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What's more, these genuine stiff back trading cards featuring 35 famous kinds of dogs including King himself are yours at no extra cost. There's no waiting. Here, full details in just a few minutes. When Jim Mason, Canada's most famous dog trainer, died, he left his kennels to his daughter, Judy who soon found that while she had inherited her father's dogs, she had not inherited his reputation. In response to a letter, Sergeant Preston, his great dog King, dropped into sea, Judy, when making a patrol to the town of Porcupine where she lived. After a cordial reception, she asked Sergeant Preston, Sergeant, you know a dog trainer named Duggan? Duggan? Yes. I know a gambler named Spade Duggan, but he operates in normal Alaska. He races a dog. Then he's the man I mean. I suspected he was a gambler. What about him? Well, about a month ago he came to see me. He wanted to buy my dogs. Said I didn't want to sell them and he replied that he was thinking of moving his kennels to the Yukon. Sort of a threat, huh? I took it as such. He could offer a stiff competition if he did come into the Yukon. Why, Judy, or the fine strain of Huskies you have, you needn't fear competition from anyone. That's where you're wrong, Sergeant. It was my father who had the reputation as a dog trainer, and people don't think a girl can train dogs. You mean you're not selling them? People are not buying them. I may be forced to sell out to Spade Duggan unless, unless you can suggest something. That's why I sent for you. Dad trusted you more than anyone and he said if I ever needed help, I should call on you. Well, I appreciate your father's confidence in me, Judy. However, this has taken me by surprise and I'd like to think it over before advising him. If I could only prove to the people of Yukon that a girl can train good dogs, well, I could hold on to what I have. King and I are going to be in porcupine for a couple of days. Suppose I think it over and drop in again before I leave. Very well, Sergeant. And I'm sure you'll think of something. I'll certainly try, Judy. Two days later, Sergeant Preston called on Judy Mason again and outlined a plan whereby she could prove her ability as a dog trainer the equal of her famous father. I had a talk with the businessmen of porcupine. I found them anxious to honor your father in some way. So I suggested an annual dog race to be known as the Jim Mason Memorial to be run between porcupine and 20 miles. Sergeant, I'm so proud. Dad would have liked nothing better. Golden Cup will go to the winner. I'm in favor of that. I know those dog raisers and trainers interested in fine dogs will enter. All right, Judy. The businessmen think the race will be good advertising for porcupine in 20 miles, and it will provide you a chance to prove that a woman can train dogs. You bet it will. Sergeant, if I can win that first race, I'll have nothing to worry about from then on. My dogs will sell. I'm counting on you to win. So are the businessmen. I'd hate to see the championship taken away from porcupine. I'll do my best to win, and do it. The race will be the 20 mile in return, making it 40 miles in all. You see, Judy, the proof of a good sled dog is stamina as well as speed. Of course. After the preliminaries, there'll be only two teams in the race. Each of them will take a different route to 20 mile. The dogs will have to break their own trail all the way. That will take stamina. It certainly will. At 20 mile, the dogs will be clocked for time and examined by a competent veterinarian. What about the return to porcupine? Well, that'll be for speed, Judy. Now, for instance, if you are one of the two competing teams to reach 20 mile, you'll return to porcupine over the trail broken by your opponent's team. And my opponent will travel over my trail to 20 mile. That's right. Are you going to enter a team, Sergeant? Why, no, Judy. Why do you want to? Well, if you were, and King were your lead dog, I wouldn't even enter. King appreciates the compliment, Judy, that we're police officers, but dogs don't... I'm glad of that. Now, take my advice. Start working out a good team immediately. Check and recheck for the best route to 20 mile. I certainly will, Sergeant. I'll begin at once. A town of porcupine spread the story of the race far and wide in an effort to make the Mason Memorial Race a great event. When the news reached in Omalaska, Spade Doug and the gambler called in his dog racer, a man named Frenchie Duvall. Frenchie, we're entering that race. You can start working out our best team right now. Oh, boss, have you gone crazy? Like chicken with no head, ah? There is no money for winning the race. Only a stupid cop. You let me do the thinking around here. You stick to dog racing. Ah, wait, wait. But it is foolish business this racing for stupid cop just to say. I've got reasons. Good reasons. I'll not only make a clean-up on bets, but I may be able to convince that Mason girl to sell out. I get my hands on those dogs of hers. Well, there'll be no one in the north who can beat me. Yeah, you mean if you win the race. I'll win it. You leave that to me. Just make sure that we start with a team that'll take us through the preliminaries. I get ready. We'll go to porcupine. As soon as possible, Spade Dougan went to porcupine with his dogs and driver. As the day of the race approached, hundreds of men from far and near came into town to see the big event. Sergeant Preston had been out on patrol. When he returned with King to maintain law and order, he was seen by one of Dougan's friends who hurried to the Nugget Cafe where Spade sat with Frenchie de Valle. Oh, here comes Mugs Davis. He is excited, no? Mugs is always excited about something. Doesn't mean a thing. Hey, boss. Guess who just hit town. How do I know what I'm interested in? There's how much of my money of your bet. But, boss, it's the Mountie. Preston? Yeah. Him and his dog are heading this way right now. I just seen them. Get out of here, Mugs. I don't want them to know I ever saw you. Well, sure, sure, boss. Well, I thought you ought to know he's in town. I'd have found that out in due time. Now clear out of here and spread my cash around. Yeah. I'll see you later, maybe. See, you bet that money before you do. So, Preston's in town now. Got a hunch we'll be seeing him soon, Frenchie. Oh, we. That is he coming through the door now, is it not? Yeah, that's him and his dog. They're heading right for this table. Oh, that dog. Never have I seen such a great dog before. Telling that doesn't make it feel good. Right now, I may need his goodwill. Hello, Sergeant. Frenchie, it's our... Late this afternoon. You have a wonderful dog, Sergeant Preston. I have ear much about him. Thanks. Meet my driver, Frenchie Deval. Deval. It is my pleasure, Sergeant. Have a drink, Sergeant. No, thanks. Just wanted to ask you something, Duggan. Yeah? What is it? I understand quite a bit of money is being bet on your team. I thought it. I expect a win. Is it your money? Oh, no, not mine. Just a lot of the folks think I've got the best team. That's all. I see. Well, make sure you don't do any betting yourself. You'll be disqualified if you do. Oh, don't worry about that, Sergeant. I know the rules. Do you know a man named Mugs Davis? Mugs Davis. Oh, yeah, yeah. I understand he's some tinhorn who's doing a lot of betting. Do you know him? Oh, in an offhand way. But he's no friend of mine, if that's what you mean. Very well. Come on, King. Let's go, fellow. In the two days that followed, dog team after dog team was eliminated in the preliminaries. Finally, only those of Spade Duggan and Judy Mason remained to be pitted against each other in the main race to 20 mile. It was then that the gambler Spade Duggan outlined to Frenchie Duvall and Mugs Davis his scheme for winning. He found them enthusiastic. Spade, you are a very smart man. Before I come in here, I would bet against our own team. Yeah, I felt the same way. That girl's team has sure got us outclassed. But class don't mean nothing the way Spade's got it worked, huh? Well, I'm glad you, Gents, give me credit for having brain. Now, each one of you know what to do. Yeah, sure, Spade. I take the second string of dogs in a sled and head for the crossing in Elk River tonight. Right. Frenchie will meet you there tomorrow. I get going, Mugs. Don't let anyone see you heading out of town. Sure. They won't see me. Oh, Mugs. Yeah, Frenchie? My dog team is down the street. As long as you are going to the kennels, will you drive it over there? Put the dogs up for the night. Yeah, sure thing, Frenchie. I'll drive them over and save you the trouble. So long. See you tomorrow at Elk River Crossing. Shouldn't have left that team on the street, Frenchie. That lead dog's quarrelsome. He might get into a fight and get hurt. Oh, I do not worry, Spade. There are no dogs on the street this late at night. It is snowing too hard. Meanwhile, Sergeant Preston had just attended a hurried meeting of the racing committee, and with King at his side was en route to Judy Mason's cottage to tell her what had transpired. Snow was falling, blurring the vision as they walked along the street, and they failed to see the dog team in front of the hotel until they were abreast of it. Then suddenly, the leader plunged sabbathly at King Knuckley and more fellows. Stand your ground, King. Stand your ground. In an instant, the whole team plunged into the fray, sending the new fallen snow into swirling clouds that almost obscured the battle royal from the spectators who rushed to the scene. Hey, you must cut that out! Cut it out, I said! Hey, come on! Stop it! Cut it out! Come on out! Sergeant Preston was about to stop the fight when he saw Marge Davis rush in and grab a driving whip from the sled and begin lashing the dogs. Preston called a king, and the great dog came to his side. You handled yourself well, fella. Fighting a team's no easy job. Oh, it's your dog, eh, Sergeant? Yes, they jumped him as we passed. I'm mighty sorry about that. I sure am. I guess I better get him off the street. That's a good idea. Up, you huskies! Much! Much, you huskies! No easy, fella, while I watched the snow walk. I wouldn't know you. There, now you look like my dog. Now let's get on our way to Judy's cottage. I've got to tell her where we're going tonight. We'll continue our story in just a moment. Fellows and girls, listen. You're about to get in on the most exciting offer ever made by the breakfast cereal shot from gun. 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That's how easy it is to collect them. So save them, swap them. Start now. Now to continue our story. Sergeant Preston found Judy Mason waiting for him, and he explained what had transpired at the meeting of the committee. A rumor got started in town late today, right after the preliminaries were completed, and the race is fixed. Fixed? In whose favor, Sergeant? In favor of Spade Duggan. Then that would mean he'd bought me off. Yes, Judy, the race were fixed. It would probably mean that. It's generally conceded that your team is the better of the two by far. Do you believe I'd sell out? No, and neither does the committee. Oh, I'm glad to hear that. How could such a rumor get started? Because of the betting, Judy. Ordinarily, the odds on Spade Duggan's team would have dropped that despite the showing you made. But the odds have gone up in his favor. Natural conclusion is the race is fixed. I see. Pay no attention to the gambling angle. I'm not interested in it. Committee wants me to go to 20 miles and see the things are running the level there. Yes, each team is officially clocked there before it starts their return to Porcupine. King and I are leaving right away. Well, Sergeant, thanks for telling me the rumors. I thought you should know. Well, King, ready, boy? King is always ready for your concern, Sergeant. Oh, it stops snowing. Yes, it has. But enough is fallen to make it a real race tomorrow. Well, Judy, King and I will see you in 20 miles tomorrow. Good night, Sergeant. Good night. Good morning. Good morning. The following morning, a great crowd gathered in the main street of Porcupine to see the start of the Jim Mason Memorial race to 20 miles. Judy Mason and Frenchie Duvall stood beside their respective sleds, each confident of victory, as the starter gave the last-minute instructions. Quiet, please. Quiet. Now, you drivers, listen carefully. These are your official instructions. Now, Frenchie Duvall, you are to follow the western course across Elk River at the fort, then into 20 miles. Judy Mason, you are to take the eastern route, also crossing the Elk River, three miles east of the fort, and then to 20 miles. Do both of you understand? I do. I understand. At 20 miles, you will be clocked for time of arrival and departure. Then, Frenchie, you will follow the eastern route, and, Miss Mason, you will take the western route for the return to Porcupine. Understand? Yes. Then get set for the gun! Up, Husky! Up, up there! It was more than three hours later that Frenchie Duvall arrived at the Elk River crossing to find Mugs Davis waiting for him. Hi, Frenchie. I was wondering when you'd show up. I have made good time getting here, Mugs. See you there, Huskies! It took but a few moments to exchange teams. The racing team being hitched to Mug Davis sled, and the latter's dogs hitched to the racing sled. Then Frenchie gave Mugs his orders. Follow the river, Mugs. It is a distance of three miles, and the girl will have passed by the time you get there. She won't see me. Then wait there for me. It will give the dogs at least two hours of much needed rest. And that's all they'll need to win the race. Let's go, Mugs! Frenchie Duvall and Judy Mason reached 20 miles almost at the same time, and each were handed a card bearing the official time of their arrival. After the dogs had been examined, Frenchie started out on the return trail. Judy called to Sergeant Preston as she made ready to leave. When will I see you again, Sergeant? I think I are leaving now, Judy. I'm following you on skis. Sorry, I can't wait for you. It's better get started. See you in porcupine! All right, King. Let's go. The trail, now beaten down by the passage of the two dog teams, made easy traveling for the Mountian King. But Judy and her team was far out of sight by the time Sergeant Preston and King neared the Elk River forward. King raced ahead of his master. But when he reached the ice of the river, Sergeant Preston saw him stop, sniff the air, and then wheel east. King, come back, boy. As Sergeant Preston called for him to return, the great dog obeyed, but he was growling when he came up. That's not the trail the porcupine fellow has straight ahead. What's the matter? You're all gristled up. What are you trying to tell me? King could see that his master did not understand that a team of dogs had turned from the trail going east, and that it was the same team of dogs that had jumped him in front of the hotel the night before. In an effort to make the Mountian understand, he growled viciously and nuzzled the trail that was barely visible on the ice. Now I see what you mean. Sled and dogs turned east from here only a short while ago. That's why you're so excited, King? For a moment, Sergeant Preston was unconcerned, and then the facts of the case began to shape themselves and his mind. I wonder what that sled could have been doing here. It had anything to do with the race. The way you're acting, fella, I think you know a lot more about it than I do. Well, there's only one way to find out. Let's trail it and see who's driving it. Lead on here. Meanwhile, Frenchie Duvall had arrived at the appointed place where Elk River cut the east trail and found Mugs Davis waiting for him. The rested dogs were quickly switched to the racing sled, and Frenchie was ready for the last lap for the race to porcupine. The dogs, they are rested. They will travel fast now. Yeah, you bet they will, Frenchie. They're anxious to get going, too. You follow, but do not let anyone see you enter the town. I'll make sure they don't. Now get going, Frenchie. The town of porcupine was in a state of high excitement as the time neared for the two contesting teams to return on the last lap from 20 miles. The main street was packed with a seething mass of humanity, watching for the racing teams to appear. They should be coming in any time now. I'm betting on the girl. She's got a team of dogs no one can beat. Don't be too sure of that, partners. Babe Duggan's team may give her a run for her money. Here it comes! Hey, look, here comes the team now. It's Duggan's team. Come on, Frenchie! Come on, boys! Amid the cheers of the throng, Frenchie Duvall drove Spade Duggan's team across the finish line. And when he had been officially clocked, the gambler drew him aside. Everything work out as I planned it, Frenchie? No, the plan. It worked perfectly. Mowdy didn't get suspicious. You switching teams? No. Fortunately, the girl and I arrived at 20 miles at about the same time. While I was being clocked, he was talking to her. He was talking to me. Good. Where's Mugs Davis? He's following. Should be here soon. You told him to keep out of sight when he nears town? I hope he gets here soon. He's got to start collecting bets. Come on, Judy! It is the girl. Yeah, here she comes. You'll have to be clocked for time, but we beat her. There's no doubt of that. And now perhaps she will be willing to sell her kennels to you, Spade. Yeah, I think so. And Frenchie, with her dogs and our kennel, there's not a team in all of Canada that can lick us. We'll clean up. Judy Mason raced her dogs across the finish line and wheeled them back in front of the judges to be clocked. But when she saw Frenchie Duvall and Spade Duggan grinning at her triumphant lead, she knew that she had lost. One of the judges confirmed this a moment later. Well, Duggan, it looks like you're the winner. Duggan wins! Thanks, judge. Well, little lady, it just goes to show the best dogs win. Congratulations, Mr. Duggan. And you two, Frenchie. Merci. Miss Mason, after the cup ceremony is over, I'd like to have a talk with you. Now to the ward, the golden cup to the winner! I'll have to explain that later. The ceremony is going to start. Just a moment, judge. What's that, Miss Mason? Couldn't we delay the presentation of the cup for a short time? For what reason, Miss Mason? Sergeant Preston was the one who first proposed this race, in memory of my father. Yes, that's right, but he's a 20-mile. He left 20 miles when I did. Oh, that's different. We'll wait, Miss Judy. Thank you, judge. I'll tell the folks. It has been requested that the presentation of the golden cup be postponed for a short time to allow Sergeant Preston to be present. Come here, Frenchie. We. Sneak over to the kennels and tell Mugs Davis to shake a leg. He must be back in town by now. We. He don't start collecting our pets. We, I go get him. All right. Half an hour passed and the crowd was growing impatient. Frenchie Duvall, who had gone to the kennels, pushed his way through the crowd to where Spade Duggan was standing beside the team he had entered in the race. I've been looking for Mugs. Where is he? I don't know. I sent you to get him. His dogs are at the kennel, but he is not there. You say his dogs are in the kennel? We, I see them myself. Hey, what's that? It's Preston. We. They're in here like he's after somebody. Have the team, Frenchie. Hold on to him here. Hold on. Separate those dogs. Stop it, I say. Hold on to him, Frenchie. Hold on. I'm going down, boy. What's the idea? Sergeant, you should have better control over your dog. I didn't want to control him and I expected exactly what happened. Judge, has the cup been awarded? No, we were waiting for you to arrive. Good. Now we can go ahead and present it to Frenchie Duval. Duval did not win the cup. He certainly did. Of course I won it. I was here first and I had the better time. Duval. Your dog team was in front of the hotel last night. Well, what of that? When I passed with King, your team jumped him. Mugs Davis and I had to separate those dogs. That's why King went for your dogs the next time he saw them, just now. Ah, that has nothing to do with the race. Let the cup be awarded. It has everything to do with the race. King would have jumped your dogs at 20 miles if he'd seen them there. They were there. Of course they were, Sergeant Preston. Duval turned in a certificate to prove he'd been at 20 miles. Duval was there, but with a different team. I was suspicious when King didn't show any antagonism told your team. Now see here, Preston, what are you trying to put on? A different team, you say, Preston? A Duggan's team went no farther than Elk River. That's a lie. You can't prove what you say, Preston. Oh, yes, I can. I overtook Mugs Davis on the trail and he was with the dogs that appeared at 20 miles. He told me the whole story, how he helped you in this fraud by using his team for part of the race. He's in jail right now, putting his confession into writing. Judy Mason wins the race! Just a moment, Judge. You can announce the winner and present the cup I've taken Duggan and Duval in the custody for fraud. Come on, you two. You're under arrest in the name of the queen. Hey! The following morning, Sergeant Preston prepared to return to Dawson. He and King dropped in at the neat little cottage to tell Judy Mason goodbye. Sergeant, you'll never know how much you've done for me and how I appreciate it. I'm glad King and I were able to help you, Judy. You know, your father is a great friend of ours. I only wish he could see that cup you won. So do I, Sergeant. I'm so proud of it. I just ran into a couple of mining men on the way here and they said they'd bought some of your dogs. I wanted to tell you about that. After I'd been declared the winner, I could have sold every dog in my kennel. Oh, that's wonderful, Judy. Just goes to show that I had to prove a woman can train good dogs. Thanks to you and King, I did prove it. And thanks to King, those who would have stolen your victory are now in jail. Hello, fellow. Let's be going. This case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Wednesday's adventure. 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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 Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. The breakfast cereal shot from gun. Listen Wednesday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of the million-dollar deadline. The Yukon Trail is at its worst in the early spring of the year when the snow was soft and exhausted. Ted and Mary Martin had to make the long trip to Dawson or lose a fortune. And because we knew the condition of the trail, King and I went along to guide and guard them. But there was more than nature against us. There was murder in the air. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Wednesday. This is J. Michael wishing you good-bye, good luck and good health from Quaker Puffed Wheat so long. This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.