 The challenge of the Yukon is King, swiftest and strongest lead dog of the North country, blazing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Monod Police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. On King! On you, Husky! Gold, gold discovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the Klondike in the greedy race for riches. Now back to the days of the gold rush when Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog King battled through storm and snow to preserve law and order as they met the challenge of the Yukon. At the trading post in Selkirk, Pete Carruthers sat in a corner trying on mucklucks while Francois, the proprietor, carried on his usual patter of local gossip. So now we get banked here in Selkirk, you say? That'd be a good thing, a bank. Many bad men come to North not for prospecting in ground, but in people's pockets. Ah, Francois, you're always expecting the worst in people. Most of them are pretty honest, I find. Oh, you, Pete, you trust everyone. Never have I seen such a man as you. You have good art, but you are a bad businessman. Maybe it's because I haven't too much to lose. I can't complain, though. My claim is paying off, and I have quite a bit saved. You give away more than you save. How do you like them boots? These fit all right. I'll put the other one on. Hello, Francois. Hello, Pete. Hi there, Jack. Hello, Jack. You want something? Well, I need some flour and tobacco. I hate to ask you, Francois, but I need a little more credit. Jack, me, I am generous man, I think. But three time now I give you credit when long time ago I should stop. This time, I must say no. Well, Francois, I'll pay as soon as I get some money. What's wrong, Jack? You broke? Oh, I had some tough luck. Give him what he wants, Francois. Put it on my account. But Pete did it. Gee, thanks, Pete. You're sure a good fella. That's all right, Jack. Man, all right. I get it for you. See, I just saw Red Davis and Lucky Darrell in the café before I came in here. They said they were going over to your house to see you. See, I'm glad you reminded me of that. They said they'd be over today, and I clean forgot about it. Here you are, Jack. Well, thanks, Francois. Don't thank me. I'm glad to say so you would not get this floor in Tobacco. Never mind, Francois. Jack'll pay me back. You're darned tootin', I will. Well, so long, Pete. You should not give your money to Jake. He is no good. Well, maybe he's just having a little hard luck. Never have I seen such a man as you. How many men have you grub-stayed? Not too many, but you never can tell. If they had paid her, half of it would be mine. But some of them you hardly know. They have to file their claims here, don't they? When I have papers to show a grub-stayed, I'm entitled to get half. Well, maybe I am wrong. Maybe the world she needs more men like you. You are a trusting man, but I would not say a wise one. I'll take these mucklucks, Francois. I guess I'd better wear them, I'm in a hurry. I have to get back to my cabin to meet Red Davis and Lucky Darrell. Hello, Pete. Hi there, Red and Lucky. I've been waiting for you. Come on in. We wanted to talk to you about grub-stayed. Well, that's it. You wouldn't be taking much of a chance this time, Pete. I got a good tip from this friend of mine who just made a big strike. There's plenty of gold up there where he is. And if we can get enough supplies together, we'll have a fortune in no time. Oh, good. Oh, I'm sorry, Jane and my young son aren't here. I'd like to have you meet them. Make yourselves at home, boys. Oh, thanks. Kevin, you have here. Jane would like it better if we were a little closer to town. You said you had a son too, didn't you? Jimmy's nine years old. Now, how much do you boys figure you'll need? Well, uh, you grub-stayed people beforehand. Yeah. Let's see. Well, I can give you exact figures if you want to see them. Keep all my papers here in this tin box. That's a blank form, sir. You? I can't let you have as much as I gave Slim Jackson. My savings are getting low. I feel this is a good investment. How about 300? Well, that ought to be enough. Yeah, we could make it on that, I think. All right, boys. I'm going to take a chance on you. Hey, huh? There's $300 in gold. Now, you sign this paper. Oh, sure. I fill in the money here, don't I? That's right. I guess we really ought to have a witness, but I trust you, boys. There. Now you sign it, Lucky. Oh, sure. There you are. Maybe we'll all be rich someday. Well, come on, Lucky. Thanks a lot, Pete. Seeing as soon as we hit pay, Dirk, we'll come back here to file a claim. Well, I guess your wife and son are coming now, Pete. You're a boy and a woman coming up the trail. Stay and meet them, why don't you? We'll meet them when we have some good news for them. Come on, Reddy. Now, goodbye, Pete. Goodbye. Goodbye. He's as rich as I think it's going to be. He's made a good investment. He's made a very good business, man. Well, what do you mean? He didn't have any witnesses there. Nobody saw us get that money. Nobody's got our signature. The same is as rich as you think it's going to be. It might be a good idea to get that paper somewhere. If he couldn't produce a paper, he'd have a hard time proving he'd grub-paped us. Uh-huh. That tin box wouldn't be hardly open. Well, that's not going to our chickens. There'll be plenty of time to decide what to do after we hit pay, Dirk, if we do. Here's his wife and kid. What's he carrying? It looks like a book. Howdy, ma'am. Hello, there. You just came out of our cabin, didn't you? Yeah, yeah. We've never seen your father. I'm going to surprise him. Look what I have. Well, he's a fine pup. Now, don't you bother these men, Jimmy. They're probably in a hurry. Oh, I can't wait until Dad sees Mabel. Oh, you like them all right. Come on. I don't see why you want to call that dog Mabel. I like that name. And Mabel likes it, too. He knows it already. All right, Jimmy. Then Mabel it is. Here's our house, Mabel. Now, go on in and meet Dad. Now, Dad, what do you think it is? A cow? This was a big feed. It is an odd-looking pup. Zeke Smith gave it to Jimmy. I guess maybe there's every kind of a dog you could think of mixed up in them. But I think it's beautiful. Mabel and I are going to be the best friends in the world. Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Monod Police drove his dog team along the trail bordering the river near Selkirk. He heard a child's voice calling frantically. Come on, Mabel. Stop. Jimmy, come out of that water. No, I dare you. Jimmy, come back here. It's still on shore. But Sergeant Preston, my dog's out there on that piece of ice. He broke away. I just got a gift. I'll get him for you some way. No, get out of this water. Oh, look. He slipped. He's in the water and he's going under. He'll get drowned. He's so little. All right, Jimmy. I guess you can get him, boy. Go get him, Jimmy. Stay up here on shore, Jim. Okay, we'll get him. Your dog won't drown. Mabel's just a pup. I hope King can bring him in. Current's too strong for a pup. The king can handle it. There, see? King got him. Come on, King, old boy. We'll have to run along the shore. Yes. Grant's sweeping him down. Come on, Mabel. He can't drown. I'll bet. There. King's bringing him to shore. Good work, old boy. Well, there's your dog, Jim. Still very much alive. Here, I'll push inside my car. Come on back to my side, Jim. I'll get you and these dogs back to your cabin and dry you off. You think you'll get a bad cold, Sergeant? No. We'll dry him off and warm him up and I'm sure he'll be as good as new. While Jimmy changed his clothes, Sergeant Preston talked to Mrs. Carruthers. Mabel and King dried off before the fire. What kind of dog is Mabel? A mixture of about everything, I guess, Sergeant. All I know is that he's more trouble than any dog I ever saw. He chews everything up and takes things out and buries them in the snow. I almost thought to do that. Not quite as much as this one, though. It is dirty. He had to go down and buy some more mucklucks today. Mabel stole the new one. Or rather, one of them. Buried it somewhere, I guess. We can't find it anywhere. Can't you train Mabel not to do it? We tried, but nothing seems to work. He's very quick about it and rather sly. If Jimmy weren't so fond of him, we'd give him away. He's threatening to do it anyway. Hello, dear. Hello. Oh, Preston, I thought I recognized your team out there. How are you, please? Sergeant Preston just saved Mabel from drowning. Oh. Well, I'm afraid I'm not going to thank him for it. That dog is a pest. We've got to get rid of him. Oh, no. If he steals one more thing that belongs to me, I'm going to get rid of him. He'll, uh, get over it when he's a little older. Well, I can't wait that long. He stole her mittens, boots, caps, and everything you could think of. I'm reaching the end of my patience. It was a few weeks later. Red Davis and Lucky Darrow were camped a few miles outside of Selkirk. The appearance of the men had changed. Lucky Darrow had grown a thick beard that covered his face like a mask, while Red had shaved his beard off completely. Red was cooking her supper as he talked to Lucky. Stay here for a few days to find out what's happening in town. Now, you better go into Selkirk tomorrow. I'm afraid somebody might recognize me and start asking questions. Nobody will know you were that beard. He didn't have one before. He'll probably recognize me. They're all in kind of my red hair. I think we're taking a big chance doing this. We're not taking a chance at all. If we can find out when nobody's going to be a peach cavern, we can get into that tin box in two minutes. Red, uh, why don't we give him half the claim? After all he did grubstakers and legally it's his. Now, don't start that again. Do you realize if we give him half of it, that means we'll just get a fourth of peace? Well, that's our red's claim. There'll be enough for all of us. We'll have to give away if we don't have to. Now, nobody witnessed it when we signed that paper. If we can get our hands on it, we'll deny that Pete ever grubstaked it. And he'll have nothing to prove that he did. Now, we're going to get that paper. But don't forget we have to file a claim. We'll file it after we get the paper that proves Pete owns half of it. Now, tomorrow morning you go into town and see what's happening. Maybe they'll be having a party or something that Pete might want to attend. The following morning, Sergeant Preston stopped his dog team before the Carruthers' cabin. Young Jimmy was out in front playing his cup. Look, King! Oh, you're King! Hello, Sergeant Preston. Quiet, Mabel. Don't you recognize King? How are you, Jimmy? Thought I'd start to see how you are after you did in the river. And, uh, how's Mabel? Oh, we're both fine. It didn't hurt Mabel a bit. Look, Adam, I think you know it's King. He's trying to show off in front of me. Mabel's trying to impress King, all right. What's to play with it? Oh, uh, you're going to a big show in town tonight. Sure. Pa's a nama taking me. I never saw a magician before. They say he takes things out of hats and makes things disappear and everything. I guess just about everyone in town will be there. Quite a treat for the people that has some entertainment. Jimmy! Jimmy! So, hello, Preston. Hello, Pete. Something wrong? What's wrong, Pa? It's your dog again. I can't find one of my new mud rucks. He must have buried it somewhere. I, uh, I think this is the first time I ever saw you mad, Pete. I am mad. This is the last straw. I told you, Jimmy, that if he hid one more thing of mine that you'd have to get rid of that dog. Oh, Pa, no! I could brain that fool animal. I just bought that pair of boots a few weeks ago. Look at him, leaping around showing off in front of King. King saves his life, and Mabel remembers him. If you'd have hung your boots up on a nail or something. I'm through running our house to suit Mabel. Hanging everything up beyond the reef. Pete, look. Mabel just dug something out of the snow. Well, I look positive. It looks like your boots. Mabel wants to play tug-of-war with King. Oh, my new muckluck. Now bring that here, you little scallow egg. Jimmy, catch him. Mabel. Come here, Mabel. Mabel's a lively fuck-all, huh? Jimmy's got to get rid of that silly dog. I won't have him around anymore. Well, Jimmy's pretty fond of him. Of course, most dogs do that when they're little. Why don't you give Mabel one more chance? It isn't very a bit. Now, you give that dog a good, hard whipping. But I can't whip him for digging up the boots. It was burying it. It wasn't bad. Oh, it wasn't. Jimmy's right, Pete. If Mabel is rewarded for digging up the boots, maybe he'll find some of the other things he's buried. You're a good dog, Mabel. Good old fella. You'd better show him the boot and pet him, Pete. Well, this beats everything. Having to pet him when I want to kick him in the slash. Like some of my mittens and things. Come here, Mabel. Good dog. You'll dug up this boot. I could kick all your teeth in, but you're a very good dog. He's proud of himself. Look at him wiggle. Well, guess I'll run along. See you tonight, Pete. Jimmy says you're all going to see the magician. Yeah. Maybe I can make a deal with that magician to come out here and make Mabel disappear. Go on, King. Goodbye. So I can... Later that night, Red and Lucky walked quietly toward Pete's cabin. A light snow was falling. You sure nobody in town recognized you today? Not a soul. This beard makes me look like everybody else who wears one. We'll go back to camp tonight after we get that paper. Then tomorrow we'll come into town and pretend we just got here and filed a claim. You sure Pete won't be home tonight? I told you everybody in the place is going to see that magician. There's never any entertainment up here and nobody'd miss it. Here's Pete's cabin. There's a dim light burning in it. Nobody's home or it'd be brighter. There's just enough light for me to find that little tin box. Think I ought to stay out here and watch? Yeah. Yeah, this snow is a good piece of luck. We'll cover our tracks. I'll leave the cabin door open. If you hear anyone coming along the trail, whistle. All right, but hurry. There's a lot of people who use this trail. They're coming that you get the paper. Put it in my metham on the floor beside me. Now the metham is gone. Gone. Mark, in here you maybe I kicked it accidentally. It must be here somewhere. I don't see it any place. Couldn't have walked away all by itself. Ain't that pup? I bet he took it. Did you see him? No, but the door was open and he's black. Come on. It's in the snow. Come back here, you black mongrel. You're scaring him. He's running. Don't. Somebody will hear it. Where's that dog? It's that dog. I don't see him anymore. You're probably scaring him so by shooting at him that he's still running. He will never find him without a lantern. I don't see why you had to stick that paper in your metham. It might have blown away if I'd have put it on the floor. I certainly thought the metham was safe enough. I don't want any little curries in a brain. They red. Maybe we can find the lantern in the house and trail him. Listen. I've got to get out of here. Maybe we can come back when it's light. Since Pete won't be able to find the paper anyway. Come on. I'll come back early tomorrow before anyone's out. Maybe I can find it. About an hour after daybreak the following morning, Red looked up from the campfire at which he was cooking breakfast as lucky approach. You back already? Did you find the metham? No, last night. You know that. There weren't any tracks. I looked all over. I was there at Pete's cabin before anyone was awake. He must have been around somewhere. That pup couldn't have beaten it. The snow covered all these tracks. He probably dragged the metham off into the woods somewhere. You didn't leave any fresh tracks around in the snow yourself, did you? I think I'm crazy, Red. I could see from the trail that all the tracks around the cabin were covered. Well, I guess we're safe enough. If we can't find that metham, I'm sure Pete won't be able to. Especially when he doesn't even know the paper's missing out of his tin box. And when he does miss it, he won't go looking for it in a strange mitten that his pup dragged off into the woods. What are you planning to do, Red? We'll do just what we plan to do. Go in and file this claim under our names. If Pete puts up a squawk, we just don't know what he's talking about. We'll wait until noon today and then go in and get a room at the hotel. And pretend we just mushed in from the north. That night in the Silver Slipper Cafe, everyone was helping to celebrate the new strike made by Red and Lucky. Pete's brother's walked in the door and he was met by Jake. Hello, there, Pete. Hey, I've been lucky tonight. I'm going to pay you back for the money you let me have in Francoise's place the other day. I know, Jake. Let it go till tomorrow. I better take it now while I got it. There you are. Thanks, Jake. Say, I suppose you heard about the strike that Red and Lucky made. Right? I didn't even know they were back. Well, they come back and file their claim today. They're over at the bar now. There they are. I wonder why they didn't tell me about it. I'd better see them. They're over here, buddy. Oh, there's Pete. Hello, Pete. Come on, name your boys. Yeah, Lucky and Red just made a strike. They're going to be rich. Hello, Pete. Hello, boys. Why didn't you tell me the good news? Oh, you didn't have to be around, that's all. Well, I should think you'd have found me. After all, half your claim is mine. Half yours? What do you mean? What's he talking about? You boys know I grub-steak you. That entitles me to half the claim. Oh, gosh, Pete. You grub-steak so many people. I guess you just get everything mixed up. Could you sign the paper? It's at home. Did you have any witnesses to prove we did this little deal? You're dreaming up? Well, you know I trusted you. You signed that paper. Well, you got a little mixed up, Pete. You get that paper, and maybe we'll remember. Hey, come on, boys. Let's have another. All right, I'm off. The following morning, Sergeant Preston looked gravely at the tin box opened on the table in Pete's cabin. You'd better tell me everything that happened, Pete. Now, were you sure you had the paper that proved you grub-steaked Lucky and Red? Sure I had it. Right here in this tin box. You say you had no witnesses here when you signed the paper? No, I didn't. There's Red and Lucky with you. Well, there isn't anything you can do about it legally without that paper. Did Red and Lucky know where you kept it? Sure they did. They saw me put it away. Oh, I'm afraid you're too trusting, Pete. You mean you think they stole it? Well, there isn't any way we can prove it. But they didn't get into town until yesterday. Hmm, that's how it looks. Now, come on, let's go outside. They may have left some tracks around. I doubt it though. I'd let snow last night. Here, Mabel, Mabel, Mabel. Jimmy, there's no use looking for that pop anymore. Has Mabel disappeared? Yes, thank goodness. He wasn't in the house when we got back from the show the other night. Somebody picked him up. Good riddance, I say. Sergeant Preston, you haven't seen anything of Mabel, have you? Why, no, I haven't, Jimmy. He's gone since the night before last. Jimmy, stop bothering us, Sergeant. You've got more important things to look for than that fool animal. Oh, but King could find him. He knows Mabel's name, don't you think? I'll help you look for Mabel later, Jimmy. Right now, we're looking for some strange tracks. You better circle the cabin, Pete. Could I borrow King while you're looking? Or do you need him? I don't need King right now. He doesn't know what I'm looking for. Go with Jimmy, King. Will you tell him to find Mabel, Sergeant? Find Mabel, boy. Where's Mabel? Come on, King, find Mabel. We'll circle with Mabel, too. Well, Pete, I guess there's no use. Nothing to show that anybody's been near your place. Yes, you're right, Sergeant. That's what I get for trusting too many people. Maybe you put that paper someplace else. Are you sure it was in that tin box? Dad, Sergeant Preston, come here. What is that fool, kid? What's wrong, King? Sorry, King found Mabel. Oh, come on, Pete. Maybe the pup was caught in a trap. Come on, son. I was hoping he'd never find that fool dog. Harry, King must have heard Mabel or smelled him or something. Mabel's down in a big hole too deep for me. I can't get him. Mabel's still alive? Yes, but he's pretty weak. He can't seem to make much noise. How could he fall down a hole? Here he is. Well, poor little fella. Here, Jimmy, take my hand. I'll lower you down in the hole and pull you and Mabel up. Easy now. Don't worry, Mabel. I'm coming. Just like that fool dog. Not to look where he's going. Poor Mabel. Come on, boy. Say, Dad, here's one of your mittens. Mabel. I suppose. He was running away with it, I'll bet. I ended up here, Jimmy. There you are, thief. Well, maybe you'll be glad we found Mabel. You'll have another pair of mittens. All right, Jim. Take my hand. I'll pull you up. Well, there you are. Wouldn't you know it? That dog has stoned at least a half dozen of my mittens. And the one I find with isn't even mine. Mabel hasn't heard her anything. He'll be all right, Jim. Well, this mittens fits me. It's a paper. It was inside the mittens. Well, for the love of... What is it, thief? It's a grub steak paper. What? Oh, how would Mabel... Remember something awful bad, Dad? Not this time, Jim. We don't know yet how Mabel did it, but it looks as though we helped your dad find a fortune. What? That dog couldn't get in the tin box? No. But he was probably standing beside the man who did. Well, can you beat that? Jimmy, you better take Mabel right home and feed him and take care of him. Wrap him in a blanket and give him part of that venison in the storehouse. And some hot canned milk. What? Oh, sure, sure, Dad. Gee, thanks, Sergeant, for letting me change. I never put a fond Mabel without her. That's all right, Jimmy. Give me that mittens, please. King and I are going to town to find the owner out of it. Come on, King. The desk clerk at the northern hotel smiled as Sergeant Preston and his big dog King approached him in the lobby. Hello, Sergeant. Hi. Fine, Bill. I'd like some information. Anything you want, Sergeant? I read Davis and Lucky Barrel registered here. Yeah, sir, here. They're in room 22. Ain't in now, though. Saw him late about an hour ago. They're celebrating the big strike they made. Would you mind letting me have a look at their room? I've got the key right here. Sure. Now, come on, I'll take you back there. Thanks, Bill. Anything wrong, Sergeant? I don't know yet. I think we'll soon find out. Well, it's a little irregular letting anyone in their room like this, but... Mounties are different. It won't take long. I'm trying to find the mittens to dismiss them. Here's the room. Come in with me, Bill. If I find that mitten, I'd like you to be a witness. I'm sure I'd be glad to. Go on, King. Well, you don't have to look far. Isn't this it here in the bed? It looks like they're made all right. Of course, there are hundreds of mittens like this up here. It's a regular kind to get the trading post. Francois has hundreds of them. I have another way of checking whether the mitten I have belongs to the same man that one does. You keep that mitten, Bill. King and I are going to wait in the lobby until Lucky and Red get back. What are you going to do? I'm going to give King the scent of the smitten that we found near Pete's cabin. I'm going to search. If the mitten belongs to Lucky or Red, King will pick up the scent right here in the lobby. It's good and fresh, and he can't miss it. If he follows them, it'll be a double check. They've gone down the hall. Here, King, the smitten. Find him, fella. Come on, King, I'll make you pass the door. So you know what you want him to do? Hey, I see you know. This took a lot of training. Search boy, find him. And he's picked up the scent. He's following Red and Lucky. Come on, this is all I needed. Oh, uh, you got that mitten we found in their room? Yep, I've got it. Hey, King is standing right at their door. Who is it? It's Sergeant Preston, Red. Open this door. He's trying to find the owner of this mitten. He seems to think it's yours, Red. What? It's so hard before... King knows it's yours. And I searched your room before you came in and found its mate. Show it to him, Bill. Here it is. Rather, Pete's still Lucky. Hey, this is a frame up. You can't prove you found that in my room. Oh, yes, I can. Bill came in with me and he can witness it. Yep, we found it about an hour ago. You're both under arrest for breaking into Pete's cabin and attempted fraud. But how did you find that mitten? A long-grown pup named Mabel found it. But, uh, you'll find out about that later. I'm taking you to the jail. And when you're safely locked up, King and I are going to take Mabel upon for saving us a lot of hard work. Yes, thanks to King and Mabel. This case is closed. The UConn copyrighted feature is brought to you each week at this time and all characters, names and incidents used are fictitious. 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