Challenge of the Yukon: King Spots Murder

The Challenge of the Yukon King the swiftest strongest of Eskimo lead dogs blazes the trail through storm and snow for Sergeant Preston as he meets the challenge are the Yukon Sergeant Preston was typical of the small band of Northwest Marvad police who preserved law and order in the Yukon during the Gold Rush of 98

That was the year that brought over 50,000 men swarming into the Klondike region, and the greed for gold led to frequent violence and bloodshed. But in spite of the odds against them, the force preserved a splendid record in preserving the right. The challenge of the North was answered, and justice, rule triumphant.

Sergeant Preston was breaking camp early one morning, the icy cold of the North chilling his face. Suddenly, as he turned from the fire, he noticed King. The dog seemed to be listening intently. His nose in the air, every muscle momentarily tense. In spite of himself, the Māori stood still, but the quiet of the Yukon seemed to him unbroken. It was then

that King, a strange savage growl in his throat, ran from the Māori toward a line of pine tree. King! He heard something I'm sure of it. But what? Well, there's only one way to find out.

Go after him. He stopped at him there. What is it, fella? What's wrong? I don't see. Well, so that's it. Looks like you chased someone out of here, King. Yes. Whoever it was, he's almost out of sight.

Why? Why would King standing over by the campfire? That man's retracing his tracks. He came up to here and then stopped. Mm-hmm. Then walked over and stood here. So he could see perfectly from here. And he must have been watching us when King sent something wrong.