When he woke up in the morninghe ran out to me. I was milking my goats in the fieldand he got down on the ground and put his head near my foot. I understood that he was thank-ing meand I tried to show him that I was his friend.
I called to him and tried to show him that I was friendly. Slowlyhe moved nearer to mebut 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. How happy I was to hear words again!I gave him my swordand at once he cut off the head of his enemy.
He was a fine young manabout twenty-five years oldtall and well-builtwith a kind face and a nice smile. He had a brown skinblack hairbright eyes and strong white teeth. I decided to give him the name of'Man Friday'because I first saw him on a Friday.
Later that day we went back to my first house. We went carefully along the beachbut there were no boats and no wild men. Just blood and bones all over the sand. I felt illbut Fri-day wanted to eat the pieces of men's bodies which were still on the ground. I showed him that this was terrible for meand he understood.
Hurriedlywe hid the dead bodies under some leavesand 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 thathe went to sleep.
I began to teach him to speak Englishand soon he could say his name'Master'and'Yes'and'No'. How good it was to hear a man's voice again!。