Tandy was now limping along on a rude crutch, with one of his feet bandaged up.
Sam greeted him heartily and asked, of course, about his hurt, which Tandy explained as the result of "a wrestle he had had with an axe," meaning that he had cut his foot in chopping wood.

He tarried but a moment with Sam, excusing himself for his hurried departure on the ground that he had been sent for by General Jackson.

Having heard Sam's story and plans Tandy limped on, and was soon ushered into Jackson's inner apartment.
When the general saw him he exclaimed-- "What, you're not on the sick list are you, Walker ?" "Well no, not adzac'ly, giner'l, but I ain't adzac'ly a _walker_ now, fur all that's my name." "What's the matter ?" asked Jackson.
"Nothin', only I've dun split my foot open with a axe, giner'l." "That is very unfortunate," replied Jackson, "very unfortunate, indeed." "Yes, it aint adzac'ly what you might call _lucky_, giner'l." "It certainly isn't!" said Jackson, a smile for a moment taking the place of the look of vexation which his face wore; "and it isn't lucky for me either, for I need you just now." "I'm sorry, giner'l, if ther's any work to be done in my line, but it can't be helped, you know." "Of course not.

The fact is Tandy, I want something done that I can't easily find any body else to do.

I'm satisfied now that the British are at Pensacola and are arming Indians there, and that the treacherous Spanish governor is harboring them on his _neutral_ territory.