She just laughed and took Babe by the hand, and they went up beyond the clump of bushes to what lay hidden so cunningly behind it.
Cunning--that was the mood Nature must have been in when she planted free gold in that little wrinkle on the side of Two Peak, and set the bushes in the mouth of the draw, and piled an iron ledge across the top and spread barren mountainside all around it.

In the hiding Injun Jim had done his share, too.

He had pulled rubble down over the face of the bank of richness, and eyes less keen than Casey's would have passed it by without a second glance.
The Little Woman knelt and picked out half a dozen small nuggets and stood up, holding them out to Casey, her eyes shining.

"Casey Ryan, here's the end of your rainbow! And you're luckier than most of us; you've got your pot o' gold." Casey looked down at her oddly.

"It's mebby the end of one," he said.