 Now, as gunshots echo across the windswept snow-covered reaches of the wild north-west, Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice, the breakfast cereal shot from guns, present the challenge of the Yukon. It's Yukon King, swift as the strongest lead dog of the north-west, blazing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the north-west mounted police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On King, on the west king. Gold, gold discovered in 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. Fellas and girls, long hours at school or playing basketball or other games, call for a hearty breakfast. Tomorrow, make yours a breakfast of delicious Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice with milk or cream and fruit. Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice furnish added health benefits of restored natural-grade amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and dion. What's more, these ready-to-serve king-size kernels of premium wheat or rice are shot from guns to make them crisp and tender. They're delicious. Yes, try them. You'll say, here are breakfasts we like to eat. Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat. Two men, hidden by a tall rock, stood near a bend in the trail that led to raccoon crossing. Jewels, a shifty-eyed French-Canadian, was dwarfed by the tall, burly form of Jay Lyman who stood with his rifle ready, watching the trail through the lightly falling snow. He should be getting here soon. He wasn't more than five miles from this bend when we spotted him from the top of the hill. You get that? He's close. There. Come on, bend now. I'll do any shooting that's necessary. You stop the dodge. Good. You're much better shot than me. Stop that team and put up your hands. As the two men ran toward the startled trapper, Lyman's foot caught in a route concealed by the snow. He fell headlong. And at that moment, the trapper pulled the trigger of his revolver almost in Jewels' face. But the next instant, Lyman's rifle spoke from where he had fallen. The trapper fell forward in the snow. His dogs milled about wildly on the trail. Oh, oh, your mangroves. Get up. Jewels. Jewels, how you hurt, man? I tripped on a route, but I got right after he shot you. He's dead. I better get you on a sled. Jewels, keep my rifle here, Jewels' old boy. If they think you killed him, they may not look for anyone else. I'll get these furs to Dirk. Lush! It was late that night that Lyman sat with Dirk Crane in the back room of his trading post at Raccoon Crossing. Dirk's appearance was deceiving. He was very fat, with a round red face that was almost jovial, until one saw the sly little pig eyes that shone like small bits of steel from the flesh that framed them. He smiled as he looked at the pile of furs Lyman had brought in. Would you go to hold, Lyman? It'll net us plenty. Especially now that we divide two ways instead of three. It's too bad about Jewels, but it means a lot more money for both of us. Yeah, but I can't handle these holdups alone. I need someone to help me. You can't do it, that's sure. Oh, I might be raking mass. Anyway, we won't be doing any more holdups for a while. According to my records, most of the trappers have brought him their season sketchy. The ones who made it, I mean. I hope the bodies don't come around asking to see your books. You let me attend that, Lyman. I'm not a fool. All the furs are accounted for, whether the trappers themselves brought them in or whether you did. The furs that you brought are listed under names of trappers far out of range of the Mounties Patrol. Now, don't worry. They'll never suspect me. I've had this trading post too long. Until you came, I wasted my time making a little money, honestly. Well, you better not depend too much on your honest reputation. Those Mounties aren't fools. Corporal Andrews, the Mounties Patrol's district is a good friend of mine. He'd never suspect me. That's why it was necessary for you and Jules to keep out of sight. Now, the Mounties will never suspect me. Dirk Crane would have been surprised if he had heard the conversation that was taking place at Mounted Police Headquarters in Dawson City, as Inspector Grayson talked earnestly to Sergeant Preston. Beside the Sergeant, like King, the Mounties' big lead dog, his head raised, his ears pointed forward, as if he too were listening to the words of the Inspector. According to Corporal Andrews, this Dirk Crane who runs the trading post is honest and law abiding, but we can't afford to leave anything or anyone unchecked. The fact remains that most of these fur robberies and murders have been committed in the territory within trading distance of his place. No furs that were stolen have ever been recovered, and he's never reported anyone who might be suspected. Have you ever met Dirk Crane, Sergeant? Well, I know, sir, I haven't. I've never been in that district. That's what I hoped. Sergeant, would it take you long to grow a beard? A beard? What? No, sir. Well, start growing one today. I'm going to send you up to Dirk Crane's district, but you won't be going as a Mounted Policeman. I see, sir. This isn't going to be too easy. The disguise is only part of it. You're going to have to do a bit of acting. I did quite a bit of plain clothes work in Montreal. You're not going to be just a prospector or trapper. You're going to play the role of a murderer. A murderer? Well, that is a bit different, sir. You'll have to work out the details yourself. But some way, I want you to represent yourself to Dirk Crane as a man the law is after. If Dirk Crane is on the level, he'll report you. If he isn't, there's just a chance that he may ask you to replace the man who was killed in the last robbery. I understand. We may be going to a lot of trouble for nothing, but on the other hand, we must be sure. Can I take King with me, sir? I don't know. Someone might recognize him. After all, he can't grow a beard. No one up there has ever seen King Inspector. They might know him by reputation, but they'd never recognize him. His name might make them suspect. A lot of dogs are called Kings, sir. Kings had so many dogs named after him that the whole Yukon territory is full of them. You can't take him up there looking like he does now. Look at him. His coat all brushed clean and sleek. Nobody'd ever take him for a dog belonging to a criminal. When we meet Dirk Crane, King won't look like that, I promise you. Very well, Sergeant. I know what a hardship it would be for both of you if you were separated. Take King with you. I could say. It'll take you some time to get ready for this job, Sergeant. Take it all out first and report to me before you leave. It took Sergeant Preston almost two weeks to get up to the district where Dirk Crane ran his trading post. Corporal Andrews of the Northwest Mounted Police lived about five miles from Dirk Crane's. He sat alone in his police cabin reading a book. It was very late and the corporal had put his book aside and started to bed when there was a knock at his door. Good evening. Something wrong? Who are you? You mind if my dog and I come in and get warm? No, no, come on in. Thanks. Just sit down near the stove. You lost? No. Well, you in trouble? I'm Corporal Andrews of the Northwest Mounted Police. This is the police cabin. That's just where I belong. Still don't know me, do you, Charlie? You don't even recognize King. We almost wagged his tail off when he saw you. King? Preston! Well, what on earth? I thought I'd try you first. That's why I didn't let you know I was coming. All of the drag-a-looking people I ever saw. And King, look at his coat, his fur! Poor King. He's puzzled about all this, I suppose. He's not the only one. What are you up to? Inspector sent me to help you with his fur robbery and murder. I couldn't ask for anyone better, but why the masquerade? He thinks perhaps Dirk Crane has something to do with it. Dirk Crane? I know Dirk. When you see him, you'll know that he couldn't have anything to do with a hold up. He's so fat and so big he'd be spotted in a minute. I'm afraid the inspector's wrong this time. Those are my orders, Charlie. I'm going to wait for the next blizzard. Man, by the looks of things, there's one on the way right now. Then I'm going to pretend to get lost. It was the following night that Dirk Crane started to turn down the light in his trading post. He knew that no one would brave the terrible storm that whistled around the walls. And he'd have no more customers that night. As his hand reached for the lamp, he hesitated and listened. He was sure he'd heard a dog bark. There's such a dog. Let me see if someone's getting here. Hey, what's wrong with you? There's the militant coming. Over here. All right. Throw your arm over my shoulder. Hey, come on. Can you walk? I'll try. It's just a good march there. It's a good thing that dog was with you. I've never heard you. Oh, here we are. Lift up your feet. I'll try. You can't eat in the back room. Hide. We've got to wait. What's that? Yeah, right now. We've got to wait. But hang, man. Don't kill that person. You've got to keep going. Don't want to hang. Hang. Keep going. Three things. That'll warm you up. Take another sweater. What's your name? Name. You've got to keep going. Please. I'm trying to sleep. You don't know what you're saying. You've got to keep going. Looks as if that master of yours is in a bad spot of some kind. Maybe he's just a man. The man I'm looking for. We'll continue our story in just a moment. Breakfast that's delicious for a breakfast that's nutritious. Remember these three famous words. Shot from guns. Yes, shot from guns stands for the original, the one and only Quaker Puff Rice or Quaker Puff Wheat. These are the giant size, the king size grains of premium wheat or rice shot from guns to make them bigger and better tasting. Think of it. Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice are actually exploded up, up, up to eight times normal size. That makes them crisp and tender as nuts in November. And as mother knows, wheat or rice shot from guns makes a deluxe family breakfast that's inexpensive, that's easy to fix as falling off a log. Just pour on a bowl full, add some fruit and milk or cream. Talk about good. What's more, long hours at school and play call for a hearty breakfast. And Quaker Puff Wheat and Quaker Puff Rice furnish added food values of restored natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin, and dion. So how about it? The whole family will be getting off to a flying start when you eat Quaker Puff Rice or Quaker Puff Wheat. Dirt's never sold in bags or bulk. To get the original crisp, fresh, wheat or rice shot from guns always buy the big red and blue packy with the smiling Quaker Man on the front. Get Quaker Puff Rice and Quaker Puff Wheat. Now to continue our story. Dirk Crane didn't know that the man he found in the snow was actually Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Mouted. He misinterpreted many of the things he said and gathered the impression that he was a fugitive from justice. This was right in line with Sergeant Preston's plan. The following morning, Dirk Crane looked searchingly at the unkempt haggard man who sat across from him. Would you like a cigar? Oh, not now, thanks. Funny your dog wasn't hungry. I tried to feed him before you woke up but he wouldn't touch his food until you gave it to him. Well, you see, I had to train him to take food only for me unless I said it was all right. I was afraid someone might try to poison him. Maybe a partner? Well, where is your partner now? What? Why do you ask about a partner? Was he all right when you left him? My partner? Of course he was. You don't remember coming in here last night, do you? Not very well. I guess I was a little out of my head. What's your name? You haven't told me. My name? Why, uh, call me Smith. That's as good as any name. Smith, eh? Someone's coming. That's a dog team. Hey, I see. That's Corporal Andrews. What? What are you doing here so early? Ah, Mountie? Where'd he come from? There's a police captain about five miles from here. Crane, would you do me a favor? Would you mind not telling him I'm here? Why, uh, please do as I say. I'll go into the back room. Go on. I won't let on. I saw you hide in the back till he leaves. Thanks. Mr. Smith, eh? Well, hello, Corporal Andrews. Hello, Derek. You're out pretty early today, aren't you? It's been a murder up in the hills. About 20 miles from here. Just got the report this morning. I have to go up and investigate it. Where did it happen? A few days ago. I'm looking for a certain man. I have a pretty good description of him. You have? What does he look like? Well, I'm looking for a big fella. Well-built. Has a dark beard, gray eyes. Always has a dog with him. A big silver gray dog that sticks to him like a shell. He might stop in here for some supplies. You, uh, seen anyone like that? A big man, gray eyes, dark beard Have you seen him? No. No, I haven't seen anyone like that. All right. Thought maybe you had. You, uh, you're sure? Positive. Well, if you do see him, try and hold him here, if possible. I'll be back some time tomorrow evening. You bet I will, Corporal. Thanks, sir. Good luck, Corporal. You can come out now, Mr. Smith. How's it going? You know he has. You heard everything we said. Thanks for not telling him about me. But, why are you doing this for me? Maybe it's just because I don't like monkeys. And maybe, well, uh, could be another reason. What is it? Before I tell you, I'll have to talk to a friend of mine. He's at a cabin hidden where no one can find it. Not far from here. He may want some company in that cabin. And maybe, I can give you a hint if it'll make you more comfortable. You see that pile of furs there in the corner? Yes. I'll make a clear profit on them. And part of it can be yours if you'll play along. You mean steal them? Maybe. In addition to keeping hidden from the monkeys, you can make enough to get out of the country. I'll play along. Good. I have an agreement. I have to make a short visit to the cabin alone. I'm going to lock you in the storeroom. You and your dog until I return. Very well. Just a precaution. I don't trust anyone. That's my motto. Dirk Crane took a long, roundabout trail to the cabin. He was puffing and out of breath when he entered it and put a sack of supplies on the table. I thought you'd be meeting me, Landon. It's about time you showed up. I'm going crazier all by myself. One more job and I'm taking my money and getting out. So you'll miss Jules after all. At least we could play poker. Well, you don't have to worry anymore. I found the man we need. The police are after him. He murdered a man. Hey, take your tea. He isn't any more squeamish about that sort of thing than you are. How did you find all this out? I said last night, bang, to run away. Where did he kill this man? About 20 miles from here. Corporal Andrews came in and told me about it while he was hiding in the back room. So the Monies know about it already. An Indian reported it to Andrews this morning. It happened three days ago. This killer was hiding out. He didn't get lost in the blizzard. He didn't get very far in three days. This all sounds a little fishy to me. Why? Why could he come to your trading post? You must have known that's where the Monies were checked. He probably wouldn't have come there if his dog hadn't brought him. He didn't know where he was. He has a very intelligent dog. Big, handsome, brute, that never lets him out of his sight. What's the dog's name? He calls him King. Oh, King? I believe him. Dirk, when I was in Dawson, once there was a Monie there with a dog named King, they poured him out to me. King alone has made you suspicious, Lyman. There are hundreds of dogs named King. Do you think this fella in my storeroom is about Dirk? Well, you should see him. The Monies are always well-groomed. Unless they pose as killers to get the goods in a couple of nights. I know this man's all right, Lyman. I'll bring him up to you tonight and you can see him for yourself. All right, bring him up. But don't bring his dog with him. If he is the Monie, I want to deal with him along. I'll bring him up here after dark and you can look him over. Without the dog? King Preston, still wearing his disguise, was waiting when Dirk Crane returned and told about the meeting with Lyman. The two were ready to set out when Crane said... Just a minute, Mr. Smith. Your dog stays here. Why can't King go with us? Lyman's order is he wants to talk to you but he told me to leave the dog behind. King won't like that. Tell him to get back in. Sorry, King, you're not going this trip. Get back, boy. I said, get back. Good thing he obeys you. I'm not joining up with you on your pal unless that dog stays with me. That will probably be all right after you and Lyman get acquainted. But not at this first meeting. All right. Let's keep going. No, King. Stay there, boy. King clawed at the door and barked at protest of being left behind. His instincts told him that despite his master's command, Sergeant Preston had wanted to take him along. He barked and whined and clawed but the door was solid. Sergeant Preston was tense with excitement as he followed the huge figure of Dirk Crane through the woods that night. He hadn't dared to bring his gun with him for fear of rousing suspicion but he hadn't counted on King's being left behind. Dirk Crane outlined his proposition as he trudged through the snow with Preston at his side. So, you see, Smith, it's perfect. I can do the first and split three ways. Sounds fair enough to me. Kevin has a storeroom in Baggerett when I keep the first for a while. I take them off gradually. It's foolproof, you see. I see. Dirk, you sound like a man who's been educated. Yes, only you, Smith. That's one reason I'm glad you're joining us. You, like me, are probably the black sheep of a good family. Well, we'll have enough money soon to go back to the great world again. Well, here's the Kevin. Meantime, alone in the trading post, King whimpered and whined and scratched the door for some time. Then he realized that this was useless. He lay on the floor with his nose close to the door and presently he heard approaching footsteps. He rose and waited. It was not the step of Sergeant Preston that he heard. It was only old Pierre LeBlanc who had dropped in late for some tobacco. Then he came and leaped through the owing. That dog! He almost knocked me down! Dirk! Dirk! Nobody is here. Oh, well, I take my tobacco and leave money. As Sergeant Preston and Dirk Crane entered the cabin in the woods, the tall figure of J. Lyman rose to greet them. The lamp was turned low and the light was dim. Hello, Dirk. This is the man who called himself Mr. Smith. Howdy. Hello, Lyman. Hang your park on that nail. It's hot in here. Thanks. I'll be to put yours here, Dirk. I'll keep mine on. We're not going to stay long. I left the store unlocked. I'll turn this lamp up so Demi can hardly see it. Smith may throw in with this, Lyman. You'll have plenty of time to explain our message and what he'll have to do. I hope you two will get along too. You're going to be seeing a lot of each other. Mind if I sit down? Stay right where you are. Put up your hands. Lyman, again, did Smith isn't armed? The good thing isn't carrying a gun or had a shot first and talked afterwards. This is the mounting I told you about, the one I saw in Dawson. You assure, Lyman? You think I'm a mounting? I don't think. I know. If Dirk hadn't told me about that dog that brought you to the trading post, you might have fooled me with those clothes and that beard. I might not have noticed the resemblance. I can keep those hands up. Dirk will tell you I'm a very good shot. He's an excellent shot. What's your name, Monty? I can tell you, Sergeant Preston. You could be mistaken. I'm afraid it won't make any difference, Sergeant or Smith, or whatever your name is. We can't afford to take a chance. Take a chance? Even if you're not Sergeant Preston, your resemblance to him is unfortunate. I'm afraid we'll have to dispose of you. If I am Sergeant Preston, Corporal Andrews would know it with all of that. We'll deal with Corporal Andrews later. As soon as he gets back. Shall I give it to him now? You know I ditch like violence. I'll leave first. Goodbye, Sergeant Preston. It's too bad we couldn't work together. I wish beginning to like you. Hurry up and get out. I want to get this over with. I'll try to do it with just one shot, Lyman. As Dirk opened the door, a great body streaked past him into the room, almost knocking from his feet, as King with a roar launched himself at Lyman, drawing him to the floor. As the big dog charged, Sergeant Preston sprang into action and his fists crashed against Dirk's jaw, sending a big man sprawling. That'll take care of you for a while. I have his gun, King. Backfella. One guard, boy. All right, you two, get up. I am Sergeant Preston. And I arrest you both in the name of the Queen. How did that dog get here? I don't know, but I'm very glad he came. I'll take you both back to the trading post. Corporal Andrews has orders to come back tonight to see what I've discovered. I'll have a surprise for him. You wouldn't have if it hadn't been for that dog. You're right. King, I don't know how you got out of that trading post, but you made it just in time, boy. And now this case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Friday's adventure. Discover why Quakerpuff Wheat and Quakerpuff Rice win the praise of many a He-Man Hollywood movie star. Eat wheat or rice shot from guns at your home for breakfast tomorrow. These king-size grains are actually exploded up to eight times normal size to make them crisp and tender, bigger and better tasting. They're good, they're good for you. And they're never sold in bags or bulk. Buy the big red and blue Quaker packages. Get the original crisp, fresh Quakerpuff Wheat and Quakerpuff Rice. And say, fellas and girls, be listening. Yes, be on hand for news about an exciting special offer that's going to be made to you listeners to this program. It's out of this world. Don't miss a single broadcast. You'll hear it soon. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trenble, directed by Fred Flower Day and supervised by Charles D. Livingston. The part of Sergeant Preston is played by Paul Sutton. They are brought to you every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at the same time by Quakerpuff Wheat and Quakerpuff Rice, the breakfast cereal shot from guns. Little Friday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case of Ambush. When King and I found the man who had ambushed me, the case was by no means closed. There was a lot of thrilling action before we finally solved the mystery of Blue Nose Canyon. 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