left, with yells and screams.

I now made a rush out of the wood, that they might see me, with
my man Friday at my heels, of course. We gave a loud shout, and
ran up to the white man as fast as we could. There he lay on the
hot sand. I cut the flag, or rush, by which he was bound, but he
was too weak to stand or speak, so I gave him some rum. He let me
know by all the signs that he could think of, how much he stood
in my debt for all that I had done for him.

I said, "We will talk of that bye and bye; but now we must do
what we can to save our lives." Friday, who was free to go where
he chose, flew here and there, and put all the men to the rout.
They fled in full haste to their boats, and were soon out at sea;
and so we got rid of our foes at last.

The man whom we had found on the sand told us that his name was
Carl, and that he came from Spain. But there was one more man to
claim our care; for the black men had left a small boat on the
sands, and in this I saw a poor wretch who lay half dead. He
could not so much as look up, so tight was he bound, neck and
heels. When I cut the bonds from him he gave a deep groan, for he
thought that all this was but to lead him out to die.

Friday then came up, and I bade him speak to the old man in his
own tongue, and tell him that he was free. This good news gave
him strength, and he sat up in the boat. But when Friday came to
hear him talk, and to look him in the face, it brought the tears
to my eyes to see him kiss and hug the poor old man, and dance
round him with joy, then weep, wring his hands, and beat his own