He was tired with his night's tramp, and languid with loss of sleep.

When he arrived at the landing he found Mr.Balfour waiting.

He had passed Mike Conlin on the way, and even while they were talking the Irishman came in sight.

After half-an-hour of busy labor, the goods and passengers were bestowed, Mike was paid for the transportation, and the closing journeys of the day were begun.
When Jim had made half of the weary row up the river, he ran into a little cove to rest and wipe the perspiration from his forehead.

Then he informed Mr.Balfour that he was not alone in the camp, and, in his own inimitable way, having first enjoined the strictest secrecy, he told the story of Mr.Benedict and his boy.
"Benedict will hunt and fish with ye better nor I can," said he, "an' he's a better man nor I be any way; but I'm at yer sarvice, and ye shall have the best time in the woods that I can give ye." Then he enlarged upon the accomplishments of Benedict's boy.
"He favors yer boy a little," said Jim, eyeing the lad closely.