Half an hour's walking brought them to the lonely strip of beach on which Sam had landed.
"Whip-Will's Widow," whistled Sam, shrilly.
His companion started back in affright, and was on the point of running away, when Sam seized him by the arm, and, shaking him vigorously, said:-- "I'll not play you false.

Trust me.

I have a boat here." "You come from the Fort ?" said the man in abject terror.
"No, I do not.

I am an American," said Sam, no longer hesitating to reveal his nationality, now that he saw how terrified the man was at thought of falling into British hands.
The words re-assured the man, and when Tom came ashore with the boat he embarked without further hesitation.
"Beat about, Tom," said Sam, "I may have to land again.

I have promised this man to return him safely to the place in which I found him, if we don't come to some agreement.