"Every cent is as clean as it ever is on the New York Exchange. My guv’nor made it in oil, and that’s what’s left of it. The Admiral won’t smell nothing worse than oil, I reckon, in those greenbacks, for I’ve never had fingers on them." "How can I take it to Milly?" I asked. "Are you going to send me back to the Commander?" "Guess not," he smiled faintly. "Those docu-ments won’t be dispatched that way, I reckon. They’re hurrying up with spades to bury that little lot right away. Back you go to the _Laird_ as fast as I can send you. I’ve got a destroyer waiting for you, with her boilers near bursting, and two thousand dollars I’ve promised those wretched cowards aboard her when they bring back a receipt for you from Helston. The weather is pretty bad, but she’ll stand it, and I’ll die more easy when I know you’re safe aboard that packet. And you’ll take Hi Ling too, in case there’s any legal rumpus concerning that signature. "Will you do this for me, youngster?" I hated going back to the ship without the Commander and his men, but if he would not send me back to them there was no help for it; and, besides, I wanted to do what I could for him. "If you won’t send me back to the Commander, I’ll take them aboard and promise to hand them to the Admiral," I said. Hi Ling had gone away, but now returned with two of the sailors who had captured me. They brought a great blue cotton cloth and began to wrap me in it, whilst Hi Ling talked excitedly to Hopkins, evidently in great distress. "He doesn’t want to leave me," Hopkins said. "I’ve nobody else to look after me." "But you can’t be left alone," I said; "they might kill you." "Not till I’ve got that receipt from Helston," he answered grimly, pulling a revolver from under the bedclothes. The blue-jackets prepared to lift me on their shoulders, and I hurriedly shook hands with Hopkins, not daring to look at his face. They lifted me up and took me out of the room, but I heard him call out, and they put me down. He called me, and I went back. His face was rigid with pain and sorrow. "Glover, youngster," and he clenched my hand, "tell her I loved her; tell her I love her now; tell her that I died fighting. I led that charge well? I did, did I not? Tell her that." I felt a sob coming up at the back of my throat, and darted out again. He called me back, and said in half a whisper, with a catch in his throat; "She may think I died fighting—on—your—side. Don’t let her know." I squeezed his two hands. I could not say a word, for my lips were quivering. I left him there. The sailors seized me roughly, covered me from head to foot in the blue cloth, and began running. I could hear Hi Ling panting at my side. In a little while they stopped, I felt the breeze and the smell of the sea, and they jolted me into a boat and began pulling from the shore.