 the challenge of the Yukon. On King, on your skin! 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 North who preserved law and order in the new Northwest country where the greed for wealth and power led budget. But in spite of the odds against them, Sergeant Preston and his Wonder Dog King met that challenge and justice ruled triumphant. In a cabin on the outskirts of Dawson, Jeb Hawkins paced back and forth impatiently. His wife Lizzie threw venomous glances at him over her shoulder as she ventured her temper on the pots and pans cooking on the stove before her. You know, I'm so darned hungry I could eat a raw wild cat. What is that mess you call supper going to be ready? Yukon, eat raw wild cat. Well, it's way past five tonight. Come, son, that black, sleepy devil-ass. You, step-daughter, put your clumsy old fool for Miranda, de-hurt-ya, nice kid. Well, how can I see her? Why do you have to have that sneaky and useless homely mother? That's enough out of you, Jeb Hawkins. If I can put up with that smelly old flea-bitten thing you call a dog, you can let my cat alone. How anybody with an ounce of brains can like a silly old black cat and put in a fancy collar order like that when two inches wide. I'm ashamed to have my friends see her. That collar protects her throat from dogs. I don't mean dogs like Jonas. Miranda don't need protection from that kind. I mean a dog with some spirit. Well, if you tend to your cooking the way a proper wife should and stop petting this old dog. Are you insinuating I ain't a proper wife? Well, you won't be till you get rid of that cat. That's all I can stand. I'm speaking to you till I get rid of that howler. Well, I'm a stubborn man. I'm warning you. And I'm a stubborn woman. I ain't gonna speak to you till you get rid of that mangy black cat. Can that be? Hello, Jeb. Well, Sergeant President, come on in. How are you? Fine, thanks. I, uh, bought a couple of letters for you from Selkirk. Letters from Selkirk? Yes, they were sent there. Whoever wrote them didn't know you'd moved up here to Dawson. But we've been here for five years, I don't know. Here's yours. I gave Liz hers outside. Well, thanks. Hey, sit down, Sergeant President. Thanks. Can't stay, Jeb, but I will have a cup of tea if you'll make some. A cup of Jupiter. Oh, what's wrong, Jeb? Why, it's from old Pete Hayes. Oh, who's he? He was an old sourdough we used to know in Selkirk when Liz and I was first married. Well, didn't he know you moved away? Well, he went away first and we never heard from him. Now he's dead. Dead? I thought the letter was coming. He left us our gold claim. Liz and I was always nice to him. He used to have them over for dinner and they always said it was the first happy home he ever knew. Nice of him to remember you on his well. Well, you don't look too happy about being left a lot of money. You look worried. Oh, no, I ain't exactly worried. He done it in kind of a funny way. He did? Yeah, he sent me half a map. Half a map? Yeah, and he sent Liz the other half. Oh, that was just his way of showing you. He wanted it equally divided. I'd say I wish it stentopias over would be pressed tonight. Well, I'll be back in a few days and by then you and Lizzie will know what you plan to do. We'll talk it over then. You see, the whole thing is kind of complicated. Well, there's nothing very complicated about inheriting a gold claim. I'll help you figure out the map when I come back. Congratulations on the sudden wealth. Bye, Jed. Yeah, goodbye, Sergeant, and thanks. Honest, what in the heck are we gonna do? If I speak to her first, she'll think she can run me the rest of my life. Though by golly, I ain't gonna do it. She likes money well enough to break down. She won't be able to resist speaking first. And that will still have our pride left. It was two days later. Jeb sat in the gold nugget bar alone, looking gloomily into space. When Jules Leclerc sat down uninvited at his table. Hello, Jeb. Oh, you look sad. Maybe you need company, huh? Hello, Jules. You do not drink your drink? And I suppose you're thirsty as usual, and you're broke. She's a pity to have such a fine thirst like mine, and no money. I just saved you. What? Would you like to earn some money? Me? Me, Jules. I need money always. I've got a job for you. At least work. She's not too hard. All you gotta do is put a cat in a bag and take her off into the hills and lose her. But some things are simple. You will pay me. I sure will. You come to my house tonight at midnight. I'll be watching for you. Your senses and clad of her so that we could start speaking again. I didn't wake you up just to talk to you. How the dice is broke, we can talk about getting rich, huh? You get your half of the map and we'll figure out what... You better get up and find Miranda. I'm confused. First you say that catchy is ruining your life. Now you must find her. Why? Because my life's even more ruined without her. Now, anyway, it's none of your business. First I have two, three, maybe six drinks, so I do not phrase on that three. Then I put the cat back in the bag. You had her out? We? You see, she was unhappy. Where'd you go? I go out the door. Which way did you turn? I turn. Then on I'm a little confused. But don't worry about her. I remember she's in beautiful place. On a big mountain with pretty lights behind it. I say to her, this is cat heaven. There's so much I remember. Sergeant Preston was cooking his supper over a campfire on the trail to Dawson that evening. King, sitting beside him, suddenly dashed off into a clump of trees nearby. King, what's wrong? Where are you going? What's wrong with you boy? What's in that tree? Oh, tree a wildcat, fella. Quiet, King. Boy, that's not a wildcat. It looks like Liz Hawkins' cat. How'd she get way out here? Now, come on, Miranda. You're going home with me. The following morning, Sergeant Preston stopped his dog team on the trail back to Dawson when he saw a dog running toward him through the woods. Well, King, how are you, Husky? Well, Thomas, what are you doing way out here? The jeb, jewels. What are you eating? We lost her. What's Jonas' father doing? Well, Jonas has found her. She's in that box on my sled. She smelled food cooking last night and came to my camp. Oh, thank heaven. We've been looking for her for two days. I bet we'd have 50 miles. Jewels could remember where he left her. Hey, Jay, are you sure it's Miranda? Yes. I think before that he was north, I take her out. But no, he must have himself. Yep, yep, Jonas, you're right. Miranda's in this box. Okay, I'll make sure. What? It is Miranda, isn't it? Yes, it's Miranda. It's gone. Her color? I didn't want the cat. I wanted the color. Sacre bleu. First you don't want cat. Then you do want cat. Now you don't want cat. It was the color that was important. No, no, no. Why you not tell me these? You know where the color is. Wee. I do not get the money for losing cat till she is loose. Now you think I get Sikh's drink to keep from freeze? I say these cats, you do not need color for leaving woods. So I tray the color to Barney for Sikh's drink. And we've been trapping 50 miles looking for that. When all the time it was right at Barney's bar. Barney, Jewels treated you with dog collar night before last. Would you mind selling it back to Jev here? Well sure, Sergeant. I'd sell it to him if I had it. If you had it? Well, I thought it would fit my kids. So I traded in at Pierre's for some sugar. Well, never mind, Jev. We'll go over to Pierre's. Well, Pierre's right over there at that table. Pierre, come here. Hello, Sergeant. Hello, Pierre. Hello, Jev. Hey, I say Pierre. I want to buy that collar that Barney traded you yesterday. The one you give me the sugar for, Pierre. We? What? I do not have it. What? Did you sell it? No. But my partner, Rosé, he sell it today. Who'd he sell it to? I do not know. Oh, where is Rosé? He's gone on hunting trip today. Huh? He will be back maybe one, two weeks. Well, Jev, I guess you're going to have to face the music. At least you can take Miranda back to Liz. Yeah. And tell her I found their captain lost off fortune. He led me right to her. Get me Sergeant Preston. Yes, I guess he did. Jonas always liked Miranda. Jev. Huh? I've got to ask you to forgive me. Forgive you? For doing what I did. What you did? Well, I thought you killed Miranda, Jev. Because today I saw a collar in Pierre's store. I bought it. It was a collar. You have it? Mm-hmm. And the math isn't there. Have you got it? Oh, the math. Well, that's what I have to ask you forgiveness for. What do you mean? I lied, dear Jev. The math was never under the collar. I just told you that to make you get Miranda back. Then when you brought her home without the collar, I was just plain ashamed of myself. Well, I'll be. You'd better drink some water, Sergeant. Jev. Can you ever forgive me for doubting you? Why, uh, well, sure, Liz. Just forget it. Well, uh, now that the map is found and there's a piece of the Hawkins household, I'll be going. See, I can't thank you enough, Sergeant. Come on, yeah, get outside. Pat that dog you was for me. Well, uh, I'll do that. Good night. Good night, Sergeant. Well, why did you tell him to do that, Jev? What did King do? Head, nothing. Head, it's just that I like dogs. And cats. One thing on your head. These copyrighted dramas originate in the studios and that's why is the Detroit. And all characters, names, places, and incidents used are fictitious. They are sent to you each week at the same time. Larry McCann speaking, this is the Michigan Radio Network.