 The challenge of the Yukon! And kings! And you men and youth! The Wonder Dog King, swiftest and strongest of Eskimo lead dogs, blazes the trail through storm and snow for Sergeant Preston as he meets the challenge of the Yukon. Sergeant Preston was typical of the small band of Northwest mounted police who preserved law and order in the new Northwest country, where the greed for wealth and power led to frequent violence and bloodshed. But in spite of the odds against them, Sergeant Preston and his Wonder Dog King met that challenge and justice ruled triumphant. Mary Marlowe halted her dogs, bending her head to protect her face from the merciless sting of the ice-flected wind. Oh, who you're asking? A small dog jumped from the sled, following her through the snow to the door of the cabin. Oh, my poor little toadie. Now never mind. I don't like this cold any more than you'll do, but we'll soon be inside. And there now, indoors with you, over to the fireplace. That arm should be all right within a few days, Minolac. Philip Marlowe, what in the world are you doing? Oh, Marie, my dear, I didn't expect the bags to soon. Come in, my dear, and close the door. I mean, all right. Or does a civilized person have a welcome in this cabin? What's the idea of this savage being here? Yeah, Marie, please. This is Minolac, an Indian brave. He was wounded. I knew I never should have come to this forsaken country with you in the first place. It isn't bad enough that there are wild beasts in the forest, but the country's full of Indians. You haven't seen many Indians, Marie. I assure you. And my good table linen. My linen tablecloth. Why, you cut it up. Well, there was nothing else I could use for bandages. Look it! Ruin! Minolac, I think the arm will be all right now. Do you feel well enough to travel? Well, me go now. Minolac, thank white man. White man, remember what Minolac tell him? Yes, yes, I'll remember. Not go there till sergeant Preston comes. Of course not. Good. Talk, talk, talk! If you'll be good enough to open the door for this man, Philip. Tell him I can do anything more for you, Minolac. Come to see me. Here you go. That's the thing. Me go now. Goodbye. Good luck. And now, now perhaps you'll tell me what this is all about. Look at this tablecloth. It's a wonder you didn't with the napkins apart, too. It's a fine thing when a woman finds her husband entertaining sad. Marie, I've already told you the man was wounded. He needed help. And you with your kind heart. Oh, I knew I... What did he mean when he told you to remember what he said to you? Well... Well, he said he'd been hunting and he'd stopped by that stream about a mile away from the cabin going north. He found flakes of plaster gold on the banks. But as he stood there looking at them, someone fired on him. A likely story. I never met an Indian yet who didn't lie. Here. Indians are no different from whites. You find good and bad ones. And the bad ones are no worse than some people I've known. Don't contradict me. Why did he tell you not to go there until that sergeant question comes? I'm sure I don't know, my dear. Probably feels it'll give an ample time to take the gold away himself. If he wanted the gold himself, he wouldn't have told me about it. Whatever his reason was for saying to wait, I don't know. But it must have been a sound one. And I suppose you intend to do just that. Wait for that mountain to arrive. You may be in town very soon. Philip Marlowe, ever since the day we set foot in this Yukon country, where I've heard nothing but talk about what you do when you're made of strike. Now, now, when one is as good as just dropped in your lap, you're just going to wait around for some mountain to arrive. But my dear, you... No buts about it. You're not going to let an Indian beat you to that gold. If it's there, you're going to get it. Philip Marlowe began working the land Muna like had told him about. And he found it rich in placer gold. Three days passed. And in the cafe in Center City, two men sat talking at a small table. I tell you, he's been there three days straight, Sam. And what's more, he's looked from the real McCoy out of that gravel. You ain't done nothing to make him suspicious, have you? Hey, listen, what do you take me for? So far as he knows there ain't nothing between him and town except that cabin ahead. Only that ain't no sign that he ain't going to start nosing around. I don't like it. That's only one thing to do. Now what's that? The engine ain't never been back heavy. I say we ought to give this Marlowe fella some of the same things. Are you and that itchy finger of yours? I don't know any better way to settle a difference of opinion. No? Well, maybe you feel different about it if you knew Preston's in town. Preston? Yeah. Who did be better to have nosing around Marlowe or Preston? That Mount East poison mark. And I don't want to tangle with him. The poison Marlowe was found with a bullet through his head by that creek. That red coat of no inside of two minutes from what direction the bullet comes. That's, uh, we want to keep him away from the cave and not lead him to it. Yeah, I see what you mean. He's in town for a reason. I'd lay your money on it that he's got an idea we'll hold up here. As long as he don't know what he's looking for, we're all right. Seems like all the more reason we ought to keep Marlowe away from there. We don't have to wait till he gets to the creek to do it. Listen, I don't want to take any chances. Chances? Ha! As long as he goes there, you're taking a chance every day. What's wrong with getting him in his own cabin? His wife came in the town this afternoon to stay with the Redmond's wife, while the song-singers holding the services over in Cranford. That Marlowe will be by himself tonight, eh? Sure! Well, that's an idea. The more I think of it, the better I like it. Meanwhile, in the cabin that served as headquarters in Center City, Sergeant Preston talked with the Indian unilack. We wait here in town. We hear you come. Sergeant Preston called unilack? I won't be able to get away till this evening, unilack. Right now, I'm interested in finding out about every stranger who's come into or gone through Center City in the last three weeks. You trail-follow? Two of them, to be exact. Trail robbers. They've stolen gold and fur from sled drivers from Melville to Center City. But, uh, seeing as I'll take to the trail with you this evening, it'll make you feel any better. So that shooting may have been accidental. No accident. One bullet hit unilack. Unilack dropped to ground. Then two more bullets fired. Unilack hunted like caribou. So good. Fight men, try to kill. That is it. Unilack waits to go with Sergeant Preston. We'll be ready. It was early that night, and in Phillip Marlowe's cabin, the middle-aged prospectors faced two masked men, one of whom held a gun. If it's gold, sir, after, you'll find a tin box and a top shelf with a cupboard over there. Go on over and get it, Mark. Yeah, sure. It ain't only gold we want, Mark. Well, there's nothing else of any value here. But let me warn you, you won't get away with it. You just let us worry about that, huh? Is that there, Mark? Yeah, up here. But look, Sam, I ain't seen any of these here of white hands or two since we left the state. Pretty fancy, huh? Thanks, Chip. You're too ignorant, fool. That's a table napkin. That I might have used a shut-up, Marlowe, before we'd give him what we're going to give you. You'd better put that napkin back. Please, you're taking what belongs to my wife. So you don't like it, huh, Poots? Why, you... I'll teach you to tear stuff from my hands! It takes up trade, man, to kick a dog, especially when he's got somebody covering him with a gun. I leave that what you came for. Now, get out of here. You didn't understand what I said, buddy. It's your turn now. When Sergeant Preston and Muralax stopped at Phil Marlowe's cabin a half hour later, they found the man motionless on the floor while the dog, Toby, lay whimpering beside him. He was lucky. Another quarter of an inch, and he wouldn't have had a chance. He left my medicine at a different town. That can be something to... What's that thing, old boy, mean? Yeah, it may serve. Bring me some water from the kettle over there in Muralax's bagel, and up a bit. There we are. As the great Malamute stood silently watching his master take the soft piece of cloth he'd found on the floor, King wished there was some way he could convey his thoughts to Preston, because as he picked up the cloth in his teeth, he'd caught the scent of the dog, Toby, as well as the scent of a man, and the man sent to fill his teen nostrils was not the one of the wounded prospectors. I think you'd be unconscious for a while, Muralax. You stay here with him. He and I are going to follow whatever tracks we can find in the snow. Come on, fella. Meanwhile, in a cave not far from Marlowe's cabin, Sam Osburn and Mark were talking. Yeah, it's snowing, Mark. But to me like, there might be a blizzard coming up. Listen to that wind. Yeah, fine thing if we had to hold up here for a couple of days. As long as nobody's seen us, we're safe. The mountain would be called over to Marlowe's. We'd be able to judge about the time Marlowe was killed. If you check and find out two men turned up in town a short time after that, you might start asking questions. When you're going through your pockets for it. That hand just if I picked up. The hood was left there, but after the muck got through pulling it to pieces. I gotta sworn I'll put it in my pocket. Can't get that kind of stuff up here, you know, Sam? Cave full of furs and gold, and it's for torn table napkins. When we get back to the States, you'll get hundreds of them there. I don't do them any good now, is it? Well, I guess I lost. Sooner we got out of this country, the better I'll leg it. I'm beginning to get nervous with that mowdy tailing. Ah, what are you worrying about? That snow's on our side, Jim, to think of it. Preston and I have a sweet time connecting us with what happened in Marlowe's now that our tractors have it. Your tractors aren't all that are covered. Reach! Preston, how did you find me for that gun? Keep your hands high. Well, it looks like this is the end of the trail. When I set out to follow you two tonight, I never expected I'd find what I've been looking for for weeks. How did you get here? Our tracks were covered. They weren't all covered. It didn't begin snowing until we were about halfway here. From there on, it was a hunch more than anything else. Just when I was ready to give up, King found this. Hey, that's what... Yes, the other half of the table napkin we found in Marlowe's cabin. We've caught him from brush now far from here. That's exactly what I mean. How he did it, I'll never know. I don't mean we had the napkin. Maybe somebody else? No, nobody else had it. Philip Marlowe isn't dead. You're both going back to Marlowe's cabin with me now. Once he's identified you, you'll be charged with attempted murder. Come on, King. When Sergeant Preston arrived at the small cabin a short time later, he found Marie Marlowe crying bitterly as she tended her husband's wounds. It's all my fault for leaving you alone. When Reverend Talbot got back to town, I came right home, but I... No, Marie Marlowe. That's just where you weren't here. There's the men, Sergeant. I recognize their Mackinac. Even without hearing them say a word. What I don't understand is why they tried to kill me. I didn't have much gold here in the cabin. Still, I heard them sound that you'd made a strike up this way. Yes, their immunolack told me about the location. By that little prick about a mile from here. I guess you don't know where it is. But believe me, it's the luckiest thing that ever happened to me. Well, I do know where it is. And I think that's the explanation for what happened tonight. That creek is just a stone's throw from the cave where these two had hidden thousands of dollars worth of loot. And so long as you worked to claim there was a danger of you discovering the cave. They tell him not to go there till you come. Oh, Billy. Oh, Billy, then that was what the Indian mentioned. And I talked you into working it. Oh, my dear, I didn't know... All right, Marie. Everything came out very well. I'll be up in about a few days. Sergeant Preston has his prisoners. And immunolack's going to be my partner in the claim. Yes, everything's worked out all right. Mm-hmm, fellow. Thanks to you, the case is closed. These copyrighted dramas originate in the studios of WXYZ Detroit. And all characters named places and incidents used are fictitious. They are sent to you each week at this same time and originate in our transcription studios.