 Now as hauling winds echo across the snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, the Quaker Oats Company, makers of Quaker Pop Wheat, and Quaker Pop 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, swiftest and strongest lead dog of the northwest, breaking the trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest mounted police, in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers and gang on Newarkers. 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 wonder dog, Yukon King, as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. Your children of junior high and high school age will soon be making decisions that could affect their whole lives. For right now, they're facing the problem of selecting next year's school courses. Now, no matter what career your child is thinking about, it is vitally important that he take enough math and science in high school. Otherwise, he may be severely handicapped later on. So, even though your child may not yet have made up his mind about what he wants to be, see that he knows the importance of math and science high school courses to his future. High school advisors will help him, and you decide just what math and science courses he should take to keep the door to his future open. This message is brought to you as a public service. Yuk was a black and white mongrel who belonged to a crooked gambler named Kino Dunn. Though he served his master faithfully, the only thanks he ever received were kicks and brutal blows from the gambler's Malacca cane. One night, Kino was caught cheating in a card game, and in the fight that followed, both Kino and Yuk were savagely beaten by the gambler's intended victims. Later, after he had been thrown out of the cafe, Kino turned to Yuk in a senseless rage and began to take out his temper on the dog. Let him beat me up, would you? What in blaze do you suppose I keep you for? Sure, go ahead and whine. While you're at it, I'll give you something else to whine about. Take this! For the moment, Yuk powered weakly beneath the blows of the gambler's cane. His body already bruised and bloody from the mauling he'd received inside the cafe. Then suddenly, he could stand no more. The memory of all he had suffered at the hands of his brutal master surged up inside him. With a half-crazed smile, he sprang a Kino. The gambler staggered back in surprise and terror, but Yuk was too weak to press home his attack, and Kino quickly shook him off. Now, then, your treacherous curl out, teach your old master to whine. Once again, Kino began showering blows on Yuk with his Malaka cane. He was still at it a few moments later, when a heavy hand suddenly descended on his shoulder. Hate it, Missy. What's the idea? Hit that dog again and you'll regret it. Oh, tell me what to do, Mali. That dog's mine. I'll beat him as much as... You're not fit to own a dog. Get up on your feet. What do you think you're gonna do now? I'm placing you under arrest. I'll get moving, Mr. Yuk and I are going to headquarters. Kino was tried and sentenced on a charge of cruelty to animals. And as a result of his conviction, Yuk was taken away from him and turned over to the care of the Mounted Police. His physical injury soon began to heal, but the damage to his spirit was amended quite so easily. One morning, Sergeant Preston, Scotty McCracken, a veteran dog trainer employed by the Mounted Police, stood watching Yuk as he prowled nervously back and forth inside one of the dog runs back about a little. I hate to say it, Sergeant, but I'm afraid that poor dogs are hopeless kids. They instinctively step inside the run. Why is it your fault? Given time, Scotty, that beating you back from Kino Dunn is enough to ruin any dogs, can't it? Aye, but we've had him here a week now. By this time, we should have been able to juggle him down a wee bit. First train can help us win his confidence. Oh, how do you mean? Oh, a Duke and Land of Terse King, perhaps a second Land of Terse King's master. Come here, Father. Thing I'm going to put you inside to run with you. I'll try to make friends with him, boy. Go on in, Father. As King handed the rod, a Duke wrestled an advanced totty with bad fangs. After that, things happened fast. With a ferocious smile, Duke charged at King. The big dog beard had met the rush with his chest, knocking Duke off his feet. The fight that followed was bitter but real. Whenever over, Duke was helpless and quivering at the mercy of Yukon King. Look at the poor beast. He's expecting King to finish him off. Well, he's in for his first surprise. Instead of burying his fangs and Duke's throat, King merely nudged him gently with his muzzle. Then he turned and trotted back toward the sergeant. Good dog, King. Good dog. That evening, Duke received his second lesson from King. What is it you're aiming to do with that caribou meat, Sergeant? Feed Duke and King. You mean you're going inside to run with him? That's what I mean. The sergeant opened the gate and stepped inside the rod, holding out the caribou meat as he did so. Here, boys. With a savage growl, Duke came charging forward and prepared to spring at the sergeant's throat. Then he was lying helplessly on his side, and King was standing over him with paired fangs. Duke had learned his second lesson. The sergeant seemed to pay no attention to what had happened. All right, King. You first, boys. King trotted forward and took the piece of caribou meat which the sergeant was holding out to him. Now it's your turn, Duke. This one's for you. Come on, boys. King looked down approvingly. The next few shares of meat Duke took willingly from the sergeant's hand. But the last piece, the sergeant, was held. Sorry, Duke, but you don't get this one until you let me catch your head. As the sergeant reached out his left hand, Duke cringed and gave a nervous deep-throated growl. Instantly, King warned him with a snuffle. Duke quieted down. He stood crowing intensely as the sergeant's hand came slowly toward him. Finally, the hand touched his head. Passed it gently and began to scratch him behind the ear. Good old Duke. You've had a hard time with that, haven't you, Duke? It's all over now. Good. One evening, a few weeks later, the sergeant's question paid a visit to the cabin of a minor named Frank Kelley. Frank's wife, Amy, opened the door. Hello, Sergeant Frank. Hello, Amy. Come on in. Frank. Frank and his young son, Buddy, were seated around the fireplace. Hello there, Sergeant. Hello, Frank. Hello, Buddy. Here, let me take your pocket. Oh, thanks, Frank. Outside with a friend of his? A friend? You mean another dog? That's right. As a matter of fact, that's what I came to see you about. What do you mean, Sergeant? Well, uh, you've been wanting another dog ever since Sparky died, haven't you? I'll say I have. Trouble is, dogs are too expensive out here in the Yukon Territory, Sergeant. My claim paying off so poorly, we just haven't been able to afford another dog from Buddy. Well, it does so happens this friend of King's is looking for a new home. Would you folks be willing to take him in? Oh, boy! Of course we would, Sergeant. You bet we would. Golly, I could hardly wait to see him. In that case, if I bring him inside, you'll already move. Well, Buddy, what do you think you're doing? He's a really good dog. Come on, Duke. Here's your thing. Gee, look. He's a wonderful dog. Why, why, he's almost as nice as King's. I'm sure you'd think so, Buddy. He does look like a nice dog. What did you say his name was, Sergeant? Duke. Duke. See, wait a minute. I've seen this dog before. He belonged to that crooked gambler, Kino Dunn. This dog's vicious. Don't judge him too hastily, Frank. Remember, Kino Dunn was a vicious person, and the dog modeled himself after his master. But Duke's changed in the last few weeks. For King's help, I think we've turned him into a very gentle dog. Of course he's gentle, Frank. Why, he can tell that by his manner. It's so thick of the way he responds when you pet him. Now, admit he doesn't act the way he used to when Kino owned him. May I keep him on, Dad? All right, son. At least it won't hurt to give him a chance. Oh, boy! In the months that followed, Duke more than proved that he deserved the chance which Frank Calvert had given him. Not only did he become deeply attached to Buddy, hardly ever letting the boy out of his sight, but he won the trust and affection of the whole family by the gentleness of his character. But things weren't going well for the Calverts. One day, Frank paid a visit to Hiram Bigby, the manager of the Dawson City Bank. Yes, Calvert? How may I do for you? I suppose you've come to pay back that loan? I did come to see you about the loan, Mr. Bigby, but not to pay it back. What? As a matter of fact, I just don't have the money. You don't have the money? But payment is due the day after tomorrow. If you can't pay it back, I'll have to foreclose. Look, Mr. Bigby, the gold is there all right. In the last few weeks, I seem to have struck a new vein. If you would just give me a little more time, I'm sure I can pay you back. With extra interest, sir. Well, Calvert, I've known you for some time, and I'm quite certain of your integrity. But perhaps in your case, I might make an exception. If you will, Mr. Bigby, I'm sure you won't have cause to regret it. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll be going out here with you tomorrow. Well, I'm there. I'll stop off and inspect your claim. I'll give you my decision at that time. All right. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Hey, kids, we're waiting for you out at the ballpark these days. Everybody has fun. Cheering the players is a sock home run, slide in the base, whip to double play. Get in on the fun, the excitement, the hot dogs and cracker jack. Come out to the ball game as guests of your favorite team. You can now see major or minor league baseball games free. If you are 12 years or younger and bring a paying adult like mom or dad. Here's all you do to get your free ticket. Get a package of Quaker Puff Wheat or Quaker Puff Rice or Muffet Shredded Wheat. Tear off the box top and send with your name and address to baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. Details are on the tickets. We'll give you that address again during the program. So grab pencil and paper now for each free ticket. Send the box top from Quaker Puff Wheat or Rice or Muffet Shredded Wheat. Send the guarantee seal from Quaker Pakotane and you'll get two free tickets. Send to baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. Don't miss the big games. Send now. Now to continue. On the day after Frank Calvert paid his visit to the bank in Dawson, Highland Big B stopped off at the Calvert Place to inspect Frank's claim and announced his decision as to whether or not he would grant an extension alone. The cabinet perched on a steep hillside overlooking the trail which ran along the banks of the creek. Getting off the flag, Banker Dick B spoke to his driver. Well, you stay here, Jed. I'm going up to the cabinet on foot. Think you can make it up the hillside, Mr. Dick B? Said me I could make it up the hillside. Just because I walked with a limp and I have to use a cane doesn't mean that I'm completely helpless. Okay, Mr. Dick B, I just thought you might want some help. Well, I do. As the banker began trudging up the path that led to the cabin, he didn't see Buddy Calvert coasting downhill on his sled with Duke running happily alongside him. The boy and the dog were hidden from his view by a screen of trees. As a result, when he finally did see them coming, it was too late to get out of the way. Look out, you young fool. Sled crashed into the banker, knocking him off his feet. Go on, Mr. Dick B, I'm off the slide. He couldn't find it, young idiot. That inch is still out of the way. I tried, Jupiter was too late. Here, let me help you out. Get your hands off me. I'm not happy. Hey, somebody, what you need is a good shake. I'm going to give you just that. Please, please, Mr. Dick B, I didn't mean to bump you. It was more than Duke could bear to see a stranger laying violent hands on his young master. With a prowl, he seized one corner of the banker's coat and his jars and began tugging. Now, let go of me. You're blessing me. Let's go, let us go. See who works for this cane and teach him a lesson. The banker raised his melodic cane and began showering blows on Duke. The dog gave a compulsive shudder. He remembered the last time he'd been beaten by such a cane, wielded by Keano Dunn. Suddenly, Duke seemed to go berserk. With a snarl, he sprang with the banker's coat. Stop, stop! Let's get him off! Duke, stop it! Let go of me! And therefore, before Jed, the driver, together with Mr. and Mrs. Coward, who was rushed out of that cabin, arrived on the scene and succeeded in separating Duke from the outraged banker. Are you all right, Mr. Dick B? He's... he's... he's alive! What did you mean? He's very tender to miracles. That's the way that piece he's meant to go for me. No, I can't imagine what got into him. He's always been so gentle. Thank you! That dog's your public menace. After all, Mr. Dick, you were a shaking body. Then your turn on Duke and struck him with your cane. I was trying to make him let go of my coat tail, that's all. Duke, evidently, misunderstood your intent. Don't make excuses for him. You tried to tear me to pieces. That's what he did. You tell it, I demand that you have this dog destroyed. What? I'm sorry, Mr. Dick B, but he means too much to buddy. To all of us for that matter? Sure, that's your attitude, is it? Yeah, you tell it, I reckon you know where I came here today. Of course, you came to inspect my claim. You tell me whether you'd grant me an extension of time on my mortgage. Yes. If you expect me to grant that extension, you would better have this dog done away with immediately. But, Mr. Dick B, please try to understand. I understand well enough. You have this dog destroyed, or I foreclose tomorrow and tickle your claim. All right, then go ahead and foreclose. Duke is one of the finest dogs I've ever known. I don't think that he should enter into money relations. Oh, please, think it over until tomorrow. I'm sure you'll approve it. At that same moment, in a hotel room in Dawson City, Kino Dunn was talking to a man named Smoky Mifflin. So he has given up gambling, huh, Kino? No, I haven't given it up. If this happens, I've built out a smarter way to pick up some cash. Is that what you want to talk to me about? That's right. How would you like to help me rob the Dawson City Bank tonight? Tonight? You crazy? Not by a long shot. I've got the whole thing figured out. My scheme is foolproof. All right, Kino, I'm listening. And on the last day of every month meeting today, for instance, Iron's big leader manager stays late at the bank checking over accounts. All by himself? That's right. He checks over the book's person. He works in his office at the back of the bank. When he leaves, he lets himself out by the back door. Well, go on. You and I will be eyeing out in the alley back at the bank. When we see him come out the door, we rush up to the Dunn's ribs. Then we force him to open up the vault, grab all the cash, and make our getaway. What do we do about Dickman? We lock him in the vault and leave him there. It'll be morning before the police even find out there's been a robbery. Oh, yeah. I thought that the job sounds like it ought to be a cinch. Well, how about it? All right, Kino, come here. That evening, after supper, Frank and Amy Calpard start talking around the fireplace. Their faces were tense with work. I never should have lost my temper with Hiram Dickman this afternoon. Maybe I should have agreed to have Duke destroyed. Well, but, Frank, I break Buddy's heart. You know the... Of course I know it. And I also know that if Dick before closes tomorrow, we'll be destitute. We won't even have a roof over our heads. That's a terrible situation. I don't know what this thing... There must be something we can do. Buddy was in his room, supposedly reading a book. But actually, he'd overheard everything his parents were saying. Duke, who was lying on the floor at his master's feet, gazed up into Buddy's eyes as the boy said. Golly, Duke. Mom and Dad are awful worried, and it's all our fault. I just can't let them do away with you. But if I don't lose our claim, it's in this cabin and everything. A short time later, Buddy emerged from his room. He was wearing his pocket and mucklucks. Where are you going, Buddy? I'll sleep for a while with Duke. Well, you'll have to come in in just a few minutes. It's nearly bedtime, you know. I'll help, Mom. Come on, Dad. Later that same evening, Sergeant Preston stopped off to visit the cabin. Oh, good evening, Sergeant. Hello, Frank. Come on in. Hi. Sergeant Preston, oh, I'm glad you're here. Something wrong. We can't find Buddy. I don't know whether anything's happened to him or not. He went out to play about an hour and a half ago. I told him to come in in just a few minutes because it was nearly bedtime. But he still hasn't come back. We can't find him anywhere. He'll try at the neighbors. I've tried everywhere, but no luck. Tell you the truth, I'm afraid he's run away. Oh, what makes you think that? It's all an account of Duke. I think Buddy was afraid he might decide to have the dog destroyed. Destroyed? What's the matter? He hasn't turned vicious, has he? Not exactly, but he went for Banker Digby today. He was ready to tear him into pieces, in fact, until we pulled him off and calmed him down. How'd it happen? Well, it was like this. Banker Digby came to visit us. Frank told Sergeant Preston the whole story. When he was through, the sergeant said, Do you have a piece of clothing that Buddy's worn recently? You mean so King will be able to trim them? That's right. Once King gets his son, I'm sure we can find him. Sergeant will certainly appreciate it if he can. I'll get you something of Buddy's right away. I'm going with you, Sergeant. I'll get my pocket and hitch up my two. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. There's the wind up the pitch, the bases are loaded and it's a two-bagger and the game's tied up in the last of the night. Say, kids, wouldn't you give anything to be right there at that exciting moment? Well, come out to the ballpark as guests of your favorite team. You can see major or minor league baseball games, free. If you're 12 years or younger, just bring mom or dad a paying adult. To get your free ticket, here's all you do. Get a package of Quaker Puffed Wheat or Quaker Puffed Rice or Muffet Shredded Wheat. Tear off a box top and send with your name and address to baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. Details are on every ticket. Get the whole family to go. You'll all have fun at the ballpark. For your free ticket, send a box top from Quaker Puffed Wheat or Rice or Muffet Shredded Wheat. Send the guarantee seal from Quaker Packo 10 and you'll get two free tickets. Send to baseball box 5205 Chicago 77 Illinois. Send now. With King in the lead, Sergeant Preston and Frank followed Buddy's train after leaving the captain. The scent led to an imposing large house on the outskirts of Dawson. Oh, hello. Sergeant, this is Bank of Digby's house. That's right. A few moments later, the door was opened by Hyran Digby's housekeeper. Sergeant Preston. Hello, Agi. Has a boy named Buddy Calvert been here this evening? Why, yes. A boy that he had just about or 10 minutes ago, looking for Mr. Digby. Oh. Has he wanted to talk to him about something very important? So I told him Mr. Digby was over at the bank. Thanks, Agi. Come on, Frank, we'll probably find him there. At that same moment, Buddy was just arriving at the bank. After he had knocked on the door to attract attention and shown his face at the barred window of Hyran Digby's office, the banker unlocked the door and let him inside. Well then, we're told this nonsense about wanting to talk to me, especially this time of the night. What he embraces is the idea of bringing this mutt here to my house. It's just what I came to see you about, Mr. Digby. Huh? Couldn't you please forgive him for what happened? I promise you I'll punish him. I'll even keep him tied up on a leash. That car is too vicious to be trusted to. You only have safe ways to have him destroyed. And if we don't, then you won't give Dad that extension on his loan. That's right. I'll foreclose tomorrow unless that dog was put away for good. All right, Mr. Digby. If that's the only way, then I'll give up too. All right, you take him away and have him destroyed. I don't want to be around when it's done. Yeah, well, I'm glad you're being sensible about it. They'll take him over to mother police headquarters and let them dispose of him. All right, get back home. After putting on his coat and hat, Hyran Digby snuffed out the lamp and started toward the back door with Buddy and Duke at his heels. As he opened the door and stepped outside, two menacing figures suddenly loomed up in the moonlight. Back inside, Mr. Stardrich was there and were carrying guns. Now hurry up and do like I say. As Kino stepped on the doorway with his gun pushed in the backers ribs, Duke crossed the center of the man who had beat them up. He beat the bride with a brusque snarl. Kino was taken completely off guard by the suddenness of velocity of the attack. As he struggled desperately to defend himself, smoking, spraying with a cute Kino, the noise will be heard. Well, let's do something. Your boo quick is killing me. Now I'll knock him out of my gun. Duke went limp, stunned by the blow, the crooks realized that Digby had slipped away from them. In the semi-darkness, they saw him bending over his desk. Let him smokey go for a cup. No, you don't. Good work smoking. Hey, of course you can't smoke. Look, I forgot about him. There's someone coming. Come on, Kino. I'm getting out of here. Come on. Buddy had slipped out the back door while the crooks' attention was occupied. At that moment, he was running toward the approaching guard team. James, I just broke this. Buddy. What's wrong, Buddy? It's your crooks back there, Sergeant. They're robbing the bank. There they go. They're making a getaway. Untamed! One, you husky! Stop with the name of the clown! In their panic, the two crooks turned and began firing wildly over their shoulders and their ranks. The sergeants took careful aim and fired once. Kino stumbled and fell, and a moment later, Kino was looking for his partner with a mighty springing knocked him to the ground. Shut up! Stop with this, Sergeant! Oh, you're so... Oh, oh, oh! Oh, I came here. I have his gun, boy. Up on your feet, monsieur. You're under arrest from the name of the clown. After a handcuffing smoky and applying first aid to Kino's wound, the sergeant hurted his prisoners into the back room of the bank. Howlin' Bigby had already recovered from the punch on the jaw which he had received. But it took several minutes to revive Duke from his day's condition. Finally, Duke opened his eyes, and at sight of Buddy, he signified his happiness by thumping the floor weekly with his tail. Good old Duke. Will he be all right, Sergeant? Yes, I'm surely well, Buddy. He's got a bad mark on the hand, but that should soon heal. Oh, golly, I'm glad of that. Well, will you, sir, may I? This dog hadn't been around when there was two cooks up here. There's no telling what might have happened. He certainly upset the clown. Oh, did my heart good the way he went for him when they stepped through that door? Then you don't think he should be destroyed? Destroyed? Well, certainly not. This dog is too valuable. Of course, it's true. He's a bit vicious. Duke is not vicious, Mr. Bigby. I believe I can explain why he went for you the way he did. Well, go ahead and explain, and it's really delicious. He no done. Once gave him a savage beating with a malachite cane, just like yours. The cane must have reminded the dog of that experience, so he momentarily went for a second. Oh, sure, that's it. Well, it certainly looks as though I was wrong all down the line. About that extension on my loan, Mr. Bigby. No, don't you worry about that, because we're extending that loan to suit your convenience. Well, I don't know what to say, except thanks a lot. Bye, golly buddy. Just wait until your mother hears this news. Well, tingle boy, doesn't seem to have worked out nicely all the way around. Once we take these two cooks to jail, the case will be closed. The adventures of Rin Tin Tin presented on mutual every Sunday over most of these stations is a listening treat especially designed for the whole family. Several generations have thrilled to the heroic exploits of Rin Tin Tin, the dog that's almost human. And now you can hear his further adventures every Sunday. The new series of Rin Tin's adventures are laid in the colorful and legend-filled era of the Pioneer West. His young master is Corporal Rusty, stationed at Fort Apache. During the troublesome post-Civil War era, the Army cavalry finds plenty of action in keeping under control the renegade Indians who set fire to the early settlers' cabins. And as members of the Fort Apache Cavalry Unit, Corporal Rusty and Rin Tin Tin are engaged in many stirring escapades. Make sure your family enjoys the pleasurable listening on the adventures of Rin Tin Tin, presented by mutual every Sunday over most of these stations. These Sergeant Preston of the Yukon Adventures are brought to you every Monday through Friday at this time by the Quaker Routes Company, makers of Quaker Pop Week and Quaker Pop Rice, the delicious cereals shot from gun. By special recording in cooperation with the Mutual Broadcasting System. They are a copyrighted feature of Sergeant Preston of the Yukon Incorporated, created by George W. Trenble, produced by Trenble Campbell Muir Incorporated and directed by Fred Flower Day. 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