Challenge of the Yukon: Lucky Walters

The challenge of the Yukon A king! A new husky! 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 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 maintaining the right. The challenge of the North was answered, and justice ruled triumphant. The sweating bartender 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 probabilized,

picked with rockers laughter and heavy voices of miners just in from the creek beds. At 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, why do you use your luck, Enistir? Ain't many men strikein' rich so soon? I've been lucky all my life. Heh heh. 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. Hey, my... Hell, so long, old man. Yeah, uh, uh... Reds, pick me up another one, will ya? Yeah, l'll l find you here, lis.