Injun go fishin' to-morrow." "Where will you get lines and hooks." "Me got um." "Where did you get them ?" "Steal um," answered he again.
"We're going fishing, too," said Sam.
"You got hooks?
You got lines?
You got bait ?" "No," said Sam.
"Injun get um for you." "How ?" "Steal um." "No," said Sam, "you mustn't steal for us.

I'll go to Pensacola and buy what I want.

But you may go with us, if you will, and show us where to fish." "Me go.

Injun show you,--down there," pointing down the bay, "heap fish there." The Indian, Sam was disposed to think, was a valuable acquisition, although he was not disposed to trust him with a knowledge of the real nature of his mission.

Warning the boys, therefore, not to reveal the secret, he admitted the Indian, whose name was Thlucco, to his company, not as a member, but as a sort of guide.
The next morning the boat went down the bay to the town, where Sam stopped to purchase certain necessary supplies, chiefly fishing tackle and the materials for making a sail, and to take observations.
He found many British officers and soldiers lounging around the town, and had no difficulty in discovering that they were made heartily welcome by the Spanish authorities, notwithstanding the professed neutrality of Spain.