"I wanted to let ye know that I'm alive, and that I don't 'low no hired cusses to come snoopin' round my camp, an' goin' off with a haw-haw buttoned up in their jackets, without a thrashin'." Benedict, of course, stood thunderstruck and irresolute.

He was discovered by the very man whom his old persecutor had sent for the purpose.

He had felt that the discovery would be made sooner or later--intended, indeed, that it should be made--but he was not ready.
They all walked to the cabin in moody silence.

Jim felt that he had been hasty, and was very strongly inclined to believe in the sincerity of Yates; but he knew it was safe to be on his guard with any man who was in the employ of Mr.Belcher.Turk saw there was trouble, and whined around his master, as if inquiring whether there was anything that he could do to bring matters to an adjustment.
"No, Turk; he's my game," said Jim.

"Ye couldn't eat 'im no more nor ye could a muss rat." There were just three seats in the cabin--two camp-stools and a chest.
"That's the seat for ye," said Jim to Yates, pointing to the chest.
"Jest plant yerself thar.