Challenge of the Yukon: Revenge in the Yukon

The challenge of the Yukon Oh kidding Oh you have to keep King the 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-modded police Who preserved law and order in the Yukon during a 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 maintaining the right.

The challenge of the North was answered, and justice ruled triumphant. The sweating bar tender at the Black Crow Cafe worked hurriedly, filling and refilling glasses for the men shouting at him from all sides. The room was warm and probably picked with rockers laughter and the heavy voices of miners just in from the creek beds. The far end of

the bar, Les Peterson, stood talking to a tall thin man dressed as a prospector, a man you'd notice in any crowd. The left side of his face was marked with a jagged scar that distorted his features, giving him an unpleasant, sneering expression.

Hey, you have my new friend Mr. Aint many men strike at rich so soon. I've been lucky all my life. Friends used to call me Lucky Wally. Not to the claim sometimes. Yeah, I'll do that.

Only time I see a white man to talk to is when I come in here. And so on. Yeah, yeah. Red, pick me up another one, will ya? Yeah, I know that. I find you here less.