Neither was he going to skulk about near home.

Well, if he was so damned obstinate, why didn't he go into the City--or even to the Bar?
Because (1) he hadn't any money; and (2) he would infinitely sooner go on the tramp than sit on a stool.

Well, why didn't he enlist, like a gentleman?
Frank dared say he would some time, but he wanted to stand by himself a bit first and see the world.
"Let's see the letter again," said Jack at last.

"Where is it ?" Frank reflected.
"I think it's in that tobacco-jar just behind your head," he said.

"No, it isn't; it's in the pouch on the floor.