It was on one of these heavenly days, spiced with the faintest hint of autumn, that Necia received the news of her good-fortune.

One of her leasers came into the post to show her and Poleon a bag of dust.

He and his partner had found the pay-streak finally, and he had come to notify her that it gave promise of being very rich, and now that its location was demonstrated, no doubt the other "laymen" would have it within a fortnight.

As all of them were ready to begin sluicing as soon as the ground could be stripped, undoubtedly they would be able to take out a substantial stake before winter settled and the first frost closed them down.
She took the news quietly but with shining eyes, though her pleasure was no greater or more genuine than Poleon's, who grasped both her hands in his and shouted, gleefully: "Bien! I'm glad! You'll be riche gal for sure now, an' wear plaintee fine dress lak' I fetch you.

Jus' t'ink, you fin' gol' on your place more queecker dan your fader, an' he's good miner, too.