 The Challenge of the Yukon. The Wonder Dog King, swiftest and strongest of Eskimo lead dogs, blazes a 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. In the small wooden building that was Clemens Point's jail, a worried constable paced the floor as he spoke to Sergeant Preston. No! I know as well as you do, Sergeant, that Shambo ought to be in jail. What am I going to do? I can't put him there for what I think. I want him jailed. I don't care how slight the charges against him may be. The important thing is to put him behind bars for a stretch of about 30 days. But gone, sonnet man, you might as well ask for my good right arm. He comes into town. He's loud mouth. But aside from that, he don't make any trouble. Look, Jack, I've been trailing Shambo for quite a while. No, I know. I'm certain he's guilty of three robberies. I was a witness to one of them, but he was killed, murdered. That leaves you pretty much up in the air, huh? Yes, unless I can get him with a loot. Now, he's got that loot somewhere. It would have been impossible for him to done these jobs alone. He's got men working with him. I don't doubt that none. But he's too smart to be seen in town with any of them. I've narrowed down his field of operations to this territory. His hideout must be within 50 miles of this town. I ain't envying you the job or looking for it. 30 days would give his men time to clear out of the territory with whatever loot he's got heading away. Yeah, he probably wouldn't trust any of them as far as he could throw. Well, that's what I'm counting on, the old law of the pack. Oh, but still, I don't know how I can get him in jail. He's here right now, over at the Golden Nugget Saloon. More than likely making more noise than anyone in the place. Well, he won't stay in town long. We've got to act quickly. Act? But how? Did you ever look at these old laws you've got framed over here on the wall, Jack? Oh, them? Oh, they were set up years ago, Sergeant. That was when this town had about 100 people in it. And they all liked peace and quiet. But they still apply. Well, the Law and Order Commission never got around to changing them. We try to keep the laws of the territory now so as to give you Mounties less to worry about. Jack, we're going over the Golden Nugget. What for? For Louis Shambl. Come on. Ten minutes later, the Mountie walked into the Golden Nugget Saloon followed by the Great Dog King. Beside the policeman was Constable Jack Winslow. It was the he who took from the year as they started over to the bar. I'm in the Golden Nugget, Sergeant. I'm not here for diversion, Shambl. You all know? No. He's got no right to depress and tell him that he's Shambl. The jurisdiction extends only over the laws of the territory. The laws Jack's speaking of are laws of this town. The Mounted Police have nothing to do with them. It's up to the local authorities to enforce them. And that's what I'm doing right now. You're going to jail, Louis, for 60 days. A short time later, Sergeant Prusson was in the office of the jail where Constable Winslow sat chocolatey. Oh, he sure is mad. The expression on his face. And putting that on request behind bars is worth 10 years of my life. Oh, I got to hand it to you, Sergeant. I never would have thought of them laws. The papers are so yellow I haven't been able to read them for the last year. This is only the beginning, Jack. What are you planning to do now? That depends entirely on what Shambl does. I'll bet you he's burning up right now. Yes, he probably is. But he's got the mind of a killer. And just as soon as his anger wears off, it'll start working. In a cell behind the office of the jail, a prisoner sitting on a bunk near the window leaned back, bracing himself against the wall as Louis Shambl spoke to him. Why are you in here? Why I'm here don't mean nothing to you. One thing's sure. I ain't going to be in this place long. You already served your sentence? I couldn't live long enough to serve out my sentence. So? No. Preston thinks he's going to move me to prison. That's why he's in town. Then yours was no small offense, huh? They don't put you in prison just for throwing bricks through windows. But I'll never see the walls of that place. It's too bad you were captured. Well, I ain't through yet. I, uh... I could make it with you a while if we were to leave together. Forget it. Oh, no. Oh, no. Either we go together, or I'll see that you don't go at all. Several hours later. Constable! What's wrong with him? I lifted him over at the bunk and he ain't moved since I put him there. Maybe a better son for a doctor. A couple hours ago. Well, he ain't now. Can't tell very much. Not enough late in here. I've been wanting to put a bullet in his heart for a long time. Well, you're not going to do it now. The whole town would be on our necks before we got out of place. He was immediately left Clemens Point, heading north toward the wilderness. Hours later, the jail was far behind them. The law catches up with you. You'll do a longer stretch for breaking jail. Yeah. He'll never catch up with Louis Sambo. 60 days wouldn't hurt your none. 60 days. My men could have left the country with $100,000 in fur and gold. You don't trust him much, do you? When Robert is a man's business, he learns it well. Trust me, if they had the chance. Now, come on. We've got to travel faster. We've only got a short way to go. It was after dark when the two men passed a huge boulder formation, turning through the timber. We've been sitting here waiting for you. I thought you were supposed to be back yesterday. Well, I'm Pete Sanders. I've decided he's the one to take Manny's place. Yeah? Now, Mac, you stay in here with him. Tell him about the next job we're going to do. I want to talk with Sam for a few minutes. Hey, where's Lefty? We were running low on supplies. So he went out to see if he could drop it carefully. Oh. Come on, Sam, in the next room. Sure. Where'd you meet him, Louis? You sure he's all right? It seems to me you're taking a big chance. One question at a time. I'll answer those by saying he's not to leave this cabin alive. Huh? I was in jail in Clemens Point. Jail? Yes. The need of his help to get out. Now I don't need him anymore. You understand? Yeah. Sure. So he helped you make a break, huh? Yeah, we'll go back in now. He'll be ready any time you say, boss. Good. Throw in with the yet, you know. Who's this? Pete Sanders, yeah? The two you just came in through the timber? Yes, of course. Did you know that every turn your truck was marked? Marked. One of you left a trail any tender foot could follow. So he is taking Manny's place, huh? You broke Jail together. Don't reach for that gun, Sanders. Take it from him, Sam. Sure, boss. I got it. Thought you could double cross, Louis Shampo, huh? I begin to see it now. The constable coming into the cell, Preston in town. Very clever. I'm glad you think so, Shampo. Now, who are you? Never mind. It don't matter. Want me to take care of him now, Louis? Well... No, I'll do it myself. Outside, Sergeant Preston approached the small cabin. The great dog king ran ahead of the pack. Suddenly, the great molly halted the pack. The commute king stood waiting for him. Looking through a window of the cabin, Sergeant Preston saw two figures, Pete and Louis. And in Louis's hand was a gun. We've got to stop him, boy, but I'll never get there in time. I wonder... King, go through that window and drop the man holding the gun. Understand? Good. All right, fella? No! Like something projected by an unseen force, the great malamute raced across the snow, bracing himself for the impact it was to follow, stealing every muscle. The ball went to the glass, landing on the shoulders of Louis Shampo. Hey, what happened? Where'd that dog come from? The window. They'll get him. No, just get him off of me. Oh, my God! I have to get that gun? Oh, no, you don't, Sander. Don't shoot him! I'll get him, Louis! I can't get this off, but I'm going to get this holy jailbird. No, no, don't get anybody. Put your gun down. Hey! Come on, Pete. Preston! The dog's here! I said, go! I'm just in time, Sergeant. I thought sure you'd find a dead deputy by the time you got here. You did a fine job, Pete. There's a loot in this cabin? Yeah. Mac was telling me. It's in the other room. That won't be for long. You're under arrest, all of you. And this time, Louis, you'll be in jail for more than 60 days. Yes, fella, the case is closed. These copyrighted dramas originate in the studios of WXYZ Detroit. And all characters, names, places, and incidents used are fictitious. They are sent to you each week at the same time and reach you from our transcription studios. Hal Neal speaking.