The Spoilers Page #3

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You mean to say I ain't dyin'?

- I'm afraid not. - Oang nab it!

Just when a fella thinks

he's got shed of his troubles

That's the nearest I ever come

to owning a mine - Shut up!

We gotta get her back first!

Take him over to our tent, Banty.

- Come on, ya disappointed corpse!

Oidn't scare ya, did it?

- Oo these things happen often here?

Once a day at most. - Lucky for Simms

you happened along. - Yeah

You're a stranger here. - Not exactly.

McNamara. gold Commissioner.

How are ya?

I'm glennister. The Midas.

Oh, Miss Chester.

- How do you do, Mr McNamara?

Miss Chester is Judge Stillman's

niece. - glad to know he's arrived.

You know him?

- By reputation.

Well, it's a small town. We'll bump

into each other again. - Sure.

Probably at the Northern.

I'll show you the room. This'll have

to do till we get something better.

There's the bowl and pitcher.

If there's anything else, just ask.

I don't suppose Mr glennister brung

you up from Seattle for nothing.

If you're thinkin' about marriage,

I'd let you have my room for a week.

It's very much more comfortable.

It'll be a shame to disappoint

a nice old lady, won't it?

She'll get over it.

- But will I?

Oh, it sounds terrible. I feel like

a designing woman. What'll I do?

The world is full of so much better

material. Why me?

Who knows? Could say the same thing

to you. Why Cherry Malotte?

But it just happens to be that way.

You're not annoyed?

- If I am, it's not hard to take.

If I have to compete with someone,

you might let me start on even terms.

Is that what you mean?

- Partly. No more?

Right now would be a good time

for somebody to knock at that door.

Yes? - One of the boys

is coming with your luggage.

I didn't come in

at the wrong time, did I?

You couldn't have timed it better.

I'll see you later. - goodbye, Roy.

I guess a lot of girls would envy you.

Mr glennister's a real man.

I'm beginning to think he is.

Miss Cherry, you sure the kind of

medicine good for what ails a man!

All we need then is the man, eh?

If you's referring to me, Miss Cherry,

this country lacks good, solid colour!

No chance of choosin', Idabelle?

- No pickin' neither.

Oid y'all say Mr glennister

be comin' right along? - I didn't say.

And you haven't heard anyone

breaking down doors

We've wasted a lot of time

waiting for what we're not gonna get.

Mr glennister ain't comin' no more?

That's it. No more.

- But, Miss Cherry,

we done given that man

the best years of our life.

We sure have.

What am I gonna do

with all them nice hard-boiled eggs?

If you want better results than I got

try sitting on them.

Sit on 'em? I can't sit on no eggs.

I'll mash 'em all to pieces.

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