face and head, and then laugh once more, sing, and leap. For a
long time he could not speak to me, so as to, let me know what
all this meant. But at length he told me that he was the son of
this poor old man, and that his name was Jaf.

It would be a hard task for me to tell of all the quaint, signs
Friday made to show his joy. He went in and out of the boat five
or six times, sat down by old Jaf, and held the poor old man's
head close to his breast to warm it; then he set to work to rub
his arms and feet, which were cold and stiff from the bonds. I
told Friday to give him some rum and bread; but he said, "None!
Bad dog eat all up self." He then ran off straight to the house,
and took no heed of my calls, but went as swift as a deer.

In an hour's time, he came back with a jug in his hand. The good
soul had gone all the way to the house, that Jaf might have a
fresh draught from my well; and with it he brought two cakes,
one of which I bade him take to Carl, who lay in the shade of a
tree. His limbs were stiff and cold, and he was too weak to say a
word.

I set my man to rub his feet with rum, and while he did so, I saw
Friday turn his head round from time to time, to steal a look at
the old man. Then we brought Carl and Jaf home from the boat on
our backs, as they could not walk. The door of my house was at
the top, and the poor sick men could not climb the steps by which
I got in, so we made for them a tent of old sails.

I was now a king of these three men, as well as Lord of the isle;
and I felt proud to say, "They all owe their lives to their king,