 Now, as gunshots echo across the wind-swept snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, Quaker-pup wheat and Quaker-pup rice, the breakfast cereal shot from guns to the Yukon. Yukon King swept us in strongest lead toward the northwest, placing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest modern police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. Un-king! Un, you huskies! 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-pup wheat and Quaker-pup rice bringing you the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his Wonder-dog Yukon King as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. Say, what's easier than falling off a log? Here's what's easier. It's fixing yourself up with the swellest tasting breakfast ever. Simply take a big red and blue package of Quaker-pup rice or Quaker-pup wheat. Pour out a crisp, fresh bowl full of delicious rice or wheat shot from guns. See how big, how keen-looking these premium king-sized grains are. That's because they're shot from guns, exploded up to eight times normal size to make them bigger and better tasting. Now pour on some milk and top with fresh canned or stewed fruit. And say, do you know what you've got in practically no time at all? You've got a breakfast treat that can't be beat. That's Quaker-pup rice or Quaker-pup wheat. The sergeant stopped the team at the top of the rise. Oh, King! Oh, there he is! King, working as a loose lead, trotted back to his master's side. Below them, on the edge of the forest, was the lost river trading post. I don't like the looks of the place either, boy. Not a sign of life, not even a dog in sight. But the smoke coming from the Factor's cabin, like Lloyd or his daughter must be there, are going on up front, boy. And Queen! Run, you bastard! The sergeant drove down the long slope and stepped on the break in front of the Factor's cabin. Oh, there he is! But before they had a chance to step off the running board, one of the cabin windows was raised. A girl of 18 leveled the rival at the sergeant. Up with your hand! If you insist, you hank Lloyd's daughter? It doesn't matter who I am. Just turn your team around and get out of here fast. Aren't you interested in who I am? No. You had no business here. That's where you're wrong. I'm Sergeant Preston, Northwest Mounted Police. What do you want? I want to talk with your father. What about? Business. The manager of the Yukon trading company in Dawson asked me to stop here. Well, you can't talk with him about anything. He isn't well. He's here, though? Yes. He's inside in this. He's had a heart attack and he can't be disturbed. In that case, I won't insist. May I lower my hand? Not so. Thank you. I imagine that you can answer all my questions, Miss Lloyd. Would you? If they were about Bill Corey? Bill? I think you'd better let me come in, Miss Lloyd. Father? Yes? All right, then. I'll unborrow the door. One thing. Take a seat by the stove. Thank you. It's under the line. Your father used to have some Indians around here. They've gone. You're running the post alone? Yes. Please get to the point. Well, this is a branch of the Yukon trading company. Of course. You sent your sleds down to the main warehouse in Dawson twice this month if he supplies. That's right. In each case, a man named Metcud Joe came with them, an Indian. And in each case, he had a letter from your father. There's nothing unusual about that. Joe's been picking up supplies for years. I know. But what your Dawson office couldn't understand is the reason for your sending empty sleds down there. Why didn't you send the thoughts you'd bought? The weather's been bad. We were afraid they might be damaged. I see. Well, Joe didn't even have that much of an explanation. And there were a lot of questions about the post he either couldn't or wouldn't answer. That's why the assistant manager, why Bill Corey, decided to come back here with him. Bill started out for Lost River with Joe? Did Joe arrive here without him? Joe never came back at all. Who, Bill? Please. What? Why did he happen? Miss Lloyd, I appreciate your feelings. I've been told that Joe and Bill plan to be married in the spring and this must be a great shock. I'll try to control yourself. Yes, sir. I will. You understand that if Joe and Bill had been lost on the trail, I'd do my best to find them. But there's one thing you must tell me first. What? Why haven't you reported this? I didn't know about Bill. But the Indian and your supplies... We thought he'd stolen them. I'll leave him so. Why didn't you report that? We set out searching parties. We're still sending them out. That's where Jack and the others are right now, looking for Joe. Jack and the others? I didn't tell you the truth, Sergeant. I'm not running the post. Who is? Jack Traynard. He's a friend of my father's and he took over when Dad became ill. He got rid of the Indians and he hired some white men to help him and... I don't know anything about the post, Sergeant. I'm too worried about my father. And how? Bill. Well, I won't bother you anymore, Miss Lloyd. But you're going to have to stay here until the time it gets back. Please don't. I must. Go and look for Bill. First thing in the morning. Is there a cabin around here where I may sleep? The one next to the storehouse. Does Traynard live there? No, he lives in the bunkhouse with the men. Bunkhouse would do for me. There isn't room. Well, it's large enough for a dozen men. And there are a dozen here. Some trappers as well as the men who work here. I see. All right, Miss Lloyd. I'll sleep in the cabin next to the storehouse. If I have any more questions, I'll go to Traynard with them. Please do. Let's go, King. The Sergeant fed his team and prepared to spend the night in the cabin next to the storehouse. It was just at dusk that six sleds drove into the camp. There were two men to a sled. And the Sergeant realized that the man who drove the first must be Jack Traynard. He was big, swarthy, heavily bearded. He left the other men to take care of the dogs and went straight to the factory's cabin. The Sergeant could see him talking with the factory's daughter at the door. Looks like a tough customer came. He's out of the others. The girl said they were trappers. They look more like outlaws. Oh, then he's coming over here. A moment later, there's a knock at the door of the cabin. Come in. That's right. I'm Jack Traynard. I can manage through the coat. The Sergeant said you wanted to have a talk with me. Yes. About Medka Joe and Bill Corrie. Sad news that Corrie was with Joe. I'm afraid that Theven Indians murdered him. I told him not. If it had to, he would have got away with the lies with me. I suppose so. Leonard, you were in charge here when Joe was sent down to Dawson? That's right. Miss Lloyd said you'd fired all the other Indians. That was just recently. After Joe proved they couldn't be trusted. I see. And you brought your friends in to help you run the post. I brought them in to help find Joe. Why didn't you send someone to our headquarters in Dawson and report what happened? Because I'm sure that Joe is somewhere around here hiding out. What's more, I'm sure those Indians up the river know where he is. We just come back from the village. And you didn't find anything? No, sir. We even threatened to shoot the chief if he wouldn't talk. He didn't. And of course we didn't go through with the shooting. That would have only made matters worse. You going after Joe? Of course. You want a description of him? He's big for an Indian, nearly six feet tall. There's a scar on his forehead over the right eye. He was wearing a black and white parka when he left here. No telling what he's wearing now may be Corey's parka. It seems strange that the man who's been honest and trustworthy for so long should suddenly turn into a killer. That's the Indian of it. We should never trust him. Don't forget that the supplies he stole would make Joe a rich man. Yes. Well, I'll be starting out in the morning, trainer. You've given me all the information I need. I'm willing to help you know all of it. Thanks. I may call on you after I've picked up the trail. Good night, trainer. Good night. The trainer left the sergeant's cabin. His jaw set. His eyes narrowed and menacing. His men were waiting for him in the bunkhouse. What are we going to do now, Jack? Listen, Preston is looking for Metro Joe. Yeah, but if he ever finds Joe, if he finds Joe before we do, Jack, don't you see? He hasn't got a chance. I don't know. Nobody can follow a trail like those Mounties. Let's target his... Shut up. We've all been targeted over. We don't want any part of the Northwest Monarchy. That's right, sir. I told you to shut up, all of you, and listen. Preston will be leaving here in the morning. I've given him Joe's description. There's nothing to keep him here. He'll start early, but he won't get far. Why not? Because he'll be followed. But murder Jack a Mountie. Well, what other way is there? He's got to disappear someplace where he'll never be found. We're not going to stay here much longer. But I'm sure that he's out of the way. We load up our sleds and go. Now, come on, break out one of those bottles and let's have a drink. The sergeant turned in. King lay down by the door of the cabin, and although he closed his eyes, his brain remained alert. This was a strange camp, and the great dog sensed there was danger in the air. He didn't like the big man who had talked with his master. He didn't like the raucous voices that came from the bunkhouse. And even after the post became silent, King refused to sleep. Hours passed. King raised his head and whimpered. There was a man outside, close to the cabin. Perhaps his master should be warned. He rose to his feet and trotted to the side of the bunk where the sergeant lay asleep. He lifted the paw and touched the Mountie's shoulder. The sergeant stirred. What's the matter, King? King went to the door and scratched on it. Do you want to go out? What's going on? All right, just wait till I get under my boots. I'll take a look. The sergeant walked to the window. There seemed to be no one outside. He looked down at King. Are you sure? I can't see anyone. Wait, there was a man standing in the shadow of the storehouse next to the cabin. He clipped silently along the side of the building until he reached the door. Then he reached into his pocket, and a second later he was unlocking the door. We'll see who it is, boy. Come on. The sergeant picked up his pocket and slipped into it on his way to the door. King stayed close to his side. They approached the open door of the storehouse carefully. The sergeant's gun was ready. All right, come out of there with your hands up. Come out or I'll start shooting. Me, come. Hurry up. Me. Let me not tell you where him at. What, sir? You... You not work for a trainer. Let me say you'll be foreign darsen. You... Sergeant Preston. Who are you? Me... Me, Metca Joe. We'll continue our story in just a moment. Quaker-puffed wheat and Quaker-puffed rice offer these three important things you're after in a ready-to-serve breakfast cereal. One, flavor. Swell, nut-like flavor. Two, Christmas. Tender, melt-in-your-mouth Christmas. Three, nourishment. Restore natural-grade amounts of vitamin B1, niacin, and dion. What's more, Quaker-puffed wheat and Quaker-puffed rice are the famous cereal shot from gun. Yes, huge guns are loaded with only the premium wheat or rice grains. Then these choice kingpin kernels are actually exploded up to eight times normal size to make them bigger and better tasting. 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Why didn't you ever get back here? Me not good at talking. Me take you, Mr. Bill. You're sure this isn't a trick? No, no trick. Me not have gun. All right. I'll get my team on it. No. Dolls make much noise. It better, trainer, not know you go. How far is it? You'll be there two hours. Just remember you'll be covered every minute. Ah. One, King. Quiet, one. The Sergeant King at Metgodot headed through the camp and into the forest. There was no trail. The huge furs grew close together. The tangled underbrush slowed up their progress. But the Indian never hesitated. And two hours later he pointed to a clearing just ahead, where the moon shone down on a small cabin. There, cabin we go. Good. Soon you see Mr. Bill, him tell you about trainer. Anything wrong with Bill? Uh, him hurt bad. Joe think him die. Now him walk a little. Who hurt him? Him tell you. Mr. Bill, Joe bring Sergeant Preston. Sergeant Preston, welcome. How are you, Bill? OK, now. Joe hasn't told me much of anything. I want to know what happened to you. And I want to know about Dora and Hank. Are they all right? Hank isn't well. There's nothing wrong with Dora. Now come on, let's have it. I'm tired of all this mystery. Well, it's all trainer. Joe didn't say anything about Hank being sick or a trainer of having charges of post until he and I were outside of Dawson. Why not, Joe? Miss Dora say he not talk in Dawson. That's all you'll get out of him. But naturally when I heard about Hank I was really worried and we pushed on fast. We made good time. Let's see, it was only our fourth camp and we were 20 miles from Lost River. That night trainer and a couple of his men met us. When he heard I was from the main office he didn't seem to bother him. Not at first. But after we'd eaten he and I were talking in his tent. The thing we came out to meet Joe, Corrine. It'll save you time. How do you mean? You don't have to go any further. I can tell you everything you want to know about the post right here. Well, why does Lost River need so many supplies this winter? Well, business is good. We need him to pay the Indians for their furs. Then why haven't you sent me Pelsian? Take a chance on the trails in this weather? Oh, nothing doing. You'll get a good shipment in spring, though. More furs than Lost River ever sent before. Well, that's fine. Yes, sir. Now, any more questions? No. I'll have a couple of the boys travel back to Dawson with him. Oh, that isn't necessary. There's no reason why you should break trail all by yourself. Get this straight, trainer. I won't be ready to make my report to the company until I've talked with Hank Lloyd. You're in the post. Hank's still the factor as far as we're concerned. You're not one of the Lost River quarry. Are you going to try to stop me from getting there? I'm going to do more than try. No! That's all there was to it, Sergeant. He took out a gun and shot me. What happened afterward, Joe? Uh, him tell me get rid of Mr. Bill. Hide him in forest. He put him on empty sled driveway. But Mr. Bill not dead. Stop, fix wound. Bring here. It's been nearly a month. What about the supplies? Trainer, take him. Me, see him in storehouse tonight. I wonder how much Dora knows about this. Nothing, probably. You don't suppose trainer would tell her? Not about you. I still can't figure out what's going on at that post. The trainer's up to something, that's sure. And I have an idea. Dora knows what it is. You're not accusing her of being dishonest. No. Still, she must have known that the supplies arrived from Dawson, even if Joe didn't come with them. She accused Joe of being a thief. No. Miss Nora not think that. She may not think it, but she said it. Before I arrest trainer, I'm going to have another talk with her. Dora couldn't do anything wrong. Sometimes it's hard to tell what's right or wrong. Sometimes without all the facts, it's impossible. Can I go back to the post with you, Sergeant? No, you're not up to it, Bill. Yeah. Enough food in a snap sack to last you and Joe for a couple of days. I'll be back before then. Yeah, there are plenty men at post. You try arrest trainer and then kill you. Don't worry, Joe. I'll find some way to do it. I'll be king. Right. And it will help if we get back to the post before morning. So long, Bill. Take care of yourself. You're the one who better do that, Sergeant. Trainers are killers. The Sergeant and King followed their back trail to the post. And they finally emerged from the forest at exactly the same spot where they had entered it. The post seemed to be sleeping still. But there was a light in the Factor's cabin. And the Sergeant had started to hold it when King suddenly stopped and growled a warning. The door of the cabin opened and the girl stood in the doorway. She was carrying a sled harness and a shotgun. She looked toward the bunkhouse and then started to run toward the cabin where the Sergeant had slept that night. The girl stopped for a moment in front of the cabin and ran around in back where the Sergeant had left his sled and team. She had roused the dogs and was trying to line them up when the Sergeant and King turned the corner of the cabin. Can I help you, Miss Lloyd? Sergeant, you've come back. Yes. Where have you been? I found that cajole. And Bill? Yes, you'll be glad to know he's alive. He won't be for long unless you hurry. Harnish your team and I'll tell you the whole story. The truth. Dad and I have decided it's the only way. I have my own harness here on the sled. Go on. Can't you keep the dogs quiet? We can quiet, King. Now go on. What is the truth you want to tell me? It's Dad's ill, Sergeant. That's true, but that isn't the real reason he turned the post over to Trainor. Trainor came here about three months ago and he recognized Dad. You see, our name isn't Lloyd, Sergeant. It's Lauren. Ten years ago, Dad was mixed up in a shooting scrape down in Vancouver. He ran away and came up here. Well, Trainor threatened to turn him over to the police if he didn't follow his orders. I'm the one who made Dad agree to it. I didn't want him to go to jail. What's Trainor planning to do? Trainor's all winter with the company goods. In the spring, he plans to smuggle them across the border and sell them. He'll make a fortune. You believe me, don't you? Why not? But you must believe this, too. Less than an hour ago, there was a knock at the door of our cabin. When I opened it, there was an Indian standing there. A worthless renegade they call Mike Calliphan. How? Where me find him, Trainor? What do you want with him? Him payin' two guns, two blankets. Tell him where Metka Joe hide. Do you know where Metka Joe is? Is there a white man with him? That's right. Listen, I'll give you the two guns and the two blankets if you don't tell, Trainor. What do you mean? There's a mounted policeman named Preston who's staying over in the cabin next to the storehouse. I want you to come with me and tell him instead. Mike, do that. Oh, no, you won't, Mike. Jack! Trying to put something over, huh, Dora? No! So after all the sergeants here... That's where you're wrong, his cabin's empty. Did you say there was a white man with Joe, Mike? Big man, yellow hair? That's right. Yeah, your sweetheart's tough, Dora. I figured he was still alive when Joe didn't come back here. Admit it. You tried to kill him. You met him out on the trail. I admit everything. This time, I'll make sure the job is finished. You can't. The sergeant. You'll be arrested for murdering. We'll take care of the sergeant, too, if and when he shows up again. Where do we go, Mike? You take dog team. Yeah. Best way across Lost River, one mile west. Follow old trails through forests to spring. And Mike, show you. Good. We'll hide us up. Keep your mouth shut, Dora. You know what'll happen to your father. How long ago did he live? About half an hour. Does the trainer and Mike...? No. Trigger went with them. I didn't know what to do. But when the other men in the bunkhouse went back to sleep, I decided to try and follow. If I couldn't warn Bill in time, I thought I might be able to help him or... Oh, I don't know. But I had to do something, and I was going to take your team. You broke away after the move, you sergeant. And I know a shorter route. Is he a little bit quiet, remember? Probably rougher going than the way trainer is taking. We've already broken a trail. King will get me there in time. I'm going to harness him, too. He knows what this means. Speed, King. I'm going to reach the cabin before trainer does. There you are. The sergeant stepped on the running board. A quiet command. On King! Silently, swiftly. King led the team through the post and on into the force. To the west and far side of Lost River, trainer, Mike and Trigger followed the hard-packed trail as far as the spread... Oh, oh! Oh, there! Oh! It's not far now. Better you leave team here. Okay. There's no shoes on the sled, Trigger. Right. Some for you, too, Mike. That's good. How long do we take us from here? We get there before they come. Yeah, let's make sure of it. Hurry! Mike knew the force well, and the three men made good time. The moon was still shining when the clearing was reached. The cabin was dark. Sure this is a place, Mike? We'll catch them both asleep. Yeah. No mistakes now. Silently, they crossed the clearing. The two white men with their guns ready in front, the Indian behind. A few yards from the cabin, they stopped to take off their snowshoes. Then they walked on straight to the door. I'm near toes now. There's nobody here. Those cots are empty. They've gone, Mike. No. We see them today. Suddenly, from the shadows at the far end of the cabin, they heard a voice. Hey, what's the name of the queen? Hey, Tamari! Both Trigger and Trigger fired in the direction of the voice. But the sergeant had leaped aside as soon as he had spoken. Now he answered their fire from the other corner of the cabin. Trigger was hit and dropped to the floor. Trigger and Mike started to run for the cover of the forest. Bill, cut them. That's a U-ting. Cut them. At his master's command, the great dog leaped forward. The Indian was closest to him, but King's quick brain told him that he was not dangerous. It was the other man who carried the gun. It was he who had fired against his master. It was he who must be stopped. King raced past the Indian, but now trainer had reached the trees and he turned the fire. In that moment, King launched himself against him. Man and dog went down on them. But the bullet increased King's chest. But the searing pain meant nothing to him. He felt this man helpless until he heard his master's command. I got him, David. Up on your feet, David. You can't arrest me, me. Maybe these handcuffs will convince you to turn along again. It was just as it sunrise that the sergeant walked to the bunkhouse at the post as to where trainer's men were sleeping. He was all alone, but his guns were ready and his voice rang with the authority. All of those buns. Don't listen to me. Trainers wearing handcuffs, figures badly wounded. They're both under arrest and the charge is attempted murder. Take quiet. You're all under arrest. But the charge against the rest of you isn't serious unless you resist. I'd advise against that. You've been helping trainer and his scheme to rob the Yukon trading company. Get into your clothes. You're hitting the trail for dust. In half an hour, seven sleds with their dog team's harness were lined up in front of the factory's cabin. Trainer wearing handcuffs was lying on one of them. His men paid no attention to him, but jumped at every command from the sergeant. King with a bandage around his chest was lying on the sergeant's sled, watching his master, Dora and Bill Corey. You think you can handle this crowd sergeant? Oh, I don't think they'll make any trouble, Bill. I have Joe with me to help guard them. What about my father's sergeant? I'm releasing him into your custody. But we have a complete file on all the men who are wanted for murder, and he isn't. Sergeant, he may be wanted for some other charge. Well, that'll have to be checked. I've talked with your father. His experience with trainers told him a lesson. He wants to clear his name. But it wasn't his fault. He shot in self-defense. Isn't it better to prove that? To face the charge and live in constant fear of being found out? Yes, Sergeant. And I've learned my lesson, too. But don't worry too much, Dora. I don't believe your father will go to jail. In fact, King, I believe the case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Monday's program. Say, you fellas and girls get set for a big surprise. Yes, Suri, you're going to hear some terrific news. Right here on this program, next Monday. We're going to tell you about an offer that's out of this world. Now, get this. You don't have to send in a single thing to take advantage of this amazing offer. Now, that's all I can tell you about it now, except to say, don't miss out. Be listening to Challenge of the Yukon next Monday. That's this coming Monday. These radio dramas, a feature of the Challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trenble, directed by Fred Flower Day, and supervised by Charles D. Livingston. 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 Pop Week and Quaker Pop Right, the breakfast cereal shot from guns. Listen Monday when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the Challenge of the Yukon in the adventure of Strike at Pelican Creek. Wayne Lester served a term in prison for a crime he didn't commit. 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