This sum he had been keeping for the Fourth of July, but he thrust it into his pocket with hardly a regret.

Then he pulled a writing-pad over to him, sat down and wrote: Don't look for me.

I am a failure and I am going away to sea.

Don't worry about me.

I am all right and able to take care of myself.
I shall come back some day, and then you will all be proud of me.