"It will take me a week to get your clothes ready," said Mrs. Rushton.
"Then by a week from Monday I will start," said Robert.
"Have you formed any definite plans about the manner of going?"
"I will go to New York first, and call on the gentleman who got up the subscription for me. I will tell him my story, and ask his advice."
"The most sensible thing you could do. As to the money, I will have that ready for you. Of course, you will call on me before you go."
The superintendent had made up his mind that Robert would spread the report of the deposit, and nervously awaited the result. But to his relief he observed no change in the demeanor of his fellow-townsmen. He could only conclude that, for reasons of his own, the boy he had wronged had concluded to defer the exposure. Next he heard with a feeling of satisfaction that Robert had decided to go abroad in quest of his father. He had no doubt that Captain Rushton was dead, and regarded the plan as utterly quixotic and foolish, but still he felt glad that it had been undertaken.
"If the boy never comes back, I shan't mourn much," he said to himself. "His mother is a weak woman, who will never give me any trouble, but this young rascal has a strong and resolute will, and I shall feel more comfortable to have him out of the way."
When Robert got ready to leave he made a farewell call on the lawyer, and drew two hundred dollars of his money.
"I don't know but one hundred will do," he said. "Perhaps I ought to leave five hundred for my mother."
"You carry little enough, Robert. Don't have any anxiety about your mother. I will not see her suffer."