“Yes, dearest.”
They went back to the home of Red Cloud, happy because promised to each other in marriage.
After a quiet wedding Mimosa said one day: “Come with me, Martin, and I will show you where the gold in the ring and the necklace were found.”
Not very far from the tree where the miner had lain down discouraged Mimosa pointed out the shining ore, the spot known only to the few Indians.
“Mimosa, there is a mine here! This gold is the outcropping of the veins. I shall yet be rich, my darling.”
“Would you surely love me as much, Martin, if you were rich?”
“I would give you everything your heart desired.”
“And not go to an Eastern country, and be great, and forget Mimosa?”
“Never!”
With a happy heart Martin Daly took his pick to the mountains. The golden ore opened under his touch. His claim each day showed more value. He had, indeed, become rich through the ring of Mimosa.