North to Alaska Page #9

Boy, does he love you!

- Sam!

- Hey! Don't chase him.

He'll come back.

Well, what were they doin', Sam?

Oh, shut up!

Sam! The soldiers are comin'.

McCord-Pratt mine? l want to see the owners.

- l'm Sam McCord.

- The district of Nome is under martial law.

Your claim has been cross-filed and will be

under guard until the dispute is settled.

There'll be no violence.

Operations will cease immediately.

Well, you've come just in time, soldier boy.

There's no disputes here.

l'm takin' my share and pullin' out!

Hey, Sam!

Two men!

- No, you don't, mister! Put that gold back!

- The hell l will!

- All right, take his gun.

- You can have the mine,

- but a third of this gold...

- All the gold is impounded,

to be held until this thing is settled.

But you're under arrest, McCord.

l warned you, no violence.

Sam, everything's gonna be all right.

Just keep your head.

Keep yours, or what's left of it! And keep the

mine! And keep her! And keep away from me!

Why, you pig-headed baboon!

Wait. l have something to say to my partner.

You're a knucklehead!

Now, won't you listen

to somebody about something?

Save your breath! You've been

ajinx to me ever since l met you!

l've had it! Get me outta here!

Jail me!

Michelle?

Excuse me. When are you

going back to town?

Just as soon as we load up

with whatever's being impounded.

- Could you take me along?

- Why, sure, ma'am. Be glad to.

- Thank you. l'll be right back.

- Yes, ma'am.

Mr McCord witnessed the weighing of

his gold, but he won't sign the receipts.

l'm not signing anything.

The hell with the hearing.

Let George Pratt fight for the mine.

All l want is my share and to get outta here.

Take off your hat, Mr McCord.

Mr Commissioner, my name's Duggan.

l'll sign my copy, sir.

ls this the fella that cross-filed on me?

He jumped Arnie's mine.

- You're a lousy...!

- That's enough, Mr McCord. That's enough!

Mr Duggan has no lien on your property.

He's only here to represent

a Mr, uh... Peter Boggs.

Peter Boggs? Who's he?

He's the trapper that built the cabin

on the site of your mine. He cross-filed.

Let me talk to him.

Why didn't he show up himself?

That won't be necessary, so long as

Mr Duggan is here to represent him.

- Am l through, Mr Commissioner?

- Yes.

You'll be notified about the hearing.

Thank you, sir.

- When is this hearing?

- ln about two months.

Two months?

lf you're interested in your share,

you'll sign here.

l'll sign.

Let this office get about its business. Yours

is not the only case we have to settle here.

l'm gonna help you settle mine.

Just a minute!

You forgot something.

Next case!

Porter! Get the lady's bags out of the back

and take them inside, please.

Mister? ls that the Seattle boat?

- Yes, ma'am.

- But it's back early.

Yes, ma'am. She had to turn back

from Kotzebue on account of the ice.

- Good luck, ma'am.

- Well, thank you.

Michelle. Michelle!

- Oh, Billy!

- Come here.

l wanna talk to you. Come here.

- What are you doing here?

- l followed you, Michelle. l...

Listen, l've caused enough trouble.

Please go away.

You haven't caused any trouble.

lt was Sam and George!

l can't get my share

of the gold right away, but...

l'll find a way to take care of ya.

l can get ajob.

Billy... you are a nice boy.

- Aw, it's no fair sayin' that.

- And l was almost a nice girl.

Now, please go back to the mine.

Everything is gonna be all right.

Please.

Well, Miss Bonnet.

You didn't leave us for long.

No. l'm taking the boat back to Seattle.

- Do you know when l can go aboard?

- Passengers can't load till midnight, ma'am.

Well, do you mind if l wait here until l...?

That won't be necessary. Mr Canon

expected you. He kept your suite.

- Expected me?

- Yes. l'll show you to your room. This way.

Please?

Won't be a minute, sir.

Neither will l.

- What the...?

- Where's Pete Boggs?

- Let me go!

- Boggs. Where is he?

- l don't know!

- Maybe this'll refresh your memory.

- Boggs.

- l don't know!

- Boggs.

- l don't know!

- Boggs!

- He's the porter!

He's the porter at Frankie Canon's casino!

Take over.

l'm sorry, mister.

Accidents will happen.

Who is it?

Welcome back, Angel.

l'm sorry, Frankie. Please go away.

l know how you feel. lt isn't every day

a girl loses a gold mine.

- May l come in?

- lt's your hotel.

- You look unhappy.

- l have a headache.

That's a natural reaction from

pickin' a loser.

We all make mistakes. Look,

l didn't come to talk personalities.

Just business. Are we partners?

No. l'm taking the boat

back to Seattle tonight.

l don't get it. Back to where? The Hen House?

Just because Sam McCord's a bum

and you lost a gold mine,

you don't have to leave Alaska.

You've got brains.

- You can have me, and money too.

- l don't want your money.

- Just me.

- No.

l don't want you either.

- That's... that's madness.

- Could be.

You see, l'm running out of Alaska

for the same reason l came.

Because l'm stupid.

Because l want to go on kidding myself

that l am... different.

That's all.

Now, please go, and leave me alone.

Yeah, well, you're just tired and upset.

This is no time to decide anything.

Maybe we'll have dinner.

lt's a better time to talk.

Sure. l'll pick you up at eight o'clock.

And, uh... look real pretty.

Eight o'clock.

- Frankie?

- Well, that was a quick decision.

How long have you been

holding this room for me?

Since the day before yesterday, Angel.

How did you know two days ago

that Sam was broke?

l heard a rumour around town

that the mine was impounded.

- Was it?

- Yes.

Well, you know l'd be lying

if l said l was sorry.

l'll see you at eight.

Mister? Where's the porter?

- l asked you where's the porter?

- Out back there, of course.

- Where'd you expect to find him?

- Thank you.

Glad to meet you, Bog...

- Billy!

- l haven't got her, Sam, honest.

- What are you doing here?

- Cleaning the gaboons. l'm the new janitor.

- Where's the old one? Boggs.

- l don't know. They told me he struck it rich.

Yeah, well, he did strike it rich.

He's the one that cross-filed on us.

Frankie oughta know where he is.

Sam, wait for me! l'm still a partner.

- Do you know which room is Frankie's?

- lt's up and around, and the suite in front.

Who's there? Who is it?

- That... that... that sounds like...

- Yeah!

Sorry to intrude in this fashion.

- Well, l have nothing to say to you.

- Or me.

l'm here on a louse hunt.

Come on out, Frankie.

Gosh, Michelle. l didn't think you'd be here.

Well, what did you think, kid?

That she'd leave us

and join the Salvation Army?

Let's go find dear Frankie.

Listen to me! Listen to this.

And it's not for you. lt's for Billy and George.

Frankie knew the mine would be impounded

- even before the soldiers started up there.

- What? How?

Well, you're so smart,

figure it out for yourself.

Now, go on and leave me alone.

Well, don'tjust stand there. Go find Frankie.

- Me?

- Beat it!

l wanna thank you very kindly

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