Five hundred dollars in the woods was a great deal of money.

To Jim's apprehension, the man had become a capitalist.

Some one beside himself--some one richer and more powerful than himself--had taken the position of benefactor toward his friend.

He was glad to see Benedict happy, but sorry that he could not have been the agent in making him so.
"Well, I can't keep ye forever'n' ever, but I was a hopin' ye'd hang by till I git hold of the little woman," said Jim.
"Do you suppose I would leave you now, Jim ?" "Well, I knowed a yoke o' cattle couldn't start ye, with a hoss ahead on 'em; but a woman, Mr.Benedict "-- and Jim's voice sunk to a solemn and impressive key--"a woman with the right kind of an eye, an' a takin' way, is stronger nor a steam Injun.

She can snake ye 'round anywhere; an' the queerest thing about it is that a feller's willin' to go, an' thinks it's purty.