He tried to speak in Castilian but it was very hard for him, and in a moment we slipped into Indian.
I asked him, "How did you like Spain ?" He looked at me with a remote and childlike eye and began to speak of houses and roads and horses and oxen.
A message came from the Admiral at head of column.

I went to him.

Men looked at me as I passed them.

I was ragged now, grizzle-bearded and wan, and they seemed to say, "Is it so this strange land does them?
But those first ones were few and we are many, and it does not lie in our fortune! Gold lies in ours, and return in splendor and happiness." But some had more thoughtful eyes and truer sense of wonder.
We found Guacanagari in a new, large, very clean house, and found him lying in a great hammock with his leg bound with cotton web, around him wives and chief men.

He sat up to greet the Admiral and with a noble and affecting air poured forth speech and laid his hand upon his hidden hurt.
Now I knew, because Guarin had told me so, that that wound was healed.
It had given trouble--the Caribs poisoned their darts--but now it was well.