 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the Wild Northwest, Quaker puff wheat, shot from guns, dog of the Northwest, placing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the Northwest pursuit of lawbreakers, like in the wild race and his Wonder Dog. Preston and King with the sensational new cut-out models for building the famous Yukon Trail. They're offered from guns. Stand by for details in a few minutes. Preston and his companion were interested listeners, as old Joe Finlay talked happily to a group of men in the cafe at Indian Creek. Yes, sir, Lux finally killed my way. Look at that poker gold and there's plenty of sell curts. There's some business to attend to there. Come before we go back to McLean. Thank you. Look at all the gold that old Cougars were. Yeah, we sure could use some of their name. Well, they've got to be moving along, fellas. I hear Sergeant Preston's in town for a few days. I want to see him. Yeah, Sergeant Preston's using the Lewis Cabin while he's in Indian Creek, up at the edge of town. Build a sell curts away. You and I are going to lay in wait for old Cougar Goldie's carry-on. They came on, let's get a move on, right? They went directly to the cabin where Sergeant Preston was staying and knocked on the door. Sit down, John. Tell me about yourself. Yeah, thank you, Sergeant. Didn't you go south of here somewhere to work a claim? Yeah, sure, dear Sergeant. What's more, I made a strike. I'm a good one at that. Oh, that's fine. What makes me feel so good about it is that now I can help that young nephew of mine, Larry Finley, and his wife, open sell curts. I hear they've been having sort of a hard time with that last year. Yes, I know. Larry's claim gave out and things have been rough for them. Well, that's all over. Yes, sir. I'm heading for sell curts as soon as I leave here. Got plenty of gold with me. I'll be going back there the day after tomorrow. If you're still there, I'll see you again. I'll be there, Reckon. I have to register my claim before somebody finds out where it is. You haven't mentioned its location to anyone, have you? No, Sergeant. Old sourdough's like myself with two cagey for that. Got something here I won't leave in your care, Sergeant. Here. A map showing where your claim is. But I thought you wanted to leave this with me. Well, I've been around the Yukon long enough to know that anything can happen. Got no reason to think anything will, but when I heard you was here, I figured I'd be on the safe side and let you hold on to that. Well, it's all right with me, but I don't see why. Sergeant, if anything should happen to me before I get that claim registered, I want you to give that map to my nephew, Larry, so as he'll have the claim. Well, all right, Joe. I'll keep it until I see you in sell cake. Well, thanks, Sergeant. Well, I reckon I'll be getting along. You'll get the trail for sell cake before a blizzard comes along. Well, it isn't too far, Joe. I think you'll make it all right. I'll see you in a few days. I'd wait over and go back with you, but I'm kind of anxious to see Larry and Flora and tell them the good news. Well, goodbye, King. Good-bye, Joe. Bye, and thanks for keeping that map for me. Bye. Frozen wind swept trail at a good pace for almost two hours. Finally, he reached a point where the trail followed the top of a ridge, the sides of which fell away into snow-filled ravines. Ahead, Joe sought two men standing beside a dog team which was drawn up on one side of the trail. As he approached, he stopped his dog team. Frozen! Why are you hushing? Want to run into some trouble? No, but you are friendly. This gun says you're going to handle with that poke of gold you got, would you? See, and I'll put down that gun, mister. You ought to know that an old sourdough like me wouldn't have anything worth taking. Well, the old man's going to try to talk us out of it, King. He don't have a chance. Come on, you. Hand over that poke of gold, like I said. We saw you shone it around in the cafe, so hand it over. I'm not going to do no such a thing. Give me that gold, or you hear me? Give me that gold. I'll fix you. This'll fix you. Johnny, he went to see it. Indy and Crick might be coming back this way soon, and when he finds the body... Oh, stop shaking, and you'll pitch him over the ravine into the deep. And then they'll think he just slipped off the trail. Yeah, but his dog came and slipped. Well, take it with us and go on to Selkirk. You can drive it. We'll sell it to someone who won't ask questions. Snow fell during the next two days. Then Sergeant Preston came to Selkirk and stopped at Larry Finley's cabin near the outskirts of town. Okay. How is he? Did you see him at Indy and Crick? Yes, a few days ago. Oh, how is he? They come here. He left for Selkirk two days before I did. He was coming to see you. We haven't seen him. Oh, Larry, do you suppose something happened to him on the way? Well, I came over the same trail. I didn't see anything of him or of his dog team. I know he left Indy and Crick and headed this way. I suppose he could have arrived. I understand why he didn't come straight here. He usually does. That was his intention. I'll go uptown and inquire about him. Mind if I come alongside you? No, Larry, of course not. Come on. I'll get your Parker, Larry. Why was Uncle Joe coming to Selkirk at this time, sir? Business he had to attend to, now. Let him tell you about it and he'll see you. Here's your Parker, Larry. Thanks, honey. I won't be going long. Let's go, Sergeant. All right. Come on, King. Sergeant Preston and Larry decided to separate and try to get news of old Joe Finley. While Larry went to inquire at the hotel in the few boarding houses in Selkirk, Sergeant Preston, after agreeing to meet Larry, at the Constable's office later, went with King to the Nugget Cafe. Wait here, King. I won't be long, boy. Keep Sergeant Preston asked. Hello, Frank. Hi, Sergeant. See anything of an old sourdough named Joe Finley in the past two days? Eh, nope. I haven't. If I recollect, he's short and stocky. Ray Beard and Sidewisk, isn't that right? Yes, that description fits, Joe. He left Indian Creek a few days ago. He doesn't seem to have arrived here in town. That's right. Maybe he had an accident on the trail. I came over the trail a couple of days after he left. Didn't see any sign of him. That's funny, all right. See, there's a couple of fellas come in from Indian Creek two days ago. Oh. They might have seen Joe on the way. Who are they? Where can I find them? I don't know who they are. But they're sitting back there at the table near the back door. Oh, that's big tall fella. Can he sit in? Oh, thanks, Frank. I'll go ask them about Joe. As Sergeant Preston approached the table where Cain, Carson, and Gill were sitting, he couldn't help but notice that Gill with a startled look half a rose from his chair as if to leave hurriedly. Hello. Do you mind answering a few questions? Questions? Questions about what? Shut up, Gill, and relax. Sure. What's on your mind, Sergeant? I understand you came through from Indian Creek day before yesterday. Well, what if we did? I wondered if you saw anything of an old sound over the name of Finlay who was supposed to come over that trail the same time you did. I know. No, we didn't see anything of him. Did we, Cain? That's right, we didn't. In fact, until you mentioned him, we never even heard of Joe Finlay. You're right, we never did. Anything else you want to know, Sergeant? No? No, I guess not. Thanks for answering my questions. Glad to apply, Sergeant. Did you find out anything, Sergeant? Nothing definite, Frank. By the way, uh, what do you know about those two men? Well, nothing much, except they've got plenty of gold, seems like. Oh? I reckon they struck it rich some place you can hear to celebrate. I see. Thanks. Bye, Joe. Yeah! Come on, King. We'll go meet Larry at the constable's office. Later, Sergeant Preston was talking to Larry and the constables. I suppose you didn't find out anything, Larry. That's right, I didn't, Sergeant. If old Joe had come to town, I'd have known it. I do know two strangers arrived from Indian Creek today. You say Joe was due here. I wonder why Uncle Joe hasn't shown up. Larry, I hate to say this, but in my opinion, he never will show up. Never will show up? Why do you say that? Because I have reason to believe that your Uncle Joe Finley is dead. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Larry Finley and the constable, Sergeant Preston stated that he didn't think Larry's uncle would arrive, saying that he had reason to believe Joe was dead. Both Larry and the constable were startled by Sergeant Preston's words. The constables spoke first after a moment of tense silence. Sergeant, what makes you think that Joe Finley might be dead? If something had happened along the trail, either you or those two strangers would have found the old man. I know. Just a minute, Larry, let me explain. I found out that the two strangers at the cafe had plenty of gold. They came over that trail and arrived in Selkirk. Today, Joe was due in. That's right. I saw them spending plenty yesterday. But didn't those men tell you they knew nothing about the old man? Yes, Dave, they did. But one of them made a slip. He was the nervous one of the two. Slip? What do you mean? I asked him if they'd seen anything of an old sourdough named Finley as they came along the trail. One of them said they hadn't, and the other agreed. We mentioned him. We never even heard of Joe Finley. Had I hadn't mentioned that your uncle's first name was Joe. You think they were lying? I certainly don't. Joe told me he was carrying a large amount of gold with him. I understand he was flashing it around the cafe at Indian Creek before he left. And you think perhaps the two strangers might have followed Joe and held him up? Yes. As the snowed heavily after Joe left Indian Creek, it would be useless to try to find his trail. Now that your uncle's disappeared, Larry, it would be hard to prove anything. I have a plan that might show us if the strangers had anything to do with Joe's disappearance. Might help us locate him. Joe gave me a map showing the location of his claim, which so far hasn't been registered. He said if anything should happen to him before he got to the registry office, I was to give the map to Larry so he could register the claim. He said the claim is a very rich one. Is there a reason I think he'd be held up? No, Larry, I don't. Joe's the cautious type, that's all. How does the map enter into your plan, Sergeant? Now listen closely. Larry, this is what I want you to do. Go to the gallery and the constable listens attentively as Sergeant Preston talks. Later, Larry left the constable's office and went to the nugget cafe. He noticed that Cain, Carson, and Gill were still there. So he stood with a group near their table and spoke so they could hear what he said. It sure is funny. My Uncle Joe Finley didn't arrive in Selkirk the past day or two. I guess if he had come to town, one of you men would have seen him around. Yeah, we all know old Joe. Are you expecting any life? Yeah, who said he was supposed to come? Sergeant Preston said so. What's more, the Sergeant said Uncle Joe had a map showing the location of a mine where he'd made a strike. He intended to register his claim when he got here. Joe made a strike, huh? I reckon you'd be in on his good luck, huh, Larry? I suppose so only. I can't figure out why he didn't get here. Well, I'll wait a day or so more and then start a search for him along the trail. I have to be getting along home now. Any of you seeing Uncle Joe, let me know. All right, Larry. Cain and Gill had listened attentively to Larry's words. After he left the cafe, Cain spoke in a low voice. Thank you. Seems like we overlooked a good bet. You mean by not getting the map the old man carried? Yeah. It isn't too late either. Hey, now, wait a minute. You weren't thinking of going out there to where we left the old man, are you? Sure. Got that map on him and we might as well have it. Wait, if we showed up at the registry office here to register a claim, I know with him missing and all my... Don't be a fool. Well, wait a while. Meantime, we can head for the mine and dig out some of the gold. Come on. Let's get the dog team and head out to that reveal where we left the old man. After leaving the cafe, Larry had hidden alongside the building to watch. He saw Cain and Gill come out and hurry up the street toward their boarding house. Later, he was watching as they set out on the Indian Creek trail with their dog team. Then, Larry went on the run to tell Sergeant Preston. Sergeant, those two men fell for your trap. I waited until I saw them leaving by the Indian Creek trail. My dog team's ready. Following those two will lead to Joe Finlay. I'll go with you, Sergeant. All right, Dave. King, what's the trouble? He's been limping, Sergeant. We must have got a paw on some sharp ice. Well, let's see, boy. You'll have to arrest that paw, fella. You'd better leave King, Sergeant, until we get back. Larry, I'll leave King in your care. Take him to your cabin until we get back, will you? David, Larry King. Easy boy. Let's get going, Dave. All right, Sergeant. Sometime later, Sergeant Preston and the constable approached the place where the trail ran along the ridge. As they rounded a bend in the trail, Sergeant Preston saw a dog team stop. He spoke to the constable. Look up ahead, Dave. That must be their dog team. Yeah. But neither one of them are inside. We'll soon find out where they are. Have your gun ready. Well, just stop here and walk to the distance of their team. All right, Dave, come on. The two Mounties walked along the trail toward the crook's dog team, keeping a sharp lookout for Dillon King. And if they near the dog team, Preston stopped and pointed. Look, down in the ravine, Dave. There they are. Yeah. They're keeping around in the snow, looking for something. Yes, and I'm sure I know what they're hunting for. We'll move along the ridge to a right above them. They haven't seen us. Come on. Moving cautiously, Preston and the constable made their way to the point just above the two men in the ravine. Then Sergeant Preston called out. Dillon, are you covered? Raise your hands and stand where you are. Dane and Gill had looked up at Preston's first words, and then simultaneously they ducked behind some large snow-covered boulders. As they moved, Sergeant Preston fired. But both men below had reached cover safely. In an instant, they drew a rifle shot rang out. Dillon, Dane, quick. That bullet was close. Yes. We don't dare show ourselves over the edge of the ridge, and they're well protected by the boulders. I'll peek over. Maybe I'll see one of them. That won't do. Dave, you stay here and keep back. Every once in a while, try to get a shot at them. What are you going to do? I'm going to creep along the ridge so they can't see me. When I get around the bend, I'll find a place to get into the ravine. You hold their attention up here, understand? All right, Sergeant. Good. Keep it up. On hands and knees, Sergeant Preston moved back along the trail until he had rounded the bend and was out of sight. Then, finding a place that wasn't too steep, he started to make his way down. Behind the boulders in the ravine, Cain Carson and Gill were intently watching the ridge above them. They're still up there, Gill. Can't get to our dog team. What are we going to do? We'll outweigh them, that's what. We have a lot more protection down here from that wind. They'll have to move on before long. Then we'll hike on out of here. You're not going to hike on me, please. Drop your guns before the bill. Gill, behind us. He's got the drop-off. Drop your guns, I said. We better do like he's saying. All right, mister. There's mine. As Gill dropped his gun, Cain suddenly grabbed him and swinging Gill around as a field, he faced toward Sergeant Preston. He won't get me. Let go if he shoots, he'll hit me. Sergeant Preston stepped up behind his protecting boulder. As Gill had thrown down his gun, thought that he was a perfect target for Cain's bullet. But he couldn't fire without hitting the defenseless Gill. He saw Cain cross and aim his gun at him from behind his human shield. And Preston knew that before he could jump back behind the boulder, Cain's bullet would reach him. I'll kill that money now. Here's a chance. They came from up on the ridge. Yes, your friend moved up from behind the boulder so they grabbed you and faced this way. We haven't done anything. You had no right to trail us and shoot, Mattis. Are you back this enough to let me know you've been breaking the law? Dave, Dave, come on down here. Right down, Sergeant. Now I'll keep both of you covered until the constable gets down here. And you'll have a chance to explain your way out of this if you can. A short time later, the constable reached the group. Under Sergeant Preston's directions, he gave first aid to Cain's wounded shoulder. Take it easy. Then Preston spoke. All right, Dave. Hold your gun on these two. I'll take a look around. With pleasure. Well, what are you looking for? There's nothing down here, Sergeant. Oh? I suppose you and Cain came here to have a picnic. I think I'll turn up something before long. We'll freeze waiting around like this. Our shoulder hurts bad. Think as much as you're going to. You can talk to us there. You'd like to get us away from here, wouldn't you? Something here under the stove. Is it a penalty party, Sergeant? We don't know anything about it. Both of them, Dave. There, you see? You haven't a thing on us. Shut up. It's strange, Dave. I was certain we'd find what we expected here since we came to that spot. I like Cain said you haven't anything on us. He had no right to jump. Just a minute. Dave, look up the ravine. It looks like a thin column of smoke. It is. We'll go investigate. I have an idea we'll get proof against these two after all. Come on. Get going, you two. All right. After walking a short distance up the ravine, Preston and the others came to an old cabin practically covered by a deep snowdrift. Someone's here, all right. We'll go in. Joe Finley. Joe, you said he was Jeff. Joe, we thought you were dead. That's him, me. He robbed me. Locked me out. Come to him and ravine. Made my way to this old cabin. Got a fire going, but couldn't last much longer. You'll be all right now, Joe. We'll get you back to Soaker. Well, Dave, we have the proof we wanted against these two. We'll take them to jail for attempted murder. That evening, Sergeant Preston and the Constable were at Larry Finley's cabin with Larry and Flora. Old Joe was recuperating in the back bedroom. In the living room, Preston was saying, Well, we found your uncle Larry. Fortunately, we found him alive. It's a good thing he did live, too, that he was able to identify those two men as the ones who tried to kill him. Poor Uncle Joe. I just think he was almost murdered while he was coming here to see us. He must have had a premonition after all, Larry, when he gave me that map. You can see to it that his claims filed in the morning. Uncle Joe said we'd have half, and it sure means a lot to us. But I wouldn't have meant much if he hadn't lived to enjoy the good fortune with us. Oh, that's the way I feel about it, too. We're so thankful that you got there to save his life, Sergeant. Well, frankly, if it hadn't been for Dave's quick eye and straight shooting, your uncle would have lost his life. I might have been killed, too. Anyway, we're thankful it didn't turn out that way, believe me. Sergeant, you know, King was restless the whole time you were gone, weren't you, fellas? The King had been able to go along, and they wouldn't have had the chance to get me in a spot like that. King's glad we're back, and I'm glad to say this case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Monday's adventure. They're yours for the asking. Yes, fellas and girls, the exciting new Yukon Trail cutoff models are yours for the asking. When you ask for Quaker-puffed wheat, for Quaker-puffed rice. There's no waiting, no box tops or crates. There's no waiting, no box tops or crates. There's no waiting, no box tops or coupons. No extra cost. Your grocer now has them. The 59 Yukon Trail models come on eight different new packages of Quaker-puffed rice and Quaker-puffed wheat. The well-tasting cereals shot from guns actually exploded up to eight times normal size to make them bigger and better tasting. For instance, on package number four, you get models of the dead-touchman gold mining camp, including the mine interior, miners' shack, company tents, loose box, plus a freight-type dog sled and team, a fox, Wolverine and Husky. On package number eight, the Yukon Queen Riverboat with a paddle that actually turned. On package number one, Sergeant Preston's own cabin and the White Horse Jail that that Nelson broke out of. Every package is clearly numbered on the front. You want the complete set of eight different new Yukon Trail packages of Quaker-puffed wheat and Quaker-puffed rice. The original crisp, fresh, shot from guns cereal that is never sold in bags or boats. Start building your complete Yukon Trail right away. They're at your grocers now. Hurry. Listen Monday when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of Guardian or Jimmy. When the father of Jimmy Fox died of a heart attack, an old miner named Smokey Bates stepped in to look after the lab. Little did I know that when he let the boys sign a grub steak agreement, greedy men would set a dynamite trap for me. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Monday. These radio dramas are a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created by George W. Trendall, produced by Trendall Campbell Enterprises, 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-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, make you feel ambitious. The giant of the cereals is Quaker-oats. Hey boys and girls, do you want to be a star someday 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 wishing you good bye, good luck and good health.