Friday and I lived together happily for three years.
I told him the story of my adventures and about life in England, and he told me about his country and his people.
One day we were at the top of the highest hill on the island, and we were looking out to sea.
It was a very clear day and we could see a long way.
Suddenly, Friday began to jump up and down, very excited.
'What's the matter?' I said.
'Look, Master, look!' Friday cried. 'I can see my country. Look over there!'