Challenge of the Yukon: The Fraud

The challenge of the Yukon! It's king, swiftest and strongest lead dog of the North Country, blazing the trail for Sargent Preston of the Northwest Mounted Police in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. Gold. Gold, discovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the Klondyke in the greedy race for riches.

Now back to the days of the Gold Rush, When Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog King battled through storm and snow to preserve law and order as they met the challenge of the Yukon. The crowded cafe in the Gold Strike Hotel in Selkirk was a setting for a strange scene one November evening.

Old Pat O'Hara was collecting for a mission. As the general Irishman went from table to table, the hatty held before him and got heavier and heavier, as the men through partially fell pokes of gold dust into it.

Come on now, Timo-Mally. You'll never get it to heaven if you don't do better than this. I swear, Pat, I lost every other sin I had playing Pharaoh. I'll give you more when I get it, that ain't premature.

Alright, and don't think I'd be forgetting. And you've been hanging it. You're a big winner at poker tonight. That's right, Pat. Thank you, Ben. This will make St. Peter's smile. I'm telling you. And you, Sandy. Surely you brought in lots of gold from that rich claim yours?

I guess maybe you ought to forget. I'm a good Presbyterian, Pat. Any contributing, I'll be doing. We'll be going back to Scotland for mission at a work in Africa. Children don't you care what happens to people right here in the Yukon?

The Indians here are needing much more than your Africans. That's again the pretzels to get another Kirk than we are. And what difference does it make? Which path to Heaven you take? The good lord will open the gate as a wight.