You can brush up your memory whilst I take a look around.

Mebby I can find Jim's mine myself," he said impudently.

Then he got up and went poking here and there with his prospector's pick, and finally worked up to the brush and disappeared behind it.

In five minutes or less he came back to her with a little nugget the size of Babe's thumb.
"If yuh want to see something pretty, come on up where I got this here," he told her.

"I'll show yuh what drives prospectors crazy.