I was perfectly confounded at the Sight，and knew not what the Meaning of it should be. Friday call'd out to me in English，as well as he could，O Master！ You see English Mans eat Prisoner as well as Savage Mans. Why，says I，Friday，Do you think they are a going to eat them then？ Yes，says Friday，They mill eat them：No，no，says I，Friday，I am afraid they mill murther them indeed，but you may be sure they will not eat them.
All this while I had no thought of what the Matter really was；but Stood trembling with the Horror of the Sight，expecting every Moment when the three Prisoners should be kill'd；nay，Once I saw one of the Villains lift up his Arm with a great Cutlash，as the Seamen call it，or Sword，to spike one of the poor Men；and I expected to see him fall every Moment，at which all the Blood in my Body seem'd to run chill in my Veins.
I wish'd heartily now for my Spaniard，and the Savage that was gone with him；or that I had any way to have come undiscover'd within shot of them，that I might have rescu'd the three Men；for I saw no Fire Arms they had among them；but it fell out to my Mind another way.
After I had Observ'd the outragious Usage of the three Men，by the insolent Seamen，I observ'd the Fellows run scattering about the Land，as if they wanted to see the Country：I observ'd that the three other Men had Liberty to go also where they pleas'd；but they Sat down all three upon the Ground，very pensive，and look'd like Men in Despair.
This put me in Mind of the first Time when I came on Shore，and began to look about me；How I gave my self over for lost：How wildly I look'd round me：What dreadful Apprehensions I had：And how I lodg'd in the Tree all Night for fear of being devour'd by wild Beasts.