“I must go to-day. I know now that I must depend wholly upon my own exertions, and I must get to work as soon as possible.”
“You will write to me, Carl?”
“Yes, when I have anything agreeable to write.”
“Let us hope that will be soon.”
CHAPTER VII.
ENDS IN A TRAGEDY.
Carl obtained permission to leave his trunk at the Vance mansion, merely taking out what he absolutely needed for a change.
“When I am settled I will send for it,” he said. “Now I shouldn’t know what to do with it.”
There were cordial good-bys, and Carl started once more on the tramp. He might, indeed, have traveled by rail, for he had ten dollars and thirty-seven cents; but it occurred to him that in walking he might meet with some one who would give him employment. Besides, he was not in a hurry to get on, nor had he any definite destination. The day was fine, there was a light breeze, and he experienced a hopeful exhilaration as he walked lightly on, with the world before him, and any number of possibilities in the way of fortunate adventures that might befall him.