North to Alaska Page #8

- l misunderstood. l couldn't stay mad at you.

- Thanks.

- l saw red for a minute. You know how it is.

- Sure.

Every cloud has a silver lining, Sam,

except this one has a pink one,

just like those fancy pink bloomers

you gave to Michelle, huh?

Well, the wagon's unloaded.

l'll take her on into town.

Oh, there's no need to do that.

You can leave Michelle right here.

- Why?

- Now that we understand each other,

just give things a chance to work out.

- Work out? What? Where?

- Here.

- With Angel?

- l like the French name better. Michelle.

- Mon chou Michelle.

- That's pretty.

- lsn't it?

- Bite it off!

- George, you're makin' a mistake.

- You brought her here for me.

l may as well have a go at it. And besides,

a man can't pine for a lost love for ever.

But you haven't pined for a lost love

for even two hours!

You know, Sam, it's amazing

the way she reminds me of Jenny.

Before you make a fool out of yourself,

l'd better explain some things to you.

The Hen House? She told me, Sam.

This girl is square, Sam! She's straight-out!

l like this girl! Oh, Michelle.

Mon chou, mon chou.

- See what l mean? He's goofy.

- l'm not so goofy.

lt's been a long, cold winter, and she is like a

breath of spring comin' through the window.

lt may be true about that Hen House,

but Angel isn't like those other girls.

- You can say that again, partner!

- What l'm tryin' to say is,

you can't charge her like

a bull moose chargin' for his mate!

Thanks for the advice, partner. l'll hold

the cards close and play 'em neat, right?

Mon chou, mon chou, mon...

Oh, l love that French!

Mon chou, my...

Now see what you did.

Well, what did l did?

You got poor Michelle so mixed up

she don't know what she's doin'.

And now George is in there with my girl!

Ohhh...!

May l come in?

Of course. l'll be ready

in a moment, Mr Pratt.

Hey, let me give you a hand with that, huh?

Oh, it's a handsome bed,

and soft.

- She would have loved it, l know.

- Well, l'm glad you like it so much.

- Uh, Miss Bonnet?

- Well, l'm... l'm ready.

You don't have to go.

l mean, you could stay here.

Oh, l'm sure there'll be some place in town

where l can wait for the ship.

l mean you can stay here... permanent.

- Permanent?

- Permanent.

And be... be your girl?

Oh, yes, ma'am!

No, thank you, Mr Pratt.

- Huh?

- No, thank you.

But... that's why you came here, isn't it?

No, l didn't.

Not to be your girl or...

anybody's girl ever again.

Not here, or in The Hen House,

or anyplace else.

- No?

- No.

Oh.

Well, l'm not one to beg.

- Well, l can see that.

- You can?

Oh. Sam...

ls he gonna give me the horse laugh!

He's gonna open his big mouth

and laugh me out of the territory!

ls that all l am - a game for you and Sam?

Oh, no, ma'am! Not for me. No, no, no.

- You're not a game for me.

- But l am a game for Sam.

Well... you know Sam and women.

Yeah... l understand.

Will you please take me into town?

l'd rather not go with Sam.

Sure. lt'll kinda save my face, won't it?

- Can we go now?

- Yes, certainly.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Wait a minute.

Aren't you forgetting these things?

Well... l... l don't want them.

Why not?

Well, they... they're too rich,

and too nice, and...

- And Sam gave them to you, huh?

- Oh, shall we go now?

- Wait a minute.

- l'd rather not wait.

You shut up and let me think.

That's it! You're in love with Sam!

- Oh, no! No, l'm not!

- Oh, yes, you are!

You know, l've got a funny notion.

Sam's been acting mighty peculiar.

Tell me, how does he treat you?

Well, uh... nice...

as if l were... well, nice.

Uh... Did he ever stuff money

down the front of you?

No? Did he ever try and smack you... uh...?

- No.

- ln Seattle, or on the boat,

- did you and Sam...?

- No!

No? Oh, that's not like Sam!

No, indeedy!

You give me those. Now, you sit down there,

and we'll stick this out

and sort of see what happens.

What are you lookin' at? Stop snoopin'!

l was just wonderin'

when they were comin' out to eat.

- Sam, how long they been over there?

- An hour and 28 minutes.

Well, l'm hungry.

Look out, here l come.

He'll hear that. What have you got?

- ''Chicka-Chickadee.''

- ''Chicka-Chick...''?

We've gotta get something that'll really...

Here it is. Here it is!

- You want somethin' to eat?

- Well, what for?

For your stomach, that's what for!

Turn it over, Sam. The other edge cuts.

Sam! The stove's cold.

Well, if that's the way you feel about it,

cook your own food!

- Sam?

- Yes, Billy?

- How do you feel when you're jealous?

- Well, how should l know?

- Well, l'm jealous.

- Ohhh...!

Where's that whiskey?

Sam, do you think George is keepin' her

over there, you know, against her will?

Oh, sure. You can hear her

screamin' for help, can't ya?

- l just don't understand Michelle.

- One thing you gotta learn about women:

they're all liars.

And if they ain't liars, they're worse,

layin' for you with wedding music.

Take that little dame from Oregon.

All l was doin' was tyin' her shoelaces,

and she starts beatin' me

over the head with a preacher!

Or that little thing from Minnesota,

who tried to marry me while l was

so drunk l didn't know what l was doin'.

lf it hadn't been for the parson's mercy,

l'd have been hooked good. For good!

You just can't trust women,

no matter how honest they act.

They all wanna be wives.

- Oh, but Michelle, she's...

- Michelle, Michelle!

Chou, cabbage - they're all alike!

- l'm gonna take a bath!

- But you just got cleaned up.

Mind your own business!

Oh, this is gonna kill him!

Oh, poor old Sam.

- Ouch! What are you doin' here?

- What are you doin' here?

- l love you

- l was lookin' for my soap.

- Let's you and l sing a duet.

- Sing?

One, two, three...

Oh, no, George. lt's not going to work.

Sam doesn't care about me. lt's that simple.

Oh, come on, now. Don't give up.

Have a little patience, mon chou, huh?

Well, l'm sick and tired of both of 'em.

Come on, Billy.

Let's ignore 'em.

Wait a minute. l got an idea.

l'm gonna do a little reconnoitring.

- Would you like some?

- No.

Da-di-da-da doo-doo

l love you, l love you

Sam! George is comin'!

Di-di-di di-di

Da di-di-da

- George, l'm so nervous.

- Oh, it won't be long now.

He's in his silent period.

l saw him once like this before, when

somebody'd stolen his favourite horse.

- Sam? You look kinda green.

- l love you, l love you...

You got an upset stomach, maybe?

Sam?

Well, maybe l oughta

get you some baking soda.

The time's just about right. Laugh.

- What?

- Laugh as loud as you can.

- But... l don't feel like laughing.

- You don't feel...?

- No.

- But he... Oh!

- Are you ticklish?

- No.

Oh, what a marriage

she's gonna have!

Timber!

- What's that?

- lt's Sam.

You stay there.

When he lets out that war whoop,

the Lord only knows what's gonna happen!

l love you, l love you, l love you

l was only saving the door, Sam.

- Hussy! French floozy!

- Oh, Sam, don't be a poor loser.

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