 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 mounted police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. And King, on your skis! 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 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. Here's a taste treat you want to repeat. It's Quaker puffed rice and Quaker puffed wheat. These famous ready-to-serve breakfast cereals are actually shot from guns to make them bigger and better tasting. They have a comeback for more nut-like flavor, a come-again tender crispness, and they're good for you. Yes, a delicious nourishing treat and so easy to serve. Make sure the big red and blue packages of Quaker puffed wheat and Quaker puffed rice are on your breakfast table every morning. Nearly an hour, Joe Hubble had been running painfully through the darkness. His breath was coming in agonized gasp and one hand was pressed tightly to his shoulder. Sometimes he stumbled and nearly fell headlong in the snow, but always he managed to pick himself up and press doggedly forward. Now his goal was in sight, a small cabin standing on the banks of a frozen creek. A few moments later, he was pounding on the door. Let me in, Aunt Liz. You've been shot. Yeah, I stopped the bullet in the shoulder. All the insects sit down before you collapse. I'll hitch up the team right away and go into town for a doctor. No, you won't. Why not? I'm in trouble with the law. In trouble with the law? Joe, what do you mean? That's what I say. The monies are probably looking for me right now. That's why I came here. You'll have to banish me up yourself. A few moments later, as Liz Carter dressed her young nephew's wound, Joe told her what had happened. It was Turk banning it. Got me into it. Oh, Joe, if only you hadn't started hanging around with that awful crook. I know, I know. I was a sap to have anything to do with him. Tell me what happened. Turk told me he was going to hold up the Aurora Mine Office out on Banana Creek. He asked me if I wanted to go along. I didn't want to at first. I was afraid, but he kept at me. He started making fun of me. He said I was yellow if I didn't go along. Finally, I said OK. Oh, that is no good, deadbeat. I knew he'd get into some kind of trouble sooner or later. Turk said he'd handle the stick up. All I had to do was wait for him up on the ridge. He said, look out. Oh, hey, go easy with that antiseptic. Oh, I'm sorry, Joe. I'll try not to hurt again. Well, go on with what you were telling me. Well, we only had one sled between us. Turk took that with him. I waited about 10 or 15 minutes. It was dark and I couldn't see the Mine Office and where I was posted. But pretty soon a flock of guys came charging up the hill right toward it. One of them shots there he is. And they all started shooting at me. I fired back a couple of shots and started running. I just managed to get away by the skin of my teeth. Oh, good. Haven't you were lucky to get away alive? I guess that bandit will do for the time being. Oh, sure. Sure it will. It'll do fine. Thanks a lot. Look here, Joe. Don't you think you'd better go to the police and tell them the whole story? Go to the police? You think I'm crazy? You've been pretty wired and reckless on no, but after all, you've never broken the law before. Maybe they'd let you off with just a life. Don't be foolish. I've been this up to my neck. If the Monies catch up with me, they'll throw the book at me. Joe, what are you going to do if someone recognized you? I'll tell you one thing I'm going to do, and that's find out what happened to Turk Banning. But turns out he was framing me out. Oh, no, no, Joe. Don't go getting yourself all head up. Now, the best thing you can do right now is lie back and get yourself some rest. Yeah. You're all right, Aunt Liz. But when I do leave here, the first man I'm going to see is Turk Banning. Meanwhile, in a back room of the Malamute Cafe, Turk Banning was discussing the minehold up with the owner of the cafe, a man named Blackie Windham. Blackie had just finished stuffing the proceeds of the robbery into his safe. The money would be saved in there for the time being, Turk. We'll divide it up tomorrow as soon as Dunlap gets into town. That sure was a smart plan you cooked up, Blackie. Did everything go off the way it was supposed to? Sure. The whole thing went off like clockwork. Dunlap turned the payroll money over to me, and I hightailed it away in my sleep. What about young Joe Hubbell? It worked out just like you planned. While I was making my getaway in one direction, Dunlap led the mine crew up the ridge in the opposite direction. Right up to where the kid was hiding out. Good work, Turk. Good work. When Sergeant Preston arrived at the Aurora Mine Office that same evening, he heard the story of the holdup from the lips of Ernie Dunlap, the mine foreman. Well, Sergeant, it was like this. I was sitting in the office going over the books. The men were all over at the bunk house, eating supper. Don't you eat with the minehands? Usually I do, but tonight I just happen to be working late. Anyway, I was sitting here in the office when all of a sudden this fella burst in with a gun in his hand. What'd he look like? Just a young fella, not more than 20 or 21, I guess. About medium height, not fat, not thin. His parka hood was up, but I think he was fair-haired. All right, go on. Well, he covered me with his gun and made me open up the safe. Then he told me to turn around. By the way we were standing, I could see his shadow on the wall. So when he raised his gun to hit me over the head, I ducked a little bit and the blow didn't hit me too hard. Lock you up? Yeah, but I couldn't have been out more than a few seconds because when I came to, I got up and ran to the door and I saw the robber just hightailing it up the ridge. How much was taken from the safe? The whole month's payroll, nearly $10,000. Strange you should arrive at such an opportune moment for a holdup. What do you mean? You probably figured that the men would be eating supper just about that time. Yes, but you told me you usually eat with them. How do you know you'd be working late in the office on this particular evening? Well, sure, I don't know. It just happened that way. If it hadn't happened that way, I wonder how we expected to get into the safe. Look, Sergeant, you're not insinuating that I was in cahoose with that holdup man? I'm not insinuating anything, I'm just pointing out the facts. Any charges I have to make will be made later. Come on, King, we'll go up the ridge and see if we can pick up a trail. Yukon King soon picked up Joe Hubble's sentence, started off eagerly in pursuit of the fugitive. Half an hour later, Sergeant Preston halted his team in front of Liz Carrey's camp. What is it, King? Find something? Oh, blood on the snow. King, I perhaps the man we're after is young Joe Hubble. Must have been wounded during his getaway, so I made a beeline here to his aunt's cabin. Well, it's too bad for Liz's sake. Perhaps the rest is just the same. Sergeant Preston. Hello, Liz. I guess you know why I'm here. What do you want? The Aurora Mine Office was held up tonight. King picked up the scent of the holdup man and trailed him here to your cabin. Sergeant, no one came here tonight. King doesn't seem to believe you, and I'm afraid I don't either. But it's the truth, Sergeant. Sorry, Liz, I'll have to see for myself. Come on, King. The interior of the cabin was divided into two rooms by a rough plank partition. King headed straight toward the door leading into the back room, and the sergeant followed. But suddenly, the mighty world as the front door opened. Get your hands up, Sergeant. Don't let that dog make any false moves. I suppose you slipped out the back way and circled around to the front. Is that it? Yeah, that's right. Sergeant, I'm sorry. It's true I was hiding him, but I didn't know he planned to do this. Joe, if you're smart, you'll put down that gun and give yourself up. Sergeant's right, Joe. Please do what he says. Go to jail? No thanks. It's only your first offense, Joe. If you resist arrest, you'll be making it worse. I suppose you think I'm the one who held up the mine, officer. Well, aren't you? Of course I'm not. I was in on a job, I admit that. But it was Turk banning who pulled the hold up. No use trying to throw the blame on someone else, Joe. Your story won't hold water. I knew you wouldn't believe me, Sergeant. But it was Turk just the same. Turk doesn't fit the description. According to the mine foreman, the man who held him up was a young fellow, about 20 or 21 years old. What's that? He said the robber was of medium height and probably fair haired. In other words, just like you. He's lying. That dirty rat. I suspected Turk was trying to frame me and now I know for sure. What are you talking about? Turk posted me up on the ridges to look out. And then he left me there holding the bag so as I'd be caught. He and that mine foreman must be in cahoots. Well, if you're telling me the truth, put down that gun and I'll see that Turk and the foreman are brought to justice. Don't make me laugh, Sergeant. If I surrender to you, the foreman will swear I was a guy who pulled the hold up. He and Turk will get away with a dough and I'll take the rap. Joe, what are you going to do? First I'm going to take the sergeant's gun and then handcuff him so he can't follow me. And then I'm going after Turk and settle this business in my own way. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Supposing we were to go into the old time general store in Dawson. The store where gold prospectors get their supplies. I'll bet the sleepy old timer who runs this store would really perk up his ears if we told him about Quakerpuffed Wheat and Quakerpuffed Rice being shot from guns. Hey, who? What? What foreman shooting up my store? The only thing I know of that's been shot are the cereals shot from guns. Cereals? Yep, Quakerpuffed Wheat and Quakerpuffed Rice. The swell is tasting ready to serve breakfast cereals from here to Whitehorse. What? Them guns? Why, they're the guns that are loaded with choice, sun-ripened premium grains of rice or wheat. And then these guns are exploded. Outcome big giant grains eight times normal size. They're magnified, crispified, shot through and through with bang-up nut-like flavor too. That's why Quakerpuffed Rice and Quakerpuffed Wheat are so good to eat. Say, I reckon I'd have me a gold mine right in this store if I could sell rice or wheat shot from guns. You sure would. Folks like it for breakfast, lunch or supper. All you do is pour out a bowl full right from the package. No cooking. Just add milk or cream and top with your favorite fruit. Mighty inviting, I calls it. Mighty nourishing too. Quakerpuffed Wheat and Quakerpuffed Rice furnish added health values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and iron. Well, how can I get me a sack of them? Oh, Quakerpuffed Wheat and Quakerpuffed Rice are never sold in bags or bulk. And that's something for you fellas and girls to remember too. Tell your mom to please look for the red and blue packages with the smiling Quakerman on the front. Then she'll be sure to get the original, crisp, fresh Quakerpuffed Wheat and Quakerpuffed Rice. Now to continue. Sergeant Preston had trailed Joe Hubbell to his aunt's cabin, but Joe had taken the sergeant by surprise and was covering him with a gun. When the young fugitive realized that he had been framed by Turk banning in the mine foreman, he vowed to go after Turk and settle matters in his own way. Use your head, Joe. If you leave here looking for trouble, you'll wind up in a worse jam than ever. That's my lookout, not yours. What do you expect to do after you've found Turk? I'm going to make him confess that he and a mine foreman are framing me, that's what. And help yourself to the stolen payroll money, I suppose. Don't worry, Sergeant. I don't want any part of that dough. Now turn around and keep your hands up high. Sorry, Joe, but I'm not going to do it. I said keep your hands up. Either you hand over that gun or I'm going to take it away from you. Are you crazy? No, and I don't think you are. Stay back, Preston, or this gun will go off. Steady, King. I'm warning you, Preston. You come one step closer and I'll pull the trigger. Go ahead. You've got the nerve. For the last time, don't come any closer. Joe, for heaven's sake, don't shoot. Don't worry, Liz. He's no killer. Sergeant, I... What's the use? Hand it over, Joe. All right. Take it. Oh, thank heavens. You see, Sergeant Joe's not really bad. He never would have gotten mixed up in a crime if it hadn't been for Turk Vanney. I'm inclined to agree, Liz. And now that he's learned his lesson, couldn't you give him another chance? Why, I'm afraid the only person who can do that's the judge. Joe will have to stand trial. I told you it was hopeless, and Liz... I didn't say that, Joe. Tell me. How'd you expect to make Turk confess that he in the form inflamed you? With a gun, naturally. What other way is there? Confession signed under duress isn't worth the papers written on. Sergeant, isn't there any way you can get the goods on those crooks? Yes, there's one sure way, Liz. That is, to find the stolen money and their possession. Well, they've probably got it hidden away somewhere. Perhaps we can get Turk to lead us to it. Joe's willing to help me. Sure, I'm willing, Sergeant. But what do you want me to do? I want you to go to Turk. Sergeant Preston explained his plan, and when he was through, Joe Hubbell eagerly agreed to cooperate. You bet I'll help you, Sergeant. It sounds like a cinch. Don't be too sure. However, if the plan does work and we're able to recover the stolen money, I'm pretty sure the judge will be lenient with you. I'm praying that ten of yours works out, Sergeant. Sergeant Preston and Joe Hubbell left Liz's cabin and headed back to Dawson, with Joe riding the sergeant sled. When they arrived in town, they halted a short distance from Blackie Wyndham's cafe, which they knew was Turk's favorite hangout. Joe went over and peered through the window of the cafe. Then came back and reported to Sergeant Preston. He's in there all right, Sergeant. I can see him through the window. Good. I'll wait here in the shadows while you go in and talk to him. When the two of you come out, I'll trail you at a safe distance. Turk Banning was seated at a table playing cards with several other men. He looked up and grinned contemptuously as he saw Joe Hubbell making his way toward him through the crowded cafe. Well, well, well. That ain't my young friend Joe Hubbell. I want to talk to you, Turk. Yeah, what about? You know what about. I haven't got the faintest idea. If you've got something to say to me, go ahead and say that. Don't be funny. If you know what's good for you, you'll go someplace where we can talk. All right. Come me on the next deal, you guys. I'll be back in a few minutes as I find out what's eating a kid. Come on, Hubbell. Blackie Wyndham was standing behind the bar. He watched narrowly as Turk and Joe Hubbell walked over and sat down at an isolated table in the corner of the room. All right, Hubbell. What's on your mind? I've come from my share of that payroll money. Don't make me laugh. You dirty poor cat. You only let me in on that job tonight so you could use me as a fall guy. That's right. I did. What are you going to do about it? I'll tell you what I'm going to do about it. Either you cough up or I'm going to the police and tell them the whole story. Listen, sonny. I got news for you. Dunlap the mine foreman is in on the whole scheme. He's already told the police that the guy who held him up was a young fella. Someone just like you. If you try squawking to the monies, he'll identify you as a holdup man. So that's it, huh? Yeah. Pretty smart idea, wasn't it? But not quite smart enough. What do you mean? Suppose I go to the monies and say, sure, I held up the Aurora Mine office and what's more, a guy named Turk Banning helped me pull the job. What's that? You heard me. Tell him you were waiting for me up on the ridge as a lookout. After I got away with the money, you knocked me down and grabbed all the dough for yourself. Why, you scheming little rat, I am. Don't try anything, Turk. I got a gun inside my pocket and it's pointing right at you. And you wouldn't bear going to the monies with that story. We'd both wind up with a good long prison stretch. Oh, wouldn't I? Listen, Turk, I'm going to con up to ten. At the end of that time, either you start coughing up or I'm going straight to money headquarters. Now, which is it? One. Two. Three. Now, wait a minute, Joe. You've got to give me time to think this over. The first place, I ain't got the money. I shouldn't think you'd have it with you. Get your park and we'll get it right now. I'll simmer down for a pizza. I told you I ain't got the money. Then who has? Blackie Windham. Blackie Windham? Yeah. He's the guy who planned the whole deal. He's got the money here in this safe. All right, Turk. If Blackie's got the money, then get him over here at Pronto. Hey, Blackie. Yeah, what do you want? Come on over here a second. Oh, what's up? The kid here says he wants to share that payroll money. He says if we don't kick through, he's going to go to the mountains and spill the beans. They're telling him what'll happen if he tries it? Yeah, and it don't seem to faze him a bit. He says he'll admit he pulled the whole up and claim I helped him all on a job. That's right, Blackie. I will. And don't go trying any strong-arm stuff because I got a gun right here in my pocket. In that case, I guess we'd better give you what's coming to you. Now, come on, my safe's in the back room. All right. You come along, too, Turk, so I can keep my eye on you. Yeah. As the two men rose from the table, Joe didn't notice the way Blackie caught the eye of the cafe bouncer, a hulking ex-price fighter known as Moose. Right through this doorway, Jensen. You two go first. Anything you say. Joe closed the door behind them and at the same time pulled the gun out of his pocket. All right, Blackie, start opening the safe. I'm sure. Joe was standing with his back to the door as Wyndham bent down and began twirling the dial of the safe. Suddenly, the door of the room was just open. Moose's huge fist caught Joe a stunning blow in the back of the head. As Joe crumpled, Moose spun him around and finished him off with an uppercut of the jaw. Good work, Moose. I saw you give me the eye just before you came back here. He was trying to hold us up. Oh, dirty skunk. Hey, you want me to call the Mounties, boy? No, no, no, don't bother. I don't want the Mounties messing around here any more necessary. It's bad for business. Yeah, I know what you mean. The Turk and me will take care of him. You go on back out in the cafe and keep an eye on things. OK, Buzz. If you need me again, just tell me. What are we going to do with the Blackie? There's a sled and a dog team out back. We'll take him out to Bonanza Creek. You mean out near the mine? That's right. We'll put a bullet in him, plant his body somewhere up on the ridge on the side away from the mine. If anybody finds him, it'll look like he stopped lead while he was making his getaway. Blackie, you're a mighty smart man. With growing uneasiness, Sergeant Preston waited for Joe Hobble to emerge from the cafe. As the minutes ticked by, the Mountie began to feel more and more certain that something had gone wrong. King, I have a hunch that Joe's running into trouble. If the plan were to, he and Turk should have come out of the cafe by this time. Maybe we'd better investigate. Sergeant paused for a moment outside the cafe and looked in through the window, but he couldn't see either Joe or Turk. So he opened the door and went inside. He was greeted by Moose, the bouncer. I'm looking for someone inside you. Yes, I'm looking for a young fellow named Joe Hobble. I don't think I know the guy. Who is he? Never mind. You know Turk Banning. What happened to him? He's in the back room, I guess, talking to Blackie Windham. You want me to go see him? I don't want to see for myself. Hey, hey, wait a minute, Sergeant. You ain't supposed to go back, eh? Who's going to stop me? Moose tagged along behind a worried frown on his battered features, as the sergeant strode to the rear of the cafe and entered the back room. The room was empty. All right, Moose, you better start talking. What happened to Turk and Joe Hobble? Shucks, I wasn't supposed to tell you all this, but I guess maybe I'll bet it. Your guy was in here about 20 minutes ago. Moose told the sergeant of the scene that had taken place in the back room a short time before, and how he himself had knocked out the young man who was holding a gun on Turk and Blackie. What'd they do with him after you knocked him out? They searched me. Blackie told me to go on back out in the cafe. He said he and Turk would take care of the young guy. He must have taken him out the back way. King, we've got to find Joe Hobble. That's right, boy. Find Joe Hobble. Before leaving the cafe, Turk and Blackie had tied and gagged their prisoner for fear he might recover consciousness during the trip to Bonanza Creek. When they arrived at their destination, they drove their team into the shelter of a thick clump of trees and underbrush. Then they untied Joe Hobble and began carrying him up the ridge. When they had nearly reached the top, Blackie Windham said, How are you going to plug him and you want me to do it? Doesn't make any difference. I may as well do it. What's going on? He's starting to come too. Just in time to watch me pull a trigger. Hey, wait, someone's coming. You're right. Wonder who's traveling this time. The darkness and the thickly clustering trees prevented the two crooks from seeing all the way to the foot of the ridge. They listened intently and heard the team stopping at a point almost directly below them. Yeah, I don't like that, Blackie. What do you suppose it is? I don't know. Meanwhile, Joe Hobble had recovered consciousness and was trying to get his bearings. Where am I? Pipe down, Hobble. You make any noise right now and this gun will go off right in your way. Hey, Blackie, whoever he is, he's coming up the slope right toward us. I can hear him. Go on down there, that big clump of underbrush. Get your gun all ready for him. It looks like trouble. Shoot first and ask questions later. In the meantime, I'll stay here and keep my gun on Hobble. Okay. Turk crept quietly down the slope and took up his position. A hundred yards below him, Sergeant Preston and King were advancing upward through the darkness. Several minutes went by, tense moments of waiting. Finally, Blackie's attention wavered from his prisoner. His head turned slightly as he glanced down the slope. Joe Hobble saw his chance. I'll take that gun, boy. No, you won't. As the two men grappled with each other, the gun went off accidentally. At the sound of the shot, Preston flung himself flat on the ground. Almost at the same moment, Turk fired at the Mountie. The bullet passed over the sergeant's head. He fired back at the flash. Turk clutched at his shoulder and fell forward through the underbrush. Before he could struggle to his feet, Preston shouted to King. Watch him, boy. Don't let him move. As King raced forward to stand guard over the fallen gunman, Sergeant Preston charged up the slope toward the point where Blackie Wyndham and Joe Hobble were fighting. At that moment, Blackie landed a smashing left on Joe Hobble's jaw. What's that gun, Blackie? Joe went sprawling over backward in Blackie's world to deal with the sergeant. He raced his gun to shoot. But before he could pull the trigger, the sergeant fired. Don't move, Blackie. Your next time I'll shoot to kill. You and your partner are under arrest in the name of the Queen. A short time later, the two crooks stood by sullenly, handcuffed together. As Joe told the sergeant what he had learned at the cafe before he was knocked unconscious. According to Turk, Blackie Wyndham planned the whole business. He's got the payroll money in his safe back at the cafe. That's all the evidence we'll need to convict them of the mine robbery. On top of that, they'll be facing a charge of attempted murder. What about Dunlap, the mine foreman, Sergeant? I'll arrest him before we start back to Dawson. A stand trial along with Turk and Blackie, and it's a safe bet that any jury will find him guilty too. Sergeant, do you really think that judge will let me off with a suspended sentence? Yes, Joe. I feel sure he'll put you on probation. You've realized your mistake. You've helped locate the stolen money, and you've helped me catch the real criminals. You've earned the second chance, and I'm going to see to it that you get it. Yes, King. This case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Monday's adventure. At breakfast time, if you feel like this, Oh, hum, same old thing to eat. Then do this. Rush over to the grocers, and rush back with a package of delicious nourishing Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. Then pour out a heaping bowl full, top it with milk or cream and fruit, and take a big spoonful. Ah, what tender Christmas. What delicious nut-like flavor. Yes, a real appetite-waker-upper. So get out of a breakfast rut. Serve yourself a tempting delicious nourishing treat. Quaker Puffed Rice or Quaker Puffed Wheat. Look for the big red and blue packages with the smiling Quaker Man on the front. Remember, Quaker Puffed Rice and Wheat are never sold in bags or bulk. Listen Monday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of Wolf Creek. King and I were investigating the murder of a male sled driver, and our quest led us to Wolf Creek. But the manhunt turned into a wolf hunt for King and a death trap for me. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Monday. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created by George W. Trendl, produced by Trendl Campbell Enterprises, directed by Fred Flower Day and edited by Fran Stryker. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. They are brought to you every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at the same time by Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. The breakfast cereal shot from guns. For a delicious hot breakfast, eat Quaker Oats. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Delicious, nutritious, and makes you feel ambitious. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Say, boys and girls, do you want to be a star some day in sports and activities? Then start on good Quaker Oats breakfast tomorrow, because nourishing oatmeal gives you more growth and endurance than any other whole grain cereal. Remember, Quaker and mother's oats are the same. This is J. Michael Goodbye, good luck, and good health from Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. So long. This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.