You did just right.

I hope 'twas a warnin' to others." "I think it was," said the judge, thrusting both hands into his pockets and studying the wall of the station as if it were the record of his own court.

"I think it was; and here's my hand, Sam, and my best wishes for a square start in life." As the judge withdrew his hand he left behind a little wad of paper which Sam recognized by sense of touch as the customary American substitute for the coin of the realm.

The poor fellow did not know what to say: so he said nothing.
"Hurry along to your family, Sam.

I hope you'll find them all well.
I've told my wife to see to it that they didn't suffer while you were away, and I guess she's done it: she's that kind of woman." Sam hurried away.