Tom. Where you left it. Old man, look at me. Did I ever deceive you?
Nevada. It is my old pick (hugs it), and that's my gold. (Comes down.) Let me touch it. (Tom takes up a nugget, and hands it to him.) Ah, I feel it now, the gold for which I slaved! Ah! you have embittered my life, rich as you are. You might have blessed me had you come sooner; but now, now (throws down the gold), O Tom, Tom! I'd give it all for one sight of the wife and little one. (Sobs, and falls on Tom's neck.)
Tom. Ah, tears! that's good: he's all right. Take him in, Mosey. (Moselle leads Nevada into cabin.) Now, you wait, Jerden, and you'll find the old man ready to treat with you for Dick's freedom.
Jerden. I decline to treat with him or you. I shall take my prisoner, Richard Fairlee.
Silas (comes down). What name?
Jerden. Richard Fairlee, forger.
Silas. Ah, forger! I thought I knew something about him.
Jerden. Well, what do you know?
Silas. That he is innocent. For further particulars—Where's my paint?