Mr. Clerkinwell told me afterward that there was a full $20,000 in the safe.
So that is all there is to tell of my strange winter at Track’s End, so many years ago. Three days later the regular trains began to run, and the first one took all of my letters to my mother; and no more than two days after 230 she got them I was there myself, bringing only one important thing more than I had taken away (besides experience), and that was Kaiser. I had asked for him and got him; first I had thought to take away Pawsy, too, but concluded to leave her with Mrs. Sours, where she could get on the door in case of trouble. And since, though I have done my share of wandering about the world (and perhaps a little more than my share), I have never again visited Track’s End; nor do I think I want to go back where the wolves howled so many dismal nights, and where the other things were worse than the wolves.