But he didn't go away.

When we walked farther up the wharf, he followed us, and again offered us some beans.

I began to get angry, and said "No!" pretty violently.

At this, he left us, but as we turned at the end of the wharf, we saw him near the club-house, standing and talking with Maiden's Heart.
"I think it's a shame to let those Indians wander about here in that way," said Rectus.

"They ought to be kept within bounds." I couldn't help laughing at this change of tune, but said that I supposed only a few of them got leave of absence at a time.
"Well," said Rectus, "there are some of them that ought never to come out." "Hello!" said old Menendez, sticking his head up above the edge of the wharf.