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Welsh rarebit in five minutes . '' Hastily changing his borrowed clothes Barry then went into his own room and packed his one bag , which he at once carried downstairs . Fortunately he owed the landlord nothing , and though he had but three shillings in the world , his face indicated nothing but a supreme content when he rejoined the old mate and his companions . The Welsh rarebit and its liquid concomitants having been duly disposed of , Barry rose and told his friends that as he must be on board his new ship by midnight , and then had to write a letter , he must leave them . Then he shook hands all round , each man wishing him luck . Watson came to the door with him . `` Got all you want , sonny ?