 The challenge of the Yukon. On King! On you, Mario! The Wunderdog 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 Mountain Police, who preserved law and order in the new Northwest country, with a greed for wealth and power, led to frequent violence and bloodshed. But in spite of the odds against them, Sergeant Preston and his Wunderdog King met that challenge, and justice ruled triumphant. It was in this way that suave, smooth-voiced Jules Dupré had created a killer. Let other and weaker men carry firearms. Jules Dupré is scorned a gun. He placed his trust in the powerful jaws and slashing fangs of Lobo. The husky he had trained for murdered. It was late in the afternoon when Sergeant Preston swung off the trail to Moosehead, and stopped at Bob Regan's hard rock gold crane. Oh, Mario Mellon! What do you want? Isn't this Bob Regan's cabin? It used to be. It belongs to me and my partner now. You men bought his claim? Didn't have to buy it. Regan left and we moved in. As simple as that. Ever hear of the territorial mining law? Yes, I have. The 19th article of that law reads this way. A claim shall be deemed abandoned and open to entry and occupation by any person. When the same shall remain unworked for a period of 72 hours. Who are you? I'm Bart Criss. You don't believe us? Check the record at the land office. Maybe I will. Come on, King. Why would Bob Regan deserve a claim as playing out like this one does? Doesn't make sense, does it, King? On King! On your feet! Meanwhile, on the main street of Moosehead in front of the El Otto Saloon, a very pretty but distraught young girl plated with a boy named Regan. Please don't do it, Bob. You mustn't do it. Why not? Because I'm afraid. And because it's a crime to deliberately try to kill someone. What do you think Jules duPraise claim jumpers were trying to do to me last week? I know, but... Oh, Bob, that's something for the law to handle. I've got all the law I need. Right here in my pocket. A coat 45. Smell it, Lobo. There's nothing to be... Ah, I see. It's poor Mr. Regan, the gold miner who ran away. I've been looking for you, Jules duPraise. Have a drink, Regan. Treats on me. Well, bye, Keith. Some brandy for Regan. All I want from you is the pleasure of putting a 45 slug into your crooked, thieving carcass. I don't like that kind of talk. How long do you think you can go stealing gold claims? That'll not reach for that gun. Guns are dangerous. Sure, and I'm gonna... Take him, Lobo. Jokes, we're about to break his throat. Don't walk, Jules. Why did you tackle trying to kill me? Oh, I can't drop these guns. Cut off the mark. I stay back all of you. I don't bargain on private rights, but this is murder. Somebody hand me a chair. I'll stop that bullfight. Why do you...? Well, one of them's dead, Jules. Regan, kill out Cole. What do we do with him? Outside. Throw him outside. Lobo can finish the job out there. Don't worry, boy. You can handle Mr. Regan all alone. I said throw him out. Yeah, yeah. Give me a hand, Monk. Jules got some unfinished business. He's dead. Take him, Lobo. Who owns that dog? Call him off or I'll shoot. Make a mistake with that gun, Sergeant. After him, King? No, no, wait, wait. Lobo! That husky over there, does he belong to you? Lobo's a pet, Sergeant. A loyal friend. I'll check your story later after I find some place to take Bob Regan. My cabin is just beyond the next street. We can take him there. Good. I'll carry Bob. You show me where it is. Twice some more hot soup, Bob. You don't leave that bandage on the side of your head. Thanks, Ruth. Well, Regan, are you feeling better? Sure. A little rocky, but I'll be all right. Good. Can you tell me what started all this? I stopped at your claim this afternoon. Thoughts about you? We could go yesterday. I was just coming out of the mainshaft of my mind. Well, I was slugging from behind. When I woke up, I was on the other side of Bear Ridge. Four days from here. I see. And when you returned, Bart Kress had claimed your mind because it had been deserted for 72 hours. Right. The worst part of it is, I can't prove anything. It's your due praise and the clear. Maybe. All you can prove he's done is sick that husky of his army. He's got witnesses to prove that that wasn't self-defense. Hmm. Come on, King. Hello, Dupre. Well, good evening, Sergeant. Can I buy you a drink? No, thanks. Quiet, Lobo. Quiet. Your dog? Raised him from a puppy. North Coast Husky. From the way he went for Bob Regan's thought this afternoon, I'd say there was more wolf there than husky. Nature gave Lobo shit teeth. There's only means of self-defense. Yours too, from what I hear. You don't carry a gun, do you? A man has no use for firearms, Sergeant. Or for alibi. What do you mean? Nothing. By the way, I saw a friend of yours today. Friend? Bart Kress. He seems to be doing pretty well on Bob Regan's old gold claim. Yeah, so I've heard. He was in very good humor. Probably struck a rich vein of ore. Perhaps. It's a good thing both partners are right there on the spot. They don't have to trust anyone. Mind gold is a hard thing to trace. I... So I've heard. Well, I'm going over to my cabin and get some sleep. See you tomorrow, Jules. Any time, Sergeant. Tell Lobo not now. Monk, come in. Yeah, Jules? Pitch up your dog team. We're heading to the mine that Bart pulled them down. This time of night? What's the idea? I don't know. That red coat may be telling the truth and he may not. I'm gonna find out. But Jules... I said, Pitch up the team now. Oh, sure, Jules. Right away. Ruth, you can help us. I'll do whatever you say, Sergeant. What do we do? You and I will wait right here for a while. But you said... Ruth, you take my dog team and sled. You can handle them easily with King's Orb. Why do you want me to go? Deliver a message to all of the men who've taken over the mines that Bart mentioned this afternoon. It shouldn't take you long. They don't live very far from here. What's the message? Tell them Duke Prey wants to see every one of them tonight at Bob Regan's mine. The claim, Jules. Kevin's right over there. I guess Bart will soon find out. Come on, Lobo. Jules and Monk. Come in, Monk. Close the door. I didn't expect you to. That's exactly the reason I'm here. What do you mean? Didn't you tell me there wasn't my color in this claim? Well, there ain't. You might develop later on. Nothing big you've been keeping to yourself, huh? What did you get that idea? From a man named Sergeant Press. He was here this afternoon. I know all about it. Now we'll go over to the mine. I want to see for myself. Jules, you don't think that I would. I'll tell you later what I think. Let's go to the mine. Come on, Lobo. There are four or five men headed for the mine. Jules must have delivered the message on me. Yeah. They're part of Ducre's crew. They're where he is. Inside the mine was Bart Crass, if my guess is right. I still don't see how you're gonna... Look. Here's Ruth. Oh, King! Oh, God! Oh, God! Hello there, King. How are you, fella? Sergeant Preston. I gave all of them that message. I don't know whether or not they believe me. Well, it worked. Bob and I just saw the message. What do we do now, Sergeant? Do you and Ruth wait here? If your mind is laid out the way you described it, King and I can handle a job. You mean that cross-drift that leads off the main shaft? Yeah. Are you sure it's outside the claim? That's what the land office said when I originally filed on it. Good. Come on, King. Wait. Can I help you some way? Come up when you get my signal. Ready, King? Let's go, boy. See, Jules? This digging hasn't been touched in weeks. Maybe. I wouldn't double-cross you, Jules. You must be local to think. Hey, boss. Somebody's coming to watch me. My mobile. Who are we? It's Joe. Where's he? No slave. Hey, what's this? What are all of you doing here? We're doing here. We got your message. What message? Didn't you send some girl to tell us to come here? No, you... Who'd you leave on the claims you're supposed to be watching? Well, none of us can be two places at once, Jules. The claims are all right. They won't run away. Ah, you fool. That didn't send any message. Put them... What, I mean a girl's... Some kind of a trick. Well, what's in your life to pray you're right? The mountain. What is it? Just keep on walking all of them. There's a cross-grip to your left that's much larger. You'll have plenty of room to talk. Move! No, look, no, not yet. Yeah, the sergeant's right, boy. We need more room. This is far enough. Yeah, listen. There's nothing in the law that says our mountain can herd minors around like... like a pack of dogs. And you know the law, don't you, boy? Enough to call our hight. You know the law, don't you, boy? Maybe our red-coated friend here has a reason for his action. Getting this many claim-jumpers in one spot is the reason for nothing. Claim-jumpers? That's a lie. How about it, Jules? Why ask me? Because these men work for you. You're behind the whole thing. We've done nothing wrong. Every claim's been filed on legal and proper. I know. It can't be proved. So I decided to do it. I'm going to do it. I'm going to do it. I'm going to do it. I'm going to do it. So I decided to arrange for the rightful owners to repress what's really theirs. What do you mean? You'll all stay here for 72 hours so you'll lose title to what didn't belong to you in the first place. Why, you can't go ahead. I'll break it and I'll guard the entrance. We'll supply you with food and water. You framed a slick stuntman, Abbey. But you outsmarted yourself. Is that so? Yeah. You can't keep peating me off this claim. The one that used to belong to Regan. Where we're standing right now and where you'll stay for the next three days isn't part of the mine. That's why we walked into this cross-shat. Well, boy, let's be double-crossing. Full of gunfight. He'll come here and that'll give Lobo a clear feed. Oh, no. That man can shoot me. He's watching us. All of it. I said pull your gun so we'll pull his. No, Chewes. And give me your gun. I'll show you what you're doing. Lobo's watching you. I'll show you. No, not me, Lobo. No! The Husky King taking. No! No more, boy. Lobo tried to kill me. Don't blame your dog, Dupre. He was only following orders. If King hadn't been here, he would have killed you. He'd have killed you. Bob, Bob Rigen. What happened? A dog fight? Two would-be killers. It's all over now. You and I have a job ahead of us the next three days. King, your job's done. Yes, boy, thanks to you, the case is closed. These copyrighted dramas originate in the studios of WXYZ, Detroit. 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