Vermont. Then climbed the bowlders—
Tom. To where the giant lies across the stream—
Nevada. Over it to the gorge a mile beyond; then to the right—to the left, and, and—
Tom. There's where you missed it. Had you turned back five rods, you would have found a clump of bushes hiding the gorge below; and there lifting your eyes, you would have seen on a bowlder high up, a sign—
(Enter on run, Silas.)
Silas. Busted's Balm, you bet!
Tom. Right, stranger. You gave me the clew. Where you fell, there is the old mine. Do you hear, Nevada? your mine.
Nevada. My mine, my—Now, Tom, don't trifle with the old man. You could not have found what I all these years have sought in vain. No, no.
Tom. Nevada, do you know this? (Showing pick.)
Nevada (takes pick). Why, Tom, Tom, this is mine,—my old pick! Where did you find it?