 Sergeant Preston of the Yukon! And then, hon, you huckie! Gold! Gold is covered in the Yukon! Back to the days of the Gold Rush! And the adventures of Sergeant Preston and his wondered-of Yukon King as they meet the challenge of the Yukon in their relentless pursuit of lawbreakers! In a cavern on an abandoned claim on Wolf Creek, Stony Logan, a hard, tough crook, stopped reading the White Horse Daily News while the three companions passed the time in a game of cards. The others listened as Stony read a short editorial from the newspapers. Hey, Doc! Listen to this, fellas. What to say this time, Stony? Yeah, read it out loud. All right, listen. Stony Logan and his crooked companions have terrorized this community far too long. They've committed several more crimes in the past three weeks, some of them in broad daylight. How much longer are the police gonna allow this ruthless killer and his gang to flout the law and play upon the hard-working members of this community? Ah, you see, we're getting famous. Yeah, that editor must sit away tonight trying to think of what else to say about it. Hey, isn't this an item? The Nuggets Cafe has done a landslide business the last few days since the both of them started to arrive. Is that another hit walk from us, Stony? Yeah, Reagan, it is. That editor'd have a fit if he knew how much his news items help us in our business. Our boys sit here. All right. We hit the cafe tonight about midnight after they've taken in plenty more cash before. Now, we'll separate as usual. Cover our tracks and meet back here with the Lucy. I'm gonna give that editor some more to put in this paper tomorrow. Last night at midnight, the Nuggets Cafe was crowded. Suddenly, the door opened and a warning shop rang out. Any more bullets in fire won't be wasted. Hey, it's Stony Logan and this man to lock out their killers. I'll reach for it. Line up over there against the wall. Don't let them get away with it. Too late for this, mister. They're casting gold. Make it fast. Even stronger editorials appeared in the White Horse newspaper. And the telegraph wires carried the news to Northwest Mountain Police Headquarters in Gawson. It was a couple of days later when Sergeant Preston entered the office of the Inspector at Police Headquarters. Transforming in quicker? Yes, Sergeant. How's it going? Quite good, then. Now, get right to the point. Small gang headed by a man named Stony Logan is then terrorizing the prospectors in and around White Horse. Oh, I've heard of Stony Logan. Well, Logan and his men have openly and brazenly robbed and killed time after time in the past few weeks. The editor of the newspaper down there is raking us over the cold for not doing something about it. All right. Please, sir. Sergeant, Stony Logan and his killers must be stopped, and sending you and a couple of other men down there to see that they are. Why, uh, I'd rather take King and Sucker by it alone if you don't mind, sir. If we need help, we'll get the Council in White Horse to work with us. All right, Sergeant. That's the way you want it. But one way or another, I want Stony Logan and his men. Well, do our best, then. Thank you, Sergeant. They're killers. They're not hesitant to shoot a member of the force any more than they would anyone else. Oh, remember that, sir. King and early White Horse is what. Well, goodbye, and good luck, Sergeant. Something tells me you're going to need it. But remember, I expect you to get Stony Logan. Sergeant Preston left Orton within the hour. And traveling along the ice-covered Yukon River, he and the King made record time in their run south to White Horse. When he arrived at White Horse, the Sergeant reported his arrival to the Constables. And then, taking King with him, he went to the office of the town's small, but grueling newspaper, the White Horse Daily News, and talked to the editors. Sergeant, I can't understand why the North Western Army police have sent only one man down here to try to capture that bunch of killers. In some cases, one man can accomplish more than seven. Well, I must admit, I've heard a lot about you and this dog of yours, Sergeant. But I'm afraid you've taken on more than you can handle it. You think you and King will get Stony Logan and his men? Maybe Stony will do our best. Well, here's the news-clipping platform. These will give you all the information about the crimes committed by those customers. Oh, thanks. I'll look them over and try to gather my beer and just how this gang works. If there's any more I might do to help this colony. There'll be a big day around here, and I'll take back all I wrote about the motties. If Stony Logan and his men are finally caught. Thanks. Maybe there'll be something more I'll ask of you later. Come along. Later, in the Constable's office, Sergeant Preston and the Constable take over the new clippings carefully. Sergeant Preston also read over some old copies of the paper the Constable had kept. Finally, Sergeant Preston remarked, Constable, I have thoroughly checked these clippings on Stony Logan. Also, read over the items from the papers you have here. I've noticed something that may help break this case. Well, what is it, Captain? Now, for instance, look here. This new item says the Mugget Cafe has done a landslide business the last few days since the both from Boston arrived. The issue is dated November 10. Say, it was around midnight on that date that Logan and his men held up the cafe. That's right. Here's an item in another ratio. This one talks about a prospect of making a strike at Claim 40 on Elk Run, a fellow named Lewis. Calling the baseline on one of the clippings, Lewis was robbed by Logan a day after that item appeared. All these crimes follow the same pattern. That's what does that mean, Captain? I'd say Stony Logan watches the newspapers, write them like that, and he and his men move in. Hey, that could be it. I wondered how they always seemed to hit where they were sure to get cash as old. So is this possible? Stony may have a spy around his arm to set him off on the prospect. Yes, that is possible. Believe me, Sergeant, I've tried every way to track them down, but I've had no success. That's why I sent the headquarters of Elk. They're smart enough to separate after a truck. And they should have a well-beaten trail so they can't be followed. That's where it tingles on in handy. All right, boy? What do you mean? Once King gets the sound of Logan or one of his companions, the rest would be fairly easy. The King can follow their trail by sound. Maybe so. But unless you knew ahead of time where they strike, that King there to pick up their scent doesn't seem possible. Wait a minute. That gives me an idea, Sergeant. Perhaps we could fix this so that Stony Logan and his men will strike at a certain place we do know about in advance. How could you fix anything like that? To the newspaper. The editor offered to cooperate in any way I asked. I'll go over to his office right now. I'll see if I can arrange things. See you later, Councilman. I'll tell you all about it. Come on, King. Next afternoon, Stony Logan and two of his men looked up as the other member of the gang, and it's a hideout test. All right, Joe. Got any news in town? Yeah. I got news, Stony. But it isn't so good. What do you mean it isn't good? Ever hear a Sergeant Sesson in the mall? He needs big dogs? Sure, who hasn't? Last time I heard Sesson was in Dawson. Well, he hasn't been Dawson now. He's right in the white horse. And he's got his dog with him. Hey. He must have some hate a hunt for us. That's what I think. It isn't good, Stony. I'm glad about that mounting his dog. It's all right. Well, maybe it's about time we get away from the end. Head for the border, Stony. Ah, then be local, Lou. You and Buck have been listening to the tall yarns they sell about that mounting his dog. He'll throw those up here in the Yukon, tell those crazy stories to pass away the time. Stony, we're really smart. We'll lay low while that mounting his dog in white horse. We better not pull any more ahold up for their error. I'll dry up you two. Double with both he is that you want your share of everything, but you don't want to take any risks. I'm not going to let Preston or any other Mounties scare me off or run me out of here. Too much cash and gold around just for the takers. Bring the new issue to the newspaper zone. Yeah, yeah. Here it is. Look at that headline. Do we take Manila? Well, we'll have to him take Manila while we stay here and take white horse. Ha, ha, ha. He'll get the glory, we get the gold. He doesn't have every money in the Yukon breathing down his neck. Stop going yellow on it. But what's got into you anyway? Ha, ha, ha. And here's something. What? Listen to this. The Chaco makes rich strike on Caribou Crick. The luck of a newcomer, eh? Yeah, listen. Robert Merrill has taken a claim on Caribou Crick only a month ago reports making a strike yesterday and expects to bring in plenty of raw gold by the end of the week. Merrill has claimed number 22. That's what I call real. Yeah. But it's going to be our luck. You mean you're thinking to go after some of that 10-foot gold with that Marnie Preston still in town? Yeah, why not? Lane 22 on Caribou Crick is about 10 miles from white horse. We won't even have to go through town. We just take a cross trail from here. I think it's risky. But if you say so. I do say so. We'll have to Merrill go down Saturday. That's the day you'll start the town with his weekly take. And we'll get it. In spite of Sergeant Preston and that big dog. Leading the dog team. Moved along the well-beaten trail up Caribou Creek accompanied by the Constable. Well, we'll soon be acclaimed 22, Sergeant. What sort of fellow is Bob Merrill, Constable? He's a fine old sourdough I knew in self-curtain before I took this distance. He really did take that claim on Caribou Crick a month ago. His claimed author here gave out. I see. He's liable to be insulted if he reads that item saying he's a cichaco. He'd be more surprised to learn he's made a strike. Well, explain when we see him that the items are come on for Logan. You sure he'll cooperate with us? Oh, of course. No one around here knows Merrill. He did have one friend who came here with him and state the claim elsewhere. But that friend was killed by Logan in the cafe raid. I see. Oh, Bob Merrill came to me and said he'd do absolutely anything to help catch those killers. Oh, I understand why you suggested using his name. I know he'll do anything he can to help us in our plan, Sergeant. Oh, that's Kevin just ahead. Good. I hope that plan works on, but if it doesn't we'll try something else. Everything, hurry up! What's going on, Todd? Come along, fella. Where's the constable? Oh, I see you brought another Marty along. Come in out of the corner. Thanks, thanks. Bob, this is Sergeant Preston. Where's the Mr. Bob? He's got this. Oh, mighty fine dog you have there. How are you feeling? That's king, my best friend. That's a defining thing. What brings you out this way, constable? I'll ask Sergeant Preston to explain, Bob. We want you to help us catch Tony Logan and his men. Tony Logan, did you hear? Well, that dirty little damn poor kid. Me and those yellow cooks here shut down my best friend only a short time to go at the cafe. What do you want me to do? Well, Bob, we took the liberty of putting an item in the White Horse Daily News. Plating that right here at claim 22. That's golden niche don't you claim? I don't get it. What's more, I know to tackle, Sergeant. I've been working claims in New County on the 40 I.P.C. We know, Bob. We know. But it's more usual for the newspaper to make the front page bad about it than to chuckle making the door open. Sergeant Preston wanted to make sure Logan and his men saw that item. Oh, sure. Well, take a nice day here with you. We'll have a great day. Have you? Which year? What do you expect to happen? Stony Logan might read that item. And if he does, come here with his men to rob you of this gold. If they do, John, that will be the end of Stony Logan's gang. I'll go back to town now so I'm not being missed, Sergeant. I'll come back here after dark without fail. Good. I'll be looking for you. See you then. Right. But so long for a while, Bob. And tell him because he's been following his men. The constable left for Whitehorse after promising to return that night. The late afternoon when he entered the cafe in town to pick up what music was. As the constable walked to the bar of Boston Low Logan's men were talking to a corridor. Are you sure about that, mister? Yeah, if I'm sure, all right. You worked the claim together, and I answered a year and a half ago in the shelter. A month ago, Bob staked the claim on Table Creek. I just got here to White Horse yesterday, and got a surprise when I read that writing about Bob in the paper. You don't believe he really made a strike, is that it? No, I don't. No sourdough like Bob Merrill is going to tell any newspaper he made a strike before he got his take into town and staked out more land. He'd know that if word got out like that, they'd maybe be a stampede but it snowed him on there. All the land around Plain 22 has already been staked. There won't be any stampede up there. Oh, hello Constable. I guess you ought to know about that. It seems like I saw you heading up the Cowbrook Creek Trail this morning with another body. We had business up that way. It sure was a fine dog you had along with you. About the finest and biggest I've seen in the Yukon. The only man I know has a dog right there. It's Sergeant Preston. So it must have been him with you? Maybe it was. We gotta be going. See you later, Mr. Yeah, can you name a problem there? What do you make of the question? Something about the whole thing. That sourdough said he saw a person and the dog going up the Caribou Creek Trail this morning with a constable. I saw the constable come into town a little while ago. Well, that figure person is still up there. Maybe it's Merrill's place. That stuff in the paper might have been a plan to get Stoney and us up there. Hey, that's right. Look, what are we stopping for? Constable seemed a little upset when he heard that sourdough talking. Yeah. He'd keep out of sight and watch while we come out of the cafe. We'll follow him and see what he does. There'll be time enough later to tell Stoney what we heard. The constable left the campfire and went to his cabin. Then, with his dog sled, he started out along the Caribou Creek Trail. He didn't know that two of Stoney's men, Buck and Lou, followed along behind him. The constable was making good time along the hard-packed trail. As he and his dog team approached the point where a cross trail from Wolf Creek joined the Caribou Creek Trail, he halted the team for a short rest. A moment of shot rang out and the constable fell to the ground, grunted. Yeah, into the shoulder. That's a good shot, but I do think so myself. Why don't you just shoot him, Buck? I can't figure it out. I've got to think. If he told Preston the sourdough at the cafe was telling everyone the story about claim 22s of ponies, a Preston might come back to town. What if he did? If Preston doesn't hear about it, he'll stay where he is. It'll get Stoney and us a chance to pull a job in Whitehorse, especially with both him and the constable out of the way. Come on, put the constable on his sled and take him to our cabin. Can you help me lift him? Sure. Let's get going. Yes, sir! Yes, sir! Well, as the night wore on and the constable didn't return to the barrel's cabin, Sergeant Preston became worried. The constable should have been here a long ago, Bob. Good night. Yeah, well, it could be a long shoot. He said he'd be back early. I think I'll take King and go partway down the trail to the media mall. Leave the team here. Which is he safe at? I'll figure it better anyway, getting him some fresh air. How about it, King? All right, boy. We'll leave right now and go meet the constable. To continue, with King running along ahead of him, Sergeant Preston set out along the Caribou Creek trail. King ran just beyond where the Crossfail joined the one they were following. Then he stopped, snipping the ground and barking in front of him. What is it, King? Sergeant Preston knew that King was trying to tell him he had found a familiar scent. So, nobody was puzzled. Then it came to him. Oh, it must be the constable sent you a picture, boy. I don't understand why. Well, what's this? At that moment, Sergeant Preston noticed a dark stain in the snow. He stood looking down at it a moment, and then realizing what it meant, he turned to King. King! Find the constable. Find, boy. It was after midnight when Buck and Lou arrived at the cabin where Stony Logan and the other member of the gang's jaw were waiting. Buck told Stony Logan all the day he'd heard of the confetti concerning Bob Merrill. What he mentioned was the constable and Sergeant Preston had gone to Merrill's place together, but the constable was on the way back there when they shot him. So, he interrupted. What I want to know is why you shot him and brought him here. Don't you get it, Stony? Ah, look. That story was a plan and a paper to get us to claim twenty-two so they could dress. I'll figure with the constable here and Preston and the dogs still waiting over there. All right, leave the way wide open for us to strike somewhere else. I see what they mean now, Buck. There was darn good figure in the back. What are we going to do about that Mountie on the cot? Fled it. There's Lou. You go out and unhitch his dogs and scatter them. We'll hide the sled in the snow dress. Oh, right away. Now, Buck, you and Joe tie that Mountie's hands in shoes. We'll take them out back and talk them under a snow bank. You won't be found to break. Sure. Listen, Logan. Shoot me and get it over with. Hold on. I like this way better. I get busy, you two, and tie them up. All right. Come on, Joe. Get some more. I'm going to hide right now. You're all hanged for this. All right. Shut up. Listen to Lou outside. He's having trouble getting those dogs out of here. Yeah, I hear him. Yeah, I'll hold your feet. I got his hands tied. Now, you two take him out back, like I said. No, no, no. Wait a minute. I'll go along. Be sure he's well covered by the snow. Put your packages on too, fellas. We'll be going into town soon. Just get this finish. All right. I want to keep Lou outside. You're going to have those dogs settled in there, huh? Yeah. That's right. I guess we will find out. Don't move any of me. What? I got one of your men outside. You three are next to Monty. Faster now, please. When a lightning-like move flying beside the bunker, it's the Constable A. Holding a gun at the Constable's head, he spoke. Drop that gun, Preston. I'll find the gun. We'll have to go. For a moment, Preston hesitated. He knew the cook would kill the Constable if he didn't drop his gun. He glanced around quickly at the two wounded men, Stoney and Vox, where both dropped their gun. Preston also caught a glimpse of something else in that quick look. The intelligence dog King had crept through the shadows along the wall and was to one side of Joe ready to spring. Preston spoke sharply. Shut him, King. Oh, no! The gun was stoning the others at drop. Then he spoke again. Come, King. Oh, boy. All right. Three of you stand over there and face that wall. Watch them, King. Possibly all right. I have a shoulder wound, Sergeant. Hey, tie me hand and foot, and we're going to bury me in the snow. I'll keep an eye on them while I cut you loose. How about that cook outside, Sergeant? I got here just as he came outside. Don't hit your dog, King. King, jump in. I'll tie him up out there. I should have known you were that dog. It's all smarter. We came down here to find you, Logan. I'll arrest you and your men in the name of the crown. I'll attend to your wounds and then take you to jail. It'll be a relief to get them to town and behind bars, Sergeant. Yes. None will please me to say this case is closed. I've been reporting for duty, Inspector. Sergeant, a 10-year-old boy named Joey Clayton has inherited the half-moon gold mine. One of the richest mines in this area. Has a guardian been appointed to the boy? A man has come forward who says that he's Joey's large father, Bert Clayton. I want you to investigate, Clayton. Yes, sir. Make sure that he's honest. If he's Joey's father, he'll have control of the mine. If he's dishonest, he could steal a fortune from the boy. Very well, sir. I'll get busy right away. Come on. Is the man who claims to be Bert Clayton really Joey's father? Or is he masquerading under a false identity to gain control of the half-moon mine? If so, he'll undoubtedly resort to desperate measures to keep Sergeant Preston from exposing him. Perhaps he may even plot for Sergeant's death. Be sure to hear this next exciting adventure.