as yellow.

Neither spoke. Cribbens dug his nails into the sand, and ground his
mustache between his teeth. The yellow streak broadened as the quartz
sediment washed away. Cribbens whispered:

"We got it, pardner. That's gold."

McTeague washed the last of the white quartz dust away, and let the
water trickle after it. A pinch of gold, fine as flour, was left in the
bottom of the spoon.

"There you are," he said. The two looked at each other. Then Cribbens
rose into the air with a great leap and a yell that could have been
heard for half a mile.

"Yee-e-ow! We GOT it, we struck it. Pardner, we got it. Out of sight.
We're millionaires." He snatched up his revolver and fired it with
inconceivable rapidity. "PUT it there, old man," he shouted, gripping
McTeague's palm.

"That's gold, all right," muttered McTeague, studying the contents of
the spoon.

"You bet your great-grandma's Cochin-China Chessy cat it's gold,"
shouted Cribbens. "Here, now, we got a lot to do. We got to stake her
out an' put up the location notice. We'll take our full acreage, you
bet. You--we haven't weighed this yet. Where's the scales?" He weighed
the pinch of gold with shaking hands. "Two grains," he cried. "That'll
run five dollars to the ton. Rich, it's rich; it's the richest kind of
pay, pardner. We're millionaires. Why don't you say something? Why don't
you get excited? Why don't you run around an' do something?"

"Huh!" said McTeague, rolling his eyes. "Huh! I know, I know, we've
struck it pretty rich."

"Come on," exclaimed Cribbens, jumping up again. "We'll stake her out
an' put up the location notice. Lord, suppose anyone should have come
on her while we've been away." He reloaded his revolver deliberately.
"We'll drop HIM all right, if there's anyone fooling round there; I'll
tell you those right now. Bring the rifle, pardner, an' if you see
anyone, PLUG him, an' ask him what he wants afterward."

They hurried back to where they had made their discovery.

"To think," exclaimed Cribbens, as he drove the first stake, "to think
those other mushheads had their camp within gunshot of her and never
located her. Guess they didn't know the meaning of a 'contact.' Oh, I
knew I was solid on 'contacts.'"

They staked out their claim, and Cribbens put up the notice of location.
It was dark before they were through. Cribbens broke off some more
chunks of quarts in the vein.

"I'll spoon this too, just for the fun of it, when I get home