The prisoner ran like a wild
goat, and soon I saw that he was coming near the bottom of my hill. As fast as
I could I ran down the hill and jumped out of the trees between the prisoners
and the two wild men. I hit the first men with the wooden end of my gun and he
fell down, but I had to shoot the second man. The poor prisoner did not move.
He was afraid of the noise of my gun.
I called to him and tried to show him that I was friendly. Slowly, he moved nearer to me, but just then the
first wild man began to get up from the ground. Then the prisoner spoke and I
understood that he wanted my sword. I was to her words again! I gave him my
sword and at once he cut off the head of his enemy. Hurriendly, we hid the dead
bodies under some leaves and then left quickly. I took my prisoner to my secret
cave on the other side of the island and gave him food and drink. After that,
he went to sleep.
He was a fine young man, about twenty-five years old, tall and well-built, with a kind face and a nice smile.
He had a brown skin, black hair, bright eyes and strong white teeth. I decided
to give him the name of “Man Friday”, because I first saw him on a Friday.
