If you and me
Had been out here, son, when all these were trees
And you'd a-spied that sign, I tell you what,
I'd hung some nuggets round this little neck.

Harvey Anderson.

You'd better wait until the moon comes out.
It's a rough road back there.

Harry Egerton.

There is a road?

Harvey Anderson.

A logging road.

Harry Egerton.

(Coming forward, notices the casts upon the ground)

You're searching for the mine?