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.
CHAPTER XV.
A DIPLOMATIC ARRANGEMENT.
As far I am concerned, this story has now reached an end. With my
departure from Aureataland, I re-entered the world of humdrum life,
and since that memorable night in 1884, nothing has befallen me worthy
of a polite reader's attention. I have endured the drudgery incident
to earning a living; I have enjoyed the relaxations every wise man
makes for himself. But I should be guilty of unpardonable egotism if I
supposed that I myself was the only, or the most, interesting subject
presented in the foregoing pages, and I feel I shall merely be doing
my duty in briefly recording the facts in my possession concerning the
other persons who have figured in this record and the country where
its scene was laid.
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