 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, Quakerpup wheat and Quakerpup rice, the breakfast cereal shot from guns, present the challenge of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swiftness and strongest lead dog of the northwest, blazing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest mountain police In his way, let the pursuit of lawbreakers Untame them, clondon new huskies! Gold, gold discovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the clondike in the wild race for riches. Back to the days of the gold rush, with Quakerpup wheat and Quakerpup rice, bringing you the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his Wonder Dog Yukon King as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. Here's your last chance, fellows and girls. Absolutely your last chance to hear about the Quakerpup wheat and Quakerpup rice, terrific new offer. Send for your official challenge of the Yukon secret two-way signal light tonight. Imagine owning your own pocket-sized flashing signal light for sending secret codes and messages to your friends. This amazing signal light is like a special kind of flashlight. It works two ways. It actually flashes out beams of red light or beams of green light. Yes, it's the keenest new invention you've ever seen for signaling or for sending messages. You'll hear about it later on in today's program. Jim Reardon broke out of jail in Bristol City. It was four hours later when Sergeant Preston got the facts from Constable Morgan. I was just about to start out hunting for him, Sergeant Preston, when I saw you and your dog heading for my office. You've been a long time getting started. I know, but you see, I was on a hunting trip. The fool guard should have started looking for Reardon right away when he saw that he'd escaped. Instead, he came hunting for me. I see. Maybe King can get the scent and follow the trail. I remember Jim Reardon. He seemed like a fairly decent young fellow. He's a bank robber. That was proved? It was proved beyond the shadow of a doubt. He stole cash from the bank and stole a wallet and watch from Banker Durbin's desk. I did, eh? Yep. We found the wallet and some of the cash in Jim's cabin. I guess he must have buried the rest of the loot, including the gold watch. Well, with the way of the cell, Constable, I can find the scent and maybe be able to tag him down. King got Jim Reardon's scent from a few belongings the fugitive had left behind. Then, at the head of Sergeant Preston's dog team, the great husky followed Reardon's trail. And King followed Reardon's trail. The trail of the fugitive ended abruptly at a narrow creek that cut across Sergeant Preston's path. Okay. Here, King lost the scent of the man he had been following. Can't think of his scent, eh, King? Never mind, fellow. It's all right. Come on, bud. Preston and his sled and dogs forwarded the swift running creek and then continued north until they reached the isolated cabin of a dignified white-haired physician named Siebert. The elderly doctor welcomed the Sergeant and King. Dark, I'm looking for a man named Jim Reardon. He escaped from jail in Bristol City and he's traveling without supplies. Yeah, he can't go far without food. Well, he might start here to borrow some from you. No, Sergeant. I haven't seen anything of him. I see. And he may try to get supplies from Sandy Danvers. Well, if he does, I feel sorry for him. And Sandy has a reputation for being miserly. I like Sandy, but I must admit that he's a skin-flint. However, I suppose he's within his rights. In a country like this, Dark, no man has the right to turn away travelers in search of food and shelter. That's true. Very true, Sergeant. Sandy's set in his ways. Well, we shall go on. One, King. Sorry, you can't stay a while, Sergeant. We'll see you again. Bye, Dark. Goodbye, and I hope that you get your man. Do my best. All right, King, up front. Sergeant Preston decided to go on and inquire at Sandy Danvers' cabin instead of going back to the creek to look for a trail. King, up! Sandy Danvers' cabin was some miles north of Dr. Siebert's place. And Jim Reardon was heading for that cabin. But two other men pushed through the snow with the same destination. Their names were Harry Jenkins and Jed Tarbell. They knocked on the door of the most inhospitable man in the Yukon. Well, what do you want? Sir, we're trying to get to Jericho Flats north of here. But we found that the bridge is down up at the canyon. We can't get across. Yeah, I saw you pass up here yesterday. Head north. Figured you'd be back. How can we get to the Flats? You've got to cut west and go around the end of the canyon. Well, that being the case, we're going to need some food. How about letting us have some grub? Listen, I gave the two of you information for free. But that's all I'll give you. We want supplies, and we're going to get them. A grub? A holdup? We're going to give it some grub, or do you want us to help ourselves? I'll show you, you can't... No, you don't move! Harry, you brought that gun barrel down hard enough to crack his skull. Yeah, you had it coming. I'll drag him inside the cabin and we'll close the door. All right. Yeah, I'll see what I can find to eat. Harry, come here. Yeah, what's wrong? I don't like the looks of this old timer. He's not moving at all. He'll come too pretty soon. He just knocked out, that's all. He's knocked out all right. Permanent. Huh? You mean he's dead? See for yourself. Yeah, turn over here. I guess you're right. What do we do, Harry? Where does that door over there lead to? How do I know? I guess it's a wood shed. And we'll put the body in there. The two killers dragged the body into a small outer room that served as a wood shed. Now let's get some meat. I'm hungry enough to eat raw. I'm glad we got him out of sight. I wouldn't feel right if I had to look at a corpse while I was here. Yeah, you're too scooting me, Chet. Come on, you can help me wrestle up some grub. After seeing Jenkins kill Sandy Danvers with a single blow, Jed Tarbell was nervous. He spilled flour and salt as he used them to make sourdough biscuits. But the smell of cooking food soon dissipated his uneasiness. By the time the two were ready to eat, the neatly kept cabin was dirty and disorderly. They wolfed a substantial meal, then packed supplies and prepared to travel. You know the country west of here, Harry? Yeah. We pick up a trail right through the timber over there. Turns toward the canyon about a mile from Doc Seepert's place. Two days of walking ahead of us. Let's see how much daylight we got left. I can tell by the sky how much daylight we got left. Come on. This watch keeps time down to the second. Yeah, so you've said 50 times since you got it. It's downright handsome. Put it in your pocket and keep it there. The other trouble to you is you're sorry you didn't get your hands on it before I did. If I had, I wouldn't be Jughead enough to carry it. Derban's initials on it, somebody's sure to recognize it. Did you clean out the old man's money chest? I didn't leave a thing in it. Come on, Harry. Someone from Bristol City might come by here and see us leaving this place. We don't get going. Nobody in Bristol City has a thing on us. We left there with a clean slate. Things that that young fellow was so handy for Frayman. Well, I'll say I'll feel better when we're away from here. Yeah, I'm with you. It's snowing. Yeah, tracks will be covered. Now nobody will know we were here. Go out, let's go. A short time after Jed Tarbell and Harry Jenkins left the isolated cabin, Jim Reardon halted his dogs in front of it and walked toward the door. Jim had been awake all night for the break making his plans. He had traveled hard since escaping from jail and hoped to get a meal and be able to rest at the cabin. As he waited for the door to open, Jim looked over his shoulder nervously. Then he knocked again. And finally he opened the cabin door. Anyone here? Jim Reardon sat on the bunk. His intention had been to lean back and rest a moment. But he forgot his worryness as he looked about the cabin. He noticed the dishes and food still on the table. He saw the shelves that had been ram-sacked and the empty cash box with its broken lock. With his gun drawn, Jim moved to the door of the wood shed and opened it. He moved quickly to Sandy Danvers' side. Maybe he's not dead. Maybe he's just knocked out of all the town-founded luck. That old timer, I can't do anything for you. If anybody finds me here, I'm likely to get strung up for murder. I'll have to risk it. I gotta get food and some rest. In spite of the snowfall, it covered all tracks. The great dog king caught the scent of Jim Reardon and his dogs outside Sandy Danvers' cabin, even though the fugitives' dogs were out of sight. Sensing death, the mighty husky was uneasy. Sergeant Preston noticed his plaintive whimpering. What's wrong, King? Now we'll go in and see Sandy. How'd you reach for your gun, Preston? Jim Reardon. Right. Music, King. Hold it, boy. King's reaction to the young fugitive who held the gun on Sergeant Preston was instinctive. But Preston's command silenced his groves. Listen, Preston, stay out of here. Why? Because... because if you turn around and get out of here, now you won't get hurt. I'll hold my fire if you'll get on your sled and start traveling. What if I don't get on my sled? Then you're asking for whatever happens. Where's Danvers? Well, maybe he's hotting or something. What are you looking for, Preston? I told you Danvers isn't here. I believe that if he were here, you wouldn't be. Neither Sergeant Preston nor Jim Reardon had noticed King edging his way over to the door to the woodshed. A great husky snipped at the crack between the floor and the door. Then Sergeant Preston turned. What is it, boy? Preston, stay away from that door. I'm warning you. Don't open it. Then back, Jim. I've got you covered. Shoot me and before you turn around, King will get you. If you make a move to shoot him, I'll have time to put my own gun into play. Stop that gun, Jim. That's better. Now I've got your gun, and I'm going to find out why you were so anxious to keep me from opening that door. You open it, Jim. Remember, I'm right behind you. I know what I'm thinking. But Sergeant Preston, I didn't do it. I didn't kill him. You've got to believe me. Open the door, Jim. Danvers. He's dead. He was dead when I got here. He was laying right there. That's some mighty thin story, Jim. It's the truth. I didn't kill him. Only I know you'll never believe an escaped jailbird. Go on. Take me back to Bristol City and charge me with murder. There's nothing I can say or do to make you believe me, but I tell you, I'm innocent. You've got the wrong man. I didn't kill Sandy Danvers. We'll continue our story in just a moment. This is it. Today's the day. This is absolutely the last day. Yes, the very last day. We can tell you how to send for your official challenge of the Yukon's secret two-way signal light for sending codes and messages. It's now or never. So act fast to get this amazing new signal light. It's like a special kind of flashlight. It's new, it's different, it's mystified. It's two-way. That is, this flashing signal light sends out beams of red light or beams of green light. Think of it. It works two ways. It flashes either red or green. And it works for the simple flick of your finger. Imagine owning this amazing invention made specially for you for signaling and sending your own codes and messages to your friends. 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After finding Sandy Danvers body, Sergeant Preston spent several minutes looking around the cabin while Jim Reardon and escaped prisoner from the jail in Bristol City watched him nervously. Finally, Preston said, Jim, how long have you been here? Long enough to get a little sleep, get my dogs out of sight and eat a meal. You were pretty careless preparing your meal, weren't you? Flowers spilled on the floor. I didn't spill it. Someone walked through the flower footprint in it. Come here, Jim. Put your foot here. You see, my footprint isn't as big as this one here. Or as small as this one. Two men were here. How have you all? They must have had a meal in the middle of here. Cashbox broken open. That was open. Lock was smashed. Jim, what's the matter? No, no. I feel sort of sick all of a sudden. Now look here, Jim, if this is a trick. No, no, no trick. Here, let me get you to the bunker. No, no, it's come over me. I'm stopping. Now let's have a look at you. Jim Reardon's face drained of color. Sergeant Preston examined him and left King on guard while he went out to his sled for his medicine kit. When he returned, Jim tried to set up. What's come over me, Sergeant? Can you fix me up? I think so. Lie back on the pillow. I'll give you some medicine. I can't understand. Sergeant Preston poured some medicine from a bottle and Jim swallowed it. Then the mouth he said. Jim, you've been poisoned. What? The food you ate here must have been poisoned. That means that I'm finished, huh? No, you'll be all right in a few minutes. But the men who killed Sandy ate the same food you did. They'll be as sick as you are. And they'll feel mighty bad. Then they go to Dark Seabird for help. Jim, do you feel well enough to travel? As long as I don't have to stand up, I can make it. You're right on my sled. We've got to hurry. If possible, I want those cooks before they get to Dark's place. Sergeant Preston rearranged the supplies he carried in his sled to make room for Jim Reardon to recline as comfortably as possible. Then he covered Jim with furs. Meanwhile, Harry Jenkins and Jed Tarbell were about two miles from Dark Seabird's cabin when the effects of the poisoned food hit them. They forgot that their destination was Jericho Flats. Desperate for help, they made their way slowly to the doctor's cabin. There, the old man examined each of them. Doc, can you do anything for us? We're going to die. Oh, Doc, you two have been poisoned. I'm poisoned. What's more, I know how you got poisoned. You must be wrong, Doc. We just ate some caribou steak, some biscuits, beans, and coffee. We didn't have nothing that was poisoned. You stole what you ate from Sandy Danvers. Doc, we don't know Danvers. Sandy has often told me that anybody who steals food from him would pay for it. They'd pay by being mighty sick and miserable. Sandy hid the food from self and his dogs. What's in plain sight in his place isn't fit to eat. You two are paying for eating it right now. Doc, we can talk things over later. Stop, John. Give us whatever you can to make us better. I'll fix you up. But as soon as you're able to travel, I'm taking the two of you back to Sandy's place. Then you can square yourselves with him. When they learned they were not fatally sick, the fears of the two killers vanished, and they were silent as they swallowed the medicines the doctor prepared. Several hours passed. Then Doc Siebert glanced at the gold watch on the table and said, Well, I calculate that you two are feeling well enough to travel now. Get your pockets on. I told you I'm taking you back to Sandy's place, and that's where you're going. We can't go back there. Don't worry, we're not. Oh, yes you are. We're starting right now. That's old class, Doc. A gun. Why, you little headed fools? What's the idea of threatening me? This is no threat, Doc. We mean business. Well, Harry, let him have it. You're crazy. You're out of your heads if you're willing to commit murder just to cover up a robbery. We've got more than a robbery to cover. We can't let you live to squeal on us. More than a robbery? Yeah. You see, Doc, Danvers dead. Dead? That's right. Oh, my. You hadn't tipped your hand by telling us you knew we stopped at his place. Maybe we could let you live, but now... Harry, hold on a minute. What? Somebody's coming. Thank heavens. Who is it, Dad? A sled and dog king. Come on, Doc. Take a look. You know who it is? Doc Siebert squinted as he looked through the window. First, he saw a seemingly lifeless form wrapped in furs on the sled. Then, Doc recognized Sergeant Preston running beside the sled in its grim cargo. Sergeant Preston? Preston, now they... He'll deal with you two. Harry, I've heard about Preston and his lead dog. Yeah, so have I. Looks like a body on that sled. Hey, he must have found Danvers. Then he trailed us here from Danvers' cabin. How could he have followed us? The snow covered our tracks. Most likely the dog got our scent in the cabin. That dog's smart. I'm not aiming to tangle with a dog. What are you gonna do? Now, you leave it to me. Keep that cover while I deal with Preston. Sergeant Preston halted his sled and was about to approach the cabin when Harry Jenkins opened the door and called. Hold it, Preston. Never mind who I am. All you have to do is follow orders. Stop that dog, Preston. What if I don't? My partner's inside. He's holding a gun on Doc Siebert. If you give me any argument, you'll let Doc have it. Hey, Jed, put a shot through the window just to let Preston know how things stand. Right. Hey, boys, hold it. That's better. Now you tie that dog to the sled. I came to my sled? Yeah. And unless you want something to happen to Doc, you better make sure they're not told. And kill us any more, Sergeant Preston. Don't you do it. What about it, Preston? Still in. I'll tie him to the sled. Yeah, I thought you'd be sensible. First, I'll take your gun. Sergeant Preston allowed Harry Jenkins to disarm him, then taking a length of strong rope from the sled he tied him securely. In spite of the big dog's protest, the Mountie tested the knots to be sure they would hold. I'm sure that dog does whatever you tell him. What about it? Tell him he needs to stay right there. He's not to try to get loose. Oh, it's not to hold. I can see that. Well, he might get ideas that you and the rope apart. Talk so I can hear you. You ought to stay here, fella. What's your next move? Your next move is into the cabin. And if you figure to try any tricks, forget it. Now get going. Sergeant Preston, why don't you pull a gun and let him have it? They'll kill both of us. Then shoot King and make a clean getaway. Take it easy, Doc. Easy? How in town can I take it easy? If I had any sense, I'd have let the two of them suffer after stealing food from Sandy Danvers. They came here and forced you to treat them for poison, eh? They didn't force me to treat them. It wasn't till they got to feeling better and I was ready to take them back to Sandy's place that they pulled a gun on me. Too bad you had to come along just when you did, Preston. Without a gun and your dog to help you, you're pretty helpless, aren't you, Mountie? I've heard a lot about you, Preston. I think you're overrated. I've never heard of you, too. What are your names? Dan still, Preston. Don't get ideas of reaching for that chair and making a sudden throw. That's what he was going to do here, eh? I could see that. You're desperate, aren't you, Mountie? You're corner like a rat. Stopped. This is the end of the trail for you. And I'll bet a lot of men that give their souls to get you in this spot. Look at them clothed, they yellow-libered cowards. You should have heard them whine and crawl when they had stomach aches. They were so smart then. Lying on the sled bundle in furs, Jim Reardon had heard the conversation between Harry Jenkins and Sergeant Preston. He had scarcely dared to move as the Mountie-tied king and entered the cabin. Jim waited several seconds after the door closed. Then he cautiously pulled aside the furs that covered his face, raised himself to a sitting position. Looks like your master's in a bad way, King. Preston ought to have a knife in this bag. Quiet boy, don't make a sound now. I'm over here. This hiding knife will do. King, let me get that rope. I'll have you free in a minute. After you, we'll shoot Doc. You won't get away with it. Kill me and another officer will take my place. You'll never get out of the Yukon alive. We'll set fire to the cabin and nobody'll ever know how Marty was in here. I wouldn't count on that if I were you. He's tall and hairy. Yeah, I know he is. He won't stall any longer. Harry Jenkins was about to shoot when the door of the cabin suddenly flew open. A gray streak of fury leaked through the open door and struck the killer squarely. The stunning force of King's attack sent Jenkins sprawling to the floor. For the same instance, Sergeant Preston went into action. I'll get you, Preston. Are you done? You're not going to fall with one blow, Sergeant. Get away. All right, King. Good work, boy. I've got his gun down. Come off. Don't make it back. Don't let him at me again. Follow my orders and King won't harm you. Get up. Where did he come from? How did he get in here? I let him in. I cut him loose and opened the door. You sure saved our lives when you did it. Where'd you come from? I was outside on Sergeant Preston's sled. I thought that was Sandy's body on your sled, Sergeant. No, Doc. Sandy's body is still in his cabin. Good work, Jim. Doc, search these two. See if they have any other weapons. It'll be a pleasure. You, you're first. Oh, wait a minute. Hold on. You're still... Trying to throw something out the window, eh? As long as you stand still, King won't make a move. All right. How staying still? Jenkins. Harry Jenkins. See what he was trying to throw out the window, Doc? Sure thing, Sergeant. It's just a watch. It's... Why I've seen this watch before. It looks like... No wonder he was trying to get rid of that. That watch belongs to Bank of Durban in Bristol City. That's the watch I was accused of stealing along with the cash from the bank. Harry, you big muttonhead. I told you to get rid of that watch. I told you it'd land us in jail if anybody recognized it. But now you wouldn't listen to me. Shut up, Jim! Was you that planned that frame up that was to keep Jim Redden in jail for robbing the bank? Was you that hit the old man on the head and killed him? What? I knew it. It'd get us into trouble. But nobody could tell you anything! Sergeant Preston, do you hear that? They did it. They're the ones that robbed the bank. I'm in the clear. Jim, I heard it. You don't have to take me back to jail, do you? Not now. You're in the clear, Jim. Say, Sergeant Preston, is this young fellow here the one who escaped from jail, the one you were asking me about before? That's right, Doc. Well, I'd say this is a mighty good day's work. You found the men who killed Sandy Danvers. What were you looking for? You straightened out a frame up and caught up with the real bank robbers. You gave me entirely too much credit, Doc. Nothing would have been solved if Jim hadn't opened the door for King. Best fellow, until you came through that door, I thought this would be my last case. Thanks to you, it's not. You saved my life, King. And this case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Monday's adventure. Fellows and girls, for the last time, here's how to get your amazing new official challenge of the Yukon signal light. That's the flashing signal light for sending secret codes and messages. To get yours, simply send your name and address, plus $0.25 and one box stop from delicious Quaker Poff-Tweets from the U-Con Signal Light. That's the flashing signal light from delicious Quaker Poff-Tweets or Quaker Poff-Right. Mail right away to Flashlight Chicago 50 Illinois. It's now or never. Here's that address again. Flashlight Chicago 50 Illinois. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trenbel, 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 Poff-Tweets and Quaker Poff-Right, the breakfast cereal shot from gun. Listen Monday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of the White Husky. Dead handy. Left the White Husky at my cabin when he took a short trip, as his mate. But when King followed Whitey into a hail of bullets from a killer's gun, I felt sure they were both done for. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Monday. Till then, this is Jay Michael wishing you good bye, good luck, and good health from Quaker Poff-Tweets and Quaker Poff-Right. So long. This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.