I often left off my work to take a glance into the interior of the island, hoping to see them.

Frequently I mistook the trees in the twilight, which was now coming on, for moving objects.

At last, I was not deceived, I saw distinctly a figure walking rapidly.
"They are here!" I cried, running forward, followed by Ernest; and we soon saw a dark-coloured figure approaching.

I concluded it was a savage, and, though disappointed, was not alarmed, as he was alone.

I stopped, and begged Ernest to recollect all the words he had met with in his books, of the language of the savages.