Then he generously pressed upon me a sum of money in gold, wherewith to fit myself out for the journey and defray my expenses on the way; and for this kindness I was deeply grateful, seeing that I was utterly penniless, and owed the very garments I then wore to the charity of one of his officers. So I said farewell to him and his company, and begged them to remember me if we should meet no more, and then I went to find Pharaoh Nanjulian. "Pharaoh," said I, when I came upon him on the deck of the Golden Hinde, "I am going home." He pushed back his cap and scratched his head and looked at me. "Aye," he said, "I supposed it would be so, master. As for me, I have no home to go to. My mother is dead and buried in Marazion churchyard, and I have neither kith nor kin in the wide world." "Come with me to Beechcot," said I, "you shall abide there for the rest of your days in peace and plenty." But he shook his head. "Nay, master," he answered, "that would never do. I am naught but a rough sea-dog, and I should be too big and savage for a quiet life. Besides, yon constable of yours would be forever at my heels, fearing lest I should break the peace again." "There shall no man harm you if you will come with me," said I. "Come and be my man." "Nay, master, not so. Born and bred to the sea I was, and to the sea I will cleave. Besides, I am Francis Drake's man now, and with him I shall see rare ventures. Already there is talk of an expedition against the Spaniards. That is the life for me." So there was no more to be said, and I gave him my hand sorrowfully, for he had proved a true friend. "Good-bye, then, Pharaoh Nanjulian." "Good-bye, master. We have seen some rare ventures together. I thank God for bringing us safely out of them." "Amen! I shall not forget them or thee. And God grant we may meet again." So we pressed each other's hands with full hearts, and I went away and left him gazing after me. CHAPTER XX. BEECHCOT ONCE MORE. Because it was autumn, I found some slight difficulty in traveling across country from Plymouth to Beechcot, and it accordingly was several days before I reached York and entered upon the final stage of my journey. At Plymouth I had bought a stout horse, and pushed forward, mounted in creditable fashion, to Exeter, and from thence to Bristol, where I struck into the Midlands and made for Derby and Sheffield. It took me a fortnight to reach York, and there, my horse being well-nigh spent, though I had used him with mercy, I exchanged him for a cob, which was of stout build, and good enough to carry me over the thirty miles which yet remained of my journey.