But, to tell the truth, I had not imagined that he would ever try to make people follow him.

He never showed at school that such a thing was in him.

So, for these three reasons, I determined that there were to be no more scrapes of that sort, which generally came to nothing, after all.
For the next two or three days we roved around the old town, and into two or three orange-groves, and went out sailing with Mr.Cholott, who owned a nice little yacht, or sail-boat, as we should call it up north.
The sailing here is just splendid, and, one morning, we thought we'd hire a boat for ourselves and go out fishing somewhere.

So we went down to the yacht-club wharf to see about the boat that belonged to old Menendez--Rectus's Minorcan.

There were lots of sail-boats there as well as row-boats, but we hunted up the craft we were after, and, by good luck, found Menendez in her, bailing her out.
So we engaged her, and he said he'd take us over to the North Beach to fish for bass.