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in getting my money from the States.

Say a thousand.

Say five hundred.

- You can't ask for better security.

- Here's your five.

Kinda foolish to trust a stranger

with a hunk of diamond like that.

Not at all, Mr McCord.

l can always tell an honest face.

- Yeah, but l'm goin' outta town.

- Makes no difference.

l'll be around when you get back.

- What is this, corn or whiskey?

- Just ask for what you want, mister.

$5,000, eh?

That crooked jeweller must have...

must have switched stones?

Well, l guess that...

guess that about makes us even.

- Not quite.

- Hm?

- l wonder what's happened to Billy.

- That kid?

He's probably tailing the dance-hall girls.

Sam! Sam, wait a minute.

Now, look. Here's your ticket.

And, uh... here's a letter to Jenny.

- lt's kind of personal.

- l won't look!

Well, you know how it is after three years.

And here's her picture. Look at that face.

Look at those eyes, look at that smile.

The best part's missing: the figure.

''Nature's masterpiece'', l call her.

l've been listening to this for three years.

- Pretty near wore out lookin' at it.

- Don't... don't bend it.

And you will tell her that l have to stay here,

and that l'm building the cabin?

- l'll tell her.

- l'm awful grateful, Sam.

You don't know what Jenny means to me.

All that gold in Alaska? Not worth

her little finger! You know how it is.

No, l never felt that way about a woman.

But l'll take your word for it.

Hey, mister! You for the Victoria Queen?

- Comin' right up.

- Shovin' off, sir.

Sam... Sam, my whole life's in your hands.

l'll deliver her to you, partner.

Christmas wrappings.

- You sure love that gal, don't ya?

- Yeah, l do.

More than... more than even you.

- Come on, mister!

- See you in a month.

l sure fooled you fellas, didn't l?

- Yeah.

- Am l gonna make a big splash in Seattle!

You're gonna make a big splash right here!

No!

Traitor! Everybody's trying

to save me from everything!

That'll cool him off!

Thank you, Sam! You should have

waited till you were further out!

Oh, you fool kid! What do l have to do,

put a chain around your neck?

Well, it ain't fair. l'll be an old man

before l learn the facts of life.

Sam McCord never did a crooked thing

in his life, and don't you forget it!

Hey, mister.

Mister?

Mister! What did that man

say about Sam McCord?

- Why? Have you got something to say too?

- Take it easy.

- l'm Sam's friend. l'm his partner.

- You are?

Well, what do you know!

This is a small world, isn't it?

My name's Frankie Canon.

Where is Sam? l heard he was in town.

- l've been looking all over for him.

- Sam's just left on a boat to Seattle.

My name's George Pratt.

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