 Now as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice, the breakfast cereal shot from gun, present the challenge of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swiftness and strongest lead dog of the Northwest, placing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the Northwest modern police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. 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 Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice bringing you the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog Yukon King as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. It's the breakfast that brings cheers from coast to coast, the breakfast that wins praise from many a he-man Hollywood movie star too. It's well-tasting Quaker Pop Rice or Quaker Pop Wheat with milk and fruit. These king-size, 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 thrifty deluxe breakfast treat. You'll cheer too for Quaker Pop Rice or Quaker Pop Wheat. Following the discovery of gold in the Yukon, Sergeant Preston and his great dog King set out from Mackenzie Bay with mail for the Schooner Penguin whose master, Captain Beaufort, was engaged in the scientific survey of Arctic waters for the Canadian government. It was in late September with the first snow heralding the rapid approach of winter when they reached their destination, a small Eskimo village from which the mass of the anchored sailing ship could be seen some distance offshore. Their approach, Sergeant Preston observed, was being watched by women and sled dogs, the latter setting up a loud clamor. As they neared the group, a powerful but gawd gray dog sprang from the open pack and with bristles raised and fangs bared, Lunge toward King, who braced himself for a fight. Ready, King? Launching, boy. As the huge beast sprang, one of the women lashed out expertly with a whip. The whip curled around the neck of the lunging dog bringing him to earth with a thumb. Looks like that took care of him, King. Now you won't have to fight. As the dog rejoined the pack, abandoning for the time his desire for fight, the woman came forward, her white teeth gleaming in the fading light of afternoon. Sergeant Preston recognized her as the wife of his good friend, Cuckluck, chief of the Eskimo village. That one of Cuckluck's dogs? No, that is Bucco, the wild dog. Didn't think I remembered seeing him among the cat dogs last time I was up this way. That's a wild dog, eh? That right. Cuckluck thinks maybe tame him. No can tame him. Bucco, very bad dog. King was ready to take some of the fight out of him if he hadn't interfered with the whip. Oh, well, where is my good friend Cuckluck? He can go to the great ice, hunt for seal. All men in village hunt for seal on great ice. Oh, they return before I leave. I'd like to see Cuckluck before I start back. If weather good, they not come back soon. If weather bad, they do come back soon. Sergeant Preston already feeling the bite of the stiffening wind. Guess that he might see his friend after all. Then he pointed to the schooner, I'm not sure. When the schooner put out of the bay? Two days we see her. Haven't they sent anyone ashore? Nobody come from ship. Ah, Captain Beauford knows I'm due here with a mail. Well, I'll take it out to them, but I'll have to borrow a boat. Hunters take big boats, only kayak left here. Only kayak left, eh? Very well, I'll borrow a kayak and paddle out. I'll have to leave my dog King with you. I take good care of King. Now, fella, you better stay here with Cuckluck's wife. The kayak's not big enough for both of us, and I have to take the mail out to Captain Beauford. I'll be back shortly after dark, so don't worry about me. Watch out for Pooka, he's mean. He wants to go with you. Yes, but when he sees me put out to see in a kayak, he'll understand. Come, I get tired for you. Though so is large enough to hold me in the mail in this pack here, the mail's for men on the ship. This one, good kayak. Cuckluck made it. Cuckluck made it? I know it's sea-worthy. Now, King, old fella, stay here and be a good boy. Watch out for that wild dog. Tired paddle. Oh, thanks. It was not until Sergeant Preston climbed into the small round opening by the fragile little craft that King fully realized what the Mountie was about to do. It was only then that he knew his master was unaware of the danger that was rapidly descending from out of the grey clouds to the north. The dog, endowed with senses which nature had denied to man, had known for hours that winter with all its fury was soon to break upon them. Born of lamb, it had no terror for him, but the sea frightened him. He voiced a protesting warning as the kayak moved out from shore. Don't worry, fella. I'll be back soon. Cutting through the open water, now choppy and white with foam, Sergeant Preston saw the darkening clouds to the north. Against them, he could see the line of white that marked the edge of the great ice pack where Cuckluck and his men were hunting seals. He drew the hood of his parker closer about his face and redoubled his efforts at the double-bladed paddle. He maintained a steady pace for half an hour during which the sea grew rougher and swept repeatedly across the bow of the small traffic. As he neared the penguin, members of the crew were watching. They let out a roar of welcome. A few moments later, he was clambering up the ladder to be greeted by Captain Beaufort, and a young woman with blonde beauty was in striking contrast to the drab surrounding. Sergeant! This is my daughter, Alice. I'm glad to know you, Sergeant. This is a surprise, Captain. I did not know who the daughter was with you. Yes, I couldn't get along without Alice. She keeps all of my scientific charts and data in order, and there's all my reference worth for me. I'm disappointed, Sergeant. Disappointed? Dad told me so much about wonderful dog that travels with you. King? I expected you to bring him along. He wanted to come, but there wasn't room for both of us in the kayak. I've told Alice, King can do everything but talk. He did his best to talk me out of coming here in a kayak. That's making the trip, I know why. The weather? Yes, Captain. It's getting worse for the minute. I'm sorry to get back to shore. It's been bad while you sort out the mail for the crew. I'll take Sergeant Preston to your quarters and prepare the outgoing mail. Good. Let's have it, Sergeant. Yes, Captain. And of course you'll have time for a cup of tea, Sergeant. Of course he will. Nobody leaves his ship without a cup of tea and a bit of talk. Then I'll accept it. Right this way, Sergeant. After checking the outgoing mail with Sergeant Preston, Alice Beauford poured tea for her guest and herself, then faced them out of here. Father and I want to apologize for not sending a boat ashore to await your arrival, Sergeant. That's quite all right, though. I did wonder if something had happened to prevent it. Only the unrest of the crew. You see, Sergeant, we've been at sea for more than a year now. Yes, I know. The crew signed on for two years. It'll take another year to finish the scientific survey. But Dad's afraid they'll try to jump ship. He wouldn't even trust two men to go in and boat for you. Oh, who's the captain now? Hey, Sergeant! Why don't you tell us the news when you arrive? What do you mean about the gold strike? The gold strike? Where? In the Yukon. The papers are full of it. And my crew's gone wild over the news. Well, honestly, Captain, I forgot your ship's been at sea so long. I had no intention of concealing big news like that. Our papers are right over here, Dad. Let me open them and read about them. Read ahead, Alice. Meanwhile, Sergeant Preston can tell us about it. Gladly, Captain. First strike was made right after your arrival. While Sergeant Preston told about the Klondike strike, the crew of the penguin read the thrilling story. The men were seized with the same frenzy that sent gold-crazed men and women rushing into the far north. After more than a year of confinement and very isolation in the polar seas, the newspaper accounts as a gold strike in fabulous fortunes, fanned the smoldering embers of unrest into flaming revolts. I'm forgot after some of that gold. We have to wait for another year. There won't be none left. Yeah! There's plenty of supplies aboard the grub state and a lot of us. There's estimate dogs are plenty in the villages. We'll slit the throat of any man that tries to stop. Skid's loss in the mate, Johnny Tatum the Bosun, both of whom had remained loyal at Captain Beaufort, listened in silence as the spirit of mutiny mounted. Then, Johnny Tatum looked at the mate and asked, What do we do about it, Skid? They're going to jump ship. There's only one thing we can do, Johnny. Can't stop them, so we might as well join them. Get our thoughts if we try to stop them. Gotta act fast, though, before they jump us. Now, watch me. What are you going to do? I'm going to take over. Listen, man. Now, quiet down. Quiet. Me and Johnny Tatum are with you. But if we're going to jump ship, we've got to make a good job of it. We've got to make it look like we had to pull out. Otherwise, it's mutiny. What do you mean, Skid's? You know what they do to mutiners? They hunt us down and hang a lot of us. But if we have to abandon ship for a good reason, we're in the clear. How can we do that? Right this minute, the Skipper and his daughter are in quarters with that Mount East Sergeant Peston. The first thing we do is see that they stay there. There's no idea. How are we going to do that? I'll tell you. Post up about a dozen of them big crates out of the hold. When that's done, I'll give you more orders as to what to do. Don't forget, there's a storm brewing. We've got to get off this ship soon or we'll never reach them goldfields. Johnny's right. Now get moving. Come on. Even as the crew manned the winches, hauling up crates in the hold, the wind was hauling through the bare masks and rigging to the craft. And darkness began to close down like the lid of a giant eye, trying to shut out sight of a terrifying crime in the making. Inside Captain Beaufort's cabin, Sergeant Preston rose to his chair. I'm sorry, Captain, but I'd best be getting back to shore. That bike's going to be rough. Dad, you're not going to let him go ashore in that little kayak, are you? It's certainly not Alice. I told me at Larson to have one of our boots ready in manned. If they mount you aboard, the boat crew wouldn't sink a jumping chair. You can tell the kayak to shore behind the boat, Sergeant. Yes, I certainly appreciate the lift. I'll see that your boat crew returns to the pending place. What was that? Something banged against the door. I'll see what it works. There it is again. Open the door, Dad. What's this? The door. It's barricaded. Captain, is the only door out of your quarters? It's the only door out of this, Captain. You out there. Open this door. You do as I say. Open this door. We're going out to go. This is mutiny. That's right. We're trapped. There's no other way out. We've got to try to break out. You'll have to help Alice. Buddy. Yes. Let's go. It won't budge. They're piling something up. I can't move it now. It's evident what they're going to do. Don't shoot. They're a bit the fools. They know they can't get away with this. Listen. That's the anchor chain coming in, isn't it? Yes, Sergeant. That means only one thing, Captain. They intend to set us adrift in a storm. They can't get away with it. We'll cut our way out of the axe. Alice, give me the axe. I'll get it. I'll take long to cut our way out, Captain. No. Out of the way, Captain, while I start swinging. I'll relieve you in a few minutes. There goes. Yes, it's broken. And we'll crack down the first blow. Have you another? No. That's the only one in the chest. Well, Sergeant, it looks like they may get away with this mutiny after all. We'll never get out of here. We'll continue our story in just a moment. You know, fellas and girls, I was out walking the other night. It was a beautiful night, full moon and everything. And well, sir, maybe you won't believe it, but here's what happened. Hello, down there. For a moment, I didn't realize who was talking to me. Hello. Then I saw him. Say, aren't you? Yes, I am the man in the moon. Gee, I've often seen you, but this is the first time I've had the pleasure of talking to you. I don't talk to everyone. But why favor me, Mr. Man in the Moon? I want to compliment you. About what? About giving all the boys and girls such good advice. You mean telling them to eat a good breakfast? And that nothing tastes sweller than delicious Quaker-popped wheat and Quaker-popped rice with milk and fruit? Precisely. Well, I don't want to brag, but I must admit that wheat or rice shot from guns are exploded up to eight times normal size to make them bigger and better tasting. What's more, I think it's important to tell all the fellas and girls that Quaker-popped wheat and Quaker-popped rice are good for them. They furnish added food values of restored natural-grade amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and dion. Good advice, that. What say, Mr. Man in the Moon? How do you know so much about wheat or rice shot from guns? We don't sell Quaker-popped wheat and Quaker-popped rice up there on the Moon. I am old and wise. The man in the Moon knows many, many things. Well, that's all for now. Goodbye. Well, sir, fellas and girls, what do you know about that? One thing, though, and this is for sure. Unlike the man in the Moon, you can always enjoy nourishing tasty breakfasts of Quaker-popped wheat or Quaker-popped rice morning after morning. Grocers everywhere down here have crisp, fresh, wheat or rice shot from guns. But mind you, it's never sold in bags or bulk. Always look for the famous big red and blue package with the smiling Quaker-man on the front. That way you're sure to get the original, the one and only, Quaker-popped wheat and Quaker-popped rice. Now to continue our story. Meanwhile, on deck, boats were being lowered into the sea. Those which were not to be used by the mutinous crew were being smashed with axes and made useless. This time, the crew clambered over the side of the ship and into the boats. All but Skidz-Larsen and Johnny Tatum. The ladders could pose the axe beside a barrel of oil. Not for open, Johnny. There she is. Set her fire, Skidz. As the axe crashed into the barrel head, the oil flowed over the deck. Skidz-Larsen swung the ladder in the hell in his hand, smashing it into the deck and the flowing oil which caught fire. Under the impact of the high wind, the flames leaped toward the sky, climbing the outstread sails and rigging like a crimson serpent. Come on, Skidz. We've got to get off. They can't hang centers. We're abandoning a burning ship. All right, Johnny. Let's get to the boat. As smoke crept into the master's quarters, the plight of Sergeant Preston, Captain Bopert and his daughter, Alice, seemed hopeless. But even in the desperate knowledge that was only a matter of perhaps half an hour before they would die, Sergeant Preston refused to give up. Taking several signal rockets from a chest, he fired them through a porthole. When the last one had been sent into the sky, he sat down. The three stared at the barricaded door in silence. Alice finally began gathering up documents and records. Alice, what are you doing? I'm putting all your records in the stadium and put it into the small chest. What for? They may be saved, even if we can never be. What are you talking about? We can share the chest through the porthole. We'll drop it into the sea. Good idea. I'll be picked up by a vessel. Might even fit for sure. If it is found, your work won't have been in vain, Captain Bopert. Oh, yes, I see. It is all important that my records be saved. What possible? What was that? Somebody's outside that door. They must be the crew. They've come back for some reason. No, I don't think so. Listen to me. Where are you going? To the restaurant. I'm your friend, Sergeant Preston. Look, look, in the steel hutters. There, we see a signal shooting in the sky. We know somebody on ship. Oh, we'll save you. Come quick. When he goes, save you to shore. Oh, no! You're going to... In a matter of seconds, Captain Bopert, his daughter Alice and Sergeant Preston were over the side of the burning ship and in the walrus hide boats for the hardy steel hutters. They were in their pockets and come to their rescue. Meanwhile, on shore, the great dog king paced up and down at the water's edge. Cuckluck's wife beside him. He saw the ship far out in the bay breaking the flames as the last ray of daylight faded into the stormy sky. He knew the meaning of fire and a struck tear to his great heart for he knew his master had rode out to that same ship only a short time before. Cuckluck's wife hide the company. Sergeant Preston, him come soon, King. Him come soon. A pack of Eskimo dogs, the hunters had left behind, set up a mournful chorus nearby. As excitement and fear gripped the women of the village, King Charles' streak of fire shoot out from the ship, arch into the sky and fall into the sea. Then another, and another. He remembered that he had seen the shooting fire before when miners were ruined on a mountain top that signaled to Sergeant Preston to save them. He knew it had somebody needed help and that somebody was on the burning ship. Casting away his natural fear, the sea, he plunged into the icy surf. But Cuckluck's wife knew it meant quick death to the great dog. She raced in after him, sunk her strong fingers into shaggy mane and held on, dragging him back each time with plunging paws lost to the sand. They could be seen by the women who had lighted fires along the shore to guide their own men folk safely to the village. They could be seen by the pack of huskies now pacing the shore excitedly. Reading them was Pucca, the wild dog that Cuckluck had been unable to pay. Pucca saw that the woman now held no whip in her hand. Without it, he had no fear of her. Gone too was the man in the great fur parker who walked beside the strange dog. With a snarling yelp, he lunged into the struggle with the pack of village dogs in his heels and a flickering light of the campfires lining the shore. King caught a glimpse of the rushing fury that hurled itself into his throat. Cuckluck's wife was almost knocked down as the bodies of the two great beasts came together with a loud impact. Explicating herself in the pack of snarling fighting dogs, she saw King run to firm ground where he turned to face the oncoming pack. The weak and foolish huskies raced at him only to be ripped and torn by the flashing fangs and hurled yelping among the excited woman. Only Pucca, the wild and untamed, continued to bore in. Time and again the two great dogs came to grips then rolling over and over, each seeking the other's throat. It was a battle of the mighty. Dogs and women stood about in a great circle watching, waiting breathlessly for the kills. Then they saw the flashing fangs for the great dog King's flight home, not in the throat, but back to the pointy ears of Pucca. Pucca went flying through the air to land in the pack of yelping huskies. Slowly the beaten Pucca got up from the snowpack shore. Slowly he played it into the darkness and as the women knew full well, never to return. King waited until Pucca had disappeared from sight. Then he stalked slowly toward the pack, fangs bared. They did not rung, only blew aside a looking pass. It was a challenge they had no desire to accept. To them this stranger from the south was King in more than name only. Some tent had dogs and women been on the great battle between King and Pucca, but they failed to hear the muffled sound of men's voices and creaking boat oars approaching from the storm-tossed sea. But King hurt them and sounded a joyous welcome. Men coming both. As the mutinous crew of the penguin pushed the shore, King raced among them seeking his master. For the moment he paid no heed that these men were armed. His only interest being in finding sergeant Pustin among them. And then one word caught his ears as the man he now realized was the leader who spoke roughly to Cuckluck's wife. Huskies, you know what I mean by Huskies. Huskies, dogs. That's right, dogs. You gotta have plenty dogs. You get Huskies, plenty Huskies. You not take Huskies, Cuckluck not like you take his dog. We don't care who what Cuckluck likes. We're taking every Husky you've got. King saw the leader of the men threaten Cuckluck's wife with a gun he held in his hand. He was about to spring at him when it dawned on him what the men were about to do. They were going to take the pack of Huskies that now trail at his own heels. All right, men. Get the supplies out of the boats. And we'll round up this pack of Huskies in some sleigh. King knew Cuckluck's wife didn't want the dogs taken from her. Knew that she was afraid of the men with guns. As the mutineers moved toward their boats to unload them, King barked shockingly. He moved slowly from the rim of firelight driving the winding pack along the shore. In a matter of seconds they were swallowed up by the Arctic night. But King did not stop near the camp. He kept going until his alert ears could no longer hear the voices of the men unloading boats. Though now and then he had to pause to whip a faltering Husky back into the pack. Suddenly he caught the sound of voices. He heard the rhythmic splash of pack of striking water. All sounds came from over the water. And he paused to listen. The pack of Huskies drawing up in a half circle behind him and sighed. The fire is ahead, Cuckluck. What are those fires? Women build fires. That's sure. We see fire. No, not our village. You see, Alice? Sort of a beacon guiding the men safely home. Wait. Soon there. You be safe, man. I'm glad these hunters are well armed. They too may still be there. It's time to steal the dogs and sleds. They won't wait. They won't? Why not? The men have a loss for gold. They can't rest until they get it. I guess they'll own the trail south now. We won't stand a chance of getting them. No, not tonight. Even if we could, which is doubtful, they'll have heavily armed. Me, you're so far. No, did I. Listen. Gov, John, and Village. Him off from Village. You're right. That's King. He's part of the south of the village. You mean you can tell the bark of King from another? I'd know King's bark anywhere, and that's he. It's not in the village where I told him to stay, so he's got a reason for leaving. King, find me smart dog. Must have heard my voice over the water. Ah, King, I'm for you. Call the hunters. Tell them not to approach the village, but to follow the sound of that dog's bark. Tell hunters what you say. Hold up! He's getting that out! Hold up! Get that out! Hold up! Hold up! Get that out! Hold up! The fleet of seal hunters turn in the direction from which came the steady bogging of the great dog King. Meanwhile, consternation has broken out among the mutineers in the Eskimo Village. Giant! Yes, kids? Where are the dogs? We'll set the load up and head south. I've been looking all over for the dogs. Kids have disappeared. Isn't that a dog in care? Oh, there's not, huh? Land! Bring that Eskimo Squire over here! I ain't gonna believe you think that! Now listen a moment. What'd you do with the dogs? Me not hide dogs. You're lying. Tell the kids what you did with them. Dogs. Run off. Me not hide dogs. If you know what's good for you, you better tell where they are. I'll give you less than a minute to start talking. I mean, tell truth. Dogs go away. Give me that dog, will you, Johnny? Here you are, kids. Ah, maybe this'll help you talk. Hey, it's a big dog who saw me landing. Shut him up! Oh, you don't talk that guy. It's him, it's a money. Oh, you crazy! Taken completely by surprise, the mutineers of the Penguin turned to see a lone man, Sergeant Preston, emerged from the darkness into the rim of light cast by the campfires. But the surprise soon passed. In the realization that they outnumbered him, 10 to 1. In the name of the Queen, I arrest you for mutiny and attempted murder. Ha, ha, ha! You hear that, man? The Sergeant's gonna arrest a lot of us. Ha, ha, ha! I warn you to surrender. You're surrounded. Ha, ha, ha! This is the first time I was ever surrounded by one man. Pull it out! Pull it out! Pull it out! Eskimo! Yeah, such a little hutters in every one I'm... Just camp up and the girls. For the last time, I render in the name of the Queen. It's Larson and his useless crew stood tensely, undecided for a moment. But as the first clad hunters, their rifles leveled, appeared from out of the darkness into the fire lights, the men from the Penguin knew Sergeant Preston had spoken the truth. Resistance would be useless. Their own weapons dropped in their hands as they raised their arms above their heads. The mutiny of the Penguin was over. A short time later, Captain Bulbert bestowed his blessing on his rescuers. My ship is lost. My life, my daughter's life had been seized. And, Dad, we still have your records. That's my dad's. Sergeant, I... I can never repeat the debt I owe to you, King Cutlet. Oh, my life to Cutlet and his hunters, too, Captain. But we'd have been killed when we landed, if it hadn't been for King. Now, let's get these prisoners ready to march. Cutlet and his hunters will go with us as guards until we reach the first outpost. Come on, King. King, save everybody. Yes, Cutlet. King hadn't heard my voice coming over the sea. It had come straight into an ambush. But thanks to him, the mutiny on the Penguin's over. Yes, boy. Thanks to you, the case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Wednesday's program. Ask Mom, she knows. Yes, Mother knows there's nothing like a family that's a breakfast-happy family. So here's a tip. Ask her to serve delicious Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice for breakfast tomorrow. Everyone goes for these crisp, tender, king-sized kernels of premium wheat or rice shot from guns. Just remember, they're never sold in bags or bulk. To get the original crisp, fresh, wheat or rice shot from guns, always look for the big red and blue packages with the smiling Quakerman on the front. That way, you're sure to get the one and only Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trandall, directed by Fred Flower Day and edited by Fram Stryker. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. They are brought to you every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at the same time by Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice. The breakfast cereal shot from guns. Listen, Wednesday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the adventure of Old Moby's Cairns. Old Moby had left his dune ship in the arctic ocean near Herschel Island, and I'd concealed his treasure beneath a pile of rocks in the northernmost part of the pond I came to. The treasure proves to be bait that do admit to their deaths on top of the world and almost cost me my life. Be sure to hear this exciting story Wednesday. Till then, this is J. Michael wishing you good-bye, good luck and good health from Quakerpuff Wheat and Quakerpuff Rice. So long. 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