"Here, take these, you may want them," and he thrust a bundle of notes into my hand (some of my own from the bank I afterward discovered).
Arrived at the boat, I got in mechanically and made all preparations for the start.
Then the President took my hand.
"Good-by, Jack Martin, and good luck.

Some day we may meet again.

Just now there's no room for us both here.

You bear no malice ?" "No, sir," said I."A fair fight, and you've won." As I was pushing off, he added: "When you arrive, send me word." I nodded silently.
"Good-by, and good luck," he said again.
I turned the boat's head put to sea, and went forth on my lonely way into the night..