 Now as gunshots echo across the windswept snow covered reaches the wild northwest, Quaker Puff wheat and Quaker Puff 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 modern police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. I'm King, I'm New 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 Quaker Puff wheat and Quaker Puff rice, bringing you the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog Yukon being as they meet the challenge of the Yukon. That's the way Quaker Puff wheat or Quaker Puff rice disappears at breakfast time. These ready to serve cereals hit the spot from last to first delicious spoonful. Yes, wheat or rice shot from guns has exploded up to eight times normal size to make it crisp and tender. Tomorrow morning, fill a bowl with Quaker Puff wheat or Quaker Puff rice, topped with fruit, like say, sliced bananas, add milk or cream and sugar. Talk about swell tasting, say, just you watch it disappear, but fast. Charlotte Brown and her husband Sam had worked in carnivals in the states all their lives as night throwers. But when the big news came from the Yukon, the two thought they'd like to follow the strike. Together with Charlie's father, they came north, but not to dig for gold. Gold came to them in Charlie's restaurant on Main Street in Reindeer City. Charlie served the best meals in town and her place was always crowded. It was full of miners, trappers and townsmen when Jack Barlow started an argument. Barlow had half interest in the cafe in town. He also had a mean disposition and a respected no one, man or woman. Look, if you can't act like a gentleman, Jack Barlow, take your business someplace else. I didn't think you could recognize a gentleman, Charlie. Should I say Charlotte? To you, I'm Mrs. Brown. Now go on, get out of here. I paid for my meal and I'm staying here till I eat it. Well, we'll see about that. Hey, Barlow, you better talk. Charlie's got a skillet. When I say, did, I mean, did. Hey, what thing? You missed him, Charlie. You're lucky that didn't hit you, Barlow. You want to play rough, Mrs. Brown? I can accommodate you all right. Jack Barlow picked up the heavy cast iron skillet and was about to throw it when a knife flew from Charlie's hand and pinned Barlow's upraised arm to the wall. Well, his arm was unhurt. The blade will not pin his sleeve securely to the wooden wall. Now drop that skillet, you cheap-card sharp, or I'll put the next knife right through your heart. Charlie, you'll regret throwing that knife. Nobody makes a fool out of me and gets away with it. You and your threats don't scare me, non-Barlow. You're just dog-on lucky my husband Sam wasn't here when you aimed to eat that skillet. I might have killed you. Now get out. I told you before I... What's going on here? Oh, Sergeant Pesky. I didn't see him come in. It's a dog-on. Good thing he's here. It's not a business, but there may be it is. Sergeant Preston, this woman just threw a knife at me. I demanded you put her in jail. It's lucky for me she didn't cut my arm off. Look, if I wanted to cut your arm off, I wouldn't have made no mistake. Next time I'll aim different. If there's any next time, you'll have more trouble on your hands than you can handle. Here, and that goes for your husband and father, too. I'll get all three of you. I'll run you out of this town. Stop big enough for all of us. Oh, yes. Barlow, you're in no condition to be reasonable. I'm going to put you in jail overnight and give you a chance to cool off. That's a good idea, Sergeant Preston. If Jack is free to roam the town in this present mood, he'll get into trouble. Amos, that's a fine way for my own part of the talk. What's the idea? No, no, Jack, it's for your own good. I'll have a talk with you in the morning. Perhaps then you'll feel differently. You may realize it's wiser to stay away from places where you're not wanted. I can cut my arm off. Yes, Sergeant. You want me? Yes, put this man in jail. I'll lock him up, Sergeant. Come on, Barlow. I'll send a pot of coffee over for you, Sack, to help keep you awake. That's very nice of you, Mr. West. I'll be down right a blot right now. Get moving, Barlow. Thanks for getting Barlow out of here, Sergeant Preston. I'll try to see if he gives you no more trouble. You'd better not. Do you gents want a meal? You bet we do, sir. You know, eh, Charlie's the best cook in the Yukon, Sergeant. Oh, that's right. Hey, Charlie, how about selling out to me? I can relieve you of all the problems of ownership with you. Now, hold on, Amos. I've told you before, my place isn't for sale. Well, then, how about a partnership? I've got to do something. Ever since you opened up, I've lost proctetry all of my restaurant business. No one orders food at my place. Why, even I come over here to eat. Oh, yeah. So does your partner, Barlow. I wish he wouldn't. You know, he must figure if he makes things tough enough for me that I'll leave town. Every time he comes in here, I have trouble with him. Well, I've tried people way, Charlie. Oh, I know you've done your best, Amos. But he's stubborn. Well, if he don't stop deviling me, I'll put a knife through his heart. You don't mean that, Charlie. But I do mean it, Sergeant. Sam ever finds out how he pesters me? Sam will kill him. And they'll all hang Sam for that. You are not serious, Charlie. And I'm telling you right now. If I have any more trouble with him, I'll let him have it. Charlie, I'll try to see that Barlow gives you no more trouble. But let me give you a word of advice. Yes, Sergeant? Don't try taking the law into your own hands. It was about 11.30 that night when Zack Thomas sent for Sergeant Preston to come to the jail at once. What is it, Zack? Go out and take a look. You'll see. Barlow seems to be sleeping. He's sleeping peacefully enough. Great Scott. He's been stabbed. That's just the way I found him. On his side, with a knife in his back. No one could have stood at this door and thrown that knife. No, but someone could have stood outside the window and thrown it. With bars on the outside, an oil skin covering the inside. That oil skin's not fastened down, Sergeant Preston. See here? Just fastened at the top. Could have been moved aside. That's possible, but unlikely. You sure no one's been in that cell with Barlow? Yes, sir, I'm sure. Silently, Sergeant Preston withdrew the murder weapon, examined it, wrapped it in a handkerchief and put it in his pocket. Then he gave Zack instructions about the body. I'll take care of it, Sergeant. Oh, uh, you care for a cup of coffee? I can heat that up for you if you'd like some. No thanks, Zack. I'm going over to talk to Charlie Brown. When Sergeant Preston and the Great Dog King reached Charlie's living quarters, they found Sam seated in front of the fire. What's the trouble, Sergeant? Sam? Where have you been this evening? I was doing some hunting today. I just got back half an hour ago. Anyone coming to town with you? No, I was alone. See anyone you knew? Not that I can think of. A lot of strangers around. Why? What's wrong, Sergeant? Where have you been all evening, Charlie? Well, here at home. Had any company? I know. My dad's here, but he's been in his room sleeping since 8 o'clock. You looking for someone? Look at this knife, Charlie. Who was killed? Jack Barlow was murdered tonight with this knife. You recognize it, Charlie? That's my knife. I thought so. I'm the man you want, Sergeant. What? Sam? I'm sorry, Charlie. But Sergeant Preston would have found out sooner or later. Are you confessing to the murder of Jack Barlow? Yes. Sergeant Preston took Sam Brown to jail and locked him in a cell. Then the Mountie examined the ground beneath the small cell window. But the earth was swept clean of snow and showed no footprints. Preston looked at the window. There was really no more than an air vent. Putting himself in the murderous place, Preston reached through the bars and drew the oil skin covering aside. Even if Sam Brown is the best knife thrower in the world, it would have been almost impossible for him to hit Barlow from here. See if you can find a scent here, under the window. That's it, boy. King snipped at the ground, then looked up at his master. That's it, King. Get the scent and follow it. You find it, King? It's a matter, boy. Don't you understand? Well, come on. We'll go back to Charlie's and get a pair of Sam's boots. Once you get the scent from them, you'll know what you're looking for. But even that didn't help. King went to Brown's cabin and snipped Sam's boots. He returned with his master to the spot outside the cell window. Strong, King. King tried to tell his master there was no scent to follow. Sam may be covering for Charlie. Perhaps she was the one who stood here. Come on, boy. This time, we'll get Charlie's boots. For the third time that night, Sergeant Preston and his dog went to Brown's cabin. Preston borrowed one of Charlie's boots, then went back to the jail with King. The great dog went around in circles. He knew what Sergeant Preston expected. King knew he was letting Preston down because he could find no scent. He didn't know where to go from the jail. There was nothing to follow. His ears were flat against his head and his tail was down as he caught the note of disappointment and discouragement in Sergeant Preston's voice. All right, boy. I guess you've had enough of the work out for the night. We'll turn in. It was after 2 o'clock when the mountain's dog headed toward the hotel. Preston hesitated to disturb Charlie again that night, so he took the boot he had borrowed to his hotel room with him. King curled the side of Preston's bed, but the great dog didn't sleep. He nuzzled the boot from time to time and whimpered his bewilderment. We'll continue our story in just a moment. Well, sir, fellas and girls, I wonder if we're going to have a visitor today. Well, sure enough, we do have a visitor. Rather peculiar-looking one, too. Uh, judging by that odd cap you're wearing, that huge hat you're wearing is the one you're wearing. By that odd cap you're wearing, that huge pipe to say nothing of that magnifying glass in your hand, I'd say that you, sir, are a detective. Right, old boy. I'd say, too, that your name is, uh, Sherlock. Ducidly clever of you, old chap. Ducidly clever. I see. Well, tell us, what brings you here? Shh. Don't tell a soul. I'm on the trail of something big, colossal. Well, what is it? Uh, by Joe, I seem to have quite forgotten. Well, maybe I can help you remember. Is it something we all know about? Oh, quite. It's famous, you know. It's, uh, delightfully edible and has something to do with some sort of a... weapon. Oh! You say it's good to eat and it has something to do with a weapon? Listen. By Joe, that's it. It's ejected from guns. Oh, Sherlock, you mean shot from guns. Right, oh, wheat or rice, shot from guns. On my word. Seems like there's another matter. Connected with a quadruped of some sort. Oh, you mean... Right, oh. I knew I'd track it down. I've been looking for the breakfast that's colossal. Wheat or rice, shot from guns and topped with milk or cream and fruits. Well, uh, thanks, old chap. Must be running along now. Pipped and all that sort of thing. Well, sir, fellas and girls, don't forget, wheat or rice shot from guns means just one thing. It means Quaker Puffed Wheat or Quaker Puffed Rice. It means the ready-to-serve breakfast cereal of king-size colossal grains of premium wheat or rice exploded up, up, up to eight times normal size. Shot through and through with keen nut-like flavor, too. Bigger and better tasting. That's Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. Just remember, the original crisp, fresh, wheat or rice shot from guns is never sold in bags or bulk. Be sure to ask mom to get the famous big red and blue package with the smiling Quaker Man on the front. He's your guarantee that you're getting the one and only Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. Now to continue our story. Sergeant Preston didn't stop for breakfast. He went directly to the jail and nodded briefly to the guard on duty who had relieved Zack. The great dog king was subdued and quiet as he watched his master place the tin coffee pot over the burner. Coffee isn't fresh, but I'll have it before I start to work. It'll do for a bracer. Hi there, Sergeant Preston. How are you? Fine, Zack. Care for some coffee. It'll be hot in a few minutes. That's left over from last night. I thought it was. I just had breakfast at Charlie's. She's not there this morning. Her dad's doing the cooking. I see. Had any sleep? Oh, no, no. After Slim relieved me, I thought I'd better stick around. Maybe you'll need me. Say that coffee's just about boiling. Oh, it's hot. Sam, have anything to say this morning? Well, just that he killed Wildo. That's all? He's not too talkative. I see. You figure they'll hang him? It's up to a jury, Zack. Someone must have told him Barlow almost threw a skillet at Charlie yesterday. So he killed Barlow by knifeing him in the back? I don't think so. I'm that kind of man, Zack. Well, he's quick tempered. So's Charlie. Yeah? That Charlie's a whole lot quicker on the trigger than Sam. Oh, uh, more coffee? No, thanks, Zack. One cup of stale coffee's enough. Sergeant Preston returned to the desk. Took out some papers and started to work. Funny. I got enough sleep last night. What's that, Sergeant? No, nothing, Zack. You know, I think I'll take these reports to the hotel I can fill them out there. You safeies, Sergeant? They shouldn't be, but I am. Come on, King. When he reached his hotel, he had his bed. I think I'll rest a minute, King. Strange. I could hardly keep my eyes open. I don't understand. It was almost two hours later. Charlie Brown was an Amos West office in the back of his cafe. Amos, I want to get the best lawyer in the territory for Sam. That'll take plenty of money, Charlie. Yeah, I know. So I'll sell out to you now. Now, Charlie, your interest is so muddy important to me. I want to help you out. But frankly, your place isn't worth as much to me now as it was before. How much will you pay? Well, my original offer was $10,000. Now, I couldn't go higher than two. What? But by stretching a point in your account, I might make it three. $3,000. You see, Barlow's into the businesses in bad shape. I've got $2,000 tied up in equipment alone. Many people up here are interested in business. Most of them want to dig for gold. It might be a little difficult to find a buyer right now, but, uh... Perhaps if you wait a few months, you'll get more for it. But I need the cash now. I'll give you the money immediately. I've got to get money. That's the only way to do it. I'll sell it. I'll draw the papers right away and pay you before you leave the office. Yeah. Then I'll send a Dawson for a lawyer. A complicated legal papers, a transaction of this sort between friends. Dawson, I got to talk to you. I went over to the jail to pick up that coffee pot so I could get rid of the drug coffee and I found out that Preston drank some of it this morning. He left the jail and went back to his hotel. He must have been knocked out inside of 15 minutes and when he comes to... Shut up! Oh, I didn't know anyone was in here. Well, you know it now. Drugged coffee at the jail. Hold on! That coffee went to Zach Thomas. If Zach was drugged... I didn't mean to spill the beans, boss. You shut up! Not you. Amos, I'm just beginning to savvy things. Bruno, close that door to the cafe. Yeah, boss. You want me to leave, boss? No. Sam didn't kill Barlow. Why, if you knew that coffee was drugged, you could have opened the jail door when Zach was sleeping. Well, would you, boss? She knows. Amos, West, you know good hypocrite. Barlow wasn't killed by a night that was thrown. He was stabbed and you did it. Easy, Charlie. Take it easy. Easy! You white-washed foreplusher. Why, I ought to beat your fat, ugly face. Shut up! Don't you tell me to shut up, you murderer! So you were going to let my Sam hang for what you did. Sam confessed to my death. And you must have had a hand in that confession. I'll show you, Amos West. Look out, boss. Thanks, boss. I got her, boss. Get your filthy hands off me, you big pig! Get him off you two-bitted pig! Hold her, Bruno. I'll get my guy. She's worse than a pack of wild cats. All right, let her go. Now, Charlie, I can shoot you and Bruno will swear it was self-defense. You drugged Zach, didn't you? Yes, I was drugged. If that was really quite simple, I merely called at the jail, left Bruno outside to see that no one came in. Well, you got the keys, unlocked the cell and stabbed Barlow. They're astute deduction, Charlie. They're very astute. Barlow never knew what happened. He died without waking. It may be a little more difficult to dispose of you, but I promise you I shall dispose of you unless you decide to be agreeable. What do you mean, agreeable? I want you to sign it with a restaurant. To you? You must think I'm crazy. I'll wait over now and I'll get you out of town at once and ship you back to the stage. What about Sam? He confessed to murder him. I can't do anything for him, but I'll send you a father out with you. Why, if I sign my restaurant over to you, I'd be dead before the ink was dry. Charlie, I give you my word. Your word? Why, I've heard sideshow barkers that were a whole lot easier to believe than you are. You killed your own partner to get his share of this cafe. If you think I'm kidded into believing there will be any different with me, you're crazy. You know, Charlie, Bruno could get you a father. What's my father got to do with this? You might be more agreeable if you see how painfully your stubbornness affects him. You don't want him to be hurt, do you? So be reasonable, Charlie. Just sign this paper. That's all you have to do. Sergeant Preston awakened with difficulty. He fell as if he were fighting his way to consciousness. Like a drowning man struggling to reach the surface the moldy opened his eyes and finally grasped the reality of his surroundings. He must have been asleep. Just a day's loggy. He reached for his watch on a nearby table. What? I'd been sleeping for two hours. Two hours? King old boy. He seemed to have a headache. A sick headache. Felt fine when I got up this morning. He stood up and, as he did, a giddyness assailant. With it came a sudden realization. Now I know what's wrong. Like before, I know the feeling, of course. That's it. I didn't start for breakfast this morning, so it must have been that coffee I drank in the jail. Come on, Dwayne, I'll get my park on. We're going to learn more about this. With King at his heel, Sergeant Preston hurried down Main Street to the jail. Zack was sitting in the office and he had a troubled look on his face. Zack, where'd that coffee come from? What coffee? Oh, you mean what you had this morning? Well, that's what Amos West sent over last night. Did you fall asleep last night after drinking it? Well... I won't hold it against you if you did. I had some of it this morning and I fell asleep. I think it's drugged. Sergeant, I'd been worried half to death about it. I didn't want to tell you I fell asleep for fear of losing my job. But I had about two cups of that. They never knew what hit me. I was dead to the world. Thought so. It's been bothering me. With Sam likely to hang. Well, I thought I ought to tell you today. That's all right, Zack. So it came from West Café, eh? Yes. Where are you going? The Sea West, Monking. Now, King, we'll call on Amos West and see who made that coffee for the jail. They got to learn who had the chance to drug him. Since his failure to find the scent his master was looking for, King had been unusually quiet. He was ashamed that he hadn't been able to help Sergeant Preston. Meekly, he followed his master across the street toward Amos West Café. But as Preston headed toward the front door of the frame building, King suddenly stopped in his tracks. One boy. What is it, King? Come on, fellow. We can't waste time here. I've got to see Amos West. Instead of going to the front entrance of the café, King headed toward a private entrance in the rear. The great husky had suddenly found the scent Preston was looking for. Now, he could follow Charlie Brown. King, come back here, King. Confound it. As Sergeant Preston approached Amos West's private entrance to the café, he saw his dog hurling himself against the door scratching and clawing at the wood. King. Charlie. Charlie Brown. Open this door in the name of the law. Get away from the door, King. I'll open it in a hurry. Come on, King. Wait in front. Yes, me, Sergeant. As Sergeant Preston and King came through the outside door, Jepson, another of West's henchmen, entered the office from the café. Amos West stood to the side with his gun drawn. Open your gun, Preston. Big Bruno released his grip on Charlie Brown and charged toward the Mouty, while Jepson snatched to the sneak digger. King entered the room on the rock and suddenly left the floor in a powerful leap. His full weight struck Amos West and the big café owner went down. Sergeant Preston and Big Bruno went at each other with hard fists, each man delivering smashed blows in an effort to overcome the others. Charlie saw Jepson pull his derringer from his shoulder holster. I think well, it's not as good as the knife, but it'll do. Jepson's shock went wild. The heavy barrels struck him on the forehead and he slumped to the floor. Good work, Charlie. I'll get you, Mouty. That didn't get me, Brunner. This is for you. Here's another. Big Bruno doubled over as Preston's fist drove deep into his stomach. With lightning speed, the Mouty struck again. Brunner's head snapped back and he was out of the fight for keys. Good work, King. You've kept Amos pinned to the floor. We couldn't do any harm. I will, after I pick up your gun. All right, King. I'll get up, Amos. Sergeant Preston. It was Amos that stabbed Barlow. He admitted it to me. He went to the jail with Brunner after he sent Zack that drug coffee. Zack was sleeping when this polka had got the keys, opened the cell door and let Barlow have it. Shut up, I'm talking. I came here, Sergeant Torfer, to sell my place as I could get Sam a good lawyer. And that big dumb Bruno busted in and said you'd got a cup of the drug coffee. Then the whole story came out. Amos tried to force me to sign my restaurant over to him. He threatened to kill my father and me if I didn't. Oh, my head wasn't one. What hit me? I'd like to hit you with a slab of granite. It was Sergeant Preston that hit you, Bruno. Want some more fight? No. No, I give up. Don't hit me again. I admit I helped the boss. I helped him. I took coffee to Zack, but I didn't kill Barlow. I didn't. Amos Weston it. Oh, you shut up. Sergeant Preston, listen to me. You've got to give me a chance to explain. You'll have your chance in court, Amos. What about Sam, Sergeant? He didn't have anything to do with Barlow's killing. I know he didn't. I'll release him when I take these three over to lock them up. That's Sam. Why do you suppose he ever admitted murder? Why do you suppose he lied like that? Unless Amos had some kind of a threat hanging over his head. No, no, I didn't. I think you'll find that Sam was shielding you, Charlie. You mean... You mean he thought I killed Barlow and he was taking the blame for me? Big salute. You remember you threatened to take the law into your own hands. How did you and King happen to come here just when I needed you most? King deserves a credit for that. But how? Apologize, Charlie. Yes, King, I should have understood, boy. I know now that there was no scent outside that window. Perhaps it was a good thing that we tried so hard to find it because when you finally found Charlie's scent, you really went into action. Yes, boy, thanks to you, this case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Monday's adventure. 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Listen Monday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of the lucky shirt. The lucky shirt belonged to a man called Nifty Smith. He always wore it when he needed luck and he used that shirt when he stole a fortune that King was guarding. He gave off fumes that King could not combat. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Monday. Boys and girls, who owns the best-looking dog in your neighborhood? Whose dog is always at his mast side? Well, I'll bet he eats caption because feeding a dog kennel ration is mighty swell. Kennel ration is made with choice cuts of U.S. government-inspected horse meat and packed with vitamins and minerals. Start feeding your dog kennel ration today and watch for a thick, glossy coat, clear, bright eyes and a playful, happy disposition. Have Mom get kennel ration at her favorite dealer today. Kennel ration, first in canned dog food. This is Jay Michael wishing you good-bye, good luck and good health from Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice. So long. This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.