"What's the use of workin'? Things allus goes ag'inst me."
"I don't believe you would succeed under any circumstances. Do you know what makes the difference between you and me?"
"I reckon you was born to be rich."
"I was not rich till I came to Colorado, but when I came here I went to work."
Ben shrugged his shoulders.
"I've worked, too," he said, "but what's the good of it all?"
"Not much good in your case, I admit. However, I don't suppose you can be made over again, and if you could I don't think I would undertake it. There's one thing you do understand, and that's hunting. You've been pretty much all over Colorado."
"Yes, squire."
"I have a young friend here who would like to spend a week among the hills. He may not do much in the way of hunting, but he will carry a gun with him. He would like to explore the country a little under your guidance. I believe that is the only kind of work you are willing to undertake."