That's gold." McTeague washed the last of the white quartz dust away, and let the water trickle after it.

A pinch of gold, fine as flour, was left in the bottom of the spoon.
"There you are," he said.

The two looked at each other.

Then Cribbens rose into the air with a great leap and a yell that could have been heard for half a mile.
"Yee-e-ow! We GOT it, we struck it.

Pardner, we got it.