When we got to my house, I gave Man Friday some trousers, and I made him a coat and a hat.
He liked his new clothes very much.
Then I made him a little tent to sleep in, but for a few weeks I always took my gun to bed with me.
Perhaps Friday was still a wild man and would try to kill me in the night.
At first, Friday was very afraid of my gun.
Sometimes he talked to it, and asked it not to kill him.