 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, swiftness and strongest lead dog of the northwest, placing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest mounted police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On King, on your skis. 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. Hi Chuck. You bet I've heard about the terrific offer on challenge of the Yukon. Huh? Boy, am I. I'm sending for my two-way signal flashlight tonight. Listen, fellas and girls, if you hurry, you too can have a secret two-way signal flashlight. 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He awaited the verdict in a small shack about two miles from town. This companion, a hard-looking man, was named Bardo. I don't know why you're worrying, Mr. Blenheim. After what you told me, I don't see how any jury could find Slade Gilley. It's better to be prepared for the worst. Sure it is, but after all, if that woman Margie Bevan is in the hands of Moose Hoyt and his brother, and her husband knows she'll die if Slade's convicted, what would you do in her husband's place? Would you give hanging testimony to the jury? No. Bardo, what's that? The dogs, of course. They see someone coming. Probably it's Kreevich. I'll take a look. Is it Kreevich? Yeah, and he's traveling fast. Hi there, Kreevich! Is Blenheim still here? Yeah, he's here biggest life, but his new mucklucks and park are all set to hit the trail. And then he had better hit it. What's that? What's that, Kreevich? He said you'd better hit the trail. What happened in town? What happened? The worst. The trial is over? Yes. The verdict is guilty. What? Slade is due to hang. He's determined he won't hang without you. When I left, he was telling the court that he was working in your interests, and under your orders when that newspaper man was killed. Well, tell me all about it. How did the jury happen to decide Slade was guilty? We're ready to move as soon as we hit the dogs. Then get him hitched. Well, I'll tell Blenheim what happened with Dorsey. Yes, yes, tell me. Go ahead. I'll let you know when we're ready. Close the door. Did Bevan give his testimony in spite of the fact that his wife was held as hostage? Bevan was on the witness stand. He was evading and sidestepping. Yes. His testimony wouldn't have been worth a dime until Sergeant Preston came into the court and they had Marge Bevan with him. He did. When Bevan saw that his wife was safe, he told everything. Then his father took the stand and testified and Marge herself. The jury brought in a verdict of guilty without even leaving the box. Now Preston's looking for you with a warrant for your arrest as an accessory before the fact. Yes, I've got to get away. I've got to get across the border. You and Bardo promised to get me out of the Yukon territory. You've got to keep your word. You hear me, Cleavage? You've got to keep your word. Take it easy, Blenheim. Take it easy. But call my shirt. We'll get you across the border. Does anyone know your left town to bring the word to me? No. Does Preston know where to find me? Of course not. I already know where you're hiding. He don't even know your left town. With that dog named King. If he can follow my trail... He can't. The snow's been falling hard ever since you left Dawson. Your tracks are all filled in. I noticed that when I came here. That's for your scent. Your clothes are all new. There's a limit to what even King can do. Come on, then. We've got to hurry. We've got plenty of time. And now we'll be at Hairpin Canyon. And after that, it's open country. We can watch our back trail as we move. Preston won't catch up with us. Don't you worry. Blenheim was too fat to walk or ride the runners of the sled. He rode beneath a heavy bare-skinned blanket. Crevage handled the dog team, and Bardo trotted alongside. In about an hour, they came to the brink of Hairpin Canyon. Oh, boy, oh! Have you stopped? We can't lose time. Keep going. Take it easy, Blenheim. We've got to rest the dogs. Blenheim, it's about time you've stopped giving order. You've covered your trail, Blenheim. He's done better than that. He hasn't even left the trail. There's not even a cent for King to follow. That's right. Blenheim hasn't put foot on the ground since leaving the shack. He's the only one the Preston's looking for. Ain't that so crazy? Yeah. That's so. No one has any cause to look for us. Nope. The fact is, if we left Blenheim here, we wouldn't have any idea we were mixed up in this. Nope. What do you mean? Why are you talking like that? He wants to know why we're talking like that. Tell him, Crevage. He's got to know sooner or later. Yeah, he's got to know. I may as well tell him. What's the matter with you two? Why are you looking at me? This is the end of the trip, Blenheim. What? Stay right there on the sleigh. Don't try to get up. Go on that sleigh beneath that nice warm blanket. What do you mean? We want cash as much as you do. We'll go just as far to get it. Crevage, got the traces on the sleigh. Wait. Listen to me. Shut up. Let me out of here. That's it. You got the traces cut? Yeah. Grab that money when I turn the dogs loose. All right. Get up there. March. The dogs. March. All right. Get out. There. That'll take care of them. They'll be found and everyone will figure that Blenheim's sled broke loose and went over the canyon. They will if it's found on the floor of the canyon. Here, give me a hand and push her over. I'm ready. I'll put the cash down here. Now come on together. There she goes. Look out for me. That's it, Crevage. The sled has smashed the smithereens and so has Blenheim. Now let's get on to that shack. You own the apparel city. With this cash, we can live the life of Riley. Sergeant Preston spent the entire day and evening trying to serve the warrant on Arnold Blenheim, but no one had seen the banker. It was not until the following morning, two hours after the bank had opened, that the money realized the truth. He got it from the constable. I got it straight from the assistant manager of the bank. Blenheim's disappeared and taken a lot of money with him. Bank money? Yes. He's taken all that paper currency. There's nothing left but gold and silver. Anyone in the bank know anything? No. How much cash was taken? Well, I have to tally up all the records to get the exact amount, but it's well over $20,000 and about two-thirds of its new money. New money? Yeah. Paper that had never been circulated. Hey, hey, Sergeant Preston. Someone's calling you. It's John Bevin. The king recognized him. Wait there, Sergeant. I want to talk to you. I thought he and his wife and father left Dawson two, three hours ago. They did. They were going back to their home to go for rapids. What's he doing back here? Oh, find out. Hello, John. I'll bring you back here. Where's your wife and father? They kept on going to our home with the sled and the dogs. What are you doing back here? Found Arnold Blenheim on the trail. Blenheim? Yes. The last time I saw you, Sergeant, you were looking for him with a warrant. That's right. We just learned that he had skipped out with a lot of the bank money. Well, he's dead. What? Dead. You were traveling through the bottom of hairpin canyon. We found him in the ruins of his sled close to the edge. I'd say he went over the rim. Give me ten minutes to get my gear together and I'll go with you, John. Good. Constable, I'll take King and go with Bevin. You hit your dog team and follow along with the sled to get Blenheim's body. Come on, boy. Sergeant Preston and take his team are sled. But the great dog King accompanied him when he went with John Bevin to the place where the body of Arnold Blenheim lay amid the wreckage of his sled on the floor of hairpin canyon. Preston examined the banker carefully. Broken bones, money bruises, but no knife or bullet marks. Did you expect to find anything like that? I wonder who did this. Who did it? I'm pretty sure one man, at least, was traveling with Blenheim. Why do you say that? Because, John, you're no thief. Thief? What do you mean by that? We've gathered everything that went over the edge, ruins of the sled, the blankets, the bearskin, food supplies, everything. But the money's not here. Oh. But Blenheim left Dawson, he carried a lot of paper money, new uncirculated money from his bank. And here, John, look at these harness straps. I saw that they were broken. I figured that that's how it happened, that the sled went over. Broken nothing, they were cut. That being the case, what's our next move? I'd like to help you, if I may. I can use some help. We'll wait here until the constable comes with the sled to remove the body. And we'll take King up to the rim of the canyon and see if he can pick up a trail. John watched Sergeant Preston and his dog at work on the rim of the canyon. The new fallen snow had filled in the tracks that had been made on the previous afternoon. But the Mountie knew approximately where the sled had gone over the edge. He and King cast about in wide circles, paying particular attention to the ground where trees grow densely enough to provide a limited amount of shelter. Here they found tracks that had not been completely filled in, tracks that had been made by dogs. They're wandering at large. Do you think they belong to the team that pulled the sled? Probably, but it's not dog tracks we're looking for. Here, Bevan, look at this. Boots. Two men went through here. Here, King. These are the tracks we want, boy. Can you get this side, fella? What does that mean, Sergeant? He has it. On, King. Lead the way, boy. We'll follow. We'll continue our story in just a moment. I can't see a thing. Me either. I wish we knew what to do. Hey, Mary, look. Look over there. See those green and red flashes? Yeah, I see them, Billy. Boy, they're aimed right at us. They're the signals we're waiting for. See? Two green flashes and three red flashes. That's our gang. Over there in the woods. They're signaling to us. That's our secret code. Those flashes mean com at once. But keep your eyes open. There may be danger. That's our code, all right. Flash an answer to them, Billy. Okay, here goes. I'm sending out three green flashes. That means we're coming on the double. Welles and girls, for sending secret codes and messages, boy, oh boy, the new official challenge of the Yukon secret two-way signal flashlight is out of this world. Believe me, don't wait to send for yours. You'll want one. This secret signal flashlight is a real flashlight. It's a special kind. Yes, it works two ways. It sends out beams of red light or beams of green light. It works with just the flick of your finger. And it works much like blinker signal guns used by the Army and Navy. It has a special plastic directional signal barrel. That's all your secret signal flashes can't be seen. That is except by the person at whom they're aimed. You can carry this two-way signal flashlight with you anywhere. It slips right in your pocket where no one can see it. Yes, your new official challenge of the Yukon signal flashlight is pocket size. And it's a beauty, shiny black in color, and it has Sergeant Preston's name in his own handwriting across the side. What's more, it comes complete with standard replaceable electric bulb and batteries. It's the real McCoy. Now here's how you can get one of these amazing two-way signal flashlights. This very evening, put 25 cents in coin in an envelope. That's just 25 cents. Also include your name and address printed plainly on a slip of paper. Send together with one box top from Quaker Puffed Wheat or Quaker Puffed Rice. That's one box top from Quaker Puffed Wheat or Quaker Puffed Rice. They're the swell taste in cereal shot from guns. Mail to Flashlight Chicago 50 Illinois. Got it? The address is Flashlight Chicago 50 Illinois. And here's a tip. Hurry. Send tonight. Now to continue our story. After leaving the scene of Arnold Blenheim's murder, Craveage and Bardo traveled all night to reach a shack at the edge of a tough mining community known as Farrow City. Tired to the point of exhaustion, they slept all day. It was late afternoon when they awakened, pulled down their boots, and dressed in anticipation of a gala evening. Cassius hid away in Craveage? Sure. Don't you remember we put it under the floorboards beneath the bunk before we turned in? That's what I thought, but I was so dark-gone tired going out here I couldn't be sure we took care of it. It's taken care of, all right. I don't suppose our tracks will be followed, eh? The way it was snowing, those tracks were filled in half an hour after we made them. All we've got to do is play it careful. We don't want to go around spending a lot of cash all of a sudden to make people suspicious. No, we won't. Like you say, Craveage. We'll play it careful. Hey. What's that? Someone at the door. What do you think it was? Don't be so skittish. No reason why we shouldn't have a visitor. Coming to find out why this cabin's lighted and who's here. Press. Hello, eh, Bardo? I wonder who I'd find here. Want to talk to you? What do you want here? You too, Craveage. Come on, King. Get that dog away from me. King won't make trouble unless you start it. I think both of you know John Bevan. I've seen them in town, but I've never met them. I've heard of you. What do you want, Preston? The cash you stole from Arnold Blenheim. Why, you easy Craveage. What are you talking about, Preston? I'm talking about a banker who was killed when his slat went over the edge of Hairpin Canyon. Now, listen, Preston, for a long time you've been trying to get something on me, but this is just about the most far-fetched deal I ever heard of. You followed my trail. You couldn't follow any trail because of the snowstorm. What's more, me and Craveage were nowhere near Hairpin Canyon. Well, that's several hours of the trail from here. Can you prove you weren't there? No, and you can prove we were. King followed your scent. I saw him do it. He came directly to this cabin. Our scent? He followed our scent all this time? Listen to him, Craveage. What are you going to do about it, Preston? Put us under arrest for robbery and murder and then go into court with flimsy evidence like that? No, you're not. When I take you into court, there'll be evidence enough to hang you, both of you. Don't make any arrests until you're sure of that. You suppose King could have made a mistake? That's always possible. If I've made a mistake, Bardo, I'll apologize. I'm pretty sure the men I want came this way. I'll stay around here for a while and keep my eyes open. Come on, King, let's get going. What do you make of that, Sergeant Preston? Bardo was pretty sure of himself. Do you think he's guilty? In spite of what I said, King does not make mistakes. I'm sure Bardo's guilty, but I can't prove it. I can't arrest him and take him to Dawson without more evidence. How can you get it? John, you came along to help me. Yeah. That's what you're going to do. Well, stay here in Pharaoh's city. I'll come with me to the hotel and make our plans. Come on, King. King lay on the floor of a first-floor hotel room. His chin rested on his extended paws. His ears were alert, and his eyes fixed steadily on Sergeant Preston, as the Mouty and John Bevan prepared a move calculated to get evidence against Creavage and Bardo. This disguise will be crude, John, but I think it'll be adequate. Where did you find these clothes, anyway? Borrowed them from a friend of mine here in Pharaoh's city. Now, rub some more of this stuff into your hair, so it'll all be black. Oh, did I miss a few places? I'll be right here. Here. Look in this class. Dark hair sure changes a man's appearance. Use plenty of that menstrual makeup. When I start getting rough with you, what's King going to do? Don't worry about King. I'm going to leave him here in the room. Now, here's the money. Put it in your pocket. It's brand new, just like the money Blenheim took from his bank. Do you really have the serial numbers of the bills that were stolen? No, but Bardo and Creavage don't know it. I'll put that cash in your pocket and then take this. Oh, that's the electric signal that my dad made for you. Take it with you and give me a signal as I explain. Right. I sure hope things work out as you expect. We don't find them in one cafe. We'll find them in the other. Let's go, John. Bardo and Creavage sat at the table in the Faro City Cafe enjoying a hearty meal topped off with wine. At first they paid no attention to a slim man wearing the clothing of a prospector who sat down nearby in order to meal. They were more interested in Sergeant Preston, who stood near the door with his back against the wall, eyeing the patrons. Why don't that monte go away and leave us alone? Oh, Creavage, you're just trying to get under our skin. You follow us and watch us and the whole thing we show signs of nervousness. Huh. We're in that clear. You can't prove a thing on us. This meat's not good. What's the matter with that critter? What's the matter with you, mister? I said this meat's not good. Stop. Too well cooked. You're looking for trouble. Yeah. Now, look here, Sarado, if you don't like the way we cook our food, you'll go somewhere else to eat. Look here. I've got enough to buy this place. Maybe I'll do that. Man, if I don't like the way you treat a customer, I'll fire you. Put your cash away, mister. We've heard big talk before. Just a minute. What do you want, monte? You're waving some new money around. Yeah, what about it? Hey, Bardo, new money. Let me see it. Not so fast. I want to see the serial numbers on that currency. Where'd you get it? It's mine, see? Where I got it's none of your business. Yes, it is. I'm looking for some money like this. I guess I've been suspecting the wrong men, hey, Bardo? What's that? See here. Better come with me, we'll talk this over. Yeah. Yeah, sure. All right, Bardo, y'all go. I'll go like you said. I'm not with you! Get out of my way, everybody! Do you hurt, Sergeant? No, I'm all right. Just knock the window to me. I'll get that for you. Excited comments fill the cafe, but men in places of that sort had learned to mind their own business. No one interfered with a man in snow glasses who fled through the door to escape from Sergeant Preston. Creavage looked at Bardo, and Bardo returned the look. What do you make of it, Bardo? He heard what the Mounties said. He knew the serial numbers of those bills. He spotted them with some of Blinheim's money. But how could it be? The cash we hid was new money. Remember that? Would I forget it? Do you suppose he found a hiding place? I don't know. It was a stranger to me. Look like a drifter. A lot of drifters use that cabin where we hold up. I'm going to look and see if our cash is still there. I'll go with you. After leaving the cafe, Sergeant Preston made a pretence of going in pursuit of the disguise John Bevan. But after traveling a short distance, he cut back to the hotel, went to his room and got his great dog King. Bardo and Creavage went to their cabin. I got a match right here. I like the candle. I don't see how anyone could have found that cash, but I'll feel better when I'm sure. Don't say to me that that critter in the cafe would wave the money around right under our noses. They didn't know it was ours. Creavage, someone's been here. Sure enough. Look, our gear's spread all over the place. Quick, Bardo. Pull up that floorboard and see if the cash is still there. Yeah, that's what I'm doing. It would be easier if we moved the bunk. No, I can reach under it. Here we are. Is it there? Look. The pack is just as we put it there. Unwrap it fast and see if we... What's the matter, Creavage? Someone's in the woodshed. How do you know? I heard the floorboard creak. Get your gun handy. I'll open the door, son. I'll talk normal. Well, it beats me. I don't see how Preston could have made a mistake in the serial numbers. Get him up! You're covered. Come in here, you! All right. All right. You have me. We saw you in the cafe. You were waving cash around. I'll take that gun. Wait just a minute, fellas. I'm hiding from that Marty. I wonder. Give me those snow glasses. Let me have a better look at you. There's something about you that's familiar. Bardo. I know this critter. Come here, you. Give me your hat. Let me have a look at your hair. What's the idea? Put those guns down. Listen to me. Not so fast. Look at this, Bardo. Black stuff on his hair. Come off in my hand. The last time we saw this gent, his hair was light, and he was with Sergeant Preston. John Bepp. The same. So now you know. So you and Preston put on an act. You tried to make us believe you found the Blenheim money. We played right into your hands, didn't we? Yes! Stop! Get him! Knock the bell in here. Let me get this door open. There he is. Don't shoot him. I'll fix him. My gun barrel did the job all right. Did you kill him? Oh, I didn't hit him hard enough for that. Hey, look. Something in his hand. It's shining red. I see what it is. It was a lighter, some kind. Here we are. Look at this, Bardo. This little black cylinder shines a red light at the front. Ah, here's how it works. You push this little button at the back. That's pretty slick. I know what it is. It's that electric signal light I heard about in town. Bevin's father made it for Sergeant Preston. He's got the Mounties name on it. Look. Now it's green. I moved this lever. Give me that. Ah, now I savvy why Bevin made that sudden break. He knew he couldn't get away, but he wanted to flash a danger signal. Listen, Preston's out there and back somewhere. What are you doing? I'm signaling with a green light. Stand ready. We'll see what happens. You think it will bring Preston here? It's doing that very thing. Look out there. See? He's coming. Hey, I don't like the idea of killing a Monty. That particular Mountie's been living on borrowed time. Bardo made sure Bevin would remain unconscious for the next few minutes. Then he drew back with Kravitch. The two held their guns in readiness while Sergeant Preston approached the cabin, boldly circled from the rear to the front door and walked in. Get him up. We got you, Preston. Aren't you men playing a dangerous game? Dangerous for you. You saw the green light and thought Bevin was sending for you, huh? Yeah. You figured he had the situation well in hand. So you know about his signal. You bet we do. And if you're curious about your pal, he's back in the woodshed and you'll be unconscious for some time. At the Blenheim money in those packages? Yeah. Now don't mind telling you now that your hunch was right. There was a clever trick you tried to pull. Only sort of backfire, didn't it? No, not a bit. Oh, no. I half expected I'd walk into the muzzles of your guns. That's why I told King to stay back. He's just waiting for the word from me. What's it? What's it? Look out! Let me go! Oh, my arm! Fido dropped his gun when Preston's bullet struck his arm. King had a grip on the forearm of Crevich who was trying to bring his gun to bear. Then Sergeant Preston closed in. I'll take that gun. Come on, my arm. I tell you, my arm was broken. Come on, King. My boy, on guard. Keep an eye on this one while I get Crevich. If either of you try a fast move, King will take over. You're both wanted in the name of the queen for the murder of Arnold Blenheim. John Bevin regained consciousness to find Sergeant Preston bathing his face with cold water. In the candlelit room, he saw Bardo and Crevich handcuffed his prisoners and a bandage around Bardo's wounded arm. King stood watching the two. You all right, John? You just got a hard wrap on the head. Yeah. Headaches. I guess I'm all right. Our plan worked. These crooks had the money out in plain sight. I tried to send you a warning signal. I saw a flash of red and then it disappeared. When I saw the signal light again, it had changed to green. We had you, Preston. You walked right into the trap. We had two guns on you, so don't you go taking any bouts for captioning this. You wouldn't be in handcuffs right now, but it wasn't for that doggy. That's true, Bardo, and you're not the first crooks who've had the same complaint about King. This is just one more instance where because of King, the case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Monday's adventure. Don't be left out. Get in on the fun. Don't be without your new official challenge of the Yukon two-way signal flashlight. That's the special new kind of flashlight. That's two-way. It's two-way for flashing signals. Yes, like Sergeant Preston's. Like the one he found so useful. With a simple flick of your finger, this amazing signal flashlight sends out beams of red light or beams of green light. You can't beat it for sending secret messages and signals between you and your friends. So don't be left out. Supplies are limited. Act fast. To get your two-way signal flashlight, just put 25 cents in an envelope. Also, enclose one box top from delicious Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice, and your name and address. Mail immediately to Flashlight Chicago 50, Illinois. I'll repeat. That's Flashlight Chicago 50, Illinois. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trendo and directed by Fred Flower Day. This story was written by Fram Stryker. 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 gun. Listen, Monday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case River Pirates. My friend Steve Ballard was a lighthouse keeper. King and I went with him in a launch to meet the river boat that was bringing his wife from Dawson. We knew that something was wrong but the boat was out of control and headed for the rapids and destruction. That was just the beginning of one of our most exciting adventures. Be sure to hear this thrilling adventure, Monday. Till then, this is J. 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.