 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild north-west, Quaker-pup wheat and Quaker-pup rice, the breakfast cereal shot from guns, present the challenge of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swiftness and strongest lead dog of the north-west, blazing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the north-west mounted police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. I'm King, I'm your Huskies. Gold, gold discovered in 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. Little wonder, many a He-Man Hollywood movie star goes for this breakfast. It's well-tasting Quaker-pup rice or Quaker-pup wheat with milk or cream and fruit. These King-sized, ready-to-serve, premium grains of rice or wheat pack a man-sized taste wallop. They're good for you. They're shot from guns. Yes, actually exploded up to eight times normal size to make them crisp and tender as nuts in November. Tomorrow, sure, treat yourself swell. Enjoy this breakfast treat. Eat Quaker-pup rice or Quaker-pup wheat. Ezra's sins and his wife Maggie had spent most of their lives panning for gold from Australia to Nevada and Arizona. And not once had they made a worthwhile strike. Therefore, it was with much misgiving that Maggie now past 50 listened to Ezra's excited announcement when he rushed into those shabby quarters in Arizona on a very hot day in the fall of 98. Maggie, Maggie, pack up your things. We're pulling out of this digging. Cool off, Ezra, and don't start telling me somebody's made a strike. I'm not interested. But Maggie, this is a real gold strike. It'll be bigger than the one made in 49. I told you before I've gone on my last gold rush. Oh, Maggie. Ezra, I'm getting too old to chase the rainbow. We're both past 50 and we spent our lives looking for gold and precious little wheat found. But Maggie, 50 and a little past, that's not old. We're bound to make a strike someday if we just keep at it. You told me that 30 years ago in Sydney when I married you. You told me we'd spend our winters in the Alps and our summers in Spain when you made your strike. And from that day on, all I've ever seen is deserts, hot-burning deserts, Australia, Africa, Arizona. If I hadn't been a God-fearing man, Ezra, I'd sure be scared of eternity come judgment day. Oh, all right, Maggie, I guess you're right. At our age, I suppose there's no sense in adding the Yukon to our trail of lost hope. You're right. Where'd you say? The Yukon. That's where they just struck gold. The Yukon? No. Iceberg 60 below zero. What's the matter, Maggie? You look like you're in a trance. Oh, Ezra, why didn't you say for the Yukon in the first place? Why didn't you say it wasn't a strike in another desert, another hot-burning desert? You mean you'd like snow and ice and 60 below? After 40 years of hot-burning deserts, the Yukon sounds like heaven to me. Ezra, we're going on that gold strike. Ah! Ezra and Maggie Sims did join the rush to the Yukon where they staked a claim a few miles from Indian River and built a cabin. In less than six months, they took out more gold than they had found in their lifetime search for the yellow metal. When they had carefully weighed and sacked an estimated quarter million dollars, Ezra put his arm around his wife and kissed her. He had not forgotten the lavish promises he had made to her 30 years before, promises that had not been fulfilled. Maggie, I promised you anything you want. Diamonds, fine clothes, travel to far-off places. Now, Maggie, may Darden just name it, and I'll see you get it. Ah, you're sweet, Ezra. Yes, you are. You've put up with my complaining for a long time. I know I used to pine for far-off places like Switzerland and Spain, but that's all over. How do you mean, Maggie? I don't want to go anywhere now. I've found the place I've been looking for all the time. It's right here in the Yukon. To me, it's heaven for a big slice of it. Well, to tell the truth, I feel the same way about it. I like it here, too. But, Matt, how about them other things I promised you? Diamonds, fine clothes, tell me what you want, Maggie, darling. No matter what it costs, I'll get it. Well, there's something I want all right. Yeah? I want them more than anything else. That string of pearls we saw in that fancy store in Frisco, huh? No, Ezra. It's not pearls I want. Then what is it? I want eggs. What? Regular, everyday eggs. I haven't tasted an egg since we left Honoka. Now, just a minute, Maggie. I dream about eggs. I'm that hungry for them. But, Maggie... Yes, Ezra? A dozen eggs would make me the happiest woman in the Yukon. Maggie Sims, do you know what eggs are selling for in Dawson? I don't care what they're selling for. We can pay for them and I want them. But they're selling for $100 a piece, Maggie. $100 for an egg. Oh, you promised me you'd buy me anything of wanted, Ezra. Yes, I know I did. It's eggs I want and it's eggs I'm going to get. Oh, Maggie, $100 for an egg. A cold-story egg. Two days later, a fast-border launch nosed into the landing at Porcupine, a lumber camp located on the upper reaches of the Indian River. From the seclusion of a drying shed, two bearded men in lumberjack garb watched the lone occupant of the boat make fastest craft. Pick up a heavy leather bag and make his way toward a small frame building, which was the company's office. Well, Puggan, this is what we've been waiting for. He's a fame master. And the payroll's in that bed he's carrying, Puddy. $10,000 in gold. Yeah. Now, we'll let him get inside. He'll have to check over things with the clerk. It'll give us time to make sure nobody follows us. But how do you mean, Puddy? There's two company boats down there, not counting the launch he came up river in. Then when we grab the payroll, we'll take launch. Now, come on. Make sure they don't see you. The pay master, Cliff Winters, completed his checking with a clerk, Bill Boyd, who also served as the company's telegrapher. Then he reached into the leather bag and brought out a circular of hand-bill size. Where's the bulletin board, Bill? Just outside the door, Cliff. What do you got there? Orders from the head office? Oh, it's a hand-bill. Sergeant Preston gave me just that left Dawson. Pictures and descriptions of a couple of men went up for robbery. Asked me to post it on the camp bulletin board in case they came around here. Let me see it. Sure. Look it over. They might drop in on you one of these days. Wanted for robbery. Fuzzy Walters and punkin' Adams. Hey, Cliff, those guys are on our payroll. They were hired as lumberjacks less than a week ago. Bill, are you sure of that? Of course. Here's our pictures on the hand-bill. I couldn't be wrong. Where are they now? Let me take a look at the worksheet. Yeah, they're up at number 2 Sawmill. It's very minute. About a mile back from the river. We'd better wire Preston right away for instructions. Apple says they're dangerous. Okay. But we've got some tough lumberjacks, too. We can take them into custody. Let me get to that telegraph key. Won't take long to get to Preston. Bill Boyd sent the message. And a few minutes later, the telegraph instrument began to click out Preston's reply. The telegrapher copied it on the back of the hand-bill. What's he say, Bill? Here it is, really. Take prisoners into custody. We'll start up river immediately. Take them off your hands. Congratulations. Signed Preston, Sergeant NWMP. Now, Cleo, lock up the office, and then pick up a couple of tough lumberjacks and go after that pair. Right. Got a gun, haven't you? Sure. How about you? I'll get it. Sure in the desk. Now I'll put the payroll in the safe. Let that bag along, Mr. Get your hands up. Hey, get them up and keep them there. Keep them covered while I tie them up. Hey, go ahead. I'll watch them. It took pumpkin, but a few moments to bind the two company men with a line he had taken from one of the boats he and fuzzy holders had scuttled. As he finished, fuzzy said, I'll pick up that bag and let's get out of here. Hey, where'd this come from? Yeah, what's the matter? Take a look at this. A law circular with our pictures. Now, you guys explain that. Where'd you get it? Oh, shut up, punk. They'd lie about it. We ain't got time to bother with them. They'll telegraph Dawson. No, they won't. A wire parallels the river. While we get downstream a few miles, we'll cut the wire. That'll stop that. Yeah. Nobody will find them for a couple of hours at least. I'll pick up the bag and let's shovel off. Right. With their boats scuttled and the telegraph line cut, we'll make a clean getaway. Hey, you bet we will. Now let's get that launch didn't get out of here. All right, pumpkin, get in the boat. Yeah. You take the teller. I'll turn over the motor. Let her go, pumpkin. There she is. Now hang on. Here we go. While fuzzy Walters and pumpkin Adams headed the paymaster to launch downstream, Sergeant Preston and his great dog, King, were boarding their own patrol boat moored at the landing in Dawson. All right, boy. Get out of the way now. The bounty was about to start the motor when he heard a familiar voice calling his name. Hey, Sergeant. Sergeant Preston. Well, hello there, Reswell. Howdy, Sergeant. Hello, King. I didn't know you were in Dawson. Where's Maggie? Up on the claim, Sergeant. Are you going up the river? Yes. King and I are bound for the lumber camp at Porcupine going after a couple of prisoners. Could you take me along as far as my getting off place? Well, I certainly as well. Glad to have you. Come aboard. Well, that's quite nice. I don't sure feel a lot safer than if I went back for trail. Safer? Yep. I'm carrying a fortune. I'll want to get robbed before I get back to Maggie. I wondered why you were carrying a gun. I never saw you with one before. Nobody's going to get my fortune without a fight. No, sir. Not after I trudged all the way to Dawson to get it. People usually bring gold to Dawson. Not take it away. This ain't gold, Sergeant. Oh? Nope. It's eggs. Cold-story eggs. Reswell, do you mean to say you've been buying eggs at Dawson, Sergeant? A hundred dollars an egg, and I've got a dozen of them. You must like eggs. Oh, no. But I do love Maggie, and she wanted them. I see. Well, Reswell, we'll get the motor started, and you can tell me all about as we head up river. Meanwhile, Fuzzy Walters and Pumpkin Adams had traveled several miles down river to a point where the telegraph line closely paralleled the shore. Fuzzy maneuvered the launch into the mud bank and waited while Pumpkin went ashore and cut the wires. A few moments later, he returned, confident that the last obstacle to their escape had been eliminated. Well, Fuzzy, that takes care of the telegraph line. They won't get a message through to Dawson today. Oh, they won't, eh? Come here and look at this. What's the matter? We didn't see what was on the back of this handbill. Read it. Take prisoners in custody. We'll start up river immediately to take them off your hand. Congratulations. Preston! Oh, they smoke. That means a paymaster in the clerk had already spotted us and wired Preston and Dawson. He's probably heading up river right now. Yeah, you bet he is. It's a lucky thing I took another look at that handbill. We wouldn't be expecting to run into him, but he'd be laying for us. What do we do, Fuzzy? Sink this launch right here, where it'll never be found. Then we'll take the money and head east into the hills. We'll continue our story in just a moment. Say, tomorrow morning you'll go for this family breakfast treat. I mean crisp, tender, swell-tasting Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat. They're ready to serve cereal shot from gun. What goes out here? Stop it! Me, big Indian chief, me on Warpath. On the Warpath? Well, look, chief, not now, not here. You, pale face, you start shooting. Oh, look, chief, I wasn't shooting honest. That shooting you just heard was just me explaining about the keenest-tasting breakfast ever, namely Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat. You see, chief, we load huge guns with choice, sun-ripened premium grains of rice or wheat. Then these guns are exploding. Out come big, giant grains eight times normal size. They're magnified, glorified, crispified. That's why Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat are bigger and better tasting. For breakfast or for lunch or supper, you just pour out a bowlful right from the package and add milk or cream and top with fruit. And what's more, Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat are good for you. They furnish extra food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and iron. Well, chief, how about it? Me trade bow and arrow for a gun that shoots Quakerpuff rice, Quakerpuff wheat. Add a boy, but look, that's not necessary. You can get rice or wheat shot from guns at your grocers. And, chief, here's a tip. It's never sold in bags or bulk. Always buy the big red and blue Quaker package. Me walk milder trading post for package any day. Fellows and girls, remember, that famous big red and blue package with a smiling Quaker man on the front is your guarantee that you're getting this swell breakfast treat, the one and only Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat. And now to continue our story. Fuzzy and Pumpkin opened the petcock in the bottom of the launch and waited until the boat was parsed full of water. Then Fuzzy wadded up the identification poster and tossed it to the slanting deck. Okay, Pumpkin, get ashore with that bag of money. Here you go. All right, here I come. Now, let's shove her off the mud so she'll sink in deep water, all right? All right. There. Yeah, we got her off just in time. She's sinking. Yeah, won't be long before she goes down to Davy Jones' locker. Yeah, pick up the bag and let's get going. All right, I don't like this idea heading into the hills without supply. Yeah, I got them somewhere. Don't worry about it. Now Preston and his dog will get sore eyes looking for us on the river. It was mid-summer and the winding valley of Indian River was a reflection of its resplendent glory. Swans sail leisurely overhead as the patrol boat with Sergeant Preston, Ezra Sims and King knows steadily upstream. King seemed to be enjoying the trip most of all, barking defiantly at the swans overhead and the flocks of mallards that glided gracefully out of his range on the surface of the river. Presently, Sergeant Preston pointed a finger at some multicolored splotches floating on the water. See those splotches of color on the water, Ezra? Yeah, Sergeant, I've just been looking at them myself. What are they? Oil. Where'd oil come from? Some passing boat, very likely. When a boat engine gets old, starts wasting oil. Yeah, I guess that's it. How can you know you can't catch one of them ducks? Hey, take off before you can get loose. It's not a duck he's interested in. Something floating on the water ahead there. Oh, yes, I see it. He's going to try to grab it as it floats by. Careful there, King. Don't fall off, boy. He's got it. Good boy, King. Having retrieved a bit of flotsam, King turned proudly toward his master to exhibit his prize. So you want me to see it, eh, Father? Very well. Let's have it. It's a watered-up paper, that's all it is. Hasn't been in the water long. Not very wet. What? Wonder where this came from. What's the matter? What is it? This stumps me, Ezra. It's a police poster describing the two prisoners I'm going up river to gut. Let's see. I sent that poster to the lumber camp at Porcupine. Paymaster took it. How do you know it's the same one? They were only printed yesterday. It's the only one I sent out of town. Sergeant, there's something written here on the back. Huh? That's it. What? There's a telegraph up there this morning saying to take them in in custody and I'd be up to get them. But, well, I'll be dead blamed. And we're miles from that there lumber camp. Yes, I know we are. You can't understand it. Now ain't that just my luck? What do you mean? Just when things start to get mystifying and exciting, I've got to get off. Oh, I forgot you're not going all the way with King and me. Wish I was. But if you were pulling the shore where the bank slopes down yonder, I'll head cross country and get home to Maggie. Your cabin's about seven miles from the river, isn't it, Ezra? Yeah, it's about eight. I'll be home in time for Maggie to have her eggs for supper. Cold storage eggs worth four times her weight in duals. I hope she enjoys them. Well, she better. As the launch nosed into the muddy bank and the miner prepared to step ashore, the king bowled ahead of him and began sniffing the ground. Take it easy, Ezra. Don't slip and break those eggs. You bet I'll be careful. Hey, Sergeant. Here in the mud, somebody's pushed in here with a boat today. Huh? Ah, you're right. There's the marks of the prowl. And a lot of footprints in the mud, too. That's not all, Ezra. Look over there. Coming to the surface of the river, the boat sunk there. I'll be damned blessed. Now, what do you make of that, Sergeant? I don't know, Ezra. Completely bewildered by their rapid discoveries, both men looked at each other for an answer. For a moment, the sergeant's eyes turned toward the shore, as if he expected to see someone who might explain the strange set of circumstances. Presently, he pointed to a telegraph pole. Look over there, Ezra. I think I have the answer. Well, what is it? I don't see nothing. The telegraph line's been cut. Well, I'll be damned if it hasn't. Now, who in thundered scuttle a boat and cut the telegraph line? I think I can answer that. Where's the police poster king got out of the river? Oh, it's right there on the deck behind you. Oh, yes, I see it. Take this line and make the launch fast, will you? Yeah, sure. I'll fix it. That'll do. What are you going to do with that handbill? I'll show you. Hicking. Easy now, fella. Don't get excited. Get a scent of this paper. There now. What's king up to now? Watch him. Why, he's sniffing them treks. I thought that was it. Follow them, king. Say, look at him go. By who and thunder do you suppose he's after? It's my guess. He's after Fuzzy Walters and Pumpkin Adams. But you said they were prisoners at Porcupine. When I left Dawson, I presumed they were. Something must have gone wrong now. Come on, Ezra. Just follow king. Yeah, he's s**t to wait while we catch up with him. You may see some excitement after all. Coming, king! It was nearing sundown when Fuzzy Walters and Pumpkin Adams emerged from the heavy timber into a clearing. For nearly a mile, they had been guided there by a thin column of smoke that slid upward into the windless sky. If don't we find a cabin at the bottom of that streak of smoke? You were right. There it is, Fuzzy. What are you gonna say if they start asking questions? You leave that to me. I've been thinking of a good story. Be quiet. Knock on the door instead of calling out. Yeah, I will. Howdy, man. Goodness alive. I was wondering if that was my Ezra. Back from Dawson already. Figured he must have grown wings to get back before tomorrow. What can I do for you? Well, we had a little accident back there on the river. I wondered if you could help us out. Accident, you say? Yeah. Me and my partner here were traveling by canoe. We put a shore to look over some mining possibilities and the current caught the canoe and swept it downstream. With about everything we had there are names. A grub and a mining equipment, you know. Oh, now that's too bad. We saw the smoke from your cabin so we thought you could fix us up with supplies to last us a few days. Of course we'll pay you well. We don't expect it for nothing. Of course. Oh, now, now. I wouldn't think of taking money from prospectors who've had a streak of bad luck. I know what that means. Me and Ezra have mined all our lives and we've had plenty of bad luck. Now you just come right in here and make yourselves at home. Well, that's mighty nice of you, ma'am. I was just getting supper ready and I reckon there's plenty for all three of us. It sure smells good, ma'am. And after supper, I'll pack your bag with supplies the last a week. We have ample for ourselves. Sit down, won't you? Oh, thank you, ma'am. I'm sure Ty. Must be all of ten miles from the river to here. It's seven, but carrying a big bag like the one you've got makes it seem long. Yes, it sure does. Well, you just rest your feet while I go in the kitchen and put two more plates on the table. And I'll warm up some more vitals so there'll be plenty to go around. Hey, pumpkin. Yeah, puppy? Do you see what I see here on this table? Let's see. Gold. Raw gold. Someone's been weighing it up. They must have plenty to scatter it around like this. You ain't lying. What do we do, puppy? Grab the old lady, tie her up and then search the shack. That's my guess. We'll find it right over there. You mean them loose stones in the fireplace? Yeah, I saw them when I first came in. I'll get a sheet off that bed in the corner, rip it and use it to tie up the old gal. Yeah. I'll put her in that sheet. Grab her. Come here, you. Oh, you've been poking. Hurry, Percy, help me. All right. It took but a few moments to subdue Maggie Sims and tie her to a chair. And it took less time to remove the loose stones in the fireplace. Behind them, Fuzzy and Pumpkin found two sacks of gold dust and nuggets. There must be all of $50,000 in gold there. All of it. Added to what we got in the bag, we can retire, Fuzzy. The mountains will get you. You all know about it if they do, old lady. And you're not going to tell them anything. You're not going to kill me. Dead folks don't tell tales. Pumpkin, yank that tick off the bed and rip it open. Why don't you shoot her? I want this to look like an accident. Now, yank off that tick. Yeah. There. Put in the bag while I strike a match and set fire to the strong tick. Yeah. Oh, you murdering palmon. There you are. If your old man comes home tomorrow, you'll find nothing but ashes. There'll be no evidence and we've done it. Come on, Fuzzy. That bed tick is burning fast. Let's get out of here. Come back here. Come back. See you again. Come this one day, baby. Open the door. I can't see her. Get them things. Get some money. Put your hands up. Maggie. Shoot him, Fuzzy. Shoot him. No, you don't. Now, give me that gun. I quit here. Here's my gun. Ezra, get that burning bed sticking out of here. She's tied up. Get that bedding out before the cabin catches fire. Obeying Sergeant Preston's command, Ezra Sims dragged the burning bedding to the door and kicked it into the yard, as King and the sergeant stood guard over Fuzzy Walters and Punk and Adams. Then together they freed Maggie from her bonds and the cabin rapidly cleared of smoke. Half an hour later, Sergeant Preston and Ezra entered the kitchen to find Maggie cooking supper, as if nothing had happened. Maggie. The environments confessed everything. They'd held up the lumber company this morning. They're handcuffed to the bed for the time being, Maggie. King's standing guard over them. We can all thank our lucky stars, a king-pound mat handbill floating on the river. If he hadn't, I'd been burned to a crisp by now. Hey, you be careful with them eggs, Maggie. Don't burn them to a crisp. Them things cost a hundred dollars each. It cost a damn sight more than that, Ezra. With your skirmishing around, you busted eight of them. Oh, my. $1,200 for four eggs. That's high-priced eating, but it's going to be worth it. You're cooking all four at one time? Fourth and. Just one apiece. One apiece? Me, you, and Sergeant Preston, that's only three. Who's the other four? King, of course. Oh, sure, now. After what King did for me today, he's going to get the best in the house. Here, King, come and get it right. How about it, Sergeant Preston? Wouldn't you say King had earned his supper? Why, yes, Maggie. I guess he has. Thanks to King, this case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Friday's adventure. Say, if you can't make up your mind which you like best, Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice, here's what you do. Don't miss out on either kind of these delicious, ready-to-serve serials. Always keep a supply of both kinds on hand. Eat Quakerpuff wheat one time, Quakerpuff rice the next. Wheat or rice shot from guns is never sold in bags or bulk. Be sure to look for Big Red and Blue Quaker Package. That's the only way to get the original, crisp, fresh Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, produced by George W. Trendle, 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 Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice, the breakfast cereal shot from guns. Listen, Friday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of the killer. On one of my trips to Dawson, I heard whispered talk that led me to believe men were planning an illegal dog fight. I asked Kenny, a boy of 12, to help me verify my hunch. I should never have done that because Kenny came within a hair's breadth of losing his life in his efforts to aid the law. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Friday for our delicious hot breakfast, eat Quaker Oats. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Yes, the giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Delicious, nutritious, makes you feel ambitious. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Say, 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. Still less than one penny is serving. Quaker and Mother's Oats are the same. This is J. Michael wishing you good bye, good luck and good health. Some Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice. So long. This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.