The early gloom of afternoon was beginning to settle between the chasm walls, and at the end of his fourth pan Rod found that it was becoming so dark that he could no longer distinguish the yellow particles in the sand.

With the exception of one nugget he had found only fine gold.

With Wabi's dust were three small nuggets.
When they ceased work Mukoki rose from beside the rock, chuckling, grimacing, and holding out his hand.

Wabi was the first to see, and his cry of astonishment drew Rod quickly to his side.

The hollow of the old warrior's hand was filled with nuggets! He turned them into Wabigoon's hand, and the young Indian turned them into Rod's, and as he felt the weight of the treasure he held Rod could no longer restrain the yell of exultation that had been held in all that afternoon.