Tom. You can trust him, Nevada; and he's had such bad luck, he deserves a nugget.
Moselle. Thank you, Tom. One of these days I'll speak a good word for you with his sister.
Tom. Do I need it, Agnes?
Agnes (gives her hand). Not with me, Tom.
Jube (R.). Golly! see 'em parin' off. Nex' couple, slaminade. Say, tender hoof, whar's your pardner?
Silas (R.). There don't seem enough to go round; but I'm on the lookout—
Win-Kye. Lookee out for paint. See small billies. All ligh'.
Vermont (points to gold). Nevada, shall I gather up the dust for you?
Nevada. No: scatter it among the boys. It is dust, indeed, no longer to be prized by me, but for the richer treasure it has disclosed (to Moselle),—you, my darling. (Puts arm about Moselle.)
Moselle. O father, the clouds are lifting! You are coming out of the darkness.