 Now as howling winds echo across the snow-covered reaches of the Wild Northwest, the Quaker Oaks Company makers of Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice, the delicious cereal shot from guns. In cooperation with the Mutual Broadcasting System, present by special recording Sergeant Preston of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swiftness and strongest lead dog of the Northwest, breaking the trail for Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Mounted 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 and the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wondered-of Yukon King as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. Our adventure will begin in just a moment. A little thought a few moments of planning can change your whole existence. You can have security instead of worries about the future if you start now to invest regularly in United States savings bonds. For regular systematic saving, two plans have been set up for your convenience. The payroll savings plan where you work and the bond a month plan where you bank. With the payroll savings plan, you authorize your employer to set aside a certain sum each payday and invest the money in bonds for you. On the bond a month plan for those who are not on a payroll, you authorize your bank to issue bonds to you each month and charge the purchase price to your checking account. Bonds may be redeemed any time after two months at the purchase price plus interest. Remember, savings bonds are absolutely safe and are protected against loss, theft or destruction. Now even better, invest more in savings bonds. This message is brought to you as a public service. Sergeant Preston was riding along the banks of the Klondike River on his way back to Dawson City when he sighted a rider some distance ahead along the trail. The man's horse was followed by a pack mule laden with prospecting equipment. As Sergeant Preston drew closer, the man turned his head and the sergeant recognized him as Gil Dryden, a young mining engineer. Gil Dryden, come on, get up there fellow. Touching spurs to his horse, the sergeant galloped forward until he drew alongside the other rider. Easy boy, easy boy. Long time since I've seen you and King Sergeant. That's right Gil, not since last spring. How are you doing there, King? Still helping the sergeant enforce the law? Looks as though you've been doing some prospecting. Oh, I have. What's more, I made a strike. Oh, a strike and claim? Well, not yet. I want to make further surveys to locate the richest possible vein. Besides, if I were to file a claim now, it would start a rush. I don't want that to happen just yet. Not till I have lined up some backing for my own venture. You're not going to work the claim yourself. Oh, I can't without capital. The place where I made the strike is located in the mountains. You'll take the mining equipment to get the ore out. Then, of course, the ore will have to be refined. What do you intend to get the capital? From the Seward Mining and Development Corporation. Well, I thought you and BJ Seward didn't get along so well. That's true enough, Sergeant. O.B.J. is a self-made man. And he doesn't have much use for college-trained mining incidents. Not to mention the fact that he didn't approve of me courting his daughter. My financial rating wasn't satisfactory. But now that you've made a gold strike, it'll be a different story. Is that it? That's what I'm hoping, Sergeant. When he gets a look at these rich ore samples I've brought back, I think that attitude will change quite a bit. Anyway, I'll soon find out when we get to Dawson City. Come on, get up. After parting from the sergeant in Dawson City, Gil stabled his horse and packed mule and checked into the hotel. Then he went to call on BJ Seward and his daughter, Holly. Gil. Hello, Holly. Oh, I'm so glad you're back. Come on in. Thanks. Oh, I see you have a visitor already. Flint Parker is hardly a visitor. He's Dad's mining supervisor. You two know each other, don't you? Oh, sure. We've met before. Howdy, Dryden. Hello, Parker. Strictly a business call, I suppose. As a matter of fact, it isn't. I came to see Miss Seward personally. Any objection? Wow, if you put it that way, we might... Now to see here, you two. If you can't at least be polite to each other, maybe you both better leave. I'm sorry, Holly. That's all right, Gil. Won't you sit down? Thanks. When did you get back to town? This afternoon. I just checked in at the Victoria Hotel. I was chasing rainbows again, I suppose. Call it that, if you like. Only this time I found the pot of gold. But you mean you made a strike? That's right. And a mighty rich one, too. Oh, Gil, that's wonderful. What about if you make your stay? Sorry, Parker, but I'm keeping that information to myself as I'm being... Well, at least it makes a good story to impress Miss Seward with. Are you implying that Gil might be lying? Oh, no, not at all, not at all. I just think your father's too sure to be taken in by a lot of empty talk. He'll want facts and proof before he backs any new mining ventures. Don't worry, he'll get both. I have a number of war samples in the detailed map of the district showing where I made the strike. Well, maybe so, maybe so. If you can convince Mr. Seward, that'll be good enough for me. Goodbye, Miss Halley. Goodbye. And in the meantime, don't believe everything Gil tried and tells you. A short time later, Flint Parker went to the office of a crooked mine broker named Cass Hinkley, who had amassed a fortune since the start of the Klondike rush in various shady mining deals. Hinkley, a portally bald-headed man with bulldog jowls, chewed a cold cigar as he listened to Parker state his business. Hinkley, a while back you made me a certain offer. That's right. I said I'd make it worth your while to tip me off in advance to any mining deals that DJ Seward was cooking up. To be exact, you said you'd cut me in 50-50 on the profit. I did. I did, and the offer still states. All right. Now, how would you like to get in on the ground floor of a new gold strike? Hmm? I'd like that real well, Parker. Real well, as who wouldn't. It'll take capital. Well, well, don't worry about that. I can supply plenty of capital if the deal looks good. Okay. Here's the dope. A young gent named Gil Dryden blew into town this afternoon, and I just found out he's made a rich gold strike. Whereabouts? I don't know yet. He's being cagey. But I found out that he's made a detailed map showing exactly where he made the strike. Well, this begins to sound interesting. Uh, you, uh, you have a couple of strong men in your payroll, haven't you? That's right. With D-Drexel and Pughatton. What's your plan? Dryden is staying at the Victoria Hotel. Your men can break in his room some time tonight, and they can hold it at the map before he turns it over to old man Seward. Heh, heh, heh, heh. They'll do it all right. That map will be in my hands before morning. And while they're at it, have them take his ore samples. Oh, why bother with that stuff? Because without the ore samples, Dryden may not be able to interest Seward in his proposition. I see. Which means you'll have no competition at all when you send a party out to stake a claim. Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh. It's a smart idea, Parker. Smart idea. Gil Dryden was a light sleeper. That night he awoke suddenly at the sound of footsteps moving about in the darkness of his hotel room. Hey, who's that? I forgot to put these away. Oh, soon for the sleeper-grip store. Like the lamp, Pug. Right. He's out cold. Yeah, but he may not stay that way long. Better tie him up and gag him with a bedsheet. Then we'll look for the map in the ore sample. Right. The next day, Sergeant Preston will see to that his desk in mounted police headquarters when Gil Dryden burst into the office. Gil, what's wrong? Plenty, Sergeant. I was robbed last night. Sit down and tell me. All right. It happened in my hotel room. I woke up during the night and heard someone moving around. Too dark to see anything? Well, too dark to see anything clearly, but there were evidently two of them. One of them hollered, look out, Swiftie, he's awake. And then the other one knocked me out with his gun. What did you come to? A couple of hours before morning. But they had me tied and gagged. I didn't get loose till just a little while ago when someone came around to make up the room. Anything valuable taken? Yes. My ore samples and the map showing where I made my gold strike. All right. Let's get back to the hotel room and see if we can pick up any clues. Come along, King. A short time later, the sergeant surveyed the scene of the robbery. The room had been thoroughly ransacked. The marks on the floor indicated the robbers had gained entrance by picking the lock of the door. But although the sergeant went over the room carefully, he was unable to find any clues that might help him track down the criminals. Have you done much talking in public about your strike? None at all. Why? I'm just wondering how many people knew about the map. Well, let's see. I told Holly Seward. I suppose she told her father when he got back to town last night. And then it... Hey, wait a minute. I'll bet Flint Parker is back of this robbery. Flint Parker? He's Seward's mining supervisor, isn't he? That's right. He was at Mr. Seward's house when I went there yesterday. He heard me tell about making a strike and he knew I had a map showing the location. Huh? Well, if Seward's right hand man, he'd find out eventually where you made your strike without stealing your map, wouldn't he? Sure. But if he felt like double-crossing Seward, he could sell that map for plenty of money. Besides, there may be another reason. What do you mean? Parker is in love with Holly Seward, and he hates me. He may have figured that by stealing the map and the ore samples, he could delay me in getting any financial backing. He might even try to jump my claim. Well, you'll be seeing Parker today? I suppose so. I'm going to have a talk with Mr. Seward, and no doubt Parker will sit in on the meeting. All right, now here's my plan. When you talk to them, let on at the map that was stolen wasn't the real map. Wasn't the real map? I don't understand. Say that you were afraid of being robbed, so you placed a fake map with the samples. Let on that you have the real map hidden away in some safe place, and you'll produce it later on. If Mr. Seward is interested in backing your mining method. No, I get it. You think that when Parker hears that, he'll make some kind of move to get hold of the other map? 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The more packages of these delicious Quaker cereals you get, the more free baseball tickets you get. To continue, after listening and agreeing to the sergeant's plan for trapping the thieves who had stolen his map and door samples, Gil Dryden had gone to call on B.J. Seward, the man he hoped would back his mining venture. Holly Seward and the mining supervisor, Flint Parker, looked on with interest as Seward spoke to Gil. Well, Dryden, my daughter tells me you've made a gold strike and you have a business proposition to talk over with me. Yes, sir, that's right. I've located a ripped deposit of gold-bearing ore, but it will take capital to exploit the deposit. That's why I've come to you. Yes, how do you figure on going here at this venture? Well, first of all, a survey party should be sent out to state the best possible strike and plan the mining procedure. After that, we can decide on the necessary equipment and estimate the cost of operation. I see. And just how big a share of the mining you prepared to offer in exchange for my capital? Fifty percent. Fifty-fifty, eh? Well, I might be willing to agree to those terms if the venture looks profitable. Now then, I understand you brought back some ore samples. That's right, I did. You have them with you. No, sir. Unfortunately, I was robbed. Robbed? You mean your samples were stolen? Yes. You? Have you gone to the police? Yes, but they weren't able to find any clues to who did it. You know what I mean? I rather expected you to come up with some excuse like this after all the big talking you did yesterday. I suppose your map was stolen, too. Oh, no. That's where you're wrong. A map was stolen, but not the real one. What do you mean? I've been afraid all along that someone might get wind of my strike and try to rob me. So I purposely made a plate map and placed it with the ore samples. That's the map that was stolen. What about the real map? Oh, I have it stored away in a safe place. Well, Dryden, I don't know what to say. Without having seen your ore samples, it's difficult to give you a decision. Oh, but Dad, surely you can take your word about the richness of the ore? When it comes to backing a mining venture, I'd be afraid to rely on my own judgment not to someone else's. You mean the deal is off? Let me think it over. Come back tomorrow and I'll give you a definite answer. As soon as the discussion broke up, Prince Parker hurried straight to the office of Cass Hinkley. Well, what's wrong with you, Pa? I'll tell you what's wrong. That map your men stole last night is a fake. Fake? What do you mean? Dryden was too smart for it. He figured somebody might try to rob him. So he drew up a phony map, kept it along with the ore samples. That's the map we got hold of. What about the real map? He told Stuart he has it hidden away in some safe place. And what's more, if Stuart could decide to back him, he'll turn over the map for him tomorrow. That's the case. We'll have to act fast. Meaning what? We'll have to find out where the map is hidden. Get a hold of it tonight. And just how do you expect to do that? I think Dryden can be made to talk. Providing pardon swiftly, apply a little persuasion. Just leave the details to me. I'll handle it. At that same moment, Gil Dryden was speaking to Sergeant Preston at Mount Police Headquarters. Well, Sergeant, I did just as he told me. I pretended the stolen map was a fake and told him I had the real map hidden away in a safe place. How did Prince Parker search the memory? Oh, it hit him right between the eyes. And the way he reacted, I don't think there's any doubt that he was behind that robbery last night. Well, that remains to be seen. Oh, what's the next move? For the moment, just sit tight and wait. If Parker is guilty, we may soon learn who is the confidant. Well, how's that? Nobody thinks that last night's robbery was a failure. He'll want to report that news to whomever he's working with. Anyway, that's what I'm hoping. I told Constable Ross to follow him and see where he goes. Good idea. Oh, it's Constable Ross now. What'd you find out, Alex? A set of setting, Parker, as soon as he left Stuart's place. Went to the office of that mine broker, Cair Sinkley. Cair Sinkley, eh? Know anything about him, Sergeant? I know he's made a lot of money by shady mining deals. Sade is right. What they say has been gilly of everything from claim-jumping to selling solid mines. Yes, he's the solid manager, as any means, to get advance information on a new gold strike. In other words, just the sort of man Parker might have made a deal with. That's right. How soon do you think they'll make another move? Probably not before tonight. Will you be away from your hotel any time after that? Yes, as Holly Stuart invited me over to dinner tonight. Parker will be there, too. Oh, thanks as though you were suspecting nothing. I'll see what happens. That night, a guilt-riding was returning to his hotel. A sinister figure detached itself in the shadows and fell into step behind him. Before guilt could turn around to investigate, a menacing voice wrapped out a sharp warning. Don't turn around, he's a gun pointed right at your back. What's the idea? You'll find out if he's walking straight ahead. And don't try hollering for help unless you want to stop a bullet. I'll tell you where to go. Gail asked no further questions and made no effort to escape. But simply followed the directions which the man behind him issued from time to time. Their destination proved to be a ram-sackled cabin on the northern outskirts of Dawson City. A glow of candlelight was visible through the window. All right, go on inside. Remember what I told you about not turning around. As Gail entered the cabin, he saw a man seated at a table with a bandana tied over the lower half of his face. Well, well, well, you brought him here safe and sound, don't you? Keep him covered. I'll tie a handkerchief on my face. A moment later, when the first gunman had adjusted his bandana, he drew his gun again and said, All right, Gridy, I'll sit on in that chair. Yeah, better circle and make sure he's not packing a gun. All right, good idea. Clean. I'll tell me you've been to tell me what this is all about. I'll tell you right now. We aim to get our hands on that mat showing the location of your gold skirt. Oh, you got it hidden. Sorry, boys, but you're too late. That map was stolen from my hotel room last night. Don't give a shit. That map is a fake. You got the real one hidden somewhere. Who told you that? We're asking that question, driving you to Sanford. Okay, looks like you're holding all the acres. The map taken from my room was a fake. Now, suppose you two are the gents who stole it. Suppose anything you like. What we want to know is where's the real map? If I don't feel like telling you, you'll be making a mistake. Sorry, but I'm not talking. Why, you know what it feels like to get slapped across the face of the barrel of a six-shooter? I'm still not talking. You will sooner or later. Don't worry. All right, tug time up. We'll go to work at it. As tug picked up a coil of rope that was lying on the table, the door suddenly burst open. What? I don't want you to drop your gun. All right, all right, I'm reaching, ain't I? Me too, Monty. Don't shoot. I'm a shooting club. I think you knocked the gun right out of the scene. Yes, and I imagine it hurts. All right, Alex, take the gun. Right, Sergeant. Where in blazes do you two Marley come from? We expected someone to make a move against Dryden tonight, so we kept him under surveillance. When your partner picked him up, we bailed him here to the cabin. Did you hear what was said before you got in the cabin, Sergeant? Yes, we heard it all. We were listening outside the door. Now then, you two, turn around and hold your hands out behind you. 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A few minutes later, when the prisoners had been handcuffed, Constable Ross removed their bandanas. He made suit jaspers around town, Sergeant. That's all right. What's your name, Missing? Poghatton. I'm your partner's name, Swissy. What? Yeah. How did you know? Get up, you fool. You're swithing, huh? You must meet a gent who knocked me up last night. You can't prove that. We won't have to. What you've done tonight will be enough to put you behind bars for several years. Who hired you to get hold of Gil Dryden's matter? Wouldn't you like to know? Who's a matter of fact, I think I do. It's Cass Hinkley. Cass? Hey, maybe we'd better come clean, Swissy. Get up. We've done enough talking already. If you're counting on Hinkley to get you out of this, you'd better think twice. You'll go to prison no matter how many smart lawyers he has for you. We'll take our chances. Suit yourself. All right. They may as well take you through to jail and we'll go play a visit to Cass Hinkley. A short time later, Flint Parker was emerging from a café when he caught sight of the two Maldives and Gil Dryden escorting the prisoners to jail. He ducked back inside hastily, waited until they had passed by. Then he hurried to give the news to Cass Hinkley. All right, I'm sorry. Mark, let me in quick. What's the blazes you used to work up about? Listen, Hinkley, the game's up. What are you talking about? The Monies have arrested Poggin, Swissy. What's that? I just saw Sergeant Preston haul them off to jail. Gil Dryden was with them. Good heaven. Suppose they've squealed on it? I don't know, but we'll soon find out. Poggin, Swissy have talked. The Monies are soon to be coming around or outside. There's no doubt about that. We'd better clear out while we have a chance. Don't be foolish. How far do you think we'd get with that dog of Preston's on our trail? We might be able to make it to the border. We'll wait till they come around to nab us. We'll have no chance at all. We will if we're ready for them. What do you mean? You have a gun. Not on me, why? Wait a minute. There. Take this. I'm carrying one my shoulder holds. What's the idea? We'll wait here for a couple of hours and see what happens. If the Maldives come around, we'll know the digs up. What then? We'll go to enter the door. You step down behind the place. As soon as they walk into the room, you cover them with that gun I just gave you. I'll take over from there. A short time later, the two men heard a knock at the door. Maybe the Monies now. Go on over and get behind the stand. Yeah, all right. That's impressed them. That's right, and this is Gil Dryden. The man who's Matthew and Parker was so anxious to get hold of. Why, I don't know what you're talking about. Never mind bluffing, Hinkley. Come on, Gil. Get your hands up over there, Prince Parker. Yeah. A little surprise, you gentlemen are expecting. Watch that door, Preston. Don't let them make any sudden moves. Very good. Parker, my advice is to put down that gun. Don't make me laugh. In case you two don't know it, Twisty and Pug are behind bars. You always know it. I saw you hauling them off the jail. That's how we happened to plan their trap for you. You walked right in. Oh, McComber, you two were the ones who walked into a trap. What do you mean? There was no need to send Twisty and Pug out to Gil Dryden tonight. That map they stole from his hotel room was the real thing. Real thing? I told Gil to pretend it was a fake just to lure you into making another move. Hey, what'd you do with that map, Hinkley? Don't worry, I didn't destroy it. It's still here in my safe along with your samples. Not that it'll do Preston any good. Thanks for the information. Alex! Prince Parker! Now get him! The constable fired first, drilling Parker in the air. Hinkley was already tripping his gun out of a colster. The sergeant Preston saw the move. The mine broke a reel back under Preston's blow, but he didn't let go of his gun. He thought he could pull the trigger, King was on top of him. He sees the cook's wrist in his powerful jaws, forcing him to drop the gun. Get him away from me, Preston! I'll go him all the way! Oh, King, let him out the way. I hope it'll ever make you something about my arm. It's broken. No pointing, Parker. I'll attend to your arm as soon as possible. You and Hinkley are under arrest in the name of the Crown. How come you had that constable posted outside, Preston? Because I had no definite proof that you were back of the attempt to rob Gildriden? What do you mean? You mean that Swifty and Parker didn't squeal on us? That's right. The only way to prove you were guilty was to let you convict yourself. As it turned out, you and Parker were all set to apply. Well, I'm glad you found out what they did with the map in the ore sample, sergeant. Now I'll be able to get the backing I need for Mr. Sewer. Yes, Gildr. And those same items will provide the final evidence we need to send these cooks to prison and mark this case closed. We'll return in just a moment for the word about our next exciting adventure. There's warring adventure on mutual. Tales that will take your breath away and transport you into lands where danger is your constant companion. First, we take you far up into the barren Yukon territory of yesterday, where icy winds and howling wolves are enough to drive a man wild, and civilized ways are gone and never present lust for gold. Now let's go to another lawless world, the West of early frontier days. Not so cold, but which makes up for the freezing temperatures with trigger-tenth tempers, where the gun is a man's lease on life. This is a country which abounds with cattle rustlers and where miles and miles go by before you see any signs of life. The West, beautiful but wild, a land which cries out to the hand of the law. You'll never lack for adventure on mutual, whether it freezes you of fear in the wild Northwest Territory, or scintils you of the accurate heat of the Western Plains. It's all on mutual every week over most of these stations. Now, on a remote section of the Yukon Trail. Then, we pull that express robbery easy enough. With snow falling like it is, nobody will be able to pick up our trail. Don't forget that shotgun of the moniker we saw in town. It's one with a big door. Oh, you mean Sergeant Preston? But don't worry, if he picks up our trail and comes to the hideout, you'll find a bullet waiting. Not only for him, but for that snooping mother here. Must you hideout! When Sergeant Preston and King do pick up the trail, they'll expect trouble when they find the crook to rob the express office. What they won't know is that when they reach the hideout, they'll be going into a trap that may mean death to both of them. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Wednesday. 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