So be alive now; pack up my kit; I shall start by twelve o'clock." With one spring Mike cleared the stairs, and overthrowing everything and everybody in his way, hurried towards the stable, chanting at the top of his voice the very poetical strain he had indulged me with a few minutes before.
My preparations were rapidly made; a few hurried lines of leave-taking to the good fellows I had lived so much with and felt so strongly attached to, with a firm assurance that I should join them again ere long, was all that my time permitted.

To Power I wrote more at length, detailing the circumstances which my own letters informed me of, and also those which invited me to return home.

This done, I lost not another moment, but set out upon my journey..