Nevada

Silas (R.). There don't seem enough to go round; but I'm on the lookout —

Win-Kye. Lookee out for paint. See small billies. All ligh'.

Vermont (points to gold). Nevada, shall I gather up the dust for you?

Nevada. No: scatter it among the boys. It is dust, indeed, no longer to be prized by me, but for the richer treasure it has disclosed (to Moselle), – you, my darling. (Puts arm about Moselle.)

Moselle. O father, the clouds are lifting! You are coming out of the darkness.

Nevada. Yes, little one; and in the new light of your eyes, I see tokens of the wealth I abandoned for a phantom. In you I find —

Vermont (takes Nevada's hand). A nugget, you bet!

Nevada. Yes, the jewel of my lost mine.

Nevada C., clasping Moselle with left arm, his right hand in that of Vermont. Mother next Vermont R., Silas R., Jube extreme R.; Dick next Moselle L., Tom and Agnes L., Win-Kye extreme L.