Challenge of the Yukon: Rusty

The challenge of the Yukon. It's King, swiftness and strong asleep dog of the North Country, blazing the trail for Sergeant Preston, of the North West Motite Police, in his relentless pursuit of lawbreakers. Gold discovered in the Yukon, a stampede to the Klondike in the greedy race for riches.

Back to the days of the Gold Rush, when Sergeant Preston and his wonder dog King battled through storm and snow to preserve one order, as they met the challenge of the Yukon. As the Balenzo Belle chugged up the Yukon River toward Dawson City, three men sat at a table in the cabin playing poker.

Chris Roark, a dark, heavy-set man, grinned broadly as he racked in a sack of chips. Look, if this is my lucky night. Oh, you're too good for me, Chris. If I want to have anything left for a grub steak, I'd better quit.

Don't quit yet, Charlie. This look can't last all night. Just about hers. Ooh. Gosh, I didn't realize how late it was. I can't get used to daylight at this time of night up here in the North Country.

I'd better get to bed. Oh, now, come on, Charlie. Try one more hand anyway. No. I can't lose any more money. Anyway, I have to walk my dog around the deck before I go to bed.

He's been shut in the cabin too long. I hate dogs. I don't see why you'd be bothered bringing a red setter up here. If you ever saw him hunt, you wouldn't ask that. All dogs are good for us pulling a sled.

They won't do that unless you feed him over the sled. Yes, I'd better leave before we get into an argument about dogs. I like them too well. Good night, boys. Good night. Good night. Well, you're not quitting yet, are you, Sam?