Ben Boone was a tall, loose-jointed man with a shambling gait, who looked as if he wished to get through life as easily as possible. It would be hard to find a man less ambitious. His movements were slow, and he seemed the incarnation of laziness. He was as slow in speech as in action. Yet he was a successful hunter and had tramped about Colorado so much that no better guide could be found. "I heard you wanted to see me, Mr. Packard," he said, when he made his appearance. "Yes, I may have something for you to do. How are you getting on?" "Not at all, squire. I'm a dreadfully unlucky man." "So should I have been if I had been as lazy as you." "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." "Yes," answered Ben, in a tone of satisfaction. "I don't mind that." "Then I'll tell you what I will do. You will take my young friend with you--his name is Rupert Rollins--and see that he has a good time." "I'll do that, squire." "I will furnish you with provisions sufficient to last you both a week, and will give you three dollars a day for your trouble. If there are any other expenses, Rupert will have money and will pay them. You won't need to spend anything, so there is no reason why you shouldn't save all your wages. How is your wife?" "Oh, she's allus complainin'. She's had the fever'n ager last week." "It is fortunate you have no children, for you don't seem to provide for even your wife." "That's because I ain't lucky." "Luck doesn't often come in the way of a shiftless man like yourself. Well, do you accept my offer?" "Yes, squire. I'll be glad to do it." "Send your wife here to-morrow morning. I will give her a part of your wages, so that she will have enough to carry her through while you are away." "Give it to me, squire. I'll give it to her." Giles Packard regarded him keenly. "I can't trust you," he said. "If I give her the money I shall be sure she gets it." "How much are you goin' to give her?" "Two days' pay--six dollars. When you return, if you are away seven days there will be fifteen dollars for you."