Challenge of the Yukon: Forgery and Murder

The challenge of the Yukon! The swiftness 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 modern 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 cafe was warm and crowded. Full of men who smelled strongly of the mixture of whiskey in tobacco. Men who'd come to the cafe to drink, swapped stories and to lose over a deck of cards, the gold they'd planned in the rich Yukon Creek beds.

Dirk Malone contrasted sharply with the heavy set prospectors who lined the bar. His eyes were close and narrow. His hands uncalice to look at him was to recognize a gambler. All right, so I've had a streak of bad luck.

Yeah, a long streak. Don't forget that Malone. That's ten thousand dollars you owe me. I'll pay it. You'll pay it. I'll see you that. I want it now. I don't have it now. Well, ain't that too bad.

I'll give you a week's time and no more. You'd have been better off if you stayed up with the Clay Five Mine with your old man instead of moving in the town. Me, P.L. Minor?

Tell me to make me laugh. And he'd had Drake my back swinging a pick. Well, that's why I left the place. How excitement. Kind of gold he's pulling out at. My line is stuck. Your sister Molly's got the right idea.