 The challenge of the Yukon. A king! A new manomute! The Wonder Dog King, swiftest and strongest of Eskimo lead dog, plays as a trail through storm and snow for Sergeant Preston as he meets the challenge of the Yukon. Sergeant Preston Sergeant Preston was typical of a small band of Northwest knotted beliefs 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. Sergeant Preston Sergeant Preston stood in the bank in Seahart, talking to a young clerk. And you say, Dave, that he was about 6'1", dark-haronized, heavy-set? Sergeant Preston, I'm not likely to forget that man of the day I die. I never before had any one pointed gun at me and ordered me to turn the combination of the safe. Had you seen him at any time before the robbery? Never lay dyes on him until then. Where, Sergeant Preston? I didn't know you were here. Oh, hello there, Mr. Everett. The sergeant was just asking me about our bank robbery, sir. Oh, about the robbery? Well, in that case, Sergeant, you'd better come into my office where I can tell you the facts about it. Certainly. They've told me to choose to with the only ones in the bank when the thief entered it. That's right. You're going with your work, will you, Dave? Yes, sir. Right this way, Sergeant. Sit down, will you, Sergeant? Thank you. Now, if you'll just tell me what happened. Of course. It was after closing. Good night, Dave. Goodbye, Mr. Everett. Get back in there, Mr. Look here, we're closed for the day. If you want to come in in the morning, back in there. You over there, keep your hands in sight. This is an outrage. You can't get away with walking in here carrying a gun. Shut up. Go back to the safe and start turning the combination. Very well. Mr. Everett, I better do as he says, Dave. Well, that's being smart about it. I start to work on that combination. Come on, hurry it up. He means business. Come on, hurry up and get the last of it in there. All right. Every bit of cash in the safe is in that sack. Good. That first man that tries to follow me gets his head blown. I see. From the description Dave gave me, I think the thief is the man I've been after for quite some time. Who's that? A man named Joe Farrell. He's wanted for a number of robberies. Farrell? Yes. In Melville, a man died as a result of a shooting scrape with him, so murders have been added to his record. Farrell. Joe Farrell. That name's familiar somehow. I can't seem to place it. Why Joe, Sergeant? I remember now. Well, of course. Several years ago, that man bought a strip of land from the bank. I didn't recognize him the other night. He's changed. He bought land in Seahorse? No. There's about six miles north of town. He'd cash for it. There was a well-built cabin on the property, as I remember it. He didn't dig her about the price at all. You handled the transaction? Yes. That's why I remember it now. Sergeant, maybe he's using that place as a hideout. It's off the main trail. I'll look at that place. You can't miss it. If you go up Edgewater Creek and turn right off the main trail, it's the first cabin you come to. Well, thanks very much for your help, Mr. Rabbit. Not at all, sir. I'll be glad to do anything I can. Good luck. A short time later, King and Sergeant Frustin were on the trail, heading toward the cabin Clinton Everett had mentioned. The malty in his dog covered ground rapidly. That must be the place ahead of his king. No smoke coming from the chimney, but these tracks look fresh. Now let's see, boy. Anybody in here? Been killed within the last hour. All right, buddy. Your cover. I'm up there in the loft. Your door can't reach me. So that's it, eh? I guess what's daylight through you if I have to. But I got another plan. I'm going to sit down on that table before I decide to shoot. There. Henry Barber, all you can? Yes. I'll walk to the middle of the room, keep your hands up. I'm coming down. Just so you don't get any ideas, malty, the excitement will be on you every minute. All right, sir, calling the cards now, but there's one thing you forgot. King! One point! One point! They were too late. He's gone. I should have dropped that dog when he walked in here with you. But he ain't going to do you any good, Frustin. Not for years, though. No. No. And with your eyes wide open, it was up to me I'd shoot you or your stand. There's nothing to stop you. You're holding the gun now. If all for me, you got something else to get out for you, Frustin. As soon as you get here, we'll get started on it. Then you're expecting someone else, I tell you. Yeah, yeah. A little surprise for you, malty. You can start counting a minute. But believe me, you ain't got many of them left. A good time later, the door of the cabin where Sergeant Frustin was being held prisoner opened. The banker himself, Cliff and Everett, walked in. He walked right in just like you said he would, Mr. Everett. Well, we'll need some light in here. Did you know you surprised? Not at all. When I realized this was a trap, it wasn't difficult to connect you with it. And maybe you can guess what's in store for you. I know that neither one of you can afford to let me live. Yes, that's too bad. I'll get the rope, Joe. There's one thing you overlooked. What? That window. It was broken when my dog jumped through it. Jumped through it? Joe, did you let that dog get away? I couldn't stop it, boss. He was out of here before I came in. I warned you about that dog. Bing went for help, Everett, and he'll be back here with it very soon. You're a fumbling idiot, I told you. I told you that dog was poisonous dropping before it could start any trouble. I couldn't do it until Preston was disarmed. You either got me or I got the dog. Well, never mind. Well, we've got to work fast. I'll hit him over the head. You tie his hands and feet. Preston, we're going to set fire to this cabin and leave you in it. You'll never get away with it, Everett. You won't be here to know whether we do or not. King arrived in Seahorse. He went directly to the office of the town constable. You two were never very far apart. You came from the outside. Now you're scratching the doors. If you want to get back out again. What's the idea, huh? I thought the sergeant taught you better manners, fella. Trying to sink your teeth into me like I was a hunger. Hey, wait a minute. Preston was coming here to been here by now. You want me to go with you, King? I should have known something was wrong. Wait. I'll get my mac and ball, my King. You let... Actively, King knew it was a cabin burning. A cabin he'd left a short time ago. The dog set an even faster pace for himself. His one thought was a terrible fear of his master's safety. He must reach him immediately. King never hesitated. The door to the cabin was closed and already flames were edging it, leaping hungrily with every second. But the window... The malamute jumped through the window, the same window through which he'd escaped. Smoke was suffocating. Momentarily, the dog dyes blurred. And in the fury of the fire, he stopped, trying to locate his master. Well, you'll have to leave me the door. That's all right, constable. Thanks to King. When the dog came in alone, I knew that there was something wrong. What happened? When Everett was working with Farrow, the bank robber I was trailing. I came out here and walked into a trap. They tied me up and set fire to the cabin. Oh, I've done murderous skunks. They ought to hang for this. We're going to see that they're bought the jail for it. And it's up to a miner's jury. Get the dog ready to travel, King. The cabin might too soon, Sergeant. Look at that. The whole thing's caved in. Well, if it hadn't been for King, I'd have been... Come on, constable. We've got a trail to follow. Sure, Sergeant. All right, fella? On King! On... King Joe Farrow, set by a campfire. Both men watch the glow of a burning cabin as it colored the dark northern sky. Yeah, I still wish we was where we could watch that cabin burn to the ground. Listen, it's safer this way. Soon as the glow dies out of the sky, we'll know there's nothing left for them. That's when we start back, huh? Yes. When we get back there, we'll start looking around. Just to make sure there's no sign of any rope in the room. By now, there ain't nothing left of the rope for a president either. Well, I'm not taking any chances. If another Monty would have browsed to those ruins and find evidences of sharp pieces of rope, that would blow the accident very sky high. Ah, there ain't another Monty in 300 miles of the place. You never know about Monty, but... Hey, it's like somebody mushing along the trail. Why, they must have just compacted the cabin. If any questions are asked, we just noticed that glow in the sky and we're about to start over. Hey. You see that lead dog coming? Free lead. I thought there was only one of those in the Yucca. Ah, I guess we're just a jittery. For a minute, I thought it might have ended up... Get out! It can't be! Presto! Get away from me! You hardly expected to see me again. Hey, are there any of these with two scums who are half the sergeant? That's right. The band goes on him, Constable. Yeah, Yucca, shall I fly with? Well, I guess you win, Preston. I never expected to see you again. The loot's on the sled, Constable. We'll start back to town immediately. Sure, sergeant. Both of you are under arrest. Yes, fella. Thanks to you, the case is closed. Copyrighted dramas originate in the studios of WXY's A Detroit. And all characters, names, places, and incident views are fictitious. 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