human
Well, you've done it. Three men have just come in with a double handful of nuggets, and Mirapolis makes its bow to the world at large as the newest and richest of the gold camps.
gpt
It can't be; Grizzy, I tell you it can't be! Steve Massingale planted that gold that I washed out--played me for a fool to get me to work for the railroad. I didn't know it until--until----
human
Until Amy Massingale told you about it this afternoon, cut in the map-maker shrewdly.
gpt
That's all right. The bar Steve took you to was barren enough; they tell me that every cubic foot of it has been washed over in dish pans and skillets in the past few hours. But you know the big bend opposite the Quadjenàï Hills; the river has built that bend out of its own washings, and the bulletin over at the _Spot-Light_ office says that the entire peninsula is one huge bank of gold-bearing gravel.