Tom. Glory! Dick's free. Yes, Nevada, you've found it where, where?
Nevada. Hush, not so loud; we must be secret, secret: while I was asleep it all came to me.
Tom. Yes.
Nevada. I saw the narrow path my feet had made in many journeys to it, I saw the tunnel I had dug into the earth, the rocks I had blasted,—I can go straight to it. And then I saw, Tom, I saw an open vein of running gold, pouring out broad and deep. I dabbled my hands in it, dashed it over my head, and then—
Tom. O heavens! 'tis only his madness.
Nevada. I woke.
Tom. To find it but a dream.
Nevada. Yes, yes; but there's luck in dreams, and I shall find it. (Shivers.) I'm cold: may I sit by the fire?
Tom. Yes, Nevada.