Thar's somethin' in that 'ere chest as'll make ye tell the truth." Yates looked at the chest and hesitated.
"It ain't powder," said Jim, "but it'll blow ye worse nor powder, if ye don't tell the truth." Yates sat down.

He had not appreciated the anxiety of Benedict to escape discovery, or he would not have been so silly as to bruit his knowledge until he had left the woods.

He felt ashamed of his indiscretion, but, as he knew that his motives were good, he could not but feel that he had been outraged.
"Jim, you have abused me," said he.

"You have misunderstood me, and that is the only apology that you can make for your discourtesy.

I was a fool to tell you what I knew, but you had no right to serve me as you have served me." "P'raps I hadn't," responded Jim, doubtfully.
Yates went on: "I have never intended to play you a trick.