My head swam with fear; and as I left the spot, I made two or three steps, and then took a look around me ; then two steps more, and did the same thing. I took fright at the stump of an old tree, and ran to my house, as if for my life. How could anything in the shape of a man come to that shore, and I not know it? Where was the ship that brought him? Then a vague dread took hold of my mind, that some man, or set of men, had found me out; and it might be that they meant to kill me, or rob me of all I had.

Fear kept me indoors for three days, till the want of food drove me out. At last I was so bold as to go down to the coast to look once more at the print of the foot, to see if it was the same shape as my own. I found it was not so large by a great deal; so it was clear that it was not one of my own footprints, and that there were men in the isle.