While my man Friday fired at them, I pulled out my knife and cut the flags that bound the poor victim; and loosing his hands and feet, I lifted him up, and asked him in the Portuguese tongue what he was.
Mientras mi siervo Viernes les disparaba, cogí mi cuchillo y corté los bejucos que sujetaban a la pobre víctima. Una vez desatado de pies y manos, se levantó.