Master. You always fight the better; how came you to be taken prisoner then, Friday?
Friday. My nation beat much for all that.
Master. How beat? If your nation beat them, how came you to be taken?
Friday. They more many than my nation in the place where me was; they take one, two, three, and me: my nation over-beat them in the yonder place, where me no was; there my nation take one, two, great thousand.
Master. But why did not your side recover you from the hands of your enemies then?
Friday. They run one, two, three, and me, and make go in the canoe; my nation have no canoe that time.
Master. Well, Friday, and what does your nation do with the men they take? Do they carry them away and eat them, as these did?
Friday. Yes, my nation eat mans too; eat all up.
Master. Where do they carry them?
Friday. Go to other place, where they think.