 The challenge of the Yukon. On Kings! On New Maramutes! The Wonder Dog King, swiftest and strongest at Eskimo Leed Dog, 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-knotted 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. Whitey Malone's feet sank in the soft yielding snow with every step he took. Wanted for Maramutes, wanted for murder and a score of other crimes, the fugitive had set a heartbreaking pace for himself through the famine-stricken wilderness. Long days on the trail had sapped his strength. His shoulders ached with exhaustion and an expression of weariness crossed his face as he raised his arm as if to brush the swirling snow from before his eyes. Gotta keep going. Drove Malone beyond the point where he thought his endurance would snap for somewhere in the blinding swirl of white snow enveloping the forest, a mouty trailed him. In spite of himself, Malone's steps began to lag. His stride became shorter. Sacrificing precious seconds, he stood still for a moment. Tense, listening. He heard nothing. The snow fell silently, obscuring sound as well as vision. Sewer must be reading the signs of his exiled eyes waiting for the mouty to emerge from the curtain of snow and the concentration bitter in his eyes. He was waiting only until the sound of the approaching mouty took shape. It won't be long till we catch up with the rest of you again. Too smart to do any pipe dream when Preston. These handcuffs are no dreamer. Well, you got me all right. People outside do the worrying for me. They make more sense to me than all this law talk. Now look, kid, the sergeant might be right. He was to tell a minor's jury that you have the law. I'll never even face that. As long as I'm here in a... Just what I'm doing, Mouty, as a gang, no, I ain't planning to hang alone. That's why that rope will never get within a yard of my neck. Come on, Constable. We'll leave him alone. Sure, sergeant. You know, I think he believes every word he says. He hasn't got a chance of getting out of here. If the rest of the gang know Malone's been captured, that means only one's there. Oh, that's bad. They're here in town. A lot of people in this town. How are you gonna find out who you're for Pete? I guess we wouldn't have much light around here, sergeant. Comes in every three, four weeks, clean out the lamps, put in new wicks, and in the office watching Pete Conroy clean the lamps. Sergeant Preston was thoughtful and silent. Well, what's eating you, sergeant? You've been mighty quiet. Ain't you satisfied with the job Pete done in the lamps? They look all right to me. All paid to the good. Do you have any dynamite in the office, Constable? Dynamite. Lamps instead of the oil. Use the fuse in place of the wick. And then when the lamps are set out tonight, put that one in Malone's cell. Yeah, but why? When we'd attempt to light it in Malone's cell, if you were to tell him that you had a new man cleaning the lamps... I don't see how dynamite... The dynamite won't explode. It needs a cap to set it off. Sure. When we discover the dynamite in the lamp, Malone will see us. Yeah? He'll think somebody's trying to kill him before he squeals. There's only the wood-deed killer's ignorance of how dynamite works that saved his life. Exactly. He'll think his gang double-crossed him. Forget the fuse, Constable. We want... You bet we do. Some talk about Malone. I think Malone will do his own talking. Come on, King Old Boy. So you'll shortly, Constable. Right. We filled the lamp base. Apparently you weren't expecting me so soon. What do you mean? This is what I mean, Blanchard. I left this lamp as fixed, and there was no need to meddle with it. I was just making sure that it was fixed. This is dynamite. Keep your hand away from that desk drawer. I'm just going to close it. You're going to reach for that 44. Start walking to the cell, Blanchard. You're going to be right behind you. Now look here, Sergeant. You're making a mistake. We'll see what sort of mistake I'm making. Start walking. Now wait a minute. Keep going. Put to this, you'd never need another lamp. The Constable fixed this for you, Malone. Take a look at it. Hey, what is this? A game money. Examine that lamp. Oh, you sky high, Malone. You never would have had a chance to talk. What did you say, Malone? I should watch what I say, but wasn't for the money I'd be in Kingdom Come right now. Get me out of the way, huh? Ah, don't be a fool, Malone. You can still... I can still what? Cover up for you? And take a chance on you murdering me before I can put you where you belong? It should be the only ones that are left. Then I'd like to get my hands on your yellow neck. You can't prove a thing, Sergeant. It's the stuff you got hidden under the floor. Places and incidents used are fictitious. They are sent to you each week at the same time and reach you from our transcription studio.