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The Yukon snow was in perfect condition for the biggest race in the Klondike area. Indians, Eskimos, French Canadians, men from Alaska and men from the States began moving into Dawson three weeks before the dog sled race that was to decide the championship. There were rich prizes for the driver and owner of the winning dog team, prizes for the man who built the sled and for the one who trained the dogs that pulled it. And there was glory for the town that provided the winner. On the street and in the stores, as well as in every cafe, the big race was the subject of all conversation. Your Huskies may be fast, but they're not in their class with Dick Martin's team. Well, Penny, a lot can happen before that race is finished. I'm going to count on a few things besides the speed of my dogs. I'm going to count on you and Jules to help me win that $5,000 in cash. Yes, everybody, listen to me. I'm proposing a toast to the Dawson City champion, young Dick Martin. Dick Martin, our Dick Martin. Dawson City champion. Dick Martin, man. The way he's talked about in Dawson, one would think there is no other dog man in the Yukon territory. Listen, you must have some sort of plan in mind. What is it? Whether we hear what's going on over there. Brothers, I've got some news. And a few hundred cent of you are going to want to hear. Hey, who's he? My name is Cedric. Run for the generous door. What is it, Cedric? Dick Martin's not entering the race. Looks like maybe I can win without using my plan. Come on, let's listen. I don't know why Dick refuses to stand in the race. I've told Joel to know. He's not going to race next his final word. I got it from Dick himself less than twenty minutes ago. He's over at my house right now, calling him my daughter. There must be some reason why you won't enter this year's race. Nancy, please, I... I don't think I can explain it so it'll make sense. Even to you. Please tell me, Dick. I'll understand if anyone will. Nancy, do you remember when I won the race the other day? Of course I do. You were just about the most important man in town. Your name was on everyone's lips. And if I win the race this year, it'll be even more so. You object to that? Everyone is betting on me, Nancy. Betting on me to win. They're betting heavily. What if I don't win? Sometime, maybe not this year, maybe not next year, but sometime I'll be beaten. And then what? Then everyone will turn against me. Just as fast as they cheered me when I won last year. I'll be a has-been. I'll be the one who lost the race and lost all the money that was bet on me. Everyone will turn against me just as quick as they turn to me. No, thanks. I don't want that. I don't want any part of it. You'd rather be a quiff. There are other good dog teams, Nancy, and other good drivers. Someone else can represent Dawson and probably win. You know better than me. Well, I... But I have no time. I don't care if it's a problem, it's a great place for a house with a good life. The wind that is polluting the road that I... I barely do it for the race. He was unaware of the parking of two big dogs that showed me within 10 spaces of his own house. Then he realized that the prize was Dawson's house. Someone else was there. Someone who owns the fastest plant and draws up to the door. And that's who it is. My house? Hello, sir. Hello. That's me. Charlie, I'm glad to see you both up here. How are you? You're looking fit as ever. We didn't do anything. My dog's a client. You didn't bring him always himself. He didn't go inside the house. We got places to support him. It's not that he won't. He wouldn't give me any peace. I thought you were a good dog. I was about back. I thought you were a good dog. Uh... Oh, so... Sold out? I said, have you sold out? What do you mean? Came past the cafe just after surgery, had announced that you were not going to compete. I... I'm not. I haven't sold out. A lot of ugly talk going around, Dick. Well, the name Scar Lafferty has a fast team added in the race. He's counting on winning. In fact, he's pretty sure of it now that you're out of the running. At least half a dozen people think you have a deal with Lafferty. That's a lie. I have no deal with anyone. And I haven't sold out. I just don't want to compete. That's all. Care to tell me why? No one will believe me, Sergeant. If they think I'm going to deal with Lafferty, let them think so. Sit down there, Dick, and tell me about it. He'll turn against me if I don't race, and he'll turn against me if I race and lose. How about trying to win? Sometimes, someday, I'll be beaten. Now, look here, Sergeant. I thought for sure my girl would understand my state of mind, but she didn't. She called me a quitter and a yellow coward. Nancy Sedgwick generally knows what she's talking about. But I can't believe that you're either a quitter or a coward. I'll tell you just what I told her. Maybe you'll understand. Dick Martin, talk for some time and give Sergeant Preston the same faltering explanation he had given Nancy Sedgwick. When he had finished, the mountain said, Dick, let's walk over to the cafe. I think Nancy's father's still there. If he is, he'll not welcome me. He told me what he thought of me, and he didn't mince words. Come on, Dick. We'll tie King and back with your dogs. All right. I'll go with you, but I don't know why I shouldn't. One, King. You too, General. Dick, I want you to hear the talk that's going around and the things that Sedgwick is saying. I think he's jealous. He's afraid of being licked. I don't believe that. I think he's sold out. He's got money in his pocket from not competing. Sedgwick's face was white with anger as he stood at one end of the lunch counter in the big cafe. He heard many of the comments that were going around. Finally, he could tolerate them no longer. You can't say Dick Martin's selling out. I said it, and I'll say it again. I'll wait a minute, Moose. Here's Dick Martin now. Yeah, the skunk that sold out all his pals in dorses. That's so... Get up, Moose. Get on your feet. I want to fight, fight some on your own age and weight. That's enough, Dick. No more fighting. Thanks, Dick. Well, I see you'll fight, but you won't raise. I've changed my mind about that. Listen, all of you. I don't want to go in that race. I had personal reasons for not wanting to go into it. But I... I guess that don't count. If any of you gents think I've sold out, you're wrong, and I'll prove it. My team's already entered, and I'm not going to withdraw. My dogs will run. That's your ticket? That don't prove a thing. I still say you're sold out. You can run your dogs all right and run them so someone else will win. My dogs will be in that race, and my dogs will win. Come on, Mr. Sedgwick. Well, Scar, it looks like you'll have some competition after all. It's all right, Penny. That means the plan I had in mind will have to be carried out. Now, it's up to you to see that Martin's dogs don't win. We'll continue our story in just a moment. Start now before it's too late. Start collecting the new official challenge of the Yukon Dog Picture Cards. These are the keenest, most terrific, swellest trading cards you've ever seen. What's more, Quaker Puff Tweet and Quaker Puff Rice are offering you these dog picture cards at no extra cost. These trading cards are new, different, the real McCoy. They're stiff back with the same shiny glossy finish as game cards. Each card is made from a beautiful, true-to-life color coda-chrome photograph of a real dog, made specially for you. And only Quaker Puff Tweet and Quaker Puff Rice offer these cards. There are 35 different cards in all. 35 famous breeds of dogs. There are popular dogs you all know and recognize, like Collie, English Bulldog, and Cocker Spaniel. 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There's no waiting, no delay, nothing to send in. No money, no coupons, no box tops. And you get two different cards in each package. Ask for Quaker Puff Tweet and Quaker Puff Rice. Get both delicious kinds. Then you'll have four of these official challenge of the Yukon Dog Picture Cards in no time at all. That's how easy it is to collect them. So save them, swap them, start now and get the complete set. Now to continue our story. The snow was in perfect condition the morning of the race. There was a hard crust to support the sleds and give firm footing to the dogs and drivers. The contestants began arriving at the starting line an hour ahead of time, some with freight sleds and some with a more familiar basket type. Indians, Eskimos, and French Canadians were among the drivers. Scar Lapadi and his companions, Jules and Penny were slightly apart from the others. Hey, you two, look over there. Dick Martin just brought up his sledding teams over here. Take a good look so you'll know the outfit. Yeah, but Scar, the trouble is there's more than a dozen sleds of the same type. And as for young Martin, when he comes along the home stretch you'll probably have his car gone in the head and most of his face. The drivers will all look a lot alike. It'll be easy for you to pick out Martin's team. He's about the only one who'll use a big malibu for a lead dog. That's unusual. Most lead dogs are either Eskimos or Siberians. Tundra is the biggest lead dog in the race. Now here's all you gotta do. Go straight north for about two miles. You'll find a couple of great big boulders by the trail. Now take up a spot behind them boulders and stay there until we're on the home stretch for the finish. You're in the lead. You know what to do. I wish there was some other way besides shooting them. There isn't any other way. I've thought it all out. If you do anything to slow him up or turn his dogs aside, he'll see you and report it. He's found shot, especially with a mount... Who said anything about it being found? Shoot him, knock him off his sled and pick up the body and take it to that shack we used a couple of weeks ago. I'll join you there after collect the prize. No one will ever find Martin's remains so no one will ever know what happened to him. Are those your orders? Sure would be tough luck if we were to shoot him only to have someone else ahead of him for first place. Now listen, Penny, I've studied every team in the race. There's only one outfit that can beat me. That's young Martin's. You'll get rid of him? I guarantee I'll have first prize money in my pocket when I meet you at the shack. You better start right now. Get set at the rock and remember what's for the leading team on the homestretch. You see it's headed by my white Siberian. Just lure your rifle, go on to the shaggy. But if the Big Malamute Husky is in the lead, shoot fast and shoot straight. Aim for the head. Now get going. Scarlafferty, what's Jules and Penny draw away from the crowd in the vicinity of the starting line? Then turned his attention to his team of Huskies. In the meantime, Sergeant Preston was in the rear of Sedgwick's home. The storekeeper and his daughter Nancy watched while the Mountie lined up his dogs in double tandem hitch, snapped the traces to the gangline. Hold them on the line, King. I'll be with you in just a minute. Sergeant, does Dick know you're going to enter the race? No, as a matter of fact, no one knows it. No one knows it, Sergeant. Of course, to win a dog race. I want to see that there's no underhanded business and... And what? Well, Nancy, I have another reason for entering that race, but I think I'll keep it to myself for the time being. You better hurry. It's almost time for the race to begin. I'd rather wait until after the start, but you two better get over the starting line. I think Dick Martin would want you there to see him. Yes, yes, of course. Come on, Nancy. We'll be watching for you, Sergeant Preston. Indeed we shall. What's the matter, King? Are you interested to get going? All right, boy. Line. Line the team, King. The starting gun, they're under way. Now, King, we can go. All right! Run, King! Run, you hussy! When Sergeant Preston reached the starting line, the other dog teams were well under way. King seemed to know what was expected. He let his mates at a fast pace across the icy crust and quickly overtook and passed the rear-most sleds. At the first turn to the left, he was just behind an Eskimo driver. He heard the sharp cries of command from the driver ahead. Then Sergeant Preston's ringing cry... Hawking! Hawking! King made the turn and then heard his master cry... It's a king! All right, boy! All right, go ahead! King came abreast the Eskimo driver, then passed the sled and dogs and went ahead. That's it, boy, now let's press the next one. Go ahead, King! A big French Canadian was just ahead. King heard him shouting the typical command for a right turn. Then a moment later, Sergeant Preston cried out... King! King! That's it, boy! King! King cut down the distance to the next sled, went ahead, and then increased his speed to overtake and pass the others. At the halfway mark, the weaker teams began to falter and drop back, despite the cries of encouragement from the drivers. Then King saw the just two teams raced between him and the lead. Scarlafferty's team was running strong. Once more, King increased the pace. In the meantime, Penny and the man called Jules were waiting behind Big Bolder's one mile from the finish. How much longer do you think we must wait? It's hard to say. I figure we can look for the leading dog team to show up within the next half hour. You will then fire the shot, eh? Yeah, and one shot's got to do the trick. We must watch carefully, make no mistake. All we've got to do is make sure that the white Siberian husky is nothing to lead before we fire. Keep a sharp watch, Jules. When the first team comes around the bend, see what kind of dog is in the lead. Oui, monsieur. I watch. King was right alongside the lead dog in Scarlafferty's team. It was a white dog with a black head, a smaller dog than King, a breed generally conceded to be faster than the heavily built Malamute. As he forged ahead, he heard words of encouragement. That's it, King. That does it, boy. Hey, Jules, you're such impressive. What are you doing in the race? Tell you at the finish line. Come on, King, one more sled to pass. Hey, you've got no business in this race. You didn't enter. What are you doing here? Come on, King. One more sled to pass. King saw it 50 yards ahead, and he saw the Malamute that led, a big dog like himself. One of his best friends, Dick Martin's tundra. That's the team we want to beat. A little more, King. Come on, King. Come on, new huskies. On new huskies, those were the familiar words that called for every ounce of King's great strength. The spirit of competition burned in his mighty breast. His great muscles rippled smoothly beneath his furry coat. Come on, King. Come on, new huskies. There were bells on tundra and his teammates. King heard them jingling. The jingling came near, ever near. You can do it, fellas. A little faster. Follow there. At the pace, King. On, new huskies. King knew he had to beat his friend, Big Tundra. It was a matter of personal pride, as well as a command from Sergeant Preston. On, King. On, new huskies. Dave looked back, and his eyes went wide in surprise when he recognized Sergeant Preston. King was even with the wheel dogs on the other sled. And then he came alongside Martin's wheel pair. Then the points. Now he was matching Tundra's stride for stride. Come on, Tundra. Come on, Tundra. On, King. On, new huskies. Teams were neck and neck for better than a hundred yards. And then inch by inch King took the lead. The jingling bells began to fade, and Tundra seemed to know he was beaten. The pace King set was more than any other dog could long maintain. Good boy, King. Neither the great dog King nor his Sergeant Master Preston suspected that Penney, with his death-dealing rifle, was waiting, watching for a malimute behind big boulders one mile from the finish line. King knew he was well ahead of Tundra's team and all the other teams. He knew he was on the home stretch, the last leg of the grueling race. Sergeant Preston stood on the runners of the sled. He looked back, but Dick Martin, his nearest competitor, was still out of sight beyond the bend. You've done it, King, old fella. Sergeant Preston felt a blow like that of a sledgehammer on the back of his head. He fell forward, buckling over the back of his sled. His fingers clutched the raw hide lacing and hung on while consciousness expired. Dick Martin was too far back to know that anything had happened. But King knew he heard the shot and Preston's gasp. He knew instinctively that something had hurt his master. The Mounties' final words, on King, still rang in the great dog's ears. A last command. Though the mighty husky fought down the impulse to charge the man who had fired the shot, he held his place at the head of the team and raced on toward the finish line. Here comes the first one. Look at the lead he's got. Everyone in town was waiting at the finish. Nancy and her father were among the crowd. Said, whose team is there? Can't tell yet. Can't see much of the driver. He's hunched over. The lead dog is a malamute. It's Sergeant Preston. That's his dog. It's King. And there's the second team. See it? Dick Martin's in second place. Hey, something's wrong with Sergeant Preston. He's fallen over the back of his sled. He's not moving. The crowd pressed close as King crossed the finish line. Sedgwick lifted the unconscious Mountie and placed him on the sled while King whimpered in concern. Look at this, Dad. A bullet hole in the hood of his parking. Well, push the hood back, Nancy. We'll see how badly he's hit. He's regaining consciousness. Hey, goodness, he's alive. There. Now we can see the wounds. My head. Now take it easy, Sergeant Preston. I think you're going to be all right. I can tell for sure in just a minute. Let me see the wounds, Sedgwick. I remember a rifle shot. How does it look, Dad? Oh, just brush the skin. You miss being killed by about a quarter of an inch, Sergeant. Oh, King, hear that, boy? I'll stop it, fella. I'm going to be all right. Now, don't try to get up yet, Sergeant Preston. I guess I'll have to wait a while. Any ideas, Churchie? No, I haven't. Let's take Martin. He's just crossing the finish line. You won the race. Hey, what's the matter? What's happening to Sergeant Preston? Dick, he's been shot. What? Who did it? How did it happen? I don't know, Doctor. King, what's the matter with you, fella? Quiet down. I'll be all right. Yeah, what is it, Doc? Seems to be trying to tell me something. Stop tugging, King. I'll get up in a few minutes. You're not getting up for some time. We're going to take you to my house. King tugged and tugged on Sergeant Preston's Parker, trying desperately to tell his master that he knew where the ambushers might be found. But no one, it seemed, understood what the mighty dog was trying to say. No one except King's friend, Tundra. Tundra, what's the matter with you? Whatever Ailes King must be contained. Now, let go, fella. Let go. Stop trying to drag me away from here. Tundra would not be sidetracked. He tugged at Dick's clothing and then tugged some more. Finally, Sergeant Preston understood. Dick, Tundra's trying to tell you to follow King in my place. Is that it? Is that it, Tundra? Go on, King. You'll be followed. Show the way, boy. On, King. Go on, Tundra. Follow King. I'll be with you, boy. Me, too. I'm going along. Come here. You may need help to get that ambusher. I need to have a look. A number of men joined Dick who followed King and Tundra. It was two hours later when Dick and Sedgewick returned. Sergeant, I wish you could have seen the fun. King blazed the trail right enough. He showed us where the men had waited in ambush behind a couple of big bullets. Then followed their trail to a shack not far away. You got them? We sure did. It was Jews and Penny. They tried to put up a fight, but they didn't have a chance with King and Tundra leading the attack. They told everything, Sergeant. They didn't mean to shoot you. They intended to get me. They thought I'd be in the lead. But why do they want to shoot you? So their pal, Scarlafford, he could win the race. He put them up to it. Well, we got him, too. The three of them were in the caribou. How about that race, Dick? It's all right, Sergeant Preston. You beat me fair and square. Dick, you're laughing about it. I'm pleased about it, honey. I've always dreaded what would happen if I got beaten. I figured everyone would turn against me because I lost their bets, but no one did. Everyone says, Dick, may the darn good run and deserves a lot of credit. Oh, I was a fool to think as I did. I guess a man that's afraid of losing doesn't deserve to win. Well, at least the men in town know I didn't sell out to Scarlafford. Congratulations, Sergeant Preston. Dick, you won that race. Like fun. I wasn't even at it. I can't take the prize. When the excitement of capturing those cooks dies down, the judges will make the official announcement and you'll be declared the winner. You mean that? You're sure of it? Quite. Oh, then with that prize money, well, gosh, Nancy, you and I, we can be married at... That is if you'll still have me. I wouldn't want to quit her, Dick, but you're no quitter. Oh, gee. Golly, Sergeant, this is the biggest day in my life. I not only won the race, but I learned that it won't be the end of everything when the time comes that I'm beaten. You learned a lot, Dick. Well, take up the matter of the ambushes tomorrow morning, but your case, this case, is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Friday's adventure. Don't wait. Don't put it off. But hurry. Start collecting official challenge of the Yukon dog picture card. Remember, you now get not one, but two of these terrific new dog picture cards inside each package of Quakerpuffed weight and Quakerpuffed rice. That's two cards, each different. There are 35 different cards in all. A complete set of 35 famous breeds of dogs. These keen stiff back cards have any trading cards you've ever seen beat a mile. They feature beautiful color photographs of real, authentic dogs. You get King himself. These official dog picture cards are yours at no extra cost. And you get two different trading cards inside each package. So hurry to your grocer while his supply lasts. Ask for Quakerpuffed wheat and Quakerpuffed rice. Get both delicious kinds. That way, you'll get four cards right off. It's that easy to collect challenge of the Yukon dog picture card. So get a move on. Start today. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trendo, 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 Quakerpuffed wheat and Quakerpuffed rice. A breakfast cereal shot from guns. Listen, Friday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case Adventure in Selkirk. King and I arrived in Selkirk just after the bank was robbed. The constable was out of town, so, with little to go on, we set out to trail the crooks. It turned out to be almost entirely up to King to find them, and when he did, he led us both into some mighty trying moments. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Friday. This is J. 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