 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the Wild Northwest, Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice, the breakfast cereals shot from guns, present the challenge of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swift as the 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 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. Say, are you game for a dare? Then tomorrow morning, try a breakfast of Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat topped with milk and fruit. Boy, I just dare you to say it doesn't hit the spot. These ready-to-serve king-sized kernels of premium wheat or rice are shot from guns. Yes, Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat are actually exploded up to eight times normal size. That's why they're so crisp, tender, delicious. Tomorrow, just you try this breakfast treat, Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat. It was summer in the Yukon. Old Hank Miller, owner of the Selkirk mining company, sat in the living room of his home outside of Selkirk with his foot propped up on a footstool. He was talking to Dave Small, cafe owner and part-time lawyer in Selkirk. I asked you to come here, Dave, because I got a legal job for you to do. I want you to fix up a will for me. A will? Just because you got rheumatism in your leg don't mean you're going to pass on. Oh, I don't aim to pass on yet, Dave. I just want to get this will business settled before my son gets here. Your son, you say? That's right. I didn't know you had a son. Are any other relatives for that matter, Hank? Surprise, eh? So will a lot of others be. Where's this son you speak of? Well, he's been back east in the States. Fact is, I haven't laid eyes on him since he was a baby. Well, what do you know? How'd that happen? Eh, let's see now. It was almost 22 years ago that I said goodbye to my wife and newborn son. Went west to make my way. Mamey died and the boy was raised by her maw. I expect he's quite a man now, Dave. Have you kept in touch with him, Hank? Well, now off and on. I've been writing back and forth. Of course, most of the letters came from Mamey's maw, that boy's grandmother, you know. Oh, I see. Seems like the grandmother died not so long ago. George wrote me about it. That came yesterday. Eh, it's right on the table. Read it if you like, Dave. Mm-hmm. Now that grandma's gone, I have no one but you, Dad. I wanted to join you long ago, but couldn't leave her alone. The old lady was alien and couldn't tell. Mm-hmm, I see. Read the rest of it, Dave. That's the best part. I'm coming out now to be with you and to help you run the mining company. Yeah. Found out I can get a boat from Seattle. It'll arrive there the middle of July. Well, say, Hank, the boat he means must be the one that gets in day after tomorrow. Yeah, that's what I figured. I guess this bum leg will keep me from meeting him at the boat landing. I'll have to send one of the men into Selkirk to bring George out here. I suppose he sends you a tin type of himself so you'll know what he looks like. No, he didn't, Dave. Now I never got around to sending him a picture either. You know how it is. Yes, yes. Well, say, since I'm right there in town, why not let me meet your son? How are you going to know him? Oh, I can go aboard, find out from the captain. Oh, there's no use going to all that trouble, Dave. One of my men... Well, that's no trouble at all. Have to come out anyway to bring a regular form so the will you want made. That's so. Well, it's mighty nice of you. It'll save one of the men the trip. All right, it's all settled then. I'll be getting back to town now. I'll be looking for you and my son day after tomorrow. We'll come on out here right from the boat. So long, Hank. Bye, Dave, and thanks a lot. The following afternoon, Dave Small looked up as one of his men at the café and at his office. Well, Jake was on your mind. There's a young fella just coming to the café asking for a job, boys. It's a card shark. Just come over the trail from Whitehorse. I don't think we need anyone else, Jake. It's a good looking fella. It'd be good to have around the gaming room, seems to me, boys. No, I've got... Wait a minute. Maybe I could use them at that. Haven't come in here. All right. Hey fella, come in here a minute. Boss willing to take me on? He wants to talk to you. Come on. I hear you want to work for me. That's right. I'm sort of handy with cards. Thought you might have a place here. Have any friends here? No, I just got in. Worked my way up on a scowl that came from Whitehorse going on through to Dawson. I see. Then there's no one in town who knows you. No. My name is Joe Weeks. How old are you? Twenty-two. I worked my way west three years ago from Chicago then came up here. I thought you were from somewhere in the east. Look, Weeks, I have a plan in mind that could bring you a nice little pile. If you're willing to play along. Sure. Why not? What's the deal? First of all, if you accept my proposition, you'll have to change your name. Change my name? That's right. Instead of Joe Weeks, you'll be known as George Miller, son of Hank Miller, owner of the South Kirk Mining Company. One of the wealthiest men around here. The next day, Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Mounted Police stood with his great dog, King, on the boat landing at Selkirk, watching as the passengers disembarked from the boat. Suddenly, Sergeant Preston spoke to King. What is Corporal Harding now, King? Hello, Corporal. Over here. Hi there, Sergeant. Well, hello there, King. It's good to see both of you again. How's the trip from Dawson City? Fine. A good company, too. Young Easterner from the States is coming here to join his father. He'll be meeting for the first time in 20 years, he told me. Father left the East when the chap was a baby. Maybe you know the father, Hank Miller. Lives outside of town. Hank Miller? Well, yes, I've heard of him. He's the head of the South Kirk Mining Company. The father couldn't come in to meet you, George, so I'll take you out. No, that's nice of you. Sorry that Dad led up with a moment. There he goes now. That's young Miller. I see. I didn't get a look at the man with him. Probably one of his father's men. Well, come on to my cabin, Corporal. We'll discuss our business there. Come along, King. A short time later in Dave Small's office, George Miller finished talking about himself. And I guess that's about all there is to tell about my life in the East, Mr. Small. I hope you don't think I'm being too inquisitive and asking about you this way, George. Being one of your father's friends, I'm greatly interested. Not at all. Yeah, and I guess everything's under control here. Had to stop by to pick up some papers your father wanted me to bring out. Come on, I have a couple of horses waiting out there. Sure, anxious to get out of there. See, Dad. I know just how you feel. There's much of a ride. We'll be there before you know it. Let's go. Sergeant Preston's cabin in Selkirk was on the edge of town along the trail that led to the Selkirk Mining Company mine and the home of Hank Miller. It was King who called attention to the fact that someone was riding along the trail. I'm out of King. Running to the door. Yes, someone's riding along the trail outside. Two riders on the trail. I can see them from this window. Oh, yeah. That's the same fellow who got off the boat. Young Miller. The other one's a cafe owner. I recognize him now. A chap with the name of Dave Small. Guess he's taking Miller out to his father's, please. I like George Miller. Nice, clean cut chap. He asked me to stop by and meet his father before I left Selkirk. Well, that'll be easy, Corporal. The trail to Beaver Dam that you'll be taking tonight goes right past to Miller, please. Why not stop in then? Good idea. I'll do it. When I come back, I'll have him meet you, too, Sergeant, since he's going to stay here permanently. Well, shall we start getting my grub together for the trip, Sergeant? That's a good idea. You'll be back here in five days or you won't have too much to carry. Come on, I'll help you get it packed. Meantime, George Miller and Dave Small rode some distance up the trail toward the Miller place. Gonna have to get used to calling this country my home, Mr. Small. Gonna be strange calling someone dad, too. You'll soon get used to it. I would... Hey, two riders coming along that fork to the left riding pretty fast, too. Hey, their package is covering part of their faces. Maybe they're going to... We better stop. Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! What's the meaning of this? Never mind the questions, Mr. We got you covered. You don't want to get a slug of lead to us, we say. This is a hold up. We don't have anything worth taking. I don't see why you... Shut up, you! I'll see you here. This is enough. You got nothing to worry about, you see. I'm taking this other fellow with me. I won't go anywhere with you. Careful, George. They have George. Sure, and we'll use them, too. Weeks, you ride up the trail with that old cop. Young guy's going to ride back along the branch trail with me. What's this all about? Never mind. I'll get going, you two. All right. Come on, Mr. And don't forget I've got this gun held on you. I guess there's nothing else to do right now. Get up there! Get up! All right, fella. Now, you and I are riding on that branch trail. Get going if you know what's good for you. Get up. Get up! Get up there! Well, weeks we put that over. There's the miller place just ahead. Sure looks like a prosperous man lives in that place. Hank Miller's wealthy, like I told you. Now, make sure you get everything straight before we get there. I think I got everything straight. I even memorized that note you stole from the old man. Good, good. Remember the facts I found out from young Miller about himself. Old Hank Miller's no fool. I'm beginning to feel that I am George Miller. How long do I have to keep up the axe form? Once that will is signed, I have a feeling the old man will meet with an accident or some kind. Jake will take care of the real George Miller. Then what? Then you as heir to the miller holdings will sell out to me at my price and leave the territory with a nice, tidy sum for your trouble. I didn't figure on tying in with any killing. But you're in too deep to back out weeks and don't go getting cold feet. All you have to do is play the part well. If you don't, well, there might be another killing you didn't figure on. Now we go in so you can meet your long lost father. Get up there! Get up! We'll continue our story in just a moment. Boy, wouldn't it be something if any time you like you could make a wish and have it come true quick as a flash? I can do it. You? Hey, where'd you come from? I can make anything you want come true. Right now, too. Who are you? You look like you just stepped out of a storybook. What with your turban and pointed shoes? My name is Aladdin. Aladdin? Oh, but I suppose that's your magic lamp you're carrying. That's right. Now tell me you're going to rub that lamp a few licks and the genie will come and bring me anything I want. Try it. Well, let's see. Okay, I'd like your genie of the lamp to produce a table set up with the keenest tasting breakfast there is. Man alive! That's terrific, Aladdin. Look at that. A table's appeared from nowhere. On it are two bowls. One brim full of Quakerpuff wheat, the other of Quakerpuff rice. One is for you and one is for me. Take your choice. Boy, there's milk and sugar on them and sliced bananas, too. Oh, but look. How'd your genie of the lamp know that wheat or rice shot from guns makes the tastiest breakfast ever? He's the smartest genie in the whole world. I'll say he is. And say Aladdin, pardon me a moment. I'd like to pass on a tip to all the fellas and girls listening. If you're wishing for a breakfast that's got them all beat for tasting swell, tomorrow morning eat Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice topped with milk or cream and fruit. These giant king-size grains are shot from guns to make them bigger and better tasting. Yes, they're exploded up to eight times normal size to make them crisp and tender. Wheat or rice shot from guns is nourishing, too. Furnishes extra food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and dion. Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice are never sold in bags or bulk. Ask mom right now to order these famous big red and blue Quaker packages. Look for the smiling Quakerman on the front. He's your guarantee that you're getting the original, the one and only Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat. Now to continue our story. About an hour after the corporal left Sergeant Preston's cabin to go to Beaver Dam with the intention of stopping to see George Miller, Preston was surprised to hear hoof beats stopping outside. Well, sounds like the corporal coming back, King. Corporal, what brings you back? Forget something? No, I didn't. There's something I don't understand. I wanted you to know about it. What's that? Well, I dropped by to see young Miller. A young fellow opened the door. I asked for George Miller. Go on. He said he was George Miller, and that he'd arrived that day. That's strange. Yes. I didn't know what to say, so I excused myself and left. Maybe the fellow you met on the boat wasn't George Miller after all. It's possible, but we saw that cafe on a meeting at the boat and called him George, then they rode past here this afternoon together. I'm wondering what happened to the other chap, the one I met. Maybe we can find out. How? With King. They can follow the tracks they made when they passed here this afternoon. Say, that's an idea. I'm sure curious about all this. So am I. I'll get my hat. Yes, King. You can come along. All right, let's go, Corporal. My horse is still saddled. There are the tracks they made. I'll tighten this cinch. Easy, fellow. Easy enough. Here, King. Follow them, King. Find them, boy. King has a sad, steady fillet. Let's go, Corporal. Get up there. Yep, yep. I was running around in circles. Yes, two men snubbed here, see. They were joined by two others who came along the branch trail and they rode on. Why doesn't King follow along the trail if they both row down? I don't know. Oh, I'm getting to see why King's confused. Why? The two men who passed my cabin must have separated. Notice how King runs up the trail a bit and doubles back to the branch trail? Say, that could be it. I think we'll follow the track and go along the branch trail and see where they lead. Go that way, fellow. That way. Get up there. Yes, yes. Sergeant Preston and the Corporal followed King for some distance along the narrow branch trail. Finally, as they rounded a bend, Sergeant Preston pulled up and called out to King. Oh, there. King's quiet fellow. Why have we stopped here? Look over there to the left. No cabin well off the trail. Yes. All right, over there and see what's inside. Get up. Come on up. Look, someone's opened the door, Sergeant. Yes, and he has a rifle. I'll talk to him from here over. Who's in that cabin with you, mister? Two horses heads at the back of the cabin, Sergeant. Oh, no, he's lying. They won't hesitate to use that rifle, I'm sure. You've got two rights coming here like I said. Maybe if we separated one going to the left. No, I've got one of us before we got close enough to use our revolvers. King. King, fellow. Go get him, boy. He sees King. The scrubs are enough to give King cover. Watch him. As the two Maudis sat facing the threatening rifle and the hands of Jake, King, seeming to know what was expected of him, crouched low, and then, hidden by the scrub growth, crept silently off to one side, gradually circling around until he appeared to the side of the cabin out of Jake's sight. Sergeant Preston watched his King move slowly forward. Watch King Gorgon be ready. I said to get him. As Jake moved away from the cabin a bit and took aim at the two Maudis, the great dog King, moving like a streak of lightning, moved around the edge of the cabin and leaped. Help, help, get him up. Get him up, get him up on the area. Oh, no, don't get him up. He's sitting, fellas. Hey, don't. He's sneaked up by me. Keep him away. Watch him, King. Get his rifle, Corporal. Someone on that bunk over there. Just a minute, now loosen that gag. There. Now to cut these cords on your ankles and wrists. Uniform. You must be a Maudi. I've heard of them in the States. Met one, too. There you are. Who are you? My name's George Miller. Mr. Small and I were held up on the trail. I was brought here. The other band had went with Mr. Small. I see. King's watching that fella outside. Corporal, gosh, I'm so glad to see you, Sergeant. This is a man I met on the boat, George Miller. He told me that you say there's already a George Miller at the Miller Place, Corporal. There can't be. I was to arrive home today. Mr. Small was taking me out to meet my father for the first time. Corporal told me about that. What did the other hold up man look like, you know? Well, my age. Black hair, sort of wavy. Didn't wear a hat. Had dark eyes, too. Couldn't tell much more he wore a handkerchief over his mouth. That fits the description of the one who answered the door at the Miller Place and said he was George Miller. That's not true. I'm George Miller. We believe you're George, and I begin to see the whole thing. It wasn't any ordinary hold up a while ago. I have reason to believe your father's going to have trouble, too. We'll have to work fast. We're going to help you and him. Corporal, take that man outside back to town, will you? Yes, Sergeant. King and I will go with George to his father's place and straighten this thing out. Let's get going. Meantime, back at the Miller Place, weeks with Dave Small's help had been getting acquainted with his so-called father. Your father certainly gave us a fine dinner, George. Yes, he certainly did, Mr. Small. I enjoyed it a lot, Father. Well, I had a cook-up special for you, son. Say, I've been thinking about that fella that came to the door before supper. You say he wore a police uniform? Yes. He was one of those motties you have up here. I can't understand why he asked if I lived here. That's just what I've been wondering. Oh, that! I told the motties in town to be on the lookout in case I missed George at the boat. A mighty efficient, I can tell you. Oh, I guess that was it. He was checking up. Mighty nice of him to come way out here. You should have asked him in the supper, George. I didn't think of it. He sort of took me by surprise. Yes, I can understand that. You're fortunate to have such a nice young fella for a son, Hank. Yes, I guess I am at that. Oh, did you bring over that paper you were going to fix up for me, Dave? I sure did. Got it right here in my pocket. You want to look it over? Yeah. Well, I guess that's what I asked for, all right? But there's one thing I forgot to have put in this wheel. What's that? I wanted to leave everything to George right enough, but... That's the way I have it drawn out. Sure. But I want to write in a condition to the wheels, Dave. A condition? Well, I worked hard to form that mining company. I wanted to stay in the family. I hoped for George to get married and to pass it along to his son when he has one someday. That's why I want you to say in this wheel that George isn't to sell or trade off any part of the company. While George and I was alone here when you left us to sort of get acquainted before supper, I told him about how much I thought of the company and all. And you mean he won't get the inheritance unless he agrees to that condition? Yes. I know George won't mind at all, will you, son? Well, uh... Now, wait a minute. I bet he put that idea in your head when you had that talk. After making a deal with me, he's planning to double-cross me. This is the first time I've heard about it. Yeah, just a minute, Small. What's that about George making a deal with you? Do you mean to say that I don't pay any attention to him, Father? Oh, forget me, huh? How you listen to me, Weeks, I'll let you... Hold on. Maybe you take me for an old fool, but I'm beginning to see things right. You just made a slip, Small, and calling him Weeks. I'm thinking he isn't my boy at all. You're right, he isn't. Go ahead and tell him you're just a cheap gambler, Weeks. Why, you, not put up that gun, Weeks. Put it up! We can still make this work out if we pull together. Not if you gave away our plan. Oh, I'm right. You were planning to trick me. You had the sneak poses, my son. Shut up! You sign that wheel, Miller, just as it is, right now. I wouldn't do any good now that I know he isn't George. When George does get hit, you... He won't, so forget it. Here's a pen, sign that paper. No, after I signed it, you'd kill me off, I guess. I'm not signing that. I thought that slick on refeller couldn't be my boy. I said sign that paper. Oh, scaring me with a gun, huh? If you want to kill me, at least you won't have that paper signed. Go ahead and shoot. Go ahead, like he says, Small. I'm as good at faking signatures as I am at playing cards. I'll sign it myself. We'll find a copy of his signature in that desk over there. A forge or two, huh? Well, you won't get away with it. I'll tear up this... No, you won't give me that! No! I didn't have this bum leg, Dave, Small. I'd lick you for that, old as I am. Shoot him, Small, and tie me up and get out of here. If anyone comes to the mine to investigate this shot, I'll say someone murdered my father. All right, Hank Miller. This is it. No, you don't. Oh, my, really? Come here. The old man's in front of me, Marty. Drop your gun, or I'll put a bullet in him. As Joe Weeks stood looking at Sergeant Preston, he failed to see the big gray shadow that streaked through the open door and headed his way. With a snarling line, he became four weeks to the floor. Help, get away! Get him off! Okay, easy for us. Now, that dog... I still had my gun. I'd kill him, the old man, too. I heard all I can take from you. Oh, are you dirty? I'll show you! This will show you! Donna, I had enough. No more for sure. Good hitting, young fella. Yes, sir. Well, you both got here just in time. They were aiming to kill me off. I guess they already did away with my... my boy, George, who was to come to live with me. Why don't you take a good look at this young fella, Mr. Miller? Do you mean that he... he's... Hello, Dad. Yes, this is George Miller, your son. My... my boy. Say now, you're the image of me when I was your age. And your fight just as good, too. Oh, I suspected that slinky galoot wasn't a Miller. That's why I suggested putting a condition in my will, just to see what they'd say. Dad, Preston and King, along with another Marry, saved me. Oh, it sure is good to have someone calling me Dad. Yeah. Well, thanks a lot, Sergeant. Thanks a lot to that fine doggy, yours, too. Yes, sir. He looks pleased as all get-outs sitting there, seeming to understand everything we're saying. I guess he does, Mr. Malone. We can all say that thanks to King, this case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Friday's adventure. Fellows and girls, remember, your grocer now has special new model farm packages of Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice. Yes, the famous breakfast cereal shot from guns now come on eight different exciting new packages. And on a single package, you get as many as six different models of farm buildings and farm animals. These models are yours at no extra cost. There's no waiting, so shake a leg, get in on the fun, start building yourself a swell model farm proto. Remember, you can now get 46 keen detail scale models on packages of Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice. They're yours at no extra cost. Yes, they're yours for the asking when you ask for Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trendall, directed by Fred Flower Day and edited by Fran 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 Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice, the breakfast cereal shot from guns. Listen, Friday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of Grisly Grayson. Grisly Grayson was a notorious criminal. King and I found him dead on the floor of a canyon. I was due for a big surprise when I brought in Grayson's body. I was met by a constable who told me Grisly Grayson was in jail and very much alive. This led to one of the most amazing adventures King and I have ever had. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Friday. For a delicious hot breakfast, eat Quaker Oats. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Yes, the giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Delicious, nutritious, makes you feel ambitious. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. 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