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The
eight
months
had
been
well
spent
,
and
,
in
addition
to
what
he
had
learned
of
right
speaking
and
high
thinking
,
he
had
learned
much
of
himself
.
Along
with
his
humbleness
because
he
knew
so
little
,
there
arose
a
conviction
of
power
.
He
felt
a
sharp
gradation
between
himself
and
his
shipmates
,
and
was
wise
enough
to
realize
that
the
difference
lay
in
potentiality
rather
than
achievement
.
What
he
could
do
,
—
they
could
do
;
but
within
him
he
felt
a
confused
ferment
working
that
told
him
there
was
more
in
him
than
he
had
done
.
He
was
tortured
by
the
exquisite
beauty
of
the
world
,
and
wished
that
Ruth
were
there
to
share
it
with
him
.
He
decided
that
he
would
describe
to
her
many
of
the
bits
of
South
Sea
beauty
.
The
creative
spirit
in
him
flamed
up
at
the
thought
and
urged
that
he
recreate
this
beauty
for
a
wider
audience
than
Ruth
.
And
then
,
in
splendor
and
glory
,
came
the
great
idea
.
He
would
write
.
He
would
be
one
of
the
eyes
through
which
the
world
saw
,
one
of
the
ears
through
which
it
heard
,
one
of
the
hearts
through
which
it
felt
.
He
would
write
—
everything
—
poetry
and
prose
,
fiction
and
description
,
and
plays
like
Shakespeare
.
There
was
career
and
the
way
to
win
to
Ruth
.
The
men
of
literature
were
the
world
’
s
giants
,
and
he
conceived
them
to
be
far
finer
than
the
Mr
.
Butlers
who
earned
thirty
thousand
a
year
and
could
be
Supreme
Court
justices
if
they
wanted
to
.
Once
the
idea
had
germinated
,
it
mastered
him
,
and
the
return
voyage
to
San
Francisco
was
like
a
dream
.
He
was
drunken
with
unguessed
power
and
felt
that
he
could
do
anything
.
In
the
midst
of
the
great
and
lonely
sea
he
gained
perspective
.
Clearly
,
and
for
the
first
lime
,
he
saw
Ruth
and
her
world
.
It
was
all
visualized
in
his
mind
as
a
concrete
thing
which
he
could
take
up
in
his
two
hands
and
turn
around
and
about
and
examine
.
There
was
much
that
was
dim
and
nebulous
in
that
world
,
but
he
saw
it
as
a
whole
and
not
in
detail
,
and
he
saw
,
also
,
the
way
to
master
it
.
To
write
!
The
thought
was
fire
in
him
.
He
would
begin
as
soon
as
he
got
back
.
The
first
thing
he
would
do
would
be
to
describe
the
voyage
of
the
treasure
-
hunters
.
He
would
sell
it
to
some
San
Francisco
newspaper
.
He
would
not
tell
Ruth
anything
about
it
,
and
she
would
be
surprised
and
pleased
when
she
saw
his
name
in
print
.
While
he
wrote
,
he
could
go
on
studying
.
There
were
twenty
-
four
hours
in
each
day
.
He
was
invincible
.
He
knew
how
to
work
,
and
the
citadels
would
go
down
before
him
.
He
would
not
have
to
go
to
sea
again
—
as
a
sailor
;
and
for
the
instant
he
caught
a
vision
of
a
steam
yacht
.
There
were
other
writers
who
possessed
steam
yachts
.
Of
course
,
he
cautioned
himself
,
it
would
be
slow
succeeding
at
first
,
and
for
a
time
he
would
be
content
to
earn
enough
money
by
his
writing
to
enable
him
to
go
on
studying
.
And
then
,
after
some
time
,
—
a
very
indeterminate
time
,
—
when
he
had
learned
and
prepared
himself
,
he
would
write
the
great
things
and
his
name
would
be
on
all
men
’
s
lips
.
But
greater
than
that
,
infinitely
greater
and
greatest
of
all
,
he
would
have
proved
himself
worthy
of
Ruth
.
Fame
was
all
very
well
,
but
it
was
for
Ruth
that
his
splendid
dream
arose
.
He
was
not
a
fame
-
monger
,
but
merely
one
of
God
’
s
mad
lovers
.
Arrived
in
Oakland
,
with
his
snug
pay
-
day
in
his
pocket
,
he
took
up
his
old
room
at
Bernard
Higginbotham
’
s
and
set
to
work
.
He
did
not
even
let
Ruth
know
he
was
back
.
He
would
go
and
see
her
when
he
finished
the
article
on
the
treasure
-
hunters
.
It
was
not
so
difficult
to
abstain
from
seeing
her
,
because
of
the
violent
heat
of
creative
fever
that
burned
in
him
.
Besides
,
the
very
article
he
was
writing
would
bring
her
nearer
to
him
.
He
did
not
know
how
long
an
article
he
should
write
,
but
he
counted
the
words
in
a
double
-
page
article
in
the
Sunday
supplement
of
the
San
Francisco
Examiner
,
and
guided
himself
by
that
.
Three
days
,
at
white
heat
,
completed
his
narrative
;
but
when
he
had
copied
it
carefully
,
in
a
large
scrawl
that
was
easy
to
read
,
he
learned
from
a
rhetoric
he
picked
up
in
the
library
that
there
were
such
things
as
paragraphs
and
quotation
marks
.
He
had
never
thought
of
such
things
before
;
and
he
promptly
set
to
work
writing
the
article
over
,
referring
continually
to
the
pages
of
the
rhetoric
and
learning
more
in
a
day
about
composition
than
the
average
schoolboy
in
a
year
.
When
he
had
copied
the
article
a
second
time
and
rolled
it
up
carefully
,
he
read
in
a
newspaper
an
item
on
hints
to
beginners
,
and
discovered
the
iron
law
that
manuscripts
should
never
be
rolled
and
that
they
should
be
written
on
one
side
of
the
paper
.
He
had
violated
the
law
on
both
counts
.
Also
,
he
learned
from
the
item
that
first
-
class
papers
paid
a
minimum
of
ten
dollars
a
column
.
So
,
while
he
copied
the
manuscript
a
third
time
,
he
consoled
himself
by
multiplying
ten
columns
by
ten
dollars
.
The
product
was
always
the
same
,
one
hundred
dollars
,
and
he
decided
that
that
was
better
than
seafaring
.
If
it
hadn
’
t
been
for
his
blunders
,
he
would
have
finished
the
article
in
three
days
.
One
hundred
dollars
in
three
days
!
It
would
have
taken
him
three
months
and
longer
on
the
sea
to
earn
a
similar
amount
.
A
man
was
a
fool
to
go
to
sea
when
he
could
write
,
he
concluded
,
though
the
money
in
itself
meant
nothing
to
him
.
Its
value
was
in
the
liberty
it
would
get
him
,
the
presentable
garments
it
would
buy
him
,
all
of
which
would
bring
him
nearer
,
swiftly
nearer
,
to
the
slender
,
pale
girl
who
had
turned
his
life
back
upon
itself
and
given
him
inspiration
.
He
mailed
the
manuscript
in
a
flat
envelope
,
and
addressed
it
to
the
editor
of
the
San
Francisco
Examiner
.
He
had
an
idea
that
anything
accepted
by
a
paper
was
published
immediately
,
and
as
he
had
sent
the
manuscript
in
on
Friday
he
expected
it
to
come
out
on
the
following
Sunday
.
He
conceived
that
it
would
be
fine
to
let
that
event
apprise
Ruth
of
his
return
.
Then
,
Sunday
afternoon
,
he
would
call
and
see
her
.
In
the
meantime
he
was
occupied
by
another
idea
,
which
he
prided
himself
upon
as
being
a
particularly
sane
,
careful
,
and
modest
idea
.
He
would
write
an
adventure
story
for
boys
and
sell
it
to
The
Youth
’
s
Companion
.
He
went
to
the
free
reading
-
room
and
looked
through
the
files
of
The
Youth
’
s
Companion
.
Serial
stories
,
he
found
,
were
usually
published
in
that
weekly
in
five
instalments
of
about
three
thousand
words
each
.
He
discovered
several
serials
that
ran
to
seven
instalments
,
and
decided
to
write
one
of
that
length
.
He
had
been
on
a
whaling
voyage
in
the
Arctic
,
once
—
a
voyage
that
was
to
have
been
for
three
years
and
which
had
terminated
in
shipwreck
at
the
end
of
six
months
.
While
his
imagination
was
fanciful
,
even
fantastic
at
times
,
he
had
a
basic
love
of
reality
that
compelled
him
to
write
about
the
things
he
knew
.
He
knew
whaling
,
and
out
of
the
real
materials
of
his
knowledge
he
proceeded
to
manufacture
the
fictitious
adventures
of
the
two
boys
he
intended
to
use
as
joint
heroes
.
It
was
easy
work
,
he
decided
on
Saturday
evening
.
He
had
completed
on
that
day
the
first
instalment
of
three
thousand
words
—
much
to
the
amusement
of
Jim
,
and
to
the
open
derision
of
Mr
.
Higginbotham
,
who
sneered
throughout
meal
-
time
at
the
"
litery
"
person
they
had
discovered
in
the
family
.
Martin
contented
himself
by
picturing
his
brother
-
in
-
law
’
s
surprise
on
Sunday
morning
when
he
opened
his
Examiner
and
saw
the
article
on
the
treasure
-
hunters
.
Early
that
morning
he
was
out
himself
to
the
front
door
,
nervously
racing
through
the
many
-
sheeted
newspaper
.
He
went
through
it
a
second
time
,
very
carefully
,
then
folded
it
up
and
left
it
where
he
had
found
it
.
He
was
glad
he
had
not
told
any
one
about
his
article
.
On
second
thought
he
concluded
that
he
had
been
wrong
about
the
speed
with
which
things
found
their
way
into
newspaper
columns
.
Besides
,
there
had
not
been
any
news
value
in
his
article
,
and
most
likely
the
editor
would
write
to
him
about
it
first
.
After
breakfast
he
went
on
with
his
serial
.
The
words
flowed
from
his
pen
,
though
he
broke
off
from
the
writing
frequently
to
look
up
definitions
in
the
dictionary
or
to
refer
to
the
rhetoric
.
He
often
read
or
re
-
read
a
chapter
at
a
time
,
during
such
pauses
;
and
he
consoled
himself
that
while
he
was
not
writing
the
great
things
he
felt
to
be
in
him
,
he
was
learning
composition
,
at
any
rate
,
and
training
himself
to
shape
up
and
express
his
thoughts
.
