"But they's another one, now, 't I can see plainer than this one.

I dunno's I'll ever git to where that one points." "A man's never satisfied," scoffed the Little Woman, turning the precious little yellow fragments over thoughtfully in her palm.

"I should think this ought to be enough for you, man alive." "Mebby it had.

But it ain't." He looked at her, hesitating,--and I think the Little Woman waited and held her breath for what he might say next.
But Casey was scarcely himself in her presence.

He turned away without another glance at the nuggets.
"You'n the kid can gopher around there whilst I go step off the lines of a claim an' put up the location notice," he said, and left her standing there with the gold in her palm.
That night it was the Little Woman who planned great things for Casey, and it was Casey who smoked and said little about it.