 The challenge of the Yukon! Un-King! Un-Yu-Heskey! The Wonder-Dog King, swiftest and strongest of 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 non-ed police who preserved law and order in the new Northwest country, with a greed for wealth and power led to frequent violence and bloodshed. But in spite of the odds against him, Sergeant Preston and his Wonder-Dog King met that challenge, and justice ruled triumphant! In a small town in Indiana, Korra Raymond put down the letter she had read for the fifth time. She smiled slighly as she looked across at her husband, Jim, who had entered the house virally a few minutes before. He was a man about 50, and a worried frown deepened the wrinkles in his forehead as he removed his shabby shoes. Oh, it's no use. I can't find work. They want younger men. Well, I've been wanting to get away from you for a long time anyhow. You're nothing but a weakling, and I'm not sticking with you any longer. I see. It's because I'm not rich any longer. All you ever wanted was my money. Maybe that's true. Might as well tell you to your faith. Senor, you're doing the same thing you did with your first husband, Sam. Leaving me now that my money's gone and most of it's spent on you? Sam was just as dumb as you. Poor fool was in love with me. Poor Sam. He must have hated you later. Hated me? Oh, no, Korra. I know you for what you are. A mean, selfish, extravagant woman. You haven't a shred of loyalty or honesty in your makeup. Sam must have known it. Well, Sam hated me so much. Why did he think of me just before he died? He's dead? Yes. This letter came today from Whitehorst, up in Yukon Country. Sam discovered gold up there, and he's leaving me a fortune. I can't believe it. After the way you tore him. It all came about because of what I said to him, about never looking at his stupid face again as long as I lived. But I can't understand. I don't believe it. All right, listen. I'll read part of this letter to you. You will receive this letter after I am dead. I discovered gold here in the Yukon and it saved over $200,000. Your last words to me were, if you would never look at my face again as long as you lived. But I've determined to make you break that vow. I never loved any woman before I loved you. And I hated all women after you left me. You never loved anything but money. So I'm using money to bring you back to me. And then I head when they bury you. It will be a map showing where my fortune is. The map will be in a sealed envelope with your name on it. How you will get it is your problem. But I'd advise telling no one, as a woman is a helpless thing in the Yukon. So you see, Clara, you will look upon my face again. The fool! Does he think keeping your vow is as important as $200,000? You mean that you're going up there? Certainly I am. I'll dig him up myself if I have to, for money like that. Well, it'll cost a lot to go up there. Railroad fare, the boat, and living up there is expensive. Well, I might as well tell you. I've saved almost enough. It's in my name and you can't touch it. You mean, money I gave you? You were such an easy mark. It wasn't hard to get it out of you. I knew when I married you I wouldn't be able to stand you very long. So I saved it. I'll have enough to get up to the Yukon in style and live there until I dig up sentimental sand. You'll never see me again. I'll never have to look at your stupid face as long as I live. At Pierre LaDue's trading post, Pierre was talking with a woman at the counter. But that is what I must charge, madame. How much are your shovels and pickaxes? Well, here they are. You want them for now? Your husband is mine? I have no husband. I want them for myself. But madame, the ground in his heart is like ice. Will you please mind your own business? Sorry, madame. And here is good pickaxe. Oh, hello, Sergeant. Hello, Pierre. Get away from me, you beast! That dog was not hurting you. Get him away from me then, the ugly beast. Other things. I'm sorry if he frightened you. I'm sure he wouldn't have hurt you. I don't like dogs. Are you a policeman? This is Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Mounted. Oh, have you been around here very long? Yeah, it's quite a few years. Did you ever know my husband, Sam Bates? I knew him about as well as anyone then. Are you his wife? I'm his former wife. My name is Raymond now. Me? I know Sam Bates also. He did his trading here. Sergeant, you can help me, I think. Do you by any chance know where Sam is buried? I have a vague idea. I... I want to visit his grave. It may be rather hard to find. He's buried out near his cabin, about three miles out of town. Slade Wilson and Jake Whitebury him. They could tell you... I mean, never mind. The Sergeant will help me. Can you take me to Sam's grave right now? Yes. I'll see you later, Pierre. All right, Sergeant Preston. Must that dog come with us? Of course. Come along, King. Pierre Ladoo was telling the latest gossip to two men the following afternoon. Slade Wilson and Jake White listened intently. Me? I tell you this because you helped to bury Sam Bates. This woman, she is the worst woman I've ever seen. No wonder Sam, he was a bitter man. I never knew he'd been married. Such a temper she has. Yesterday, she almost killed Sergeant Preston's dog with pickaxe. What was she doing with a pickaxe? That is a funny thing. Today, she come in and buy one. Pickaxe and shovel. Maybe she will dig up poor old Sam to scold him. Wait. That is customer. I'll come back in a minute. What do you make of it, Slade? She must know where the money is. And he must have had plenty. I don't know. We sure combed the place out there. There wasn't so much as a grain of gold dust anywhere. Why did she want to know where he was buried? Slade, that's it. It's in his grave. But we buried him. We'd have found it. He could have had the map in his clothes or something. Why wouldn't he just send it to her? Maybe he just wanted to make it hard to get. Isn't it a pleasant thing to do, digging someone up? Maybe we could give the little woman some help. Good idea. Let me get that turned on. Help me, somebody. Let's go. Let's see it, ma'am. Let's see it, ma'am. Sit down here. I'm so tired. I've worked miles. And this hand... Now you've frozen it. And all the skin is off, as if you've been digging. I realize not. I'm going to have to have help. The ground is frozen solid. Did either of you know Sam Bates? No, him. Why, we were his best friends. We buried him. You did? Have you adogged him? Yes, ma'am. It's right outside. That hand, madam. You should rub some snow on it. Right now. I can see from here that it's frozen. It can wait. Come on, you two. I'll pay you well. I want a job done at once. Right. But, Jake... I'd ask you before to mind your own business. Wait a minute, madam. Here it is. Here's where I started to dig. Sam's grave. This is where we buried him. How long will it take? Not too long. You'd better go inside Sam's cabin, Mrs. Raymond. No, I'll wait here. You're waiting in the cabin, I said. How dare you talk to me like that? I'm hiring you to do as I say. I'm telling you what you're going to do now. Come on. I won't. Take your hands off of me. Come on, Blake. Bring that rope and give me a hand. I'm a lawyer. We'll carry it. What? Are you dirty cowards? What are you going to do? We're going to tie you up and leave you here for a while. You know what? I'll pay you. I'll give you half of what we find. Well, there is something to find. You all right, Jake? Open that door. Right in you go. Sit down in this chair. Blake, tie your feet. I'll get her hand. How free is that? I've lost a mitt in my hand. You won't need a mitt in that. Don't be afraid. You yell at cowards. I'll have your hand for this. Oh, no, you won't. Tomorrow someone will find you frozen stiff. Lying on the grave with a husband you couldn't live without. No. No, please. He put a gag in his mouth, Slade. I hate screaming. Let me go. I'll give you all of Sam's gold. Stop. Sergeant Boston entered Pierre's store long after Coral had left. Pierre, as usual, was a guard with Gotham. Sergeant, that crazy woman, she was here once more. She come in like wild. Her hand is frozen, but she will not stop or fix it. She take Jake White and Slade Wilson. They all run out to dig something. Jake White and Slade Wilson. What a pair to pick. She does not know they are not so nice. You see, her hand was frozen. Wee! I try and make her fix it. But you almost spit at me. Well, doesn't she know she ought to tender that at once? She might lose her hand. Well, King, in spite of the fact that we don't like her, it's our duty to help you. I am glad it is you and not me who will tell that whale cat what to do. As Sergeant Preston drove up, Jake and Slade were lifting Sam's coffin from its icy resting place. Here it is. Hey, hey, welcome. Sergeant Preston. Let me handle it. Don't say nothing. Working! Oh, boys, what's this? Oh, hello, Sergeant. If we're just doing a favor. Sam's wife wanted it to dig him up for some reason. Where is she? We left her at her place in town. Her hand was frozen. She's coming out later. I'm glad she's taking care of that hand. That's why I came out. What is it, King? I thought you had. Give it to me. Well, it's a mitten. A woman's mitten. Take your lying. Where is she? You! Oh, my hand! Get that dog away! Put your hands full of yours. Good work, King. Watch him, fella. You should know not to pull a gun on me with this dog around, Jake. You have no guns, lad. All right, both of you, put your hands up. I'm handcuffing her. All right, King. The smitten boy. Find her. So she's in the cabin. I didn't think you'd be so obvious. All right, walk ahead of me, both of you. King, watch these men, boy. And you go. That dirty curse is Raymond's. Well, you're alive, anyway. Listen to this gag and cut your freak. Oh, thank heaven, you can't. Oh, my hand. It's numb. Her hand is completely frozen. I'll have to get you to town at once. Did they get Sam's car? Don't take it out as I came. You can come back tomorrow. No, I can't leave it. Come on, someone might... Come on, help me. Mrs. Raymond, come back. Watch these men, King. Don't let them move. Mrs. Raymond, you must listen. I have to know. I won't go. I want to get that mask, whatever it is. I don't care about my hand. All right. I'll open it for you. Here's a hammer. After all I've been through. All my money nearly skimmed up. One more nail. There. Where are you, Mrs. Raymond? Sam. Sam. His face. His chin. No, that's how he looked when he died. The cold preserved him. The paper. Thunder's head. It's terrible. Here it is. Open it for me. All right. My hand. I put this under Sam's hand after he died. It was his last request. Here you are. Give it to me. I want this. No. No, it can't be. What's wrong? Let me see. He said it would be a map showing where his fortune was. Showing where he put his gold. I guess that's just what it is. It's a map of Indiana. And besides this mark, he's written the name of an orphanage. That's where Sam left his money. On King. On New Husky. These copyrighted dramas originate from 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. Howl Neal speaking, this is the Michigan Radio Network.