There he rummaged through his closet and got out a khaki outing suit and hurried his person into it.
In ten minutes he looked more like an overgrown boy scout than anything else.

He took a cased trout rod and fly book, stuffed an extra shirt and all the socks he could find into his canvas creel, slung a pair of wading boots over his shoulder and tiptoed to the door.
There it occurred to him that it wouldn't be a bad idea to have some money.

He went back to his discarded trousers, that lay in a heap on the floor, and by diligent search he collected two silver dollars and a few nickels and dimes and quarters--enough to total two dollars and eighty-five cents.

He looked at the meagre fund ruefully, rubbed his free hand over his hair and was reminded of something else.

His hair, wavy and trained to lie back from his forehead, made him easily remembered by strangers.