"So thar _war_ gold. I went ter work an' swallered a pill o' opium,
w'ich made me sleep, an' while I whar snoozin' I dreampt about ther
perzact place whar thet gold war secreted. It war in a little pocket
beneath the bed of a spring frum which flowed a little creeklet.

"Next mornin', bright an' early, I shouldered pick, shuvyel an' pan,
an' went for thet identical spring. To-day thet pocket, havin' been
traced into a rich vein, is payin' as big or bigger nor any claim on
Spring creek."[B]

Both Redburn and Anita were unconsciously becoming interested.

"And do you think there is gold here, in this flower-strewn
pocket-valley?"

"I don't think it--I know it. I hed a dreem et war hayr in big
quantities, so I h'isted my carcass this direction. Ter-nite I'll hev
ernuther nighthoss, an' thet'll tell me precisely where ther strike
ar'."

Redburn drummed a tattoo on the arm of the lounge his fingers; he was
reflecting on what he had heard.

"You are willing to make terms, I suppose," he said, after a while,
glancing at Anita to see if he was right. "You are aware, I believe,
that we still hold possession above any one else."

"True enuff. Ye war first ter diskiver this place ye orter hev yer say
about it."