By the time you read this letter I will be beyond your reach (then
out of the instant's imagination ... I had not considered such a
thing hitherto). I am going far into the interior and discover a
gold mine. When I am rich I shall repay you for the cavalry pistols
which I am compelled to confiscate in lieu of my wages, which I now
forfeit by running away, though entitled to them.
You have been a good captain and I like you.
As for Miller, he is beneath my contempt. It was he who drank all
your wines, brandies, and whiskies ... the sailmaker is to answer
for your beer. The second mate has been in on this theft of your
liquors, too (I left the cook out because he had been nice to me).
Good-bye, and good luck.
Your former cabin boy, and, though you may not believe me, always
your well-wisher and friend,