White Fang Page #4

[Whimpering]

- Jack?

- Alex, help!

- Jack?

- Alex, Alex!

Hey, buddy.

- Are you all right?

- [Sigh]

The sky never looked so blue.

- No, it can't be.

- What?

Holy mackerel!

We're rich. Aren't we?

- It's like we dreamed.

- It's gold, all right.

If the quality is bad,

it won't be worth much.

No sense getting crazy...

just yet.

You're sure you don't want

to take him with you?

No. There'll be

too many people.

Okay. Bye-bye.

[Whimpering]

[Alex] Don't get caught up

in anything there.

Just get in, get it tested,

and get back here.

As soon as I can.

What are you

going to do without me?

I'll yell at the wolf.

I guess he's coming with me.

I'll pick up a new window.

How you doing?

I'd like to have this tested.

I'm on claim #7,

right below discovery

on Blue Creek.

[Assayer] I assume you want to

deposit this with our bank.

- [Growling]

- Yes. You assume correct.

What is it, huh?

I hope he's been fed.

Here it is.

Fee and deposit.

Paid for by Scott Conroy

in his name and his son's.

- You Jack Conroy?

- Yeah, that's me.

I'd also like you

to add Alex...

- Alexander Larson's name.

- It's your gold.

[Belinda]

He's completely recovered.

We got to get going.

- You just got here.

- We've got things to do.

- Don't forget what you came for.

- Oh, right.

- Come on, White Fang.

- Take care. Be careful.

- I will. Bye-bye.

- Come on.

- What did they say?

- Who?

The assayer, who else?

What's wrong with you?

Well, read for yourself.

"The...

qual... ity...

of gold found at the claim...

of Jack Conroy and Alexander... "

"Larson, tested and weighed...

by the assayer at Klondike City

on the 11 th of August, 1898,

is found to be 98% pure. "

We're rich.

We are rich!

Very rich.

That's what the guy says.

He says we are filthy,

stinkin' rich!

[Chuckling]

While you were gone,

I did some thinking.

I'd like you to come back

with us to San Francisco...

to be part owner of our hotel.

What do you think?

I think it sounds

like a good idea.

I'll name it after your father,

the Royal Scott Hotel.

To your father.

Good friend.

Dream on, boys.

[Footsteps]

There's something on the roof.

You must have been followed.

- I was careful, Alex. I did what you...

- [Gunshots]

White Fang, get under here.

Come on!

They stuffed the pipe!

Stay down!

Put this over your head.

It will help you breathe.

They can't stay in there

much longer.

Hold your fire

till they come out.

Maybe they're dead.

## [Mouth Harp]

That's "Coming 'Round

The Mountain," ain't it?

I hate that song.

That'll keep them guessing.

They ain't takin' the hint.

Let's move in.

Get in there, Tinker.

Well, earn your keep!

Get him off!

Get him off of me!

Hey!

Easy, easy, easy.

Easy, easy.

[Miner]

Well, will you look at this now.

- Go get us the Mounties, would ya?

- Yes, sir!

Come on, everybody.

Free drinks.

- Come on in.

- Free drinks?

[Heather]

Free drinks on Alex Larson.

Don't ask me twice.

- Come on! Here we go!

- Don't shove now!

If we are going to catch

that boat in Skagway,

we've got to leave soon.

You know you can't

take him with you.

He'd be miserable

in the city.

He has to run free.

That's his magic.

He thinks you are a wolf.

[Sigh]

Come here. All right.

Take care of yourself,

all right?

All right, go on.

You're free. Go on.

Go on. Get outta here!

Listen to me. Go, go!

Go!

Go.

Go on! Go!

Listen to me. Go!

- [Whine]

- Get outta here. Go!

Go on!

- [Whine]

- Get outta here.

[Whining]

Go on!

Oh, here he is, Alex.

Where's the wolf?

I let him go.

Bye, Heather.

- Don't let them get away with anything.

- I won't.

[Boat Whistle]

I can't believe

this is actually happening.

Alex, I gotta tell you something.

I can't leave.

Not yet.

I'm going to go back to the claim.

Miss Casey.

So long.

Your father

would be proud of you.

- I'll keep an eye on your gold for you.

- You better.

- And leave a room open for me.

- I have to.

You're part owner.

[Whistle]

[Thunder]

White Fang!

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