"Don't shoot.

They don't want to kill you; they jest want to rob you." "Depends on what they want to rob me uv," replied Long Jim with a grin.

"I never had more'n ten shillin's at one time in my life, an' I've got a purty strong grip on my rifle an' the clothes that I hev on." "I think we'd better go ashore an' do a little scoutin'," said Tom Ross.
"It's always well to know the groun' on which you're goin' to act." "No doubt of it, Tom," said Henry, "and we'll all go together." They had a little money of English coinage which was taken readily in cosmopolitan New Orleans, and with two shillings they hired a levee watchman, whom they judged they could trust, to look after "The Galleon." Then, rifle on shoulder, they entered the fortified city by the gate called _Chemin des Tchoupitoulas_.

Spain, officially at least, was the friend of the colonies and the enemy of England, and the sentinels at the gate readily passed them after a few questions.
Here they asked again for the Governor General, Bernardo Galvez, and the statement of Lieutenant Diego Bernal that he could not be seen was confirmed.

He had arrived only a few hours before from a two days' expedition down the river, and was now immersed in important papers that had awaited his coming.
They saw the Governor General's house, a one-story building fronting the river with a gallery on one side, gardens on the other, and kitchen and outbuildings behind.