Before Ching Chong could reply, he found himself alone, and though he looked round carefully, he could not discover where, or how the dwarf had disappeared. So he lay down, and was soon sleeping soundly.
In the morning he rose early, and following the direction of his wand, stopped where it pointed downward, and striking a blow with his pick, turned up a beautiful pure nugget of gold.
He marked the spot, and collecting a few specimens, returned to the camp.
Again his companions surrounded him to hear his story.
No one but the poor, toiling miner can understand the excitement and delight of the weary prospectors, as they listened to him, and examined his specimens.
"Now, boys," said Ching Chong, "you have been the sharers of my bad luck, and you shall share my good fortune."
"There is gold enough for all."
Then the happy miners all shook hands with Ching Chong, saying a hearty "God bless you, boy," while the tears glistened in their eyes, as they thought of the dear ones in distant lands.
That night they all dreamed golden dreams, full of love and happiness.