Narrator: The mother lode of California, on the west slope of the Sierra Nevada. Some struck it rich; some threw away a lifetime digging and dreaming, always only two feet from a million dollars. Gold, the yellow Lorelei that opened the West, also provided one of the most exciting incidents in the colorful life of Bat Masterson, the man who became a legend in his own time.
Ben Wilson: We've come to a decision. We're not going to shoot you.
Emile Barole: Unh-uh.
Bat: Thank you. I knew I could help you think.
Ben Wilson: We'll blow you into kingdom come if you try to run, you understand?
Bat: I love the sedentary life.
Bat: What are you going to do with all your money?
Emile Barole: I'm going to get all the glorious champagne to drink and all the gorgeous food to eat. Then I'm going to lie down to dream--to dream of more food and more champagne.
Bat: Aim high, men! Shoot at the moon--you may hit a star!
Emile Barole: Bat, you are a genius.
Bat: I'll drink to that.