Then, one year, something strange and terrible happened. I often waked along the shore, and one day I saw something in the sand. I went over to look at it more carefully, and stopped in sudden surprise. It was a footprint-the footprint of a man!
Who could this be? Afraid, I looked around me. I waited. Nothing. I was more and afraid. Perhaps this man was one of those wild people who killed and ate other men! I looked everywhere, but there was nobody, and no other footprint. I turned and hurried home. There’s some on my island, I said to myself. Perhaps he know about me Perhaps he’s watching me now from behind a tree Perhaps he wants to kill me. That night I couldn’t sleep. The next day I got all my guns ready and I put more wood and young trees around my house. Nobody could see me now. But, after fifteen years alone on island, I was afraid, and I did not leave my cave for there days.
In the end, I had to go out to milk my goats. But for two years I was afraid. I stayed near my home and I never used my guns because I didn’t want to make a noise. I could not forget the footprint, but I saw and heard nothing more, and slowly I began to feet happier. One day, a year later, I was over on the west side of the island. From there I could see the other island, and I could also see a boat, for out to sea.
I began to move more freely around the island again, and built myself a third house. It was a very secret place in a cave. I said to myself.
Then one year something I can never forget. I was again on the west side of the island and was happened which made me feel ill.