 Now as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice, the breakfast cereal shot from guns, present the challenge of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swiftest and strongest lead dog of the northwest, blazing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Mountain Police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. King, on your huskies! Gold, gold-scovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the Klondike in the wild race for riches, back to the days of the gold rush, with Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice bringing you the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog Yukon King as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. Say, if at breakfast time you're as hungry as a lion, well, sir, just you dive into a heaping bowl full of delicious Quaker Puffed Rice or Quaker Puffed Wheat. Man, oh man, there's a treat that'll tame the old appetite. In fact, it's the cat's meow. Yes, these ready-to-serve giant grains are shot from guns, our nourishing, crisp tender loaded with nut-like flavor. So tomorrow, enjoy this breakfast treat, Quaker Puffed Rice or Quaker Puffed Wheat. It was hard work paddling against the current, and when the sergeant rounded the bend and saw the landing directly ahead on the left bank, he welcomed the sight. As her will put up the nighting, we won't even have to make camp. But for some reason, the great dog was uneasy. He stood in the bow of the canoe, his nose lifted into the breeze, his ears alert for any sound. What's the matter, boy? The sergeant could see nothing wrong. The landing was like many others along the Yukon, a dock, the woodchoppers' cabin, and the large pile of logs the river steamers used for fuel. As the sergeant drove the canoe into the bank, the door of the cabin opened and an old man stepped out. He waved his hand in greeting. It doesn't like you to be so unfriendly, King. The sergeant beached the canoe and then pulled it up on the bank. Well, howdy, Sergeant. You don't know me, but I've seen you and King around all the time. Name's Jug Binson. Hello, Jug. Can you put us up for the night? Sure thing. Glad to have the company. How long have you been here? About a month. This used to be Harvey Collins, please. Of course, Harvey Collins. He had a son called Glenn. What's happened to them? Well, they've gone back to states. Harvey made me a present of his cabin. You selling much wood? Enough. It's getting near the end of the season, though. I don't think I'll get rid of all of Cup before the freeze up. Well, go on inside, Sergeant. All right. The supper's on the stove. We'll be ready in a few minutes. Don't you want to come in, King? I guess he doesn't. I can't exactly blame him, Jug. See, he's been in the canoe for the last three hours. Like to stretch your legs for him? Look at that, pulling at your coat here. He wants you to come with him. Well, I could use the action, sir. You mind if we take a little walk? Go right ahead. But try to get back in about 15 minutes. All right, we will. Come on, King. The Sergeant was sure King wanted to show him something. And that the something was in the forest that rimmed the landing. But he laid a restraining hand on King's harness and started walking upstream along the bank of the river. It was not until the cabin was out of sight that he let King go. Now, fellow. Where is it you want to take him? Go on, I'll follow you. King plunged into the woods. He led the Sergeant to a point almost directly in back of the cabin. And then he started nosing in the underbrush at the side of an overgrown trail. Well, as if someone fell into this bush, branches are broken. Wait a minute, King. What's that on the leaves, on spots there? I don't like the St. Louis. I wonder if this could be blood. Go on, King. Which way to go? Find him. King started forward at the Sergeant's command. He followed the old trail, and every now and then he'd stop and sniff at the leaves of the bushes beside it. Always when the Sergeant looked closely at them, he found the same sort of stains he had seen before. A wounded man. This is an animal, King. Go on, show me, boy. The trail cut deep into the forest. Suddenly, King broke away from it and headed straight into the tangled undergrowth. Yes, King, I can see. Of course, they're way through here. And there are footprints. Not one man, but two. Go on. It was getting dark now, and King moved warily. At last, he came to the edge of a deep, tangled hollow. And down below, the Sergeant could see a light through the trees. The faint glimmer of a campfire. Steady, King. The man and dog moved forward without making a sound. It took them 15 minutes to reach the bottom of the hollow. And there they found themselves on the edge of a small clearing. By the light of the fire, they could see a man lying on the ground. A younger man was kneeling beside him, watching the forest closely. As he turned his full face to the Sergeant, the mountain rose. Who's there? Put up your hands while I shoot. You can't even see me, Glenn. Why should you want to shoot an old friend? Who is it? Sergeant Preston. It's all right out there. They won't get it. I'll save my questions until I take a look at your father. Has he badly hurt? He stopped the bullet. Just below the shoulder. I see. We had to keep moving, and he lost a lot of blood. He's weak. I have an aid kit in my pocket. We can dress it a little better. Oh, dirty crooks. Don't try to talk, Harvey. You're going to be all right. This is only a flesh wound. Now, the santa septic will sting, but it'll be over in a second. Oh, sorry. Don't mind me. Better now, isn't it? Yes. You're sort of good. Warm. Go on, Glenn. You can start talking now. Where'd you come from? Have you been at the landing? Yes. Who weren't they there? They. I was only an old man. I said his name was Jug Benson. I don't understand. He said he was a friend of yours. Well, he is. He was staying with us. They took him prisoner at the same time they got us. Who are they? Let's have it all from the beginning. Well, the three of us were in the cabin last night. Jug and Dad and myself. You're not signed. Well, it sounds as if we have some visitors. I sure hope they're all right. Probably just some prospectors. There's no telling these days. There's an awful lot of rough customers around. Go on, Glenn. Open the door. All right, Dad. Howdy. Your name, Collins? Yeah. That's the right place. Come on. Now, wait a minute. What do you think you're doing? We're coming in. What does it look like? I'm sorry, man. Can't put you up for the night. It's too bad, mister. But if anybody's going to sleep outside tonight, it's gonna be you. You're making a mistake. Am I? This gun says I'm not. Grab them boys and tie them up. What about the old man? Please don't hurt me. I won't make any trouble. How about cooking us some supper? I'll be glad to. I'll do anything you say. I'll hop to it. Yes, sir. Right away. What do we do with those two? Throw them over in the corner. You heard them, boys, in the corner. Come on. You're sure this is the right place? I told you, didn't I? There's a lot about this job I don't understand and I want to get straight on it. You won't even tell me who is the... Never mind that. All you need to know is this. The steamer will stop here the day after tomorrow. There's carrying plenty of gold. We board it, get rid of the crew and sail it all the way down the Yukon to St. Michael. We split up the gold and take an ocean steamer for the states. How can you be sure this river boat will stop here? It's all arranged. The captain's sick and the meat's in charge. He's in with us. Are you satisfied? Yeah, I guess so. The day after tomorrow, you say? So, you see, from their talk, we got a pretty good idea of what they were up to. How'd you manage to get away from them? Well, after the eight, they put Dad and me out in the shed. I worked in my ropes all night. Just about day break, I managed to get free. I untied Dad. We made a rock on the shed. We made a break for it. They saw us. Dad was hit. How is it now, Harley? Better. I'm okay. You managed to give them the slip. Yes. They're still looking for us, O. Sergeant, if you were able to follow our trail... I wasn't. It was King who did that. Did Jug tell you what happened to us? No. Oh, no, of course not. He couldn't have it. But if he was all alone there at the landing, why didn't he? He wasn't alone. What's that, Harley? He told me you and Glenn had gone back to the states and you've given him the cabin. See? See what? Did you go in the cabin? No. He wasn't alone in there. They made him go out and meet you. Maybe they didn't want to shoot you. Just take your prisoner like they did us. Just as soon as you stepped inside the door. Could have been, my boy. King certainly didn't want to go inside, but I thought it was only because he wanted to show me something in the woods. Funny did. Your trail. Good boy, King. What are you going to do, Sergeant? What's the landing? That's what Dad and I were going to do when we made our break. Head-up's been toward Dawson. When we were seen and he was hit, there was nothing to do but try to get away and hide. What's the name of the steamer? I don't know. It must be Piter the North. Only six in the crew, they said. That's right. And ten men in the gang. Yes, the skipper must be warned what his mate's up to. Then there's Jug at the landing and your father here. I'm okay. You will be if you're going to rest for a while. It's dark now. We're safe here, aren't we? My tunic's heavy. Maybe this will do instead of the fire. How about it, Harvey? Fine, Sergeant. It feels good. Then we'll put out the fire. I'll do it. That's the idea. I'd like to get my canoe if I can do that without the exit. What is it, boy? The men were silent, watching the dog. He sniffed the breeze and growled deep in his throat. Where are you? Then, in the distance, they heard a shout. Come on! This way! They're an answering call. Closer. Much closer to the hollow. Sounds to me as if he's found a trail. What'll we do? Stay here. But, Sergeant, there's too many to fight. You have a gun, but we don't. You and Harvey, stay here. We're going to work our way up the top of the hollow and we'll let them, Harris, try to lead them away from it. There aren't any embers showing, are there? No. Just stay here and don't make a sound. Come on, King. When the Sergeant and King reached the top of the wooded slope, they waited until Spike and his men crashing through the underbrush were less than a hundred feet away. Not being very careful, are they, King? Of course, they know Harvey and Glen are unarmed. Now, this is no time for a showdown. Come on. There they go! Let them have it! We'll continue our story in just a moment. 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At last, long after midnight, he increased his speed and made a wide circle toward the Yukon. By the time he reached the banks of the river he had lost Spike and the others. Then he and King headed upstream back toward the landing. There was a faint tinge of gray in the sky when they saw it. The sergeant's canoe was still drawn up on the bank. There was a light showing in the cabin window. Easy now, King. We don't know who's inside there. The sergeant and king moved silently from the shadow of the woodpile to the cabin. Then... No one but the old man. Come on, boy. Who's there? Sergeant, thank goodness. Tell me, did you find Happy and Glen? Yes, I did. Are they with you? No, but they're safe. Did they tell you about Spike and what he's planning to do? Yes, why didn't you do that? How could I? They were inside the cabin. They were holding a gun on me. Who was holding a gun on you? The one they called FD in another one. I don't know his name. Where are they now? I don't know. Around here somewhere, I guess. I was asleep and when I woke up, they were gone. Then why didn't you try to get away? Sergeant, I'm an old man. I was afraid to try it. They said they wouldn't kill me if I took their orders. What if I'd run into them? Well, I'm heading upstream to warn the boat. Want to come with me? Of course. Let's go then. Wait a minute. You haven't had anything to eat. There's some stew on the stove. Wouldn't you like a plate of it and a cup of coffee? Yes, indeed. I'll have it ready for you in a minute. Little King must be hungry, too. We don't want to waste much time, though. You've got to eat. Don't worry about what you've been doing. You both look all chugged out to me. If you're going to paddle that canoe up against the current, there you are, Sergeant. Thanks. Here's some for King. How about keeping watch at the window? As soon as I get your coffee, you want some condensed milk in it? Oh, black will do, then. You'll feel a lot better after you drink it. Thanks. Tell me. You're going to stop the steamer, huh? The mate belongs to gang, you know. He might cause trouble. They say the captain's sick. Now, what'll happen if you... One hour, look, Jug. This is why. Sergeant discussed his plans with the old man as he ate the stew and drank the coffee. When he had finished, he rose from the table and walked to the window. Seems to be all clear. I'll just check my gun in case. All set, Jug? Yes, you did. The old man took his place in the bow of the canoe. The sergeant shoved off and stepped into the stern. King had taken his place in midships. The sergeant held the craft close to the shore and out of the main current. With Jug paddling in the bow, they made fair time. But suddenly King was watching his master's face and began to whimper. Something was wrong. The sergeant stopped paddling You've got a headache, sergeant? No, it's my eyes. I can't see. Want to go in the shore? Why don't think so. I'll be all right at home. Sergeant, who had been paddling from a kneeling position, fell forward on his face. Sure, you'll be all right. All you have to do is sleep for about eight hours and you'll be fine. Jug maneuvered the canoe in the shore and then pulled the bow up on the bank. Step aside, King. You want me to get your master's shore, don't you? Don't you? King refused to move him in front of the sergeant or to let the man come close to him. Come on, boy. The man's voice was soft. There was no menace in the sound, but still King didn't trust him. There was something in the man's eyes he didn't like. I'd like to get his gun. I'm not going to lose an arm train. After all, he won't wake up in time to use it. All right, King, have it your own way. You and the sergeant can stay right here. This is the last time you'll be seeing me. Jug hurried along the bank of the river back to the landing. There was no one around and the sun was well up as he opened the door of the cabin. The old man muttered to himself. The fools aren't they here? The pride will be coming round to bend another hour. Then he heard spike in his men. They straggled into the clearing, dead tired. Well, a fine lot you are. Nothing. They got away from us, chub. They can't spoil our plans, any. So they got away from you. All right, don't make any difference. I'd get a fine hunt. You've been chasing Sergeant Preston. Sergeant Preston? You mean there's been a money around here? That's right. Where is he now? He finds out we're sunk. He knows all about what we plan to do. Then you can count me out of this deal. I don't want to tangle with him. Well, thanks to me, you don't have to. I thought there wasn't going to be any shooting. You haven't killed the mountain. Now I gave him a cup of coffee. A cup of coffee? With enough knockout drops in it to make him sleep for half a day. He didn't guess I was a brains behind this job. He thought I was Colin's friend. And I was your prisoner. But you were all alone here. A poor old man afraid to move. After he drank the coffee, fixed up for him. We started south in his canoe to warn the steamer. He passed out about a half a mile from here. And if you want to see him, you can. Lying in his canoe, dead to the world. Did you tie him up? His dog wouldn't let me get close to him. It doesn't matter. Now let's get things straight. After steamer docks, Judges will send the crew ashore for the logs. I'll be the only one they can see. The rest of you be hiding behind the cabin. I'll whistle once. And you come a-running. We take care of the crew first. Then the captain, any passengers, or maybe... None of them will be armed. All we have to do is knock them out in time. Put them all in the cabin. Then we leave. Next stop, St. Michael's, the ship for the steamers. Don't let anybody get away, though. Use your guns if you have to. All right. How much gold is there on board? Plenty for all of us, according to Judson. There she is. That must be the pride. A long way from here. We have plenty of time to get ready. Between the landing and the steamer, the sergeant still lay in the bottom of the canoe unconscious. But Jug had made one mistake. He had put too much of the drug in the coffee. And he had not allowed for King. Somehow the great dog sensed that his master was not sleeping. Somehow he knew that he should be roused. Every few minutes he would take the sergeant's shirt sleeve and his teeth and shake him. The sergeant would groan, but he wouldn't waken. And then a memory stirred King. He had seen the sergeant throw water on an unconscious man. The dog jumped into the water. Then climbed back into the canoe. He shook himself violently and the ice-cold water from his coat stung the sergeant's face. Suddenly pain wracked the sergeant. He raised himself still groggy from the bottom of the canoe and leaned over the side. The sergeant was deftly sick. A moment later, he raised his hand. Steamer King? What happened to me? It was Jug. I must have been drugged coffee he gave me. Oh, King, I should have guessed the reason he didn't run away from the cabin was because he was a member of the gang. Well, he tried to get me out of the way a little too hard. We're going to board that steamer, King. A few minutes later on the bridge of the steamer. What's the matter, Mr. Judson? You should be in your cabin, sir. I'm still in command of the pride. I make my own rules and I want to know what the matter is. A collie, sir. I signal for it to get out of the way. You signal too late. You're going to hit him. Harder port. Look out! The canoe's wreck. A man and a dog there, they go into the water. Revers your engines. He can swim a shore, sir. There's no need to pick him up. It's my order, Mr. Judson. We're going to pick him up if only for me to give him a peace of mind. Stand by to haul that man and his dog aboard. The sergeant and King were alongside and the captain stood ready to greet them. But the expression of anger faded from his face when he recognized him. Thank you. Yes, Captain. Why did you steer your canoe into our path? I signaled for you to stop and you didn't pay any attention. But why? Why should you want us to stop? That's a matter you and I should talk over in private, if you please. All right, sergeant. This way. Take over, Mr. Judson. 20 minutes later, a jug stood on the dock and watched the pride make a wide circle and nose into the landing with its bow headed upstream. He smiled as he waved to Judson on the small bridge. Oh, there! It's plenty here. From your line, I'll make it fast. The sergeant and the captain watched the steamer being tied up from the porthole of the captain's cabin. When the gang plank was lowered, the crew went ashore and headed for the woodpile. They hurried until the pile of logs was between them and the cabin. You believe the gang isn't in the cabin? Or the woods. Either way, the woodpile will give the crew protection. At that moment, Jug whistled and his men came racing from the cover of the woods. Their guns drawn. The crew drew pistols from inside their shirts and ducked down behind the woodpile. Now's the time to show myself. All of you, throw down your guns and stand where you are. You're under arrest in the name of the Queen. And the crew's got guns. There's nothing we can do but give up, Jug. That's right. I'll show you, Christian. Anyone else want to shoot it out? You're all out in the open. You'll make fine targets. That's better. Come on, King. Judson, you dirty double-crosser! Why didn't you warn me? What chance did I have? I've been covered every minute. Go on, men. Gather up their guns. Come on, you guys. Instead of the crew being taken prisoners, it was Jug and his men who were tied up that morning. The sergeant led the way to the hollow where Collins and his son were still hiding and the wounded man was brought back to the landing. Then, out of gratitude for his narrow escape, the captain offered to take the sergeant and his prisoners back to Dawson. This will make you lose over 24 hours, Captain. Well, that's a small price to pay. I still have my ship and the gold I contracted to bring to St. Michael. There's something I still don't understand. What's that? You said I double-crossed myself. That's true enough. You see, you were a little too generous with your knockout drops. Instead of knocking me out, they just made me sick. And with King's help, I didn't have time to stop the boat. But, Sergeant, you might have lost your life. I had to make up for my mistake in trusting Jug. But it's all settled now, Captain. These men will go to jail for attempted robbery and murder. Your ship and your gold are safe, and that means the case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Monday's adventure. Here's how Mother can make your family a breakfast-happy family this coming weekend. 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