 The challenge of the Yukon, the Wonder Dog King, swiftest and strongest of Eskimo lead dogs, 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-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. The early darkness of the North country had fallen when Sergeant Preston of the Northwest-mounted police stopped his dog team beside the trading post of old Sandy McDonald near Dawson City. Okay, let's go. With his big lead dog King, the Mountie entered the store and was greeted by the old Scotchman who was a friend of many years standing. Hello, Sergeant. It's good to see you again, laddie. How are you, Sandy? It's been six months since I've laid eyes on you and that fine animal King. Yes, we've been away a long time. Yes, sit you down and warm yourself a stand and get hot tea ready. Well, thanks, Sandy. Well, that's where it feels good to have been on the trails this morning. Put your park on that chair and make yourself comfortable. All right. Well, King, good on, boy. I bet you've been a busy man. Trapped him from one end of the territory to the other. Well, you are. Thanks. Nothing like black steel on to warm your insides on a day like this. Hmm. Right you are, Sandy. Well, how's the trading business since I last saw you? Well, can you complain? No, there will not be much doing until the laddies come in with their quarters in the spring. They say there are some good catches being made up the river. You used to grub steak some of the boys were trapped in the five fingers country, didn't you? Yes, that it did. Do you remember old Henry Page? How old Henry Page? Why, that old rascal hasn't paid me in for last year's supplies. Have you seen him? Yes, Sandy. I have. I'm afraid you're not going to get your money back. What's this you're telling me, Sergeant? Yes, his bed. They buried him on the west bank of the Lewis River. It is bad news you're bringing me, Sergeant. And him owed me all that hard cash. But what happened to old Henry? Well, Sandy, last time I saw him alive was in January. When I was investigating the murder of two trappers in the five fingers country. I know that district well. These men had been murdered and robbed of their fur catches. There wasn't a single bit of evidence to show who the murderers were. Each crime was committed either just before or during snowstorms, so we had no trail to follow. I called on three or four trappers in that section. And one day I drove up to old Henry's cabin. He was skinning out some game. Oh, King, hello, you're asking me. Hello, Henry. Hello, Sergeant. Hi, Sergeant. I should update you. You've got some pretty fine Huskies there, Henry. As good as there be, I guess. I should have paid old Sandy McDonnell a good price for him. And for everything else I'd bought from the old cut. Oh, I think you've got your money's worth, Henry. I bet I know where you're here. You're investigating in tears we had last month. That's right. Can you help me in any way? No, no. I've got some ideas, oh. Lots of new fellas. Tender feet, mostly. I don't like it, neither. You've had this country all to yourself until this year, haven't you? Yeah, till last fall. It's getting too darn civilized now. Like you'll move on next year, Henry? Not by a junk full of bears grease. Nobody's running me out, even if I have to. Yes, Henry? No, no, no. I got something in my cabin. I want it. What is it? You'll see, Jack. You'll see. This will knock your eye out. I got it back here. Some kind of fur? Nothing like this has ever been seen in this country that I know. And I catch fur from no Wisconsin to the Bering Sea. It's a big blinks, but it's almost white. It is a lynx. And it's white. It's a pure albino. I've never seen an albino lynx before. This pelt will bring you plenty of money in Sandys. He's going to sell it to that old scalper. I'm going to take it outside and get ten times as much. This pelt's valuable, Henry. You better be careful with all these robberies and murders going on. Don't you worry, Sergeant. If any of them new fellas crosses my lines, I'll... What will you do, Henry? Well, nothing that will hurt you, Sergeant. Nothing that will hurt you. So, Henry, what on the cell, Kirk? I stayed around the territory for some time. Then one evening I was sitting in the sourdough restaurant eating supper when a man came in. Hello, King. Excuse me. Are you Sergeant Preston? Yes, I am. Well, they said I'd find you here. I'm Sam Ked. How are you, Sam? Sit down. Thanks. You know, me and my partner have been shopping and crafting up in the five fingers country. Yes? I've been hustling to get here. Dogs are about played out. Had to get here in a hurry because there's a dead man in my cabin. A dead man? Yeah. Bill, my partner, wailed him with a club. I helped him. What? You mean you... Now, wait a minute, Molly. We done it in self-defense. Yeah. See where he creeps my neck with a slug? Hmm. There was an old coot called Henry Page. What? He had a trap line just a few miles from ours. And tanks, old cuss. Did you know? Yes, I did. You better tell me about it. But I should warn you that anything you say may be used against them. I ain't got nothing to hide, Sergeant. It happened like this. Let's see. This here is Friday night. On Wednesday evening, me and Bill had just finished washing the supper dishes. Better skin out these three minks we brought in today. They were frozen stiff, but the fires caught them out. Yeah. I bet we're going to be snowed in and holed up for as well. You're blowing pats and dogs. Yeah. Sounds like another willow was fetching the commands. Who in tarnation is that? Come in. Oh, boy! Wow, Henry Page. What are you doing out on a night like this? I got caught out on my chaplain. Just as his darn willow was started. Thought I'd drop in here. Them frozen whiskers make you look like a snowman. Well, sit down. Warm up. Had your supper? Yeah. I ate on the chair. How you boys been doing with your chaplain? Pretty fair, Henry. Got a lot of rats, some lynx and foxes, and a lot of prime minks. Hey! That'll make a pretty good steak. Especially for a couple of tender feet. Yep. Hard to run as close to 3,000 as she stands. And there's a couple of good months left. How you been doing, Henry? Me? I've been doing all right. Expect to be doing better, though. Henry, put down that gun. What's wrong with you? Ain't nothing wrong with me, but it will be with you boys soon. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you just like I did with the two fellas who thought they could trap in my territory. Listen, I'll cover my tracks, and I'll have a lot more fur to sell. Grabbing sand? No, you don't! Get him! Take that, you old bugger! Are you a gun, Bill? Yeah. I got him all right. That's what happened, sir. I died for old Henry's rifle and the shotgun thing in the neck. They'll grab the club that we used for killing game in the traps and club Henry over the head. He went down and didn't get up. You'd better stay here in town tonight, Sam, and rest up. I'll leave for your cabin first thing in the morning. It took us almost two days to get back to Sam's cabin. Bill was standing in the doorway when we drove up. Okay. Hello, Sam. Hi, Bill. Hi, Bill. Sergeant Preston. This is Bill Sharpe, my partner. Hello, Bill. Glad to see you, Sergeant. Sure good to see you, fellas. I slipped a wince of sand left. Come on in. This cabin ain't too warm. Didn't have to make much fire in the kind of the corks. Glad you left everything undisturbed. Here's old Henry Sergeant. Poor old fella. He was crazier than the whiskey jack money. Lucky for us, Sam got hold of that club when he did. I thought you said Bill used the club, Sam. Oh, yeah. I guess maybe I did. I guess I was mixed up. I'm kind of the excitement. You had him pretty hard when he didn't bleed much. Oh. Well, I cleaned it all up, Sergeant. It was pretty bad. You shouldn't have touched this thing that I got here. Well, I knew it would take Sam a long time to get to you to get back here. Well, anyway, we were excited. Well, we'll cover him up now until we bury him. Have you an old blanket around you? I'll get one, Sergeant. Would you like some hot tea or something to eat, Sergeant? No thanks, Bill. You'd better get on with this. Now you say Henry just came in and pulled the gun on you. Yeah. It was wild and crazy looking. Said this was his territory and we had no business in it. Said the first we had really belonged to him. You had a good season? Yeah. I don't see what we have. Look at that stack of pelts there in the corner. And we wanted them for himself. And here's the blanket. Oh, cover the party. You've done a lot of trapping, haven't you? I'll have a look at you, Bill. Well, this has been the best year we ever had. Oh. Good. Well, that's the links. Ain't it a beauty? Yeah, it certainly is. Well, he gave us quite a battle, didn't he, Bill? Yeah. We cut him down near the river. Here's a nice foxkin, too. You think we ought to take Henry's body out and bury him? I'd like to go over to his cabin first. Go over to his cabin? What for? I'd like to look at all of it. Have you been there since? I know. Sam left in a hurry and I just didn't think about it. Don't you think we'd better wait till tomorrow? It's getting kind of late. Not very far from here. You really should have gone over there, Bill. There's a lot of thieves around. They could easily rob it. Maybe they've taken everything out of it by now. Yeah. I should have thought of that. Your men come along with me. Look what you need us. We'd better stay here and fix something to eat. Yeah, I don't see why you want us. You may have to help bring some things back. Come on, get to Fargo on, Bill. Come on in, King. Holy s***, this cabin is sure dirty. Henry wasn't a very good housekeeper. Well, I guess someone got here before we did. Oh. What do you mean? Henry used to keep his furs in this side of the cabin. They weren't any here. Hey, I should have come over and locked this cabin. Some even Indian must have got here and stole everything. What's wrong, King? What are you sniffing at? I probably smelled some varmin or something. Maybe some two-legged varmin. What do you mean? He's sniffing at these blood stains here on the floor. I think old Henry was killed right here. What are you trying to say, Monty? How did you get that albino lynx pelt that belonged to Henry? The albino lynx? Yes, it was his. He showed it to me in this cabin. That's what he was doing. Well, take him off! Get away from me! All right. Back, King. Get up, Bill. You shouldn't have tried to pull that gun on me. King's trained to watch for that. Get up! I'm arresting you both for the murder of Henry Page. Watch them, King. Well, Sandy, that's what happened to Henry Page. Poor old Henry. But I didn't get, Sergeant, why they bothered to come chasing after you. Why, didn't they just kill the old man and say nothing about it? I thought they were being very clever, Sandy. You see, they were responsible for the other murders. And when they heard I was investigating the case, they thought I'd leave the territory thinking old Henry was the killer. So they killed him in his cabin, took him to theirs. You and the bonny doggy sure did a fine job, Sergeant. Oh, I can always defend on King for that, can I, fellow? Oh, oh, oh, oh. 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