The Caribs were yonder, five men in all.
He took me to see them.

They were tall, strong, sullen and desperate in aspect, hardier, fiercer than Indians of these northward lands.

But they were Indians, and their guttural speech could be made out, at least in substance.

They asked with a high, contemptuous look when we meant to slay and eat them.
"They eat men's flesh, every Caribal of them! We saw horrid things in Guadaloupe!" Away from these men sat or stood seven women.

"They were captives," said Sancho.