Hello everyone! My name is Walt and this is the Yukon, we are currently in the event called the Gold Rush
If we can get to Dawson and record, we're rich men!
Hm, I need to get to Dawson.. I should take their dogs!
Stop or we'll shoot!
The Irishman was preparing to spring for him-they were so sure they had him that they did not shoot-when Walt turned fiercely upon them with his whip.
Sorry buddy, I gotta get to Dawson!
Loren had his sleeping furs rolled up, and had joined Walt on the sled. They permitted the dogs to travel more slowly, as there was no sign of the chase in the rear, and just as they pulled up at the gold commissioner's office in Dawson, Walt, who had kept his eyes open to the last, fell asleep. And because of what Walt Masters did on this night, the men of Yukon have become proud of him, and speak of him now as the King of Mazy May!