Out of sight.
We're millionaires." He snatched up his revolver and fired it with inconceivable rapidity.

"PUT it there, old man," he shouted, gripping McTeague's palm.
"That's gold, all right," muttered McTeague, studying the contents of the spoon.
"You bet your great-grandma's Cochin-China Chessy cat it's gold," shouted Cribbens.

"Here, now, we got a lot to do.

We got to stake her out an' put up the location notice.

We'll take our full acreage, you bet.