 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the Wild Northwest, Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice, the breakfast cereal shot from guns, present Sergeant Preston of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swiftest and strongest lead dog of the Northwest, blazing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Mounted Police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On King! On you Husky! Gold, gold discovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the Klondike in the wild race for riches, back to the days of the Gold Rush, with Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice bringing you the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog, Yukon King, as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. Though one that can make a better cereal than Quaker Puff Rice, it's nice. And when you hear that shooting, you're doing tootin' that Quaker makes the ones shot from guns. Did you hear that? Shot from guns. That's your tip-off to the breakfast cereal that's deliciously crisp and tender. Yes, eat Quaker Puff Rice and Quaker Puff Wheat every morning because they're puff to perfection, full of swell, natural, nut-like flavor. Top with milk or cream and fruit and go to it. You just can't beat Quaker Puff Rice or Quaker Puff Wheat. Lefty Nash was a big man and a tough one. He had been a lumberman in his younger days in Vancouver, but a couple of years after his marriage, he had left his wife and a baby boy and went to the Gold Fields of California. At first, Lefty's intentions were good. He'd make his fortune and then send for his little family. The fortune never materialized, and Lefty, who had wandered from one location to another, neglected to keep in touch with his wife. When he finally returned to Vancouver, he learned his wife had died and the whereabouts of his son wasn't known. He discussed his troubles at the time with the local constable. Well, my boy is ten years old now, constable. His name is Dennis, Dennis Nash. I've searched the town for him, but I didn't have any luck. Well, I'll do what I can to help you, Mr. Nash. If I find any trace of the boy, I'll let you know. Thanks. I'm stopping at the straight hotel for the time being. Well, like I said, Mr. Nash, I'll get in touch with you if I learn anything about the boy. In the meantime, you keep in touch with me. Right. Goodbye, constable. Weeks passed and there was no word of Dennis. Lefty, discouraged, drifted from the town and finally reached Seattle. He was broke and bitter when he fell in with bad companions, who persuaded Lefty that easy money could be had for the taking. One robbery led to another, and Lefty became a tough, hard man, and his name became notorious throughout the Northwest country. More years passed, and when gold was discovered in the Yukon territory, Lefty and two cronies traveled to Skagway, the gateway to the Yukon. Then, as winter moved in, they followed the trail north. We better stop a few minutes and rest the dogs. Oh, how are you? I'm all flattered we have to go to reach South Kirkland. It's a few miles out. For how long it'll be before that prospector finds out we discovered the hiding place he had for his goldwood. We'll be plenty far away before he misses it. He was out cutting more wood when we took it squint. Say, I learned White Horse that the prospectors around South Kirk come to town loaded with gold dust on Saturday nights and head for the cafe there. Yeah. Maybe we could take a chance on holding up the cafe Saturday night. We could use Ben Dennis to mask our faces, then hit the trail for Dawson right after. Yeah, we'll think it over squint. Well, let's get moving, Lefty. I'm getting cold. Yeah. Musks! When they arrived in South Kirk, Lefty and his two companions stayed at a waterfront hotel and made plans for the cafe holdup. On Saturday night, they stopped their dog team alongside the building. Then, using Ben Dennis as masks, the three men entered. It's a holdup. Line up all here and reach for the sealer. Let's go get the cash and gold and make it quick. Sure, Lefty. Come on. Hey, he called the leader, Lefty. Must be Lefty Nash. Don't let them get away with this, man. Get them! Come on! The sudden retaliation by the men in the cafe took the crooks by surprise. Lefty saw both squinted art fall wounded and his one thought was to escape. Emptying his gun, he turned and fled, slamming the door behind him. A few minutes later, the man from the cafe entered the office of young Constable Denny Carter. Constable! What is it? Something wrong? I thought I heard shooting and was just going to investigate. Three crooks tried to hold up the cafe, Constable, but we got two of them and the other got away. You'd better come right over there and pick them up as soon as the docks fixed them. They're both wounded. I'm ready. Let's go. Has anyone else hurt? Yeah, several. And I think one fella's dead. Took a bullet from the crook that got away. Now, that's bad. As soon as the other two are taken care of, I'll trail the one who got away. Constable, I know this is your first assignment being possible here in Selkirk. Let me warn you, the fella who got away is thought to be Lefty Nash, a desperate killer. It's my job to trail him and bring him in for murder. Better wait till you have help then. No, no. Delay might take away any chance of catching him. I'll send word to the Constable for planning to watch my district while I'm gone. Do you have any idea which way the killer went? I'd say he was heading north. I'll try to pick up his trail. And I'll not come back until I catch him and bring him in. An hour later, the Constable, Denny Carter, picked up Lefty's trail and started out in pursuit. It was later that night when Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Mounted Police and his great dog, Yukon King, arrived in Selkirk. Preston's first stop was at the General Store. Come along fella. I'm glad to see you again. Thanks Frank. I thought I'd pick up a few supplies before I barged in on the Constable of this cabin. Hasn't anyone told you the Constable isn't in town? Isn't? I know, we just arrived and stopped off here first. Some crooks tried to hold up the cafe earlier. Two of them were wounded and caught. The other one got away. I'll tell at the cafe. Denny left to trail him saying he wouldn't come back without the murder. I wish I'd arrived sooner. To my way of thinking, young Constable Denny is risking his neck. Going after such a desperate character as Lefty Nash. Lefty Nash? You mean Denny is trailing Lefty Nash? That he is Sergeant. That is serious. I'll take supplies Frank and I'm picking up Denny's trail right away. I must get to him before he catches up with Nash. I hope you do. I might be of help before you're through. Well, all right, but let's hurry. I don't want to waste time. Within a short time, Sergeant Preston and Frank picked up Denny's trail near the cafe. With the Great Dog King leading the way, they started out the North Trail. I'm taking on you Husky. I'm glad you decided to try to catch up to Denny. Nash is a desperate killer and Denny isn't experienced enough. Isn't that exactly Frank? Tell me, do you remember the widow Carter who came here and opened a boarding house some years ago? Sure I do. It was about 12 years, as I recollect. I just opened up a small trading post. She was Denny's mother. Denny was with her at the time, but she wasn't his mother. She wasn't? No. This is Carter applied for adoption papers for Denny. One of my first assignments as a rookie was to interview her. Say, I remember now, you came in and asked me about her at the time and said she wanted to adopt the boy but it seems before that Denny's mother lived at Mrs. Carter's place in Vancouver. She died. Mrs. Carter kept Denny brought him here when she moved to Selkirk. He took the name Denny Carter. Does he know he's an unadopted son? Yes. That's all he does know about it, Frank. But I learned from Mrs. Carter before she died that Denny's father was named Lefty Nash. Lefty Nash, eh? Well, now I... Lefty Nash, you say? Great say. He must never know, so keep it to yourself. Of course. You know, I'd never mention it to anyone. I know that, Frank. But are you certain Denny's father and that killer are the same man? There might have been another man of that name, Sergeant. The records show that Lefty Nash was born in Vancouver. He married there about 23 years ago and had a son named Dennis. You don't say. Lefty went to the States. His wife died while he was away at the time Mrs. Carter came here with Denny. No one except the Inspector and I. And, of course, you know that Dennis Carter is really Dennis Nash. Poor lad. Good thing he doesn't know. He's a fine chap. Yes, and a good officer. What you don't realize, Frank, is that he's trailing his own father and one may kill the other. Holy mackerel. I never thought of that. That's why we have to find Denny before they meet. Come on. In the meantime, about two miles ahead of Denny, Lefty Nash turned off the trail and stopped behind a low ridge. Ho, ho, ho. You mangy mutt. I guess I have to give you a rest if I hope to make it to Dawson. Lefty took a blanket and moved under a ledge where he lay down to rest. He was out of the cold wind. The warmth of the blanket caused him to doze for a while. But later, a distant sound brought him to full consciousness, and he sat up suddenly. Dogs. Somebody must be trailing me. It's just light enough for anyone to see my tracks leading in here. I better get going away from here and fast. All right, you lazy hounds. A short time later, Denny reached the point where Lefty had turned and gone to the ridge. He stopped his dog team a moment. Ho, ho, ho. Turned off here and went toward that ridge. I'll leave the team here and go on foot. He may try to ambush me if he hears the team moving in. With gun in hand, Denny followed the tracks. He cautiously approached the place where Lefty had stopped. Then as he eased around the end of the ridge, he saw that no one was there. He stopped here to rest. There's where the dog's bird in the snow. I... Something over there. He left a blanket behind and it's still his warmth. It means he isn't very far ahead of me. I'll get back to the team. Meanwhile, Sergeant Preston and Frank were making much better time than Denny had because the intelligent Husky King kept them on the trail. Do you think Denny caught up with him yet, Sergeant? I doubt it, Frank. I hope not. That's the way I feel about it. I don't want to be ambushed. I hope he realizes that. I hate to think of anything like that happening. So do I. On King! On you, Husky! We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Young Sergeant Billy and Sandra Bell of Dawson City are playing Yukon Treasure Hunt today. Yes, sir. Do you know of a treasure and some secret cast? Let's see now. Let me think. Why sure I do? Why don't you give us some clues? Well, the first clue is a fur trapper's kitchen covered. I bet I've got it. It's a package of Quaker Puffed Wheat or Quaker Puffed Rice. I fooled you there, Bill, guess again. Is the treasure inside the package? You're getting warm, Sandra. If you mean those crisp, delicious king-size grains of Quaker Puffed Wheat or Quaker Puffed Rice. Well, maybe it's those food values you tell us about. You're getting warmer, Billy, because it's a hidden treasure you can't see. Like those extra food values and your natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and iron furnished by Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. Gosh, I'm stoned. Well, the best clue you could find would be when you pour yourself a heaping bowlful of Quaker Puffed Wheat or Rice, top it with milk or cream and fruit, and then take a big, luscious mouthful. You can't see it, but you can... Taste it. I've got it. It's the flavor. Right. It's the sweet, tempting, nut-like flavor that tastes so good you want more and more. Yes, O.R.E., all you fellas and girls will find a real taste treasure when you go for the famous breakfast cereals Quaker Puffed Rice and Quaker Puffed Wheat. The breakfast cereals shot from gun. Now to continue. Lefty had a poor dog team to begin with and the dogs, through periods of hunger and mistreatment, had lost their strength and stamina for long trips at a fast pace. Lefty noticed the dogs falter from time to time. Finally, when one of them fell from exhaustion, the others stopped and sank in the snow beside him. Come on, get up, you weak-kneed coyote. Get moving, do you hear? Right, hunger. What's the use? Ain't no good to me now. Hey, someone's still on my trail. Must be a mountain. They use good dogs. I'll have to make it on foot. I'll go that hill off to the right. Lefty went over the hill and found a long stretch of level, snow-covered land before him. At first, he had moved at a fast pace, but soon his steps slowed as his leg muscles ached to rest, but he knew he had to go on. Gasping for breath, Lefty forced himself forward, trying to put more distance between himself and the man he knew must be trailing him. As the faint cold light of the Arctic sun edged over the horizon, he looked back just as a figure topped the hill behind him. A red coat. Mountiers follow me. I have to find some place to stand against him. A gutter here. He's out of gun range now and so am I, so that's lucky. But I better get moving. Slowly Lefty moved on. Meantime, Denny's youth and vigor favored him as he slowly moved closer to the fleeing killer. He noticed that Lefty had swung to the right and was making for what appeared to be some large boulders. You better try to cut him off or you'll be able to hold me back indefinitely. Denny too swung off at an angle and increased his pace in hopes of cutting in between Lefty and the place to which the killer was heading. In his determination to outwit Lefty, Denny kept his eyes on the fleeing crook, neglecting to watch the nearby terrain. Suddenly he felt the ground give way under him after a narrow ravine broke under his weight. Then the young Mouty was flung downward to the bottom of the narrow ravine and lay there stunned. Lefty, who was about a city block away from the young Mouty, turned as Denny yelled and saw the red-coated figure disappear from sight. Hey, Jiminy, you must have stepped down to a crust-covering ravine back there. If I go back, I could finish him off and get his dog team. And that's what I'll do. Gun's ready. It took Lefty in his winded condition to reach the edge of the ravine where Denny had fallen. Finally, he moved cautiously to the edge and looked down. He's just coming too. Hey, you down there. I got your cover. I lost my gun. I'm unarmed. Good. That makes it easier. I'm gonna plug you and then go back and take your dog team, Mouty. Now wait. Wait, listen to me. Lefty watched as Denny struggled to his feet. The young man's park of it had fallen back and brushed the snow out of his hair with his gloved hand, then looked upward at the leering killer above. A thin beam of sunlight struck the thick, curly, reddish-brown hair and lighted his youthful face as he spoke. Oh, I... I sprained an ankle when I fell. Help me up. I... I can't probably any further. I wouldn't leave you here to die. You'll die before I leave, fella. Hey, it seems to me you've been mixed up in my life for this somewhere. No. No, I haven't. You sure look familiar, but that doesn't matter. It's too cold to stand here gabbing with a Mouty. Right now, I... Lefty raised his gun again and then hesitated. He looked down at the boyish face staring up at him. At the large, steady, brown eyes just a few feet below the edge of the ravine. Lefty brushed a hand and said, I came after you because you killed a man in Selkirk. Maybe you've killed others, I don't know. And now you intend to kill me. But you can't win, Lefty. The past will catch up with you and you'll be hanged sooner or later. Lefty didn't answer, but stood as if in a trance. The young Mouty spoke of the past. And it was the past Lefty was reminded of as he looked at Denny of someone he knew, someone he had known well, but who? Who? First I was afraid, but I'm not now, Lefty. Go on, get it over with. I know killing me is nothing to you. Shut up! Shut up, you dirty red coat! Momentarily, rage swept over Lefty's ash, but still he held his fire. Some strange force seemed to hold him back. Something that caused him to sweat in spite of the cold, moaning wind. Lefty shivered as the wind seemed to bring thoughts of the past. Thoughts of when he was with his young wife and child. Gosh, honey, isn't he some boy though? Look at him, only two years old and yet as strong and smart as a five-year-old. He'll look just like me, you wait and see. Lefty closed his eyes a moment. Then his confused mind took him back. Back to the time he was leaving home. My son Denny, I'll make a fortune in Golden California and then I'll come back or I'll send for you. It's for you and for him that I'm going. Look, I'll get rich, I know it. I want him to have everything. No. No, I don't want to think back. I... You're not going to shoot help me out. You're feverish, Lefty. Talk into yourself. You'll die too if you're sick. Rich, what are you talking about? I'm just thinking. I don't want to make any slip and have more mouties after me. Anyhow, I'd like to watch you squirm. But Lefty saw the young man below him wasn't squirming. He seemed not to be afraid as if he knew somehow that Lefty couldn't quite pull the trigger. Then an inner voice seemed to whisper to him. An inner voice forced into his mind by the moaning wind. Stop it. Stop with the idea, it's a lie. I'm just seeing things at all. What's the matter with you, Lefty? If you help me up, I'll take you back to a warm room and adopt you. You're sick, Lefty. Die, you're to blame. Somehow you're making me see things that aren't so. You're a dirty, pulled cat of a mountain. And I'm going to sick you right now. Do you hear? Right now! Oh, my arm! Oh, my gun. I dropped it, but I'll still be able to get the dog out. Take him off! Come on, watch him. Sergeant Preston, I'm in the ravine. Denny, you all right? Yes. We'll get you out. I'll hold you while you reach down the grass, Denny. All right. Denny, grab my hand. A moment later, Denny stood beside Preston and Frank. Lefty watched him with feverish eyes as young Maldives spoke. You saved my life. Lefty was just about to shoot me when you fired at him. I know, Denny. I couldn't have it. It wasn't right to leave Mary and Denny. What's he talking about? I thought he said my name. Lefty now seems to be sick as well as wounded, Denny. He's delirious, I think. He talked crazy while he held the gun at me. He did? He started to shoot me long before you got here. And he kept staring at me and talking to himself. No, Mary. I told him he was sick and he flew into a rage. I'm glad he was out of his head. Oh, Mary. Otherwise I'd be dead now. Frank, go bring the dog sled, will you? I'll stay here with Lefty and Denny until you get back. Sure. Didn't want to take long. Frank brought back the dog sled. And in due time, Denny and Lefty Nash were taken back to Selkirk. Lefty was found to have a severe case of pneumonia. And it was Denny who came to Sergeant Preston at their cabin with a message. Sergeant. The doctor wants us both to come to his place where Lefty Nash is on the guide. All right, Denny. I'll get my things on. We'll go right over. When the two Mounties arrived, the doctor requested that Preston go in first, alone. A moment later, Sergeant Preston stood beside Lefty's bed. Lefty, I'm Sergeant Preston. I... I don't deserve any favors, Sergeant. I know that, but I'm dying. Take it easy. You called him Denny. I... I remember that much. Tell me. Who is he? Your son, Lefty, huh? But he doesn't know. My... My boy. And I tried to kill him. But something helped me back. What it was, I don't know. The way he looked at me, when he was in that review, I... I went crazy. Easy, man. Easy. Could I see you? I'm not going to tell him. I'll call him, then. Denny, come in, will you? He's dying, Denny. That is the real you. You know he's a killer, but... Sure. Sure, I know. Lefty, this is Constable Carter. Denny. My boy. I... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry, my boy. So sorry. That's all right, Lefty. Forget it. And you? I'm out of here. He's gone, Denny. He's talking to me like that, Sergeant. Poor fella. As bad as he was, I can't help feeling sorry for him. You know, maybe if... if things had been different, if he'd married and settled down... That's right, Denny. Things might have been different, who'd been told. Maybe your son would have been all that Lefty needed to keep him straight. Now he's paid his debt to society. This case is closed. Sergeant Preston will return in just a moment with a word about our next exciting adventure. Say there, what's your favorite breakfast treat? Why, of course. It's quaker puffed rice and quaker puffed wheat. Oh, mine, too. They taste so good. Yes, everyone in the family, Dad, too, goes for the toasty nut-like flavor of good natural grain. The sun-ripened natural flavor that old Mother Nature puts into it. You see, Dad doesn't like anything too sweet. But we like things real sweet. And that's the beauty of quaker puffed rice and quaker puffed wheat. Every member of the family can sweeten them with sugar to suit their own special taste. They're never coated with factory sweetenings. No wonder everybody likes the one shot from guns. And you know, because they're exploded up to eight times normal size, they're crisp and tender as nuts in November. Every bite is so crisp and crunchy. Yes, with the sealed inner lining in the big red and blue packages, quaker puffed wheat and rice are kept as crisp as can be. And, Mothers, remember those extra food values in every delicious spoonful your family eats. Those restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin, and iron. So every morning, let the whole family pour out big bowlfuls of delicious quaker puffed wheat and quaker puffed rice. The ones shot from guns. And now here is Sergeant Preston. Sergeant Preston reporting for duty, Inspector. Sergeant and old sourdough named Johnny Elk sent word to headquarters that he's afraid that he'll be murdered. He wants to see an officer at once. Johnny's afraid? Johnny Elk is a rich man, Sergeant. Someone may be trying to steal his gold. I'll start for Wildcat River at once, sir. You'd better go geared for trouble. Johnny's gold is already in the possession of killers who murdered Johnny Elk and two Indians to get it. When they meet Sergeant Preston in a deep canyon, they are determined to kill the fourth man in order to make their escape. Be sure to hear this next exciting adventure. These radio dramas, a feature of Sergeant Preston of the Yukon Incorporated, are created by George W. Trendle, produced by Trendle Campbell Enterprises, directed by Fred Flower Day and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. Sergeant Preston of the Yukon is brought to you every Tuesday and Thursday at the same time by Quaker Pop Wheat and Quaker Pop Rice. 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