 the challenge of the Yukon. Un-King! Un-You-Huskies! The Wonder-Dog King, swiftest and strongest of Eskimo-Leave-Dogs, blazed the trail through storm and snow for Sergeant Preston, as he meets the challenge of the Yukon. Sergeant Preston was typical of a small band of Northwest-mounted police, who preserved law and order in a 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. It was early spring in the Yukon. The snow covered the ground, but the mountains here and there were showing a touch of green. At Pierre de Val's trading post, some trappers were holding a meeting. Three times now I come home almost empty-handed. All but two of my traps robbed. It must be your dog, Pierre. Them tracks are his size. Well, Pete, why after so many years should Boone start robbing traps? He is only dog loose, Pierre, when it happened. My traps, empty, same as Pete's. Something is stealing. I've locked Boone up, but somehow he get loose. He's the robber, all right. You can't miss them tracks. Boone is the best lead dog I ever have. Hard luck, Pierre, but furs are how we live. You're gonna have to shoot him. Well, that's that. Let's go, boys. Wait. What is coming? Oh, it's Sergeant Preston. Hello, Sergeant. Hello, Sergeant. See you later, Pierre. Sure, sure, sure. Well, it's long time since I see you. You were coming in. Just a minute. I want to look at the leg of one of my dogs. He seems to have gone lame. Here, Frisky. Let's have a look at it. Oh, he have cut it, maybe, huh? It's just tendon in his leg. Been having trouble with it lately. You've got him a long time, though. He's been one of my best dogs. He's had quite a strenuous life. Look, King, she's jealous. Go back, King. I'm just looking at Frisky's leg. Well, I guess we're gonna have to give you a rest, Frisky. Going's too tough for you. Uh, what you do with him? I never have trouble finding homes for them. Or I can get another sled dog. No, no, not now. Me, maybe I must look for one, too. Oh, one of your dogs die? Well, not die, but the trappers say my lead dog Boona robbed their trap. Boona robbing traps? Well, surely that's not true, Pierre. For weeks, trap robbed of fine furs. Boona is only dog loose, and the trapper find dog trap near the trap. They say she's Boona, and I must kill him. Surely they need more proof than that. Sled dogs are too valuable. Me, I don't want to kill Boona, but only dog trap are near trap. A man can cover his tracks. We? How? It's simple in this light snow. Just brush them over with a feather. It's been done often. Oh, Sergeant, maybe you help me. We? Of course I'll help you, Pierre. After all, the dog has a right to a fair trial as well as a man before he's convicted. Especially since the dog can't defend himself. I know you love dog like I do. I don't like to kill them. We'll get one of the trappers to show us a trap that's been robbed. And maybe King can help us find a thief. Jackson is one who is robbed the most. Robbing traps was a major crime for man or beast in the Yukon. Dogs were shot immediately if they were co-headed, as the furs were the trappers' livelihood. Preston and Pierre were led by Pete Jackson to one of his traps that had recently been robbed. King was at the sergeant's side. Pierre had Boona on leash. Right here, Sergeant, under this tree. You see them tracks? They made wolf tracks their dog. King, stay back there, boy. They certainly look like dog tracks. Big ones, too. Bring Boona here, Pierre. Come on, Boona. See how excited he gets? He knows he's been here before. And them tracks sure look like his. He do act bad, but how you tell by track? See, King's track look almost like that, too. Let's get King's reaction to all this. Come here, King. Find it, boy. See those tracks? King acts just like Boona, and I know King's not guilty. Must be just a scent of blood. I still think Boona's the one. Look at him circle. If track are Boona, King would come to him, though. Yes. King would know they were Boona tracks, but he's going off into the woods. King, you got the scent, boy? Come on, whatever it is, King's on the trail of it. Let's follow him. King had difficulty following the trail. No man could have done it, as it led through thickets and over bare ground where no tracks could be seen. They had covered over a mile when I suddenly heard King up ahead. King's found something. Sounds like he's found some kind of animal. Hold on to Boona, Pierre. Oh, he can't get away. I all leash tight. There's a creek here. Bushes are thick. Look, there is wolf at the opening of cave inside the creek. Why don't that dumb dog fight it? King won't fight a female. That's a mother wolf. Her whelps are in that cave. She only half as big as King, but she would fight him. She'd fight anything to protect her putts. Let me get a bead on her. I can hit her right between the eyes. Don't shoot her, Pete. She's not our thief. She's too small. But we may need her to catch the real one. Here, King. Come here. Let her along. That dog he orn has led us on a wild goose chase. He just picked up a trail by mistake. No, Pete, I think you're wrong. It's the father of those putts, King Drilled. He's been robbing traps and bringing food home to the lair. And the father is part dog, or perhaps all dog. Oh, then Boona is not the thief. Boona ain't gettin' off that easy. I'd like to see the father of them putts before I believe it. Maybe you will see him, Pete. We're going to try to catch him. The snare that Prustin and Pierre set to catch the dog was a rope tied to a bent sapling. It was designed to catch him alive without hurting him. When the tree was released and sprang upright, the animal would be suspended in the air with a noose under his forelegs. It was a week later when their efforts were rewarded due to the sanity of the wolf lair. We've got him, Pierre. Look at him. Isn't he a beauty? Oh, he's not a wolf. He's a dog. I doubt that there's any wolf in him. That's one reason we called him, probably. He wasn't afraid of the man's sand on the snare. You shoot him, will you? Seems a shame to kill a man. Seems a shame to kill an animal like that. Those are so necessary here, you can't. Well, if he's a trap robber, he'll have to be shot to satisfy the trappers. Hello, fella. Oh, he's not afraid. He's been around men before. Too bad to have to kill him just for bringing food to his family. Say, look here on the ground. Huh? It is meat. He drop it when he snare, pull him up. This isn't game out of a trap. It's fresh venison and it's been cut with a knife. Where he get it, you think? I wonder. That's funny. Pierre? I guess we won't pass judgment on this fella too soon. Maybe we'd better see that he gets a fair little tool. Oh, I don't like to shoot such fine animal. Let's get him down out of that snare and hide him somewhere. Pierre, I want you to keep this a secret for a while. Don't tell anyone we caught him. A huge husky that Preston called Lobo was hidden in a shed of Pierre's in the woods. Each day, Preston spent a few hours with him, gradually gaining his confidence and friendship. About a week later, Pierre accompanied him to the shed. Any news from the trappers yet, Pierre? They should be coming any day now with their catch. They take time to make trip to all their trap. You sure nobody knows about Lobo? Nobody, king. I, I think he not like being kept in store while you come see this other dog like this. Yeah. King gets a son of him on me afterwards. You tame this dog pretty well, eh? It's been a while for a long time, Pierre, but I think he's beginning to like me. Listen to him. Here's his coming. I, I think, Sergeant, if you don't mind, I stay out here and not go in the shed with you. All right, Pierre. You can watch through that crack. I would like better. Hello, Lobo. I got some fresh meat for you today, fella. Come over here and get it. Come on, boy. You know I won't hurt you. That's it. Kind of good, huh? Want some more? Hey, you don't have to swallow it whole. Now how about letting me rub your neck a little? Sergeant, be careful. There, old fella. Not bad, is it? I don't like to have the back of your ears scratched, don't you? That's better. You've been coming, Pierre. I think he knows we're friendly. If you don't mind, Sergeant, I think I wait two, three days more. In a few days, the trappers began to appear at Pierre's trading post with their catches. Well, gee, if you have nice catches, then... Well, ain't got much. The trap's been robbed again. The dog, he robbed them still? The trap's was robbed as if a dog done it, where no dog tracks around. Ain't caught that good, have you? Did you say no dog tracks, Tim? No. Hello, Jack. You got a lot of nice four to try today? Very little, Pierre. My trap's against even Rob. But he's funny. This time, no dog time. Good evening, Pete. You going good catch for tonight? No. My trap's been robbed as usual. I sure wish you could catch that wolf dog, Sergeant. He's still robbing you, Pete? Yeah, he got a lot of my traps this time. His tracks are all over the place. Is that so? Yes, Pierre. Pete Jackson is the man we must watch. We're sure Pete left, Pierre. We? He has gone. His little skins are hidden somewhere. He may not have left them in his cabin, though. If he thinks no one suspects him, maybe we find them. He's gone all right. The cabin's dark. Here, King. Stay with me. Bring the lantern, Pierre. Go in, King. Now, let's look around. There's nothing I can see. Give me that fox skin we brought. Thanks. Here, King. Can you find some of these, boy? This is what we want. Find them, fella. You know what you say? It took months of training, but when I let him get to the center of something, he knows what to look for. Look under that bunk, Pierre, and I'll see what I can find in this box. There's nothing here. Look at King. He's pouring at the floor on the floor. You think that is what we should find? Wait a minute. What is it, boy? Look. There's a trap door under here. That's the way it poured the rug. There's something on the floor. Hold that lantern over here, Pierre. There are the stolen furs. Some of them freshly scanned. What? Pete is the trap robber. He robbed the traps and left fresh meat there, so a dog or wolf would be playing for it. Lobo probably made the rounds of the traps regularly to get nice fresh venison. But Pete was the first one to have traps robbed. He was smart enough to rob his own traps first, so no one would suspect him. Put up your hands, both of you. Pete! Lucky, I forgot something. Had to come back. Get away! Help! Get him off of me! Get away from me! Good work, King! Hold him! He's got my arm! Take him off! Hold him, King, till I get his gun! Now you can get up. King's watching you, so don't try anything. Pierre, you're bleeding. Did he get you? That shot, she creeped off top of my ear before she got through a window. If King was one second later, no more Pierre. We'll fix you up as soon as we get Pete back to your place. All right, Pete, get going. Remember, King's right behind you. What right you got to arrest me? You was in my cabinet. I'm arresting you for robbing traps and attempted murder. You said yourself it was that wolf dog. I can prove you. That wolf dog has been caught for a long time. You have many more furs and you could possibly trap in one season, right under your house. That hadn't been for that curve. Watch out, Pete. It doesn't like being called a curve, do you boy? Yes, old fellow, we've made a double catch this time. A low-down thief and a high-grade sled dog for our team. Good work, boy. 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