Challenge of the Yukon: The Klondike Palace

The challenge of the Yukon. It's King, swiftest and strongestly dog of the North country, blazing the trail for Sergeant Preston, of the North West, moderate police, in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. Un-King! Un-U-H-E! Gold! Gold, discovered in the Yukon.

A stampede to the Klondike in the greedy race for riches. Now back to the days of the Gold Rush, when Sergeant Preston and his Wonder Dog King battle through storm and snow to preserve blind order as they met the challenge of the Yukon.

Anne Gordon hesitated for a moment before emptying the Klondike Palace, a gaudy cafe in Dawson City. It looked bleak and ugly in the daylight and as she opened the door she could smell the distasteful odor of spilled beer and stale tobacco smoke.

She took a deep breath and resolutely entered. The place was empty except for an old man who was sweeping the floor that was littered with tobacco, ashes, and broken glasses. He stopped his work and looked at her curiously.

Good morning. Howdy, Miss. Uh, you're the owner of the Klondike Palace? Me, the owner? That's a good one. Heck no, Miss. I'm just a sweeper upper. Oh. Well, who is the owner? Chris James. Is Mr. James here?

Yeah, he's back there in his office. You want to see him about some? Yes. I'm looking for a job. A job? You sure you're in the right place, ma'am? They do have girls working here, don't they?

Yeah, they do, but you don't seem to be. You mean you think Mr. James wouldn't hire me? No, no, it didn't mean that. It's just that, well, you're pretty young, ain't you? I'm 19. Ever been in here after dark. No, no, I never have. Well, can't exactly like a prayer meeting. I didn't suppose it would be. Oh, I must have a job. And see, we'll go