There was another young man on Earraid in these days, and we were much together, bathing, clambering on the boulders, trying to sail a boat and spinning round instead in the oily whirlpools of the roost. But the most part of the time we spoke of the great uncharted desert of our futures; wondering together what
should there befall us; hearing with surprise the sound of or own voices in the empty vestibule of youth. As far, and as hard, as it seemed then to look forward
to the grave, so far it seems now to look backward upon these emotions; so hard to recall justly that loath submission, as of the sacrificial bull, with which we
stooped our necks under the yoke of destiny. I met my old companion but the other day, I cannot tell of course what he was thinking; but, upon my part, I was
wondering to see us both so much at home, and so composed and sedentary in the world, and how much we had gained, and how much we had lost, to attain
to that composure; and which had been upon the whole our best estate: when we sat there prating sensibly like men of some experience, or when we shared
our timorous and hopeful counsels in a western islet.
What does Stevenson clearly state in the second paragraph?
O He saw his old friend again.
O He joined the war.
He reached all his goals.
He wanted to start over