Challenge of the Yukon: Silvertip

The challenge of the Yukon. Boop boop boop, boop boop boop. It's King, swiftest and strongest lead dog of the North country, blazing the trail for Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Model Police. In his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers- Unkink! Unkink! Unkink! Unkink!

Unkink! Unkink! Unkink! Gold, gold! Discovered in the Yukon. A stampede to the phthondite in the greedy race for riches. Now back to the days of the Gold Rush, when Sargent Preston and his wonder dog King battled through storm and snow to preserve wand order as they met the challenge of the Yukon.

Sargent Preston was stationed temporarily in the town of Moose Crossing during the spring of 1899. The rivers and creeks had shed their heavy coats of ice and tumbled merrily over the rocks. A bright moon lighted up the forest around the cabin where the Monty's sat alone with his big dog king decided. Suddenly, King raised his head and the wine of sound a deep in his

throat. Sergeant Preston put down the book he was reading and turned toward him. What's the matter, fella? Here's something. What do you want, boy? Where are you falling at my arm? Oh, quiet, King. I hear a tool. That's only a wolf. Husky bang at the moon.

That's not bothering you, is it, fella? All right, boy. I'll let you out. Why not king? The moutier yawned and laid down on his cut. Yet had a strenuous day and in a few minutes he had fallen into a sound, dreamless sleep.

When next he awakened the early light of dawn came through the small window of a cabin, paling the light of the lantern on the table. The moutier sat up quickly. King. King? Oh, now I remember he must be outside.