 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice, the breakfast cereal shot from gun, 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 mounted police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On King, on the Huskies. Gold, gold discovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the Klondike in the wild race for riches. Back to the days of the gold rush, with Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice bringing you the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog Yukon King as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. On mornings when the March wind blows and your teeth start to chatter, then here's what to do. Ask mom to heat some milk good and hot and pour it over a heaping bowl full of delicious Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice. Top with fruit and oh boy what a luscious, warmer upper. A treat that can't be beat. That's Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat. Bill Chester was a young miner who lived with his wife Sadie on a claim a few miles from the town of Cascade. He had confidence that his mine, if properly developed, would prove highly valuable but he lacked the funds to get the necessary equipment. One morning, soon after the bank opened, Bill Chester knocked at the office of Judd Stone, the banker. Come in. Bill Chester, sit down and be comfortable. Thanks, Mr. Stone. Now what brings you here so early in the morning? Uh, I'll get right to the point, Mr. Stone. I want to arrange a loan to get enough money to buy equipment to work our mine. I feel certain the mine will pay off within a short time if I can get the machinery to work it. It would take several thousand dollars to get the necessary equipment, Bill. In fact, you probably need almost ten thousand dollars. Yes, sir. I reckon I would. That's a lot of money, Bill. I couldn't consider lending such an amount or any amount for that matter without collateral to cover the loan. Well, we have the claim along with our cabin and our other belongings. I'm in the banking business, Bill. The money I have to lend out belongs to other people. That claim, plus the cabin and all, wouldn't bring much more than five hundred dollars. I couldn't take a chance like that. But I told you the mine's valuable. I'm sure of that. If I get the machinery to work it, I'm certain it'll pay off plenty. Bill, this bank would go broke within a week. If I made loans to every prospector who came in telling me how valuable his claim would be after it was worked. Now, Bill, we can't make a loan without a person having enough collateral at the time of the loan to cover the amount. You can take my word for it, Mr. Stone. That mine, we... Sorry, Bill. We can't speculate with our depositors' money. Any loans we make have to be on something short. Then you mean I can't get the loan, is that it? Yes, to put it bluntly, that's the answer, Bill. All right. If that's the way you feel about it, I'll get the loan someplace else. And when the mine does pay off big, you'll see what a mistake you made. Business is business, Bill. Sure. Since I never want to do any business with you when I do make good. Keep your money, Stone. I'll try to get it someplace else. After leaving the bank, filled with unreasoning anger, Bill walked the street until he cooled off. Then he headed for the office of Peter Hansen, a well-to-do land broker who was known to have staked many of the prospectors in the vicinity. Good morning, Bill. What's on your mind? Good morning, Mr. Hansen. Frankly, Mr. Hansen, I need cash to work my mind. I know the mine's valuable and will pay off plenty if I can get the machinery to work it. Did you try the bank? Yes, I did. As far as I'm concerned, Judd Stone doesn't know a good thing when he sees it. If I didn't have faith in that mine, I wouldn't want to put money into it. Yet when I offered to sign it over his collateral, he refused, said he won't speculate. I see. Well, Garner, if the mine was already paying off, I wouldn't need a loan. Frankly, I don't like the way Stone does business. How much do you think it would take, Bill? Well, close to 10,000, I guess. I can see why a banker would think it was risky. I might as well... Sit down. Sit down. I didn't say that exactly. Then what did you mean? I know the location of your mine, Bill. And I think you have good reason to believe it'll pay off. But it would be a speculation deal to lend money to work it. However, I might make the loan on one condition. What's that? Sign over half your rights in the mine to me. Half the rights? But that way, if it pays off, you stand to make far more than 10,000. Maybe, and if it doesn't pay off, I stand to lose the 10,000. I suggest you go talk it over with your wife, Bill, before you decide. And if you both agree to those terms, let me know and I'll arrange to have papers drawn up and give you the cash. After hearing Peter Hansen's proposition, Bill Chester left town and went home to lay the facts before his wife and to ask her advice. He told Sadie about the bank's refusal. Then he said, There's only one other way I can get money to buy machinery, Sadie. I don't want to do it. You mean get it from Peter Hansen? Yes. He'll let me have it. He told me he would. But it won't be a loan. Not a loan? Well, I don't understand, Bill. Hansen's a speculator, honey, not a banker. He says he'll give me 10,000 in cash for a half interest. A half interest in your mine? It's his proposition. Take it or leave it. Well, Bill, if the mine turns out to be as good as you think it will, it'd be worth it. There'd be enough for both of you. Yes, I suppose so. I don't like partnership. It might work out all right, Bill. Why don't you consider it? There's no time to consider it, Sadie. I don't take up Hansen's proposition today. He won't make a deal. I hate to advise you. But you think I should take it? Well, under the circumstances, yes. Without machinery, the mine will never pay much. All right, then. I'll go make a deal with it. I believe it's for the best, Bill. Well, at least it's the only solution. Well, I'm in cash, kid. Do you need any supplies? Oh, yes, there are several things. There are a lot of list of them for you. All right, have it ready. I'll go harness the dog. When Bill Chester reached town, he drew his dog team up in front of the office of Peter Hansen, the speculator. Oh, hey! Oh! Oh! Then Bill heard a familiar voice. Hello, Bill. Oh, Sergeant Preston and King. What brings you to Cascade? Constable Downing had to go to Dawson to testify in a trial, so I came up to take over his duties till he gets back. That's great. Then maybe you can visit Sadie and me. I'll try to. I, uh, I have a mine I want to show you. One of these days, it may make me rich. I hope it does, Bill. You've worked hard since you came to the Yukon. Oh, I sure have, Sergeant. After a few brief pleasantries, Sergeant Preston and King moved on down the street. Bill Chester entered Peter Hansen's office. Well, come in, Bill. Oh, Mr. Hansen. Have a chair. Thanks. Did you consider my proposition? Yes. I'll take it. Now you're talking sense. Draw up the contract and bring it out to my place so Sadie can look it over and we'll both sign it. That's fine. Yes, sir. Bill, you won't regret this at all. I'll transfer $10,000 to your account in a bank today. And I'll bring the papers out tonight or tomorrow for sign. Just one thing, Mr. Hansen. What's that, Bill? Don't deposit it in the bank. Bring the cash with you. Well, all right, but why? I'm sore at Judd Stone in his bank. Because he wouldn't lend you money? Yes, I don't want to do business with him. I'll handle my own money. Just as you say, Bill. I'll have the cash with me when I bring the contract. All right. Fine. Be seeing you. So long, Bill. Soon after Bill Chester left, Peter Hansen went to the bank and drew out the money. And in doing so, he aroused the curiosity of Judd Stone, the banker. Well, Peter, it's none of my business, but you better let me give you a draft instead of cash. $10,000 in cash is a lot of money. I don't want a draft, Judd. I want cash. I'm making a deal with a fellow who insists on cash. Why don't you transfer it from your account to his? It'll be safer for both of you. This fellow don't like your way of doing business, Judd. Oh. Must be Bill Chester. So it is, huh? But you can tell Bill Chester I don't want his business. I'll get the cash for you, Peter. As Judd Stone turned toward the vault to get the cash, neither he nor Peter Hansen observed a tall man slip from the group around the hot stove and leave the bank. Outside, he joined another man and the two hurried down the street. Come on, bugsy. We gotta hurry. What's the layout, bud? I'll explain as we walk. We got a chance to grab $10,000 in cash in the next few minutes. 10,000? Yeah. Wow. Let's hear about it. Peter Hansen is getting out of the bank. Why? Some kind of a deal. Hansen's office is down the street away. You get your skeleton keys ready. We'll get inside and wait for him. Yeah. Yeah, I got him ready. All right, here we are. Hurry now, mother. Just a minute. Yeah, this one should work. Shut the door and lock it. A few moments later, the door of the office opened and Peter Hansen came in. Get your hands up. Hey, what are you doing here? Take his poke, bugsy. Give me that. Hit him, man. Red. I think he killed him. Oh, what of it? Grab that cash and let's get out of here. It's murder red wheel hang. You shouldn't have hit him with that gun. Hey, bugsy. Do you see that dog sled outside as we came in? Yeah, what about it? With that dog team, we can be miles away from here when Hansen's found. Then let's take it. Come on, Red. Don't let anybody see that bag of cash. Yeah, it's plenty heavy. Put it on the sled and cover it up good. I'll line up the dog. Right. Mugsy quickly hid the $10,000 under the heavy deer hide covering of the sled while Red got the dogs on their feet and in line for traveling. They were just about ready to start when... Just a moment there. Huh? Oh. Oh, good morning, Monty. What's what are you going to do? Why? What's the matter, Monty? That sledding team belonged to a friend of mine. Oh, he bought it from him less than an hour ago. Oh. Can you prove that? No, but can't you take... And you better come with me. What are you going to do? Lock you up while I find Bill and check on your story. Wait, officer, I... I said, come on, I'm in it. What about our dogs? You going to leave them here? My dog will keep them quiet. King. Stay with the team, boy. Now you two, start walking. When Sergeant Preston reached the constable's office, he searched his two prisoners. He took their guns. When he found the skeleton keys, he paused to examine them. What are you doing with these? Found them a couple of days ago. Huh? I'll look into that later. Come on, I'll lock you in the cell for the time being. There we are. As Sergeant Preston reached out to open the heavy steel door, Red saw and took a slender chance for freedom. With his right foot, he kicked at the Monty's gun hand, sending the weapons spinning to the floor. Get his gun! No, you don't. Red grappled with Preston. They both rolled to the floor. Before the Monty could regain his feet, Moxie grabbed the gun and swung it. Hit him, hit him, Moxie! No! Yeah, yeah. Had put him to sleep. Hope I didn't kill him. Red killed the Monty's bad business. Oh, you didn't kill him, but he's out of cold. Get some rope or that gear rack in the office. What are you going to do, Red? Time and gag him. And lock him in this cell. For he comes to, we'll get that dog team and clear out of town. While Red and Moxie were with Sergeant Preston, Bill Chester completed his shopping and returned to his sled, where he found King with the dog. Fire King, what are you doing here? You must like my dogs. You do, huh? Okay. Your boss says he's going to bring you out to my place. You really get to know my dog, Sam. Hey, fella, I've got to be going home to Sadie. All right, you, Husky. Soon after Bill's departure, a townsman rushed into the bank and shouted, Hey! Hey, boys! Come with me. Someone's murdered Peter Hansen. What's that? What'd you say? Peter Hansen's been murdered. I stopped in his office a second ago and filed him on the floor. Come on, let's go. When the crowd reached Hansen's office, John Stone, the banker, examined the speculator. He's not dead, but he will be if we don't get him to Doc Sanders mighty quick. Who in thunder would have done it? And why? Pete Hansen never hurt nobody. I can't say for sure, but I have an idea, poor boy. Did anyone see Bill Chester in town this morning? Sure. He just left with his dog team a few minutes ago. Going like blazes. What about him? Hansen drew $10,000 from my bank to negotiate a deal with Chester. He said Chester insisted on cash. Why, that took good. If Bill Chester has that money in his possession, I say it'll be proof that he attacked Hansen. Sure. Judged you and the rest of the boys take Pete to Doc Sanders. Well, I go and tell Amati what happened. Come on. We'll continue our adventure in just a moment. Say, fellas and girls, can you tell what this morse code message stands for? Sure. I'll bet you can guess that it stands for shot from gun. And that means Quaker puffed wheat. And Quaker puffed rice. The shot from guns breakfast cereal the whole family goes for. Man, oh man, huge guns are loaded with premium grains of wheat or rice. And then... These choice king-size kernels are actually exploded up to eight times normal size. That makes them bigger and better tasting. Makes Quaker puffed wheat and Quaker puffed rice crisp and tender as nuts in November. They're shot through and through with bang-up nut-like flavor, too. And most important, they're nourishing. Good for you. Both delicious kinds furnish added food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and iron. So try delicious, nutritious Quaker puffed wheat and Quaker puffed rice. So tasty. So easy to serve topped with milk or cream and fruit. Remember, they're never sold in bags or bulk. To get the original crisp, fresh, wheat or rice shot from guns, always look for the big red and blue Quaker package. Look for the smiling Quaker man on the front. He's your guarantee that you're getting the one and only delicious Quaker puffed rice and Quaker puffed wheat. Now to continue. The two outlaws, Red Collins and Mugsy Dunn, were about to leave the constable's office, having bound and gagged Sergeant Preston and locked him in the cell when the front door of the office opened. Hey, where's Sergeant Preston? What do you want with him? Somebody tried to murder Pete Hansen. We just found a beat to a pulp. You don't say. Well, the Mountie's not here right now. Where is he? I saw his dog down the street. Yeah, he went somewhere to serve a process, paper on a miner. Still he's been gone for quite a while. You don't know where he went? No, no. But we'll be here when he gets back. We'll tell him what happened. I'll tell him we got to get the fellow who slugged Hansen. What's that? The fellow named Bill Chester did it. We'll go get him. Yeah, well, that's a good idea. No sense in waiting for the Mountie to get back. I'll see you later, boys. I think somebody else did it, huh, Red? I guess that puts us in the clue. Not for long. We got to get that dog team in the money now. Come on, Mugsy. Right. Red and Mugsy found the sled and dog team gone. But Yukon King was still there, just where Sergeant Preston had told him to stay. Look out of there, dog. He's near. Yeah, I don't want to talk with him. This leaves us in a nice kettle of fish. The sled's gone. My cash with it. We can trail it in the snow easy. Let's go after it, Red. Hey, look at those men coming this way. There's a fillet source in the constable's office. Better not run, it gets suspicious. Let's join him. We'll go after the sled later. Red and Mugsy joined the crowd of excited men when they paused in front of the bank. Joe, you say the Mountie left town? Yeah, Judd. That's what these two fellas here said. That's right, and he won't be back for a spell. I'm for going out to Bill Chester's place and getting him. What do you fellas say? Come on, come on. We'll follow the tracks of his sled. He had his dog team in front of Hanson's place. You can pick up the trail there. Will you go with us, Judd? When I can't, there's no one in the bank. I'll have to stay here. Then come on, man. Let's go get Bill Chester. Come on. As the crowd moved away, Judd Stone entered his bank. Mugsy turned to Red and said, Redward, look now. Sled, we hid the money and belonged to the fella thereafter. Yeah, we might as well forget that $10,000. Let's get out of town before somebody finds the money. Think a minute, will ya? Look, no one's left in town. They're all trailing that dog sled. Let's get going while we can. Hold on a minute. What for? Mugsy, we got a chance to clean up a fortune. Huh? The men of the town are gone, all except one. Banker? Yeah. You heard him say that he was alone in his bank. Now look, we'll let the crowd get well out of town. And we'll go call on the banker now. How about it? Sure. Red, it's worth the chance. With everyone gone, we won't be taking that chance. Why, it'll be like taking candy from a baby. Meanwhile, Sergeant Preston had regained consciousness, and was helpless to do anything about it. He was lying on the floor trying to figure out some way of attracting attention. When he heard the front door of the office open, and someone called his name. Hello, Sergeant Preston. Unable to shout an answer, the Mountie uttered a groan, and beat his boot heels on the floor. Sergeant Preston bound in gang. There's keys on the office desk. Maybe they'll open this cell door. I'll go get him. It was Doc Sanders. A few moments later, he had opened the cell door and removed the gag and cut the bonds from Preston's wrists. He told what had happened to Peter Hansen. There you are. What brought you here, Doc? The men all said Bill Chester tried to kill Pete Hansen. Huh? I think they've gone to get him. I saw nobody on the street. But they're wrong, Sergeant. Pete regained consciousness after they left. And I came to tell you who did it. What did Pete say? There are two fellows who called each other red and mugsy. One was tall, the other was medium height, but heavy. The other men are arrested in front of Hansen's office. Don't say. I've got to get on their trail at once. You go back and attend to Peter Hansen. My wife's looking after him. Everyone else going from town, I'm staying with you, Sergeant. All right, Doc. I'll get guns from the office, then we'll go get King. He'll trail them. Where is King? Down the street. Let's hurry. A few minutes later, King ran to meet them as they approached. Easy, boy. What are you so excited about? I'm sure he's excited. He's running toward the bank. He's trying to tell me something. We better find out what it is, Doc. Let's go see. Meanwhile, inside the bank, Red Collins and Mugsy Dunn had easily overpowered Judd Stone, the banker, and were gathering up the loot they planned to take with them. Don't bother with the heavy money, Mugsy. Let's take the gold certificates. Got to travel light from now on. That's all I'm taking. But there's plenty of them. He would wish you took the gold instead. Those certificates can be traced by their numbers. Not if no one can tell what the numbers are. I'll tell the police. Oh, no, you won't. Hey, Mugsy, you got everything? Yeah. Set the bull out, Red. What do we do with the banker? Lock him in the vault. Why not kill him? Shoot him. Look, if we lock him in the vault, folks will be a long time finding them. Well, smother to death in the vault. You can't do it. Oh, yes, we can. You see, Mugsy, when the men of town come looking for the banker, they'll search every place except the vault. Chances are no one besides this old man knows the combination. Yeah, Red, that's right. But if we shoot him and leave him here, they'll find him right off and start looking for the killers. That dog's still barking outside. I'm going to put a bullet to him when we leave. All right, Mr. Stone, inside the vault. No, no, don't put me in there, please. Get going. You can't do it. If it's murder, you'll hang it, Red. Look. Get your hands up. It's the Mowley. Get him, Mugsy. Two outlaws forgot their prisoner and wheeled a face to Mowley. As Mugsy whipped out his gun, the great dog king was upon him, causing the shot to go wild. Get away. Get him. I'll get him. No, you don't. Drop that gun. Drop it. Get the crook, Judd. Let him have it. Hang on to his gun. I'm king. Lay off money. We quit. Call off the dog. Run, king. Run, boy. Now, get your hands up. We're through. We give up. They've got the gun, sir. They're harmless now. They're murdering farmers. They were going to lock me in my own vault. It hadn't been for king. They'd have succeeded. That's true, Judd. King Lettish here. But how'd the dog know I was in trouble? He didn't. He knew I arrested these men earlier today. Must have seen them under your bank and knew something was wrong. These farmers are the ones who tried to murder Pete Hanson. No, they can't be. Yes, you are. Yeah. Pete will gain consciousness after you brought him to my place. He'll identify him. Oh, my. Oh, my sakes. What's wrong, Judd? Oh, I've made a terrible mistake. I've accused an innocent man. Bill Chester? Yes. I thought he was the one who slugged Pete. I told the others that he did it. When they went after Bill, they were in a hanging mood. Well, lock these two up and start for Chester's cabinet once. Come on. Bill Chester arrived home and was about to unload his sled of the few supplies he had bought in town when his wife called from the door. I'm loaded for you. Hot tea, huh? Well, a cup of tea will be mighty refreshing after the run-in from town. Did you make the deal with Peter Hanson? Yes, almost. Almost? Oh, no. Here. Sit down. Your tea's ready. Oh, good. The young miner related his deal with Peter Hanson as he slowly drank his tea. He had just finished when there came a knock at the door. I'll answer it, honey. We came to get you, Chester. Hey, what's the occasion of this? I don't stall, Chester. You know what we want you for. Now, hold on. You notice something wrong? Yes, ma'am. Something's wrong. Your husband tried to murder Peter Hanson today. Oh, no. That's a lie. Might if we search you and your cabin. Well, of course not. Search all you please. Search for what? The $10,000 bill took from Hanson every try to kill him. What are you talking about? All right, boys. I'll search, Chester. You search the house of the sled. No, no. Wait a minute. I found nothing on Bill Chester or in his cabin. But the search of the dog sled disclosed the sack of money that had been hidden there by Red Collins and Mugsy Dunn. Here it is. It was hidden under the supplies he brought from town. Oh, there's some mistake. It can't be. All right, Chester. What have you got to say for yourself? Well, I didn't put that sack on my sled. I don't know how it got there. That's all right. It wasn't for your wife. I'd string you up right now. If Peter Hanson is dead, when we get back to town, I will string you up. Hey, look. Here comes the money. Thanks, goodness, it's Sergeant Preston. Hey, Judd Stone and Dr. Sanders are with us. Sergeant Preston knows I didn't do it. A Preston? We got your man for you. Go ahead, Sergeant. Do we see him? He didn't commit any crime. We sure he did. Here's the gold he took from Hanson. We found it on a sled. I can explain how the gold got there. You can? Yes, sir. And the men who put it there are in jail. I tried to kill me, too. Shut up, Judd. Let Sergeant Preston do the talking. Yeah, let's hear what he's doing. Sergeant Preston quickly related what had happened to him and banker Judd Stone and also how he had arrested Red Collins and Muggsy Dunn when he found them preparing to steal Bill's sled and dog team. I was going to lock them up and then go find you, Bill, but they got the best of me for a while. But the gold, did they put it on the sled? Yes, lady, they've confessed. They're being held in the charge of robbery and attempted murder. Then Pete Hanson's alive? Yes, Bill. Pete's going to be all right. Well now, has everybody set his piece? Yes, Judd. Have you something to say? You bet I have. Bill, I owe you an apology. It was I who sent these men out here to get you. Oh, no hard feelings, Mr. Stone, I understand. Guess I owe you an apology myself. Nothing of the kind. Now, if you want that loan from my bank, you can have it just for the asking. No collateral needed. Thanks, Mr. Stone, but that wouldn't be right. I've given my word to Pete Hanson that I'd sell a half interest in my mind to him. And Bill always keeps his word, Mr. Stone. But there is one thing. What's that? This has taught me a lesson. The bank's the safest place in the world to keep money. I tried to tell Hanson that this morning. Will you take charge of this money? What do you want me to do with it? Well, until Pete's better, you can keep it in the bank. Then you can credit it to my account. Sure thing, Bill. Glad to have a customer as honest and upstanding as you. You know when Bill and Mr. Hanson buy new machinery and get the mind going, they'll be doing a lot of business with you, Mr. Stone. Thanks to Sergeant Preston and King. If it hadn't been for them, I wouldn't be able to do business with you or anybody else. Well, King Old Boy, this case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Wednesday's adventure. They're yours for the asking. Yes, fellas and girls, the exciting Sergeant Preston Yukon Trail cutout models are yours for the asking. Is this for Quaker Puff Tweet or Quaker Puffed Rice? There's no waiting, no box tops or coupons, no extra costs. Your grocer has them. The 59 Yukon Trail models come on eight different new packages of Quaker Puffed Rice and Quaker Puffed Tweet, the swell-tasting cereals shot from gun. With these models, it's just like hitting the Yukon Trail with Sergeant Preston and King. You get models of Sergeant Preston's own cabin in Whitehorse. His dog sled and team of huskies. 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