 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, blazing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the northwest modern police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On King, on new huskies! 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. And oh man, what a treat it is to dive into a heaping bowl full of Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat topped with milk and your favorite fruit. Mmm, what a breakfast! Say, these king-size, ready-to-serve premium grains of wheat or rice are shot from guns. Yes, actually exploded up to eight times normal size to make them crisp and tender, bigger and better tasting. Tomorrow, sure, get off to a flying start with this breakfast treat. Quakerpuff rice or Quakerpuff wheat. Old Ned Howell looked on the outskirts of Whitehorse with his nine-year-old grandson Timmy. Ned had worked one of the first small claims in that section and though he hadn't struck it rich like others around him, he was said to have a tidy sum stowed away to which by frugal living he added to from time to time. In his gruff way, he loved his grandson Timmy and made it a point to take the boy uptown when the boats came in, knowing the pleasure and excitement Timmy got from the event. Well, there she is Timmy, all set to leave on the last trip of the season. Golly, it's a big boat. I wish we could ride on it someday. Someday we will, Timmy. Guys, Grandpa, maybe someday I'll be a boat captain like the man up there on the front of the boat. You change your mind oftener than your grandma used to, Timmy. Last time I heard you were going to be a Mountie like Sergeant Preston. Before that, you said you might like to be a trapper like Bill Kemper. Now you want to be a riverboat captain. Maybe if I had a dog, I would decide to be a Mountie after all. Yeah, dogs cost money, Timmy, and to take a heap of wood to buy a dog like Sergeant Preston's got. Yes, sir. Oh, but I could start with just a little dog, Grandpa. Well, maybe someday a little dog will follow you home, Timmy, and it won't cost anything to own him. And then the wind is cutting right through me, Timmy. I'm going to the store. Meet me there later as soon as the boat leaves. All right, Grandpa. I'll be sure you come right over there to the store. I don't want to have to come looking for you. All right, sir. I'll come right there as soon as the boat leaves. I'll see you in a little while, then. Keep out of trouble. So long. Leaving Timmy at the boat landing, old Ned went to the trading post to get a few supplies. But you and Timmy get to land and watch him the last boat leave for Dawson. Well, I took Timmy to the landing all right, Mike. He's still down there. Too cold for me, though. Cool, you mean you can't take it, Ned? Timmy's got more gunshin' than you. Must be gettin' old, man. Now, don't be insertin' me customers. You're weather-beatin' bunch of Cheetahkos. Cheetahkos! They're not a hold of Mike. The most of them bein' here since ground was first broke. Fact is, I am gettin' kinda old in the joints, and Timmy don't seem to feel that wind like I do. And he'd get some of you all right, Storey. Would be in here huggin' that Storey. There, he told you the truth that time. You won't hear that sound for months. Almost wished I was a boy. You stand around that stove every season and wish, but they never go. They're like you, Ned. You couldn't drag them out to Ukraine with a dozen horses to say. I'm satisfied to be livin' here, even if I don't get much of a take from that little claim of mine. Ha! Wish I had your socket, gold, Ned? Yeah. Must have a good hidein' place. You oughta put it in the bank, Ned. Don't believe what you hear. I've got just enough to keep goin'. Give me some coffee, Mike. Sure. Here it is. Thank you, Storey. Maybe if they want something else, Ned. Nope, that's all for now. Here's the money. Here's your grand son, Ned. What's that? Look, Kimmy's dragging a small dog on a rope. Hey, Grandpa, look. I'm lookin'. He ran off the boat just as it was livin'. He ran right up to me and licked my hand. And he sorta well... followed me all the way over here. May I keep him, Grandpa? May I please? Followed him, he says. And him dragging the muck along with the pipe with rope. Followed him. Ha! Ha! And it's supposed to be a dog. It looks like a dirty mop. It took him out of the room. He's a nice dog, and I like him so there. And he wags his tail when I call him Rags. See? Rags? That's your name that fits him, Kim. He looks like a roll of dirty rags at that. That's not so at all. Please, Grandpa. May I take him home? May I, Grandpa? Jimmy, he sure isn't much of a dog, like we say. If he was a real husky princess, that we could keep outside with... with that mongrel. No, Sonny, you'd better leave him go. I wouldn't have him around under our feet. Oh, Grandpa, Rags won't get in the way. Will you, Rags? I said no, Jimmy, and that settles it. Untie that rope and let him go. Ha! He likes me a lot. Look at him lookin' my hand. No, Dad. I'll take the dog home. Sure, it isn't big enough to be in the way. Sure, take him home. Maybe you can get a sled and train him to pull it. That mongrel's just about your speed, huh? Well, listen, mister, what I do is none of your business. Oh, you see, the meatball man mad, Rusty. Better watch out. You'll see that dog out. Don't pay any attention to him. Here comes Sergeant Preston. Better watch that dog you got, Timmy. King might eat him alive. What's that, Mike? You mean King might harm that little dog of Timmy? You're wrong. Look there. You like him, King? Golly, they're friends already. My dog likes King a lot. It's a nice little dog, Timmy. I'm sure he doesn't need all that heavy rope on him, does he? Timmy found the dog on the land, and that rope is how he got the dog to sort of follow him. Yeah! You don't look any too pleased with Timmy's dog, Ned. I told Timmy he couldn't have it. I couldn't stand that mongrel around the cabin, no sir. Oh, golly, Grandpa. A dog of his own to look after is a good thing for a little boy to have, Ned. He'd be good company for Timmy. Sure he would. Does the truth, the Sergeant's speaking, Ned? Well... Oh, gosh, Grandpa. How are you gonna say I could keep him? How are you, please? Well, all right. He could bring him home. But mind you, Timmy, the first time he gets in my way, out he goes. Understand? Oh, golly, yes. I'll take good care of Rags Honest. Come on, Timmy. Let's get going. So long! Oh, come on, Rags. King's saying goodbye to Rags, though. I'll bring Rags over to see King at your cabin sometime. May I? Of course, Timmy. Anytime you like. Goodbye. Goodbye. Come on, sir. Goodbye. Come on, Rags. Man alive, what a mangy-looking mongrel. I wouldn't let a kid of mine on it. No, I don't believe you would. Sure, and it did me hurt good to watch Timmy with that little dog. Ragged-looking, though he is. Maybe Timmy sees more in that dog than we do, Mike. I'll take my supplies now. Are they ready? Right there on the counter in this bag. Good. I'll see you again, Mike, so long. Come on, King! Every day for the next week, Timmy left the cabin with Rags at his heels and walked the short distance to Sergeant Preston's cabin for a visit. Sergeant Preston was amused at the way King, in big dog fashion, seemed to tolerate the shaggy little dogs that barked and nipped at him in a playful way. And, too, Preston noticed that King seemed to watch for Timmy and Rags from day to day and had pleased the Mouty to see Timmy so happy. One evening in the cafe, two of the men who had been in the store the day Timmy found Rags were sitting at a corner table talking. You know, Rusty, I'm getting fed up with this town. I wish we'd gone on a Selkirk or Dawson city. Well, we could still go if we had the dough to buy a dog to hear. We couldn't buy one dog between us. Speaking of dogs reminds me something, buddy. You know, what? Remember the kid that came into the store with that mongrel a little over a week ago? Yeah, I remember. What about it? I just think the men in the store were kidding the old man about the sock of money he had had away. I think he really has any money hit away? They seem to have reason to think so. It's on your mind, Rusty. Well, he lives alone with that kid on the edge of town. Doesn't have any dogs. That is, except that mongrel they took home. They still haven't any dog, I'd say. That's right. You know, a couple of guys might be able to make that old coot tell where he has that money he has hidden. Must be around the cabin someplace. Yeah. A couple of fellas might do that, like you say. It's snowing outside, too. So there wouldn't be any tracks left to show where they went by the time someone found the old man and the kid next day. I like your ideas, Rusty. And what about it, Ray? You want to make a try at it? Cut me in. Let's go while the idea's still warm. Sure. Why not? It's going to be easy and nobody will get wise if we did it. We'll use handkerchiefs to come apart of our faces. Let's go. Later that evening, old Ned and Timmy had finished supper and were preparing to go to bed. The cold wind howled outside the small cabin, and the little dog rags, leaving the corner near Timmy's bunk, walked over and started to lie down in front of the fireplace. Here you go. Get away from there. Get! Rags is cold, Grandpa. Won't you let him sleep in front of the fire? No. Can't stand to hear him be blind there in the way. Get him back into his corner or I'll put him outside to help me. All right. Come on, Rags. Dear boy, I'll carry you over to the corner. Now see here, Timmy, don't be picking that dog up like that. Like it's not, he's got fleas. Oh, no, Grandpa. See how clean he is? I washed him over at Sergeant Preston's cabin just the other day. There you are, Rags. Just the same, I don't see why I let myself get talked into having that mongrel around. Golly, Grandpa, you wouldn't like people to call you a mongrel, would you? Of course not. Don't talk silly talk, sonny. Dogs are dogs and some are mongrels like that one. The people are people and I... Who in Thunder could that be in this storm and all? One-side, Grandpa. Now see here out of the way. He's just covered like Robbie. Shut up, kid. That sack of money you got hit away. Speak up. I'll use this gun on the kid first, then on you. He'll continue our story in just a moment. Say, fellas and girls, here's the swellest tasting breakfast ever. Take a heaping bowl full of delicious Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice. Pour on some milk or cream. Good heavens, look what's loose in here. It's a horse. Hey, whoa, whoa, there. Whoa, boy, whoa. Good heavens. If that horse could only talk, I'd ask him a thing or two. Well, go ahead. Imagine a horse coming in. Huh? Did that horse say something? I said, go ahead. Ask me. You're a talking horse? What's wrong with that? You talk, don't you? Well, sure, but I... Well, so do I. What are... What are you doing here? Came to talk business with you. Business? I'm the milkman's horse. Milkman? Say, I was just talking about milk and about the swellest breakfast ever. Of course, being a horse, you wouldn't know about that. I wouldn't, huh? Say... Look, you take a bowl, then you fill it up with tasty Quakerpuff wheat or Quakerpuff rice. In case you don't know it, Quakerpuff wheat and rice are ready to serve breakfast cereals shot from guns. Everyone knows that. Then you pour on some milk. Gee, you're a smart horse, all right. Suppose you know that these king-size grains are exploded up to eight times normal size. Sure. That's what makes them crisp and tender. And did you know they furnish extra food values to store natural grain amounts of vitamin B1, niacin and niacin? That's your life. They're good for you. Say, like I said, you're one smart horse. Maybe we ought to go into business together. That, sir, is precisely why I'm here. Now you're really talking. I'll see you later. But first, fellas and girls, it isn't every day you meet up with a talking horse. But you can meet up with a swellest tasting breakfast tomorrow or any day. That breakfast is wheat or rice shot from guns. Delicious with milk or cream and fruit. Ask mom to get both kinds. That's Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice. Shot from guns. How to continue our story. After throwing the little dog rags out into the storm, the man rusty closed the door of the cabin. Then, drawing a gun, he threatened Timmy and old Ned in an effort to find out where Ned's money was hidden. For a moment, both Timmy and old Ned stood speechless. Their eyes glued to the gun that was pointed at them. Come on, Sid, speak up. Where's the money you got hidden away in this cabin? You made a mistake, mister. My claim's a pool. So you want a stall, huh? Grab that kid, Ray, and show the old man we mean business. Ugh. Come here, kid. You let me go. Wait a minute. Don't let him hurt me. Wait. I'll tell you. You let the boy go. That's better. Let the kid go, Ray. Yeah. Get over there. Keep quiet now. You dirty crooks. If you weren't two to one ass... Shut up. Now you see here. If you expect me to talk, you'd better... You'd better talk and talk fast. Or really get rough. It's over in that bunk. Under the mattress. Don't see if he's telling the truth, Ray. All right. He better be. Find anything? Yeah. Small sack. I'll look in it. Yeah, that's it, all right. If I could go, the old coot did have a sock put away. That's all my savings. I should have put it in the bank. I bet you when we tell Sergeant Preston he'll find you and get that money back. We'll be a long way from here when somebody finds you. Bring some Claude Ray and tie them up in the books. I'll get some raw hot air sauce hanging on the wall over here. Tie the old man first. We'll come back here for a day or two of that. Hurry up. We haven't got our knife. Oh, hold him. Get up on your bunk, cramps. Go on. Go in. Get in there now. Try to speak out. I'm going to run and get Sergeant Preston. Come back here, you. Get away from that door. Go on. I don't want to try to kid up. Put them on the other bunk. They're out of here. You ought to throw them out in the storm like we did that mongrel. No, it's too close to top of it. Carry them over now. Put me down. There. Oh. The cords are tight. You'll get used to it. I know who you are too. You were in the store the day I found right. I heard you talking. I'll tell Sergeant Preston when he comes. Ray, did you hear that? The kid's smart enough to recognize our voices. I place you two now. What are we going to do? Shoot them? No. I got a better idea. Nobody will suspect anything if this cabin should burn down and they don't get out. No. No, you wouldn't do that. Crap. But don't let them do that. It'll teach you both a lesson. Bring the lamp with you to the door, Ray. When we go out, we'll pitch it over into the far corner. You can watch the fire crawl up on them then. Get the lamp and let's go. That's a good idea, Rusty. By the time anyone finds them, the fire would have covered up the fact they were tied up. Yeah. Folks will think they were sleeping at something and just couldn't get out. That's all. Get the lamp, Ray. All right. And bottom of the lamp is glass. Break easy, spill the oil. Here it is, Rusty. Now, wait a minute. Take the money and welcome. But let us go. We won't say a word to anybody about it. That's a promise. They can't burn us up, Grandpa. Don't let them. No, let's do them, Rusty. Yell their heads off. First chance they got. No. No, we wouldn't. Would we, Timmy? You can take my word part. We won't tell anybody like Grandpa says. Please, let us go. Please. Well, maybe... Don't be a fool, Rusty. Feel like you're planned. You better do it sooner. Somebody might happen to come along this way. Yeah, I guess you're right at that. Give me the lamp. Here you are. Now, let's get the door. You'll be sorry, you murderers. Open the door, Ray, and I'll toss this lamp into the far corner, like I said. Those two, if you'll have a warm time of it for a while. Meantime, Sergeant Preston was in his cabin with King when they heard a noise at the door above the whining of the wind. Sounds like a dog outside, King. Let's go see. What? Timmy's little dog rags. Come on in, fella. Here, Ray. Come here, boy. It's almost as though rags were telling King something. Come on, fella. Funny rags is out in this storm. I wonder how I'll get my park on. No way, fella. We'll take you home. Come along, rags. Come on, King. I guess I won't hurt to hurt you a bit. Come on, King. Rags is running ahead. A few minutes later, as Sergeant Preston ran through the streets after rags and King, he met Mike from the trading post. Yes, Sergeant Preston. Wait a minute. Hello, Mike. Does it bring like you to be chasing after dogs just to give them a run, sirs, eh? I think something's wrong at Old Ned's place, Mike. Great day. Then I'll come along with you. Let's go. All right. What makes you think that, Sergeant? Wait till me's dog is acting. What? You don't mean you let that little dumb dog fully into thinking that... Holy saints, look ahead. That's cabin. It's burning. Come on. There's a train to get inside. Help. Help. Kimmy. He's inside. Help. Help. Help. Get the door open. Help. Help. The dogs, they both run in. You can't get in, Sergeant. Right here. Kimmy. As Sergeant Preston entered, he noticed that the corner of the cabin away from the bunks was ablaze. Making his way inside, he saw First King then rags each at the bunk, pulling at a figure, one of Ned and the other of Timmy. Ned and Timmy must be unconscious now. I'll tie it up. Don't take men. Get Timmy, King. Help Rags get Timmy. The intelligent dog King went to the bonk with a small figure of Timmy lay with rags tugging at his clothes. The big dog grasped the boy's clothing and pulled hard. Slowly the boy's figure slid to the floor and together Rags and King dragged him across the room toward the door. Meantime, leaving Ned outside, Sergeant Preston returned to find the dogs that pulled Timmy almost to the door. I'll get him, King. Get that horse up on my leg and look at him, paid hand and foot. Help me cut the horse, my friend. There. Ned's got him. You think you're all right? I think so. I knew you'd call. Look, Ned's coming to you. Timmy. Timmy. You're both all right, Ned. Take it easy. Thank goodness. Rags. Rags. There it is. This is the crook, Sergeant. They got my money. There comes the crowd. Mike, you and the others got Timmy and Ned to my cabin. King and I have a bit of business to do before the crowd covers the tracks we went. We'll look after Ned and Timmy and Rags, too. Good. King. A short distance from the cabin, Sergeant Preston and King found the tracks they were searching for. Preston knew the men couldn't have gone far and he and King followed the tracks up the trail away from town for a short distance. Then they approached the deserted cabin alongside the trail. Inside the cabin, Rusty and Ray sat near a newly started fire talking. Ah, the burning cabin won't attract attention till it's gone beyond control. Nobody will suspect anything. And in a short time, the falling snow will cover our tracks. Yeah. I still don't like being this close to town. I'd like more than three miles between us and that mountain. Ah, don't be a fool. How's he to know we had anything to do with the cabin fire? Well, I guess you're right, Rusty. After all, we can be comfortable here to strong that stuff. Then we'll buy a dog team and head for Salker. That's right, Ray. Ah, the gold in the sack and the table will come in mighty handy. Ah, I guess I'll turn in. Oh, well, Peter, I'll do. The Mountie. Gun him down, Ray. Oh, you don't? No, I'm hit. Rusty, Ray drew his gun and aimed it at the Mountie. But he failed to see the great dog King. Street passed his master and with a growl, he threw the air. The impact knocked Ray off balance. His shot went wild. Moving swiftly, Sergeant Preston went toward Ray with his gun ready as the big dog stood snarling before the thoroughly frightened man. That dog will let him attack me. He won't attack unless you make a wrong move. Easy, King. Easy, boy. You having anything on us, Monty? No. Maybe this bag of gold will be good evidence. That's sharp gold. I'm thinking both of you back to my cabin. There you'll find someone to testify against you. I'll put your things on and get going. Later that night, Sergeant Preston and King arrived at their cabin with the two crooks and found Mike and other townsmen waiting with Ned and Jimmy. All right, get in there. Well, here he is. He's got both the heathens' gold. Those are the two men who tied us up and stole Grandpa's gold and set fire to the cab. They threw rags out in the storm, too. That's what Jimmy says is true. Good thing they did throw rags out. That was a big mistake. You mean that runny little mongrel is to blame for you getting us? Rags isn't a runny little mongrel. He's a hero, isn't he, Sergeant Preston? He certainly is, Timmy. Rags came to my cabin here and carried on, so that I decided to investigate. Sure. And if the sergeant hadn't, you both would have burned up, that's your word. And with my own eyes, I saw that little mate of a dog rushing in the burning cabin with King and do his best to pull Timmy out. It was King that did most of the pulling, but Rags did his best. And I think I didn't want Timmy to have him. Here, Rags. Here, boy. Rags, I'm sorry. And you'll always live with this as long as you want it. Oh, God. I'm so glad my dog isn't going to be called a mongrel anymore. Sure, then I'll pace the first one that says it, and I will. I've been for that crazy mongrel. Get away from me, you hear? Look at that now. I don't have to stick up for him. He's a spunky little fella. It is like some people. You can't tell by the size or appearance what kind of a heart they got inside, that's right, Mike. King and I both think Rags is really great. Don't we, King? King, you got back my money and caught those thieving killers. You and Timmy really owe your lives to little Rags. Well, I can say that thanks to King, these two will go to jail for robbery and attempted murder. And the case is closed. In just a moment, Sergeant Preston will give you a preview of Wednesday's adventure. Extra! Extra! Try this extra special breakfast treat of the week! Yes, serve Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice together in a cereal dish. Separate the two with fresh fruit and add milk or cream. It's different. It hits the spot. Yes, keep a supply of delicious Quakerpuff wheat and Quakerpuff rice on hand at all times. And remember, the original crisp, fresh, wienerized shot from guns is never sold in bags or bulk. It comes only in the famous big red and blue packages with the smiling Quakerman on the front. Always look for him. He's your guarantee that you're getting the one and only Quakerpuff rice and Quakerpuff wheat. These radio dramas, a feature of the challenge of the Yukon Incorporated, are created and produced by George W. Trendall, 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. Listen Wednesday, when Sergeant Preston and Yukon King meet the challenge of the Yukon in the case on one condition. When King and I went to the boat landing in Selkirk to meet a brother officer, we didn't know the exciting adventure we'd go through before that day was over. It was a tense moment when we came face to face with a desperate killer who had to drop on us. King really earned his key that day. Be sure to hear this exciting adventure Wednesday. For a delicious hot breakfast, eat Quaker Oats. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Yes, the giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. Delicious, nutritious, makes you feel ambitious. The giant of the cereals is Quaker Oats. 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