Well, you see, Mr. Egerton, it's this way:
A man can piece together things like this,
But somehow you can't get hold of that in here
That goes to pieces when your faith breaks up.
Egerton.
What do you mean?
Harvey Anderson.
I never could find gold;
It don't run in our family.
Egerton.
Rather late
In your discovery, it seems to me.
Why didn't you think of it when you first went out?
Harvey Anderson.
Well, you know how it is. You've seen a stone
Hang on a mountain side for years sometimes;
You don't know why; you just don't notice it
Until some morning—jump! she thunders down
And wakes a whole town up; then you remember.
(He comes forward and looks off in the direction from which he came as though he were expecting someone)