At first I thought I was alone in the cavern, but then I saw Guarin where he lay asleep.
That day I strengthened, and the next day and the next.

But I had lain long at the very feet of death, and full strength was a tortoise in returning.

So good to Juan Lepe was Guarin! Now he was with me, and now he went away to that village where was Guacanagari.

He had done this from the first coming here, nursing me, then going down through the forest to see that all was well with his wounded cacique and the folk whose butio he was.

They knew his ways and did not try to keep him when he would return to the mountain, to "make medicine." So none knew of the cavern or that there was one Spaniard left alive in all Hayti.
I strengthened.