that belonged to the doctor. There, King's got the scent. All right, boy, we're coming. On King, on your feet. Dr. Blake's team was a strong and powerful one, and the trail led due north into the mountains. Sergeant Preston's hand throbbed painfully under its heavy mitten, but he plotted on as fast as he could. King's strong muscles bulged under the harness as he led the dog team up the mountain. The following day, the trail grew narrow and treacherous as they ascended, and a steep precipice boarded one side of it. Dorak guided the sled carefully, and Sergeant Preston plotted wearily behind him, his teeth clenched to keep back the moan of pain that welled up inside him. His hand fell as if it were on fire, and it took all of his self-control to keep him falling. Suddenly, the sled gave a sickening lurch. Dorak, clean to the handlebars, was almost thrown off balance, but he held on. What happened, Dorak? What's wrong? Strap break. Sled almost go over side of cliff. If I could only use my hand. You think you can fix it? Me fix. Dorak edged along the trail on the outside of the sled cautiously, but suddenly his foot slipped on a loose rock. With a cry of terror, he grabbed for the sled, but missed and went rolling over the edge. Dorak, Dorak! Grasping the handlebars at the sled with his good hand, the mountain leaned over the edge of the trail. Sergeant! He saw the figure of the Indian on a ledge about 10 feet below. Dorak, you hurt? I'll throw a rope down to you. Here it is. There it is, Dorak. Can you hang on to it? What's wrong? Can't you move? You have to move, Dorak. Can't you tie the rope around your waist? I'll try and fix the harness and the team can pull you up. I can't get down to you. I'll lower a blanket. Try to cover yourself. Lying on his stomach, Sergeant Preston lowered a fur robe over the edge of the trail. He looked on the figure of Dorak who lay very still. Then the Mountie stepped carefully along the inside of the trail toward King, who stood in harness at the head of the team. I guess it's up to you, boy. Hope I can get you out of that harness with one hand. There, you're free. Hold on, fella. It's going to take me a while to write a note with my left hand. The Mountie slowly printed a message. His brain reeled and the throbbing pain in his hand grew worse, but at last it was ready, while he fastened the note to his collar. There you are, boy. The Pyrrhon's up to you. I hope you're not wrong about Dr. Blake. Take it to Dr. Blake, King. Find Blake. Find him. On, King! The Great Dog seemed to know that once again his master's life depended on his speed and strength. Free of the burden of the heavy sled, he sped rapidly up the mountain trail. Darkness found him still running, but now the trail was on the downward slope, and the scent of Dr. Blake was strong in his nostrils, as he raced toward a campfire built on the shoulder of some rocks. Dr. Blake leaped to his feet his gun in his hand as the dog ran toward him, but he let the weapon fall back in its holster as he recognized King in the light of the fire. King, where did you come from, Blake? Preston must be coming. Frantically, the big dog barked and whined, pawing the man, trying to tell Dr. Blake to come with him. Is something wrong, King? Is Preston in trouble? Just a minute. Is that a note on your collar? No, it's still King. Wait a minute, Father. This fire isn't too bright. There, now I can see. So your master is in trouble. He's asking me to come back to him, but if I do, I'll hang. When Sergeant Preston opened his eyes, he found himself in a small, dimly-lighted cavern. He lay for a moment trying to remember where he was, and then the figure of Dr. Blake bent over him at the events of the night before flooded into his memory. You awake, Preston? Yes. How'd you do it, Doc? You mean what we went through last night? No. Getting Doric up the side of the cliff was something I'll never forget. It was a good thing we had a moon to work by. You passed out with exhaustion. And you didn't leave again. You're still here. I was asleep by. Worked over him all night. How was your hand? Painful. You're lucky I didn't have to amputate. You're a strong man, Sergeant. And so was Doric. You're both fortunate to be alive. We wouldn't be if it hadn't been for you. I knew you'd come back. I'm going back with you, Preston. Even though I know it's useless. You'll never believe I didn't kill Bill largely. I'll hang for it. No jury will convict you when they hear how you saved Doric and me. Juries are funny. You're referring to the jury in Ottawa. You know about that? Yes. You were acquitted, Doc. Yes. But there was plenty of circumstantial evidence against me. It was just a case of whether the jury believed me or the evidence. But if I'm pleased to entrial for another murder, I won't have a chance. I'll hang. I know it. No. You know I hang, Doc. Doric, you're awake. Are you all right? Yeah, me all right. You saved Doric's life. You saved both our lives, Doric, when he could have saved his own. Doc not dying. Him not kill largely. What do you mean, Doric? Me no, Doc, not put poison in bottle. Jack largely him do it. Like it, me get poison for him. Doric, I must warn you anything you say may be used against you. But if you can give me proof. Me see Jack come home last night. Him put poison in bottle. Go away again. Why didn't you tell this sooner, Doric? Before Pestin arrested me. Me phrase. Me phrase. Jack say him give me money if me not tell. Him say if me tell. Him tell Lord Doric help him. Let me hang too. But me not let Doc die. When him come back and save me. And Dorie will believe you, Doric. Me tell everything. Thank you, Doric. It's the only thing that will save me. You not worry, Doc. Sergeant Preston. If me tell law about Jack Ardsley. Then me hang. I can't make any promises, Doric. If not matter. Me not want Doc to hang. We'll get back to Craig's Junction as soon as possible. And I'll pick up Jack Ardsley. You won't be able to use your hand for a while, Preston. I won't need this hand to arrest a murderer. Doc, how'd you know about this cabin? One of my patients lived here. I know these mountains like the palm of my hand. How soon shall we start for Craig's Junction? As soon as we can safely move Doric. Three days later, Sergeant Preston went to Jack Ardsley's cabin with King at his side. Well, Sergeant, did you catch Blake? Yes, Dr. Blake came back with me. To King Traylon? King found him, all right. Find if I step in? Oh, no, of course not. Wait here, King. What's the matter with your arm, Sergeant Preston? You can't get in the sling. Nothing much. I can't use it for a while. Jack, I have bad news for you. Bad news? What do you mean? I'm arresting you in the name of the Queen for the murder of your uncle. You're out of your mind. You have no proof. Blake did it. He broke jail, didn't he? I have all the proof I need. I found out that you came back here the night your uncle was murdered instead of staying in Dawson. Doric told everything. Doric? Well, that's not true. He's lying. A jury will decide that. Doric told us how he gave you the poison and how you bribed him not to tell. You wanted Blake convicted, so you'd got all of your uncle's money. You're smart, Preston. You've got it all worked out. Bandal admit you're right. I got rid of my uncle. And I can get rid of you. You've got only one hand. What? That does it. You'd better put down that gun. I'll put it down when I'm through with you. Do you think I'd let you take me in and hang me, not in your life? You can't get away with murder. Oh, yes, I can. I killed my uncle and I'll kill you and I'll get away with both murders. You've overlooked one thing. King's right outside the door and the door's not latched. He'll be in here like a flash. All he needs is a split second and I can give it to him. Sergeant Preston's quick attack caught Jack off balance. The shot went wild. Come on, King! King heard the Mounties cry. The great dog leaped through the air throwing all his weight against the killer. King's jaws gripped Jack Arsley's gun arm and Sergeant Preston leaping forward grabbed the gun. Take him off! Take him off! Take his dog away! All right, King, don't, boy. You're covered, Jack. I have your gun. Yes, you forgot about him, didn't you? I'll come along and remember King will be watching you. Yes, old fella. You more than make up for a injured hand. Thanks to you, this case is closed. 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