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There are 46 different models in all and they're yours at no extra cost. Listen to this. There's no waiting, nothing to send in. No money, box tops or coupons. Listen to how you can start your own Quaker model farm right here and now. Tonight you'll hear full details in just a few minutes. You can't afford to miss this amazing offer made by Quaker-pop wheat and Quaker-pop rice, the breakfast cereals shot from guns. Met Mike Rafferty one afternoon when the sergeant was busy with paperwork at headquarters. The great dog was making an unofficial patrol of the town. Nearly everyone in Dawson knew him and he accepted the men's pats and greetings with quiet dignity. But it was getting late in the afternoon and time for the sergeant to be through at the office. So King started back to headquarters. Mike barred his way in front of the palace hotel. Hey, look at this dog. He's a big one, all right. You know that's a kind of a dog I should own. Nothing but the best for Mike Rafferty, is that it? Yeah. He belongs to Sergeant Preston and he's the best lead dog in the Yukon. His name's King. You haven't got a chance at buying. Who wants to buy him? King started to circle the big man but Mike reached out and took hold of his harness. Hey, wait a minute. Where do you think you're going, King? King stood quietly at the big man, patted him and then scratched his shining rocket. Yeah. Had I done this, though? I'd never accept you as his master. I see you would. Just treat him rough. That's all you have to do. No, you're a specialist. Teach him who's boss. Suddenly, a young man grabbed one of King's ears and twisted it hard. King jerked himself away and hurt surprise. Ran a few steps and turned to face the big man again. You're trying to treat him rough, but you'll be sorry for it. Yeah, I could handle him. Hey, come on. Let's see what's going on at the end of the run. King continued on his way but he knew that Mike was an enemy. The next time he met him, he was with the Sergeant. Dawson was at the height of its boom that summer and the cafes crowded with men from all over the world had to be watched carefully by the Northwest modern police. The Sergeant and King had stepped into the Northern Lights Cafe to see that everything was under control. Hello, Sergeant. My name's Mike Rafferty. I've been admiring your dog. That's fun. What is? The growl at you. Things usually very friendly. Have you met before? Just a passing acquaintance. How much will you take for? He isn't for sale. Does he belong to you or the force? To me. You mean to say that a money can afford all the dog is valuable as king? I couldn't afford to sell him. Well, if you'll excuse me, I want to talk to Joe for a minute. Let's go. Man, what's so funny? Are you talking mighty big-brick guy that's broke? I am big, Bucky. Don't forget that. Well, you didn't scare the Sergeant. When I feel like it, I'll act big. You can buy me a drink. Ah, thanks. The bar's too crowded. I'll find a room. Come on. It's shoving. Maybe I'm in with your turn like everybody else. I don't like waiting. I stand aside. Try and make me. All right, you ass-boy. Mike, I'm going. There's no need for you to... Mike's the one who's going. What's that, Sergeant? They're under arrest for disturbing the peace. And you're going to take me to jail? That's right. I see you wear a gun, Sergeant. I don't. I have no intention of using my gun if you're coming along with me. You think you can handle me without a gun? If necessary. Maybe you'll find out difference someday, Sergeant. But... To that, I'm going to let you in. Let's go. Mike Rafferty spent the night in jail. He was released the following morning when Bucky Andrews paid his fine. It was that same morning that the news of the strike on Mission Creek reached Austin. Did you hear about it, man? Mission Creek. As big as a banana and some bigger. Two hundred dollars to the pants. Well, how do you get there? It was the big news that the gold hungry men in Dawson had been waiting for. Another bonanza, another El Dorado. Fortunes waiting for them at the end of a two-day trek up the Klondike. In a frenzy of haste, the prospectors packed their supplies and their mining equipment and started out. Some leading burrows, others on horseback, others on foot. A steady stream heading east. Until by early afternoon, the cafes of Dawson were deserted. Mike Rafferty and Bucky Andrews sat alone in the Monte Carlo. It's all your fault. What is? We're not going with the rest of them. If I didn't have to pay your gambling debts and your fine this morning, we'd add enough money to buy, grab and equip it. You don't need money for grub. No. What do you expect to find credit around here? Come all away from San Francisco to do what? Set in an empty bar room where we can't even buy a drink. Who says we're not going to Mission Creek? Well, how can we? What's to stop us? That we haven't got any money to buy supplies. Don't laugh. Listen, Bucky. There'll be thousands of guys who'll be making camp along the trail tonight. All of them with good outfit. Yeah. Where we be? Right here. Not on your life. We'll pick out the best outfit and take it for ourselves. Steal it, you mean? I said take it. You just got out of jail. Do you want to go banking? No, and I won't. You leave it to me. I'm tired of leaving things to you. Then sit here. I'll get a job from the tech scrub in the floor, polishing the bar. Stay honest and stay poor. Mike, just because you're big. Just because you're packed dynamite, you're right. That doesn't mean you can get away with breaking a law. Who's to stop me? The Northwest modern. Do you know how many Mounties were assigned to this rush? No. Just one. My old friend Sergeant Preston. Well, that's enough. Enough to keep law and order among a couple of thousand men who've gone berserk. Enough to patrol the trail all the way from here to Mission Creek. Please, bad medicine, Mike. Just suit yourself. Play safe if you want to. I'm leaving right now. But to steal an outfit. Are you with me or aren't you? I don't know. Think about it. But a time you've made up your mind, I'll be back with a claim that's worth a million dollars. A million dollars, Bucky. Are you with me? Yeah. Yeah, I guess so. The man can't give up a chance like this. Right. Come on. Sergeant Preston rode slowly along the Mission Creek trail with King trotting it aside. He anticipated no real trouble before the creek was reached. But the wild desire of the man to reach their goal led to many accidents. And at dusk, the Sergeant ran into the first of these. King called his attention to it. What's the matter, boy? Oh, I see. Camp over to our right. One of those men's hurt King. Hold on. Can you get any help? Who's that? Sergeant Preston. Northwest Mountain Police. He sure do need help, Sergeant. My partner shot himself. He what? His current shot got me. He stumbled and fell and the gun went off. Caught him in the leg. And then much of a doctoring. I get bandages and stuff but I can't seem to stop the bleeding. We'll see what attorney could do. Easy, fella. Surely grateful if you take a look at him. King and I were about ready to make camp anyway. If you don't mind, we'll stay here with you. Sure be grateful. So pale, Sergeant. I think he sort of fainted. Yes, we'll have to work fast. Quickly and expertly, the Sergeant applied a tourniquet. Then he dressed the wound again. In less than half an hour, color came back to the man's cheeks and his strength returned. The Sergeant was eating supper with the two prospectors when Mike and Bucky passed their campsite. It was dark by then and only King recognized Mike's burly figure. He growled himself. But Mike and Bucky recognized the Sergeant. I still don't like what you're planning to do. Not with that mouth of your eye. He looks to me like he settled down for the night. You can't tell. I'll take the chance. It's really dark yet. It's as dark as it'll get at this time of year. Any time now we'll start looking for our outfit. Andy Carlisle and Bill Southern had made their cab near a spring about a hundred yards from the trail. The first faint sound of approaching footsteps awakened Andy and he sat both upright. What's that? He tried to see beyond the circle of light around the still glowing campfire. Bill! Wake up! What's the matter? Listen. Oh, is it time to get up yet? I need a little more sleep. Listen. Sounds like an animal. Oh, you're dreaming. I don't hear anything. Where's the gun? Right here. It could be a Wolverine coming after her food. I don't hear anything, Andy. I don't see anything. Oh, I'm going to sleep. Oh, all right. I guess maybe I was wrong. The two men rolled up in their blankets once more. But Andy had not been wrong. He had heard Mike and Bucky's stealthy approach. Now they were crouched in the darkness less than 50 feet away. Beyond them, closer to the trail, King was watching them. The sight and scent of the man who had hurt him, the man the sergeant had arrested had made King restless. After he had eaten, he had left his master's side and poked along the trail in the same direction Mike and Bucky had taken. Now he waited. Suddenly, the big man rose to his feet and ran a large rock in his right hand. King barked and alarmed. It was too late to warn the two sleeping men. The rock crashed down on Andy's head. Bill raised himself in his blankets just in time to get it directly behind the ear. Hurry up. Get yourself along with supplies. Let me let it go. Get that gun down. Don't shoot. I can see his eyes. Don't shoot. He'll continue our story in just a moment. It's new. It's different. It's the Quaker Model Farm. And it's yours without waiting a single day. Listen to how easy it is to get this swell, complete miniature model farm. 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Packages are pre-cut and scored. Don't delay another day. There's no waiting, nothing to send in. No money, box tops or croupon. These models come on new packages of Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. The swell-tasting breakfast cereals shot from guns. And don't forget, different models come on eight different packages. Ask for Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. Remember, your grocer now has these keen new models. They're yours for the asking. When you ask for delicious Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice, you are storing. King swerved as Mike fired, but part of the charge from the shotgun hit him. He kept running in spite of the searing pain. His one thought to reach his master and bring him to the aid of the two men who now lay unconscious on the ground. But the distance he had covered in a few minutes when he had followed Mike and Bucky seemed to stretch on and on. But at last he saw the campfire and he ran to his master's side. King, what's wrong, boy? Hey. It's been hurt. Looks like you stopped some buckshot. That's why he's still here, fella. I'll have you fixed up in a minute. King watched his master gratefully as he dressed the wound. But as soon as he had finished, the great dog was on his feet once more. So there's work to be done, eh, King? Does he want you to go somewhere? Evidently. I guess you're fit for duty, boy. I'll sidle up and follow. In a few minutes, King was leading the way along the trail. When he reached Andy and Bill's camp, the two men still lay beside their smoldering campfire. The sergeant went to work. Bill was the first to revive. Take it easy. Who are you? Preston. Northwest Mountain Police. Did you hit me? No. Was it you that fired the shotgun? No. No, what happened? Don't you remember anything? Andy woke up. He thought he heard something. An animal, maybe. But then we didn't hear the noise again, so we went back to sleep. I want a mistake. Then what? I heard something hitting near me. And he yelled, I sat up. That's all. Oh, my head. You'll be all right. Andy. What about Andy? He's right here. He's not... No, he's alive, but he needs a doctor, and he can't be moved. We're going to have to run back to Dawson and bring one. Don't try to sit up, Preston. But why? Sergeant. Sergeant, we've been robbed. So that was the reason? Like robbed. Like tools. Well, no idea who it was. Didn't see him at all. Oh, I saw it was a black shackle. I think my dog knows who did it. I think whoever hit you shot him. No, King. I understand what you're trying to tell me, boy. He went toward Mission Creek. We can't follow him right away. Your partner means more to you than your outfit, doesn't it? Of course. I'll bring Doc Monson back with me. King. Hey, I remember now. I heard a dog barking just as I walked. I truised it. I saw what happened. Stay here and stand guard, King. We'll go after him as soon as I get back. It was daylight by the time the sergeant returned with the doctor, and he and King started on to Mission Creek. It was noon when Mike and Bucky reached it. Hundreds of miners had arrived before them, and the ground at the mouth of the creek was all staked. Some of the men were already washing gravel. Looks like we're late. What do you mean? Well, look for yourself. The ground's all staked. We don't want to claim around here anyway. Why not? Because the gold was discovered two miles upstream. We want to claim right next to discovery. You're crazy. Those are the claims that went first. Remember me, Bucky? I'm the guy that takes what I want. You're thinking of jumping a claim? You can't get away with it. Look around you. Everybody who staked this camel down the spot, they'll stay right here until they prove the ground. And I wouldn't be a bit surprised if our claim was being worked. What are you going to tell? You just leave it to me, Bucky. I'll tell you when we get to our poverty. Now let's keep going. The two men continued upstream. They reached the discovery claim and still kept on. But Mike stopped when they reached the third claim above discovery. There was a trappers' cabin that had been built high on the bank above the creek on this property. It hadn't been used for years, evidently. And the grizzled old prospector who had staked here had taken it over for his own use. He was sorting out his equipment in front of the cabin. This is it, Bucky. What? This is our claim. I've launched that old man up there. Stakes right in front of your eyes. Yeah. I wonder what happened to ours. To us? Why, that feeding old buzzard must have pulled it up and thrown it in the creek. Come on. Let's go and see what he has to say for himself. I don't get it, Mike. You will. The two men climbed the bank. The old man looked up at his work and smiled at them. Well, hello, boys. You look all tired out. They weren't taking a little rest. A long rest, Grandpa. Well, you should have got here earlier. I guess you'll have to walk most of the head of the creek before you can stake now. We're gonna take our rest right here. Come on inside, Bucky. See, now, I guess you can wait until you're invited. We just want to look around. I said come on. Well, sure, sure, go right on in. There's chairs to sit on and even a cart if you want to lie down for a while. Yeah, looks all right. I found everything here. Just had to clean up a little. Of course, the chairs and the table are a little rickety, but I can fix them up with gold in my front yard and a nice, tight little cabin like this. What more could a man ask? You don't have to tell us why you picked this spot, Grandpa. Now, I'm telling you to get yourself together and move on. What, Sam? Are you deaf as well as blind? I'm not blind and I'm not deaf. You must have been blind if you didn't see our stake when you got here. I got here early yesterday. I was one of the first. Them helper told me about his strike on his way to Dawson. There was no stake on this claim. Naturally, you're gonna try to lie out of it. We stake the day before yesterday, right, Bucky? What? Yeah, that's right. No, you didn't. No, I'm not gonna make trouble for you, Grandpa. At least I don't wonder. I could have you thrown in jail for what you've done, you know? There was no stake on this claim when I got here. Don't waste any more of my time. Get out of here. I won't. It's my cabin and it's my claim. Do I have to throw you out? Are you asking me to hit you one? You wouldn't like it, Grandpa, honest. I won't leave. With a flat of my hand to start with, Grandpa. Yo! Shall I try it with my fist now? No, no, don't hit me again. Will you get out and stay out? I'll go, but you won't get away with this. I'll tell the police. I'll make you give me back my claim. You won't tell anybody, Grandpa. I'll go to the courts. You do, and you won't stay healthy for long. Understand that? Hey, don't pay to get my gravity soar. You've got the right to do this. This fist gives me the right to break you. No, no, don't go on me. Don't hit me. You'll kill him right over. I'll go. I'll go. Okay, hurry it up. Put your stuff over there, Bucky. I'll take the cock. Okay. You'll have to sleep on the floor until we get another one. The old man gathered his outfit together and hurried out of the cabin. He stumbled down the slope outside when he reached the bank he turned upstream. I never know why he likes you. But then he heard someone riding toward him. It was Sergeant Preston, and King was racing along at his side. Oh, oh, oh, oh! Sergeant! What happened with you, Sergeant? A couple of crooks up there, Sergeant. They're trying to steal my claim. They say that they staked it first, but I swear they didn't. Looks like King's interested in those men. Yeah, I never saw them before, Sergeant, but they're crooks. I believe you're right. They've been following a man who's wanted for attempted murder, and this seems to be the end of the trail. Easy, Father. Better wait here, Sergeant. No, let me come with you, Sergeant. All right, but if there's any trouble, keep out of it. We're coming, boy. Is he inside there? Take it easy, Father. I know you're never wrong, but we have to make sure. Are these men armed, does it? I don't think so. The big one don't need a gun. He slapped me across the face, and I thought I'd been kicked by a mule. Let's see. Keep back. Bucking up, brother. Well, it brings you here, Sergeant. King brought me here. As was said, we're trying to jump his claim. Yeah, I staked it yesterday. I staked it the day before. Have you forgotten you went to jail yesterday? Why, that was right after I got into town, Sergeant. I came straight from here. Well, check in Dawson. I want to see your supplies and tools. What for? Just as they were described to me. Which one of you hit Andy Carlyle last night? It wasn't me. It wasn't either. Who's Andy Carlyle? Which one of you shot King? Shot King? Why, who'd want to do a thing like that? The man who didn't want to be trailed by him? King did trail you, though, and I have enough evidence to convict you both of assault, robbering, claim-jumping, and attempted murder. In a few minutes, I'm going to arrest you. In a few minutes? Yes. I think you shot King, Mike. Why? Because of the way he's acting. I can't prove it in court, but King's word is good enough for me, and that means that you and I have a personal difference to settle. Personal? Nothing to do with your job. Nothing at all. You take off that red coat. I'm taking it off right now. And it suits me fine. Here's my gun, Ezra. See that Bucky doesn't try to get away. I'm going to teach you that you need your gun, Sergeant. Here, Ezra. Are you sure? Just keep Bucky covered. Ready, Mike? I'll show you how ready I am. Mike's crashing right, sent the sergeant, staggering back across the room. But the sergeant was off balance for only a second, and he closed in on Mike, flashing rights and left to the larger man's face, telling the force to give ground. Mike had a 20 pound advantage in weight, and at least two inches in reach, but the sergeant was faster. And as they traded punches, Mike realized that here was a man who could match the power of his blows. Then suddenly, he saw an opening, and he drove a solid right to the sergeant's jaw. Once more, the sergeant staggered, and this time he hit the rickety old table. The table crashed to the floor. Mike reverted to rough-and-tumble tactics and leap for the sergeant, hoping to pin him to the floor, but the sergeant had his feet up, and a violent kick on Mike reeling back to the wall. The sergeant leaped to his feet. Mike grabbed one of the chairs and charged again. For the terrific effort, he brought the chair down on the sergeant's head, only partially protected by an upraised arm. The sergeant went down, and Mike prepared to jump on him with his top nail boots. Only just in time, the sergeant rolled aside, and had to regain his feet. Mike was on top of him. First, one had the advantage, and then the other, as they wrestled across the floor. They ran their feet in the doorway, once more. The sergeant hit Mike on the solid right to the jaw, and knocked him through the door. The big man crashed to the ground outside. The sergeant went after him. Once more, they created punches. Before Mike went into a clinch, he wrestled the sergeant to the ground. The slope of the ground was steep. As each tried to get the upper hand, but there wasn't enough level ground to stop them. On, they went into the water, with Mike on top. His bare leg paused, grasped the sergeant round the throat, and he tried to hold him under the water. Then King refused to obey his master's command any longer, and launched himself on the bank of Mike. Mike was knocked off the house. He was on his feet almost at once. The respite had been long enough for the sergeant to regain his feet as well. The sergeant summoned his strength for a supreme effort. Once more, he drove his right to Mike's jaw. The big man wavered for a moment. His hands dropped to his sides. Then he fell like a tile free beneath the surface of the water. Come on, help me get him out of here, John. Ezra and Bucky hurried to the sergeant's assistance, and together they carried Mike's unconscious bolt to shore. I'll take care of him. Quickly, the sergeant rolled him over and started to apply artificial respiration. Mike had inhaled only a little water, and a moment later, he sputtered and came to. The sergeant stood up and rolled him over on his back. You're Mike. You're Bucky. You're under arrest in the name of the Queen. He knocked me out. He sure did. You always said that your fist made whatever you did right. Well, it was the sergeant's right that won today. Don't forget my assistant, Ezra. This king who brought me here, and Mike would have drowned me if it hadn't been for him. I'm grateful, king, and I don't mind telling you. I'm glad the case is closed. Just a moment, sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Monday's program. Don't forget to look for special new model farm packages of Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. Look for them at your grocers tomorrow. You can get 46 colorful models of farm buildings, farm equipment, and farm animals. They come on eight different packages, and they're yours at no extra cost. Don't miss out. Start building yourself a model farm proto. And remember, these exciting models come only with delicious Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. They're waiting for you now on your grocers' shelves, so hurry. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trendle, 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 Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. They're a breakfast cereal shot from guns. Listen Monday when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the adventure of timber. My friend Bill Chamber built a sawmill and established a new town in the Yukon territory. When we went to look it over, we ran into a forest pair, as where King proved himself a real hero, ready to lay down his life to help a friend. Be sure to hear this exciting story Monday. Till then, this is J. Michael, wishing you good-bye, good luck, and good health from Quaker Puffed Wheat and Quaker Puffed Rice. So long. This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.