Why don’t you shoot him?” “No shoot,” says Friday, “no yet; me shoot now, me no kill; me stay, give you one more laugh:” and, indeed, so he did; for when the bear saw his enemy gone, he came back from the bough, where he stood, but did it very cautiously, looking behind him every step, and coming backward till he got into the body of the tree, then, with the same hinder end foremost, he came down the tree, grasping it with his claws, and moving one foot at a time, very leisurely.
"Nog niet schieten," zeide Vrijdag, "eerst nog wat lagchen, dan zal ik hem schieten." Toen de beer zijn vijand vertrekken zag, klom hij van den zijtak af, maar uiterst benaauwd en bij iederen stap achterom ziende, tot dat hij den stam bereikt had.