I do not know that he thought much about money, but he thought very much of success.

And he was by nature anxious, sanguine, and impulsive.

There might be before him, within the next week, such desolation as would break his heart.
He knew men who had been ruined, and had borne their ruin almost without a wail--who had seemed contented to descend to security and mere absence from want.

There was his own superintendent, Old Bates, who, though he grumbled at every thing else, never bewailed his own fate.

But he knew of himself that any such blow would nearly kill him--such a blow, that is, as might drive him from Gangoil, and force him to be the servant instead of the master of men.