White Fang Page #6

I'll be back.

Next time bring a live dog.

[Whining]

Okay, wolf,

I want you to get mad.

I want you to get in there and win,

understand me?

All right, on three.

One... two... three!

Come on, quick!

Quick! Yeah!

Yes.

One, two... three!

[Whining]

[Footsteps]

- [Snarling]

- Easy, boy.

You done good tonight.

I brought you something extra.

Take it easy. Here you go.

You just keep on hatin' me, wolf.

[Whine]

[Alex]

"It took days for the boys...

to reach the se...

secluded...

hideaway.

No one had set foot

into the housie... "

- House.

- "For years... "

- Not housie, house.

- House.

- House.

- House.

"For years, when

the door was finally...

opened and...

the fou... fo... "

Foul? Like the birds?

No. Foul like the birds

is f-o-w-I.

This is f-o-u-I. Foul.

Like a bad smell. Like rotten.

Like your socks smell foul.

I wash them.

Well, use some soap, would ya?

If you'd spend as much time

digging as washing...

I do more than my share

around here.

That's a laugh.

Who does all the cooking?

You definitely do.

And with the way you cook,

- I'm lucky to still be alive.

- Then do your own damn cooking!

I'm not your wife!

That's for sure.

You're too damn ugly.

That's u-g-I-y.

Maybe we ought to head

into town tomorrow.

We need supplies anyway.

A good idea.

I tell you,

that wolf's unbeatable.

[Snarling]

Get away from that cage!

You want your hand, buddy?

Mr Sykes.

Step aside, gentlemen.

What have you brought

for us today?

[Growling]

Where's the rest of him?

- That's a bulldog.

- He's pretty.

- They're killers. Look at them jaws!

- Shut up!

It's Cherokee.

I've seen him fight.

Your dog's unbeatable, right?

I've got $5,000 that says

he won't be after today.

What's the matter, Smith?

Too rich for your blood?

Let's do it.

Gentlemen, on three.

One... two... three!

Get him!

Get him!

Come on, wolf!

Cherokee!

- Come on!

- Come on.

Aw! Damn!

Flip him over!

Come on, wolf. Get up, get up!

Come on! Kill him!

- Hey, that's White Fang.

- Stay out of this.

- It's over!

- Not yet it ain't.

Come on, wolf.

Get up and fight!

Will somebody

give me a hand here?

- Get this dog off of here.

- I'll help you, son. I got him.

- Don't break those teeth!

- Let go, dog.

- Mounties! Mounties!

- Hey, kid! Hey!

- Kid, that's my wolf!

- He was.

I paid for him when you robbed me

in Skagway, remember?

- Oh, yeah.

- Easy.

You stay.

Hey, keep an eye out for me.

This ain't finished yet!

[Whine]

He's lost a lot of blood.

At least he won't have

to fight any more.

[Belinda]

Good night, Jack.

I remember the good old days...

when dogs used to pull men.

He needs to be in the cabin

so I can take care of him.

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