 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild northwest, Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice, the breakfast cereal shot from guns, present the challenge of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swiftest and strongest lead dog of the northwest, blazing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest mounted police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. I'm King, I'm one of your hussies. 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. Say, if at breakfast time you're... Yes, hungry as a lion, well, sir, just you dive into a heaping bowl full of delicious Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat. Man, oh man, there's a treat that'll tame that hungry as a lion appetite. Make it like a kitten. Yes, these ready to serve giant grains are shot from guns, are nourishing, crisp, tender, loaded with nut-like flavor. So tomorrow, enjoy this breakfast treat. Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat. Two men stood on the porch of the headquarters building of the Ace Goldmine Company outside of Dawson City. The cold winds whipped about them as they listened to Frank Ames, company manager, who stood in the doorway. Mr. Wilson, you and Mr. Oughton are mighty lucky to own the Ace Goldmine. The ore is paying plenty for ton and it's showing a better gold content right along. Frank is partners. Jim Oughton and myself have seen some mighty lean days in the past. It wasn't just luck having the Ace Mine pay off. We put in plenty of hard work together. Good for Jim. We sure did, Ned. Yes, sir. Others thought we were crazy to start mining operations out here. But our faith, this location and in each other's paid off plenty. I wouldn't mind owning some stocking at myself. The Ace isn't a stock company, Frank. It's just a straight partnership, 50-50. And we got a written agreement that if one of us wants to sell out, he sells to the other. Yep. If something happens to one of us, his share goes to the surviving part. Yep. That's in writing too. It shows how much we trust each other, couldn't it? That's right. But after all, we've been prospecting since we were practically youngsters together. First in California, then up here. It's hard to find friends that stick that close. That's right. It is. Don't either of you have any relatives? I got a niece who married some further in Frisco and come to the Yukon. Never looked her up because I forgot her married name. Hey. Got no others. I understand they settled in the Indian Crick near here. Yes, and I got only a no-good nephew who took to Gambling. He's working in the configure right in Dawson City. Well, how's the new shaft coming on, Frank? Going to get it ready for working before winter sets in? Ah, it's pretty well started. Needs a lot of shoring before it'll be safe, though. Well, let's go take a look at a gym and let Frank get inside to work, eh? All right. I'll see you later, Frank. All right, fine. Stop in before you go back in the town. I, uh, I have some figures showing how much richer you both are since last week. Well, if it's better than we hoped for, we'll give you a bonus, Frank. Inside the mining office, Frank Ames walked toward his desk. And as he sat down, he glanced out the window at the distant figures of Wilson and Oakton as they entered the unfinished new shaft. Then Frank spoke to a clerk who was working on books nearby. Wilson and Oakton sure are a couple of fine man to have for bosses. That's right, Mr. Ames. They pay higher wages than anyone in the Yukon. They've gone into the new shaft to look it over. You think we hadn't struck gold yet the way there was no access to inspect it? They've already made their file. Yeah, they sure have. What? It sounds like something's happened. Come on, Ed. What's the matter? What's happened? What's happened? The new shaft. He caved in. What? Wilson and Oakton went in there. We didn't see him go in. Too late for no. Somebody get to town and bring a doctor. Quick. I'll go, Frank. All right. And get Doc back, sir. The rest of you get picks and shovels. Hurry. We'll try to get a hold, Doctor, by the time the doctor gets here. Hurry. Come on. Let's go. The man worked frantically. 15 or 20 minutes later, the hole was made large enough to bring the two victims out. The doctor was the first to crawl in, followed by Frank and a few of the men. Yeah, we can get him out now, Doc. We sent for a couple of stretches in the office, and the men have him here. Wait, Frank. Thanks, Joe. Of course, we'll take them out. Yeah. But it's too late to do anything for them. What? They're both dead. News of the calamity was headlined in the Klondike nugget, the Yukon's leading newspaper in Dawson City. And the fate of Ned Wilson and Jim Oakton was for a time the topic of conversation in every town along the Yukon Trail. A week later, Sergeant Preston and his dog King were at headquarters of the Northwest Mountain Police at Dawson City in the inspector's office. When a young woman and a nine-year-old boy were brought in. This is the young woman who asked to see you, Inspector. Come right in, young lady. Well, I'll wait outside, Inspector. No, don't go, Sergeant. How do you do, Inspector? I'm Mrs. Rockford. This is my son, Tim. How do you do? This is Sergeant Preston, Mrs. Rockford. How do you do him? I've heard of Sergeant Preston. Golly, look at the big dog. Will he bite? I know, Timmy. King likes children, don't you, fella? Sit down, Mrs. Rockford. Thank you. I just arrived in Dawson City, Inspector, on the last boat from Selkirk. I came right here since I didn't know who else to see about a certain matter. Perhaps if you'll explain a bit. If it's something confidential, Mrs. Rockford. No, no. Please sit down, Sergeant. Very well. I'm a widow. My husband died of pneumonia last winter. I managed to earn a small living for Timmy and me by taking him sewing at Indian Creek. I see. Please go on. I heard of Ned Wilson's death. I understand he was quite well to do. He and his partner left a sizable fortune. Ned Wilson was my uncle. I was his only relative. I have letters, old ones, to prove that. Timmy and I need money badly, and I wanted to inquire what I should do about claiming what he left. My maiden name was Gloria Wilson. I see. You wish to claim only the share that Mr. Wilson actually owned, is that it? Yes, of course. I didn't know Mr. Oakden, but anyway, I'd have no claim against his estate. What made you think I might have? I think I can answer that, Mrs. Rockford. You see, a nephew of Oakden's, a gambler known here as Slick Dollars, has already put in a claim. His claim is for the entire estate left by both Wilson and Oakden. That's right. But I don't understand. How can he do that? The lawyer who represented Wilson and Oakden brought forth an agreement they'd signed between them which stated that if one died, the other was to get his estate. I see. But since they're both dead... They were killed at approximately the same time. But with his claims, Slick Dollars has presented a written statement by a Dr. Baxter. That your uncle, Ned Wilson, died a couple of minutes before Oakden. You see, in that case, Oakden was, for those two minutes, the heir to Wilson's estate. Then with his dead, his heir would inherit all of it. Oh, but that doesn't seem fair. It's just that doctor's word, and it's such a fine point of... I know how you feel, Mrs. Rockford. Dr. Baxter has a sound reputation for integrity, and I assure you he detests Slick Dollars. Judge Ainsley here in Dawson is handling the matter. Well, I suppose there's nothing I can do. But as my uncle's only relative, I still feel his estate should come to me. I set my hopes on getting it, and we need it so badly. If there does seem a chance that my claim would be considered, would you get in touch with me at Indian Creek? Of course, Mrs. Rockford. Mama, aren't we gonna get any money after all? Aren't we? Hush, Timmy. We'd better leave now and go home. Well, don't give up hope yet, Mrs. Rockford. There might be some loophole. If you like, I'll take you to see Judge Ainsley now. You could at least put in a claim. Oh, thank you, Sergeant. It means so much to Timmy and me. I imagine. Well, go to the judge's office right now. It's all right with the inspector. Of course, Sergeant. Go right along. I'll be interested to know what decision Judge Ainsley makes in the case. So will I, sir. Come along, King. We're going with Timmy and his mother. With Sergeant Preston's help, Gloria Rockford presented her claim to Judge Ainsley that afternoon. The judge called a hearing for the following day, notifying those concerned to be present. Being interested in what decision would be, Sergeant Preston was among those present. Quiet down, everybody. Quiet down. Now, this is an unusual situation. Two people, each claiming to be the sole relative, respectively, of Mr. Wilson and Mr. Oaken, have filed claims with proof of relationship for the deceased to the estates left by Wilson and Oaken. Frank Ames, you stated yesterday you heard Oaken say he had only one relative living? Yes, Judge. Mr. Oaken stated that he had only one relative, a nephew working in a cafe here in Dawson City. Now, what about Mr. Wilson? At the same time, sir, Mr. Wilson stated that he too had only one relative, a niece who had married and come to the UQ Con. Judge, I had to dispute the young woman's claim to being Wilson's niece and only right, right, right, right. And oh, I know, Mr. Daedalus, I read the wills of the deceased and also the agreement made by them saying that in case one of them died, the other was to inherit. I also have the paper signed by Dr. Baxter and witnessed by Mr. Davis, the attorney for the deceased, stating that Oaken died a few minutes after Wilson's death. Judge Ames, well, Mr. Davis, in the face of the paper from Dr. Baxter, doesn't that mean Mr. Oaken, a few minutes inherited Wilson's estate and that slick Dallas therefore gets it all? Mr. Davis, you being a lawyer, you ought to know it's not legal to decide this case on the strength of that paper alone. Dr. Baxter will have to appear in person. May I ask, Judge, why Dr. Baxter hasn't come here today? He was in town yesterday morning. I can answer that, Sergeant, as I told Judge Ames with a doctor left for 40 miles on the boat to operate on a close friend of his. There's no telegraph officer there either. The windows setting in and Dr. Baxter would have to come back quite dog sled. No telling how soon. But Judge, since the doctor may be delayed a long time... And Mr. Davis, we'll have another hearing when the doctor can appear in person. And at that time, I'll set a date when this case will be tried. The hearing's over for today. We'll continue our story in just a moment. You know, the other morning at breakfast, I was just about to pour myself a heaping bowl full of Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice when the strangest thing happened. I can't believe it yet. There was a terrible pounding on the door. I opened the door and in walked a giant. What do you want here? Oh, a jack and the beanstalk. But you, uh, you've got the wrong address. He might go from... Matter of fact, I was just trying to decide whether to eat Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat. Have a taste of them myself. Oh, you'd really go for these ready-to-serve breakfast cereals. They're so big, like yourself. They're giant size because the choice, sun-ripened, premium grains of wheat and rice are shot from guns. Yes, Quakerpuff wheat and rice are shot from guns, exploded up to eight times normal size. Why don't you try some? I'll pour out three or four packages for you. And you'll want some milk or cream and fruit. Sure. Two or three quarts of each. With a giant appetite like yours, you can't beat Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat. Wait till you taste that delicious, nut-like flavor and crisp, fresh goodness. Mmm. T-five. Oh, yum. They're good and good for you. Quakerpuff wheat and rice furnish added food values toward natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin, and diet. Well, come on, let's eat. Okay, but first, let me mention to the fellas and girls listening in that Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat are never sold in bags or bulk. To get the original crisp, fresh, reat-of-rice shot from guns buy the big red and blue packages with the smiling Quakerman on the front. That's your guarantee that you're getting the one and only delicious Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat. Shot from guns. Try them for breakfast tomorrow. Now to continue our story. After leaving the hearing, Sergeant Preston stood outside with King at his side, talking to Frank Ames. Ah, she sure is nice. Who, Frank? What, Mrs. Rockford? Oh, yes, she is. I'm going to Dr. Baxter's office for going that way. All right, Sergeant. Since Doc went to Forty Mile, why are you stopping in his office, Sergeant? Any reason? Don't you believe he went like they said? Frank, it seems strange that Doc Baxter suddenly left Dawson and all his patients here to operate on someone at Forty Mile when there's already a doctor up there. There's no telegraph at Forty Mile so I can't check, nor could anyone have sent him an emergency message. See, that's so... Usually, if he's going to be away from Dawson even for a day or two, Dr. Baxter notifies us at headquarters. This time he didn't do so. And you think maybe that something is... Here's the doctor's office. The door is locked and the front shades are drawn. Let's go around the back. All right. Looks like he left in a hurry, doesn't it? Yes, his cart's unmade and remnants of a meal are still on the table. That's not like the doc. He's always neat as a pin, Sergeant. Every time I'd been in there, nothing was out of place. No wonder. Could be that... Look, Frank, there on the floor and there is cotton. It looks like his medical kit. It is. Dr. Baxter wouldn't go on a case without that kit. That's right. What do you think he... Frank, I feel sure now that Doc Baxter didn't leave for Forty Mile at all. What do you think he is? That's what I intend to find out. And we can trail him. With the point of his hunting knife, Sergeant Preston forced the catch on one of the back windows and climbed inside the doctor's quarters. Soon he came out with a glove which would serve to give the great dog King a scent to follow. I have one of his gloves, Frank. I'll get my horse and come back here and then King can sniff this glove and take up the doctor's trail. I suppose he really did go on the boat. Then King will lead me to the boat landing. How about me going along with you, Sergeant? I'll get my horse and meet me here in 15 minutes. Right. After the hearing, Davis, the lawyer, crossed the street to his office. It was a short time later when Slick Dallas hurriedly entered. Look here, Slick. I told you not to come here to my office. Look, Davis, that money Sergeant Preston seems to be wise to something. Now, if he decides to go to Forty Mile to find the doctor... Now take it easy, Slick. It's a long, tough trail to Forty Mile. He won't set out for there on horseback with every indication that a blizzard might hit before morning. And he'd have to wait a few days before he could set out with his dog team. I know that. My plan will work out all right. Tonight, we'll ride to the shack where we have Doc tied up. When Preston does set out after the storm lets up, he'll find Doc Baxter frozen along the trail with his horse near him. We'll make it look like he had to shoot the horse because it broke its leg. We'll arrange all that perfectly. They'll all think that Doc tried to make it back to Dawson on horseback during the storm. Yeah, all that might have worked, Davis. But now I'm worried. Why saw that Mountie in the mine manager, Frank Ames? They're snooping around the Doc's place just a few minutes ago. They were peeking in under the shades there. What of it? Well, I've heard about the way Preston's dog can trail people. Why, if he puts that dog on Doc's trail, you're snooping, Mountie. Get your horse and meet me at the edge of town. We'll ride out to the shack right away and get Doc away from there. If by chance that Mountie does come there, we'll see to it that he and the dog don't get back to Dawson. Let's go. A short time later, Slick and Davis met at the edge of town and rode at a fast pace up the trail. Shortly after, Frank rode to the back of the doctor's office where he found Sergeant Preston and King waiting. Oh, oh, no! Sorry I took longer than I expected, sir. That's all right, Frank. Now let King smell the doctor's glove. The grill's 24 hours are so cold I hope King can pick it up. Here, fellow. Find him, King. Find him, boy. The intelligent dog sniffed the glove and then moved to the steps of the back porch. For a few minutes, King hesitated and then, moving from the porch, he turned toward Preston and indicated by barking that he had caught the doctor's scent. That's it, Frank. King's picked up the scent. Steady, fellow. Let's go, Frank. Come on. An hour later, Davis and Slick arrived at the shack and entered. They stood over Dr. Baxter who was tied hand and foot on a cot. Well, Doc, you must be hungry after being here tied up for 24 hours. Ha, ha, ha. But we didn't come here to feed you. Davis, your scheme will be found out sooner or later. I usually notify the mounted police when I leave town so they know where to find me. But I didn't this time. They'll get suspicious and investigate. Mm-hmm. One of them is suspicious. The judge wouldn't accept that paper we forced you to sign. He wants to have you appear in person. Good. Your trick didn't work. I'll tell the truth when I go before the judge. If you're dead, Doctor, then there might be a legal way to get the judge to accept that paper. Dead? You can't get away with that. I've decided on a way. We'll spill oil from the lamp around first, and we'll rip open the mattresses from the two cots in here and pile up the straw they contain right near you. We'll set fire to the place, and I feel certain if they do find you, nobody will recognize who you were. You must have known all along we couldn't let you live. Even if the judge had accepted the paper we forced you to sign. You'll hang for murder. They'll suspect something when I don't return. Yes, I suppose they will. But there's such a thing as needing proof, Doc, before the police can arrest anyone for murder. You know, I was thinking, Davis, if that dog can trail like I've heard, and he trails Doc out here, why? Maybe he'll be able to trail us after we leave here. I happen to know something about dog slick. Before Preston's dog can trail anyone, the Mountie will have to give him a scent from something that person wore or handled. He can get something of the doctors, but he has no way of giving the dog the scent of the ones who brought the Doc here, unless Preston knows for certain who did bring him here. I hope you're right. Davis, you're a disgrace to your profession. Back in the States, my profession threw me out. Up here, no one ever asked any questions when I started practicing again. Get the lamp slick and fix things so the shack will make a good blaze. The less time we spend here, the better. Meantime, Sergeant Preston and Frank followed King as the great dog picked up the doctor's trail. Getting dark, Frank, and that wind means snow. Hope he don't have much rather to go. King seems sure of himself, but I hope we're not on a wild goose chase, Sergeant. King is sure of himself. He's turning off the trail now. King, if only... Quiet, King. Look, off there to the right. You can see the dim outline of a cabin. That's right. It is a cabin. That's where King was heading. Steady, Lucky. I'll leave the horses here, Frank, and go to the cabin on foot. Someone may be with the doctor, and they'd hear us if we rode in there. Are you ready, Frank, just in case? Well, let's go investigate that cabin. In the shack, Davis and Slick made things ready and were preparing to carry out their plan. Though dusk was falling, it was still light enough inside for them to see clearly. Davis looked around and then spoke. And this wind, it won't take long for the shack to burn down, Slick. Wait, let me go. I'll ride toward Fort in a mile, take a chance on the blizzard that's on the break. Don't be fooled, Doc. If you did get through your talk, we're taking no chances. Oh, yes, you are. You think you know all about dogs, but you don't know that dog a surgeon Preston's. He'll treat you. Wait and see. Remember what I said about proof, Doctor? I'll take this old newspaper from the table and roll it up. We'll get to the door, and then I'll light this and toss it back onto the floor. Let's go, Slick. No, wait, wait! Then they stood a moment as Davis struck a match. There. Now, I'll light this paper and toss it back in. All right. There it goes. I'll take that. Grabbing the burning paper with one hand, Preston flung it over his shoulder into the open. At the same time, he sent a crashing blow at Davis. Oh! As Slick raised his gun to shoot, the great dog King sprang past his master and leaped at Slick, grabbing his gun arm and burying him to the floor. Get him on! I'll fix you, Manny! How can I get this one on the floor, Sergeant? As Preston turned his head to speak to King, Davis reached for his gun. Don't take me out! Acting instinctively, Sergeant Preston kicked forward with his foot, striking Davis' hand and knocking the gun flying to the floor. I'll take this. Good work. I'll untie you, Doctor. Thank heaven you got here. I'm as thankful as you are, Doctor. I guess you recognized them. Yes, Davis and Slick Dallas. They forced me to sign a paper, then brought me out here. They're smart, but not smart enough. I think we can persuade Judge Ainslie to reopen the Wilson-Oakton case. After taking Davis and Slick along with the doctor back to town, the two crooks were charged with attempted murder and left at headquarters. Later, in the judge's office, Sergeant Preston told what had happened. Then, the judge called upon Doctor Baxter. Now, Doctor, tell us why those two men made you sign that paper. Well, Davis came to me and asked which had died first, Wilson or Oakton. I asked him why it had made any difference. He said he had to know in case Ayers on either side put in claims. I told him that Oakton died a few minutes before Wilson did. Oakton died first, you say? That's right. That night, Davis and Slick Dallas came to my place and forced me to sign the paper saying it was the other way around so that Slick could claim all the legacy. In that case, Oakton's share went to Wilson. And when he died, it was part of his estate. Does that mean that that I'll inherit my uncle's estate? Oh, golly, Mama. Will we get some money now? Will we? Son, it means your mother will get plenty. What Oakton had and what her uncle had to boot. Gosh, Mrs. Rockford, that's wonderful. Only, I was hoping that if the case went against you, maybe we... Oh, Frank, under the circumstances, Mrs. Rockford will be your boss and she'll manage the mines she'll inherit. Mama likes Mr. Ames a lot. She told me so. In that case, maybe someday they'll turn out to be partners, eh, Frank? Gosh, judge, I... Well, uh... Kick-a-like Mr. Ames, too, don't you, kid? Even King seems to be conspiring against us, Frank. I mean Mr. Ames. Oh, gee, Gloria, and when you marry Mama, you can give me a dog like King, Mr. Ames. Timmy. If that ever happens to me, I'll give you a dog. But I'm afraid it'll be hard to find one like King. Right now, I'm sure King shares my feeling when I say I'm glad everything turned out well and that this case is closed. Hey, King? In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Friday's adventure. Say, when you watch hard-riding, hard-fighting Hollywood stars in action, remember this. One after another tells you to eat nourishing breakfast of delicious Quaker Puffed Wheat or Quaker Puffed Rice topped with milk or cream and fruit. Wheat or rice shot from guns furnishes extra health values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and niacin. Remember, it's never sold in bags or bulk. Buy Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice tomorrow in the big red and blue Quaker package. Listen, Friday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of the brother's promise. Chick Colby was wanted for robbery and met his death trying to escape from the law. Just before he died, he entrusted a secret to his 10-year-old brother and that secret nearly caused the youngster's death. When King led me to that clearing in the forest, Bull Lamont was leveling his rifle. From then on, it was a fight for our lives. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Friday. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated are created and produced by George W. Trendall, directed by Fred Flower Day and supervised by Charles D. Livingston. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. 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