"We're ready now.

Git aboard." And so we scrambled down into the sail-boat, and Menendez pushed off, while the two Indians stood and watched us as we slowly moved away.
When we got fairly out, our sail filled, and we went scudding away on a good wind.

Then said old Menendez, as he sat at the tiller: "What were you hollerin' at them Injuns about ?" "I didn't know that we were hollerin'," said I, "but they were bothering us to buy their sea-beans." "That's curious," he said.

"They aint much given to that sort of thing.
But there's no tellin' nothin' about an Injun.

If I had my way, I'd hang every one of 'em." "Rather a blood-thirsty sentiment," said I."Perhaps some of them don't deserve hanging." "Well, I've never seen one o' that kind," said he, "and I've seen lots of Injuns.