I began to think again about escape. Perhaps Friday wanted to go home too. Perhaps together we could get to country. But what then Would Friday still be my friend, or would his people kill me and eat me? took Friday to the other side of the island and showed him my big canoe. It still lay under the trees. It was very old now, and there were holes in the wood. "Could a boat like this sail to your country, Friday?' I "Oh yes he answered. "A boat like this can carry a lo asked him of food and drink. "Then we'll make another canoe like it, and you can go home in it,' I said. But Friday looked very unhappy. "Why are you angry with me?" he asked. "What have I done? Why do you want to send me home But I thought you wanted to go home, I said "Yes. But you must come with me. Kill me if you want, but don't send me away from you!' Then I saw that Friday was a true friend, and so agreed to go with him. We began work on the canoe at once. Friday chose the tree himself he understood wood better than I did-and we cut it down. We worked hard and in a month the boat was finished. Two weeks later it was in the sea, and we began to get ready for our long journey